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• One of the Boys •
Reader x Fred Weasley
Based off of Katy Perry’s song “One of the Boys”
Word count: 3.5k
Summary: You’ve always been one of the boys. That was until you came back from summer break looking a bit, different, as Fred puts it.
Warnings: cursing, mildly steamy scenario
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One of the boys
“Today was bloody brilliant!” Fred cheered and clapped you on the back as he raised his cup to Gryffindor. Practically the whole school was shoved in your common room to celebrate the quidditch cup.
“To Gryffindor!” Oliver bellowed drunkly as everyone drank and cheered.
“Seriously, Y/N, you played fucking amazing today,” Angelina bellowed, downing the rest of her drink.
“I can second that. Since when did you get so bloody good, little one?” George smiled as he put his arm around you. The twins had always been your good friends, the three of you joining the Gryffindor quidditch team in your third years. They’d often referred to you as little one, due to the fact that they towered over you. They constantly teased and pranked you, but you would also join in on their antics. More often than not, you guys were playing quidditch during the warm seasons and pranking Filch in the winter. You were really just one of the boys and you couldn’t be more happy to be a part of their mischief.
“I’ve always been good, Georgie. But I will admit, this was probably my best game yet,” you beamed as you joined the rest in downing your drink.
“You’re only that good thanks to our rigorous coaching throughout the years,” Fred smiled wryly, filling his own cup up again. You rolled your eyes.
“Yea right, Weasley. The two of you combined still wouldn’t be as good as me,” you challenged. The three of you went back and forth all night, drinking and laughing and celebrating Gryffindors victory. The high spirits continued throughout the week and before you knew it you were saying goodbye to all your friends at platform 9 and 3/4.
“Oh! So good to see you sweetie,” Molly smiled warmly as she dragged you into a tight hug, “Have a good summer, we’ll see you in the fall! Say goodbye boys.” Fred and George both approached you and each gave you a quick hug before heading out with the Weasley family.
“See you next year little one!” George called out.
“Don’t skimp out on the quidditch practice, Y/N! You could use it,” Fred shouted, giving you a cheeky smile and a wave. You rolled your eyes and sent a smile back before meeting with your own family and heading home for the summer.
3 months later
You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time and smoothed the top of your hair flat.
“Come on, Y/N! You’re going to miss the train,” your dad called from downstairs.
“Coming!”
Over the summer you had grown a considerable amount. Your dad had been teasing you about how much time you spent in the bathroom getting ready, but you didn’t care. For once in your life you actually felt pretty. Your body had begun to fill out in all the right places and your hair had grown out well past your shoulders now. You had started to shave your legs and wear perfume. You had even bought new clothes as you had outgrown your old wardrobe. All of this had instilled you with a newfound confidence that had you beaming. As you walked onto platform 9 and 3/4, you wore a fitted long sleeve shirt and some new low waisted jeans. You had blown out your hair into soft falling curls and you had even applied some lip gloss. You were excited to start your sixth year with all your friends and your new look.
“Bye guys! I’ll see you for Christmas,” you hugged your family before loading your trunks on the train. As you put your final trunk into the train, someone called your name from behind.
“Y/N?”
You turned around to see Fred and George standing behind you, still towering over your frame.
“Fred! George! How was your summer?” You bounded towards them and hugged George. When you pulled back to hug Fred he just stood there with his mouth slightly agape. George nudged him and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and leaned in to hug you.
“You look… different,” was all he could manage to say. You chuckled and put your hands on your hips.
“Yes, I’m not so little anymore. You guys can stop calling me little one now,” you teased.
“Nah, you’re still tiny,” George brushed you off as you all started to head onto the train to find a compartment. After walking down the length of the train, you had finally found the compartment where Lee and Angelina were.
“Y/N! How was your summer! Oh my gosh, you look absolutely stunning,” Angelina beamed as she hugged you and pulled you down to sit next to her.
“Thanks Angie, I can say the same about you! And my summer was amazing,” you guys chatted back and forth, catching up on all the latest gossip and all the fun things you did over the summer. Fred and George beamed about the Quidditch World Cup and soon the five of you were full of sweets and ready to take a quick nap before you had to change into your school robes.
“Every year I tell myself not to eat so many chocolate frogs, and every year I eat more than I did the year before,” Lee groaned, leaning back and rubbing his stomach. You laughed and slid down in your own seat, leaning your head against the window and looking out across the green landscape. You were so happy to be back with your friends. The summertime was amazing, but there was nothing like Hogwarts. As you smiled to yourself, you looked up from the window to see Fred staring at you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shook his head and looked out the window. That was weird. You shook it off and leaned your head against the window again and nodded off.
Before long, the train had pulled into the station and crowds of students were piling out into to the night to go to welcoming feast. As you filed out of the train and towards the carriages, Fred and George lagged behind a bit and whispered to each other.
“Do you think they’re acting a bit strange?” You leaned in towards Angelina, sending another glance back towards the twins.
“Aren’t they always?” Angelina shrugged as she stepped into the carriage. She had a point.
After a few minutes, you found yourself at the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledore announce the Tri-Wizard Tournament, everybody increasingly getting excited as his speech went on. The excitement reached its peak as piles of fresh food appeared in front of you and everybody dug into the feast.
“Oh how I missed this food,” you groaned, piling food into your mouth. George hummed in agreement as he piled more potatoes into his mouth. You could feel Fred staring at you again but you decided against meeting his gaze this time. Were they going to prank you or something? He was acting so weird.
Shortly after dinner, everybody headed up to their dorms. Despite wanting to hang out together in the common room, the long day of travel and the large feast caught up with the Gryffindors as the students filed up the winding stairs to their rooms. You had just gotten to your room when you realized you left your book in the common room. You turned around and quietly padded down the stairs to retrieve it. You slowed your steps as you saw the twins huddled together on a couch with their backs turned from you.
“Well yes, I’m not disagreeing. Any bloke can see she looks good, so what? I mean, what are you trying to say?” You managed to hear George say as you approached the coffee table.
“Ooh, who looks good? Does someone have a crush?”
The twins jumped as you grabbed your book next to them.
“Bloody hell, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed with wide eyes. George laughed.
“See, you say you’re no longer little, but you’re so tiny your footsteps don’t even make a sound,” George teased, leaning back into the couch and tossing his arm over it. You rolled your eyes.
“You guys just stomp around like ogres, I walk like a normal human. Anyways, I’m heading to bed. Try not to drool over Angelina, Georgie. It’s only the first day back,” you teased as you turned to head up towards the girls dormitory. You heard George let out a loud laugh before hearing a loud slap and more commotion. You just smiled to yourself, oh how you missed those two. You entered your room and placed your book on your bedside table before going to your wardrobe to change.
“I think George likes you,” you nodded to Angelina as she shot up in her bed.
“Really?” She said with a slight smile. You just chuckled. You were so happy to be back.
The weeks flew by and soon the other wizarding schools had arrived. The only thing that sucked about this whole tournament was that there was no quidditch. It was a surprisingly warm November day when you bounded into the common room looking for a certain pair of red heads. You spotted them huddled up in the corner of the room, probably working on one of their pranking products as you had learned of recently.
“You two,” you pointed at the twins as they whipped their heads up, “wanna play quidditch? Two on two, George and Angelina, Me and Fred.” A cheeky grin immediately grew on George’s face as he turned to look at Fred. A more sheepish smile appeared on Fred’s face as he stood up.
“Alright, Y/N, let’s kick some ass.”
The game had turned out to be exactly what the four of you needed in midst of all the school work that was being assigned. You and Fred flew seamlessly together, scoring over and over again on George and Angelina. They were putting up a good front, but your flying skills were outmatched. You had even attracted a small crowd of students by the time the game ended.
“Good game,” you said, landing onto the field and sticking out your hand for Angelina.
“Yes, valiant effort you two,” Fred smirked, shaking Angelina’s hand after you.
“Merlin, Y/N, I forgot how good you are,” Angelina mumbled as she took her defeat in stride.
“Yeah, shes bloody brilliant,” Fred mumbled with a reserved smile. You looked up at him, beaming at the compliment but he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
“Gotta admit it, little one. You sure can fly,” George clapped you on the back before following Angelina off the field.
“We make a good team, Freddie,” you smiled, patting his arm before beginning to walk off the field as well. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Why was Fred acting so weird around you? Did he not like you anymore? He had been so distant this year, choosing to spend his time with George and whenever you came over to join them, he seemed to shut down and become reserved. And Fred had certainly never been reserved before. You shook your head and walked back to your dorm to shower. You decided you’d ask George about it that night.
After dinner, you sat in the common room working on some homework with Angelina. You tried to focus on your assignment, but your eyes kept drifting over to the pair huddled in the corner. How in the world were you going to ask George about Fred when they were always together? As if your prayers had been answered, Fred stood up and walked out of the common room. Your eyes followed him until he disappeared through the portrait hole. You took no time waiting and began to walk over to George.
“Ah, Y/N, what’s up?” George closed whatever he was working on and put his arm over the back of the couch. You took a seat next to him and turned to face him, nervously playing with your sleeves.
“Um, I actually had a question for you,” you stammered, looking up towards the portrait hole to make sure Fred wasn’t coming back.
“Spit it out, Y/N. What’s up? You’re making me worried,” George laughed, scooting closer to you. You cleared your throat.
“Does Fred have a problem with me? I dunno, it just seems like he doesn’t like me around anymore. He’s been acting so weird and I don’t want to bother him if he doesn’t want me hanging out with you guys anymore,” you trailed off, looking down at your legs. George put his arm around your shoulders.
“Y/N, I can promise you that is not the case,” he sighed, “we both love hanging out with you.”
“Really?” You let out a breath and chuckled.
“Yes, really. Merlin, he is such an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head.
“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him when Fred walked back into the common room. You looked up and your eyes met his. As he got closer to you and George, his brows furrowed. George took his arm off your shoulders and you shifted your body away from his.
“What are you guys talking about?” Fred questioned, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms over his chest, looking mildly annoyed. Why were his forearms so ripped? You shook your head and cleared your throat.
“I was just bugging him about the herbology assignment, which he hasn’t even started,” you glared at George. It was true that he hadn’t even started the lengthy assignment that was due by the end of the week. George chuckled.
“Did you set it up Freddie?” George questioned, probably about a prank, looking up at his twin. Fred still looked visibly annoyed.
“Yes. I did, but I should’ve made you do it.” Fred said dryly, his jaw clenching slightly. George rolled his eyes. You looked between the twins with a confused expression. You rarely saw them annoyed at each other.
“Alright, well I’m headed upstairs. Goodnight you guys,” you ducked out of the awkward atmosphere and towards Angelina to grab your books.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” George said as Fred sat down in your seat and began to whisper something to George. What was that all about?
A few days went by and Fred was still acting distant. You wondered if George had even said anything to Fred about it. If anything, Fred was avoiding you even more. George tried to give you passing smiles and waves, but anytime he passed you in the halls, Fred would completely ignore you. Even at dinner, he would rarely engage in conversation with you and you were starting to feel really hurt. After this particular night where he purposefully avoided your gaze the entire dinner, you were actually angry at him. He’d been acting so weird all year and then as soon as you talked to George about it, he started completely ignoring you. That night, you left your dorm and stomped up to the twins room. You knocked on the door and stood there with your arms crossed waiting until George opened it. He looked taken aback by your angry presence.
“I need to talk to Fred, alone.” You stated. George gulped and turned to Lee.
“Let’s go to the common room,” he grabbed Lee and pushed past you. Fred was now looking at you from his bed. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. It looked half scared and half the nonchalant expression he’d been giving you the past few days.
“What the fuck is your problem with me?” You stomped over the his bed where he sat. He raised an eyebrow at you and crossed his arms.
“I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N. What are you talking about?” He shrugged as he looked up at you nonchalantly, but you could see his jaw tensing.
“Are you serious right now, Fred? You know exactly what I’m been talking about. You’ve been avoiding me all week, ever since I talked to George about you. I don’t know if he even mentioned it to you, but I thought you didn’t like me anymore! He told me that wasn’t true, but now I’m not too sure anymore! You’ve been acting like a prat all week!” You were fuming at this point. You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to pretend like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.
“That’s not fuckimg true! I told you I don’t have a problem with you, Y/N,” he jumped up off the bed and stalked towards you, “why can’t you just take my word for it?” His height became apparent as he loomed over you. You only stood up straighter and kept your arms crossed.
“Well then what’s your problem? Why don’t you like hanging out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me?” You questioned, your anger slowly seeping away and being replaced with the hurt you’d been feeling. Fred sighed, his posture relaxing as he saw your eyes fill with sadness. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I do like hanging out with you, Y/N. Merlin, I’ve been missing spending time with you, I just…” he trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor.
“You just what, Fred? Since when are you so shy?” You asked genuinely. That only made Fred groan and run his hands roughly through his hair again.
“Since I started liking you! Since you showed up on the platform looking like that and now I can’t even look at you without thinking you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” the words tumbled out of his mouth and left you standing there with your mouth open. Did he just say he likes you? Did he just call you beautiful? “I miss playing quidditch with you and coming up with pranks together but fuck, Y/N. I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I want to be with you.” You stood still for what felt like a long time. Were you dreaming right now? Your brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening. I mean, Fred was standing in front of you, confessing his feelings to you in a very real way. But you’d been friends for so long. What if this ruined everything? But he was standing right in front of you with his messy hair and his freckled face and his furrowed brows and he just looked so good and he was finally talking to you again and
“Oh, fuck it,” you breathed out, closing the space between the two of you. You were kissing him. And it felt so good. He groaned into your lips as his hands found their way to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body as his lips worked against your own. Your hands tangled in his red locks as you pulled at his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands slid up your body until he held your cheeks. He kissed you softly one more time before pulling back. You face was blushed red as you stared up at him with wide eyes. He finally let out a breathy laugh and his lips curved up into a crooked smile.
“You’re so cute, fuck,” he laughed, still holding your face in his large hands, “I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a prat. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But after kissing you, fuck, I should’ve ruined it a long time ago.”
“I just wish you would’ve told me earlier. Had I known you liked me, I could’ve had you kissing me all year,” you smirked as you walked him to the edge of his bed. He sat on the edge and pulled you down with him.
“Let’s make up for lost time then,” Fred whispered as he pulled you to his lips. You groaned as you straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. This man knew how to use his tongue.
“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass. He chuckled as his grabbed your hips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you bent over your luggage on the platform,” he breathed out with a smirk as he slapped your ass. You gasped and hit his chest.
“Freddie!” You scolded, but it didn’t last long as he pulled you back to his mouth, making you moan as his thumbs rubbed over your hip bones.
“Bloody hell,” you heard someone say from the door. You gasped and pulled away from Fred only to see George standing in the doorway with his jaw wide open. Fred’s smirked stayed plastered on his face and his grip held you tight on his lap.
“Sorry Georgie, think you can give us a few more minutes? We’re still talking.”
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rough days | you have a rough day at work and seek comfort from your boyfriends.
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Tomarrymort Recs by aethon 🐍
Hi! Thank you for your interest in this blog 🤍 This is a rec blog focused exclusively on Tomarrymort recs.
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Wanna Bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt. 1
[F.W X Reader X G.W ]
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.
Tags will be updated along the way.
Part 1
"Oh, y/n dear, how wonderful to have you with us!" Mrs Weasley said wiping her hands on her apron before she threw her arms around you, embracing you in a warm and maternal manner as you stepped inside the Burrow.
"Mrs Weasley, thank you so much for having me," you smiled, wrapping your arms around her, smiling at the comforting feel and smell that encapsulated the entire Burrow and each Weasley inside.
"Oh Mrs Weasley," she laughed pulling apart, "how many times do I have to say, call me Molly!"
"Maybe just once more," you joked, smiling wide as she huffed out a laugh, rubbing your shoulder.
"We're back too you know," Fred said from behind you, leaning on the doorframe with George fixed to his side. She hurried over smiling, pausing briefly to hit Fred's shoulder at his tone, before wrapping her arms around both the boys at the same time. It was a sight to behold, seeing little Molly Weasley trying to reach up to give her two 6ft 3 sons a hug but it was completely heartwarming, seeing their smiles.
"Oh how lovely to have my boys back," she smiles, standing beside them. The entire scene was entirely endearing, particularly the hint of a blush that spread almost in perfect sync upon the twins' cheeks.
"Is Ginny not with you?" She suddenly asks, realising that two of her expected children were not present.
"No they're stopping by Hermione's to get some things before they come home," George replies absently, wandering over to the counter where a fresh batch of scones caught his attention, sat cooling on a wire rack. He reached for one and was immediately intercepted by Molly, earning a swift slap to his hand in a silent warning.
"Right, y/n dear," she says, turning to you with a smile. "I wasn't sure what the sleeping arrangements would be for you all so you can either share Ginny's room with her and Hermione or," Molly began to say, trying to do the mental arithmetic of sleeping arrangements until she was interrupted by George.
"She can stay with us mum, we'll move our beds together and pop up the old cot from Charlie's room," he says, sounding like he had already planned it out in great detail.
"Oh, yes I suppose that would work," she says, completely unaware of the relationship blooming between the three of you. You knew she'd never agree to you sleeping with either of the twins alone, but having the other one in the room seemed to ease her mind that nothing untoward would happen.
"You aren't making her sleep in that old thing!" She suddenly says, horrified at the thought of her guest having to sleep on the death contraption that had been in their family for decades.
"No mum, she can have my bed, I'll sleep on it," Fred says, moving forward to place his hand on your shoulder, doing his best to act innocent, though you could see straight through it.
"Wonderful," Molly says, clapping her hands together as she moves away and busies herself in the kitchen again. She shouts to the boys to help you with your bags, to which they both reply in perfect synchronisation that they already were.
They usher you up the stairs, each twin carrying one of your bags as you make your way to their bedroom. It's exactly as you remember, except it looks like it's been cleaned recently, no doubt by Molly.
"You're not really sleeping on the cot are you?" You ask, turning to Fred. He gives you a look of bewilderment before snorting out a laugh, reaching out for your hand to pull you into his chest, his right arm securing you to his body as it wraps around your waist.
"Not for a single second," he smirks, reaching up to play with a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your ear.
"But we are pushing the beds together," George says from behind you, moving closer to you both.
"And you are going to sleep right in the middle, between both of your handsome," Fred adds.
"Charming," George.
"Well endowed..."
"Boyfriends," they both say, sandwiching you between their bodies. You couldn't help but smile at their antics, realising that they had clearly had this planned for quite some time.
"So I get to sleep on the divide of the beds and fall between in the middle of the night? How romantic," you joked, reaching up to play with the collar of Fred's jacket.
"Ahh we've thought of that too," George says from behind you, reading down to place a kiss to the side of your neck.
Suddenly, both twins pull away and start organising the bedroom. Fred pulls away the small cabinet between the beds and places it next to you near the door, winking at you as he moves back to help George move the beds. They drag Fred's bed over from the right towards George's on the left and create one large bed in the middle of the room. George rushes off to get the cot from Charlie's room and unfolds it for decorative purposes in the space left behind where Fred's bed used to be.
Fred suddenly pulls back the sheets from both beds and then pulls out his wand and casts a charm you'd never heard of. The bed is immediately fixed together through magic, causing you to raise your eyebrows in amazement. He throws the covers haphazardly over the beds before doing the same to the sheets, making it one large duvet. He turns his head to you, seeing you look on in amazement and shoots a cocky smirk towards you.
"Your boyfriend's good right?" He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes slightly. George then moves the cabinet beside you towards the back of the room, sliding it under the space of the desk, kicking the little waste paper bin to the side.
"Fit for a Queen," George smiles, gesturing towards the large bed.
"Or for a fit Queen," Fred quips, gesturing towards you. "Crash test?"
You huff out a laugh at the terrible pun and move to throw yourself down onto the newly extended bed, instantly surprised by the lack of divide between the two and the fact that it was actually quite sturdy.
"You know we could test it out in different ways," George says smirking as he looks at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You look up at him with a sultry look, liking the idea very much, before you turn to look at Fred with the same pointed look.
"Boys! Y/n! The others are here and lunch is ready!" Molly's voice radiates surprisingly well up the stairs of the burrow, effectively ending your next moves and the boys immediately huff and grunt in frustration. You offer them a sad smile before reaching your hand out to George for him to pull you up. He instantly reaches out for your hand in his large one and pulls you up towards him effortlessly.
"Later?" You ask with a small smile, reaching up and pouting so that he'd kiss you. His eyes light up just slightly as he silently nods enthusiastically before reaching down to give you a sweet kiss. You then turn to Fred who is not so patiently waiting his turn before he drags you out of his brothers arms and into his own. He also reaches down to give you a sweet kiss, though his is much more loaded than George's, his tongue licking along your bottom lip as he fights to deepen the kiss. You pull away with a chuckle, placing your hand on his chest. "Down boy," you joke and he grins down at you.
"Not me you need to be telling princess," he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows and poignantly flicking his eyes down to his groin, which seems excited to say the least. You bite your lip and drag your hand down his chest towards his excited member, placing your hand gently over the bulge in his trousers. You flick your eyes up to his face as he stands with wide eyes and his lips parted in a little 'o' shape, following your movements very carefully.
"Down boy," you whisper, teasing as you suddenly pull your hands away and move to walk out of the bedroom door. You can hear George's laughter as you descend the stairs and then a little commotion and 'ow' from George, no doubt caused by Fred.
You greet Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny in the kitchen, followed by George only a minute later and then by Fred five minutes after that. You don't miss the little mock glare he shoots you as he takes a seat at the table, one twin either side of you. All you can do is give him a little innocent, doe-eyed smile before you focus your attention on the array of food that Molly had prepared.
"So, y/n, what are your plans whilst you're here?" Ginny asks you from across the table, pausing at the end to frown at Ron who had shovelled as much food as possible into his mouth and then asked, with a mouthful of food, for Harry to pass the bread rolls.
"I'm not really sure," you smiled with a little shrug, not really considering what was on the agenda.
"She's busy, whatever you've got planned," Fred says bluntly as he pokes at his food, already disliking the idea of you spending time with anyone else whilst you were away from school. You immediately elbow him roughly in the shoulder, earning a laugh from George who watches on silently.
"Never too busy for you Gin," you said, winking at her with a smile. She smiled back and began talking about you girls having a sleepover one night, which did sound fun. Fred muttered something under his breath but you gave him a swift kick to the shin under the table which George snickered at, keeping quiet himself as to not also feel your wrath.
As soon as Fred and George had finished eating they all but dragged you away from the table and up to their bedroom, pausing only briefly for you to shout out your thanks to Molly for a wonderful lunch.
As soon as you were back in their room, you threw yourself down onto the bed, rolling to lie on your stomach as you watched them pull out their trunk of tricks. You'd already agreed earlier on that morning on the train home that you would help them with their new idea for their business, some sort of new confectionary, no doubt with a sinister twist.
From your conversation and actions before lunch, you'd assumed the boys had dragged you upstairs for another reason entirely, but it seemed that their current developments had overshadowed their needs. You had to hold back a laugh at the pair, realising that they were the only two men you knew that would focus on their pranks over sex with their girlfriend.
They had assured you not long after that they had the afternoon and evening all planned out and they would only spend a little time doing this before you could do something more exciting, something you'd really enjoy.
"So they're like puking pastilles but not?" You asked from your position on the bed, bent legs swinging behind you as you watched them concentrate on their project. Fred simply nodded, eyes never once leaving the prototype, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he tried to perfect the recipe.
"Kind of, angel," George explained, using his nickname for you, flicking his eyes up to yours as he spoke, "but they don't make the eater sick, just make them turn pale and sickly looking."
"Ahh make them turn into a Weasley then," you joked. George immediately threw a piece of whatever he had in his hand at you in retaliation and Fred simply snorted, still focusing on the task at hand.
It was the most you'd spoken since they began tinkering, their full attention and focus on their creation. It wasn't exactly the day you had in mind and you were quite frankly thoroughly bored, something you very rarely were in the presence of the Weasley twins. You couldn't blame them, they were in the development stage of their new product, which meant perfecting the recipe and then the antidote which took time and patience.
"Are you adding them to the skiving snack boxes?" You asked after a few more moments of silence, trying to occupy yourself as you sat bored in their room.
"No, they're more like an additional add on," George explained, reaching up to grab something beside you on the bed, briefly pausing to touch your leg as he leaned beside you.
"Ah a savvy business move," you replied cheekily.
When it fell silent again, you rolled over onto your back and stared up at the disjointed ceiling, watching how the wooden beams interlocked at awkward angles and looking at all the various memorabilia and stuff that littered the walls of their room. You briefly considered going to visit Ginny and the others before your eyes started to close on their own accord.
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"Bugger bugger bugger!"
You frowned at the sudden burst of noise, your eyes struggling to open and then focus as you realised you'd fallen asleep on the bed. You sat up, squinting at the light from the windows around you and watched in confusion as George paced around the room in a tizzy.
"George?" You asked weakly, your voice not quite working yet. He turned around with such a speed it was almost alarming. His face looked panicked and nervous and you immediately sat further up in concern, your sleepy haze fading rapidly as worry took over you. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Fred, I told him not to but you know what he's like when he gets something in his head and he wouldn't listen," George babbles, messing with his hair as he paces the room.
"Fred? What's wrong with Fred?" You asked, trying to figure out what George was saying.
"He ate the bloody thing!" He says, throwing himself down onto the rickety metal cot in the corner of the room. It suddenly all made sense to you and a lingering unease settled in your stomach as you thought about the dangers.
"Where is he?" You asked quickly, worried that he wasn't in the room.
"Toilet," George mumbles, running his hand through his hair again.
You immediately leapt off the bed and ran out into the corridor, trying to be quiet as to not alert anyone else as you quickly scaled the wooden staircase that lead up to the next level of the burrow where the toilet was.
You quietly knocked on the door, "Freddie?"
You heard a brief, slow shuffle on the other side of the door and the door creaked open to reveal Fred who looked bloody awful.
"Bloody hell," you said without thinking, looking upon the appearance of your boyfriend. He quickly pulled you into the bathroom and closed the door behind you both. You scrunched your nose at the vague smell of sick that hung in the air but you quickly got past it, moving to stand in front of Fred.
He looked ghostly pale and a little green in his undertone, sweat forming like droplets on his forehead where he had pushed back his hair. His eyes looked sunken and dull, no longer twinkling like usual and his under eyes were almost purple looking. You tried not to react, already feeling bad about your subconscious outburst at seeing him and tried to wipe away a few beads of sweat off his brow. To your surprise, they wouldn't actually wipe off and had become an effect of the sinister sweets they'd created. "How you feeling Freddie?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even.
"At least we know they work, a little too well," he says, deflecting the question. He suddenly lurches away from you and shuffles quickly to the toilet as he heaves whilst clutching his stomach, though nothing comes up. "Sorry," he cringes in embarrassment at you seeing that, "thought I'd got through the worst of that."
"How long does is take for the antidote to kick in?" You asked, concerned about the lasting effects, not knowing exactly how long ago he'd eaten it. He didn't verbally reply but instead gave you a little uncomfortable smile, telling you everything you needed to know.
"Fred Weasley!" You whisper yelled, striking him in the shoulder as you realised he hadn't created the antidote yet. "You frigging idiot!" You hit him again and he just stood there and took it, though he did seem to lose a little of his balance.
"It was more to test out the taste," he said quietly, as if it was an excuse for eating the contraption. "Which definitely still needs work by the way, bloody awful aftertaste, too much caramel." You shot him a look of utter bewilderment as he heaved again, frustration building in you as he didn't take it seriously at all, despite looking like a walking corpse and heaving all over the place.
"Come on, you need to lie down," you said, extending your hand to his to lead him back to his bedroom. You lead him down the stairs and into his and George's room, carefully avoiding anyone else in the house.
"Bloody hell," George said, looking up from his hands, not moving an inch since you'd left, as his brother entered the room, seeing him look absolutely awful.
"At least we know it works," Fred says with the hint of a smirk, though his eyes still looked sad and glimmer-less.
"Bed. Now." You ordered, annoyed at his joking especially at a time like this. Surprisingly, Fred complied without any qualms and threw himself down onto the bed, his eyes closing in relief as he lay there. You tipped out a few loose crumbled papers from the waste bin next to the desk and placed it beside the bed incase he needed it.
"George, can you get him some water please?" You asked, turning your attention back to the notes they'd made on the recipes, trying to figure out if any of the ingredients had a reverser you could use to cancel out the effects.
Fred heaved again and you tensed, turning to offer him some help, only to see him half flinging out of bed to lean over to the bin. You stood and reached out for the bin and placed it into his arms, where he kept it secured and never out of reach.
"What do you mean he's sick? Fred, er, George move out the way!" You heard Molly's voice getting louder and louder, matching the influx of panicked footsteps that seemed to be running up the stairs. She immediately burst through the room and made an ungodly sound as looked upon her son, seeing his frighteningly pale complexion and overall malaise as he clutched his bin, looking helpless.
"Oh my boy," she said, running over to him. She immediately put the back of her hand towards his head and frowned at feeling a lack of temperature.
"That's odd," she mutters. "Are you two okay?" She asks, turning to you and George who are standing off to the side, both a little scared of her reaction and Fred's symptoms.
"Yeah mum."
"Yes Molly," you both replied at the same time, trying to sound completely sincere.
"Did he eat anything on the train?" She asks, trying to smooth his hair down in the front to keep it away from his face. You could tell he tried his hardest to hold back the impending heave but he couldn't hold it any longer and dry heaved once again into the waiting bin.
"Cauldron cake," you said, thinking quickly, "he did eat a cauldron cake on the train, but we shared some fizzing whizbees, didn't we George?" You looked at George, imploring him with your eyes to go along with it.
"Yeah," George said suddenly nodding as he looked at you before turning to his mum, "maybe the cake was bad?"
Molly mumbled something in frustration as she looked at Fred before zooming out the door, muttering something about her apothecary kit which might be of use.
"Georgie," Fred says quietly as he tries to get his brother's attention. George moves closer to Fred and leans down so that Fred can whisper in his ear. You frown, watching them secretly converse, wondering what they are saying.
Molly returns not a moment later, armed with an array of various potions and elixirs which could hopefully cure Fred.
The truth was, the only thing that was able to cure their inventions quickly were the antidotes, otherwise the symptoms would stick around for roughly 24 hours at most, the effectiveness of the enchanted foods rapidly decreasing once the 12 hour mark passed with the entire malady vanishing after 24 hours. You and George both knew that Fred would be okay tomorrow but it wouldn't hurt for him to at least take some of the potions to ease his queasiness.
"Here eat this, slowly, that's right," Molly says, thrusting some form of wafer towards Fred. He pulled a disgusted face as he ate it but to his credit he did manage to consume it without gagging and keep it down. "Dehydrated ginger root, it should help with the nausea," she explained to no one in particular as she faffed about in the little case, searching for a specific bottle. She eventually gave up and pulled out her wand, mumbling accio to bring the thing she needed to the front.
"Here, drink this, it's dandelion root and burdock oil, it will help with your complexion and ease your tummy," she said to Fred, smoothing back his hair again as another wave of gagging ran through him.
He took slow sips of the potion and raised his eyebrows at the taste, clearly not expecting it to be so tasty.
"We have that at home," you said, not really sure of why you said it but it was funny to see the wizard if equivalent to a muggle drink.
"Really?" Molly asks, turning to you with a surprised look on her face.
"Yeah but it's just a fizzy drink, not really medicinal anymore," you explained with a laugh, feeling a little silly about your random tangent.
"We need to get some," Fred mumbled, drinking down the rest of the potion enthusiastically, causing Molly to loudly warn him to take it steady.
"We could nip into the village and get some for you?" You turn to George, asking him with your eyes if he'd join you, "I know where they sell it." George nodded with a little shrug. You then turned back to look at Fred and Molly who looked at you in surprise, "if it would make you feel better." Fred nodded enthusiastically with a little smile, already seeing a little more colour coming to his face.
"Oh, how lovely, what a lovely gesture," Molly said with a warm smile. "You can take your father's car, as long as you are safe," she said, fixing George with a look of warning.
"How little you think of me," George said sarcastically.
"Or how well she knows you," you snorted, reaching behind him to search for a sweater in your trunk.
"I'll go get the keys," Molly says, taking her apothecary case with her as she moves out of the room.
"Fuck," you mumbled, still searching for a sweater but not finding any.
"What's wrong?" George asks, moving to stand behind you.
"I can't find my sweater," you mumbled again, trying to dig through your belongings but coming up empty handed.
"We've got plenty, borrow one of ours," George says casually, walking straight over to the drawers on the left side of the room and pulling out a thick knitted cardigan that you'd remembered the both of them wearing to the quidditch World Cup. "This okay?" He asks, extending it towards you.
"It's perfect, thank you," you smile, reaching for it and slipping it around yourself, feeling the warmth and coziness of it already, the wonderfully comforting scent of the twins surrounding you. You couldn't help but raise the fabric of the sleeve up to your nose for a closer smell, your eyes closing as you smiled at the scent. You could tell this one was Fred's from the unmistakable but subtle marshmallow sweetness of his natural scent which George didn't have.
When you looked up, the boys were both watching you with smirks on their faces, clearly seeing everything you'd done. You blushed under their intense gazes and turned away, grabbing a few things you'd need and placing them into the little bag you'd brought, making sure you had your little coin purse of muggle money.
"You ready?" You asked George, who was stood next to Fred quietly talking. He turned and nodded, mumbling out 'nearly' and walked over to the little wardrobe hidden in a nook in the corner before pulling out a blue patterned shirt. He slipped off the polo shirt he'd been wearing and you couldn't help but watch as he stood shirtless, slipping into his blue shirt and slowly buttoning it up. You couldn't take your eyes away from him, admiring his naked torso and staring at the small patch of hair on his chest and the beautiful trail that started just below his naval and stretched downwards. He looked at you, amused with his eyebrow raised as he caught you looking and for the second time in minutes you couldn't help but blush. "Ready," he said with a firm nod, appearing by your side.
"Do you want anything else?" You asked, turning to Fred but found him sleeping, clearly exhausted by his sickness or one of Molly's potions had knocked him out cold. George reached for your waist and smiled as he guided you out the door, slowly closing the wooden door as to not wake his brother as you both went on your little adventure.
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🤎 here you will find the three marauders under their own section! each which their own fics, some will be combined, and if they are combined they will be under the marauders cut!
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Songs That Remind Me of Remus Lupin
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No one alerted Nico of the incident until McGonagall walked into arithmancy looking more tired then usual. "Mr. di Angelo you are required in the hospital wing at once."
Everyone watched him grab his stuff and leave before they started speculating on what was wrong.
Nico listened as McGonagall briefed him on what happened. "This morning while preparing for his first class of the day professor Hagrid found a girl under a heavy tree branch bleeding from the head. When she woke and was told she was here, she asked for you."
"Did she say her name?"
"Thalia Grace. Kindly escort her back to where she came from, before the rest of the student population finds out about this and I get a hundred howlers about the lack of security."
"Sure professor."
Nico stalked into the hospital wing. "Why are you here? How are you here? You're supposed to be in like, Maine or something."
Thalia smiled "nice to see you too. I have a head injury you know, you could be nice to me."
"You could be in Maine like you're supposed to be."
"I am supposed to be here! The centaurs asked us for help with the overabundance of monster. And seeing you're here, I see why they asked."
Nico considered hexing Thalia, Madame Pomfrey was right there. "Come on, I"ll walk you down to the edge of the forest and you can go back to your cult."
Thalia jumped out of bed, grabbing her bow and quiver from where they'd been set against the wall. "Not a cult."
"It literally is. How'd you get hurt?"
Thalia fell into step besides Nico. "I called stepmother dearest a bitch because I tripped on a root. She did not appreciate it."
"Why would you do that."
Thalia waved off Nico's concern. "I didn't break anything this time. Besides, pretty soon there'll be a few dozen babies she can take her anger out on, I'll be old news."
"I pity your siblings."
"So do-" Thalia paused at the staircases. "Why are the fucking stairs moving di Angelo?"
"Oh, yeah, they do that. Come on, it's not dangerous, just looks dangerous." Nico said, grabbing Thalia's arm to drag her down the steps as she grew impossibly pale.
Everything was alright, slowly but surely they made their way down the steps. Until Thalia stepped on a fake step and fell with a scream, taking Nico down with her.
"What the fuck was that?!" Thalia asked when they were both safe on the real steps.
"False steps. Now come on, McGonagall wanted me to get out of here quietly. So let's go, we can take the stairs, I can levitate you down or we can take the short cut."
Thalia laughed, on the edge of hysteria "am I blonde? Do I have a scar from trying to eat a stapler? No? Then don't you dare think about floating me down. No shadow travel. Just tell me where the fake steps are and if I survive, I won't punch you in the face."
"Deal."
They managed to get down the staircase eventually and Nico lead Thalia to the edge of the forest. "Now fuck off and don't come back, you'll ruin my cover. If you haven't already."
She smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. "Don't die."
"You're the one hunting monsters every day. I hang around mortals all day. I'm more a danger to them then they are to me, magic or not. Now get out of here before someone sees you." He pushed her towards the forest.
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2023 Anonymous Master List
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Masterlist
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Flufftober 2023
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Peaches - Part 3
~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~
Peaches Masterlist:
Your POV
You woke up to complete darkness and a dry mouth.
“What time is it,” you grumbled as you opened your bed curtains to check your alarm clock.
10:55 pm
Fuck. You had slept through dinner. You sighed as you laid back down in your bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. You had just slept for 5 hours, and your stomach was grumbling loudly.
Quietly, you tiptoed out of bed and slipped on your robe. Lucy was fast asleep. Your stomach growled again. You couldn’t even blame her for not waking you up for dinner, you had been so unpleasant.
“Lumos,” you whispered as you stepped into the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the common room. The fires were crackling quietly, but nobody was awake. You slipped out of the common room and into the hall. It was significantly colder out here. It had been a while since you’d snuck around past curfew. Luckily, the kitchens weren’t too far from the dungeons. As you ascended from the dungeons and into the grand staircase, you stopped to make sure you didn’t hear any professors, poltergeists, or pets. When you were sure the coast was clear, you scampered across the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchens. Soon you approached the painting. You tickled the pears and entered into the kitchen. The energy was bustling compared to the echoing halls of the castle. You smelled fresh bread being baked. You heard the sounds of pots being cleaned. Soon you saw two small heads appear in front of you, one of them sporting a sock as a hat.
“Miss! Can we get you something to eat?”
“Something to drink?”
“Some tea?”
You smiled down at the two house elves.
“Tea would be lovely,” you said and immediately one of them ran off. The other one looked up at you eagerly.
“Anything else, miss?”
“Well, I actually slept through dinner and I’m quite hungry. I really don’t want to be a bother, but if you have any leftovers or literally anything to eat, I would really appreciate it,” you smiled kindly at the female elf.
“It is no problem, miss! Bitty is happy to serve you,” she bowed before scampering off. You let out a chuckle, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the phrase ‘Bitty is happy to serve you’ but grateful that you were getting something to eat. You rubbed your temples as you took a seat at a counter. You were so tired.
Just at that thought, you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. You were so exhausted you couldn’t even roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Fred strode towards you. You didn’t understand how he appeared to have seemingly endless bounds of energy at all times of the day. “I didn’t take you as the type to sneak out past curfew.” You frowned.
“I’m not. I slept through dinner is all,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and trying to flatten your hair with her hands. You gave up rather quickly though, and slumped back onto the elbows. Fred chuckled at the sight of you as he took a seat next to you. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”
“Me and George were setting off dungbombs near the library as a distraction to sneak into the potions cabinet. We found what we needed rather quickly so I decided to swing by the kitchens for some late night snacks,” Fred grinned as he leaned in closer to you. You were too tired to even tell him how stupid he was.
“Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! What can I bring you,” the male elf beamed up at Fred as he delivered me my tea.
“Dobby! Just the elf I was looking for. Me and Georgie just need some crisps and sweets to get us through the night,” he sent a wink towards Dobby as he ran off. I blew on my tea before taking a small sip.
“Well acquainted with the kitchen staff, Fred?” You raised your eyebrow at him. Just then, Bitty returned with a plate of steaming hot food and bowed before scurrying off.
“Unlike you Slytherins, we Gryffindors like to say thank you and get to know the wonderful staff here at hogwarts,” Fred teased, eyeing your plate of food.
“I would’ve said thank you had Bitty stayed for a moment longer,” you sighed, “I’m just too tired for our banter Fred. I just want to eat and go back to my dorm.” Fred frowned at this but let you begin eating. The leftover roast dinner was hitting the spot and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan of delight. Fred smiled as you continued to eat.
“Why’d you miss dinner tonight?” Fred asked, keeping his eyes glued to you. You looked down at your tea.
“I told you, I slept through it,” you mumbled. Fred scoffed.
“I know you think I’m daft, but come on Y/N,” Fred pried. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you would’ve come up with a snarky comment to shut up his stupid freckled face. You sighed and set down your cup.
“You were right earlier, about me being, I dunno, frustrated. I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I’m tired all of the time and I can’t even be bothered to get out of bed to entertain the idea of a meal,” you admitted, defeated. Fred put his hand on your shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.
“It’s okay, Y/N, to not feel happy. That’s why you have people to cheer you up. Like me,” he grinned stupidly. You let out a sharp breath through your nose and couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“But why do you want to cheer me up? You didn’t even know I existed two days ago,” you questioned. You were genuinely curious.
“Well I already told you, I just thought you were funny for yelling out fuck into the abyss. And while you’re mildly unpleasant to approach, I find your sense of humor and wit to be quite entertaining. And of course, I’m smart, despite what you think. And I can tell there’s something else going on. Maybe it’s none of my business, but I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend. Is that so hard to believe Y/N?”
You furrowed your brows together. Was it so hard to believe?
“Maybe it’s just hard to believe because it’s you,” you shrugged, continuing to eat your dinner. Fred scoffed and put his hand over his heart, as if hurt.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred feigned offense. After finishing your last bite, you had finally regained the ability to roll your eyes.
“Nothing, just that I didn’t think you were capable of having any sort of emotional intelligence,” you shrugged and sipped the last of your tea. Fred jaw fell open as he saw you were completely serious.
“Here you go Mr. Weasley!” Dobby bounded up to us and handed him a wrapped package of goods.
“Thanks Dobby,” Fred muttered quickly as you began to stand up, “now wait a minute, are you serious? You really think I’m that dim witted?”
“I mean, sort of,” you sucked your teeth and give him a half apologetic look, “but if it makes you feel any better, you’ve definitely proved that you can hold human conversation, so…” you trailed off and looked around the kitchen. You knew if you took one look at his dumbfounded face that you would burst into laughter. He pressed his lips together into a flat line.
“If you were anyone else, that would’ve seriously hurt my sense of self worth,” he said dryly, “but honestly, I feel like that is the most peachy thing I’ve heard you say all night, so I’ll let it slide.”
One side of your mouth curved up despite all of your desperate attempts to stay straight faced. Immediately that idiot broke into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear. You rolled your eyes again.
“Merlin, your face is going to give me an aneurysm,” you mumbled as you turned on your heel to leave, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face. But that stupid git had the longest arms and he was able to pull you back to him just so he could see your face all lit up.
“Aww, I made you smile,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. Your face immediately scrunched up as you pulled out of his grasp.
“Goodnight, Fred,” you said, matter of factly as you turned around once more to head back to your dorm. He followed you out of the kitchen and down the hall, both of you stopping at the top of the stairs right before the grand staircase. You peered your head around the hall to make sure the coast was clear before the two of you set off in opposite directions.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
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You woke up the next morning feeling well rested. The late night meal had helped you sleep through the night and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your interaction with a certain red head. How did he seem to be everywhere you were yesterday?
“Good morning sleepy head, sleep well?” Lucy asked, strolling out of the bathroom while drying her short hair with a towel.
“Mm, you know I actually did,” you yawned, stretching and standing up to get ready for the day.
Classes went by as they always did, and you mostly kept to yourself. While your head didn’t hurt from lack of sleep, this clear mindedness made you think better. And thinking always lead to the grief.
“Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in front of your face as you walked back to the common room.
“I’m sorry Lucy, I totally wasn’t,” you sighed, “I’ve been such a shit friend this whole year. I’m sorry.” You frowned at your friend. She only returned it with a solemn smile.
“It’s okay Y/N. Me and Cassius both know what you’re going through. We just wish you would talk to us. Let us help you,” she pleaded, reaching out for your shoulder. You leaned into her touch.
“I know, I know. But I’ve burdened you guys enough with my tears this summer. I just need time to sort this out still. I’m going to take another walk,” Lucy frowned, “I promise I’m okay Luce. I just want to clear my head. I promise I’ll be at dinner tonight.” You turned around and waved goodbye before heading towards the exit.
“You’re not a burden, Y/N!” Lucy called after you.
The afternoon was just as sunny as yesterday. The wind had died down a bit and it felt quite pleasant out. Your legs began to wander towards the quidditch pitch. You thought the sun would feel great while laying on the benches of the stands. As you climbed the stairs up to the top, you could hear a team yelling practice drills and whizzing through the air. As you reached a spot up near the top, you finally spared a glance towards the field. Impressive plays were being made by a team sporting red jerseys. You laughed to yourself. Of course Gryffindor was practicing right now. Soon the practice began to come to an end. You layed down on the stands and basked in the warmth of the afternoon. You tried to clear your mind but the familiar sound of the brooms only made you think of your father.
“Come on, Y/N! Why don’t you try for the quidditch team?” Your dad called out as his feet hit the ground. You had scored on him again.
“I don’t have time for that,” you waved him off, smiling, “the only people who would dedicate that much time to a sport would be brutes like you!” You tease as he begins to run after you. You laugh as he picks you up and hangs you by the legs and begins to tickle you.
You sighed as you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye as you sat up.
“When will I stop missing you, dad?” You whispered, grabbing your bag to move on from the pitch. You didn’t really feel like having a sob fest in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Your legs began to carry you down the stairs and through the grounds. You kept walking a short distance until you found yourself by the lake. You sat on the shore and tried to gain your composure, but your head fell and soon you were beginning to cry. You hated crying. You had cried so much over the past few months that it took every ounce of energy that your body had mustered up from last night and drained every last drop. You tried to hold still and regulate your breathing.
“Oi, peaches, were you stalking me?” You heard a familiar voice call out from a bit up the path. You froze and tried to slyly wipe your face.
“N-no, I wasn’t Fred, I was just trying to enjoy the afternoon sun,” you tried to bite back, but your voice wavered. You didn’t even turn around to look at him.
“Hey, are you okay?” His voice came closer to you and soon he was plopping himself down right next to you. You just stayed still, facing forward. You knew if you moved even an inch that a tear would fall. You pressed your lips together tightly as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry Y/N, I was only teasing,” Fred said lightly. You looked really upset. Of course this self obsessed idiot would think it was because of him. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated breath as your head fell towards your chest. The movement caused a few tears and fall onto the ground.
“I’m not upset because of you, you idiot,” you breathed out, letting one half of you smile curve upwards. But Fred wasn’t smiling. In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious.
“Hey, hey, then what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to take a look at your face. You wanted to tell him to go away. It was none of his business why you were upset. He reached up and wiped away one of your falling tears. “Com’ere,” he mumbled, suddenly wrapping his long arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You wanted to push him off you, but you seemed to lean into him, your face scrunching up one last time before releasing all the tension within your body at once. You shook with a sob as the tears now seemed to pour out of your eyes and onto Fred shirt.
You tried so hard to sniffle it all back inside, but Fred only pulled you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to console you.
“Fuck,” you sobbed and laughed into his chest before sitting up slightly, “I’m sorry.” He only chuckled at you.
“Don’t be sorry, I only want to know who made you cry so I can go kick their ass,” Fred teased, sliding his arm off of shoulders. You pursed your lips together as you look up at him.
“My dad’s dead.”
His smile immediately dropped from his face and he looked horrified. Your deadpan face fell into laughter as you sniffled.
“Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he scrambled for words, “Why are you laughing?”
“Your face is just hilarious,” you chuckled, sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your arm. He pursed his lips and looked at you with a serious expression.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for your loss. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” He seemed tentative to pry any further. You shook your head and stared out towards the water, but for some reason you felt like you could trust him. He clearly wanted to get to know you and you felt like he wouldn’t go blabbing around about your dead family. Oh, fuck it.
“He died in July. He was a curse breaker and you know, the job is dangerous. He’s the only family I’ve ever had. My- my mom had died when I was a baby, you know, during the war. I miss her a lot but I never even knew her…. My dad, he was my best friend,” you head dropped as you felt like crying again, “and now I’m all alone.”
“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Fred said, looking at your sad face, “but I know how badly you must be hurting now. I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine your grief right now.” You held up your hand and swallowed your tears.
“Thank you for listening to me Fred. I appreciate it, but the last thing I need is for another person to feel sorry for me. My friends are worried cause I’m not happy but I just can’t burden them any longer with my sadness. I just want to feel better already…” you trail off, playing with the sand by your feet.
“You have good friends Y/N, and it’s okay to not feel happy. But if you’re looking for someone to cheer you up, you’ve come to the right guy,” he grins at you. You snort.
“Well you definitely keep me distracted.”
“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Whatever, peaches.”
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Master List ✍️
((WIP duh))
Fluff: 🩷
Angst: 💔
Smut:🫦
Disability’s: ♿️
Platonic: 🫂
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Triggering Topics:❌
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Weasley Siblings
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Percy
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Ron
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What In Hell Is Bad?
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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]
Part 5
Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
Title: Vulnera Sanentur
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}
Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.
Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.
Clearly I’m in my angst era 🖤
Three days had passed since George had lost his ear in the mission to get Harry back to the Burrow safely and each day George's wound seemed to improve dramatically; it was almost completely healed now, no longer leaking or swollen and only a little sore. His overall mood however, seemed to be deteriorating with each passing day as the reality sunk in, the insecurities and sensitivities bubbling up inside of him, despite your honest and repeated confirmation that he was still your George and still gorgeous. With each day he'd withdrawn a little more, showing less affection and had even taken to sleeping on his own in the single bed. Around the others, he laughed and joked just like normal but in private he was cold and distant with you. Fred had noticed and had pulled him up on it once or twice, delicately questioning what was going off with him, what you'd done wrong, but each time George would deflect the question and find a way to avoid answering entirely. You'd hardly interacted at all the previous day, finding it too hard to be rejected and denied by the man you loved and he had even gone as far as to get Molly to change his bandage so that he wouldn't have to be alone with you. You understood, to a point. You knew he'd be feeling insecure about it and he had a lot to process in terms of adjusting to his new normal, mourning his lost ear and no doubt processing the trauma from the attack, but you still couldn't help but feel devastated that he was outwardly rejecting you, pushing you away, especially after you'd tried everything to help him.
You'd thrown yourself into research, hiding away in Charlie's old, vacant bedroom which you were using as a makeshift work space for potion brewing and research. You'd brewed a myriad of helpful, healing potions, ensuring the order would always have a full supply of whatever they should need, as far as your abilities stretched at least. Text books and old potion books were littered around you as you frantically searched for any hope that you could regenerate or replace George's ear but so far there was nothing. Cursed limbs could not be replaced. You'd been taught that over and over by both Lupin and Snape in your school years but you couldn't stop yourself from trying anyway.
You were scribbling down notes from an old copy of Moste Potente Potions, having found an interesting article about Linfred of Stitchcombe and his medicinal advancements when a knock at the door shocked you. Before you'd even had the chance to call out, the door opened and Fred stuck his head in, his eyes flicking over the mess all around you.
"Mum says tea's nearly ready," he says, casting a sideways glance at you and then returning his gaze to the mess of books and parchment that seemed to consume you.
"Thanks but I need to finish this, can't step away from it yet," you said, gesturing towards the cauldron in the back of the room that was currently brewing calming draught, in the hopes that you could use it on George to rid his shock and trauma, at least temporarily. To accentuate your point, you lifted a finger and with a quick flick, the ladle inside the cauldron stirred the blue-hued liquid, the peppermint scent filling the room even more as it stirred and mixed together.
You heard Fred let out a sigh and you caught sight of him just in time to see his shoulders droop just a little in defeat.
"He'll come around you know," Fred says quietly after a few moments of silence which you'd worked through, flicking through pages of a book you'd searched over and over. You knew he was right, but you were a ball of frustration and pain, desperately trying to keep yourself together and keep yourself from hurting anyone else around you.
"I know," you replied, your tone even. You didn't want to think about it anymore, or keep talking about it and so you gestured for the cauldron to stir once again and went back to thumbing through the book you'd pulled.
When you heard the door shut, you immediately sank into yourself and cast the book aside aggressively, tears falling from your eyes before you could stop them. Only days ago you'd woken up in your bed beside the two men you loved most in the world, completely unaware of what would happen, though of course you knew it was dangerous. Even after, you'd woken up in George's arms and everything seemed manageable, like you could navigate through it together and be there for him, only he didn't want you to. He pulled away and you felt lost, robbed and guilty for pulling away from Fred to give George some space from you, hoping he'd come around soon.
You never made it to dinner that night, nor breakfast the next morning as you agonised over your notes, feeling like there was something missing. Neither George nor Fred had been up since then and you'd worked through the night, stopping only briefly for a few hours sleep as you crawled into the bed out of sheer exhaustion, your eyes not able to comprehensively read anything anymore.
You aggressively sighed when a knock at the door stopped your obsessive reading but when Hermione's voice called out from beyond the door, you put down your book and frowned, curious as to why she would need you. You called out for her to enter and tried to smooth back your hair, particularly the strands you'd pulled out of your haphazard braid in sheer frustration.
She stepped through the door holding a glass of pumpkin juice and a plate of toast, seemingly unfazed by your crazed lair of books.
"Molly sent this," she said, placing down the crockery on the table beside you before moving to sit down on the floor in front of you, crossing her legs.
"Thanks," you said in reply, looking at her with questioning eyes, waiting for the mini lecture to come.
"Have you had much luck?" She asks, gazing at your notes briefly, "Fred said you had been brewing non-stop. Calming Brew is notoriously difficult, I've never been able to."
"Hermione," you said firmly but gently, stopping her kind but unappreciated small talk. "Why are you really here?" You walked the line between firm and rude, hoping that you were falling somewhere on the lighter side but in your exhaustion and overstimulated state, it was hard to tell. Her hands fall to her lap as she plays with them, taking a deep breath as if she's gathering courage.
"Dumbledore gave Harry a task before he died, something which we're sure is crucial to defeating you-know-who, but it's hard to know where to even start, where we need to go and what we might need," she says, not making eye contact. Even in your sleep deprived state, you can tell she's holding back information but right now you were loathe to care. "I'm trying to be prepared for every eventuality, I've been gathering things for months, knowing we might need to leave at any time but there's so much more we might need."
"And you want me to brew some potions for you?" You said, filling in the blanks. Only then does she look up at you with a slight frown, considering her next words carefully.
"Actually, we want you to join us."
You instinctively frown at her in reply, all words falling flat on your tongue as you consider her words.
"Me, why? You finally manage to ask, astounded by her request.
"Y/n," she says, a small, polite smile tugging at her lips, "you're a brilliant witch, a master of potions and the magic you produced to heal George was something I've only ever read about in history books. We hadn't asked you before because we knew you'd never leave Fred and George but it seems the three of us won't be able to do it alone, we had to ask."
You sat in silence as you processed her words, conflict building inside you as you considered your options. Truthfully, your current emotions and circumstances were guiding your decisions but you couldn't deny it was an intriguing proposal. You knew Hermione was serious from the crease in her brow that had only seemed to get more prominent with each passing day.
"I assume there's no time frame?" You ask, feeling your frantic mindset fading from you, a calmness overtaking you instead. She shook her head and averted her eyes down to the book which was laid out in front of her.
"And I can't tell anyone?" You assumed.
"I wiped my parents memory, they don't know I exist anymore," she said in a small voice, wringing her hands harder now, the skin of her palms turning pure white, "it was safer for them, and for me. The order don't know but Ron is telling Molly tonight. You can tell F-"
"Better not to, at least right now," you interject quickly, shooting down that line of thought. She nods in understanding and you let out a deep breathe you'd not realised you'd been holding, breathing restricted by the tension within you.
"Can I think about it?"
"Of course," she says with a smile, moving to stand as she wipes off her hands on the front of her jeans. She gives you a little smile and walks out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You begin to clear up the books and notes, placing them in a mostly neat pile in the corner, focusing your attention on the batch of muffling draught, that had been requested by Madeye before he died for Order use.
You left it barely simmering and took a seat on the unmade bed you'd been sleeping in and let out a long and drawn out sigh. Thoughts were swirling in your brain of every possible option and path. Could you leave Fred and George? What if something happened whilst you were away? What if you never came back? Being away from them when they were transporting Harry was sheer torture, could you go through that again? Or rather, could you put them through that?
The possibility of helping bring down Voldemort was incredibly appealing, knowing that the cause and the Order was more important than personal lives now, the imminent threat of an outright war seeming more and more likely with each passing day. Harry was the best chance we had of defeating Voldemort and your role in the Order was to accomplish this by any means necessary, even if it meant great personal sacrifice.
You sat stewing on your thoughts for a while, making a virtual pros and cons list in your mind, trying to plan ahead but without knowing what needed to be done, it was impossible.
A movement from outside the house caught your eye and you moved over to the window to look out into the garden and surrounding fields, seeing the Weasley men outside erecting the large white marquee for the wedding tomorrow. Fred and George were off to one side whilst Ron and Arthur stood on the other, all of them brandishing their wands in an effort to raise and set up the large tent. Your gaze lingered on Fred before moving to George, who looked in good spirits as they joked between themselves. A flash of pain ran through you as you considered walking out and helping but realising that George would probably ignore you or make excuses to leave, rejecting you once again.
You were about to look away when you noticed a figure in the distance suddenly appear as if out of nowhere, walking stiffly with a large briefcase in his hand as he strode determinedly towards the Burrow. As he walked closer to the house, his facial features and appearance began to get clearer to you, his somewhat familiar, droopy face that seemed to be fixed into a neat permanent frown and shoulder length brown hair.
Rufus Scrimgeour. The new Minister for Magic.
You hurriedly ran down the staircase and rushed into Fred and George's room, quickly throwing a fresh shirt on and began walking out into the kitchen when you saw the minister walk into the house, guided by Arthur.
"I'll need Mr Potter, Mr Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger and Miss y/n y/l/n," he says after shooting down any small talk formalities. Almost immediately, you feel two sets of eyes land on you, both from the 6ft 3 redheads who were hovering around the door. "We'll need somewhere private," he says, looking around at the multiple sets of eyes who are all looking between themselves in suspicion.
"And to Miss y/n y/l/n, I leave my lebetum, in the fond hope that you will never need this.”
The minister then handed the black object to you, a curious looking thing, something you’d never seen nor heard of before. It was similar to the deluminator in ways, looking like the first of its kind. It was long and cylindrical, ornate in design with a fragment of misted glass embedded onto the front. You turned it over in your hand and frowned, looking down at the curious object.
When the Minister left, you, Ron, Hermione and Harry sat in silence for a few moments, all of you processing what had just happened with Albus Dumbledore's will and the bequeathments. Why had Dumbledore chosen you? The golden trio made sense and you'd been close to Dumbledore of course but it was a big surprise to be included.
"It seems Dumbledore wants you onboard too," Harry says after a moment, taking your eyes flicker to his, the glare from his light reflecting glasses shielding his eyes from you.
"Yeah, have you thought about it?" Ron asks, his hand running along the seams of his corduroy trousers, a pair that you recognised Fred abs George to have worn a few years ago, a tiny splatter of ink still visible on the right knee.
You sighed, unsure.
"Still deciding, I want to but," you said, trailing off. You pulled the sleeves down over your hands, trying to give yourself a little regulatory comfort.
"You can't leave them behind," Hermione says softly, anticipating your answer. You nod gently, not meeting anyone's eyes as flashes of Fred and George play in your mind. The thought of leaving them makes your stomach turn uncomfortably, makes you want to sob at the very thought but there was a greater good that needed to be accomplished and you couldn't let fear nor personal feelings be the reason you rejected their proposal.
"But I can't be selfish, not now, if you need me then I'm with you," you say, looking up at Harry, "this task, will it work?"
"It's the best chance we have to defeat Voldemort."
"Then I'm in."
The minute Ron told Molly about their plans, you disappeared back upstairs, away from the conflict and back up to Charlie's old bedroom. Fleur's parents would be arriving this afternoon and you needed to clear away all your stuff from the bedroom to make room for more guests. You checked on your potion and were pleased with the result, bottling it up and cleaning the cauldron with a flourish of your wand. The books, quills and parchment you'd put to one side were all cleared up and collected off the floor as you cast a quick tidying spell, cleaning the sheets and resetting the room back to it's usual setting. You carried the huge and heavy pile of books down the staircase until you stood in front of Fred and George's closed bedroom door, feeling incredibly awkward as you considered knocking, feeling unwelcome for the first time in your relationship.
You didn't knock but instead grabbed the handle and stepped in, struggling under the weight of the books as you set out to find the bag your enchanted with an extension charm.
George was lay on the bed reading when you walked in and for a brief moment you thought that everything could be normal again as he looked up at you, thinking he would open his arms for you to cuddle into, just as you always had. But that was not the case today. Instead, he shifted slightly on the bed so that his body was almost facing away from you whilst still being able to read and a fresh pang of sadness washed over you all over again. You willed yourself not to cry, at least not until you'd left the room and located your bag, placing the notes and books into the bag before moving to your other belongings.
You rummaged through your things, trying to stay quiet as to not antagonise George further before stopping and cursing, not finding the cardigan that you were looking for. You sighed and stood, walking to the set of drawers near the window and pulled out the second drawer, seeing an array of matching wool jumpers. You pulled a burgundy one out from the pile and unfolded it, seeing that it was emblazoned with the letter 'G'. In a move that upset you greatly, you folded the jumper back up and placed it back into the drawer, reaching instead for it's matching counterpart with the 'F' pattern. You closed the drawer and threw on the jumper, wanting to get out of the room immediately as the tension was much too strong and uncomfortable.
You cast a glance to George as you walk out, seeing him sprawled on the bed reading had always been one of your favourite sights, but though he of course looked handsome in the moment, you just felt empty and sad. His eyes slowly drag up to your exiting form but he says nothing and looks back to his book only moments later, apparently not feeling the need to address you at all. Anger began to simmer in you at his outward dismissal and without thought you began speaking.
"Your bandage needs changing," you say in a shockingly cold tone which sounds odd even to your own ears.
"Mum'll do it," he mumbles, barely even sparing you any attention. His words and tone only infuriate you more and you have to bite your tongue, and physically bite the inside of your cheek, to keep your composure, wanting nothing more in that moment than to scream at him. You'd seen him laughing and joking with Fred earlier, why was it just you he was so cold with? Irritation and resentment bubbled up inside of you and you had to be incredibly selective of your next words.
"I'll have to apply some potion to it tomorrow morning, help the scars," you say blankly, leaving no room for his comments as you walked out of the door, the harsh exterior falling from you the second you shut the door behind you, perhaps a little too aggressively in hindsight.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs, Molly immediately recruited you to help out with wedding preparation, having you fluctuate between helping in the kitchen with her and setting up the table for the meal which would be eaten outside on account of the numerous guests staying.
After your chores were finished, you checked to see Fred and George still de-gnoming the garden with Harry and Ron, supposedly taking extra precautions to rid all of the pests from the lawn and surrounding area. Seeing that they were occupied, you took the opportunity to slip back upstairs and entered their room determinedly as you locked the door with a flick of your wand, sat at the desk and pulled out som parchment and ink.
You weren't sure what to write, not knowing the full extent of Dumbledore's task, but you knew it would be dangerous and potentially life threatening, meaning that this letter would be the last thing they had of you if you didn't make it back.
You began with Fred's letter, finding it much easier at present to tell him all the things you needed him to know. Tears slipped from your eyes a few times with the more emotional passages as you tried to explain why you'd gone and how much you loved him. You folded up the letter once you were happy with it and slipped it into a spare envelope that the twins kept in the desk drawer for their owl post orders.
You sat looking at the blank page for what seemed like hours, trying to think of what to say to George. It was hard because you were so hurt but you chose to push that aside, knowing that this might be the last time you'd ever write to him, plus you didn't know when you would be leaving and this may had all blown over by the time he reads this letter.
You placed George's into an envelope too and considered where you were going to store them until you needed them. You thought your bag at first or maybe under their pillows but both were too risky. Instead, you walked to the shelf in the nook of the room and pulled out a potions book that was left over from your teenage years in the room. In front of that was a pinned, magical photo of the three of you, no older than 15, making a snowman outside in the Hogwarts Courtyard, all with your arms around each other with goofy grins on your face. You slipped the letters into the book, not concealing them entirely but just enough, preparing your last clue that would lead them there if you left.
"Princess?" You heard from the other side of the door as someone, who you now knew to be Fred, jingled the door handle. You unlocked the door with your wand and Fred walked in with a concerned look on his face, moving to walk over to you.
"Why was the door locked? You okay?" He asks and you smile up at him, moving to stand in front of him before wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms immediately surround you as he pulls you in to his chest, cuddling you tightly.
"Better now," you mumble into his chest, feeling instantly comforted by his touch.
"Thought I'd lost you to your work," he says playfully and you pull away just a little to crane your neck upwards to look at him.
"Still here, still yours," you smile, reaching up onto your tiptoes for a kiss which he gives you without hesitation. It's short and sweet but meaningful as his left hand clutches your waist, seemingly needing this just as much as you. You smile at each other as you pull away, only to frown a moment later when George walks into the room calling out to Fred, stopping mid conversation as he realises you are there.
Your face drops and the happiness you felt only a few seconds before slips away from you as George makes no move to join you, no joke or tease and certainly no move to steal you away from his brother as they so often did.
"I'll just... see if your mum needs any help," you mumble awkwardly, stepping out of Fred's hold and walking over to the door in defeat.
"You stupid git," you hear Fred say harshly to George just as you close the door. You desperately want to stay and listen to what they are going to say but you decide not to, knowing that it will only upset you further. You can hear the muffled sound of raised voices and a telltale humming noise that alerts you to the fact that they had used a specific silencing charm and your gut twists once again, feeling like the root of the problem. You'd only reached the fourth step down when Fred bursts through the door, shaking his head until he spots you and all the anger falls from his face. He takes your hand as soon as you'd both stepped off the stairs and he leads you to the empty lounge, sitting down first before pulling you down onto the sofa so that you fall into his lap. His arms lock tightly around you and for the first time in days you feel familiarity and comfort. So much so, that you don't even realise your eyes closing as sleep overtakes you, wrapped securely in Fred's arms.
You wake up comfy, cozy and a little confused, still cuddled into Fred though you are no longer alone. George is sat beside you both on the sofa, in touching distance and you fight against your tired eyes as they threaten to close.
"Hey sleeping beauty," Fred smirks down at you, clearly having felt you shift in his lap. You shush him and cuddle into his shoulder a little more, hesitantly flicking your eyes over to George who is, rather surprisingly, looking at you.
"Nice sleep?" He asks, his tone lighter than you'd heard in days when he'd been addressing you. You simply nod in reply, suddenly sheepish at the concept of chatting with him, expecting him to say something hurtful or pull away again if you opened your mouth. His lips turn up at the edges to give you a soft smile but you don't focus on it for long, turning instead to look around you, checking of anyone else was there. You were all alone and under regular circumstances you'd relish in the time together, knowing how rare it was when you were at the Burrow but right now it just felt awkward and weird.
"I'm gonna get a drink," you say quietly as you attempt to climb off of Fred, feeling painfully thirsty after your nap.
"I'll join you," George says as you walk away and you don't even reply, just continue walking around the corner into the kitchen. Any hope that George was going to explain himself fell flat the second you walked into the kitchen and saw Molly whizzing about like her head was on fire, a couple of her children following behind her as she prepares for Fleur's family to arrive. Dinner than night was hosted outside with gorgeous twinkling lights in the trees and a lavish spread that had taken Molly all day to prepare. You sat beside the twins and though George was a little more cordial than before, you still felt distanced from him and wished more than ever that things would just go back to normal.
Later that night you lay in bed with Fred's arm protectively draped across your waist, your body pressed tightly to his front as he spooned you from behind whilst George lay on the other side, not even remotely touching you. You'd had to push the beds together to make room for the extra cot in the room, where Ron lay sleeping just for tonight, having been evicted from his own room as Bill and Charlie took his, Arthur and Molly took Charlie's and Monsieur and Madame Delacour took Molly and Arthur's room.
Having George this close to you only seemed to make him feel further away and you cried yourself to sleep that night, tears silently streaming down your face and soaking your pillow until you eventually fell into a restless sleep.
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I am working on condensing the FictionAlley SCUSA Master Ship List (Pairing List) into a GoogleSheets. I have the list of ship names using the Wayback machine but the tagging, or shortened pairing names, are kind of hard to find if not listed on Fanlore or the Shipping Wiki. For example Harmony for Harry/Hermione is common but for less common pairing of Neville & Lavender is extremely harder to find. So what are any shortened pairing names that you know of other than Harmony, Drinny, Druna and Fredmione?
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MASTERLIST
Request status: Closed!
You can find all my fics, drabbles and headcanons here! And if you’d like to request but are unsure of who I write for check out my intro post here!
LOTR
Hair Braiding, Regressor!Legolas, Cg!Gimli
Flip!Pippin Took Headcanons!
Cg!Samwise Gamgee Headcanons!
ROTTMNT
Pillow Fort, Regressor!Donnie, Cg!Leo
Regressor!Donnie headcanons!
Regressor!Leo struggling to slip headcanons!
Regressor!Raph headcanons!
Comfort Cuddles, Regressor!Raph, Cg!Mikey
Family Portrait, Regressor!Mikey!
Into the Spider-Verse
Cg!Spider-Man Noir headcanons!
Building Blocks, Cg!Noir, Agere!Penni+Miles
Scott Pilgrim
Bedtime routine, Regressor!Scott, Cg!Wallace headcanons!
Regressor!Gideon Graves headcanons!
Caregiver Ramona Flowers headcanons!
Babysitter!Ramona watching regressor!Scott headcanons!
The little things, regressor!Scott
Regressor!Scott, Regressor!Wallace headcanons!
A little slip up, Cg!Wallace, Regressor!Scott
Regressor!Scott and Cg!Wallace headcanons!
Hazbin Hotel
Staring, cg!Adam & regressor!reader
Warm milk and snuggles, cg!husker & regressor!reader
Cg!Vox & Regressor!Velvette Headcanons!
Cg!Rosie & Uncle!Alastor Headcanons!
Cg!Sir Pentious, Padded!Regressor!Reader Headcanons!
Cg!Adam, Regressor!Reader Headcanons!
Cg!Lucifer, baby!regressor!Reader Headcanons!
Nightmares, cg!Sir Pentious & Regressor!Reader
Cg!Sir Pentious Headcanons!
Cg!Angel Dust & Padded!Regressor!Reader
Cg!Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons!
Cg!Husker Headcanons!
Cg!Rosie & Clingy!Baby!Reader headcanons!
Cg!Angel Dust Headcanons
Regressor!Niffty & Cg!Alastor
Babysitter, regressor!reader & babysitter!Alastor
Crayon scribbles, regressor!reader & cg!Alastor
Angel Dust Stimboard
Alastor Stimboard
Helluva Boss
Cg!Asmodeus & Baby!Regressor!Reader
Cg!Stolas Headcanons!
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My master list
(updated!!)
Orange- Smut, porn, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut
Purple- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides smut) that requires a warning. Such as Abuse, Cannibalism, Death on page, Dysphoria, Eating disorders, Graphic medical descriptions(Abortion/Birth/Miscarriage), Graphic violence, Incest, Rape/non-con, Self-harm, Suicide/suicidal thoughts, Yandere themes, and more
Blue- Content that’s not for everyone, stuff like angst, alcohol/drugs(minor drugs such as medication or weed), depression, swearing, violence, weapons
Green- No warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings
Ideas
Idea 1- Cross and Nightmare
Idea 2- Killer x Dream
Idea 3- Cross, Dream and Nightmare
Idea 4- Cross and SwapDream
Idea 5- SwapDream x Nightmare
Idea 6- DS! Dream and DS! Nightmare
Idea 7- Ccino x Nightmare
Idea 8- Cross x Dream
Oneshots
Eddsworld, Tom x Tord Mine
Eddsworld, Eduardo x Reader, Help
Eddsworld, Tom x Tord, Losing you
Eddsworld, Future Tord x Reader, I’m sorry
Metal family, Glam x M!Reader, Lust
Metal family, Mary, Drinking
Good omens, Aziraphale and Crowley, Can’t be replaced
Resident evil 8, Mia and Dimitrescu’s daughters, Tasty Toy
Bendy and the Ink Machine, Sammy Lawrence x Reader, Memories
Camp camp, David and Max, Not okay
Hazbin Hotel, Alastor and Vox, The wonders of hell
Undertale
Undertale, (Nightmare Gang and the Dream team), Stop
Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), A sick Cross
Undertale, (Lust and Bad sans), Lust joins the gang
Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates
Undertale, (Nightmare x Killer), Lazy day
Undertale, (Blue x Dream), Desperate
Undertale, (Cross x Nightmare), Sorry Mommy
Undertale, (Error x Nightmare), Bad Day
Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates 2
Undertale, (Geno x Reaper), Burning desire
Undertale, (Bad sans poly), I don’t deserve it
Undertale, (Bad sans poly), Pups
Undertale, (Dream and Nightmare), I deserve this
Undertale, (None), Toxic happiness
Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Comfortable
Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Not done yet
Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia
Undertale, (Killer x Cross, BSP), Dusting
Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Husbands in crime
Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia 2
Undertale, (Blue x Dream), The past
Undertale, (Cross), This too shall pass
Undertale, (Nightmare x SD! Dream), Overworking
Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Stay
Undertale, (Fatal Error x Reaper), Don’t go
Spooky Month Oneshots
Under Editing!
Spooky month, (Streber x Kevin), Aftercare
Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Risky
Spooky month, (Streber x Reader), Cute
Spooky month, (John x Jack), Relaxing
Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Tired
Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Lucky
Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Halloween Nightmares
Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Feeling good
Spooky month, (Kevin), Passing the time
Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Nervous
Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Rules
Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), The video
Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), Long day
Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Did you know
Spooky month, (John x Jack), Meltdown
Spooky month, (Jack x Reader) Join me
Spooky month, (Skid and teen sibling Reader), Protector
Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), Here for you
Spooky month, (Bob), Release
Spooky month, (Radford x Reader), Lunch
Spooky month, (Vampire Streber x Reader), Hungry
Spooky month, (Yandere Bob x Reader), Creepy cannibal
Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Taking control
Spooky month, (Jack x Prisoner Reader), Flirting
Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Owner
Spooky month, (Streber x M!Reader), No matter what
Spooky month, (Streber x Vampire Kevin), Inaccurate
Spooky month, (Radford x Vampire Kevin), Drunk
Spooky month, (John x Reader), Semi-Public
Spooky month, (John x Jack), Safeword
Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Worried
Spooky month, (Genderbend Lila x Reader), Grown up things
Spooky month, (Streber), Thinking of you
Spooky month, (John x Jack), Happy anniversary
Spooky month, (Rick x Radford), Bundle of blankets
Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), First date
Spooky month, (John x Jack), Easing stress
Spooky month, (John x Jack x Reader), Three is a party
Spooky month, (Kevin), Killer Kevin
Spooky month, (John x Prisoner Reader), See you around
Spooky month, (Jack x Reader), Waiting for you
Spooky month, (Genderbend Jaune x Reader), Multiple rounds
Spooky month, (Kevin x Trans! Reader), Great night
Spooky month, (Trans! Streber x Reader), No matter what
Spooky month, (Jack x Suicidal Reader), Helping you through it
Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Rest day
Spooky month, (Radford x M!Reader), Holding you
Preferences
Spooky month their nicknames for you
Headcanons
Spooky month Kevin HC with s/o who teases him
Match ups
Eddsworld Match up part one
Spooky month Match up part two
Undertale match up
Stories (Anything more than one chapter)
Abandoned! Don’t Starve Wilson X Reader Prologue
last updated 4/4/2024
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Masterlist
Old writings
Multi-fandom
Timeless - narnia, marvel, lockwood & co, marauders
Harry Potter
Holding you - George Weasley x reader
Sweet Dreams - Male Weasley x reader
Loving George Weasley HC
Dating Neville Longbottom HC
Everything Has Changed - Neville x reader HC
I Just Wanted to Live a Little - George Weasley x reader
She Doesn’t Like Wearing Socks to Bed - previous George Weasley x reader & current Cedric Diggory x reader
Strawberries and Kisses - George Weasley x reader
The Moon and Me - Golden Trio x reader (platonic)
Marauders
The Great Hall Incident- Regulus Black x reader
Ethereal - Regulus Black x reader
Brighter Than The Stars - Regulus Black x reader
What to do when a Buck Arrives to your Picnic - James Potter x reader
You’re not very pretty - James Potter x reader
The Comeback - Marauders x reader (Sirius Black x reader)
Going Softly... - James Potter x reader
My Son. - Fleamont Potter x James Potter
Sweet blurb - Remus Lupin x reader
The Way the Rain Falls - Sirius Black x Potter!reader
Trust - Sirius Black x reader
Golden Slumbers Masterlist - Sirius Black x reader series
You Will Never Be A God Masterlist - marauders x Pettigrew!reader
Marvel
Cinderella - Tony Stark x Morgan Stark
Why Do You Sneeze So Loud - Peter Parker x reader
I Was Never Interested in Space- Steve Rogers x reader
The Power of Hand Holding- Loki Laufeyson x reader
Taking Care of You - Peter Parker x reader
Only a Second - Frank Castle x reader
Moments Like These - dad T'Challa x young reader
That Red Love - evil Bucky x evil reader
Our Last Goodbye - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x non bio daughter reader
Pietro Maximoff HC
Narnia
Don’t Forget About Me - Edmund Pevensie x reader
Enemies to Lovers? - Caspian x reader
I Know, I Know - Caspian x reader
The Hobbit
Across Realms - Kili Durin x reader
The Bedroom Theory - Kili Durin x reader
Too Late For Tea? - company x reader (fili x reader, but that's not the main plot really)
Ethereal Deity - Fili Durin x reader
We aren't married... yet - Kili Durin x reader
Criminal Minds
You're Gonna Go Far - BAU x reader (aaron hotchner x reader --- but its not really a big point of the fic)
We'll Be Waiting For You - BAU x reader (You're gonna go far pt 2)
Across a Crowded Room - Spencer Reid x reader
What a Mess - Emily Prentiss x reader (younger reader -platonic)
The Barbie Movie - Spencer Reid x reader (a sprinkle of Derek and Penelope)
Lockwood & Co
The Barbie Movie - company x reader (George Karim x reader)
One of us - company x reader (George Karim x reader)
The Summer I Turned Pretty
Summertime Sadness - JJ Maybank x Fisher!fem!reader (conrad x sister!reader)
Dandelion Wishes - Conrad Fisher x sister!reader (though jeremiah, susanah, belly, and steven are all mentioned and make an apperance)
On The Nights You Can't Sleep - Conrad Fisher x sister!reader
Driving Lessons - Jeremiah Fisher x sister!reader
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