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Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed. [Fred Weasley x Reader]
Title: Beloved, Besotted, Betrothed.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader.
Timeline: {DH1} set during Bill and Fleur’s wedding. No mentions of War or Voldy.
Summary: Weddings always bring out the best in people, but you hadn’t expected it to bring out something else entirely within Fred.
Warnings: SMUT. P in v sex, oral sex both male and female receiving, Role-play, illusions to choking, Fred has a wife kink? Innocence kink. Strong cursing. Mentions that reader has curves and large breasts. Established relationship. Talk of marriage.
"Oh Molly you look beautiful," you say as you step into the kitchen, seeing your boyfriend's mum all dolled up ready for her eldest son's wedding. You had been upstairs getting ready with the bride and the rest of the bridesmaids, finishing your hair and makeup when you remembered that Fleur's fascinator was still in the box on the kitchen table.
The men had been tasked with setting up the marquee outside and had been essentially banished from the house as the women got ready, with strict warnings from Molly to not mess about, those warnings no doubt pointedly aimed at Fred and George.
"Oh thank you dear," she says blushing as she fusses with a piece of her hair, flustered by the compliment.
She was wearing a long green and turquoise patterned dress with flowing sleeves, a little satin waistband and a ruffled pattern on her right shoulder that resembled a flower. Her signature red hair had been curled with one section pinned back and decorated with a beautiful antique hair brooch and her makeup complimented her look perfectly.
"It's so nice to be all dressed up," she giggles as she waved her wand slightly, the plates of food on the counter becoming magically wrapped by a covering to keep the food fresh. You smile at her, nodding your head to agree as you spot the box from the table, choosing to spend a little time with Molly before retreating back upstairs.
"I wish it were you and Fred getting married today," she says with a sigh, looking out the window towards the Weasley men, and Harry, who are all trying to erect the tent. Your chest swells as you spot Fred looking so handsome in his suit, minus the blazer jacket, his golden waistcoat glimmering in the sun as he concentrates on the spot he's lifting with his wand.
"Molly," you playfully scold, knowing exactly what she meant by that. She gives you a little look where she pretends to be contrite for just a moment before scrunching her nose up and shrugging.
Fleur was not her first choice of daughter in law as she'd admitted to you more than once that she found her bossy and rude and had questioned the longevity of their relationship as she believed they were rushing into things, that the physical attraction between them was the most prominent reason why they were together.
Truthfully, you quite liked Fleur. She could be a little off handed with some of her comments, a little too quick to say what she thought rather than consider the effect of her words but you always thought it could be because of her having to mentally translate before speaking English. You couldn't deny that she had not made clever moves to try and impress Mr and Mrs Weasley and had inadvertently criticised their home, the family and Molly's favourite singer, Celestina Warbeck, all in the same sentence. If you hadn't been so protective of the Weasley family, you'd probably had actually found it impressive that she'd managed to offend nearly everyone in the household in less than two minutes.
You'd met during your sixth year at Hogwarts when the triwizard tournament had taken place and had become good friends with her and two of her Beauxton schoolmates Colette and Clemence, both of whom were also bridesmaids.
"I'm just saying," Molly says with a little knowing smirk. "I can't wait to have you as my daughter."
"Then you'll have to talk to your son," you quipped, casting one last look back outside to where the men were still trying to get the tent up straight, seeing even from afar that Fred's tongue had slipped out to rest in his bottom lip, something he did when he was concentrating hard.
"Believe me I will," she says with a smile, reaching out to pat your shoulder before walking over to the sink to busy herself.
You grab the box with Fleur's fascinator in and return back upstairs to finish getting the bride ready. Once Fleur was ready, you quickly changed into your bridesmaid's dress, each of you helping zip the others up before smoothing out your curled hair in front of the mirror.
The dress was a beautiful grey silk with a blue undertone that clung to every one of your curves, perfectly tailored to your body. Each dress was just slightly different but all had the same structure and little cape over the shoulders that was reminiscent of their Beauxbaton school uniform, a little ode to their magical roots.
"Fred will die when he sees you in that," Colette says as she appears behind you in the mirror, a smile tugging at her glossy lips as she looks at you. Her accent never failed to make you smile, hearing her try to pronounce 'Fred' in such a thick, French accent was always a little humorous to you.
"Oh hush," you say, casting one last glance at your body, smoothing out any lines in the silk.
You had to admit that you did feel incredibly sexy in the dress, though it was still modest in principle, it definitely showcased your features splendidly. Your breasts were considerably fuller than the other girls who all had slim figures and small breasts whereas you had a more hourglass figure that was openly showcased in the dress, something you knew Fred would enjoy greatly. You'd had to make adjustments to the cups of the dress multiple times in fittings as your breasts didn't fit in the same style as the others and so with a little ingenuity from the tailors, they'd adapted your dress to hold your chest a little better.
You checked the time and saw that there was still half an hour to go before the ceremony was due to begin and so you began to clear away the makeup and beauty stuff that littered the room.
Fleur's mother knocked on the door a little while later and you decided to leave them for a private moment, just Fleur, Gabrielle and their mother.
You passed Ginny as you walked down the stairs, seeing her eyebrows shoot up as she looked at you. Ginny had not been a bridesmaid, on account of her dislike for the bride. Bill hadn't been offended and truthfully neither had Fleur but you still felt a bit of guilt at being a bridesmaid at her own brothers wedding when she wasn't.
"Has Fred seen you yet?" She asks, walking in her dressing gown towards her room.
"No? Hello by the way," you replied, a little confused by her smirk but instead of replying she simply giggled and slipped through the door of her bedroom.
You hadn't expected to see anyone except Molly downstairs, knowing that the boys had been banished, but when you reached the kitchen it wasn't Molly that you saw leaning against the counter. Fred.
He was facing away from you, reading the paper from what you could see, his hip resting on the counter as he leaned down, looking devastatingly handsome, even from behind.
"What do you think?" You asked quietly, creeping into the kitchen. You didn't miss his little jump of surprise, which made you bite back a smile as he turned towards you, smirking already as it he was already planning a snarky reply.
The second he turned and saw you, his mouth opened on its own accord, jaw dropping, seeing him freeze as he openly gawked at you. You had to bite back a laugh at his reaction, seeing that it was even better than you'd hoped.
"I," he began to say before clearing his throat, his fingers doing an involuntary dance at his sides as his eyes take over you, before fixing his gaze to your breasts. "I think it's illegal to look hotter than the bride on her wedding day."
You laugh and watch as he seems to bounce back to usual, though his gaze linger a little longer on your curves before he reaches out to you. You place your hand in his and he pulls you gently towards him, delicately placing his arms around you as to not crease your dress.
"Ah, lipstick," you say, pulling away from him as he tries to kiss you, making him frown and pout at your denial of a kiss. "I promise you can mess it up after the ceremony." His eyes a little as he shoots a wicked smirk at you, his hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress, running his hands over the curve of your waist.
"You look so beautiful," he says, smiling down at you. Even with your heels, he still towers over you with his height.
"And you look very handsome," you replied, reaching up to push his hair back from his face as you smile at each other.
"Well don't you look nice," George says, interrupting your moment, walking in with his bandage wrapped tightly around his head.
You turn and smile at him as Fred grumbles under his breath for his twin ruining the moment.
"How are you feeling Georgie?" You ask, looking at him with concern, even though it had been nearly five days since he received the unfortunate curse, you were still worried about his pain levels and him in general.
"Stable enough to walk down the aisle with you," he winks, earning another grumble from Fred. He'd been overwhelmingly annoyed at not being able to walk with you down the aisle even though he was also a groomsman but Molly had insisted on the fact, knowing it was both tradition and superstition that unmarried couples should never walk down the aisle together. Fred had instead been paired with Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister, whilst you were paired with George, a rather unfair deal he had stated.
"I better get back," you said, your gaze flickering to the stairs, knowing that you needed to get Fleur ready for the ceremony.
"I love you," Fred says, a surprisingly sentimental tone to his voice that made you pause, his hand now holding yours as he looks at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"I love you more," you say teasingly, slowly pulling away from him as you climb the stairs once more to help the bride.
The ceremony was beautiful and the newlyweds looked utterly joyful and in love, with smiles all around. You could feel Fred's eyes on you at multiple times during the ceremony and each time without fail he would either wink at you or smile sarcastically sweetly, trying to break up the formality of the situation.
At the reception, you'd been carrying out your role as bridesmaid flawlessly, helping with gifts, chatting to guests and even helping Fleur go to the toilet in her elaborate, poofy dress. When you returned to the marquee, you could see Fred and Molly chatting in the corner and so you took a seat next to George at the table, resting your head on his shoulder as the early morning and demand of the day began catching up with you.
"Tired, maid of the bride?" George joked as he shifted down a little in his seat so that you would be able to rest your head on his shoulder without straining. You simply nodded in reply, closing your eyes for just a moment before opening them and looking around the room at everyone you loved, all of whom enjoying themselves.
"Mind if I steal my girl?" A familiar voice asks from behind you and you can't help but smile as you lift your head from George's shoulder and look up to find Fred with his hand outstretched, ready to steal you away. You place your hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor as a slow song begins to play.
"This is familiar, eh princess?" He smirks, taking your waist in his other hand as he pulls you close. "I thought nothing would ever top your Yule ball dress but you always manage to surprise me." You smile up at him and can't help but study his gorgeous features, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world in that moment. Memories of the Yule ball danced in your mind, Fred's long hair, your glittering dress and the fun you had that night making a smile erupt on your face.
"You know, when we get married I hope there's none of this crap," he says, looking around at the slightly overdone decorations, curtesy of Fleur's imagination and her father's wallet.
"When?" You asked, a little teasing smile tugging at your lips, "that's a little presumptuous don't you think Weasley?" He smirks, spinning you gently in his arms before pulling you back into his chest, holding you even closer.
"Princess I've been calling you my future wife since the moment we first met, ask George," he chuckles slightly, still rocking you in his arms. "There's no one else I would ever want to call my wife."
You smiled up at him and reached up to press a kiss to his lips in the middle of the dance floor, not caring once bit about the mass of people around you. He kisses you back immediately, also unfazed by the people around you as you sink completely into the moment, just the feel of Fred around you and the sound of the music in the background.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He says dreamily, his hand stroking the spot on your waist where it resides.
"Not in the last hour," you tease with a smile.
"Then I must apologise, a woman as beautiful as you deserves to be told constantly."
"I think you're drunk," you say with a blush at his words and he chuckles whilst shaking his head.
"Just in love," he replies giving you a look of utter adoration that takes your breath away.
You dance for a little while with Fred before George steals you away for a dance, then Bill and then Arthur. You laugh as Arthur twirls you around, seeing Fred doing the same to Ginny not too far away from you. You'd never felt more loved and included than you did in that moment, feeling like a Weasley already. Fred eventually steals you back from his dad as a more rambunctious song comes on and you dance wildly around the dance floor between both the twins, no longer caring about holding your composure or ruining your dress as you fling your arms about, jumping around with the younger guests.
You couldn't help but tease Fred as the night carries on, dancing a little more provocatively as the upbeat music continues, swinging your hips as you dance. You lightly grind against him acting as if it was an accident at first but he soon realises exactly what you're doing, his hands coming up to grip your hips hard as he stands behind you and leans down to talk in your ear so you'd hear him over the music.
"I know what you're doing princess," he says breathily in your ear, pressing his crotch tightly to your backside. Apparently your little deviant plan was working as you felt his semi-excited member pressed against you which made you smirk.
You soon around and Fred immediately places his arms around you, caging you into his body.
"Want to sneak away?" You said quietly with a little devilish smirk as you flirt with him, "you know, I won't be able to get out of this dress all by myself."
"Let's go princess," he says with a little smirk, patting your bum twice before taking your hand and leading you out of the tent back towards the house. You looked around you, checking that no one was watching but it all truthfulness you couldn't care less.
The house was still deserted when you entered, with all the other family members and guests still partying outside. Fred stopped at the base of the stairs as you began to bunch up the bottom of your dress to climb the mountain of stairs and suddenly lurched at you, picking you up bridal style earning a little surprised squeak from you and a chuckle from him.
He attempted to kiss you whilst you were in his arms and ascending the stairs but you quickly put an end to it, knowing that he'd most likely bang your head on one of the many wooden banisters or worse due to being distracted. As soon as you stepped through the door to his and George's room, he slammed the door shut with his leg, still carrying you as he went to throw you on the bed, briefly muttering a silencing charm before he turns his attention back to you. He wasted no time and crawled on top of you, pausing only briefly to take in the sight of you all dressed up and sprawled out on his bed before he captured you in a delicious kiss.
The kiss deepened immediately with Fred's tongue swiping at your lip, his hands already running over your curves, teasing both himself and you as he puts off touching you in the places you desperately want him to. His kisses begin to extend down your neck, towards your collarbones as you heave out a calming breath, already feeling wonderfully overwhelmed by the sensations. He kisses over your clothes breasts and a flick switches in you, needing to feel his lips everywhere without obstruction. He apparently feels exactly the same and begins fumbling at the little zipper on the side of the dress.
You untie the little cape and let that open wide, waiting for Fred to do the last little clasp which you knew he'd enjoy. You reach for his hand and pull it towards the little clasp in between your breasts which he opens in no time, watching as your naked breasts spill out of the dress, not having been able to wear a bra all day. He curses under his breath as he looks at your bare breasts and you take the time to slide the rest of the fabric down your torso so that you're left in just your lace panties.
"Godric you're beautiful," he says more to himself than anything as he looks over your body before his gaze flicks up to you and he smiles before diving it for another kiss. His hand that he isn't bearing weight on comes up to massage and toy with your breasts and you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his mouth where you want it. He senses what you want and immediately begins feasting on your tits, licking and sucking as your sensitive nipples which had you gasping and writhing almost immediately.
You begin pulling as his collar, desperate to get him naked too as you push him, flipping him over so that he was lay flat on the bed. You crawl to straddle him and you don't miss the glimmer in his eyes as your almost naked body climbs over his, breasts swaying as you begin to suck at his neck, making him moan.
You pop open the buttons on his collar, pulling off his tie and open up each individual button, placing a kiss on the newly exposed skin as you make your way down his torso, thankful that he'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat earlier in the night. You almost ripped the shirt off him as soon as the last button was done and you ran your fingers over his gorgeous chest and shoulders, running down his stomach until you reached his little happy trail.
You moved down on the bed so that you were face to face with his crotch and began opening the fastenings of his trousers, pulling them over his hips and down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers, the outline of his impressive length clearly visible. You placed a kiss to his cock through his underwear and heard him groan, knowing he was watching your every move.
You looked up at him and saw his intense gaze, making you smirk as you tugged at the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his excited length springing out and falling onto his lower belly as you tug away the underwear, discarding them across the room. The sight of him bare before you, his perfect cock already hard and leaking was enough to make your mouth water and you couldn't help but lean down and press a few fluttering kisses along his length, feeling it twitch against your lips in excitement.
Maintaining eye contact with Fred, you gave him your sexiest look and leant down further to take his cock into your mouth, licking all the way around the sensitive tip as you tasted him. He groaned and shoved his head back against the bed at the sensation as you took more and more of him into your mouth, running your tongue along the veined underside of his cock to extend his pleasure. As you began to bob slowly on his cock, you were rewarded with loud groans and curses of your name from Fred, his cock only hardening further in your mouth.
"Godric princess, your mouth is fucking perfect," he groans in bliss.
Your hand came up to support your ministrations as you began to pump the few inches you weren't sucking, running your hands over his balls and giving them a very gentle tug like he liked, all of which making him writhe and groan.
"Princess, get up here," he says, suddenly reaching his hand out for you. You kisses his tip one last time before crawling up his body, his hands immediately reaching for you as he pulls you into him, one hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a sinful kiss.
"Merlin," he says, pulling away as he runs a hand over his face, "you have no idea what these little white panties are doing to me."
"Do they make me look innocent?" You ask with a little smile, kissing down his jaw, eliciting another breathy moan from Fred.
"Yeah, but it's like you're the bride, making me lose it picturing it being our wedding night," he admits, his hands gripping you tighter in his hold, one large hand cupping and massaging your bum covered by the white lace. Your eyes widen a little in surprise, though he doesn't see, as you take in his words.
"That get you going big boy?" You ask breathily in his ear, still nibbling at his jaw as your hands explore his chest, briefly catching his nipples as you roam. "Picturing me as your bride? You like the idea of fucking your new wife?" He curses and moans, hips surging at your words, answering your question.
"Fuck baby," he whines as your hand wraps around his cock and begins slowly pumping him, your thumb catching the beads of precum and rubbing it into his soft tip.
"Maybe you like the idea of ripping off my sweet, appropriate little wedding dress and seeing exactly what's underneath."
He moans louder than you remembering ever being as your speed increases, your words having an evident affect on him.
"Or is it that everyone would know how good you're fucking your new wife, that everyone would know that I belong to you?" His hips start to stutter and you know he won't last much longer, the mixture of your hand on his cock and the words in his ear almost too much for him as he nods along with you, whining and groaning.
"Mrs Fred Weasley does sound good don't you think?" You ask him with a little smug smile at how he curses, hands scrambling to touch your tits as you pump him. "Y/n Weasley, Fred's wife." He's so close you can almost taste it, knowing he's just need a little nudge with the game you were playing.
"You wanna pretend it's our wedding night? I'll let you do anything you want to me husband, let you fuck everything that's yours."
He moans loudly as his hips stutter, your hand working his quickly as your other hand cups his balls as he erupts, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his stomach as you pump him through his orgasm, not stopping until his body stops twitching. He's breathless as he comes down from his high, chest heaving as a look of bliss falls over his face.
"Merlin," he says, finally opening his eyes to look at you, seeing your wicked little smirk. "Fuck that was hot." You smile as you reach down to grab his shirt from the floor, wiping his pleasure from his abdomen before throwing it back down onto the floor.
"Now, I think it's time I looked after my bride don't you think?" He says with a wicked grin, hands already pawing at you as he cups your jaw, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping over your curves as he suddenly pushes you down onto the bed. His mouth wastes no time in pleasing you, immediately latching back into your breasts as he goes all out, grabbing, toying and sucking your breasts, never leaving the other one left out.
His fingers begin to drift down your body and tease your inner thighs as your legs part in anticipation, your arousal dripping from you at this point. When Fred's fingers finally slip between your legs and he feels the abundant wetness of your panties he curses again, latching onto your nipple and giving a harsh suck making you gasp.
"Mrs Weasley, so wet for me," he says with a smirk, slipping one finger inside your panties and into your waiting hole. You moan out at the sensation, feeling his thumb come up to toy with your aching clit and you can't help but roll your hips, unable to keep still as his fingers work you perfectly. "So good baby, so fucking perfect."
"Freddie," you keen as he adds a second finger, adjusting his angle so that he can press up against your gspot, making you writhe against him. The panties restrict his movements but it doesn't seem to faze him, working his magic on you.
He suddenly pulls his hand from you, making you whine but he quickly grabs and spins you on the bed so that you're on your hands and knees, his ability to manhandle you so effortlessly only furthering your arousal.
He moved to stand behind you, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as his fingers toy with the white lace panties you're still wearing. His hands hook into the waistband and you feel him rip off your panties, pulling them right down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. You gasp as the cool air hits your sensitive pussy lips and within seconds his mouth is on you, feasting deliciously on your dripping cunt.
"Freddie!" You moan, pushing your hips back as his tongue slips between your lips, lapping as your clit before slipping into your little hole. His entire face is pressed against your pussy and you can hardly contain your moans as you feel his mouth playing you like an instrument. His tongue circles your clit before he sucks on it in little bursts, making your hips writhe against his face. He alternates between sucking and licking, covering himself in your arousal before he suddenly pulls open your ass and really dives into your pussy, locking his lips around your clit and sucking, tongue circling the little bud.
"Fred!" You shout as you cum, hips rolling over his face as he laps at you over and over in just the right spot, letting you ride out your pleasure.
Your orgasm has done nothing to calm your arousal, if anything it's only spurred on a further need for Fred as you turn and drag him down onto the bed with you, kissing him feverishly as you feel the signs of his arousal renewed against your leg.
"Freddie, fuck your wife," you say, dragging a breathy moan and a curse from his lips as your hands reach out for him in anyway you can get him, hips raising up in desperation.
"I've got you sweetheart," he reassures you as he kisses you one last time before reaching down to kiss your nipples, hands lifting your legs, seeing you beautifully exposed before him. "My perfect girl, so fucking hot."
"Yeah you got a hot little wife Freddie?" You tease, knowing that your words would only fuel his fire.
"The fucking hottest," he growls, pumping his cock twice before positioning himself right at your entrance.
"Give it to me good Freddie, only you can fuck your wife so good like this."
He curses and grabs hold of his cock, tossing your legs into his shoulders as you feel him slowly sink into you, stretching you out as he gets deeper and deeper. You both moan in unison as he moves his hips, hitting all the right spots inside you before he begins to pick up his pace, big hands holding your thighs tightly. He watches as your breasts begin to bounce in time with his thrusts and you can't help but raise your arms up to grab hold of the metal headboard so you can get leverage to raise your hips in time with his, letting the last inch of his sink into you.
"Yeah you like that sweetheart? Your husband fucking you good? Fuck you are so tight," he says, eyes flicking between your breasts and watching his cock disappear into your pussy.
"So good Freddie," you moan out, arching your back as he pounds into you. "Only you can fuck me this good." You right hand slips off the bed frame and you start to circle your clit for a little extra pleasure until Fred notices and bats your hand away.
"Dirty girl, your husband not taking care of you good enough? Is my big cock not enough for you?" He teases.
You begin to whimper in reply, "no it is, so good baby."
He immediately pulls out of you and flips you over like it's nothing, pulling your hips up slightly before he slams back into you. He takes no prisoners with his thrusting as you feel his balls slapping against you, his left hand gripping your hip so hard it'll almost certainly leave a bruise. His right hand snakes around your hip abs begins toying with your clit deliciously and you can't help but rock your hips, your insides clenching around Fred's thick length as you cry out.
"Oh Freddie!" You cry out, feeling thoroughly fucked as he slams into you. "You're so deep!"
"Come on my little perfect wife, I want you to cum all over your husbands cock," he says, leaning down and changing the angle slightly so that he rubs against your gspot making a silent scream erupt from you. The hand that was holding your hip suddenly shifts and he wraps it around your throat as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips stuttering just enough that you know he's close. His hand doesn't squeeze nor put any pressure on but just feeling his long fingers wrapped around your throat whilst he plays with your clit and pounds into you is enough to send you hurling towards your end.
"Freddie Freddie Freddie!" You chant as you cum, nails clawing into the bedsheets as you feel the white hot pleasure erupt within you, your hips rolling back onto his cock as he pounds you even harder, no doubt feeling your walls squeezing him. He suddenly lets go of your throat and scrambles to grab hold of your hips as he slams his length into you once more and holds you tightly to him, buried entirely in you as he cums. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he shoots his load as deep in you as he can, groaning and cursing behind you as your name falls from his lips.
After a few moments, he pulls out and watches as his cum begins to dribble out of you, cursing once again at the sight. You feel him shift and he presses a kiss to your back before carefully shifting you so that you were lying on the bed as he slips in next to you, instinctively reaching to pull you into his side.
You lean up and kiss him as his arms snake around you, one hand resting gently over your breast, thumb idly passing over your nipple.
"I love you so much sweetheart," he says, pulling off your lips but never really moving away as he kisses you again.
"I love you Freddie," you say, pouring as much love as you can into your words.
"Gonna marry you one day princess," he mumbles and you can suddenly hear the tiredness in his voice.
"If you're gonna fuck me like that again, I'd marry you right now," you said breathlessly, entwining your fingers with his.
He chuckles, squeezing your hand in his as his eyes close, "give me 10."
"I want to be your wife one day," you say quietly a few moments later, no longer teasing. You feel Fred's eyes open and he looks at you with a look you can't place.
"Sweetheart, nothing would make me happier than you being my wife, but stop talking about it before I get hard again."
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cuddles with a needy fred weasley
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c â l i n e t
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- fred weasley
a/n: caline means to embrace, and it sounded fitting. latley i feel like i need a hug right now but its going to be allright. this was inspired by something happened in a dream
with love,
tiya
requested- yes
warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited
Fred Weasley just adored picking the most obnoxious and utterly stupid topics to fight over. it was a love language, just a one you haven't uncoded yet but he was more than ready to wait. He just adored seeing you perplexed and infuriated with him, he just loved how all of your attention was put in to prove him wrong.
But this time it didn't play as to Freddy's hand. It usually was a small disagreement and it led to noting problematic.
You found yourself going out of the way to not look at him, touch him, or even being near him. You wanted to, you really did but you felt a heavy sense of hatred whenever he flashed that devilishly hansome smile of his. you ought to pour a bucket of chillies on him, lord.
it was'nt his intention that the fight to hit a spot, he just wanted to see that annoyed look that made him skip a beat. well, what not a better time to take the situation into his own hands.
Friday, last period where you had herbology with professor Sprout while he had a free. She had to pass the courtyard if she planned on leaving the class and that would be exactly where he would stand waiting.
You noticed him, you always notice him first. He had his robe on the grass, and his sleeves roled. he was supported by the bench and was manspread taking all the space.
But before you had the chance to get away he pulled you on your wrist, the movement caught you off balance and you found yourself on his lap.
"i'm sorry, i did'nt know you'd get angry darlin, it was just to see you annoyed"
"why do you always go out of the way to get me so upset?"
he couldn't answer that, atleast not to her face. they lived in ignorance and they woul'dnt thrive if they aknowledged their feelings.
"I am not sitting on your lap, did you miss the part where I'm mad at you?"
"you can sit on my lap and be mad at me my love."
he put his hands around her waist and brought her closer while taking her book bag and gently placing it on the floor.
"shutup and hold me"
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Draco Malfoy
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One Shots
forbidden ; where y/n and draco have to endure a very special kind of detention ❁
fun and games ; where draco takes pranking y/n too far ❁
engraved ; where y/n’s visit to the new headmistress leads to a heated argument with draco ☆
guardian ; where y/n stands up for draco ☆
sunrise, kisses and pancakes ; where y/n spends a cuddly morning with draco ❁
disgrace ; where y/n’s first time meeting draco’s parents escalates ☆
heal me ; where y/n has to work with the person she hates the most ☆
next door ; where y/n gets locked out of her apartment while her baked cookies are about to burn ❁
frosty ; where y/n and draco compete in building a snowman ❁
perfect prefect ; where y/n and draco love to tease each other ❁
darkness ; where y/n’s parents make her life a living hell and draco doesn’t really help ☆
you are my sunshine ; where y/n and draco go sunbathing ❁
the right thing ; where y/n does the only right thing, much to the dismay of everyone else ☆
the right thing² ; where draco and y/n meet again after her betrayal ☆
exhausted ; where draco takes care of his desperate y/n ❁
unforgivable ; where y/n gets poisoned due to draco’s behavior ☆
the sound of rain ; where draco and y/n dance in the rain ❁
thief ; where y/n steals all of draco’s clothes ❁
your paw in mine ; where y/n knows what draco needs after a bad day ❁
undying love ; where draco and y/n tell scorpius about their love story ❁
cursed ; where draco comforts y/n after receiving bad news ☆
founding of a family ; where draco wants to have children, but y/n doesn’t ☆
founding of a family² ; where y/n is finally pregnant ❁
founding of a family³ ; where draco takes particular care of y/n while strolling through a park ❁
quality time ; where draco and y/n take a bath together ❁
daffodil ; where narcissa is y/n’s last hope ☆
while i die ; where draco replaced y/n ☆
aftermath ; where draco has to cope with y/n’s death ☆
poison ivy ; where a beauxbaton is very jealous of y/n ☆
toxicity ; where draco saves y/n from an abusive relationship ☆
notebook ; where draco finds y/n’s notebook and falls in love with the words written inside ❁
simp ; where y/n is simping over a fictional character ❁
stargazing ; where draco takes y/n stargazing ❁
cherry ; where draco has to watch y/n moving on without him ☆
daycare ; where draco and y/n babysit ❁
remember me ; where draco obliviates y/n ☆
pampering ; where draco washes y/n’s hair ❁
anchor ; where draco realizes his feelings for y/n while they dance in the rain ❁
in your eyes ; where y/n sees the love in draco’s eyes ❁
cruciatus ; where draco hits y/n with an unforgivable curse ☆
haunted ; where draco and y/n explore a haunted house ❁
trust ; where y/n comes out to draco ❁
land of dreams ; where scorpius has a nightmare ❁
play pretend ; where draco and y/n pretend to have an engagement ❁
if i killed someone for you ; where draco kills someone for y/n ☆
silence ; where draco tells y/n to shut up and y/n stays silent ☆
mistletoe ; where draco and y/n stand under a mistletoe ❁
distraction ; where y/n needs to study, but not with draco ☆
one bed, two enemies ; where draco and y/n have to share a bed ❁
secret blessing ; where y/n disappears and comes back with a secret ☆
apples, green apples ; where draco and y/n are confronted with amortentia ☆
change ; where y/n meets draco’s parents, but they don’t know about her secret ☆
sectumsempra ; where y/n gets hit by sectumsempra instead of draco ☆
sectumsempra² ; where y/n feels insecure about her scars and draco is out for revenge ☆
decision ; where y/n stands in the way of draco and astoria’s love ☆
let me take care of you ; where y/n suffers from a migraine ❁
but i know i was happier with you ; where y/n looks happier with someone new ☆
step on my heart ; where y/n lies to draco about dumbledore’s army ☆
step on my heart² ; where draco and y/n meet again amidst the battlefield ☆
work buddy ; where draco and y/n work together as aurors ☆
strongest ; where y/n tells draco she can’t conceive ☆
safe space ; where draco helps y/n through a seizure ☆
your priority is mine ; where draco thinks his parents betrayed him and y/n ☆
patch me up ; where draco has to perform surgery on y/n ☆
match maker ; where draco is in love with hermione and y/n helps him, but falls for him herself ☆
best bad friend ; where y/n discovers something that will change draco’s and y/n’s life forever ☆
forever, you and me ; where draco reveals the dark mark to y/n ☆
i need you ; where draco is imperiused and hurts y/n ☆
can’t you see me ; where y/n gets draco’s mind off an upcoming exam ❁
fighter ; where y/n and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument ☆
words are weapons ; where draco bullies y/n until she confronts him about it ☆
sweaterpaw ; where y/n admires draco while he is passionately talking ❁
against the world ; where y/n is suffering from trauma due to her parents ☆
gone ; where draco betrays the dark lord and y/n pays for it ☆
Headcanons
draco malfoy as a father ❁
Tom Riddle
•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•
One Shots
obsessed ; where y/n dislikes tom’s obsession of becoming the dark lord ☆
my heart belongs to you ; where tom and y/n are in an arranged marriage ☆
knight in shining armour ; where tom helps y/n ❁
Harry Potter
•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•
One Shots
don’t shut me out ; where harry shuts y/n out after sirius’ death ☆
by the lake ; where harry and y/n spend time by the lake ❁
clingy ; where y/n feels uncomfortable around harry ☆
i would ; where harry is in love with y/n but doesn’t want to destroy their friendship ☆
Cedric Diggory
•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•
One Shots
sweet cuddles ; where y/n and cedric cuddle ❁
Fred Weasley
•───── ୨♡୧ ─────•
One Shots
family reunion ; where y/n meets the weasleys for the first time, but they aren’t too fond of her ☆
frenemies ; where fred loves nothing more than to tease y/n ☆
define me ; where y/n feels like her relationship with fred is doomed ☆
switching houses ; where y/n and fred accidentally swap their ties ❁
Headcanons
visiting the burrow as fred’s girlfriend ❁
#harry potter masterlist#hp masterlist#draco malfoy masterlist#tom riddle masterlist#cedric diggory masterlist#fred weasley masterlist#masterlist
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Fred Gideon Weasley Masterlist
♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular
One-shot
♤ Cherry: Inspired by Cherry by Harry Styles.
Fred thought that by distancing himself, he could do more protection than damage. What he didn’t know is that from this separation, she might have found another man to lean in to.
♡ Oblivious Weasley: "Why are you daft, Fred?"
Overthinking and assumptions silently creates the wall that separate the two lovers. As one starts to turn and knock on another door, could they finally meet in the middle before it was too late?
♡♛ I Love you: Years of prank wars finally lead to unintended harm that makes one realise, enough is enough.
♤ Bridges: In which Fred tries to spare himself the heartbreak from falling for someone he's supposed to love as a sister.
♤ Stuck on the Puzzle: Inspired by Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex Turner.
Having arrived late to the mansion after every attempt of stalling time, Fred finally gathered his last fragment of courage and joined the pre-wedding party, keeping in mind to drink every cocktail on sight so that he’ll be hammered enough tomorrow to skip the wedding.
♤ Outgrown [Prompt Request]: “I’d ask but judging by the look on your eyes, I can already tell that you’ve closed our chapter.”
♤♡ Selene and Helios [Prompt Request]: “It has always been you.”
♤♡ Pick Up Where We Left Off: One last Christmas with the Weasleys, would she find her closure from his sudden withdrawal years ago?
♤ Mother: The fact that their relationship didn't work out was such a tragedy no one could have expected and Fred has no one else to blame but himself.
♡ Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: The three times Fred Weasley should've professed his feelings and the one time he finally did.
♤ Clandestine Love: His unwillingness to come out of the shadows have finally caused him greater damage one couldn't possibly fix.
Series
♤ Fallen Potter [On-going]: The plan was beautifully designed. False information has also been carried to the Ministry of Magic in hope that the Death Eaters would buy it, giving them the window to transport Harry safely tonight. But just like the calm before storm, Fred has to let go his source of oxygen as one Potter falls.
Part I
#fred weasley#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley oneshot#fred weasley fanfic#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley scenario#fred weasley scenarios#fred weasley angst#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley x you#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x oc#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley masterlist
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Hii. Can I request tall reader x fred Weasley. (I'm 5'10) And it is sad that I won't have to ask my boyfriend to get stuff for me.
I'm still taller, sweetheart | Fred weasley x f!tall!reader
Summary : youre mad that you don't have to ask Fred to help you get stuff, frankly because of you're already tall.
Warning : fluff, pet names like "love, sweetheart"
Note : my 5'1 ass can't relate, but, I still made this anyways
You sat on freds bed, sitting right next to him. You put your book harshly, and your faces scrunched up. "What's wrong sweetheart? What's with the 'shrunken head' face? " Fred giggles.
"I'm jealous" You looked away. "Oh, what's wrong my love? " Fred says, pulling your shoulders so he could look at you. "Of the shorter girlies, cause, I can't ask you to grab me anything cause i can do it my self! " You replied.
"Isn't that great love? The feeling of being tall?" Fred said. "No" You replied shortly. You received a dramatic gasp. "I feel offended! ".
"It's not like that Fred, I like you being tall, it's just that I cannot do things like those girl can do in the books and the muggle movies, you know? " You sighed.
"You won't have to worry about that, I'm still taller than you, sweetheart" Fred smiles
#fanfic#fanfiction#y/n story#hogwarts#harry potter#fred weasley x you#fred weasly x reader#fred gideon weasley#freddie weasley#fred weasley#fred weasley x oc#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasley blurb#fred weasley masterlist#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley scenario#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley oneshot#fred weasley drabble#fred weasley headcanons#fred and george#golden trio era#golden trio era fanfic#the weasley twins
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Peaches Masterlist
~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~
Here’s the list off all the parts for my Peaches fic
#fred weasley x you#reader x fred weasley#fred weasley oneshot#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley one shot#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley#fred weasley x y/n#y/n x fred weasley#george weasley#harry potter oneshot#harry potter master list#harry potter headcanon#fred weasley masterlist#ginny weasley
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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗
Winning The Bet
In which Fred decides to choose his prize for winning the bet, just not in the way you expected
You Idiot!
In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan
╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝
#harry potter#magic#wizarding world#fred weasley#hogwarts#stories#fanfic#fanfiction#read on wattpad#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasley x reader#fred and goerge weasley#fred and george#fred weasley imagine#the weasleys#weasley family#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley x you#weasley twins#fred weasley masterlist#my masterlist#masterlist#enjoy#dreamingofmarauders#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#george weasley#hogwarts is my home
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could u write bsf!fred jealous of how much time reader spends w cedric etc. cuz he has feelings for them, obv 🙏🙏:)
but reader just thinks he’s being rude
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Warnings: Jealously, small angst, unspoken feelings
Summary: Fred has a crush on Y/N and Y/N has been spending some extra time with Cedric. What happens when Fred’s Emotions get to the best of him??
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You were walking with Cedric to the great hall for dinner. Cedric had been struggling with Charms class so you offered to help tutor him for the upcoming test. However a certain someone has been extremely bitter of this. As you reached the great hall, a tall redhead has already grabbed you by the shoulders to the Gryffindor table before you could even say bye to Cedric.
“What was that for?” You scoffed. He’s been so odd to you nowadays. Being extremely clingy and overly protective.
“Oh, cmon! I haven’t talked to you all day because you’ve been with pretty boy Cedric all the time,” Fred says as he guides you to sit next to him at the at the table.
“Like I’ve said before I’m just tutoring him, no need to get so upset Freddie.”
“Y/N I really don’t think you should tutor him anymore, he’s a weird guy.” he says with a hint of anger.
“I don’t really see a good reason why I should stop tutoring him. He’s a good friend to me too.” You said as you continued to grab food onto your plate. “I don’t understand why you’re being so rude to Cedric in the first place.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn blind, you could see how he’s actually in love with you.” Rise in his voice concerned you instantly. Fred noticed instantly how your eyes started to water and your lips quivered.
“Why do you have to be so mean Fred? I thought you were better than this.” You ran out of the great hall, ignoring all the eyes that were on you and Fred. How could this have happened? As you ran away George came over to Fred and asked him what the hell was going on. You and Fred were best friends…or that’s what you have been telling yourself and others.
The feelings for Fred grew throughout the years of your friendship. You couldn’t help yourself. Who wouldn’t fall for a 6’4ft ginger with such a flirty personality?
Continuing on you ran to your dorm room and closed the doors shut, fell down on your knees and cried. The tears continued and continued. You’ve always been emotional but especially with Fred. He was your soft spot.
You weren’t the only one crying. Fred knew he fucked up. He left his emotions take over what he was saying. Jealousy was his one weakness. Fred was so jealous of Cedric getting to have so much time with you. He was so jealous of you having his attention on Cedric instead of him. He was an absolute hopeless mess for you.
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The sun was glaring at you as you woke up. You didn’t wanna face anyone especially not Fred at the moment but you know that you guys had to talk about it. It left you at unease knowing what terms you two were at.
You were zoned out the whole entire day. Skipped breakfast, no focus, no clear thoughts, just completely out of it. Your friends were concerned for you but you refused to explain or talk about what happened yesterday.
It was finaily now dinner time again. You were dragged into the great hall by your friends. Even though you tried your best to avoid Fred, you were sitting right next to Fred due to the lack of seats.
Fred tried. He gave you a smile and eye contact but you refused. Until you couldn’t resist it anymore. You loved him but you guys clearly had something to talk about. About 15 minutes passed until you felt something nudged against you. Fred was nudging a little paper note to your leg. You looked up to his face and saw his nervous face that he rarely shows. Quickly you took the note from his hand and opened it.
Can we talk right now? - F.W
You gave him a nod. He grabbed you hand and led you to a empty hallway. George seem oddly unamused by this at the table.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. I really didn’t mean to raise my voice at you or to be upset at you in general. Please forgive me before I say my second confession.” Fred said franticly with a clear distress in his voice.
You couldn’t get the right words out at the exact moment. So you showed it. You embraced him into a tight hug. There was no way in hell you couldn’t forgive him. It was basically a soft whisper of “I’m sorry”s and “I forgive you”s for a few minutes. Until Fred pulled away and started to speak again.
“The reason why I was so upset is because I was…I guess you would say jealous.” Of course he was jealous, he’s literly in love with you. “This probably isn’t the best time to confess this but Y/N I have been in love with you for years. I’m been hiding my feelings i never knew if you liked me back. I’m so sorry if you don’t feel the same-
“Fred I’m literlly also in love with you. I was just too much of a hopeless wreck to even think you would like me—“
Interrupted by the one thing you thought you would never experience. Fred Weasley kissed you. His arm was around your waist pulling you into him. Your hands going to the back of his head; deepening the kiss. Although he started it, Fred ended the sweet moment by pulling way only for a second so he could ask the big question.
“Can i be your boyfriend Y/N?”
“Oh my god, you idiot. Yes!”
#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x fem!reader#fred weasley x you#fred weasley masterlist#fred weasley#fred weasley fic#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x reader
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Why is it so difficult to maintain my masterlist and keep it up to date? I always avoid it and do something else instead. 😩
#bucky barnes masterlist#clint barton masterlist#peter parker masterlist#steve rogers masterlist#thor masterlist#tony stark masterlist#dean forester masterlist#fred weasley masterlist#george weasley masterlist#harry potter masterlist#lucius malfoy masterlist#ron weasley masterlist#severus snape masterlist#sirius black masterlist#tom riddle masterlist#billy hargrove masterlist#eddie munson masterlist#steve harrington masterlist#daryl dixon masterlist#rick grimes masterlist#glenn rhee masterlist#negan smith masterlist
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badsmellyboy’s masterlist ☆
HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ
FRED WEASLEY
☆drabbles
you’re all i need
-based off the radiohead song, basically a love letter to fred weasley
quite the parallel eh?
-fred makes fun of your shitty boyfriend ha
☆oneshots
love, fred, i love you
-a snippet from my in-the-works fanfic :-)
☆headcanons
freds weaknesses
what dating fred would be like
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ
MISC WORKS
☆headcanons
gryffindor party songs
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ
REQUESTS
☆headcanons
what dating theo nott would be like
slytherin party songs
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆,｡･:*:･ﾟ
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Art of Deception [Fred Weasley x Reader]
Title: Art of Deception.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader
Timeline: Non-specified.
Summary: Cormac McLaggen won’t take no for an answer, insert fake dating trope with Fred Weasley.
Warnings: Fake dating? Mentions of Cormac, he needs his own warning. Kissing. Implied derogatory comments about wealth, status and red hair.
"Okay, emergency, for the next five minutes you're my boyfriend, okay Weasley?" You say in a rush, sliding in next to Fred on the common room sofa, almost out of breath as you run in, narrowly avoiding your pursuer.
"Can do, come here" he says matter-of-factly as he pulls you into his lap without a second thought.
"Not even questioning it?" You ask curiously at his unquestioning willingness to go along with your silly scheme.
"Nope," he says simply, rubbing his hand across your back as you sit across his lap.
The worn fabric of his jumper feels soft against your skin as you lean into him just a little, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. You flinch a little as the portrait covered door swings open, knowing exactly who would be entering. Fred must have felt your slight flinch and flicks his gaze to you, his hand still rubbing your back. You feel his long fingers bump into the band of your bra strap and he lingers only a moment, fingers hovering over the clasp before swiftly changing the direction of his absent stroking.
"Oh, y/n, didn't think I'd find you here," Cormac says, running a hand through his curly locks which don't even move thanks to all the product in them.
"In her boyfriend's lap?" Fred says, sounding possessive, playing the role perfectly.
"Boyfriend?" Cormac asks, eyes widening at the realisation that you were sat in someone's lap, and that person being Fred Weasley.
"Yep," he says with a wicked smirk, pulling you righter to him as his arm snakes around your waist.
"Didn't think gingers where your thing," Cormac says, posing on the side of the couch where he leans trying to look seductive but failing miserably.
"This one is," you shrug, gesturing to Fred who sends a sarcastic smirk towards McLaggen.
"Look I've made my intentions clear but you keep playing hard to get," Cormac says smugly, clearly not reading the room. "I'm top of the class in charms, keeper for the quidditch team, perfect student record and"
"Narcissistic," you add.
"A Prat?" Fred interjects at the same time.
Cormac ignores your words entirely, fixing you with a smarmy smile, "I'm a Mclaggen, why would you want to parade round with a Weasley when you could go out with me?"
The word 'Weasley' was said like a curse word with just a hint less sneering than Malfoy's way of saying it; but with just the same tone of condescension and derogation.
His verbal attack on the Weasley name did not sit right with you one bit and you couldn't hold back any longer, not when he was offending your friends.
"Because, unlike you McLaggen, Fred actually has a sense of humour, doesn't have a face like a troll and doesn't make me want to be sick when he opens his mouth," you say, trying to hold back your own sneer.
"But," he tries to say but you sarcastically smirk back at him, not willing to let him argue your statements.
"You want more? Okay," you snark, "He's a beater in the quidditch team so you're bragging is moot, he's kind and don't even get me started on how knee-shakingly tall he is. I can't think of anymore ways to tell you that I'm not attracted to you Cormac."
"So you're sticking with the Weasel then?" Cormac says with a huff after a few moments silence, staring you down.
"Looks like it to me," you shrug, choosing to ignore his turn of phrase.
"And me," Fred says harshly before turning you to face him, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, pulling you in to a surprisingly passionate kiss. It takes you a second for the shock to wear off but you quickly kiss him back, no longer caring about Cormac or anything else around you. You pull apart eventually, discovering Cormac had left and you looked up at Fred with a sudden shyness at your actions.
"Knee-shaking Eh?" Fred teases, his hand moving from your hair to wrap around a strand of hair on your shoulder.
"Shut up Weasel," you snarked jokingly, nudging him with your shoulder, mirroring Cormac's apparent nickname for the jokester.
"I'm just saying, you did make some very good points there about me," he smirks, still holding you firmly in his lap. "Almost as if you had them prepared."
"Oh shove off," you laughed, nudging his arm around you so that he'd let you up, but it only seemed to fuel him to hold you ever tighter, not letting you escape. "I could have been describing anyone."
"I could describe you too you know," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you push him once again to get off of you but he just laughs.
"Go on then, I'm annoying and sarcastic and," you say rolling your eyes already at the anticipated sarcasm about to fall from his lips.
"Funny and mischievous, more talented than I've ever seen anyone be at potions and devastatingly beautiful," he says, making you flick your gaze to him in surprise. You'd expected him to follow it with a joke or say it with pure sarcasm but nothing came, he simply looked down at you with honesty in his eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.
"You know, I could get used to having you in my lap, fake girlfriend or maybe not so fake girlfriend."
#emeritusemeritus#harry potter#fred weasley#fred weasley x you#emeritusemerituswrites#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley masterlist
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tiya's harry potter universe masterlist
thankyouu for 280 followers!
[updated: 01.09.2023]
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🥥- fluff
🫧- drabble
☁️- head cannons
🎧- suggestive
💌- personal favorites
📷- reader's favorites (more than 300 notes)
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H A R R Y P O T T E R [2]
twitterpated 🥥
D R A C O M A L F O Y [6]
jealousy 💌
mwahh 🥥
favourite 🫧
racing hearts 📷
dating draco malfoy ☁️
sweater weather🥥
M A T H E O R I D D L E [1]
dating matheo riddle ☁️
F R E D W E A S L E Y [5]
câlinet 💌
bittersweet
electric pull 📷
dancing in the rain 🥥
dating fred weasley ☁️
G E O R G E W E A S L E Y [5]
safe arms 💌
smiles 💌
invisible promises 🥥
dating george weasley ☁️
B I L L W E A S L E Y [1]
unexpressed 🫧
T H E O D O R E N O T T [1]
scribbles 🥥
R E M U S L U P I N [1]
dating remus lupin ☁️
S I R I U S B L A C K [1]
dating sirius black ☁️
irresistible
#harry potter headcanon#harry potter imagine#harry potter preferences#harrypotterimagines#george weasley#harry potter fluff#harrypotterimagine#fred and george#george weasley x reader#sirius black masterlist#remus lupin masterlist#harry potter masterlist#draco malfoy masterlist#fred weasley masterlist#george weasley masterlist#theodore nott masterlist#matheo riddle masterlist#bill weasley masterlist#harry potter incorrect quotes#matheo riddle imagine#matheo riddle headcannon#matheo riddle#george weasley fic#george weasley oneshot#george weasley imagine#george weasley smut#george weasley x you#fred weasley#arthur weasley#fred weasly x reader
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Fred Weasley 🍃
+ drabbles
Fred confesses on his birthday
+ more to come!
want to read for other characters?
#navigation#masterlist#character masterlist#fred weasley masterlist#fred weasley#fred weasley fanfiction#harry potter fandom#harry potter fanfiction#fred gideon weasley
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Series
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Oneshots
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Sleepy Head
more to come...
AUs
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to be wrote...
#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley x you#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley fic#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley masterlist
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I might be able to squeeze in a fic in the next coming days!!!!
send in ideas and i will chose one, i miss writing ngl
#rachel talks#george weasley#fred weasley#fred and george#george weasley fanfiction#george weasley x reader#george weasley imagine#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley smut#george weasley smut#weasley twins#fred weasley x y/n#harry potter#george weasley fluff#fred weasley angst#fred weasley masterlist
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Fred Weasley Masterlist
Lifeless Eyes
Lifeless Eyes pt.2
Lifeless Eyes pt.3
#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley x oc#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#fred wealsey fic#fred weasley x gryffindor!reader#fred weasley x wolfstar!daughter#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley fic#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley masterlist
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