#fred weasley x read

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[wisssp]

think about walking into the kitchen of the burrow, intending to make a cup of tea but instead, you find yourself interrupting a rather heated discussion between three of five Weasley boys.

"sorry, should I go?" you kinda laugh, trying to ease the tension. Bill crosses his arms and draws in a breath.

"no. no. do not bring her into this." Fred cuts him off while George brings his fingers to his temples.

"no, fuck you. i'm asking her." Bill barks at Fred and turns to you.

"so when you're fucking a guy and he's behind you..." George's hand clamps over Bill's mouth as Fred's eyes go wide, almost like they're both mortified. Bill finally wrestles off the maniac and goes to finish his sentence.

"as i was saying; when you're intimate with a man and you vocalize that you like something, you don't want him to stop that thing, right?" Bill gets out his question while simultaneously fighting off the boys. Once it's hanging in the air, they all fall silent and look at you expectantly.

"well...right. if it's a good flow, why ruin the flow?" you try to stay neutral, not knowing where this conversation is going.

"okay see?" Bill looks back at George and Fred, starting up their little argument once more.

"so what kinds of things are we talking about?" a new voice chimes into the conversation.

Charlie.

"Freddy here was just asking for advice and he didn't believe my opinions were correct, so i brought in the opposite sex for further investigation." Bill straightens his shoulders out as Charlie walks closer. they hug and Charlie turns to you, his eyes trailing up and down your figure while you feel your face heating up.

"and what did miss sex expert have to say?" he smirks at your blushed cheeks. you look up at him through your eyelashes and smile innocently.

"why tell you when i could show you?"

[cloveswifey]

Tired

Mattheo riddle x Fem!Reader

Cute fluff

I found myself in Mattheos' dorm room, reclining on his bed while waiting for him to finish his shower.

As I mindlessly scrolled through tiktok, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. Swiftly, I averted my gaze from my phone to see Theo entering the room. He casually tossed his soiled clothes into the laundry basket before making his way over to where I was.

Signalling the end of my TikTok session, I deactivated my phone and placed it on the nightstand.

As Theo flopped onto the bed, seeking solace in my arms, I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. Gently, I pressed a tender kiss onto his damp hair as he mumbled tiredly against my neck. “I’m so tired”

"Then get some rest," I chuckled, my fingers caressing his hair in a soothing motion.

"You smell amazing," he mumbled, his words barely audible.

With a light-hearted chuckle, I replied, "Why, thank you."

"Is it the new strawberry-scented one I got you?" he asked, nuzzling his head deeper into my embrace.

"Mhm," I murmured, gently tucking the duvet over both myself and Mattheo. As I continued running my hands through his hair, I began to hear soft snores escaping his parted lips. Glancing down, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him peacefully asleep.

With a final tender kiss on his head, I closed my own eyes and settled in, letting sleep embrace me as well.

[emilythescribbler]

How would golden trio era characters react to reading your diary?

POV: In your diary, you've written at length about how much you like them, how you have, to your own surprise, become quite attached to them, and have grown to develop feelings for them. You couldn't possibly have known that the very person you have said repeatedly that you "simply adore" would be reading those very words, could you?

(btw gender neutral!reader !!!)

How would Harry Potter react to reading your diary?

He surprised even himself when he finally summoned up the urge to look. It had been bothering him for a long time, that need to know, like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. He often wondered if you noticed, if you had caught his often lingering gaze as you sat in the Great Hall for breakfast, appearing as if you had just rolled out of bed, but still always writing in that book, a quill never far from your grasp, the book held firmly and securely under one arm as you both walked to morning classes. When he asked what you were writing, you were quite to close the leather-bound borders which housed all your most intimate thoughts, but it was this day in particular that you had left it out - unguarded; he thought he must have been dreaming at first, considering how protective of it, but he was very much awake. Checking, at first, to see if you were around, realising that you were very much absent for the moment, he was quick to act, quicker than he thought he might be, for it was not the first time he had contemplated taking a peek inside those pages. Still, despite the courage it had taken to take that final step, his hands still trembled, wondering what your reaction would be if he were discovered. The diary did not disappoint. He sensed, for a long time, there was a part of you which might have harboured some feelings for him, as he did for you, although he, of course, couldn't have mentioned that to you, not, he would add, considering how close you were, how much he valued your friendship. He had to reread certain pages, which detailed moments he had long forgotten, which you had recorded in so much surprising detail. You commented much of his company, how you adored his sarcasm, which not many had to displeasure to witness, as you put it. What really struck him, was not the way you spoke of his eyes, or the light grin he sometimes wore when he was feeling especially bold, not restricted by the confines of his upbringing, but of his gentle valor. You spoke of his dedication to his friends, to those he cared about. When Harry Potter loves, you wrote, he loves with a vengeance, he loves until he can no longer love again, and still he continues to love.

How would Ron Weasley react to reading your diary?

Ron Weasley never felt as if he could be loved, not in the way his brothers were loved by all who knew them, not in the way his sister was loved, for she was the only girl, the sibling who stood out amongst the sea of red-haired children. He felt as if he didn't have a place in this world; even in his friendships, he always felt as though he came second to the famous Boy Who Lived, and the genius Muggle-Born witch they had welcomed into their circle years ago. He was the odd-one-out once more. He didn't realise it, but his lack of self-confidence could be felt by those around him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. While others did their best to ignore it, to look away, you didn't. He didn't quite want to believe it, had sensed that your kind words and gentle manner were more than just simple pleasantries, but he felt, for his self-confidence could be so low that he didn't want to believe anyone could see anything quite so special in him, that he needed to see it, plain as could be, before his eyes, to believe it so. He didn't want to take your diary, but felt it were the only option available to him, for you were always writing in those pristine white pages, never allowing a single day to pass without writing something, pulled from even the most mundane of days, upon them, casting black ink - the words blotchy, messy, but still uniquely yours. And when he did, rising early one morning to sneak that small, yet most important journal into a secluded area of the common room to read what he could. He didn't take him long to find what he wanted, and it brought him some degree of satisfaction to know, to really, truly know that someone could find him to have "as big a heart as anyone could possibly hope for, which is singularly wasted on someone who can never see just how much he affects and matters to the people around him." It didn't take long for him, also, to change, in hopes he would read your diary again and find you had seen just how much he wanted to show you that his heart was being used to the max: to love, even if it meant putting himself out and risking getting hurt in the process.

How would Fred Weasley react to reading your diary?

Fred Weasley knew he was liked, he knew that both he and his twin brother were often looked up to by other students, both in their respective year group and beyond. It was an inevitable consequence of their antics, and while he often loved to be the centre of attention, as he would be the first to admit that he was far more out-going than George in many respects, he couldn't shake the fact that there was one student who didn't seem to have much of a reaction when he spoke to them, not to his behaviour which, this he could only admit to himself, was, in part, a ploy to try to get your attention. Part of him couldn't stand that, out of all the admirers he had, out of all the students who paid him any kind of attention, you seemed to be the one exception. And so it began, where he would purposefully try to talk to you, to get you to notice him, sometimes in more subtle ways, other times in more overt ways, which did nothing to discourage rumours which now were starting to spread amongst the student body. As mortifying as it was for you, as much as you tried to avoid him, he was persistent. You found it, if only secretly, endearing at times, and it only seemed to fuel his taunts even more, and thus a friendship of sorts was the next logical step. And as he hung out with you more, he noticed something he hadn't before: just how much you wrote in your diary, at seemingly all hours of the day, buried in those pages of your own thoughts, unfiltered, personal, private. He wanted to know more about you, about how you thought, for you had captivated him from the moment he first laid eyes on you, but you couldn't have known it... could you? His curiousity only fueled his desire to know more about your mind, and so he took his opportunity where he could find it, daring to look at what those pages held, finding, to his own mild amusement and surprise, detailed accounts of the timeline of your friendship, at different stages, at which you described much of how you first met, how he had irritated you at times, coming off as arrogant and cocky, but that he, Fred Weasley, had peaked your interest, even if you didn't show it. Only one of you were any good at hiding your true emotions, and Fred always wore his plain for anyone to see, always with his heart on his sleeve. It seemed that you had decided to wear yours close to your chest, never allowing anyone to see who you truly were. Fred wasn't sure why that was, for when he read how much he had surprised you with his friendly and welcoming manner, how he amused you with his wit and humour, and how he always seemed to know what to say, he felt that the person he had come to know, a poetic and beautiful soul, was a person he wanted in his life for a really long time. He was surprised it had taken him this long to realise that.

How would Draco Malfoy react to reading your diary?

Draco Malfoy was not an easy person to get to know. In a way, he would have been the first person to admit that being close to him meant that he couldn't easily allow another person to see those dark corners of his mind which had haunted him for his whole life. And when you remained persistent in proving to him that he was as worthy of love and happiness as any other person in this world, he couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. He didn't wish to speak about such things often, but when it was just the two of you, away from the noise which was his life, he would begin to open up, always met with this feeling that you were the only person in this world who understood him, and that no one else could make him say the things he said in your presence: vulnerable, honest, open, raw and true. It would seem the effect of such candid thoughts was not lost on either of you. He didn't have to look through your diary to discover your innermost thoughts and feelings, for one day, after he had become upset about his whole life, for the weight of it had become truly unbearable at times, you reached into your satchel and fetched the journal, still in immaculate condition after all this time, and opened it, placing it before him as you urged him to read. You wanted him to see just how much his presence had affected you, and how much he meant to you; one sentence, amongst the pages and pages of detailed accounts of your time together, mingled with a method of writing which was almost romantic in form, Shakespearean in the impact it had upon the blonde boy sat before you, as you sat with simple feelings of anxiety which lingered for long stretches of time as each second passed painfully slow into the next, stood out amongst all others: Draco Malfoy is never quite as aware of himself as he ought, you had written, but I can see him so clear, that those dark corners to which he retreats into are cast in bright light - a portrait of vulnerability when it is at its most honest.

[thursdaygxrls]

Seeing Him (‘Seeing Her’ Part Three)

summary — george weasley is very bad at getting a girlfriend.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i do not own harry potter or its characters.

warnings — i didn’t edit, my bad lol. also i inserted wuthering heights a little too much (by the way you should read wuthering heights)

read part one and part two!

“You are repulsive.” The words left her mouth bitterly as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening, “I’m sorry—it just wasn’t my thing!”

“Frankenstein is everyone’s thing!” She fired back, though, a small grin cracked on her face, “You are a waste of perfectly good eyes, you know that?”

“You like my eyes?” He wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk lighting up on his face.

When George Weasley had taken out the girl he’d long been staring at, a stroll through the book store turned to hours of talking, and one date turned to three. It was so natural, and yet, so odd. A girl who’s presence was only marked by the books she read and a boy who’s troublemaking reputation surpassed that of many fictional characters had somehow found harmony between fantasy and reality. Well, most of the time.

“I meant that your eyes are perfectly capable of seeing and consuming beautiful literature, yet you’re squandering it.” She huffed at him, though, the smile on her lips was obvious.

“Beautiful literature and beautiful ladies,” George spoke, still smirking, “And I’m using up all that eyesight power by staring at you.”

“Horrible boy,” she scoffed, the grin still on her lips.

“Beautiful girl,” George replied, his eyes dancing across her face.

Whatever had bloomed between the two had proved strange to almost every other student at Hogwarts. It wasn't as if people shouted or stared when they saw them walking together in the halls, but there was the occasionally lingering look that said 'huh, I wouldn't have put those two together.' It was especially odd that a known flirt had seemed to retire his previous career. George, who'd always been one to chat up a new girl each week, was now only seen with the same girl day after day. If that hadn't been enough to set off a few social alarms throughout the school, a few students had even seen George reading — and not just dirty magazines.

"Things seem to be getting pretty serious," Fred chuckled as he talked. He and George had just gotten out of detention and were headed through the halls towards the Gryffindor common room.

"I'd say that was rather normal." George shrugged, "Flitwick snored just as much as usual."

"Not detention, you git." Fred couldn't help it when another laugh left his lips, "Things are getting serious with your girl."

"Oh," George shook his head, a smile lighting up on his face, "Yeah, I guess."

"D'you make it official?" Fred nudged him, "Tie the noose around your neck? Connect the ball and chain?"

"Shove off," George groaned, nudging him back with a bit more force.

"Oh, come on, did you?" Fred sighed, relenting his antics for a moment. George looked at him, a sudden frown curling on his lips. He shook his head.

"No." He shrugged as though it didn't matter, "It's only been a couple dates."

"What?" Fred's eyes seemed to widen to the size of planets, "Only a couple dates? I've never seen you this gross and lovesick! She's got you reading those old muggle books for Merlin's sake!"

"I like to read," George spoke, lying straight through his teeth, "I'm a big reader."

"Yeah? And I think hours long Transfiguration lectures are riveting," Fred let out a dry laugh, "Listen, even if I find the puppy-eyes you give her disgusting, it's obvious you're head over arse for her."

Even if George wanted to retaliate, it was true. He walked her to class, insisted on carrying her things for her. He even read Pride and Prejudice to understand a joke she made once. He was enamored with her in a way only dead old ladies like Emily Brontë could describe.

"Yeah, I know," George let out a sigh, "Trust me, I know."

"Don't tell me you're nervous." Fred chuckled, a smile spreading on his lips, "I may be the more attractive twin, but you've still got a nice face on you. Give it a shot, alright?"

George groaned, but as they pushed past the portrait of the fat lady, he couldn't help but feel that Fred was right. Not about being the most attractive, of course; he was right about giving it a shot. And so he planned.

Plan A seemed nearly impossible to screw up. It was simple, really; he'd catch up with her on the way to breakfast like he always did, and ask her to be his girlfriend. No pomp and circumstance, no fanfare, just a quick question and a sweet smile. When the time finally came the next morning, he was so confident in himself that his toes were barely touching the ground. He left the common room with a skip in his step, ready to meet with her near the stairs where they always did. His eyes met hers.

She was lovely. She'd done nothing different; her hair was how it always had been, her smile was the same. Yet, when George saw her, it took all his willpower not keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

"Ready for breakfast?" She asked, her voice like a serenade in his ears. His face reddened as he nodded, and he knew then that Plan A was impossible.

Plan B was much more exciting, yet, still simple. This time, he made sure that he'd have his words prepared for him so he didn't have to do any talking. Over the weekend, he'd picked up a rather nice copy of Wuthering Heights at the muggle book store in Hogsmeade. She'd been eyeing it for a while; he'd noticed her staring at it while telling him about another book. Along with the book, he wrote her a sweet (albeit grammatically poor and rather cheesy) note that ended with the question 'will you be my girlfriend?' He was going to slip it into the novel before he gave it to her. While walking from Charms to lunch, George couldn't quite contain his smile.

"Hey," he said as they exited the classroom, "I've got a surprise for you." "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Without any further teasing, George slipped the novel out from between his stack of books and handed it to her, a proud grin on his face.

"Merlin!" She exclaimed as she exchanged her things for the book, "George, this is wonderful! I've been wanting to get this copy."

"I know," George spoke, trying not to look too adoring of her as he took her books into his hands, "Flip through, it might have an introduction or something." With a smile, she did as told, thumbing through the pages eagerly. George craned his neck, trying to see if she'd found the note nestled within the pages.

"Find anything good?" He sounded almost smug.

"Yeah," she said excitedly. Looking to George, the smile on her lips only spread wider. This was it. She was smiling, she was happy, she was going to say--

"There's a biographical notice of Ellis and Acton Bell in the front." Her gaze moved back to the book, "I told you about that, right? How the Brontes wrote under male pseudonyms? Well, Emily used Ellis. It looks quite interesting."

"Oh, yeah," George's face fell a bit, but he tried to hide it, "Is there, uh, anything else?"

"There's an editors note, too." She shrugged, but grinned at him, "Thanks, George, this is really incredible."

His mouth opened, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he froze. He'd woken up so excited that when he left his dorm, he'd snatched the book off his desk and ran down to the Great Hall. He'd never put the note in — it was still on his desk.

"No problem," he responded, a bit stunted, as he tried to swallow the frustration he felt with himself, "No problem at all."

Plan C had to work — it had to. The second he returned to his dorm later that afternoon, he threw the note in the trash and got right to work. If there was one thing George knew how to do, it was to go big. He could write out a sign in the sky using fireworks, or maybe hang a banner over the astronomy tower. Maybe a thousand flowers in her dorm would do. A giant cake that he pops out of could work.

As he collected his ideas, he couldn't help but feel that everything he thought of just wasn't right. He went through Plan C, Plan D, Plan E. Eventually, he had to start numbering his plans. As the sun dropped lower outside the castle, a huff left George's lips, catching the attention of Fred, who was laying against his bed, playing with some sort of puzzle contraption.

"What's got your knickers bunched?" Fred chuckled, sitting up to look at his brother.

"Every plan I try doesn't work," George shook his head, "I've been trying to ask her to be my girlfriend for days now."

"Fireworks?" Was Fred's immediate reaction.

"Thought about it. Not sure how much she'd like it." George shrugged in response.

"Oh, come on, everyone likes a bit of dramatics sometimes." Fred moved, sliding his legs off the bed to sit down on the edge.

"Yeah, I know, but this just feels different." George's nose scrunched, "I want to do something personal, y'know?" "Fireworks spelling out her name is personal." A smile crept onto Fred's lips.

"That's not what I mean." George slumped against his desk chair, letting out a dramatic groan. At that, Fred relented with a sigh.

"Did you ever try just asking her?" He asked, cocking his head.

"That was Plan A." George let out a long breath.

"Well, maybe just retry Plan A," Fred suggested with a shrug, "And just don't screw up whatever you screwed up before."

"I didn't screw anything up." George stuck his tongue out at his brother.

"Whatever you say." Fred grinned, and with that, he returned his attention to the contraption in his hands.

Retry Plan A. The thought stuck in George's head as he looked down at his desk. He had given up on it fairly quickly. She made him nervous — sure, he could flirt with her, but when it came to fessing up his actual feelings, he was at a loss. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought it over. Looking out the window, the near absence of the sun reminded him that it was time for dinner. She would be at dinner.

Without even a goodbye from Fred, George shot up, scrambling from the dorm, through the common room, and down the stairs. He hastily tried to fix his rushed appearance: he redid a few of the buttons on his shirt and combed his fingers through his hair (the mess was untamable). When he finally made it to the Great Hall, he was nearly out of breath. His eyes scanned the tables for her, and when he finally found her (laughing her head off about something with a boy that George was easily ten times more attractive than, in his opinion), he set off. His steps were heavy and confident, and when he reached her, he sat down right next to her, not even bothering to introduce his presence.

"Oh, hey!" Her eyes immediately lit up at the sight of him, "I was wondering where you've been."

"I'm right here." He grinned at her. Once more, his lips parted, ready to ask her the question. Will you be my girlfriend? Would you mind being my girlfriend? Please, my Queen, I will beg on my hands and knees for you to even consider being my—

"This is my boyfriend, George, the one I was talking about." She smiled kindly at the boy across from her, gesturing to the redhead next to her.

Boyfriend.

George's brain nearly short circuited at the word, his eyes going wide and lips curling into the largest grin anyone had ever seen.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated the word as though he'd just imagined it.

"Oh!" Her face twisted in horror, "I'm sorry, I guess I never really asked. It was an assumption, I guess." Before she could continue her apologies, George grabbed her by the shoulders, trying not to squeeze her to death.

"I have been trying to ask you to ask you to be my girlfriend for a week," He said, the smile never leaving his lips, "I tried to ask you in the morning, but you were too pretty, and then the book I gave you, I wrote this note that I was going to put in it but forgot—” The words rushed from his lips in quick succession, his cheeks rosy enough to match his hair.

"So," She cut him off, a small giggle leaving her lips, "You want to be my boyfriend?"

"For Merlin's sake, yes, yes I do!" He couldn't help the excited laugh that escaped him.

"Could I have my notes back now?" A voice spoke up, causing George to whip his head to its source.

"Oh, sorry Theo." She chuckled as she slid the boy his book, and he nodded, giving a quick wave as he stood and left.

"Well he's grumpy," George mused, turning back to her with the same smile he'd been wearing.

"Oh, that's just Theo." She shrugged, "He's always like that."

"Well, enough about him, we haven't talked about me nearly enough." George's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"I feel like we talk about you far too much." She laughed back.

"Ah, but being your boyfriend obligates you to talk only about me for about ninety-eight percent of your time," he beamed.

"Does that mean I reserve ninety-eight percent of your thoughts, being your girlfriend and all?" She tilted her head.

"You reserve a lot more than ninety-eight percent of my thoughts, darling," he chuckled. When each of their laughter subsided, they stared at each other for a moment, content but unsure. Tentatively, George reached forward, his hand gently making contact with her cheek.

"So," his voice was a low whisper, "Since I'm your boyfriend, can I kiss you?" An even brighter smile lit up on her face, and she let out another small laugh.

"That can be arranged." She grinned. When George leaned in, so did she, and their lips met in gentle kiss. It was light and sweet, yet the undertone of excitement lingered as they pressed against each other. When they separated, a bit breathless, they gazed at each other a moment more. It was a tender stare that held something strong. Maybe it wasn't love just yet, but it was close. After all, he was seeing her, and she was seeing him.

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hope you guys liked the last part!! i’ll probably be doing some more george soon bc he’s 🤭🤭🤭 but besides that i’m working on an enemies to friends to lovers remus fic with a bit of angst and such. also i’m DEF making some sirius stuff soon bc he’s my number 1 🤭🤭

oh and btdubz, i’m gonna make a google thingy for my tag list. everyone who’s currently on it, you’ll still be there, but you can specify what type of content you’d like to read from me. okay, toodles!!

[forthetwins]

Hello! I saw your requests opening and before I state my requests, I just want to say that I throughly enjoy your writings. They make me happy most of the time, you write so well. Thank you for taking the time to write such cute little stories or headcanons. 🫶

Otherwise, I was wondering if you would be able to write Fred and George as little blurbs or headcanons if we wanted to try the pocky game with them! I think it would a cute idea to see how each of them reacts. :)

playing pocky with fred and george weasley.

fred weasley.

the evening sun cast a warm glow over the hogwarts grounds as you and fred weasley found a secluded spot by the lake.

the water reflected the orange and pink hues of the sky, creating a serene backdrop for your date. you had brought a book to read, but fred had other plans.

"hey," he said, pulling out a box of pocky sticks from his pocket with a mischievous grin. "fancy a game?"

you raised an eyebrow, curious. "pocky?"

"come on," he coaxed, "it'll be fun. besides, i promise not to cheat...much."

you couldn't help but laugh, nodding in agreement, but warning him not to cheat.

fred's grin widened as he pulled out a pocky stick and placed one end in his mouth, leaning forward. you mirrored his action, placing the other end between your lips. the game began, both of you nibbling slowly towards the center.

your heart raced as the gap between you narrowed. fred's eyes never left yours, filled with playful intensity. just as you were about to meet in the middle, he used his height to his advantage, tilting his head back slightly, making you stretch to reach him.

"fred," you mumbled around the pocky stick, trying to keep a straight face.

he chuckled, the sound vibrating through the thin biscuit between you. "say you love me," he teased, his voice a playful whisper.

"fred," you repeated, your voice slightly more stern, but a smile tugged at your lips.

"say it," he insisted, the pocky stick breaking slightly from his laughter.

"i love you, you big idiot," you finally relented, leaning forward to close the gap.

fred's eyes softened as he leaned down, finally closing the distance. the pocky stick snapped between you, and he captured your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. when you pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his head on top of yours.

you sighed, leaning into his embrace. "you always have to win, don't you?"

"only because i love you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "and because you're the best prize i could ever ask for."

george weasley.

the owlery at hogwarts was quiet and dimly lit, the soft hoots of owls echoing in the rafters above. you and george weasley found a secluded spot among the perches and nests, the air filled with the comforting scent of hay and feathers.

george, ever the prankster, pulled out a box of pocky sticks with a mischievous grin. "how about a game?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"sure thing," you agree, already anticipating his playful challenge.

he handed you a pocky stick and took one for himself, placing one end in his mouth. you mirrored his action, taking the other end between your lips.

the game commenced, both of you nibbling delicately towards the center, eyes locked in a playful duel.

as the distance closed, george paused, his gaze filled with eagerness. "kiss me," he mumbled around the pocky stick.

you grinned, continuing to nibble closer. "maybe if you're lucky," you teased, your voice carrying a hint of challenge.

with a final nibble, you reached the center first, the pocky stick snapping as you leaned forward to capture george's lips in a victorious kiss. he laughed against your lips, his hands coming up to cradle your face gently.

"well played," he murmured, his nose brushing with yours affectionately.

you chuckled, feeling the warmth of his affection enveloping you. "better luck next time," you teased playfully, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

george let's out a laugh, leaning back against a stack of crates and pulling you close beside him. "oh, i'm just getting started."

[themoonandthedogstar]

GOF!Harry who starts sleeping with Fred to piss Ron off and slowly catches feelings

Fred who agrees to it because he’s been into Harry for a while and thinks that if they sleep tgth he’ll get over it and move on with his life

Neither of them realising the feelings are reciprocated until after either the 2nd or 3rd task

[stashandtell]

Nobody Asked For This: My Rankings of the Hermione x Weasley Ships with REASONS

I drafted this weeks ago and had set it aside with no clear plan to publish it. Then, after a stroke of 2 AM genius this morning, I wrote a piece called Ranking the Weasleys, (to be posted on 19 Sept 2024 in honor of Hermione's birthday) and it seemed like a great time to finalize this post and share it. Feel free to tell me your rankings in the comments, be it your list of the fittest Weasley as you find them or your ranked-list of pairings with Weasleys, whatever you fancy to share. Enjoy! - - - - I made a loooong post with recs for each of my top Hermione/Weasley ships that you can check out here. Read Ranking the Weasleys or see the related post where I talk about writing Ranking the Weasleys and I share just a few initial thoughts on the fetishization of war wounds in the fandom here. - - - - I've recently dove into the world of Hermione x Any-Of-The-Weasley-Brothers pairings, which is what happens when you're burnt out on the regular ships you read and looking for something more. Personally, I'm surprised I gravitate towards so many Hermione-focused pairings, especially het pairings, but that's just what I've been into lately. I hadn't considered pairings with her and any of the Weasleys until someone recommended Charmione fics in a thread for Theomione. Once I dug into the fandom's characterizations of the Weasley brood and had a better sense of who each of them were on their own, I found I really like many of these ships, some more than others. The rankings of my top-three rotate pretty regularly depending on the last great fic I've devoured. This is a snapshot of where things stand today but it could move around. Before we dive in, I've preview my rankings and the major themes of the pairings in the most popular fics shipping Hermione with a Weasley. 1. Bill: Wolf-ish Daddy 2. Fred: Uplifting, Fun, and Romantic 3. Charlie: Sexy and Rugged 4. George: Growing Through Grief 5. Percy: Acceptance of Self, Also Rules Daddy 6. Ginny: A Firecracker and a Friend 7. Ron: Angsty Best Friends-to-Lovers 8. Gideon or Fabian: Time Travel AU or Ghost Lover(s) 9. Arthur or Molly: I haven't read these ships so they're going in the bottom of the list. I'm not opposed to reading these pairings but there's already such a trove with all the brothers in my tbr list that I'm not sure I'll ever dive in. 10. Weasley Progeny: I haven't read any of these ships. I have not read many pairings that include anyone dating their friends' kid in the next generation. (Though I have read a small number of fics pairing characters like Hermione or Ginny with older characters like Kingsley or Sirius...shoutout to the older/younger Nottcissa ship.) 11. Aunt Murial: Technically she's a Prewett but I think I would be into a Murmione ship if we got there. So far nothing comes up on AO3. - - - - 1. Billmione: What I love about a Hermione x Bill dynamic is his position as oldest-sibling and caretaker. If the author has resolved the relationship with Fleur as one that has ended in divorce or death, that extra element of emotional tenderness really can push the story to complex depths. I also find it interesting to see how writers engage with Bill's hybrid/half-werewolf affliction. I'm hard-pressed to really fall in love with any Billmione fic where their relationship starts pre-Battle of Hogwarts, though I do get it. I personally enjoy stories that can be canon compliant so I want to see how the Fleur issue is handled. I also find that with such a significant age-gap for that developmental stage of teenager-dom, (not like Fleur was THAT much older than Hermione but still...), it's incredibly rewarding to see an older Hermione that brings some kind of life experience to the relationship so she can be more equal with Bill.

In some of the fics, especially a few of the multi-Weasley, reverse-harem style pieces I've finally started reading, Bill's older-brother position and wolfy streak create the core dynamic of the group.

I'm not the biggest fan of the multi-Weasley pairings with Hermione but what I loved most in the standout fics are the group dynamics and individual roles that come out. Hermione can be incredibly stubborn and independent on her own and it's always interesting when she's in opposition to Bill to see how the others in their relationship choose sides.

- - - - 2. Fremione: On it's face, I don't even know if I like this ship all that much but I keep finding myself suckered in. I suspect a big part of it is that it hits me in the sentimental feels. My inner-teen just loves a Hermione x Fred story that traces their young love to whatever conclusion the author brings it to. Even if they get together when they're older and Fred lives through the final battle, they both usually end up with a friends-to-lovers scenario that's full of light sweetness and sometimes romance.

There are some truly fantastic works in this ship and I go 50/50 on whether I prefer ones where Fred lives or not. Depends on my mood and the tone of the story I suppose. There are very few stories in this pairing that I haven't enjoyed and the element of pranking really can make shorter fics fun.

I REALLY enjoy past Hermione/Fred relationships being included in fics where she looks back on their love fondly while she navigates new relationships, sometimes with one of his brothers. Fred is often portrayed as a goof, which seems to encourage authors to consistently write a more engaging and dynamic version of Hermione instead of following some of the fanon's (beloved by me as well) personality tropes/traps of her being insecure, slow-to-assert-herself, angry-broken-or-both and etc. His character brings out some of her best qualities consistently across fics, imo.

- - - - 3. Charmione: I quickly realized when I started reading Charmione fanfics that I do not give a shit about dragons but deeply wish I did. It's a cool plot device and part of the world to hang out with but it's not for me. Tons of appreciation for writers who have thoughtful plot lines and research interesting medical maladies-- but it's hard to hold my interest. (A million kudos when a dragon-centered fic does though!) The Reserve is usually full of original characters, which is fine, but I find myself less invested in the story if we don't know much about these OCs to build out that world.

I often find in the dragon-reserve heavy pieces that I was getting part-way through were objectively GOOD multi-chapters but I kept stalling out in favor of reading something else. Usually whenever there's a Hermione that ends up at the dragon Reserve, she's characterized by her unyielding passions for creatures' rights, spurred on by house elf and werewolf activism. Those are interesting characterizations for her but they just don't keep my attention. That said, I have yet, to date DNF'd any Charmione work so clearly it's not a huge imposition. That said, Charmione is in the top third because there's so much that can be done with this character. I've read a number of fics where Charlie is ace (asexual, demisexual, etc.); where's he's inexperienced because he's married to his job; where he's "too free-spirited" and very experienced; where he's enthusiastically bisexual; where he's not interested in marriage; where he's pining over Tonks; and so much more. His sporadic attendance at family holidays and the ability for Hermione or others to visit him on the Reserve lends to great plot opportunities.

- - - - 4. Geormione: I haven't been around long enough to fully understand why Fremione is a more popular ship than Geormione, but here are some observations: - Fred is portrayed in the fandom as the more loveable, airy goof while George tends to be painted as the more serious and quiet of the two - Generally, in the canon, Fred speaks more than George, from what I've been seeing, as I notate up my secondhand copies of the books - Fred's death or, depending on the fic, brush-with-death, is ripe for the reimagining of his relationships and personality - According to internet gossip, Hermione with Fred were considered for pairing in the canon originally but it didn't suit the overall plans for the series. Source for this can not be verified but it's come up in multiple places. I believe this contributes to the numbers: Fremione has 2182 works and Geormione has 548 works on AO3, as I draft this. All that said, George is usually characterized as the quieter and possibly more serious twin. He might be more shy than the outgoing Fred. Post-war, he often mourns the loss of his twin brother, his best friend, and his sense of himself as part of the pair which can, frankly, be kind of a drag if a writer is looking for a pairing to write a hot romance about. (Not that people can't be sexy or have healthy sexual relationships while grieving!) However, when works take the journey to establish Hermione and George, it's often incredibly rewarding. It tends to feel like Fremione with the temperature turned down on the lightness and has the ability to go deeper into any darkness that needs to be explored. I do love a Geormione but there are statistically fewer works out there than some of the other pairings, thus it's earned it's spot mid-tier. - - - - 5. Permione: There's not much to say because there aren't that many longer fics with this pairing written and most times it's tied to a Hermione x Multi-Weasley scenario. This gets the 5th and some days I would rank it higher because there are worlds in which this is the actual correct pairing of all of the brothers, based on what we can surmise from the canon.

A swotty, uptight prefect-turned-Ministry drone with a regretful heart of gold, Percy's guilt over abandoning his family and Fred dying before him is well-matched for how many writers imagine Hermione's coping with the aftermath of the war. Hermione would have known him during some prime formative years and knows he'll date muggle-born or half-blood witches, a la Penelope Clearwater. It's easy to dismiss Percy as being "not fanciable" if you don't read this ship but some of the writers out there make a compelling case for him, particularly when they make a logical transition from his personal fastidiousness to him seeking to play with control and BDSM elements in his private affairs. I love a good Permione piece. He's often positioned as the conservative punching bag of the family and it's a thing of art when a writer makes us root hard for him.

- - - - 6. Herminny: I haven't much of anything in this pairing yet. Truthfully, I've been holding off on it because I'm sure I'll do a deep dive once I start. It shouldn't come as a surprise that I've read almost no Harmony works either. I love a F/F fic but tend to read in waves and I've been working my way through the Weasley brothers pairings (when I'm not refreshing for Nevmione and Theomione works.) If you have any excellent recs for Herminny or other pairings name, please drop me a line! The reason Herminny is above Romione is because I love many of the fanon characterizations of Ginny in all the other fics I've read, especially when she's mischievous, cheeky, in tune with her sexuality, and ready to take on her own adventures in the world. The ones I have read where she and Hermione have been together were lovely but most were very short fics in collections. - - - - 7. Romione: I read A LOT of Hermione-centered works and authors very often find a need to resolve the young romance with Ron or use him and their relationship as a catalyst that propels our heroine down a path into the arms of another man. I can honestly say that I have read ZERO Romione endgame fics to date, and that includes one shots AND drabbles (~100k words or less.) WILD, right?

I really enjoy angst and Ron is one of the punching bags most often leaned on by writers. One of these days, I'm going to go on a Romione bender as an offering of penance to his character for all of the times I rooted against him in every other fic.

- - - - 8. Lowest Tier: I have never read a Hermione x Molly nor an Hermione x Arthur fic, and while I'm not fundamentally opposed, I'd be flabbergasted to find either pairing beating Romione. I'd much sooner read an Arthur/Molly fic than one that ships either with Hermione because that's just where I'm at right now. I'm happy reading works that aren't smutty in any way but damn if some smut doesn't help along a work that really isn't capturing my interest. While I love when I see versions of Arthur and Molly who are loving friends and/or parental figures to Hermione, the angst-lover in me doesn't mind a solid bashing of either of them and it's hard to get that out of my head. As for the other possible pairs with Hermione and Gideon, Fabian, Murial, or the children of the other Weasleys, I'm just not well-read enough in any of those pairings to have an opinion. I literally only started reading Marauders-era works two weeks ago (and really ONLY well-known Wolfstar fics so far.) A Note About Fleur: One character who's excluded from this list is Fleur Weasley nee' Delacour. I've only read triad- or multi-Weasley fics that put Hermione with her and Bill. While I do love a Bill/Fleur/Hermione work, it seemed disingenuous to rank Fleurmione against the others with what little I've read. That and I'm so clearly jazzed about a Billmione where Bill's free-and-clear to be with whoever, that my ranking of Fleurmione would be heavily biased.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Safe This Night

George/Fred/Bill Weasley x WerewolfStudent!Reader

You just wanted to go to school, and live your life. It’s not your fault. It was NEVER your fault, and your favorite Weasley’s knows it. The magpie, and wolf, to your scared dog

Commissions open

Can be read romantic or platonic

Warnings: Werewolfphobia, threats of violence, ableism, emotional distress, Metaphors, Karens. Just, Karens being Karens. Thats a warning in itself honestly -_- Wa Waaaaa

“MR. WEASLEY-! HELP-!” You panted, as you slammed his shop doors open. Nearly sent him flying backwards, as he was just trying to close up for the night. Your robes were in disarray, as you were a mess. Hair all over the place, clothes tattered, and the stench of magic on you. You were attacked, and you were scared.

“Love, what’s the matter-?!” George was quick to ask, as you ran behind him. In the distance, he saw someone storming towards the shop. He didn’t hesitate. “Upstairs, now-!” He ordered, and you listened. You ran up the stairs, as fast as your aching feet would allow. You were so scared, and you swore you would die. You didn’t know how many floors you ran up, you just knew you didn’t stop until you tripped. You sniffled, as you grabbed to the railing, looking down below.

“I know I saw that thing run in here.” The woman scorned, as she nearly pushed Mr. Weasley against his own stair case. “Excuse me, I don’t know what you are talking about.” He would play dumb, but was quick to grab his own wand. As to avoid getting in harms way for himself. He’s dealt with one angry pink bitch before, he’s ready to face another one.

“You damn well know what I’m talking about, you clown-“ She warned, as she poked at his chest. “Did you not hear me? Oh of course not. I-KNOW-YOU-SAW-THAT-THING-!” She would shout, and slowly no less, making his working ear ring. He knew he was an overwhelming man, but this woman was another case entirely. He swore his PTSD from Umbridge was kicking in. He could see the wall of cat plates all over again.

“Need me to drop in?” A wavering voice would ask, as you sniffled into your sleeve. “Please. I don’t want this to be my fault.” You hiccuped, as you could feel freezing arms around you. “Oh don’t be like that-!” The voice laughs. “Our shop is for everyone. We even got Lupins Lunar Chocolate for the lot of you-!” He laughed, before you felt the presence leave. A whisper of blues wavering through the ever colorful shop.

“Lady, who are you even?!” George managed to snap. Hard to knock him off his composure, but he saw a student in distress. No babies are getting hurt on his watch. “My name is Renka, and I am part of a task force to get those horrible werewolves out of here!” She would proudly boast, as George would raise a brow. “Huh?” He blinked, as she scoffed. “You gotta be kidding me-“ The voice would whisper, before vanishing through the wall of the shop. Leading to Gringotts.

“I-SAID-!” She began to shout, as he quickly covered his working ear. “I HEARD YOU, YOU TWAT-!” He snapped, as he shook his head. “Why the hell would there be a task force to hunt down werewolves? What are we? Muggles from the eighteen hundreds?!” He scoffed, as that had you giggle. Luckily you were safe away enough to not be heard. Even in distress, he knew how to get a laugh.

“Because those THINGS shouldn’t be around-!” She would lecture, as he would rub his temples. “Ma’am, we aren’t in the eighteen hundreds anymore.” He sighed, as he would summon one of the chocolate bars over. Decorated with a familiar werewolf, cuddling with a black dog. Smiling, under a full moon. Soft blues, with a constelation to keep that lonely moon company.

“My uncle, and eldest brother, helped me and my twin make these. These are Lupins Lunar Chocolate Bars. These are made with wolfsbane, so that it’s easier to digest. ESPECIALLY for kids.” He calmly explained, as he flipped it over. Showing the ingredient lists. “Werewolf approved.” He proudly said, as Renka looked utterly horrified. As if you slapped her and called her a mud blood.

“You HELP those things-?” She whispered, as heavy footsteps would soon be behind her. “Things-?” A voice spoke, as she looked up. Eyes meeting a pair of mismatched browns, with a face that was shredded. Teeth exposed, hairline cut, and eye most certainly fake. A pale complexion, to accent the freckles of amber stars. William Weasley. Gringotts Favorite Curse Breaker.

She would soon stumble away, holding her wand up properly. Her back against a shelf, as Bill would walk over to George. He ruffled his younger brothers hair, making him stick his tongue out. “Free of charge, for ya-!” George playfully said, as his eldest sibling took the bar. Happily eating it.

“How could you help those things?” She whispered, with in pure horror and shock. “Because we aren’t Umbridge’s, like you-!” A voice shouted, before a blue face would poke out of her stomach. A mimic of George, if he had a pair of ears. Transparent, and whimsical in the many shades of blue. He would blow a raspberry, and it sent her running out of the shop. Screaming bloody murder, and leaving those twins to cackle like the mad men they were.

“Lame. Didn’t even get to pull out the big guns.” The Ghost whined, before zipping himself through the air. Back to where you were. He would pat your head, with a ghostly hand. “Don’t worry. Umbridge’s ugly sister is gone.” He playfully said, as you wiped your eyes. Still horribly startled. You were chased across diagon alley. That’s scary. They could understand, having witnessed such to the likes of Remus and William.

“Come on, let’s get you some chocolate. A wise old man said this once. Eat some Chocolate, you’ll feel better.” Fred proudly said, as he would guide you down the stairs. He couldn’t really hold your hand, but the gesture helped you regardless. Grounding you back to earth, from his cold gesture. The deathly cold helped you pull from your anxiety filled thoughts.

“Oh come here, love.” George offered his arms, and you ran into him. He held you close, as he worked on pulling the sticks from your hair. Making sure you were cared for, as Fred would hover over to their eldest brother. Sitting cross legged, in the air, as William ate. Left to talk to each other, as George would make sure you were cared for. His Big Brother Instincts were kicking in, after all.

“Thanks for snagging me out of the bank-“ William began, as George would help tidy you up. Making sure you had some sugar to help you feel better. Some spare Lunar Bars for the trip home, and just pampering you. Helping you come back to earth, and hushing you. Reminding you that you did nothing wrong, and you were no monster. She was the monster. Not you. You simply existed. She chose to act like that.

“The goblins there will make sure she has a hard time. That’s all I’m saying. They won’t stand for Werewolfphobia like that.” Bill said, proudly. Those Goblins treated him like family, after all. If someone hated him, then they’ll hate you right back. Just a bunch of old men, and their wild child. Nothing like what people assume. Thinking they are greedy gremlins. Bill will fight anyone who says that.

“Thank you, guys.” You sniffled, as Fred floated himself over. Letting his cold fingers run through your hair, and making it play around you. That had you giggle, as he stuck his ghostly tongue out. “We got ya, kiddo. Don’t sweat it.” He said, as George would make sure your scrapes were taken care of. All cleaned up, and patched. No need to join Fred now do you?

“If she ever starts her bullshit again, just ring us up.” Bill offered, as Fred keeps playing with your hair. To keep you smiling, and comforting you. “We won’t stand for this. So long as you are in Diagon Alley, you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.” George offered, as you nodded. Diagon Alley. Got it. You made sure to remember that. Hogwarts, Three Broomsticks, Gringotts, Shrieking Shack, and Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Got it.

“You want Bill to walk you home?” George offered, as you nodded. “No sweat.” Bill smiled. Well….tried to, anyway. Hard when half your face is missing. You could see I, as you would take your little gift basket of treats. A bundle of goods to remind you the world isn’t cruel. That nice people exist, and that not everyone viewed the world like she did. She’s just a bad apple in that pie of life.

You would soon have a leather arm around you, as the twins sent you off. You held your basket close, as Bill would walk you off to the fire places for the students to use to reach diagon alley. You would distract yourself, during the walk, with looking in the basket. While Bill made sure to look around, as the white streets were closed up. Left to the quiet snowfall.

Lupins Lunar Chocolate Bars, some Fizzy Sodas, Glow In The Dark Gum, Candy In A Can, he just made sure you had some fun and enjoyable candy. Feel good candy, and medicated candy for your full moon moments. They cared about Hogwarts students. They cared about you. With all their freckled heart. You had a family holding your hand. Through it all.

“Thank you. Thank you all-“ You gave Bill a tight hug, and he returned the gesture. Showing that werewolf strength, and able to return the tight gesture. With no issues at all. “No one gets left behind. No way in hell.” Bill comforted, as he ruffled your hair again. “Think nothing of it.” He would add, as you took a deep breath. Letting the snowy air calm your soul.

With a smile, you would step into the fire place. With a hand full of that green powder, you were able to smile. You had people to support you, and understand your struggle. You have people that love you, and that’s all that matters. With a wave goodbye from William, you could say it pride. “Hogwarts-!” And you were gone. Returning home, with some treats for your friends. Along with some free bars for your friends who were just like you. No one left behind. Just as a Weasley would say.

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

Every now and then ill be looking for a George fic to read and i'll stumble across something for Fred instead because theres a great deal more content for Fred than George and the description will sound like an interesting concept and im so starved for fics that i'll try reading it and I genuinely cant read it

I'm sorry to all the Fred girlies out there i know you love your man but it feels like im cheating on my boy and i just cant do it

like thats my husband and thats his brother and i physically cant

[croizsante]

MY STAR, MOON AND GALAXY

[A so called love note]

The whispers in silence rose with the love in the heart, they had so much to say yet none came out but came the whispers in love. Clock passed the time, the sky passed the views, yet the love didn't pass through.

Figure laying in green grass, leaves tangled with her hair, dandelions in hand, the far wide sky with floating clouds changing the shape with the shade of blue, a male beside in warmth. Her hands tangled in his, a kiss on cheeks for a naive love.

She never knew how he

Could grow the rose inside of her.

A peek in her from him would bloom

roses, of different emotions.

Skin to skin touches would grow

the rosy leaves of the rose.

Naive kisses on lips would be

enough to explode daisies

from her mouth.

Turning her into glorifying

garden of love.

His presence was

enough to bloom

The garden is dry.

He was the golden rays of sunshine, dressed well in modernized amour. His touches on dry would leave it graceful and creamed in his scent. A garden for the nobles to visit the love, he was an art painted in royal red and a human is blue.

Light was dark until he came in.

HE WAS THE GALAXY AND

ETHEREAL , ETERNAL SOUL

He had stars behind each eyelids

Had a galaxy in his soul, attracted

People to his endless heart and kindness, like a black hole. Made of Wishes from shooting stars, the skies of love, care, dark and blue. Vast universe seems to be small to put him in words. Shooting stars of the skies made him full of love, weren't beautiful scenarios enchanting enough to describe him?

He was vast to explore, vast to love. He wasn't enough to be explored in one life.

Every life would be small to love him, in words he was apotheosize, in the world he was the universe and to her, he was just someone she would love wide. Stars, moon, yet he was the magical art someone created. Lucelence, caelum, seraphic, leal words wouldn't be vast enough to describe him.

A glance in the skies which held him gently, calmly even with him. Even the skies of pink, purple, dark and blue feel the sensation for him. Careful mind, careless heart in the skies with the floating heart. Delicate Galaxy in him, for her to adore, even within her garden of stars and moons, he had the shine of apotheosize.

His emotional lips, careless heart, messy hair, pair of eyes in love. He was the universe involved with grace, and love.

If he was the moon I would pull a spaceship and land on him, just to be with him and love him. He was an imperfect yet perfect soul to love, he was pure, beautiful and tidy.The moon sings every night,pulls the ocean's tides to shore, his heart belongs to every star,screams dance upon his lips.Between dawn and dusk he was made of miracles and she can run all she wants but in the light of the moon, she still melts for him.

[spaceyaceface]

call me Ace or Basil | she/her | 22

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masterlists: 

Hogwarts Legacy 

Harry Potter

Stranger Things

Jedi: Fallen Order

Marvel

guidelines:

-requests are closed at the moment, but will likely open in a couple of weeks.

- current characters I write for: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow (this list is kept updated)

- I do not write smut/nsfw content 

- while I am open to requests, I hold the right to chose if I want to do them. please do not be offended if I don’t fulfill your request--I find it difficult to write things I don’t feel extremely passionate/excited about, and would rather not do a request than to do it poorly. 

[spacerosesss]

On Edge

What happens when your boyfriend wants to try orgasm denial on you?

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You chuckle as you’re carried by your boyfriend, Fred Weasleys, dorm bridal style. You guys just finished pranking some helpless 3rd years and were now going to probably watch a movie in his dorm. Your guys casually date night by using a spell to make a movie show on the ceiling and making quick witty jokes at the film. 

Fred pushed the door open with his foot and walked to his bed. He placed you down gently and walked back over to the door to close it before locking it. You sat up on your elbows and smiled. Fred usually never locks the door unless some things were going to happen. 

“Hey babe,” he walked over to you swiftly and sat next to you. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” You sit up fully and look at him. He didn't look scared but there was also some weird tension in the room that you know you could both feel. 

“I wanted to ask you something and you can totally one hundred percent say no….but I did want to talk to you about it.” He smiled over at you 

  “Go ahead. Honestly, you know i’m pretty much up for anything you wanna try out!” 

“Well, I wanted to try out some….” He whispered the last bit and you genuinely couldn’t hear him. 

“What was that?” You put a hand on his arm and give him a tiny smile to reassure him. “Babe, don't worry! I’ll never judge you for wanting to try something.” 

He nodded and took a deep breath in to cover his worries. “I wanted to try some orgasm denial on you…. If it’s ok with you of course!” He adds quickly. 

You stop for a moment, slightly amazed. You’ve kinda wanted to try this out too but thought that Fred might find it odd. “Um.. absolutely!! I’ve wanted to ask you to try this with me forever!!” You stand up in front of him in excitement. “Omg, babe!!”

Fred laughs slightly and stands up beside you. You move a piece of stray hair and Fred plants a kiss on your lips. You smile into the kiss and place your hands on either side of his face, deepening it. 

“Fuck, darling. You’re gonna make me act up already.” He pushed you onto his bed and crawled on top of you.

He pushed his body onto yours as he started another kiss. He brought his knee up and nudged it in between your thighs. You let a moan out into Fred's kiss and he took it as an opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.  He took the entire chance to go around and explore every, already explored, crevice of your mouth. He was acting like he was hungry and you were the only thing that was going to make him satisfied. 

After a couple of minutes, he broke the kiss and looked down into your eyes. 

“You ready?” He asked as he slid his shirt off and threw it to god knows where. 

You smile, nod and start to unbutton your shirt. Fred sits on the bed and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. He loves watching you get dressed; he loved watching you get undressed even more though. 

You slide your shirt down your arms and throw it to the same god-forbidden place Freds ended up in. Fred hooked his fingers in your shorts and slid them down very slowly.  

“Fred…..” you whined as you shifted your hips around the bed slowly. 

  “Yes, darling?” He looked up from your legs and into your eyes, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter to the moon and back. 

“Stop being such a teaseeeee!” you whine as you try to push your shorts down before he stops you. 

“Well dear, I love making you beg so I’ll think about it.” He pushed your shorts down and threw them over his shoulder. He looked up and raised an eyebrow at you while you put your hands over your face. “Wow y/n, no underwear tonight?” 

“I don’t know!! I just had a feeling!!” You kept your face hidden as you replied.

“Ugh, you’re just so good for me; huh? You’re my good little girl, right?” 

He stood up and walked over to the side of the bed, right beside your face. He grabbed your hands and smiled as you peered at him with embarrassment in your voice. 

“Yeah…. I try to be good for you Fred,” you smile at him as you pull him onto the bed. He sits between your legs and you place your hands between your thighs, blocking his view from anything he wants to see. 

“Alright darling, if you move your hands…. I'll make you cum just a little bit faster than before.” he gives you his iconic goofy smile and places his hand out for you to put yours in. 

You rip your hands from your thighs and place them into his. He leans down and kisses your hands while smiling. 

“Alright, how about we get things going!” He spreads your legs a bit and starts to trail some kisses up your thighs. You let out a small whimper before it turns into a gasp when he pushes his middle and ring finger into you. 

“Fuck! Fuck Fred!” you grasp the sheets and let out a few small moans. 

He chuckles and goes faster, in and out of you. You moan more and more as he goes quick and then slow, quick then slow, quick and slow. This same pattern repeats for what seems like hours. You would get extremely close and then you would lose your high. Your high would come back and then it would leave again. This was honestly like torture. 

“Fred! Baby, please let me cum! Please!!!” You feel his fingers quicken. The knot in your stomach was tightening. You could feel yourself about to cum when all of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you. 

He gives you an evil smirk before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them as he stares directly into your eyes. “Well, where would the fun be if I let you cum this quick!” He exclaims. 

Fred pushes his pants down and kicks out of them. “Are you ok?” he asks you quickly, making sure you weren't hurt or anything. You nod, confirming you're fine before spreading your legs more for him. 

He nods and then pushes himself into you. You gasp as you start to get adjusted to him. It doesn't take you long and soon enough you’re nodding at him to continue his pace. 

He starts slowly and then picks up his pace as time goes over. He’s leaning over you slightly and moaning your name under his breath. 

“Fuck, y/n, you’re so good to me baby,” he whispered lowly in your ear. 

You turn red and giggle as his pace picks up. You want him to go faster but honestly, you know if you asked, he would make you wait to cum till longer. 

“Fuck Fred…” you moan loudly when he grazes against the perfect spot. “Right there! Please Fred, I'm begging you!!” you start whimpering out and you grab onto his shoulders. “Fuck! Please!” You knew you were going to cum soon….. If Fred didn't just stop and was going at a very slow, snail thrust pace. 

“No way baby, I’m gonna enjoy this till you are screaming my name and sobbing for me to let you cum.” He leaned to your face and planted a small kiss on your nose. 

You let out a loud whine and wrapped your legs around his body, letting him hit the spot you need. The knot in your stomach is practically begging for you to let him let you cum. 

“Baby please…!” you start to whine more as you feel yourself getting closer but not close enough to finish. 

“Can my pretty darling keep it going for just a little bit longer?” He asked as he picked his pace back up quickly. 

You nod as you bite down onto your lip. “Fred… please!” 

“You’ve been doing so well for me darling, you can cum now…” he goes faster and doesn’t slow down. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge until you just release underneath him. 

“Fuck darling!” he moans out as he finishes only a couple of moments later. 

Honest to god, that was one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. He sits next to you and kisses you on the top of your head. “I love you,” he whispers in your ears. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He picks you up and starts to take you to the door when you smile 

“I love you too”

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

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Winning The Bet

In which Fred decides to choose his prize for winning the bet, just not in the way you expected

You Idiot!

In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan

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[thursdaygxrls]

Seeing It Out (‘Seeing Her’ Part Two)

summary — george weasley might (maybe) have a small crush. too bad she’s totally oblivious.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own harry potter property, i don’t own this gif, and i don’t edit because i’m lazy. also, argyle & dicken’s isn’t real, i made it up.

warnings — everyone is stupid. maybe ooc.

read part one here!

She noticed him staring at her in potions. Well, she never proved it was her he was looking at, but she had a suspicion. Every time she would look up to transcribe the notes or recipes Snape described, she could see a mass of tangerine hair fly forward just a few desks ahead of her. She didn’t think anything of it at first. Why would she? But then she noticed him staring at her out of the corner of her eye before class one day. That look alone made her realize two things:

1. The looks she thought she may have been receiving were no coincidence and

2. The one staring was George Weasley

“I’m scared. Seriously, he’s planning something,” she confided as she and her friend, Meredith, began to stroll from dinner to their dorm, “He’s been watching me for a few weeks now. Something is going on.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Meredith giggled.

“I’m serious! When the Weasley twins set their sights on you, you’re dead in the water,” she guffawed.

“Or…” Meredith trailed off with a smile.

“Or?” She turned to her with an inquisitive look.

“Perhaps you tickled his fancy.” Meredith shimmied her shoulders suggestively.

“I tickled who and what?” Her eyes widened as she felt a laugh bubble at the back of her throat.

“I’m saying that maybe he keeps staring because he fancies you,” Meredith explained.

“George Weasley?” Her eyes crinkled as her grin widened slightly, “You’re mad.”

“Not mad, intuitive,” Meredith tapped her head, “You’re cute! You’re smart! Everyone in this bloody school ought to be head over heals for you!” She shook her almost comedically.

“Alright!” She laughed, “I get it! I’m fabulous!”

“Good,” Meredith said with a large smile, “Now, think about talking to him.”

“We haven’t disposed of the ‘the twins are going to put fireworks in my pillowcase’ theory,” she shook her head.

“I’ve disposed of it. It’s gone.” Meredith pretended to throw something before wiping her hands together, “But seriously, talk to him if you’re interested, y’know? He’s not too bad on the eyes – and I doubt he’s all too evil.”

“I guess I’ll think about it,” she shrugged, “How’s Emma going?”

“It’s – shit, I left it in the Great Hall,” Meredith groaned, “Wait here for me, alright?”

“I’ll wait an eternity for you!” She called after the girl.

“Put those moves on someone else, would you?” Meredith winked before disappearing down the hall.

George Weasley. He was popular, maybe not as much as his twin brother, but he was one-half of the dynamic pranking duo. She’d seen them before; they watched people, and so did she. They always observed their prey before attacking — but their targets were never just innocent bystanders. She’d like to think she was innocent. She’d like to think a lot of things, though, and not all of them were true.

Meredith was taking a while. Was she right? Was he interested in her? The thought seemed silly, foreign. It was like a honey bee finding a hidden daisy in a room full of tulips. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was a nice thought. A flash of orange alerted her to the balcony in front of her. Funnily enough, standing at the edge, staring out to the floor below them, were the Weasley twins – and George was staring at her.

It was curious. This was the first time they’d ever connected eyes, yet it felt entirely natural. Maybe it was because she’d stared a thousand people in the eyes, or maybe this was different. She looked at him, and he looked at her, and for a moment, time was able to exist on a different plane entirely. God, was it cheesy. She’d read about this before; the lovers’ first meeting. Wait, lovers? They aren’t lovers, they don’t even know each other, besides – oh God. In a flash, something fell from George’s hand, flying down from the balcony and directly onto poor Professor Flitwick’s head. The thing burst ceremoniously and a powder fizzled around the man. He batted at himself in confusion as she looked on at him with horror. His hair was entirely green.

What the bloody hell was that?

She clutched her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray — the copy that had just been knocked from her hands — in her sweaty palms. Today had been going great, spectacular even. Her dreams had wiped any memory of possible crushes from her mind. She woke up early, found a matching pair of socks on her first try, and was ready to pick up a new book. Meredith had shoed her out of the dorms when she attempted to wake the girl; she preferred sleep over food. So, it was just her and Dorian who’d made it out to the stairs when she was pushed (nudged?) to the ground.

By George Weasley, of course.

She’d wondered if this was a part of his scheme for a moment. It would be the perfect time to catch her off guard — bright and early before she’d even wiped the crust from her eyes. But then she saw his face and the shock that drew over his features. He certainly didn’t mean to bump into her. At least, it didn’t seem like it.

They conversed in an awkward manner, but managed to hit one another only once more. The real issue was the end of the conversation:

“See you in potions, George!”

It was meant to be friendly, a sort of peace offering if he was still trying to pull off something dodgy. And, of course, it was friendly enough until she realized she had never talked to him before. She sounded like a stalker. A bad stalker at that. She let her mind race as she rushed off to the Great Hall, hoping to not see the boy again before she got there.

It was a dragging, near exhausting wait until potions. Her nerves were so shot that, even if she calmed down, they would still leave a searing imprint under the surface of her skin. By lunch, she’d decided to try to calm herself. Surely he’d forget before then. Surely it would all resolve itself. Surely, she thought to herself as she pushed into the potions’ lab, there was–

He was sitting in her chair.

Meredith was late, unable to save her, and George was sitting at her table.

Her first move was to take cautious steps toward her destination. She knew well enough that this confrontation was unavoidable (or maybe she’d just built it up in her mind too much). She would just grit her teeth and bear it, though, because the only other alternative was to flee Hogwarts entirely.

“Hey!” He’d seen her, and she froze. She was only a step or two away from her seat, of course he saw her.

“Hi,” she responded with less grandeur. He stood in front of her, slicking his hands against his slacks as he smiled.

“Sorry about this morning,” his grin damn near sparkled, “I only do that sort of thing on the field usually.”

“Right,” she nodded. He was standing right in front of her seat, trapping it with his lanky body.

“Yeah,” his confidence stuttered momentarily, “Uh, your book. How is it?”

“Dorian Gray?” She questioned, receiving a nod, “Oh, it’s alright. A couple blokes doing a lot of talking.”

“Any puke?” George cocked his head.

“There’s blood,” she replied.

“Fluid is fluid,” he shrugged. There was another hesitation before he spoke again:

“I noticed you read a lot – muggle books, I mean. It’s interesting,” he stuck his hands in his pockets, “I was thinking about picking up a muggle book, but I don’t know where to start.”

So this was it. Weeks of stares and stilted interactions because of her obsession. She let out an audible sigh of relief. Any ounce of fear or tension drained from her body, and in its place, a peace rooted itself. Apparently, all it took to crack her shell was the mention of books.

“Oh, sure!” She spoke, her lips curling into a smile, “If you tell me what you fancy in a story I could find something you’d enjoy.”

“That’d be great,” he grinned, “Maybe I could tell you this weekend at Hogsmeade?”

“Hogsmeade?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” he perked up suddenly, “There’s that muggle book shop near the outside of town — Argyle and Dicken’s? You could help me find something. Maybe we can go for butterbear after?”

There was nothing Jane Austen could have done to prepare her for an offer like this. No romance novel she’d ever read could help her. She couldn’t reply with something witty, or cute, or sultry. She couldn’t wink or do something flirtatious. All she was capable of doing was giving him a near-dumbfounded look whilst attempting to close her partially agape mouth. George Weasley wanted a little more than just a recommendation.

“She’d love to.” A feminine voice spoke from behind her. Meredith, somewhat winded and somewhat late, swooped in beside her to press a metaphorical hand to her jaw.

“Love to,” she repeated, though a little less confident. George seemed to appreciate the answer anyways, giving a quick nod of greeting to Meredith before smiling back at the other girl.

“Outside the castle at noon this Sunday work?”

“It, yeah, yes, it would work.” She nodded vigorously.

“Wicked,” he chuckled lightly, “It’s a da–“

“Get to your seats.” Professor Snape’s deep voice commanded. She, as well as Meredith, wasted no time shuffling past the boy to their chairs. George moved, though, only after he hesitated a moment. The potions lesson began unceremoniously, and she couldn’t help but look over to Meredith as Snape’s monotonous voice consumed the classroom.

“What was that?” She asked, eyes still wide.

"That was you getting yourself a date." Meredith whispered her reply happily.

A date. With George Weasley – the same George Weasley she had thought to be plotting against her, or at least hoping for her downfall. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile as the lesson went on.

A date.

With George Weasley.

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The Unfair Heart ❤️

This is my very long series that l've nearly finished! I've noticed more people are discovering it so I thought l'd post the best way to enjoy and read it!

If you have any questions let me know!