#fred weasley x muggleborn!reader

[ziaverse]

whenever i’m sad i remember that I wasn’t a harry potter fan at the peak of harry potter tumblr, then I get more sad

[lost-confused-brat]

The Harry Potter series follows the journey of a young wizard named Harry Potter as he discovers his magical heritage, attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and faces numerous challenges. Throughout the series, Harry learns about the dark wizard Lord Voldemort, who murdered his parents and seeks to gain power. Alongside his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry unravels mysteries, battles dark forces, and ultimately confronts Voldemort in a climactic battle between good and evil. The series explores themes of friendship, love, courage, and the triumph of good over evil.

[luv4freddie]

Polaroid Love - F.W

Fred goes to work with his father and comes home with a muggle Polaroid camera, deciding the best use of it would be to take horrendous pictures of his girlfriend.

Fred x fem!Muggleborn reader, established relationship, reader gets red, house and age not specific, tooth rotting fluff bc I love lovesick Fred, 1.2 k words

Being a muggleborn at the Weasley household was an experience, to say the least.

In the last week since you’ve been at the Burrow, you’ve explained what rubber ducks are for, how to operate a microwave, and Pythagorean theorem.

Today Aurthur took the boys to work with him, so you were currently helping Molly cook dinner.

You had yet to understand the witchy way of cooking, so you were stuck mixing a bowl by hand while Molly sent knives, pots, and pasta flying all across the room.

You ducked a flying cutting board right as the group of rowdy boys entered the front door, your boyfriends voice in particular carrying over the noise of clattering dish ware.

“Honey, we’re home.” Aurthur calls, and Molly meets them all at the door, asking you to ‘keep an eye on’ the multitude of activity in the kitchen.

You look around with wide eyes, imagining all the magical pots dropping to the floor and spoons stopping their stirring, Molly walking in and wondering how you were so incompetent that you would never be able to cook and therefore would be a horrible wife to her son.

You’re only snapped out of your reverie by a flash of light in your eyes, and you tumble back to your current environment— all the dishes are still floating, the spoons were still moving, and Fred was staring at you with a giant grin on his face.

“Hi Freddie!” You light up at the sight of your boyfriend, but don’t allow his attempt at hugging you, too focused on not disappointing your (hopefully) future mother-in-law.

“They’re not gonna stop working unless mom makes them, these things are always going.”

But you refuse to budge, and Molly walks in to see you holding your boyfriend away with one hand on his chest while you continue trying to stir with the other.

She lets out a laugh, telling Fred to leave you alone and go wash up before dinner.

“One kiss? Pleaseeee?” He gives you puppy eyes, and your face goes bright red.

“Not in front of your parents!” You hiss, but he steals a one anyway before running up the stairs and out of the way of the punch you tried to throw at him.

Molly pretends not to have seen, and you let your face cool down before asking what she wants you to do next.

Fifteen minutes later you’re sat at the large table, sandwiched between the twins while Ron talks to you from across the table.

“It was pretty fun, and we all got muggle souvenirs afterward, can you explain to me what this is?” He asks, holding up a PEZ dispenser with a cartoon character head on top.

You laugh, explaining how to get the candy out and watching as a few of the Weasley’s around the table stop to watch, Aurthur positively beaming at the discovery.

“Take a bite before dad can ask you something,” Fred whispers urgently in your ear, and you go to say something back but see Aurthur open his mouth on the other side of the table and you quickly scoop as much pasta into your mouth as you can fit.

You hear Fred laugh at you, and you turn to give him a glare; although it’s less scary due to the copious amounts of noodle hanging out of your mouth.

A flash once again momentarily blinds you, and you finally realize what it is when you see the small Polaroid camera in your boyfriend’s hand.

You go to yell at him, but still have pasta in your mouth so you settle for an angry groan and another smack to his arm.

You watch in horror as a piece of film comes out of the camera, which your boyfriend takes gingerly and looks at expectantly as it develops.

You finally manage to swallow your large bite, and you snatch the photo from his grasp, immediately being greeted by your own face, round with food in your cheeks and wide eyes while strands of pasta hang down your chin and sauce sits on the corners of your mouth.

“Freddie,” you groan in annoyance, but he just takes the photo back from your hands and looks at it proudly.

“It’s a lovely representation of you, darling.”

“It is not!!”

George is laughing too, and you turn back to your plate, trying not to think about the fact that your boyfriend now has two horrible pictures of you for keepsakes.

You try to help clean up after dinner, but Molly insists that someone else does it since you helped cook, so you head upstairs to your boyfriend’s room while Ron and Ginny grumble.

“Evening, love,” Fred greets as you enter the twins’ room.

“Y/n,” George greets as well, tipping his nonexistent hat to you before turning his back to you so he can start a letter to Angelina.

Your boyfriend uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you today.” He mumbles into your hair.

“It wasn’t even a full day,” you laugh, the sound muffled by his chest.

He scoffs, sitting down on his bed and pulling you onto his lap.

“So what, I’m not allowed to miss my girl?”

You feel your cheeks warming at the claim of being his, and you give him a teasing smile, “well when you say it like that..”

Before you can even move there’s another flash and you immediately groan, burying your head into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m really starting to resent your dad for getting you that.”

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter, but all he says is “I think it’s my second favorite possession.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pulling back so he can see it.

“Second favorite?”

“Yep. After these pictures.” He grins, now holding up all three photos he’s taken of you since being home.

“Why can’t you just take pictures like a normal person?” You ask, looking at the two new photos, the one from earlier of you with a wooden spoon in your hand and eyes looking around while bowls float around your head, and the newest one of you sat on Fred’s legs with pink cheeks and a grin on your face.

“Normal people don’t get to keep your happy face in their pockets though, now do they?”

You watch as he puts the photos back, and you melt at the thought of your boyfriend wanting to document your joy to keep as his own.

“I’m always wearing my happy face when I’m around you, Freddie.”

He grins (ignoring George’s gagging) and pulls you down onto his bed, smothering you in kisses until he can no longer keep himself up and your face is brighter than his hair.

“Guess I’ll have to get more film then.”

And he does.

In fact, by the time you get back to Hogwarts from the holidays he’s got a whole wall of polaroids .

You in his Christmas sweater with a proud smile on your face and an F across your chest, you being squeezed by his mother in the worlds tightest hug, you on a broom in his backyard and a quaffle in your arms, you asleep on his bed, even one of you puckering up as if to give the camera a kiss.

And no matter how many times he looks at them, Fred still stares at the photos with a lovesick smile on his face, absolutely in awe at the ability to capture pictures that are so you, so full of light and love that he feels like the luckiest man on Earth to get to be yours.

[raven-dor]

so it goes

in which fred weasley the second finds himself completely enamored with his sworn… enemy?

PAIRING: fred weasley ii x ravenclaw!reader, fred weasley ii x fem!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, blood purist beliefs, obliviousness, slight angst, PURE FLUFF HONESTLY

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

first year

“So…” Fred started off, interrupting the silence that encompassed them. “What house are you hoping for?” 

“Ravenclaw.” The girl said quickly.

The young boy’s face contorted. “Why Ravenclaw?” 

“Why not?” She snapped. “Ravenclaw is for the best and brightest, and I would like to be the best.” Her posture straightened as she waited to be called. The Sorting Ceremony made her very anxious, and this pestering boy wasn’t helping.  

“But- But why not Gryffindor or even-” Blimey, he couldn't believe he was saying this. “Slytherin?” 

“Both good houses.” She nodded. “Just not what I want.” 

“What house were your parents in?” 

“My-” She seemed to crawl back in her shell. “My parents didn’t attend.” 

“Ah. Dumstrang and Beauxbatons then.” She shook her head. “Ilvermorny?” 

“I- I’m a muggleborn.” 

“Well-” Fred grinned, nudging her arm. “That’s bloody brilliant.” 

She smiled, looking at him curiously. “Really?” 

“My Aunt Hermione is a muggleborn, and I reckon she’s brighter than everyone in my family combined.” He paused. “I’ve just realized I never asked for your name. Fred Weasley.” He extended his hand. 

She hesitantly shook his hand. “Y/N Y/L/N. You’re related to the Minister of Magic?” 

He grinned. “I am, yeah.” Kissing the back of her hand, he winked just like his father had taught him. “Charmed.” 

To that, Y/N rolled her eyes, shoving him away as she pushed further into the crowd. James nudged his cousin. “What was that all about?” 

Fred grinned, still watching her walk away. “I think I’m in love, Jamesie.” 

third year

“Fred Weasley, put that boy down right this instant!” 

Fred grinned, lowering the bully until he was a few inches above the ground. “I thought I recognized those dulcet tones, Y/L/N.” 

“What has he done to deserve this?” She crossed her arms, glaring. “Hm?” She looked at James, trying to reason with him. “James, you’re the level headed one. Was this really worth it?” 

Fred whipped around, signaling at his cousin not to tell her, but James ignored him, nodding. “I would say so.” 

The boy was still fluttering around in the air, and Y/N sighed. “Fred, put him down.” 

“He-” The third year was practically fuming. “He’s despicable. Why should I?” 

“What exactly did he-” 

James walked over, whispering in her ear. “He called you a- a mudblood, Y/L/N. Fred told him to stop it, and the tosser didn’t listen.” 

Y/N nodded, looking back at Fred. “So you decided to levitate him in the air?” 

“I was going to drop him.” Fred muttered. “But then you came along.” 

“Let him go, Fred.” She said once more. “You can’t bully him into changing.” She walked over, standing in front of the pair. “If you're raised in an environment like that, it’s all you know.” 

Rosier scoffed, dusting his robes off as he stood. “You have no idea-” 

Fred stood between them. “It’s probably best if you leave, mate. Before Y/L/N changes her mind.” 

Rosier stalked away, mumbling about how he was going to pay for this, but they hadn’t paid attention. Y/N scoffed. “I can’t believe you did that.” 

“What? Defend your honor? Defend muggleborns?” He stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I will always-” 

“Fred.” She crossed her arms. “I can take care of myself.” 

“I know you can.” He grinned. “But why can’t I help?” 

“You-” She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a Gryffindor, Weasley.” 

He yelled after her, laughing as she walked away. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Yes!” She yelled back, trying not to smile. “It is!” 

fifth year

James groaned, hitting his head against the library table. “Just apologize, Freddie. I’m tired of this. I haven’t seen Y/L/N in weeks, and I’m getting bored of you.” 

Fred gasped, holding a hand to his heart. “You wound me Jamie.” 

Roxanne interrupted, looking at her brother suspiciously. “What exactly did you do to deserve this?” 

“What did I do?” Fred rolled his eyes, looking at his textbook. “Why do you assume it was my fault?” 

“Fred.” James lifted his head. “Everyone knows it was your fault. You shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Done what exactly?” Fred raised an eyebrow. “All I did was ask Scamander out.” 

“Which would have been fine. If you hadn’t asked her out in front of Y/N right after you’d been in an argument.” 

Roxanne turned back to her brother, shaking her head. “Oh, Freddie.” 

“What!” He raised his hands up in surrender. “What exactly is wrong about that?” 

“You two have been dancing around your feelings for five years, and then you ask out another girl in front of her?” She laughed. “I’d avoid you too.” 

James nodded. “Poor Y/N/N. I imagine the whole school is-” His eyes widened. 

“What?” Fred leaned forward. “Are you alright, Jamie?” 

“She’s-” James pointed. “She’s right behind you.” 

Fred turned around, trying not to wince at the awkwardness of it all. “Y/N.” 

“Weasley.” She spat his name out, like it was poison in her mouth. “I was just leaving.” 

“Wait-” Fred pulled out a chair. “Sit with us.” 

She shook her head, glaring at him with daggers in her eyes. “I wouldn’t want to upset your girlfriend.” Looking at James and Roxanne, she waved quickly. “I’ll see you in DADA.” 

Fred stood up, immediately following after her. “Y/N/N, come on.” 

She kept walking, pushing past students to get away from him. “Leave me alone, Fred.” 

“Just-” He reached out, grabbing her wrist. She stopped, students filtering around them, muttering to their friends curiously. The whole school knew about them, thriving off of any gossip they could get. Her breath caught, staring at him with wide eyes. “Just wait.” 

“Fred…” She whispered. “Let go, people are looking.”

“I don’t care.” He whispered back.  

“Is there a problem here?” Y/N pulled away, staring at the ground as Headmistress McGonagall approached.

Fred shook his head, grinning. “Not at all, Minnie.”

“Ms. Y/L/N?” McGonagall turned to the Ravenclaw. “Anything to add?” 

“I think Fred said it best.” Y/N smiled weakly.

The Headmistress crossed her arms, staring knowingly. “Very well.” The three stood there for a moment before she clapped her hands. “Off you go then.” 

Y/N nodded, stalking off, Fred hot on her track. “Well wait just a moment.” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” She hissed, still trying to outrun him. 

“I-” He huffed, heart clenching. He’d never gone this long without her attention. Granted, this was all his fault, but if he had to go on like this any longer, he would combust. “I’m sorry. I really am.” 

That had stopped her in her tracks, Fred running into her back from the sudden halt. She turned around slowly, a curious look on her face. “Why exactly are you sorry?” 

“Well…” His cheeks turned bright red. Was she really making him spell it out? “For asking Scamander out.” 

She blushed. “Just- don’t do that again, please.” 

He nodded (in quite an over the top manner if you had asked her.) “Consider it done.” Swinging an arm over her shoulders, he dragged her toward the library. “James missed you. Says that he’s bored of me.” He scoffed. “Don’t know why, I’m quite the delight.” 

Y/N laughed, finding comfort in his hold. “You’re terribly unaware, Weasley.” 

the summer before sixth year

“Fred!” Y/N’s voice echoed from the top of the Burrow. “When I-” She sprinted down the steps as fast as her legs could take her. “I swear-” 

“Relax, love.” His voice rang throughout the hall, coming to a clear when she reached the bottom of the steps. “It was only a joke.” 

“A joke?” She huffed, squeezing her shirt to rinse out the water. “I was sleeping you git!” 

“I know.” He laughed. “We could hear your snoring echo through the house.” 

She gasped, smacking his chest indignantly. “Fred Weasley!” 

“Yes?” He wasn’t deterred by her squawking. “I’m right here love, no need to shout.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving past him and sitting down at the table. Hermione laughed, shaking her head ever so slightly. With a wave of her wand, she dried Y/N off, scolding her nephew half heartedly. “You are just like your father.” 

George glared at his sister in law. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Ruffling his son’s hair, he sat beside him. “Never a dull moment.” 

Y/N grumbled, shoving a bite of pancakes into her mouth. “Sometimes I wish there was.” 

Fred grasped his heart. “Why would you-” 

Y/N glared at the boy. “Stop. Talking.” 

James laughed, leaning forward and whispering as if his entire family couldn’t still hear him. “Trouble in paradise, Y/L/N?” 

The table quieted down, the entire family either staring at Fred or Y/N, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. She leaned forward in her chair, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Fred grinned brightly, nodding along. “Our relationship is none of your business, Potter.” 

“Relationship?” Y/N laughed. “In your dreams, Weasley.” 

Fred faltered, his eyes training on her for a second too long. “Yeah… in my dreams.” 

sixth year

“Weasley…” Y/N shook her head. “Put him down.” 

Fred rolled his eyes, ignoring her. “You know what he did, why are you defending him?” 

“I’m a prefect, Fred. It’s my job.” She walked up, jutting her hip. “Now put him down.” 

Rosier shook in the hold of the spell, hissing. “Don’t lend me any of your help mudblo-” 

“Silencio.” Y/N pulled out her wand. “Put Rosier down, Fred, and I won’t tell your prefect about this.” 

Fred smirked, leaning closer. “You wouldn’t have told her anyhow.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” Without another word, she turned around, walking away from the crowd of people. Fred let Rosier drop to the ground haphazardly, following after her like a lost puppy. “Any plans for the day?” 

She blushed. “Actually-” 

Fred scoffed, his heart dropping into his stomach. “Don’t tell me you're going out with him.” 

“He has a name Fred.” She whispered, refusing to make eye contact. “Frank’s kind.” 

“He is.” Fred nodded. “But he’s- he’s not what you want, is he?” 

She stopped, turning toward him. “And what exactly do I want?” 

“You-” He tried not to smile, but he couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful in this light, with that fire in her eyes, begging him to dig a deeper hole. “You know.” 

“I don’t actually.” She whispered. “Come find me when you find out.” 

“He’s been staring at you for the past hour.” Frank Longbottom was not one to lose his patience, in fact he still hadn’t, but someone staring at his date had driven him close. “Are you sure it’s not-” 

Y/N nodded. “It’s fine, really. I’m sure he’ll stop.” 

Frank muttered. “I just think it’s odd that your friend is…” He sighed. “Well he’s left.” 

She whipped around, staring at his disappearing figure. “Oh.” 

“Go after him.” 

Her cheeks were bright red. “What?” 

He took a long drink of his butterbeer, repeating himself. “You like Weasley. Go after him.” 

“I-” She shook her head. “I really don’t.” 

Frank groaned. “Everyone knows it. I just don’t know why I hadn’t seen it.” He stood up, grabbing his coat. “You two are made for each other.” 

Y/N ran after him, pulling her sweater closer to her. Rowena, she should’ve grabbed her jumper. “Frank, I’m sorry-” 

“Don’t apologize. Just-” He half laughed and half scoffed. “Just swear to me you’ll talk to him.” 

She felt conflicted. Horrible for making Frank feel so awful, and rather annoyed with Fred for ruining her date. “I- I will.” 

He nodded. “Good. Well…” He took a step back, waving. “See you.” 

She stared at Frank’s disappearing figure, lost in her mind. So lost, she hadn’t even heard Fred approach her. “Are you alright, Y/L/N?” 

She scoffed. “Fine, thanks.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Did Longbottom-” 

“No.” She laughed. “Nothing happened.” 

He squinted. “You sound disappointed.” 

“Well…” She turned to face him, glaring. “You would too if your date was ruined.” 

“What-” His eyes widened. “Oh. Sorry.” 

She crossed her arms, her teeth chattering. “It’s fine, really.” 

“You’re- You’re shivering.” Fred stepped forward, draping his coat over her shoulders before she could protest. “Did you even bring a jumper?” 

“I left it.” 

“You left it at Hogwarts? You know, just because you’re a witch-” 

She hadn’t the heart to correct him, instead she opted to watch him endlessly worry over her wellbeing. He looked genuinely concerned, which made her oddly happy, smiling like a lovesick puppy as he draped an arm over her and guided her back towards the Three Broomsticks.

seventh year

“Where is she?” Fred yelled, racing down the hall. “Where is she!” 

The hospital wing’s doors burst open, a livid Madam Pomfrey on the other side, steam practically hissing out of her ears. “Cease your yelling this instant!” He opened his mouth, but Madam Pomfrey raised a finger, effectively silencing him. “She is sleeping.” 

“What-” He was shaking. “What happened?” 

“A duel… I’ve been told Ms.Y/L/N gave him the option to stand down and he- the student used her moment of kindness against her.”

“I-” He scoffed. “Why would she…” He looked back at Madam Pomfrey. “Will-” 

“The effects of the healing drought should be wearing off soon.” The older witch nodded. “Would you-” 

Fred nodded, following after her until they stopped at the end of Y/N’s bed. He laughed, shaking his head. “Godric Y/L/N.” He sat beside her, holding her hand in his. “Why did you have to be so reckless? You should have-” He rubbed the back of her hand gently, sighing to himself. “I should have been there. But don’t worry, I’m here now. I’ll be here until you wake up, promise.” Staring at her for a few more moments, he leaned down to kiss her temple lightly before leaning back in his chair and falling asleep, their hands still intertwined. 

“Fred?” Y/N nudged his sleeping frame. He hadn’t stirred, and she smiled at his peaceful expression. Her hand was warm, and she looked down to see their hands locked together. Not that she minded, she let it continue as she tried to wake him up. “Love?” 

He stirred, whining in his sleep. “One more minute mum.” 

“I’m not your mum.” She whispered, giggling. “Did you really sleep here all night?” 

He smirked, opening his eyes slowly. “Did you really challenge Rosier to a duel?” 

“He challenged me, actually. Not that it matters. I lost.” 

“That’s what you're worried about?” He laughed. “He could have seriously hurt you, and all you’re worried about is your honor.” He shook his head lovingly. “That’s quite a Gryffindor thing to do.” 

She gasped, smacking his arm lightly. “You take that back!” 

“I’m afraid I can’t. It’s already been said.” She smacked him again, this time harder. “Merlin woman, stop hitting me!” 

“Why-” She giggled, still pretending to be mad at him. “Why would you say that about me?” 

He smiled, staring at her intently. “You scared me, you know.” 

“Sorry.” She murmured. “He kept going on about me, which I was fine with. And then he-” She sighed. “I just couldn't stand there and let him talk that way.”

Fred nodded. “I get it, trust me, I do. But next time… just-” He sighed, standing up. “I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you.” 

“You haven’t lost me Freddie.” She smiled.

“Yes, I know.” He glared. “Just, next time Rosier pisses you off, you get me.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m more than capable of handling him myself.” 

“I know-” He huffed. “Just let me take care of you, all right?” 

“I-” She blushed, nodding when she realized he wasn’t going to relent. “Fine, fine.” Scooting over on her bed, she patted the spot next to her. “Stay with me.” 

He climbed up, draping an arm over her waist as he faced her. “I- I have to tell you something.” 

She grinned, moving herself closer to him. “Yeah?” 

He gulped, just realizing how close they really were.  “You know that conversation we had last year?” 

“What about it?” She whispered, scared to break the peace that lay over them.

“Well, I…” He smiled, nudging her nose with his. “I know what I want.” 

“Oh really?” She smirked, her eyes fluttering shut. “And what’s-” 

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. “Godric, let me kiss you.” 

“Well-” She scoffed. “I didn’t know if you were done-” He kissed her once more, and she sighed, pulling at the hair at the bottom of his neck. “You’re insufferable.” 

“So are you.” He grinned. “And somehow I still love you.” 

Her eyes widened, and Fred leaned back, squeezing his eyes shut. “I shouldn’t have-”

It was her turn to kiss him, interrupting his sentence before he had the chance to make a bigger mess. “Rowena, I love you too.” Her breath catching at their proximity. “Now let me kiss you.”  

He grinned, pulling her closer. “Whatever you say, love.” 

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[honeymoonblues]

Little White Lies

George Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: George asks you to help him study for potions, but you suspect that he doesn't really need it. (Gender neutral reader).

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Some fluff with my favourite Weasley twin. I wrote the reader hinting that they are not in gryffindor, but it's not specified anywhere. Let me know if there are any spelling errors, English is not my first language.

It took you 15 minutes into the first study session to realize that George Weasley didn’t need help with potions in the slightest.

However, you said nothing.

‘Why is he doing this?’ and other million doubts roamed your mind. There was no way he actually needed tutoring, why on earth would he waste his free time asking stupid questions?

No, they weren’t stupid, not at all. That’s what gave him away. Someone who didn’t get the subject would ask simpler questions, or wouldn’t have enough information to even ask! He’d sit there and claim not to understand, then utter the most brilliant question ever. The kind that gets resolved with one simple answer, or that can only be formulated when one actually comprehends.

Even after this sharp demonstration of knowledge, George would look directly into your eyes and lie!

“I don’t think I got it, think you could explain that again?” All with a bashful expression and a sheepish grin.

If anyone asked, you would completely deny it, but he got you giggling almost the whole time you were together. He’d put on an exaggerated grimace every time you would go over any formula, and made a fantastic imitation of Snape that got both of you scolded by Madame Pince for laughing too loud, and disturbing the peace of the library.

There were also your blushing cheeks, which you hoped he didn’t notice, whenever he’d get too close to you. You were so transparently awkward, but you couldn’t help it! Not with those eyes looking attentively, with him seemingly hanging to your every word, and it didn’t help the fact that he spoke so softly, so smoothly.

“Why! Why is he doing this? It doesn’t make any sense! Do you think he’s planning to prank me or something?” Your friends were getting tired of hearing you complain, because nothing they said would get through that stubborn mind of yours.

“What if he just likes you?” They’d offer, and you would scoff.

“I surely hope not!” Lies, big, tremendous lies. “Maybe I am overthinking this, maybe he does need help with potions, right?”

Then, your friends would just roll their eyes and let you be. It had been almost a week since your study session and you just wouldn’t shut up. Mostly because it was almost time for your second library meeting.

When you caught yourself in the mirror, completely engrossed in styling your hair perfectly, you almost gasped. Could it be possible that, just maybe, you had a tiny, minuscule crush on George Weasley?

While still making sure your hair and outfit looked good, you groaned, suddenly remembering that this was not the first time you fancied him.

Back in first year, getting used to Hogwarts was a terrible challenge for every new kid, but especially for muggleborns like you. The moving stairs were particularly tough. Thankfully, you crossed paths with another kid who was happy to help you. While his twin laughed cheerfully, George was quick to come for your aid and stop you from missing our hallway by the constant moving staircase. You had transfiguration together the whole year, and that’s how long it took you to learn to differentiate the twins physically.

If they were talking with you, you could definitely tell them apart, because Fred didn’t beam at you like George did. Still, you had many classes together until you discovered the little mole on his neck, and the slightly crooked nose on his brother that distinguished them.

That’s when your little crush began to flourish. Suddenly the twins were incredibly different from each other, and no other boy compared to George, not even his own identical brother. But you were eleven at the time, by the beginning of second year you didn’t see each other as much anymore. Inevitably, your tiny infatuation became nothing more than that and stayed in the past. Or so you thought.

You looked at your blushing face one more time in the mirror before you left your room, and directed yourself to the library. Walking purposely slow, little hopeful thoughts formed in your head. And you giggled at the thought that maybe he did fancy you. But you stopped in your tracks, then shook your head, telling yourself that you were getting way too unrealistic for your own good.

There still was a certain awkwardness in the way you spoke and explained things to him, but you were a little more comfortable than the last time. He grinned whenever you chuckled, and you’d joke more freely, which seemed to distract him a little.

While preparing to leave the library, having studied much less than the first session, he observed you quietly for a moment. When you raised your eyebrows at him, George finally spoke.

“Do you remember first year? We used to be together all the time.” He grinned, his cheeks taking a little pink colour which you didn’t notice because of the rising heat of your own face.

Before you could answer him, he spoke again.

“You were incredibly bright even back then, and I was…” Chuckling a little, you interrupted him.

“And you were top of the class on charms, remember? Before you enchanted all of Flitwick’s books to fly out of the window.” While trying to muffle your giggles behind your hands, George complained.

“In my defence, that was Fred’s idea!” But he couldn’t contain his laughter either, and he had the biggest grin on his face. “I had the biggest crush on you too.”

Everything went quiet after his words, and you looked at him with your eyes wide open. After an awkward minute of silence, you mumbled.

“Shit, me too.” And you both broke into a fit of giggles again, earning a loud “Shh!” from Madame Pince. Continuing your conversation in hushed tones, he muttered:

“Wait, no way. And you never said anything!”

“It’s not like you said something either, Weasley!”

“I was just a stupid little kid, what did you expect?”

“George, we are the same age!”

“Yeah, yeah. But you are the clever one here, darling.”

Without even stopping to think about what you were going to say, you opened your mouth and pointed at him accusatorily.

“You don’t even need tutoring in potions! You could teach me, in fact!”

Your hand flew to cover your mouth as soon as you were done talking, your cheeks starting to burn, and your gaze averting George’s eyes trying not to expose yourself any more than you had already.

After a prolonged uncomfortable silence, you spoke.

“Or that’s what it seemed… I never actually got to see you in a potions class, but you learn really fast, and also you make the brightest questions. Not to say that it’s bad to ask for help with studying, that’s not what I mean, of course! But since you are so good with inventing products and also, you have to know a lot of potions for the pranks you pull, too… It’s just…” Without any breath left from your quick rambling, you looked up to him for the first time in a while, to see him with a genuine bashful expression.

Slowly, a charming little smile appeared on his face, and he looked deep into your eyes. He caught you. It was clear in your gaze, in your voice, in the way you twitched your hands nervously. It was now or never, he thought.

“I heard you were helping a girl with potions, and I thought what better excuse to spend some time with my sweet crush, don’t you think?”

It took you a moment to process what he had said, then you let out a little humming sound, like in a trance. Shifting your eyes from the table, to the mole on his neck.

“I also wanted to check if you were as good with potions as everybody said, or if you were just bluffing.”

Finally reacting, you feigned offense and hit his arm.

“Get out of here, George Weasley.”

And he beamed, just like he did back in first year.

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 2.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst in part 2. Possessiveness.

Have a little Georgie smut 🌹

"Ladies first," George said as you stepped out of the burrow and walked towards the little garage where Arthur's car was parked. He opened the door for you and quickly jogged around the side of the car to climb into the drivers seat, having to move back the seat a considerable amount to fit his long legs in.

You drove in silence for a while before flicking on the radio, surprisingly finding that the radio stations could still pick up muggle frequencies. George smiled and chuckled as you began quietly singing along to a song you recognised from the radio and he reached over to grab hold of your hand, entwining his fingers with yours to hold your hand next to the gearstick. You drove over the hills of Ottery St Catchpole towards the centre of the village, driving along scenic, peaceful roads that really showed off the village's beauty. Technically, you could have easily walked but it was nice to have a lazy drive with your boyfriend, who was a wonderful driver, to your surprise. "Oh I love this song!" You suddenly called out, breaking your contact with George's hand to turn up the little dial on the dashboard.

"In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows," you sang with your best Chris Cornell impression, though it would go completely over the head of your boyfriend who you knew, knew nothing about muggle music. It was one of the benefits of being muggleborn that you took great pride in, knowing and loving the music that was so different to the muggle worlds.

George laughed with you, his eyes sparkling as he flickered his eyes between you and the road, watching your little performance that was just for him.

"Black hole sun, won't you come, and wash away the rain? Black hole sun, won't you come," you sang a little louder now, gently head banging with the beat at the little breaks in the tune.

"You really like your music huh?" George says, reaching his hand over to place it on your denim covered thigh in between changing gears.

"I love it, it's actually what I wanted to do before I found out about the wizarding world," you said, realising that you'd never actually told anyone this.

"Why can't you do it now?" He asks, briefly flicking his eyes over to you. You sighed a little and scrunched your face up briefly as you considered his words.

"It's complicated, I technically could but it'd be like throwing behind this incredible gift I've been given. My family are mostly muggles so I'm incredibly thankful that I get to do these things and be part of this world, it would just be a waste of a gift if I didn't do something with it. Plus for me music has always been a hobby, like an escape and a bonding thing with my friends and it's special to me, being part of it would probably just ruin the magic," you explained.

"I guess I understand that, I think sometimes I take it for granted you know with us all being magic," George explains. You nod, listening to him, knowing that his experience growing up was wickedly different to yours, being from a pureblood family.

"You could always perform for me and Fred sometime," he says with a cheeky smile which you laugh at.

"Something tells me you wouldn't like my kind of music, it's not exactly Celestina Warbeck," you giggle, thinking of Molly's favourite singer. George huffs out a laugh and briefly squeezes your thigh, returning his hand to the gearstick to shift gears before pulling into a parking space and shifting the hand break.

You look up and notice you were parked directly outside the paper shop in the middle of the village. "If it's you, we'd love it regardless," George says sweetly, looking up at you with a look of pure adoration which took your breath away. You lean forward and capture his lips in a sweet kiss, placing your hand on the side of his head, his ear encased in your palm as you swept a little tuft of hair behind it. When you pulled away, he leant forward for one more kiss and smirked at you.

It was so nice to spend some one on one time with George, despite slightly missing Fred and their usual back and forth, you craved time alone with George frequently, knowing he was slightly more sensitive than his twin brother. George was the sweeter one of the pair, often a little more soft spoken and more considerate which was always nice to be around.

You both stepped out the car and walked into the small paper shop, immediately walking over to the little fridge at the back, seeing an array of branded muggle drinks for sale. You smiled, seeing the one with a purple label and reached in to grab a few bottles for Fred. George appeared beside you a moment later holding a little wire basket for you to place them into. You reached in an pulled a bottle of irn bru out of the fridge and into the basket, your personal favourite fizzy drink.

"Fancy some snacks?" You asked, turning to him as he threw his arm around your shoulder. "We'll have to sneak them past your mum though."

"And dad, otherwise we'll never hear the end of it," he chuckles, you joining him at the thought of Arthur finding out about muggle confectionery.

You grabbed a few bags of crisps and a couple of chocolate bars you knew Fred would like, careful to avoid anything with caramel after the previous incident with the caramel treat he'd ingested.

"George? Omg my gosh, hi!" The girl from behind the counter shouted and waved as you both walked around the aisle towards the counter where she was sat filing her nails. It was more than causal friendliness, she was outright elated to see him, a little too friendly in her greeting as she moved to stand closer and lean forward a little, trying to plump up her flat chest.

"Oh hi Lauren," George says a little awkwardly. You had to stop yourself frowning at the interaction, suddenly overcome by a wave of unmistakable jealousy which was out of character for you. She clearly knew him well enough to tell him apart from his brother, which irked you more than it should.

"Who's this?" She asked, looking towards you. She had a fake smile plastered on her face but you could see straight through it, her tone laced with something that made your eye want to twitch.

"This is my girlfriend, y/n," he says, placing his large hand on your shoulder. You could see a brief flicker of something pass over her face but she recovered well, though it didn't help the flare of angst you felt.

"No Fred today?" She asked, trying to divert the conversation. She clearly didn't know about your situation or that it was the wrong thing to say, but her mentioning your other boyfriend's name had plunged you into instant distaste, feeling suddenly possessive over both of them.

"Um, no not today," he says, reaching to touch the back of his neck to give it a little scratch as he placed the basket down on the little tillpoint.

"That's a shame," she says quickly, beginning to ring through your items. Godric you wished she would stop talking. Everything she said made you want to slap her more and more. You knew you were being ridiculous but you could see through her little ploy and it was working, at least to piss you off.

"You know I love those little magic tricks you guys do, it's like you're actually magicians!" She giggled with the fakest sounding laugh you'd ever heard and once again you had to fight back a frown, desperate to get out of there. George seemed to pick up on your sudden quietness and started rubbing his thumb over your shoulder where his hand was placed but all you wanted to do was shove his hand off of you.

"That'll be £7.50," she said, never once looking at you as she focused entirely on George. You quietly reached into your bag and pulled out your purse and handed it to George to pay as you began placing the items into your crochet shopping bag.

"So good to see you, you and Fred should come by more often!" She says to George with metaphorical hearts in her eyes, never once stopping the flirtations with him as you gathered your bag and walked out, not even stopping to say bye- though of course she probably wouldn't have even noticed if you'd left long ago and took half the store with you.

George jogged out of the paper shop to catch up with you as you walked to the car, waiting for him to unlock it. You could feel his eyes on you but he said nothing, knowing he would clearly be able to tell that something was wrong with you, your vacant expression a sheer contrast to the joy that was on your face before you saw that bitch.

"You okay?" He asks quietly as you chucked down the shopping bag into the footwell and waited for him to start the car.

"Just want to get back to Fred," you said blankly, knowing that the phrase had a double meaning that would cut him twice, sensing that you'd had enough of him and suddenly wanted his brother. George starts the car and begins to pull away, the silence in the car no longer comfortable as you sit stewing on what had just happened.

"We used to go in quite a bit a few years back, thought she was pretty so we showed her some card tricks that she liked," George began to say, explaining himself though there was really no need. Hearing those words from his mouth hurt you even more than the whole interaction back there. Had they been in since you'd been together? Probably.

"Right," you said, trying to sound dismissive and casual as you looked out of the window, feeling as if tears would start forming in your eyes if he carried on talking.

"It was before we knew we had a chance with you, trust me as soon as we knew how you felt, neither of us have looked at another woman since," he says quietly and calmly, trying to calm you but it didn't really work. You simply nodded, not wanting to speak. You heard him sigh gently before reaching his hand out to place it back on your leg but you shifted in your seat so your body was angled away from him. The sun was slowly beginning to set, the evening crawling in as you passed the familiar hills and winding country roads of St Ottery, but you felt far from peaceful in the moment.

"She never meant anything to us, especially not compared to you," he says, clearly not knowing when to stop.

"So do you both always fancy the same girl or is it just a coincidence?" You couldn't hold back the snark any longer, his incessant rambling winding you tighter and tighter. It was a little sharp and a little below the belt, you'll admit, but the fact that she'd captured the attention of both of your boyfriends was enough to make you feel insanely jealous.

George immediately slammed his foot down on the break and parked the car in a little dirt road, turning off the engine completely and shifting to face you completely.

"No," he said sharply in reply, surprising you at his sudden dominant and angry demeanour, something you had never seen from George. "I thought she was pretty, then Fred got wind of it, joined in and tried to compete. He thought she was fit and it became a game to distract us from getting nowhere with you. I'm not gonna say she's not pretty because I've got eyes but she's nothing compared to you."

You didn't really know how to respond to that, feeling a little heated by George's sudden dominance even if you still felt a stagnant level of irritation from the bitch in the shop.

"We might have found you both attractive but you know what sets you and her apart?" He asks, reaching out for your chin to look deep into his eyes. Your brows knit together in question as he looks at you intensely, "you're ours."

He crashes his lips to yours and given you the kind of kiss that would make your knees buckle if you'd been standing. He pushes his tongue into your mouth to wrestle with your own as he controls the kiss, his hands wrapping into your hair as he undoes your seatbelt. After pulling away, leaving you breathless and aroused, he commands you to take off your jeans.

"George," you say, not quite sure why you're protesting but he simply shoots you a pointed look which tells you to behave and you comply. You shuffle out of your tight jeans, trying to not look awkward as you do so, struggling with the limited room.

"I might be wrong, but it's one of our sweaters your wearing is it not?" He says, his hand reaching over to cup your chin again. You nodded, looking into his eyes but he simply raised a single eyebrow at you, showing that was not the reply he wanted.

"Yes," you said quietly. He smirked just lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly upturning as he stared at you intensely.

"It's our house you're staying in isn't it? With our family, in our bedroom, our beds?"

"Yes."

"It's us that get to kiss you, love you, fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, your breath hitching a little at his words, the words love and fuck circling round in your mind on repeat.

"Only us?" He asks, his hands now wandering down your body to draw teasing circles on your thigh, inching closer to your desperate core.

"Only you."

"Good girl," he says, which makes you bite your bottom lip at the arousal that washes over you at his dominant praise.

"And it's only you that gets us, all of us, isn't that right angel?"

"Yes Georgie."

"Are we yours?"

"All mine, both of you," you whimper as his long fingers begin rubbing your clothed clit through the lace of your panties. "Only mine."

"Good girl," he says whilst pulling back the material of your panties and dipping his index finger down to your waiting hole where your arousal has pooled. "Bloody hell angel, you're soaked. You like being reminded that you're ours?"

"Fuck, yes, yes Georgie, all yours," you moan out as his finger plunges into you, his fingertips dragging on that special spot inside you as he fucks you with his long fingers, adding a second one to stretch you out. You let out a loud moan as his thumb finds your throbbing clit and begins to circle it expertly, just as he knew you liked.

"Fuck angel, you get me so fucking hard," he pants into your ear as he continues to finger you, leaning over to suck marks into your neck. You can already feel the tingling pull of an orgasm building embarrassingly quickly but you'd never experienced dominant George before and it was a sight to see and behold. His fingers moved in you perfectly, having studied you body and becoming an expert in pleasuring you since you'd gotten together.

"George, fuck, please I'm," you begged, feeling closer and closer to your climax with each breath you took.

"Come angel, come for your man," he commanded, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as your climax swelled inside you and erupted. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as he kissed you, your body jolting and locking with the force and intensity of your orgasm. You could feel George smiling against your lips as your body went limp, his fingers focusing on pumping in and out of you to ride you through your orgasm until it had passed. Your body fell limp into the seat of the car as you caught your breath, chest heaving with the intensity of what had just happened.

You let out a little huff of joyful laughter as you came back down to earth, seeing the situation for what it really was as you watched George pull his hand away from you and suck his fingers into his mouth to wipe away the arousal coating his fingers. He let out a little moan at the taste and you had to fight the urge to blush, even though you'd watched him do it multiple times.

"I'm sorry," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, regretting snapping at him. He looked at you with his usual George smile and shook his head gently.

"Not your fault angel, I'd have felt the same way if it was you," he admitted, running a hand over his face. "You know that you have nothing to be jealous about though right? I'm crazy about you, and unfortunately for me so is Fred, but that's how it is," he says, looking deeply into your eyes, chuckling a little at the Fred quip. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sometimes it actually hurts to look at you for too long, it's like looking directly into the sun," he smirks, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. You chuckle in defence but the look he gives you tells you he means every word. "I can't talk for Fred, but there's not a single woman on this planet I'd rather be with."

You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss that conveys all the emotions you felt, wanting to show him just how much he means to you. You pulled apart and smiled at each other before you moved away. George readjusted himself not so subtly and you instantly felt guilty for not offering to help him out. You placed your hand on his thigh but he smirked up at you and shook his head, "later," he mused.

"Can we actually go back to Fred now?" You asked, feeling like you'd been away from your sick boyfriend way too long. George nods in agreement and starts the car again, driving the little way back to the Burrow.

When you make it back up to the twins bedroom, Fred is sat up in bed, shirtless, reading a quidditch annual and though he's still much paler than you'd like to see, he looks better and more alert.

"How you feeling Freddie?" George asks, walking behind you at you enter the room. Fred looks up towards you both and smiles, placing down the book he'd been reading.

"Better," he says, turning to look at you before squinting comically as he observed you, his eyes widening in realisation only moments later. "You've had sex."

Your mouth opens wide at his accusation and before you can even deny it you and George burst out in a laugh, not feeling even a little shameful or guilty.

"Not quite brother, your divination skills must have been taken along with your skin colour, oh wait, you didn't have any to begin with," George jokes, throwing down his sweater so he's left in his blue patterned shirt.

"Fingered then?" Fred asks crudely, looking at you with a mocking intensity. You roll your eyes but fight to hold back a giggle at his words and so you instinctively turn to reach into your bag to pull out the dandelion and burdock and hand it to him, knowing it would be the only thing to shut him up.

He quickly undoes the cap, the hissing of air from the carbonation echoing in the room before he takes a long swig, moaning at the flavour hits his taste buds.

"This is so good," he murmurs to no one in particular, instantly taking another big swig before belching loudly because of the fizz. You scrunched your nose up at his disgusting actions and threw the nearest cushion at him which only made him laugh.

"I'll be right back," George says, shooting a wink at you as he walks out the door and closes it behind him.

You climbed into bed next to Fred, having really missed him whilst you'd been gone and delicately wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his naked chest.

"I'm not on my deathbed princess," he jokes as he wraps his big arms around you, pulling you tightly into his body.

"Yes because that's the only reason I'd cuddle you Fred," you snarked, tapping his leg with your foot. He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest where your head lay. You looked up towards him, craning your neck a little to look up at his face. "Are you really feeling better?"

He shot you a warm smile at your concern and hugged you a little tighter for a second as he nodded, "a lot better now actually." You smiled widely at his cheeky words and laid your head back down, getting comfy. "A sympathy blowjob would go along way though."

You gently elbowed him in the ribs making him flinch in reflex and then bark out a laugh.

"Fred, I can't tell you how much it would scar me to look at your cock right now whilst the colour's drained from your body, imagine what it's done down there," you joked. Fred immediately batted you away and pulled down his sweats to take a look at his package to check that it still had some colour to it. You looked away, not wanting to get a flash of his currently non-perfect cock. He went silent and flipped up the waistband of his sweats, saying nothing, telling you that you were correct. "Point taken princess."

"So what's your plans tonight?" You asked Fred quietly, lazily drawing patterns into his chest, feeling the small, sparse patch of hair between his pecks.

Fred hummed briefly and let out a little sigh, "change of plans princess, I'm staying right here in bed, George is taking over with our plans for you."

You looked up towards him again at his confession, feeling guilty that he would be left out again. He must have noticed your look and smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, "I get you next weekend."

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Random fic ideas

These are just random xreader ideas that I haven't started yet. If this interests anyone you can use the prompts/stories or just voice your opinions about them! Really just need them out of my head. (If you do use them pls tag me I'd love to read em 🥺)

Time travel scenarios:

- Lightning Era Reader goes back in time for a year, only to come back to a shattered timeline. Finding out that Barty Crouch Junior has broken everything to be with her again. (Hurtless by Dean Lewis)

-Marauders Era Muggleborn!reader goes back in time to Tom Riddles Era, where he finds out about her blood status. He tries to get a hold of this oddly powerful wix, only to find she's actively sabotaging his plans. (This isn't a Tom x reader fic, but it will center their relationship from rivals to friends, only for her to go forward in time once more and unleash a new wave of abandonment charged rage against the wizarding world) - (Hunter by Paris Paloma)

-Given the choice, Remus Lupin would go back in time and never involve himself with the Muggle!Reader he lost. Only in his plan to stray away his younger self, he meets her again. Truly to convince himself to walk away from the woman he loves all over again. (LOML by Taylor Swift)

-After James dies, the reader discovers a way to travel back in time to see him one last time, but she’s warned it can only be for one brief encounter. (You Said You'd Grow Old with Me by Michael Schultz)

Memory Loss ideas:

-Remus helps the reader Obliviate herself during the war, but before he does everyone gets together at the Maurader's one last time. They reminisce on their old memories and share their favorite times with the reader. Remus and the reader reminisce on what could and should have been between them; none of them noticing how much this all seems to be affecting James- who has been in love with the reader for years.

Normal scenarios :

- Poly!Wolfstar x Reader fic, after the events of Halloween 1981 Sirius is jailed- Remus and the reader have a falling out that results in him leaving. 12 years later they are forced to reunite for Harry. (Clean - Taylor Swift)

- James Potter will stop at nothing to stop Fred Weasley from coming around his daughter. The only reason he can give; 'he reminds me of myself.' (Magic! By rude)

- Barty x Tattoo Artist!Reader who can't stay out of his lap (I wanna be your Slave by måneskin)

-Slytherin wins the Quidditch cup for once, but what everyone is really paying attention to is how Regulus Black of all people, ran to Potter!Reader before anyone else. (Alchemy by Taylor swift)

-During the peak of the wizarding war, the reader is a Muggle who inadvertently befriends Remus and the others- learns about the magical world. She becomes one of Remus's closest confidants and helps him through some of his darkest moments. But after the Potters are killed and Sirius is imprisoned, Remus obliviates her to keep her safe from everything he had told her. This leads to complications, where she believes she is having flashes of a 'past life,' when the spell begins to fade. (All Too Well by Taylor Swift)

-During the First Wizarding War, the reader and James are are separated as he’s rises the ranks of the order, getting more missions and having to keep more and more secrets from her. To cope with her fear, the reader writes him letters every night, pouring out her love and worries letters she never intends for him to read. (What a time by Julia Michaels)

-Loving James Potter was knowing he'd give you up to save the world. Loving Barty Crouch Jr. was knowing he'd end the world rather then lose you.

-Fred Weasley fic about a Slytherin reader who never entertained Fred's advances. After the war, George sends her a post with one of Fred's old ideas books. Fred kept filled with jokes, pranks, and ideas for future products he never got the chance to share. Each page is filled with his personality, and she can almost hear him laughing with her. The book signed "for her, always."

-Sirius and the reader have always clashed, unable to see eye-to-eye on anything. But when he accidentally ruins her notebook in a prank gone wrong, she storms out feeling humiliated and hurt. Sirius, surprisingly, follows her to apologize.

-James and the reader are fierce rivals in the dueling club, always challenging each other to duels that usually end in both bruised egos and bruised bodies. But one night, after a particularly intense duel, James notices the reader is hurt and insists on helping her. (Much to no one but the reader's surprise)

-As captains of rival Quidditch teams, James and the reader have always been fiercely competitive, constantly taunting each other and getting into shouting matches on the pitch. When she beats him in a close match, he becomes noticeably sour and can’t hide his jealousy when other players congratulate her. "Why do you like everyone but me?"

- Sirius doesn't know what he hates more, your attitude or you going to the winter formal with Evan Rosier and not him.

- James Potter has always been a thorn in your side, with his constant flirting and his annoying cocky attitude. But when he starts to flirt and playfully banter with Lily Potter you can't stand it, but James just loves your reaction

[dracowars]

Hi! Since requests are open can you so this? (Reader has a laid back persona)

Headcannons or one shot fred wealsey x muggleborn slytherin reader that smokes? YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE THAT PART IF UR UNCOMFTARBLE THO,,, she visits the burrow for like the 1274939th time cause they all love her‼️‼️

The scenery at the burrow is up to you but I just wanna add this little thing- she and Arthur get along well since she's a muggle. Atleast for an hour each time she's there she introduces Arthur to her mini muggle toys (lego, race car kit, UNO) and they play til she has to go home

Hope this isn't too complicated;; take your time if you decide to write this!

visiting the burrow as fred's girlfriend

pairing: fred x muggleborn!slytherin!reader

a/n: arthur weasley has my whole heart <3

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

Coming back to the Burrow - Fred's home - has developed into one of your favorite things to do since the beginning of your relationship

It always feels like coming home, even though it technically isn't your home

The first time, you were extremely stressed out

Fred had to assure you at least a hundred times that his parents and siblings will love you and that you have nothing to worry about

He was correct, however, entering their Gryffindor household as a Slytherin made you freak out

Usually, you are very laid back and there is not a lot that can stress you out, but that day turned you into the complete oppositie of what you thought you were

The more you went there, the more you were integrated into the family

Now, you are seen as an equal member and an integral part to the weasleys

It warms your heart every time when Fred's mother, once again, cooks the most delicious dinner for her big family, always considering your likes and dislikes as well

She even went ahead and bought you your favorite muggle snack

How she knew that? You have no idea

All you know is that it's not only you who loves the snack, but Arthur Weasley does so too

And whenever he gets the chance, he will ask you about everything related to the muggle world

What is a spork? Why do you have signs across the street for cars? Or what even is the real use of a broom?

You heard all of these questions before and you were always more than happy to answer every single one of them

Seeing Arthur being this interested in your world makes you feel kind of proud

And it makes you feel appreciated in some kind of way

In addition, he always seems really happy whenever you can bring some light onto the mysterious things the muggle world produced, thus you gladly tell him everything you know

That one time Fred thought his father was asking you enough questions, but he didn't even listen to him and just kept asking why rubber ducks are such a big deal in the human world

A different time, you even got Arthur a Hot Wheel and he couldn't stop talking about it the whole evening, making every single one of his family members - including you - play with it at least once

He was so fascinated and since you made him happy with it, it made you happy in reverse

You don't know what you did in your previous life to deserve to have these amazing people in your life

But you couldn't be more glad

And you are sure that you will never leave this family

At one point, you are a Weasley

[avalynlestrange]

Bigger than the Whole Sky

Fred Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Reader: Muggleborn, Orphan, She/Her Pronouns, Able to get pregnant

Warnings: This could be triggering, Death, mourning, depression, pregnancy, religion, implied smut (I don’t write smut yet), cravings, make yourself sad hours

Category: One-Shot, Songfic, Angst, Major Character Death

Summary: In which you deal with the loss of the love of your life and the gain of new ones.

Author’s Note: It took me awhile to write this one. I usually like to believe the fact that Fred was just playing an ill-timed prank. I wrote it in bits and pieces so it might seem clunky. The idea was sad and the execution miserable. It does seem fitting to post on Weasley Wednesday though. I'll make up for the sadness I swear!

Word Count: 3021

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No words appear before you in the aftermath.

As you held Fred’s lifeless body, you scream. Agony seeps out your pores. It burns traitorously on your skin. The tears pouring down your face is the kerosine that intensifies the fires of pain.

You know life isn’t fair but you feel cheated. For his family. For George. For yourself. He is meant to live a full life full of jokes and love like how he brings them to yours. How his eyes twinkles every time he would explain an elaborate scheme or every time, he would gaze upon you. How cold and glassy they are now. 

You couldn’t save him. You can’t save him.

Amongst the chaos of the battle you were separated. That should’ve been the sign that something was afoot. But the spells whizzed all around. You didn’t find him until the victory. But you still lost. 

Your body lays next to him. The whole hall quietly suffering. Most are looking at the rubble around them vacantly.  Salt streams out your eyes and into your ears. Cause it’s all over now. All out to sea.

The door opens and you hear Hermione cry out. Hermione runs towards you. You had no energy to even turn towards her. You fixate on the ceiling that once reflected the skies and comforted you. 

When Hermione realisesyou’re not one of the lost souls, she places a hand on your arm. You can hear Ron sobbing on the other side of his brother. 

“Oh sweetie…” She tries to pick you up but you resist. Instead you curl up against Fred’s familiar form without his warmth. Your head resting on his chest without his beat. Hands around his waist without him mirroring the action.

Hermione and Harry peel you away from your heart. It’s heavy and being dragged across wreckage. However, it was already broken to begin with. They sit you down on a bench.

“You need to rest and be checked.” Hermione insists, “This has already been exhausting.”

When she hears no reply, she walks over to Madam Pomfrey and they both tend to your wounds. You didn’t even notice how many you had. Madam Pomfrey dabs on one of your deep cuts. You grit your teeth as nothing beats the excruciating stab of losing the one you love dearly. 

You let both physical and emotional pain numb you, as you sit there staring blankly at that one piece of pebble amongst the larger rocks. It was flat and perfect to skip stones with. Fred would like that.

Fred would have liked that.

A few hours go by, Mrs Weasley offers for you to stay with them at the Burrow but you couldn’t bear to relive memories that would haunt you in every nook of that house.

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The night before Bill and Fleur’s wedding you snuck into Fred’s bedroom. The windows were closed so he bewitched the ceiling to show you the twinkling stars. He would do anything to make you happy and distract you, even for a moment, about what was to come.

“I love you, you know that?” Fred whispered. His arms enveloped you in a warm embrace. Your ear pressed against his body. His heartbeat was hypnotising. It calmed your worried state.

“I love you too.” You squeezed him. He had been trying all night to relax you. You hadn’t slept properly for days. Nightmares visited you every evening preventing you from getting the slumber you desperately needed. All scenes felt realistic. They replayed the same scene of losing Fred in the war. Then Fred would wake you up as you tossed and cried in your sleep.

You didn’t tell him about what your dreams were about. When he pressed you say it was you.

You think to yourself now that maybe if you did, he would still be here.

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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. He was bigger than the whole sky. Now there he lies in a box. Forever encased. There were so many words left unsaid. You are grateful for all the times you had spent together. Yet spiteful of the future you were robbed. You leave wildflowers atop his grave.

‘Please Apparate and tell us this is all one elaborate prank,’ you thought to yourself and it reminds you of the day you met Fred. It was on the first day of school when you heard commotion in the compartment next to yours. Two ginger haired boys coming into your chamber and telling you to act normal. That’s when your life took a welcomed turn. 

You were inseparable ever since. Always seen around playing pranks and joking about. You realised you fell for him when he asked Angelina to ball and he realised he loved you when you arrived with another guy. 

The two of you didn’t start dating until they left Hogwarts and you graduated. Even though you hadn’t been a couple for a long time, he was more than just a short time. You both knew it when he first asked you out that this relationship was forever. But it was severed short and now you’ve got a lot to pine about. You’ve got a lot to live without. You’re never going to meet what could have been. What should have been him.

You arrive at your shared apartment. You walk over to the side table and drop your keys. Taking in all the empty space; It all still feels surreal. There is no music. No crackling sounds of brewing experiments. No laughter. No Fred coming out a corner to jump scare you at any time like he occasionally did.

‘Gotta keep you on your toes babe,’ his voice echoes in your mind as you head over to the bedroom. 

You settle in bed and cover yourself with the duvet. The darkness is a barrier to the real world. 

Day turns to night turns to day turns to night. You are a robot. Programmed to cry and sleep. Food taste bland, so you barely ate. The colours look dull, so you rarely go outside. Before you know it, the evening comes and you cry yourself to sleep once again.

You jolt waking from a strange dream. Rubber ducks, arenas, and pudding. It was very weird, and you are compelled to tell Fred before you forget the details. But as you reach for him on his side of the bed you’re met with the pillows you strategically placed as a pathetic replacement.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Your muggle parents used to always talk to you of a higher power. How they prayed every night for protection and everything they were grateful for. You weren’t sure you believed the same, especially when this higher power took them when you were young but now you think to yourself, ‘Did some force take them because you didn't pray?’

You move and drop to your knees by the side of your bed. 

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes. There is no reason to go on. You plead to whoever is listening that you’ll snap out of this by the morning, and this is just another nightmare.

No amount of weeping and pleading can undo the damage caused by second wizarding war. You know this. Even if you could, you know Fred wouldn’t approve you risking everything for him.  

Hermione and Ginny find you the next morning frozen in prayer. They rush to your side. You lean on Hermione’s kneeling frame as you beg them. Your voice was coarse and brittle. Each word broken apart by sobs and inhales.

“Please… e-erase… him… from… m-my… memories… I… I… can’t… go… o-on… with… my… life… without… him...”

Ginny goes and comes back with a cup of water. She brings it up to your lips and tilts it slightly. The liquid feels stuck at intervals, but you take in more gulps. Trying to drown the emotions that haven’t truly dulled down cause it's all over, it's not meant to be. So you say words you don’t believe.

“I don’t want to remember him. I don’t want to remember us. Please.” You reach for your wand and thrust it to Ginny. She places it on the windowsill behind you. They embrace your stiff figure. Patting your back like a mother comforting her hurting child.

“You know we won’t do that.” Hermione swallows. “You know you don’t mean that.”

Ginny picks you up. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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“Do you think we’ll win?”

‘Do you think we’ll survive this?’ Is what you wanted to ask. Having already lost so many loved ones, it’s hard to imagine that you were going to survive. You barely paid attention in lessons. Too fixated on your other pursuits.

None of which you regretted. All of which involved Fred. Thank Merlin for DA and the order. 

You were looking out of the window of his Aunt Muriel’s house. The moon was full and high. You had sneaked into the room Fred had shared with George, who was downstairs packing up orders to send off for their business. He insisted it couldn’t wait until the morning, however you know the reason is that he can’t sleep at night and packs with the radio on.

Fred didn’t reply to your question, so you turned and looked him in the eyes. Lovingly, he stroked your hair. Despite all the happenings, he never failed to make you feel safe in his arms. 

“I think we should find a place near a lake. Then we can have picnic beside it every day.” He set the scene. “You can grow those flowers you love in the garden. Our kids would play about on open fields.”

You tried not to imagine it, but the picture was too sweet. It would be lucky to have a peaceful life like how Fred envisioned.

“I would love that very much.” You caressed his cheeks and he leaned into your hand. You both narrowed the gap between you on the bed. 

He grabbed the fabric at your back and held you like there was no tomorrow. His lips feverishly played with yours as your bodies beautifully intertwined. As you relished in each other’s touch, you hoped that this wasn’t your last.

Your silent wishes that night weren’t granted.

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Another day in front of the toilet bowl. Vomiting and nauseous nearly every morning, you decide to make a doctor’s appointment for later today. You’re always so exhausted but that’s probably because you were crying yourself to sleep nightly. 

You wash your hands and walk to the kitchen for some water. Gargling a few times, you make yourself the only breakfast that didn’t remind you of Fred. Music isn’t played and books aren’t read to ensure you don’t get triggered by the ghost of him. His items are now packed away neat in a storage cupboard you never open. 

You don’t check on the everyone as often as you know you should. It feels selfish but you barely had any motivation to get out of bed except for needing to pee a lot.

Angelina managed to bring you out of the bedroom for a few hours to work on your resumes and post them out via her family owl. You received an invitation for an interview at St. Mungo’s. The interview is tomorrow, and your initial choice was to decline but Angelina gave you a long pep talk that you can’t back out now.

You take a taxi to your muggle doctor and the wait isn’t too long. Dr Garcia asks you what you’re there for and you tell her your symptoms. She asks you to pee in a cup. It confuses you but you comply. You want to be back in bed as soon as possible.

She then asks you to wait outside her office. When she calls you back, her demeanour is different.

“You have some news. I don’t know if it’s good news or bad news for you.” She starts.

You don’t brace yourself. Nothing could be worse than what you’ve already gone through - are going through.

“You’re pregnant.”

The words reverberate in your mind. Your heart starts to race, and the world starts spinning. You reach in your pocket and find a feather.

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“I swear he’s got it in for us,” you muttered quietly to Fred, when Professor Snape leaves the classroom.

“Of course he does! I mean we pull pranks on him a lot,” George replied. He motioned for you to pass him the spare rag in your hands.

“It wasn’t even me! I didn’t even do anything!” You sneered at the group of Slytherins that moved tables due to a particular loud explosion and mess on their side of your shared table. Cassius Warrington and his posse had blamed you for the incident and of course their Head of House believed their side of the story. You and the twins were given afternoon detention for the week and the task to clean up the goo that is all over your part of the classroom.

“I think it’s Snape’s turn for a trick this evening. What say you, George?” Fred turned to you and asked you the same question.

You smirked at him. “It’s like you can read my mind Freddie!”

Later that day, Professor Snape had dismissed you after your punishment.

“So I’ve told the team to cover for us so if anyone asks we are at Quidditch practice.” Fred informed you both as you sneek through secret passageways into Snape’s classroom.

You gathered all the cauldrons in the room and placed a stink bomb in each one. George then casted a spell to reduce their size. One by one you levitate the objects and hang them on the classroom lights.

“They should set off once the lights turn on tomorrow. Now let’s go!” George lead the way out.

You, however, was mesmerised by feather in a jar on Snape’s desk. The feather shimmered with cloud-like patterns. The hue of the colours shift from gold to electric blue to silver. It was quite beautiful.

“That must have been hard to comeby.” You state to Fred and told him that it must have originated from a thunderbird and shipped all the way from North America.

Fred had noticed and walked towards it. He unscrews the jar lid with ease and takes it out to give to you. He then makes the jar disappear.

“Here.” He placed the feather in your hands. “If he annoys you again just hold this and remember that I will always have your back and will always be with you… and that you have Professor Snape’s expensive thunderbird feather!”

You stroke the soft bristles, and it calms you. Fred was always by your side and will live on through your child.

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Months go by. You slowly develop a routine. A 9-5 job at St. Mungo’s. You and girls take turns to check up on each other and they bring you to the doctors. Weekly Friday family night dinners at the burrow.

Fred’s possessions and photos are back where they belong all over the apartment. 

You no longer ask the sky to wake up from this new reality. You know there is no use. No magic or higher being can undo the past. Instead of begging for a rewind, you now pray nightly that Fred is in a happy place watching over you and your unborn child. 

“I think he should be named after me. After all I’m the fun Uncle.” George passes you the bowl of roast potatoes. You’d been craving potatoes in all forms during your third trimester. Mrs Weasley had happily indulged them. Cooking potato pancakes for breakfast, potato salad for lunch and now roasted potatoes. 

You had accepted her invitation to stay since Mrs Weasley would not accept a no for an answer. When the Weasleys found out you were with Fred’s child they were ecstatic. Your due date was soon. You had a lot to pine about. You have a lot to live without. But your family and friends have shown you that you have so much to live for. They have been your roots keeping you steady. 

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl!” Angelina snickers.

“Then she can be Georgina or Georgia!”

Every one chimes in and state reasons why your child should be named after them. You roll your eyes at their comments and walk towards the refrigerator. Reaching for the juice, you smile as you see Ginny with baby Teddy in her arms.

“I want one!” She pouts.

“You’re too young Ginerva Weasley! You need to finish Hogwarts first young lady!” Mrs Weasley shouts all the way from the dining room. You hear Mrs Tonks agree.

You feel so blessed being surrounded by your family. All is well until a sudden pain courses through your body. The plastic jug in your hand drops and you feel liquid drip below.

“The baby is coming!” Ginny yells.

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Years go by and you watch as your daughters splash in a paddling pool by your cottage. Their ginger hair moves with the wind and their freckles clear in the sun. They remind you of the man you loved and still love. 

“Look at them Freddie. They’re just like you.” You whisper to the wind, hoping they carry the message to him.

The twins are living up to their dad and uncle’s mischievous legacy. As they run towards you with water balloons. You giggle and join their fun.

It was evening and it was time for bed.

“Come on Frederica.  It’s time for bed!” You call your darling.

“But I’m not Frederica! I’m Georgina!” She sprints and jumps into bed. But an eyebrow raise and a smirk from you, and she buckles confessing, “Only kidding Mum! I am Frederica.”

Her sister passes you a book for you to read them for bedtime. When you notice their breathing slow, you bring the duvet up to their shoulders and kiss them on their foreheads.

“What was Dad like?” Georgina asks, her eyes still closed.

“Oh honey, he was bigger than the whole sky.”

[slayingqueenchal]

fred x dyslexic reader

the reader in having a hard time in english( reading something) and fred helps

I just got diagnosed and wanted comfort

Here, ill help you | fred weasley x f!dyslexic!reader

Summary : you had a hard time reading so fred helps you read

Warning : fluff, petnames like 'love'

Notes : im not diagnosed with dyslexia but I'm sure I'm dyslexic, and also my cousin was diagnosed with dyslexia so this is inspired by her chats 😭😭

"Freddie, how in the world did laurie felt to the right? " You said, sighing at your beaten up copy of little women.

Fred moves his chair closer to yours, and said "love, laurie fell to the right" Leaving you with an oh.

That was the first time you Were bad at reading. You couldve swore that it said laurie felt to the right, but, when Fred reads it, it suddenly changes.

This also happens in class quite often, which snape loves. Snape love making fun of you reading the wrong thing, and he purposely make you read the most.

Sure most people are fine with it, but, you've mistaken words so much that when Snape makes fun of you, the whole class laughed ; except for Fred.

Even if Fred's a bit annoyed, he'll be nice. It became a common thing, that Fred sit next to you, and when you were told to read, he whispers what the book says.

Some muggleborns told you that you were what muggle call dyslexic,

"Dys- Dys what? " You said, "dyslexia, it's when.. Someone have a hard time reading, even in their first language" The muggleborn said.

That day on, you've learnt to accept it. But sometimes it can be tough.

"Fred, are you seeing this, meg is eating.. The desert? " You said, showing him your book. "Love.." Fred chuckles, "it's meg eating dessert, you know, the cakes and the ice creams? " .

"Oh" You realized. It was always the words being.. Magic? Once someone sees it it's different. But, Fred is fine with it. And, most of the time you give up reading any book, but, Fred makes you a little study and reading session, because the girl who told you you were dyslexic told him you were dyslexic. Although Fred doesn't know what dyslexia is, he cared for you, and he proved it.

Every evening, Fred reads you everything you're going to learn tommorow. "So, you need one vial of-- love? " He said, looking at you.

Your soft snores, and closed eyes, were beautiful to him. "Someone is sleepy" Fred grins, "I love you"

",'ove 'ou too" You snuggled up in his hands, ready to sleep.

[beautifulbuckys]

The Fire and the Flame [1/8]- George Weasley x Reader

“Impossible is in, I don’t know if you know that.”

“You’re impossible, did you know that?” George laughed, standing up and pushing himself out of the ancient wooden chair. As he stood, the chair creaked, even louder when he relieved the back of the wood from his heavy book bag. 

Summary: As Quidditch season starts, your schedule gets flooded with Quidditch players who are too busy with their schoolwork. What happens when your newest pupil isn’t what you thought he was?

A/N: Hi! This is my small dabble back into writing, I really missed it <3

Quidditch season was fun, sure.

The thrill of typically innocent house-to-house competition was thrilling. Everyone rooted for their team, sports lover or not. Some muggleborns compared it to muggle ‘futball’.  The constant woosh that Quidditch players made from feet above you, balancing beautifully on their thin broomsticks. 

What wasn’t fun? The influx of students needing to be tutored. Sure, you loved tutoring those in need. Though typically, the students you tutored were having genuine struggles. It was a different kind of magic to watch a subject click for someone struggling. During Quidditch season, it was a different story. Nobody was struggling because they didn’t understand why you needed a frog eye for the midnight projection potion. They weren’t struggling because they couldn’t grasp the certain hand flicks needed for more advanced charms. People were now struggling simply because they were falling behind. This especially happened to the Quidditch players themselves. You honestly can’t blame them. They’re amazing at a celebrated sport and they’re committed to something grand! However, it’s frustrating when you’re mandated to tutor them and they act like you’re a burden for being required to. Every single time you’ve tried to tutor the star chaser, they’ve given you a sour attitude and made you feel small. 

Amd now? You’re stuck in the library waiting for your newest Quidditch star pupil to arrive.

It was almost curfew, but tutors get an excuse as we’re hand selected by the heads of our houses. Pupils gain that advantage too, if they select the late time slot. Although it’s judging a book by its cover, many Quidditch players suspiciously chose this time slot. 

Quietly, you assemble your Wizardry Poetry textbooks that you’ve been studying for the year. Wizardry Poetry is a small, less popular elective. Many people that take the class take it to get out of Snape’s detentions, as he seems to have a small space in his miniscule heart for her. Nobody calls him out for it, they just quietly take advantage of the crush. Although it’s not the most popular, it’s exciting. In your opinion, poetry is a light shone into a dark corner nobody wants to explore. Poetry is raw emotion, something people typically cower away from at the opportunity. That’s what makes wizard poetry so exciting. Many pieces written by the famous wizard poets highlight the balance between dark magic and light. It’s a weapon used by those already wielding a powerful tool. 

“Erm,” A deep voice suddenly broke the calming silence of the Hogwarts library. “Are you my poetry tutor?”

You picked your head up from your bookbag, noticing the tall Gryffindor beater standing sadly behind the seat across from you. “Oh yes! Hi. Feel free to take a seat,” You cringed at the formalities. The pupils you’re used to aren’t shy about loudly announcing their presence and obnoxiously filling the small table space. This was new. “George, right?”

He nodded, “How’d you know?”

You chuckled quietly. “You’re the quieter of the two.” The boy said nothing in response to this, seemingly validating your point. Although you’re not particularly friends with the 2 boys, you knew them. You were in the same year and had a few classes with the twins. This is how you knew the difference. Both George and Fred were in your potions class. They sat next to each other, to nobody’s surprise. Fred, who always sat on the left, had a knack for clanging glasses together and making unnecessary comments. Although they were together in that class, you could just tell George was more reserved than his brother. They both laughed together and made jokes, but it was obvious. George was in your Wizardry Poetry class. When it’s just him, his reserved nature becomes a lot more apparent. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you struggling with?”

You knew him in class. He definitely wasn’t struggling. He grasped the subject pretty strongly whenever he was called upon to read or make a comment. To an outsider, he might’ve been a poet already. 

“Well, honestly, I’m just more busy than anything else. Quidditch is just getting to the exciting part of the season and I have sunrise practices every morning. The team’s practice schedule is no joke,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “And honestly? I think poetry is kind of stupid,”

Stupid?

“Poetry isn’t stupid.”

“Sure it is,” George said. “It’s boring and tries to be all deep and stuff. Maybe if it took itself a little less seriously I’d feel the opposite,”

You shouldn’t be as offended as you are. You strongly disagreed with him. Poetry was a gorgeous example of literary art. Sure, it can be difficult to scan for meaning and purpose. However, you feel that the payoff of understanding the raw emotion written by an artist. “Whatever you say George, I’m not here to change your mind, just change your grade. Have you started the assignment she gave us on Tuesday?”

Our poetry teacher assigned us an arguably simple project due at the end of the semester. We were expected to craft a page long piece of poetry about our experiences with magic. She said we had full creative capabilities with our projects, and she wasn’t going to judge or grade our topic chosen. She was mostly looking for our understanding of poetry and is expecting us to pull ideas from previous wizard poets. 

George gently shook his head, the shoulder-length red hair he grew out dancing on his shoulders. “Nope,” He popped the ‘P’ in nope, flashing a cheeky smile.

This was going to be a long few weeks. 

As George and I reviewed his work and created an academic plan to ensure he doesn’t fall behind, it became painfully obvious why George was failing. He grasped the subject with the grip of a giant. It’s not that he didn’t understand stanzas and line numbers. George just didn’t have a reason to care. He had no aspiration of ever becoming a poet, and it became noticeable that George only joined the class to get out of Snape’s detentions. It didn’t make sense though. How could he understand so much and just not care? Did he not have a personal connection to the class?

Maybe all he needed was a lifeline. 

“I think this session was really helpful to you George. Please remember, we’re meeting Thursday at the same time,”

George raised his eyebrows at you, awkwardly grinning. “I might have a surprise Quidditch practice,”

“Why would you know about it if it was a secret, George?” Was he seriously trying to skip out on our session? You found that the session was something that could strengthen George’s academic record. It also helps that he was someone actually enjoyable to talk to. Who knows, maybe you could even teach him the real magic of poetry while you were at it.

“You’re impossible, did you know that?” George laughed, standing up and pushing himself out of the ancient wooden chair. As he stood, the chair creaked, even louder when he relieved the back of the wood from his heavy book bag. 

[nickeverdeen]

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Goodbyes

masterlist

pairing: muggleborn!reader x fred weasley

warnings: angst with fluff sprinkled here and there, death, violence

summary: you're forced into hiding when the death eaters invade hogwarts and saying your goodbyes aren't easy. however, these farewells don't last long when you're reunited with your friends during the battle of hogwarts. the same battle which stole the life of someone dear to you, someone you considered a sister.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: here's the fred weasley fic based off this request hope it's what you were looking for @bunk12bear there's obviously some plots that don't line up with how it actually went down but it's all for the plot of this fic so just ignore them. enjoy <3 (also ik the summary sucks but i didn't know what to say :') not sure how i feel abt this one tbh...)

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your bag sits on your bed. well… the bed that used to be yours. you sigh and pick it up, slinging it over your shoulder, silently thanking hermione for charming it for you. you grab your wand on the nightstand and slowly make your way out the girls dormitories, down the stairs into the common room where luna is waiting.

the second your feet touch the floor, you're attacked and pulled into a tight hug. the air is knocked out of you and you let out a small chuckle at the younger girls actions.

“i am going to miss you tremendously y/n.” lunas soft voice fills your ears. you wrap your arms around her, clearing your throat before saying, “and i'll miss you loony… but this isn't goodbye. think of it as a ‘see you later’, ok?”

she pulls away and looks up at you, eyes glazed over slightly. she nods and sniffs. “i'll be back before you know it.” you give her your best attempt at a smile.

you adjust the bag strap and look at the time. “c'mon, i still have to say bye to the others.” she follows you out of the ravenclaw common room and into the passages of hogwarts.

‘i can't believe this is hogwarts now… it used to be so full of joy, now it's filled with despair.’

you were a muggleborn, raised by your father after your mother passed away giving birth to you. despite this, your father loved you with all his heart and tried to give you all you needed. that's why you're leaving, for him and for your mother. with the death eaters invading hogwarts you were no longer safe. you needed to leave and soon.

your father owned a cottage in the middle of the woods, that's where you'd be staying. far away from hogwarts and danger. far away from the war but also far away from your friends. you were leaving all of them behind.

“-y/n?” luna whispers again, her voice finally breaking you out of your trance-like state. “y/n, are you alright?” you nod. “yeah, i'm fine… just dreading this.” you answer truthfully.

before you can say something else, a loud whisper catches your attention.

“godric there you are! we were looking for you!” hermione pulls you into a tight hug, head burying into the crook of your neck. “sorry mione… didn't mean to scare you.” she sniffs as she pulls away, giving ginny the chance to throw her arms around you in the same manner as hermione.

“it's not going to be the same without you y/n/n.” ginny whispers hoarsely. she lets go and neville takes her place, your head resting on his shoulder.

“wish i could do something y/n, really i do. sorry you have to leave.” he mumbles. “it's going to be ok nev. you'll be seeing me again in no time.” he gives you a watery smile as you pull from his embrace.

harry soon crashes into you and pulls you into his arms. “this is all my fault… i'm sorry… but i'll fix this. i'll fix it and you'll be back at hogwarts, i swear it.” you squeeze him tighter at the sound of his broken voice. “it's not your fault, harry, not at all.” you whisper. he smiles sadly and shakes his head, letting ron give you a hug instead of responding.

“ginny's right, y'know. things won't be the same without you and your smart mouth around here.” you laugh into the hug. “you're gonna say bye to fred and george though, right? they won't forgive you if you don't.” you unwrap your arms from his torso and nod, “of course. i'd never dream of leaving them without a goodbye.” he seems pleased with your response and smiles.

a loud noise is heard nearby, followed by the sound of laughter. laughter that can be recognised anywhere, the laughter of bellatrix lestrange.

you take one last look at all of them before quickly apparating away.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you enter weasleys' wizard wheezes and remove your hood, allowing you to take it all in again. your eyes scan the busy shop and finally land on two redheads.

‘found them.’

you make your way over to them and tap their shoulders. “hey guys.” your smile is bleak and they immediately understand.

“it's today, isn't it?” george asks and you can only nod. fred grabs your wrist and leads you to a quieter spot. “merlin's beard… i didn't realise it was this soon…” he whispers.

george grabs you and his long arms wrap around you, savouring his last moment with you before he lets his twin say his goodbyes. “i'll miss you little one… stay safe please.” you laugh at his stupid nickname. “how many times do i have to tell you, i'm not little.” he chuckles before releasing you. “but you're still younger.” with that, he gives you one last goodbye hug and walks off, leaving you and fred alone.

fred weasley… the only man who, in your eyes, was perfect. he had been your friend since your first year at hogwarts, finding you through ron. you've always admired him but it wasn't until your 4th year that you realised just how much you admired him… scratch that, how infatuated you were with him.

you've kept these feelings towards the older redhead to yourself, fearing that he'd not feel the same and you'd only make things awkward between the two of you.

if only you knew that he had the same dilemma.

“so, this is it huh?” fred's voice is thick with tears and you have to blink back a few of your own. “for now… i'll be seeing you soon freddie.” you try to lighten the mood. he laughs softly, “you hope. you hope you'll see me soon but you can't promise that.”

you frown but before you can respond, he's pulling you into his arms, the scent of burnt marshmallows, gunpowder and his cologne filling your scenes.

the two of you stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“ 'm sorry you have to leave.” fred mumbles into your hair. “not your fault freddie… i'll miss you, you giant teddy bear.” he laughs and you slowly pull away.

you can see his eyes are glossy and a single tear escapes yours at the sight. his hands make their way to your face to gently brush the stray droplet away.

“if i don't hear from you, i'm going to personally find you and give you a piece of my mind y'know.” he says. you smile and roll your eyes. “i wouldn't expect any less.” you stand there gazing into each other's eyes, the weight on your chest becoming too much.

“i should go…” you mutter. he frowns slightly but nods nonetheless. “good luck y/n/n. stay safe please.” he whispers, afraid that his voice will break if he speaks too loudly.

“of course. goodbye fred.” just as you're about to leave, he grabs your hand and yanks you closer, giving you one final hug. he reluctantly lets you go and watches in sorrow as he sees your figure disappear.

“you alright there freddie?” “never better georgie.”

but it's a lie. his broken voice and teary eyes give him away. he's anything but alright.

— — — — — X — — — — —

THE BATTLE

— — — — — X — — — — —

you frantically search for someone you know. any familiar face. there's panic all around you as people prepare for the death eaters to invade.

you round a corner and crash into someone, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. “i'm so sorry-” “y/n?” you quickly look up at the familiar voice.

“tonks! godric it's good to see you again!” the older woman helps you to your feet as you speak. “it is. sorry it had to be in these circumstances.” she smiles and you hug her, relieved that you're with her.

you've known tonks since your first year. you had gotten separated from your father in diagon alley and tonks was the one who found you. she helped you find your father and kept in contact during her remaining years at hogwarts, helping you whenever she could and sitting with you by the black lake whenever you needed a reading buddy. she quickly became like a sister and when she left hogwarts she constantly sent you owls, being sure to never lose touch.

you were there at her wedding, not minding, or caring, that her fianceé at the time was a werewolf. remus lupin had always favoured you, you had a gift for defence against the dark arts and lupin was a talented professor in your eyes.

“c'mon, everyone's this way.” she grabs your hand, dragging you with her.

you eventually stop and immediately see all your friends. “y/n!” hermione is the first to see you and rushes to you, her body colliding with yours. “mione!” she lets you go with a wide smile on her face.

soon enough you're bombarded with hugs from everyone.

“i told you you'd see me soon.” you softly say to fred as he pulls you into his chest. “that you did y/n. that you did.” a cough makes the two of you stop your embrace.

your face heats up when you see that the others are watching the two of you. george, hermione, ginny and harry with matching knowing smirks, neville and luna with small smiles and ron with a confused look on his face.

you look down in embarrassment and quickly walk over to tonks and remus, planning to ask them about their son, teddy.

george wiggles his brows at his twin and says, “so… when's the wedding?” fred scoffs and shakes his head.

“wedding? am i missing something here?” ron speaks up. hermione rolls her eyes and flicks the back of his head. “must you always be so oblivious? honestly ronald.”

everyone chuckles at the hurt look ron has on his face, the panic and fear for what's to come momentarily dissapearing.

— — — — — X — — — — —

“stupefy!” you shout. you watch as the death eater collapses on the ground, giving you time to get away.

you run through the hallways, bodies are scattered here and there and there's rubble everywhere. you round a corner to see fred and percy fighting side by side and head over to help them.

“hiya freddie!” you call out before shouting “sectumsempra!”, watching as the death eater screams slightly, dropping to his knees in agony.

“y/n! whatcha up to?” he jokes, dodging a hex in his direction. “oh, y'know, nothing much, just helping a friend out!” you pause briefly to smile at him. he smiles back and percy looks in your direction.

“y/n.” he nods to you in respect. “hey percy.” you nod back to the older weasley the same way he did to you. you slowly start drifting away from the two brothers but keep them in your line of sight.

“hello minister, did i mention i'm resigning?” you hear percy shout as he sends a jinx at thicknesse. you smile, not used to seeing the stuck up percy weasley joking.

fred seems just as surprised and happy as you, “you're joking, perce!” he shouts back, glee filling his eyes and taking over his features.

you see a lurking shadow behind fred and recognise the figure, augustus rookwood. you look at him with disgust which soon turns to alarm as you see him raises his wand to aim dangerously close to where fred is standing.

“you actually are joking perce… i don't think i've heard you joke since you were-” his sentence is cut short as you shout over him, “everte statum!”

fred's body is thrown backwards by your jinx just as an explosion erupts near the spot he was standing previously.

you see rookwood turn and flee as you rush over to fred.

“merlin, are you ok?!” you shout at him, hands holding his face. he grunts in discomfort and nods, “yeah, just that my arse is sore now.” you laugh, tears running down your face as you realise how close he was to death.

“watch out will you! you nearly died!” he smiles at your words, hand reaching up to cup the side of your face. “but i didn't thanks to you… you saved me.” his eyes are soft as they gaze into yours.

percy quickly kneels next to the two of you. “are you alright there fred?” fred nods at his brother and percy stands again. “very good… the two of you can discuss this later, right now we need to get moving before something like that happens again.”

you sigh and stand, offering fred your hand which he takes. the two of you share one last glance before looking away from each other and running down the hallways.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you breathe a sigh of relief at the temporary halt of the battle. you walk into the great hall with fred's arm linked with yours and start to make your way down the isles.

despair fills you at the sight of the lifeless bodies of your peers and people you once knew.

you're about to turn away from the scene when a flash of pink catches your attention. you quickly take a closer look and rush over to where tonks and remus lay, tears springing from your eyes at the realisation.

there they lie, lifeless and cold, hands connected in a final expression of their love for one another. you sink to your knees as a cry erupts from your throat, the pain overwhelming. fred kneels next to you and wraps his arms around your crying figure, trying to comfort you.

“she was like family, fred… they were my family…” you sob into his chest. his throat is thick with tears as he watches you break down, clutching at his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“i know love… i know… i'm so sorry. it's going to be ok…” he soothes as he rubs your hair, trying to calm you down.

all you can do is shake your head as you cry for the couple. as you cry from the pain and from the guilt, knowing that their son would be damned to grow up without parents. it's a tragic truth which shakes you to your very core.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you're standing by their grave, flowers in hand, tears silently streaming down your flushed face.

you gingerly place the bundle of lilacs, white roses and chrysanthemums onto the graves, the colours vibrant against the grey of the headstones.

you don't know how long you've been standing there, maybe 5 minutes, possibly 20, all you know is that you miss the two greatly. granted, you haven't known remus quite as long as you've known tonks, but in the short period you have known him, he quickly earned your trust and respect.

they may not have the same blood as you, but they were your family regardless.

you tense when you feel someone's arm wrap around your shoulders but soon relax when the familiar smell of burnt marshmallows and gunpowder fills your scenes.

it's silent as fred comforts you and you're grateful that he isn't pushing you to talk just yet. you don't even know if you can talk, throat raw from all the crying you've been doing lately.

a little while later fred softly whispers, “i'm always here for you, y'know? no matter the time of day, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or even someone to vent to, i'll be ready and waiting.” you turn your head to look at him and give him a weak smile. “thanks freddie.” you gruffly whisper.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you and fred slowly walk down the deserted street of godric hollow, the silence almost eerie if it wasn't for the quiet conversation fred kept up with you.

the two of you stop under a tree and take everything in. since the battle, everything's been chaos. voldemort is gone but so are many witches and wizards, all their lives cut short due to the wars.

you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and you meet his gaze.

“something the matter fred?” you ask. he shakes his head and smiles softly. “just thinking…” he trails off slightly. “what are you thinking so deeply about?” curiosity bubbles inside you but all he does is shake his head again.

the truth is, he's conflicted. conflicted with his feelings for you.

one part of him doesn't want to tell you, scared of your reaction and knowing that now isn't the best time.

but the other part wants you to know how he feels. he wants to be able to hold your hand and not in a friend kind of way. he wants to hold you as you sleep, knowing that you're his and he is yours.

“fred…” you whisper, the look in his eyes is admiring and soft. “y/n…?” he responds, dazed.

you smile and lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. his face blushes crimson, matching his hair. you rest your head on his shoulder as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his side. you and fred have matching smiles as you enjoy the comfort of each other.

you may have lost two of the most important people in your life but you also gained something. you don't know what it is and what you are to fred, but you don't care.

you're in his arms and you've never felt safer. you've never felt more loved than you do right now.

you'll never stop missing tonks and remus but knowing that fred will be here by your side the whole time, it gave you the strength to carry on with life.

and carry on you did.

— — — — — X — — — — —

[spaceyaceface]

The World Cup (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of torture, minor injuries, panic attack, angst (but don’t worry it’s all made better with some fluff)

Summary: Y/N gets separated from the Weasleys at the aftermath of the World Cup. 

A/N: Well, here you go, fam. Here’s me branching out! I’ve had this idea for a long time and am honestly very excited to finally get it down!

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The World Cup wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

Everything had started out just grand; the match was exhilarating, the after party was fantastic, and Fred and George had gotten a huge pay out on the ridiculous bet they had made. 

Y/N’s best friends in the world, the infamous pranksters Fred and George Weasley, had invited her on the wonderful once in a lifetime opportunity to attend the World Cup. As a Muggleborn, Y/N was ecstatic to drink in every moment of her time amongst the world she still felt so new to. Even with Molly having stole all of the products they had made just before the trip, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the warm bubbling of excitement build up as the day progressed, made even worse by her existing crush on Fred--spending so much time with him outside of class and detention was fantastic. But now, all of her excitement had faded away completely. 

The screams she heard should have been of joy. The flickering lights should have been late-night partiers still going at it. The laughs should have been of happy memories newly made, not the shrill, piercing sound ringing everywhere around Y/N. 

After celebrating the Irish win until Mr. Weasley had insisted they get to bed, she had settled in the girl’s tent with Hermione and Ginny. She’d been sleeping soundly until George shook her awake. 

“Y/N,” he said. Even in her half-asleep state she could hear the note of panic in his voice. “Y/N, wake up, we’ve got to get out of here.”

Now she stood, frozen in shook, just outside of the tent. Above her, the poor Muggles wailed in the sky, strange laughs echoing all around her. A hand suddenly gripped her own, tugging her out of her trance.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ve got to go into the woods,” Fred said, pulling her along. Ginny held his other hand, and George ushered the others alongside him. They found themselves the middle of a crowd, the rest of the witches and wizards fighting to get to safety, shoving desperately to get ahead. Her grip on Fred’s hand began to slip. 

“Fred--” 

A man speaking in rapid French under his breath suddenly barreled past her, pushing her to the ground. Her head hit against something hard, and she grit her teeth as the sting spread behind her eyes. 

“Fred! George!”

Shouts from everyone around her drowned out her own. Y/N struggled to get to her feet, trying not to get trampled, but was again thrown down with every attempt. 

“Fred! Fred! Ginny, anyone!”

Her shouts became more desperate, breathing faster, until suddenly, her head hit the ground once more and everything faded away. 

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Fred swore to whatever God would hold him accountable that he’d never forgive himself. 

“I had her hand, George! I thought she was right behind me, I swear!”

“It’s not just her,” Ginny piped up. “We’ve lost the others, too. They could be with her!” 

“I didn’t lose track of Harry and them until we were in the woods,” George said. “Where did we lose Y/N?”

“I... I don’t know, it must have been early on.” Fred ran a hand through his hair. “I grabbed her as we were leaving, her hand slipped but I thought she was right there... I’m a bloody idiot.” 

“She’ll be alright, it’s Y/N we’re talking about, don’t you forget that,” George assured him. “Things seemed to have calmed down a bit, you go look for her, I’ll stay with Ginny and try to find where we lost Ron. We’ll meet back here after that, alright?”

Fred nodded. His stomach ached with worry. 

Please Y/N, he thought, just be ok.

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Ow was really all Y/N could think when she first came to. The second was Where am I? 

After a brief struggle of opening her eyes, she remembered. Tattered and smoldering tents stood sagging around her. She couldn’t see anyone around, they all seemed to have reached the safety of the woods. 

She was alone. 

A lump rose in her throat and her head seemed to pound with even more ferocity. What if those crazy witches and wizards, the ones who had tortured the Muggles, were lurking around? She was Muggleborn, probably the next worst thing in their books--what would they do to her if they found her? 

The thought was enough to get her to jump to her feet. She had to get out of here before it was too late. With a wince, she brushed the sore side of her head, where she must have struck it--her fingers came back dark and sticky. No time for that now; get somewhere safe first, find someone she trusts, and then figure it out. 

Her whole body seemed to ache as she rushed towards the woods as fast as she could. Every breath got caught in her throat, expecting it to be her last. She felt like eyes were watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike--but she made it to the first line of trees safely. 

Pressing forward, she tried to calm her breathing and think. Where were Fred and the rest of everyone? Were they all still together? Had they even noticed she was missing? Should she yell out for them, or would that be too much of a risk? She decided against shouting; she didn’t want to take that chance. 

But luckily, it seemed someone else did. 

“Y/N!” 

She almost didn’t trust her ears until she heard it again. 

“Y/N! Y/N, are you out there?”

“Fred?”

A figure emerged from the shadows, and Y/N couldn’t help but run towards him. His arms wrapped around her waist as she dived on top of him, and a strangled laugh of relief escaped Y/N’s throat. He held her tight to him for a moment longer before pulling away to look at her properly. 

“Oh, thank God I found you, I never could have forgiven myself.” His eyes traced her face, widening when he saw the gash on the side of her head. “Merlin’s beard, what happened? You’re bleeding!”

Her hand shot up to the spot, the sticky feeling once again on her fingers.“It’s alright, I think it’s stopped, I just fell is all. Where--where are the others?”

Fred reached down to grab her other hand, gripping it tightly in his own. No way I’m letting her slip away again. “George and Ginny are together, trying to find Ron and the others, they got lost, too. I’m sure they’re alright,” he added quickly, seeing a bit of panic build up in her eyes. “You know the three of them, they’ve got themselves out of worse trouble.” 

She nodded, a bit numbly. “Fred I--” She struggled to keep her breathing even. “I’m scared.”

In all his years of knowing her, Fred had never known Y/N L/N to be afraid, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw the fear welling up inside her. It made his heart ache. 

“I’m Muggleborn, Fred, if the find me--if they find any of us--”

“They’re not going to find us,” Fred said sternly. “Y/N, look at me.” The hand not gripping her own cupped the side of her face, guiding her eyes to his. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, alright? We’re going to be just fine. Now take a couple deep breaths for me, ok?”

She did the best she could, closing her eyes, hand tightening over his. After a moment or two, she opened her eyes again. “Ok. We’ve got to go find the others.” 

He offered her a reassuring smile--how could he make her feel so safe so fast? These were the same woods as they were just a moment ago, weren’t they? “We better get going, it’ll only be a matter of time before George manages to make something explode, especially with an influence like Ginny with him.”

Despite everything, she chuckled. 

Only Fred Weasley could make her laugh when the world seemed so mad around her. 

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The rest of that night (and early morning) was a blur. After a time, they managed to track down George and Ginny, and together they had gasped when a sudden symbol appeared overhead. Y/N didn’t know what it was exactly, but by the expressions on the others faces, she knew it couldn’t be good. 

“Fred, what is that?” she asked quietly. 

His hand still hadn’t left hers since the moment he had found her. “I’ll tell you later,” he promised. 

She had the feeling that he wasn’t telling her to keep her from being more afraid. Any other time, she would have badgered it out of him. But right now, she couldn’t help but be grateful. 

Eventually, Mr. Weasley had turned up with the others, and a Portkey was arranged for the Burrow. 

It had been a couple of sleepless night since then. Y/N knew she didn’t have to worry any more; she was perfectly safe in the Burrow. But still, the thought of if they had been caught, if something had happened...

That string of thoughts flew through her head once again that night, but she was torn out of it with a tap on the window. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on her lips as she rushed over to see Fred hovering outside on his broom, a habit he had taken to a couple years before when Y/N began staying at the Burrow in the summers. As quietly as she could, she opened the window and got out on to the roof, where he had begun to settle. 

“What, no George tonight?” 

“No, said he was too tired, the git.”

Y/N chuckled. “Oh, shame, guess you’ll just have to do.”

Fred rolled his eyes a bit, sitting beside her on the rooftop, looking out at the starry sky. They didn’t do this too often; it was a whole process, Fred sneaking his broom inside, the both of them trying to be quiet on the roof. But Y/N loved it more than anything. It was a bit sappy, but she adored star gazing--especially with a certain boy beside her. 

“I... never really thanked you,” Y/N said, eyes cast out to the sky. 

Fred furrowed his brows. “What for? I mean, yeah I grant you my marvelous company, a gift very few cherish, but you don’t seem to like it much anyway.”

“No, I’m talking about... well, the World Cup.” She took a deep breath, continuing before he could respond. “I was just... really scared, you know? I mean, I’m Muggleborn, if they found me, who knows what they would do? You saved me, I was downright terrified. Still am, if I’m honest.”

She felt his eyes tracing his face. “You really don’t have to thank me, Y/N. It was my fault you ever got lost in the first place.”

Y/N shook her head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was chaos, you were worried about George and Ginny and--”

“Y/N, if anything had happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.” His hand suddenly grabbed her own, and she found her eyes locked with his. “I... I wish you didn’t have to be scared. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, not now, not ever, you got that?”

There was an intensity behind his words that Y/N had almost never seen before; a fierce something that made her believe that, as long as she was with Fred, she was safe. She offered him a small smile. “I’ve got it.”

He smiled a bit back, eyes going back up to the sky. “I sort of lied. George wasn’t tired, I just didn’t invite him. Well, he tried to invite himself but I just didn’t let him on the broomstick.”

“And why’d you do that?” Y/N asked.

“So I could do this.” 

It was softer than she’d imagine; the hand not holding her own brushed her cheek, guiding her lips to his own. For a boy known for his confidence and daring, the definition of a Gryffindor, he seemed surprisingly nervous. 

At least, until she kissed him back. 

A smile played on both their lips as they parted, hands still together, sky still starry above them. Y/N leaned her head on Fred’s shoulder.

“Well then, I’m quite glad George didn’t come along, no offense to him.”

Fred laughed, and Y/N let the warm feeling grow inside her chest. Sure, sometimes the world was scary. Sometimes she felt she didn’t belong. But here, stealing kisses under the moonlight, Y/N felt invincible. 

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[artsymushu]

His soundtrack

I've been thinking a lot lately about what kind of music would Fred listen to if he was a muggle, or if he was alive in our timeline.

I really like the idea of him turning on a muggle radio and falling in love with Queen and Bon Jovi. Him bonding with his father because they have something in common, and Arthur being so proud of his son's newest interest in muggles. Him stopping any muggle born at Hogwarts just to find out more about our music. Him, who already loved dancing to The Weird Sister's songs with his little sister, slowly introducing Ginny to muggle music too. And muggle songs playing at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, making the scared muggle born children feel suddenly welcome in the wizarding world the first time they step into Diagon Alley.

Fred's passion for music has been on my mind for a long time, it's one of my favourite headcanons and I'm trying to make a playlist for him now.

I have some ideas, but I would love to hear what other songs do people relate Fred to. What do you think??

[bunk12bear]

This isn't goodbye it's see you later

Harry's year! Muggleborn!  reader comes to the shop to say goodbye because she's going on the run after she's expelled from Hogwarts when the death eaters take over

Author's note so I requested this prompt from @a-constant-gay-panic and decided that I liked it's so much that I do my own version you can find there's here https://a-constant-gay-panic.tumblr.com/post/683626287770812416/goodbyes.

Note that this is my very first time writing and X reader so if things are janky that's why. I've gone beyond the parameters of my post a little and made the reader Ravenclaw quidditch captain and gave her a little sister I tried to leave a lot of other things up for interpretation.

Your entire body was shaking, your heart was racing and your lungs felt tight in your chest. You had known that Dumbledore's death two months earlier would mean bad things for the war but  never imagined they would get so bad so quickly.

You and your friends had just spent nearly an hour crying together; That morning an owl had arrived but instead of the expected supply list it carried two near-identical letters informing you that you and your little sister had been expelled from Hogwarts for being muggle-borns, and were now expected to come to the ministry to be tried for stealing magic of all things.

Poor (sisters name), this was supposed to be her first year, she had been so excited to discover that she was also a witch and now she might not ever be able to go to Hogwarts or even perform magic at all.

With your friends back at their homes and all of your letters to your teammates sent out you aperated to Diagon Alley.

You had been friends with Fred and George for five years now, they deserved to be told in person.

You were especially nervous to tell Fred  you weren't going to lie. You had always been firmly just friends but over the last couple of months things have felt different somehow between you two, you squashed that thought down, now was not the time for Romance.

You walk into the shop one hand still crushing the corner of the letters the other griped tightly around the blue and bronze Captain's badge you would never get to use. 

In moment of luck  Twins were in the front of the store. 

Fred greeted you with his usual enthusiasm ``Hey Birdy thought you'd stop by and" whatever joke he was  about to make was interrupted as George, ever the more empathetic of the two, shook his twin's  shoulder and jerked his chin at the paper in your hand.

Fred's face drops when he sees your facial expression and the way your hands are shaking, "Y/N? What's wrong?"

Tears began to sip down your cheeks and your chest felt even tighter: you try to explain through your blubbering but finally decide to just hand them the letter. 

As the twins read the color drained from both of their faces and their eyes went wide.

George gasped "Oh, Y/N. I'm so sorry.  Is there anything we can do?  You know we  could probably forge documents and pretend you're our cousin."

You shook your head "No, no I couldn't ask you take that kind of risk for me"

Fred, for his part, hadn't uttered a sound; he was uncharacteristically deadly serious and almost perfectly still with only his eyes moving from you to the letter and back again over and over.

George shook his brother's shoulder again this time  more gently.

"What, what are you going to do?" Fred asked, seeming dazed.

"I, I don't know"you said " go on the run I guess, try to at least get (sisters name) out of the country. They sure as shit aren't getting their hands on our wands"

"George is right, you know! we can figure something out, we can hide you!"

You sighed, stupid Noble gryffindors, "No. I'm not going to let you do that. Your family is already in enough Danger what with being blood traitors and your brother being Harry Potter's best friend. I am not going to let you put yourself in more danger from me and that's final, do you understand me"

The twins responded at the same time

 

"Please Birdy"(fred)

"Seriously (Y/N) we don't mind"( George)

"No!" You said firmly.

It was George's resolve that crumbled first, seemingly realizing that he wouldn't change your mind, "fine I don't like this,but fine. You come to say goodbye before you leave though, ok?"

You nod "Of course." You turned to Fred giving him a sad  smile and said his name gently.

"Fine, but seriously you better say goodbye"

"Good I should go figure things out, I'll make sure to stop by before I leave."

One week later

This was it , you were set to go into hiding just after your new traveling companion got off her shift at the apothecary. You had lucked out tremendously. An older muggle-born witch had overheard your conversation with your boss at flourish and blotts, informing him of the situation and pulled you aside explaining that she had an enchanted tent and other camping supplies and had already taken a couple of younger muggle-borns under her wing. She had invited you and (sisters name) to join her and, not being in any position to refuse you had agreed.

Now, here you stood in front of the shop, tugging hard at the straps of your magically expanded backpack, preparing to say goodbye to two of your closest friends, perhaps forever.

You walk through the doors and this time neither twin attempts to greet you with a joke.

They see how you're dressed 

and seem to know. 

George turns to Verity telling her that they need to talk to their friend for a bit and then both twins usher you to a quieter corner of the shop.

"So I guess this is goodbye," Fred says, his voice solemn.

"Yeah I guess so" you reply

There's an extended pause

Listen Fred and I were talking and '' George pulls out a parcel loosely wrapped in what seems to be butcher paper.

You stare at the package raising an eyebrow and looking up at the twins quizzically  "You got me a present?… Odd timing but okay."

"No, no" George replies, " it's a bunch of our defensive products, we know you and you're not going to go down without a fight, we thought this would help" 

You find yourself almost speechless," How much do I owe you?"

Fred makes an attempt at flashing his characteristic impish grin, "Nothing, consider it our don't die discount!" He laughs at his own joke for a second before becoming deadly, uncharacteristically serious again. It could be your imagination but you swear he's avoiding looking at your eyes.

George fake coughs and mutters something about helping customers.

You and Fred watch George leave and the air is immediately filled with that weird tension that has kept happening between you this summer.

"I um," he says suddenly changing facial expressions as if an idea just popped into his head, "Hey how about we take a quick walk around the shop, you know For Old Times Sake," You think you can manage that so you smile at him and the two of you begin to walk around the store, God you're going to miss this place.

You could have sworn you felt Fred's hand brush up against yours but tried to shrug it off as an accident when he stops suddenly in a tucked-away corner of the shop with no customers.

He turns to face you placing a hand on your forearm, "Listen Birdy, please be careful. I can't, I can't lose you", I? He had used I, not we? Well that was odd.

You cock your head to the side, "What?"

"Listen (Y/N) I know this is spectacularly bad timing but I just...  Can I kiss you?"

"What?" you ask again

"Can I kiss you?"

Merlin's beard! Fred Weasley was asking to kiss you! you surge up on your toes before you even really know what you're doing and press your lips to his.

Fred freezes for a minute before beginning to kiss you back. 

By the time you're done you're both breathless and your heart is racing. 

Fred flashes you a genuine grin, so Birdy am I a better kisser than(ex-boyfriend's name)?"

" I'm sorry Weasley, did you just ask about my ex-boyfriend after we just got done having a we might not see each other ever again snog?"

"Just kidding." 

" You're ridiculous," you say and laugh affectionately "You ARE a better kisser than him though"

"Good," Fred says and begins to kiss you again.

You pull back, you don't want to stop kissing him but you do. you have to be at the location you agreed to meet in 10 minutes and you have to have time to apparate home grab (sister's name) and all her stuff and apparate back.

"Listen, I need to go now. We can figure all of this out if we see each other again"

Fred grabs your hands, "when we see each other again."

"Yeah okay when we see each other again, hopefully  that will be soon"

" Hopefully" he replies and captures your lips and one last Quick kiss. And with that you turn and walk out of the store into your uncertain future. 

bonus

George watched as Y/N walked out of the shop with a Smile and a quick wave to Verity. You knew something was up between Fred and the pretty Ravenclaw( quidditch position) or at least that Fred fancied her, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone else but George. 

" sorry to leave you alone again but I got to go grab something from the back okay? Verity smiled, nodded professionally and continued on with her work without a hitch. She was an excellent employee. He reminded himself again to buy the man who recommended a bottle of fire whiskey.

He slipped into a deserted back corner of the store where he thought Fred might be.

The suspicions were proven correct when he saw his twin leaning lightly against a display staring at where Y/N had just left.

 

Normally he'd crack a joke about Y/N letting Fred down easy but at the moment it seemed inappropriate.

" Hey Freddy, how you feeling?

Fred sigh and smiled unconvincingly, " never better"