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#fred weasley x slytherin!reader
Fred: Alright, George, Y/n. Let's go over this one more time.
Fred: If something breaks?
George: We try to fix it before Snape gets here.
Fred: If it doesn't work?
Y/n: We blame Ron.
Ron: Seriously, guys, what the hell?!
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apparentlytheproblem · 9 months
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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
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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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desideriumwriter · 7 months
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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley where the reader is a pureblood slytherin (introverted, stubborn, etc) and they're in a secret relationship. one day their differences lead them to having a huge argument where their pride gets the best of them and they insult each other (about their hogwarts houses stereotypes, their families, blood status) saying the worst things.
thank you <33
this is my first request ever and i’m so excited! im not rlly sure how i feel abt it but i do hope this fits what you wanted! (900 words)
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“I’m tired of us being a secret. I’m tired of being a secret.” Fred said as he closed the door behind him, locking you both in the potions classroom that was now abandoned and empty.
“What?” You scoffed.
“I can’t keep doing this. Hiding our relationship from everyone. Why can’t we just tell them?” He sighed.
“My family, they wouldn’t approve of it, you know that.” Your voice was small.
Your family’s views were strict and old fashioned. They were against wizards or witches and muggles being together, especially getting married and having children. They called anyone They saw and they’ve pushed those views on you ever since you were small.
It hurts to say but if they found out you were in a relationship with the type of person they weren’t fond of, someone like Fred Weasley. You’d be shamed and disowned in less than a minute.
“I don’t care what your family thinks! Why do you care so much about what they think?” Fred groaned. “We don’t have to tell them directly, we can tell other people, let your parents figure it out on their own. They can deal with it.”
“Fred. Our families are-”
“My family has said nothing but good things about you! Hell, George cares about you as much as I do! Yours can’t even return the favor.”
“What? You told your family about me?” Your face slightly dropped.
“Only George…” He trailed off.
“That wasn’t part of the deal.” You spat, the awkward look on Fred's face was wiped off and replaced with anger.
“Deal? What bloody deal? You’re making it sound like this is some bet you took.” He scoffed.
“No! You know what I mean, we promised not to tell anybody.”
“That’s what I’m tired of! How many more times do I have to say it?”
“Fred..don’t you know what they’ll say about me?”
“You won’t be the only one getting talked about. This isn’t just about you!” Fred rubbed his face with his hands. “I should’ve listened to George. He was right.” He mumbled to himself. Your face slowly dropped.
“What?” You spoke quietly, all the volume in your voice had been washed away.
“When I first told George about you, he seemed offended that I could be in love with someone like you.” He spat.
“Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You were taken aback by his sudden change of tone.
“A slytherin. He didn’t think someone as bitter and stubborn and vile as you could love me.” His words stung like acid.
“And you’re not? Don’t you see how reckless and narrow-minded you can be with the things you do?”
The next few minutes were just the both of you taking stabs at each other. Insulting anything you could find one another. You both began to sound like broken records, repeating the same cruel things at each other.
“I’m choosing my own path in life, I’m not letting myself get pushed into something I don’t want to do.” At this point he was just spewing things out, biting back at you, you decided to do the same.
“You mean that little shop you want to open? With all your stupid trick candies? Have you even thought about how you’re going to get it, if you’ll even be allowed to sell things like that?”
“Well, it’s better than being like you and following in the footsteps of your mother.” He shook his head. You scoffed in disbelief.
“Don’t you dare compare me to her. You don’t know how hard it’s been for me. You don’t know what I’ve dealt with.”
“Oh of course, it must be so hard living in that giant mansion, getting everything you want handed on a silver plate.” He fake pouted and mocked a sad voice.
“I’ve worked for everything I have and I'm grateful for it. Have you ever?” He pointed a threatening finger at you.
“Working for it? By stealing and lying? At least I tell the truth.” You shot back.
“Then tell me why you refuse to let us be together in public.” Fred blurted out, you went silent.
“I’ve told you a million times, it’s my family-“
“No it isn’t! It isn’t about them anymore!” He shouted. “Are you embarrassed of me? You can’t be seen with a Weasley?”
“No! It’s not about you, it has nothing to do with you.” Your voice crackled, Fred only stepped back and sighed.
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Y/N.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“I love you.” You blurted out, eyes beginning to water, tears filling them up. Fred was already crying, his teardrops hitting his robes and the floor.
“If you truly do, then you don’t in a way that I can understand.” He sniffled and began to turn away, heading for the door.
“Please don’t go. We can fix this, alright?” You cried as you clinged onto his wrist.
“Either you can stop being afraid and walk out there with your hand in mine,” Fred’s voice was stern as he began to give you his ultimatum. “Or I can leave, alone. And we’ll choose to believe nothing has ever happened between us.”
He stood there quietly while you searched to find the words, hot tears began to stream down your face. Freds eyes were only red and puffy now, his cheeks tearstained.
“I don’t…I don’t know. I can’t.” Your voice crackled as you shook your head weakly, giving an answer that you weren’t even sure of. He nodded weakly and tucked in his lips.
“Alright.” His voice was small. Defeated. Fred looked down for a moment, then brought his head back up and sniffled.
Fred gave you a pained smile. Then left, he didn’t even dare to look at you one last time. Shutting the door quietly.
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starstruckwillows · 1 year
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♡ try again - f.w ♡
requested by @reasontobebeautiful <3
fred weasley x slytherin!reader, pureblood!reader, platonic!sirius black x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, swearing
sirius black ensuring fred weasley doesn't make the same mistakes he saw many war-stricken kids make
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there’d been a cruel edge to his words that he hadn’t quite meant.
fred’s scathing indictment of your family wasn’t any different to the things you usually said about your kin, and it didn’t bother you for others to agree. but to be part of that perception was probably your worst fear.
you’d been so excited turning up at the doorstep of grimmauld place, suitcase in hand, bright beam gracing your face.
fred had frowned. he’d been ignoring the way your smile made him feel for a long time.
“why are we having death-eaters round for christmas dinner?”
molly had scolded her son then, “george! i mean, fred!”
he’d rolled his eyes, mumbling, “might as well get her whole family out and kill some muggles for the christmas spirit.”
it was the association. your family were one way, you must be too.
maybe that’s how it was for the weasleys, at least four generations of ginger gryffindors shooting for the stars in their respective fields. ministry, dragons, pranks, quidditch.
maybe that’s how it looked for you, at least four generations of slytherins serving whichever tyrannical supremacist reigned at the time.
you found a lot of your time was spent trying to convince people that wasn’t you. but gina lomotey, whose dad had once punched professor snape, didn’t have to walk around assuring people she didn’t attack teachers. and kosi berry, whose parents had a short lived music career, never had to explain she had no interest in singing.
reene west’s mum hijacked a broom race, ford green’s dad did a stint in muggle prison, carson denny’s eldest brother lived full time in st mungos due to an unhealthy obsession with lions.
none of them faced half the crap you did for their bloodlines.
sirius had come to see you, heard you vent about this once again.
“and it’s almost like... i mean i’m not saying you had it easier, you didn’t, it was worse for you in different ways. but, it’s like i have to work so hard to prove i don’t have my families prejudice, because i am a slytherin. you had the argument of a different house to help your case, in school anyway. but i wear the same colour robes my family did, so people never believe me.”
somehow your feelings for fred were brought to the surface of the conversation. maybe that’s what made it harder.
“i’m so tired of having to make them believe me. i’m not a bad person.”
so you didn’t grovel, and try to prove your innocence, because you were well and truly tired of being pre-judged. it wasn’t as if the two of you met on a battlefield. sirius had invited you here. dumbledore approved, he trusted you. you’d never given fred a reason to dislike you.
the boy in question, banished to the other side of the house by his own anger (and shame), was glowering at a wall.
his mum told him his response had been impolite. george told him he was smack out of line.
he knew they were right.
especially when sirius, a man fred had got on with well, had knocked on the door, greeting him with a slight scowl.
“i want you to apologize.”
no beating around the bush.
“i’m not sorry.” lie. you sound like a petulant child.
“yes you are.”
fred blinked.
“i am old enough to recognize the feelings of teenagers. i spent seven years watching my friends fall in and out and in again with love. i watched james pine for lily, i watched them fight. i watched marlene and dorcas take five years to get over their differences.”
fred jested, "sounds creepy.”
sirius smiled, but continued his story, “do you know what marlene and dorcas’ main difference was?"
he shrugged.
“marlene was a gryffindor, dorcas a slytherin, and it took them a good fraction of their lives to move past that. they died young. they spent more time denying their feelings for a school, house rivarly, than the time they got to spend loving each other. we’re approaching a war again, kid. don’t repeat their mistakes. take it from me.”
fred remained uncharacteristically silent for a few minutes, and although it was unsettling, sirius stayed. it was clear the boy had questions.
“your family were death-eaters.”
sirius nodded.
“but they rejected you, for being in the wrong house.”
“correct.”
“if... you’d been a slytherin, and they accepted you... would you have rebelled? or would you have become a death-eater.”
sirius shrugged, “i know why you’re asking, but i have no answer for you. if i was in a different house, i would have a different character, and any alternate character would mean very different decisions. all i can tell you is i know her. you don’t, yet. she is not her bloodline. she's cunning, and ambitious, but her ambition is not to participate in genocide. talk to her. you might be surprised at what you find.”
fred had made up his mind. sirius was right, and he wanted to know you. he wanted to see your stupidly pretty smile, he wanted to cause it, and he wanted to know your favourite things. he wanted to know what made you feel, what made you sleep. he wanted to talk to you.
which proved incessantly difficult, because you were avoiding him like dragonpox. every once in a while, he would catch your eye and you'd blink rapidly before looking away, fiddling with your sleeves.
christmas day rolled around a few days on, and fred still had yet to successfully get you alone. as everyone begun unwrapping their presents, he was only staring at you, waiting for a reaction, hoping you'd know the unlabelled gift was from him.
you did, eyes widening and shooting up to find him in the room, visibly taken aback.
“do you like it?” he mouthed, tilting his head as the firm grip of insecurity tightened his chest.
with your lips slightly parted in surprise, you nodded your head. the same feeling lay at the base of your heart, wondering if it was going to turn out to be a prank.
he jerked his chin towards the kitchen, question in his eyes, and tried to not take your hesitation to heart. especially as you stood up and walked his line of sight. when he was sure nobody else was paying attention, he followed you.
“hey...” he rubbed the back of his neck, the awkwardness between you heavy in the air.
but fred was fred and he still kept eye contact, a steady voice, an easy stance.
“i’m sorry.”
you shrug, “okay.”
the word is uttered so nonchalantly, as though your stomach wasn’t erupting with unruly butterflies.
“do you... could you forgive me?”
“maybe. if you mean it.”
he nodded, “i do. i’d like to know you, actually know you, not think i do.”
“i’d like that.”
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robynlilyblack · 2 years
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You had one job Weasley!
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Fred Weasley x fem! slytherin! reader
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Summary: Fred and Y/n are on opposite sides of the war, engaging in a dangerous game of sneaking around, but will their luck run out when the final battle is upon them?
Warnings: swearing, angst, sad and happy fluff, mentions of war, death, murder, injuries, blood, grief as well as Greyback and Bellatrix being ruthless, established relationship, secret relationship, hurt/comfort, kissing, remus lupin lives, only proofread once x
A/n: 6.5k words, Timothy Greengrass and Joey Taggert are my OC's, wolfstar implied but if you ship remdora it's written neutral x thank you for the request, as you can see I missed writting for freddie and hence wrote alot, please enjoy xx
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Your leg bobbed uncontrollably, paranoia seeping through your brain at every small noise you heard, even the wisp of the the wind had hairs standing up. This wasn’t how you pictured your late teens, you expected some drama sure, maybe some minor life threatening when your original plan to run away with your boyfriend was discovered, but a war, becoming an order spy, having to shield your thoughts constantly from the darkest and most powerful wizard of your generation? Yeah…maybe paranoia was an understatement
Currently you were deep down a lane off diagon alley yet you could just about see the orange hue of your boyfriends shop shining down the far end. You checked yours…well actually Sirius’ pocket watch, it was 4 in the morning. Fred was likely not awake yet you hoped the light of your patronus was enough to wake him through the window. 
There was a risk George or Lee may see it, but they wouldn’t connect it to you. Deatheaters were known to be unable to cast them, only exceptions were you, Timothy and your late friend as you highly doubted a man like Snape could do it. On top of that there was no words, no message with it, because Fred would know it was you, just like he always did
“Please come” you whisper, hugging yourself as the winter cold cut straight through your jumper and jacket
You probably should have worn something more, but you loved this jacket, it was cool, Sirius wherever he was now would totally approve. In fact the jacket was his, given to you from when you did run away. Yet less than a year later you would lose him and be forced by Snape and Dumbledore to return to your parents and the dark wanker himself. You would go on to convince them you were only doing as the former told you in order to gain their trust and to do that you had to make it completely believable.
Your parents were typical slytherins, yet even though you pretty much knew most slyhterins were arseholes you were proud to be one. It took a while for people to trust you.
Sirius trusted you the moment you arrived at his door, you’d later understand why as he did the same thing when he was your age. Remus followed his friend's suit and Harry trusted his godfather. 
The Weasleys were cautious and all but Fred remained so, his trust grew quickly much like your crushes, to the point you were a couple by the time your final year began. 
Hermione never trusted you, to the point you and your friends weren’t invited to the DA, even after Fred went off on her for it. You didn’t blame her, nor argued your way in, yet you felt sick that she was probably revealing now about how she was right. How everyone would say you were this monster just like Peter. How Sirius would be so disappointed in you now. How you…
“Hey” 
You dart around, extending your wand
“Just me love” Fred lets out a chuckle
You let out a shaky breath, heartbeat returning to normal 
Lowering your wand you took a second to admire him, he looked the exact same. Same light in his eyes, same goofy smile…same terrible colour scheme…orange and blue fred? What are you an Irn bru can?
Fred may have looked like he was joking, taking things slow and letting you come to him. Yet in reality all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and never let you go. He was constantly worried, to the point that not even George knew he was meeting with you, everyone in the world saw you as a traitor but not him.
“You just gonna drool over my banging physique or are you gonna kiss me?” he gestures to himself
He watches you let out a small laugh at his joke and it kills him. The light in your eyes had almost faded into nothing but a mere sparkle when you looked at him. The girl that was his underground agent back in his last year of hogwarts was now in the major leagues, risking her life more than he or most of the order were, his radio and missions child's play compared to you
Snape had tried to break his heart, told you there could be no loose ends but you refused. Instead you told him everything and offered to obliviate him if he wanted after, giving him the choice. That choice made him love you all the more, he knew remembering was dangerous, but in no world he wanted to forget you, hate you, if not for himself but you as well.  
“You want me to come to you?” he offers and you nod, upper face scrunching like you want to cry but have no tears left to fall, the war had sucked you dry
He wraps his arms around you, nose nudging into your hair. It was greasy and tangled, swept back in a clear attempt to hide it. He didn’t mind. You still smelled like you, the same thing he breathed in every night as he kept your scarf, well his old scarf that you stole, on the pillow you should be sleeping on. It was even charmed to hold your scent, and above all your place until you could return to him
“Hi” you mumble into his jacket, arms clutching onto him like he’s going to disappear
“Hi” he whispers back, holding you that little bit closer before he pulls back
Your hands still cling onto him but your head tilts up so you can see his face, leaning into his hand as it cups your cheek. His eyes flick over your face, lips parted as his thumb glides over your cheek
“What are you doing?” You ask softly, a little shy under his gaze
“Memorising every inch of you….just in case” he answers truthfully, you both knew by now it was likely one or both of you may not make it through this so you savoured every moment like it was the last
He leans in and kisses your forehead. It’s lingering. His heart aching that this was the way it had to be. That everytime he sees you he tries to remember every feature, blemish, indentation, that little hue of colour in your eyes you can only see up close. When you leave it’ll replay in his mind every night, hoping, praying to gordic himself that he won’t be replaying it for the rest of his life and he’ll have a chance to see you once more
You find yourself doing the same, eyes tracing over trying to remember every detail, the slight wrinkles caused by laughter, every freckle that scattered his face, the shine of his hair…
“I love you” are the first words that escape your lips, hands trying to pull him just that little bit closer
He melts, but it’s in a soul crushing way. Your voice is beautiful, the one he heard late at night when he purposefully stayed up too late, his over tired mind finding it easier to imagine you beside him, assuring him his family and friends would make it. That you would make it. Return to him. Start a life together. Grow old together
Fred’s eyes are watery when you meet them “I love you so much” he says earnestly before cupping your face and leaning in to rub his nose against yours “How long do we have?” he whispers
“10 minutes” you give him a sad smile
“How would you like to spend them?” he asks, trying to smile as crying together would a waste
“Hold me”
He manoeuvres backwards, sitting down on a small ledge and gently pulling you onto his lap to hold you. His arms hold you securely, heads tucked into the others necks, your arms wrapped under his arms, clutching his shoulders. The ground is crisp, his arse soon growing numb as do your knees yet neither of you care, all that matters was these few minutes. They would pass slowly and quickly, there would never be enough time, even forever would never be enough
“You think he’ll be proud of me?”
You don’t have to say his name and Fred knows, pulling back to look at you, one hand moving to fiddle with your jacket 
“Yes” he nods firmly “And if he was still here he would be proud to call you his daughter” 
“A few more weeks and I would have been” you look down “I still have the papers hidden under the floorboard” you confess
Fred presses a kiss to your hair line “You could always change your last name to his” he offers and you look back up, nodding with a mournful smile
“Or become a dog” you let out the smallest of laughs
He joins you “You’d make an adorable dog” he nods
“Imagine the mischief” you laugh again, its freer and Fred’ heart swells
“We’d be unstoppable” he chuckles
The giggles soon die down, the cold alley quieting again as you pull a small bit of paper from your pocket. Fred watches you fiddle with it for a second, before you open it up and smile. He can’t see the contents until you turn the paper around, his hand coming up to take it
“You drew this?” he asks as his eyes trace over, instantly recognising himself
You nod, eyes growing glassy again as you talk
“You know Joe used to give me and Tim these stupid sketching lessons back at Hogwarts” you let out a breathy laugh “We’d always fluck them, drawing silly things instead” a tear falls “We found all his scetchbooks after he…” you can’t say it “Me and Tim decided to continue filling the two he had bought for us but never had the chance to…” you look back up at Fred I’ve drawn lots of you, and Sirius…and him from memory” you sniffle “That ones my faviourite” you point to it
Fred stares down at it before looking up again “Why give it to me?” he asks, heart heavy that this was you saying goodbye
“Because then you can give it back to me”
He folds up the drawing, carefully placing it in his inner pocket before bringing your lips to his. The kiss is slow, made up of multiple little kisses with whispered ‘I love yous’ slipping out in between them. 
The kisses last a while, until your both hugging each other close, noses buried in each others neck
“I need to go” you murmur, placing a chaste kiss to his skin
His heart drops but he nods, letting you off of his lap and accepting your hands as you hold them out. Even after he’s stood up his hands never leave yours, neither of you can let go. 
Not just yet
“I’ll see you again” he says, holding your hands tighter, nodding
I’ll see her again
You smile as much as you can, nodding as well “Until the next time”
There will be a next time
“Until next time” he repeats your words, reluctantly letting your hands slip away
You turn away, beginning to walk when you look back, staring for a moment before running backup for one final embrace
“Next time” you whisper before pressing your lips to his
“Next time” he kisses you once more but a little harder, thumbs caressing your face
You kiss him one last time, softly, before parting and walking off quickly, knowing if you look back again or stay you would never leave. 
Fred watches you walk away, taking his heart with him while yours remains here with him. As his hand moves to wipe the tears that fell the moment you turn the corner he feels something sticking out of his jacket pocket
It’s a piece of paper similar to the one you gave him earlier. Opening it the years fall harder, it was a drawing of you while you’re laughing, it’s so beautiful, and in the corner is your writing
Joey drew this the week before he died. I want you to have it. It's been six months since I last saw you. I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other again, if we see each other again, so I want you to remember me like this. Happy.
I love you Freddie
Always
“She’ll come back” he holds it to his chest “She going to come back”
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The next months were hard. In fact hard was an understatement when yourself and Timothy were paired with Greyback and his snatchers. 
During that time you met Ted Tonks once more, a man you respected, yet you couldn’t let him go free and that was a decision that would haunt you and Timothy forever. Greyback was the one that did it, something that was so cruel, so horrific it was beyond words. He waited until the full moon, set Ted free and hunted him like it was a sport. Bellatrix arrived the following morning but only to cackle over his body while you and timothy watched
You saw many things that made you lose faith at times. Timothy was always there though, and although Joey was gone you had his drawings, even the ones which held old conversations from potions. You would talk to them sometimes, perhaps it was on set insanity but it helped.
It kept you going
Now you were back at Hogwarts, shaky hands as you waited for Snape to give you both instructions that weren’t a vague be within the castle walls as soon as you can
“Where have you been?” You ask a little on edge Tim as he enters your old common room “Oh no what?” you notice his face
“It’s happening, Harry’s here and the order has arrived too” he replies, looking beyond nervous "I think they've taken over the great hall but I didn't stick around to check"
You nod slowly taking a few breaths, heart racing that Fred was so close “Guess that’s why he wanted us here” you take a seat on your old spot on the couches and Timothy joins you, leaving a space in the middle for where Joey once sat
You both look at the empty space and then each other
“He should be here” he whispers
“Yeah” you nod “Though if he was he’d tell you that shirt looks terrible” you can’t stop the giggle
He scoffs “Well fuck you too” he starts chuckling too, looking down “Salazar it is terrible isn't it…why'dyou let me wear this?” he shakes his head
“You didn’t wash any others” you shrug
“Can you transfigure it?” he pleas “I can’t die in this”
You let out a shocked laugh “I can’t believe you just said that!” 
“What it’s true! Doesn’t matter if both sides are gonna try and kill us, when they see this monstrosity they’ll be like let’s kill the wanker in the shit coloured shirt”
You giggle at him but then your face falls a little “You aren’t going to die…we’ll make it out” you say, looking serious before you crack a smile “Cause Joe will never let us live it down if we die”
“Yeah" he laughs "He’d rip the pish out of us the moment we got there, wherever there is”
“And say that shirt is a crime against fashion” you giggle, taking your wand and muttering some spells to change the shirts colour
“Better?”
“Much thanks” his fingers fiddle with the soft green material “Matches my eyes…well one of them” 
“I’m not making the other half blue Tim. Then you would look like a right wanker”  
You both chuckle for a little while. Enjoying the small bit of normal you always found in each other. That was until you spot a bright light out of the common room window. Standing, you both make your way over, watching the light stretch down through the water to the bed below
“It’s weirdly beautiful” Timothy notes watching the shimmer
You hum in agreement “I know it’s always been real. The war I mean. But now it feels…”
“Really real” Timothy takes your hand “Like it’s the beginning of the end”
"Yeah" you squeeze his hand before looking up at him “Just hope it’s the end we hope for”
“It will be” he stares out of the window for a second and takes a deep breath, then he turns to you “Love you” he gives you the best smile he can muster
“Me too” you nod
“You love yourself?” he teases earning a playful hit
“Arsehole”
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Fred made his way up the stairs, following Remus, Tonks, and the elder of his family, George walked beside him but it was quiet. Air feeling so thick it was almost suffocating. Everyone he loved was here except you, he had no idea where you were. Where are you in the castle? Outside the barrier? Worse?
“You alright?” his twin whispers as they get to the top
He wants to say no, I’m not okay, I have no idea if the love of my life is alright, but he can't, instead he lies
“Yeah…you?” he asks, walking outside towards the balcony of the tower
“Yeah” George gives a firm nod, hands finding the wall “Nice view”
“Seen better” that makes George chuckle
They watch the spells hit the barrier. It was beautiful in its own way, like the calm before a storm, yet the storm is always inevitable and rips away everything
But you can only hope its not everything
Georges drift to the side “Looks like someones trying to cheer us up” he chuckles drawing Fred’s attention
“Wha…” he starts to ask when he sees it, a patronus, your patronus
He smiles
“Kinda looks like Sirius’ in his dog form” George notes “Think it’s Remus’ they were thing once weren't they?” 
“Could be” Fred shrugs “I’ll go see, be back in a jiff” Fred pats his twins shoulder as he passes, walking towards the dancing light, following the dog as it patters back into the tower and down one flight of stairs, eventually disappearing behind a tapestry
His heart does a little skip wanting nothing more than to run in but he holds himself back, glancing around to check no one can see him before he enters slowly
“Love?” he whispers looking around until his eyes fall on you, leaning on the small window as you stared out “Love” he repeats a little louder
That gains your attention and you waste no time making your way over to him “Hi” you greet, trying to stop your hands from shaking
Fred takes them in his “Hi” he says, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles 
“I love you so much” you can’t stop the tears as they were already falling, your hands slipping out of his and cupping his cheeks shocking him a little but then his own chase yours, grasping your wrists
“I love you too” he squeezes them, worry swarming in his stomach at how broken you look “What’s going on? Do they know you're a spy? They get Timothy?” he asks mildly frantic
“No nothing like that they have no idea…although they’ll know soon enough” you assure him before taking a breath
“Then what is it?” he asks softly
“You know when we said no promises? Because life's so unpredictable there's little chance we’ll be able to keep them” he nods “I need you to not to necessarily promise, but tell me you won’t get yourself killed. That we’ll make it out and we’ll get married and have a life together. A beautiful messy, chaotic life together” 
He can feel the tears hitting his hands as he answers “I promise” his own eyes watering 
“We’re so close to the end” you say with a shaky voice “We’ve come too far to lose it all now...I can't...” you take a sharp breath trying to compose yourself
“And we won’t" he wipes your tears and cups your face "When this is over, I'm going to ask you to marry me, and you’ll...hopefully..." you giggle "...say yes, and then we’ll move into a weird and wacky cottage, raise children if we want them and then grow old and grey together”
“Good” you smile at him, nodding as your hands fall from his cheek and wrap around his torso while his slither around you, holding you tight
You held each other for less than a minute but it felt like a small eternity. The first and last promise you would ever make to each other spoken in that little hideaway, and when you parted, watched Fred walk back up the stairs and you headed down to meet Timothy again, you both hoped it wouldn't be broken
Because if it was, neither of you would survive it
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“Tim!” you shout, flicking a spell towards one of Greybacks snatchers
Running down the hall you found yourself near Gryffindor tower once more, yet you couldn’t worry about Fred. You had to find Timothy, Fred had the order looking out for him while you and Timothy only had one another. Everyone was out for you. In fact you had saved Remus from a death eater only to be spotted by Tonks soon after and almost killed whilst trying to slip away
“Tim” you say mostly for yourself, frantically looking around when you see a flash of red hair
Percy
He was fighting death eaters who had forced their way through what must have been one of the not so secret passages. He hadn’t seen you as you continued down the corridor towards him, hoping Timothy was just behind or in front of you.
You couldn’t head back now there were too many looking for you
You movements stopped though when you saw him “Fred” you see him join Percy's side
Of course he’s laughing, you think as you draw closer…then you see it
A death eater pointing his wand towards Percy and Fred through the windows of the corridors. You didn’t think just ran towards them. Percy was a little closer to the impact zone as the spell hit the wall, blowing up the bricks and sending most of it down and towards Fred and you guessed now, yourself
They hadn’t noticed your approach, reactions delayed until Percy was flung backwards and down a flight of stairs when you were a mere metre from Fred
You turned your body towards the falling wall yelling “Retcuto!” the spell vaporising the wall and the impact of which sending you and Fred flying deeper down the corridor, landing next to one another as smaller debris lands almost softly around you
“Fuck” Fred groans, wand still in his hand as he processes what just happened “Percy!” he shoots up, ignoring the sting as he looks to the side, not seeing his brother but you wincing on your side “Y/n…Y/n!” he says the first in shock and the second in alarm scooping you into his arms
Fred ignores the calls of his name from not only Percy but Ron and Harry who seem to have stumbled upon them, the small well of rubble blocking their view. Your eyes open, panting heavy and he thinks you’re going to say something sweet, maybe a cute a hello, but instead you hit him multiple times in the shoulder whilst sitting up as best you can with his help
“You had one job, Weasley!” you scold him, earning a shocked laugh
“We almost die and you’re shouting at me?” 
“Yes, you complete arse” you were laughing now as well hitting him between words while he just chuckled "You promised"
“I know my snake in not so shiny armour” he quips even if his heart hurts that at the idea that without you he would be dead
His joke earns another nudge but then you wince again, face scrunching
“You okay?” his brows knit, smile dropping to concern as his hand moves to your side only to feel some wetness “Merlin” he gasps looking down, realising some of the glass from the window had hit your side
“That isn’t good” you press your hand to the area, feeling the blood seeping out too quickly before looking at him “Freddie I…” the adrenaline was wearing off now, the pain was searing and you were quickly feeling faint “...I feel a little…” you can’t finish but he understands
“Stay with me okay?” he cups your cheek, some bloods smearing across it
“Fred when we call you…answer” Percy starts a little intense and finishes with a whisper “Who?” he can’t quite see your face
“Fred we…” Ron and Harry jog up after throwing a few covering spells “...is that...” Ron trails off
Your head falls into Freds chest, unable to hold yourself up “Y/n love I need to you stay awake” Fred was panicking now, still ignoring his family as tears stream "Please we promised" he whispers kissing your temple when your eyes won't open
“Fred we need to go!” Ron shouts in an almost uncaring manner
“No!” Fred bites back with a tone none of them had ever heard, scaring them “Help me get her somewhere safe”
“Shes a death…”
“One more word and I will never speak to you again” he warns his younger brother while Percy has already moved to help
“If you can carry her I’ll defend you. We can hide behind one of the statues until it dies down enough to go to the great hall, okay?” he says softly, kneeling down
Fred nods, lifting you up with a little help from Percy
“Got her?” he checks and Fred nods
“We’ll help” Harry chips in, earning a thankful look from Fred, a nod from Percy and a baffled look from Ron
“Harry” Ron shakes his head shrugging
“Just come on” Harry doesn’t bother to argue just follows “We’ll talk about it later”
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Fred was in the great hall now, crouching by your small bed on the floor and watching Madam Pomfrey work. His family were slowly making their way in, all in sheer panic for a moment until they see him and Percy who was sitting nearby
“Will she be okay?” he looks hopefully at the nurse when she stands
She nods “Yes, the wound isn’t magical nor was it deep so she will be fine. Normally I wouldn’t say she shouldn’t walk when she wakes up but given the circumstances Mr Weasley if she wants to fight she can” the older women tells him before taking her leave, answering quickly as she simply didn’t have the time
“Freddie!” his head shoots up at his twins voice, clambering to his feet to hug him tightly
“Thank merlin” Fred breaths out, pulling back and cupping his brothers face “Thought I'd lost you in chaos”
“Can’t get rid of me that easily” George chuckles, pulling him in for another hug before Fred parts and bear hugs Ginny, followed by Charlie, Bill, Fleur and his parents, whilst percy does something similar
The reunion however is cut short when Tonks approaches with Remus not long behind her
“Why is she here?” the small group looks towards them, the pink-haired women looking rather upset while the ex professor seemed sad
Remus had regarded you in a similar way to Sirius, even if he had grown disappointed in you since your ‘betrayal’, he still felt sick to his stomach seeing you hurt
“She’s a death eater…she has the mark” Tonks points towards the peaking of black ink under your scrunched sleeve
“Dora” Remus says lowly, looking around as the word must draw attention yet no one is looking their way, instead they're looking at some members of the order pointing their wand at Timothy Greengrass
“Lower your wands there is a brief truce” Kinsley commands to which their wands are reluctantly put away “You try anything and Imean anything, I will not be as understanding” he warns
Timothy nods wearing a thankful smile as he walks deeper into the hall. Eyes searching the room before the fall on Fred, making his way towards him quickly to ask if he had seen you when he sees your body laying there
“No” he whispers to himself, eyes widening and not caring about his knees as he hits the stone floor beside you “What happened?” he looks around but mostly towards Fred looking beyond worried
“She saved me from being hit by the wall but a shard of glass was embedded in her side”
Fred glances at his family, few seemed between sympathetic at Timothy and surprised you saved him, Remus evening wears a tiny twitch of a smile. Yet the ones he wanted to be wore no such thing. His mother and twin’s expressions remained hard, although they did waver a little upon hearing the first half
Timothy's face is still painted with worry “Will she be okay?” he asks, relaxing when Fred nods
“She saved your life?” Bill is the first to speak, most level headed as he wraps his arm around Fleur, holding her close to him
Fred nods “She did” 
“Why?” George asks a little sharpy 
“Because she loves me” Fred answers like it was obvious
Again his elder brothers and Remus seem soft towards it, like they can believe it, his father does as well but he remains neutral due to Molly who scoffs along with Tonks and George. Ginny seems somewhere in between and partially in her own world, her mind most likely preoccupied in worrying about Harry
“No she doesn’t. She broke your heart and ran off to join the death eaters. Since then I have watched you for the last two years mope around over her. She’s a traitor Freddie...please” George pleads like he thinks he doing the right thing but it only makes Fred upset
Fred shakes his head “She isn’t” he says shortly “Neither is Timothy” he adds, earning a grateful smile from the boy as he holds your hand, thumbing circles in it to comfort you but mostly himself
“You’re mad” Tonks states “They’re traitors plain and simple, you’re just blinded by your misplaced affections”
“No” Fred glares at her “They’ve been…” he stops himself, glancing at Timothy who nods, letting him know it's alright to tell everyone now “They’ve been working undercover”
She scoffs along with Molly who seems to only be quiet due to Arthur's hand in hers, while George’ head tilts and the rest of the weasley, plus Remus, listen carefully
“Undercover?” Tonks crosses her arms looking sceptical, while his mothers is closer to disappointment “Didn’t feel that way when their other little friend came after me and your younger brother” 
Timothy grimaces at them mention of his late friend, more so at the question thrown towards him 
“Where is he anyway?” She looks right at him “Almost killed us along with my crazy aunt”
Timothy sighs, heart aching “He…he didn’t make it” he looks away from them and to you
Remus watches the boy carefully, as does Fred’s elder brothers, Fleur and Arthur, all noting the grief and how he holds your hand just that little bit tighter. Tonks however flushes slightly, guilt beginning to swarm her stomach as she thinks back to the blasting spell she sent his way before she and Ron used the port key
“Who knew you were undercover?” Remus asks calmly, recognising something he felt all too well in the boy before him
“Sirius knew we were to gain info in our final year, but when he died Dumbledore and Mad-eye sent me, y/n and…Joe uncover. Our mission was to imbed ourselves along with Snape, feed the order information and when the time came, turn against them”
“You caused the death of my father” Tonks interjects “If you were really on our side why would you…how could you...” she can’t finish, trailing off but the boy understands what she’s asking
“I’m sorry about your father. Truly. It’s something I can never forgive myself for, nor do I even deserve it for playing a role in it, and I’m so, so sorry” he says so genuinely they all believe it, at least on some level “Not that it helps but Greyback…” Remus grimaces at the name “…the one that murdered him, won’t be hurting anyone else ever again”
“He’s dead?” Remus asks, eyes wide and lips parted
“Yes. I checked myself when he fell during mine and y/n’s tussle with him…but then I lost her in the chaos that ensued afterward. The other snatchers in his pack sought revenge ya see” Timothy explains and Remus looks like a weight has been lifted off of him “There’s no proof besides Fred and of course Snape's knowledge with Mad-eye and Dumblerdore dead. But if me and y/n were being honest we have no idea what Snapes mission really is...was? He was always so...cryptic. We had no idea he would kill Dumbledore, nor that we would be forced to fight against you all in the battle of the potters, or work with the snatchers and that monster”
They all nod slowly, taking the information in while George turns to Fred whose now moved to sit beside you once more, taking your other hand and stroking your cheek gently
“You knew the whole time?” he asks and Fred turns to his brother, his whole family and his friends awaiting his answer
“Just after Sirius’ death and before she 'turned', she sat me down. Explained the mission and everything she had been doing at Hogwarts while we were all off playing hero with the DA. After which she offered me a choice. She could obliviate me or I could remember but never tell anyone”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!” his mother finally speaks up “You could have gotten yourself killed!” Arthur wraps his arm around her, rubbing her back to try and soothe her nerves
“I know but I didn’t mum” he answers simply, calmly, a stark contrast to his usual demeanour and it makes his mother listen “I love her, really love her. She’s the bravest person I’ve ever met” he turns to Timothy “As are you, and of course Joey” he turns back to the other while Timothy smiles “They were the ones leaking information, information that saved more than we lost. They risked everything to help us even after Mad-eye died and they were all on their own, merlin they all were forced to get the dark mark…” his eyes trail down to it, fingers glazing it
“She might have been lying” Tonks says but her voice is softer, less angry than she was before
“Maybe but I believe it” Percy states “I believe you” he says meeting Fred’s eyes
“So do I” Remus adds, earning a quizzical look from Nymphadora before she says a quiet ‘Me too’
“Me Three” Bill winks 
“Four” Fleur adds cuddling into her husband
“Five” Charlie says with a nod
“Six” is from Arthur
“Six and a half” Molly grumbles lowly, earning a small chuckle from the small group
“Seven” Ginny smiles
“Eight” George finishes “I believe you” he kneels down next to Fred taking his hand “I always believe you” his head taps his twins
“Thank you” he says mostly to George but then turns to the others "You won't regret it, believing" he smiles and they smile back
Your whine however brings his, and Timothy's attention back, their grips on your hands tightening while the rest of the small crowd step back and sit among themselves, except George who stays by his brothers side and Remus who takes a seat on Timothy's other side
“Y/n love?” Fred calls softly as your eyes flutter open
“Yeah?” your head turns to him, not really aware of your surroundings just yet
“You had one job future Weasley” he scolds lightly and you giggle
“Well if you had done yours I wouldn’t be in this predicament” you clap back before your eyes widen
“What?” Fred asks but your already sitting up way too quickly, side stinging but you couldn’t care less
“Tim! I need to find him” you say trying to stand up when the boy your looking for places his hand on your shoulder stopping you
“I’m here” he assures you “I’m alright, I'm okay” 
You sigh in relief, leaning into him a little bit “I couldn’t lose you too” you breath out
“You didn’t…you haven’t lost either of us sunshine” he gives you a smile and then looks toward Fred
Your boyfriend smiles back at the boy before his focus returns to you “We’re keeping our promise don’t you worry love” his nose nudges into your hair
Timothy lets go of your hand then, letting Freds arms engulf you as your head buries itself into his chest “I love you” your murmur so only Fred can hear
“Love you too” he whispers as he pulls back, digging into his pocket and bringing it out just enough for you to see “I’ve carried it everyday. And when we win I’m going to give it back ask you something very important” he tells you
Your heart flutters “Yes” you whisper to which George, who could totally hear everything, lets out a small smile
“You’re supposed to let me ask first” Fred scrunches his nose at you
“Freddie it’s been a yes since we were 17” you inform him, placing a sweet kiss to his lips
“What’s going on here?” Ron asks approaching with Hermione, both staring at your and Fred as you part
“Y/n’s injured” Remus answers for you
Your head whips around to him, surprised “Hi” you whisper, wincing at the idea of how disappointment he must be in you
“Hey” He gives you a warm smile “He’d be really proud you know…I’m proud” he tells you, eyes a little glassy
You nod, heart warming as you turn back to Fred and Timothy, both helping you stand up as they know there would be no stopping you from continuing the fight 
“I know she’s injured” Ron replies a little mumbly “I mean why is everyone okay with her...and him here” he motions to you and Timothy, Hermion nodding next to him
“Y/n and Timothy have been working as spies little brother” Bill states, the whole clan turning to look at two thirds of the famous trio
Hermione and Ron look at him baffled, and then eye you and Timothy for a second. They have questions, of course they do, a boat load in fact but their was no time for that right now, their were more pressing concerns
“Has anyone seen Harry?” Remus’ face instantly pales “He went up to Dumbledore’s office but he never came back” Hermione asks, looking concerned as her hand finds Rons
“You don’t think he turned himself over do you?” Someone asks, and while everyone looks at each other in a quiet worry all Remus can think is that’s exactly what James would do
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Thank you for reading ♡ I will fix some of the links up top tomorrow morning xx
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kazmyass · 1 year
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Can I please get a nice fluffy Fred Weasley one shot please? As fluffy as you can possibly imagine. I'm thinking like an 'over the years' type thing, where like it's when they first met, to their first quidditch game and their first date and so on. Fem!reader please <333
Nightmare ✨🌙
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Lupin!fem!reader
Description: When reader has a nightmare, Fred is the one to comfort her.
Warnings: nightmares/flashbacks, a little teeny bit of cursing, angst but fluff at the end, a little bit of gore.
Words: 662
Prompt: “You’re alright, love. You’re okay.”
A/N: Anything for you Eden, hope you like it bae <3 I know this isn’t exactly what was requested but Eden and I talked about it beforehand and she said it was okay to change the prompt, so here’s what all of my Freddie whores get!
“Lock your door, sweetheart, and remember, don’t come out until morning. 9 AM, sharp, we’ll have pancakes,” He told her, his face twisting in a feeling that y/n didn’t quite understand. Remus knew the moon would be out soon, and he could feel himself changing already. The tingle in his spine and the stretching of his skin would indicate that. In a hurry, he shut y/n’s door, a little too hard.
Y/n knew that she had to stay in her room. Ever since she could remember, once a month her father would tell her to go in her room, lock the door, and turn on the television as loud as she could tolerate. He told her that if she got bored of the TV, she was allowed to use the record player to play her favourite songs and have a dance party for as long as she liked.
Y/n liked these nights because it was the one night a month she was allowed to stay up as long as she wanted. She never could stay up all night, though she always tried.
After she had turned on her favourite show and settled into bed, she heard a strange noise coming from the room over. It made her grimace, it was an animalistic sound. Something must have slipped into the house while her father was going to sleep! She had to protect him.
Against her better judgement, she unlocked her door, and peeked her head out into the hallway. The growls were louder, borderline shrieks. She knew her father was in trouble now, there was no way he could be making those sounds!
As she got closer and closer to the door, her heart rate quickened. What was she supposed to do, she thought. She didn’t know a bit of magic, and she was far too small to fight off an animal. Maybe, she thought, if she could find out what was attacking her father, she could call for help.
She opened the door, her heart beating faster than ever. She saw a tangle of matted fur and claws, but most of all, sharp, yellow teeth. She shrieked, trying to run backwards and falling over in the process. The animal snarled and ripped the door open, pouncing on the little girl and shredding her skin with its claws.
Y/n screamed for help, begging for her father, wherever he was, to come help her. She screamed and screamed and screamed-
“Y/N!! Wake up!” A groggy voice woke y/n, making her nearly jump out of bed.
“Help! Help...” Y/n continued, still half in her dream. She kicked and punched, and Fred had to wrap his arms around her so that she would stop trying to pummel him.
“It’s me! It’s Freddie! You’re alright love, you’re okay,” Fred said, panic surging throughout him, making his stomach churn. Since y/n had moved in with him when she graduated, she had a few nightmares like this. She never told Fred what they were about, but it scared the shit out of Fred every time.
“Fred...I didn’t...mean,” Y/n said in between pants.
“It’s okay love, it’s okay,” Fred said, stroking her hair and letting her bury her head in the crook of his neck.
After she had taken a few deep breaths, and her heart rate had turned back to normal, Fred took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
“This is the third time this week, my love. You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Unlike Georgie”
“Not tonight,” Y/n shook her head. If she was completely honest, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to tell him. It wasn’t like she was trying to keep secrets from him. It just felt like it would be a lot, and she didn’t want to overwhelm him.
“Fair, but remember, I’m here for you, my love.”
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joka13 · 4 months
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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 27
Warning Level (1-10): 4
You struggle to keep up as Fred and George tug you through the halls of Hogwarts castle.
"Slow down!" you pant.
"We can't! We're losing daylight," the twins say together, still pulling you along.
"It's only 1:30," you huff under your breath.
Eventually, the three of you reach the Quidditch stadium field. At once, Fred and George call out, "Accio Cleansweep!" Seconds later, two broomsticks seem to come out of nowhere and into the twins' open hands.
Fred turns to George and asks, "D'you think Ginny would mind if we borrowed her broomstick?"
"Not if we said it was for y/n to use," George responds.
You shake your head. "No, don't bother. I can't fly on my own."
"Really?" George says. "But you must've taken Madam Hooch's flying class during your first year."
"I did, but I barely passed," you chuckle, embarrassed to admit it. "I don't trust myself to be so high up. I get all shaky."
"Wow! Finally, something that y/n isn't good at!" Fred exclaims.
You roll your eyes and shove his arm playfully.
"So you've got a fear of heights?" George asks disappointedly.
"No, no," you quickly clarify, shaking your head. "That's not it. If anything, I love the view more than anyone. I even enjoy a good climbing tree here and there. I just... Let's just say I can depend on my smarts more than I can my athletic skills," you laugh. Fred and George smile at this, causing you to become bashful, but you quickly shake it off. "I'm alright if I'm flying with someone who knows what they're doing."
"Well, you're in luck, y/n!" says Fred. "Because we know exactly what we're doing." Both twins mount their brooms. You watch in awe as Fred takes off, using his long legs to push himself from the ground and into the air. He hovers about ten feet away, waiting for you and George to join him.
"Come on then!" George encourages. He scoots forward on his broom and excitedly pats the open space behind him in invitation.
You take in a deep breath. "Okay."
You nervously move to sit behind George, your heart beat quickening as you wrap your arms around his waist. You can't help but acknowledge how strong his torso feels.
"Try not to enjoy this too much," George says jokingly, though you're half-certain he must've read your mind.
"I was about to tell you the same thing," you gingerly laugh. You're glad that George can't see your furious blushing, but Fred can. He grins knowingly down at you, and you hide behind George in humiliation.
George chuckles. "Ready?"
"I haven't done this in years, so please start slow," you plead, tightening your hold on him.
"Sure thing," he replies. He steadies his feet flat on the ground and you shut your eyes tight. You anticipate the jerk of the lift off, but for a moment too long you don't feel anything.
"Open your eyes, y/n," you hear one of the twins say.
You open your eyes to see Fred floating alongside you. He smiles cheerily. You look down at the green field far below and gasp, clinging to George in fear. The twins laugh.
"Careful now. Hug me any tighter and I won't be able to breath," George wheezes exaggeratedly.
"Sorry," you apologize, loosening your hold around his waist.
Fred snorts. "He's not."
You laugh and George shamelessly shrugs.
You watch anxiously as Fred soars away. He spins around to fly upside down and performs loop-de-loops for your entertainment. You start to let go of George to applaud, but quickly catch yourself and grab George's waist once more.
"That was brilliant, Fred!" you yell.
George looks over his shoulder to grin at you. "Would you like to try that?" he asks.
"No!" you instantly shout. You clear your throat. "No, thank you," you finish sheepishly.
"Alrighty then," George chortles. "We'll just cruise for a bit."
You hold on tight as George gradually takes you higher in a wide spiral. He stops once you're level with Hogwarts' astronomy tower. The view of the castle, the rippling lake, and the surrounding mountains from so high up takes your breath away.
"Wow... how beautiful," you sigh in amazement.
"Not as beautiful as you," both twins say in unison as Fred flies up to float at your side once more.
"Aw, thank you, guys," you giggle, grinning at Fred. You rest your head on George's back and give him an affectionate squeeze. You feel his muscles relax as he sighs happily.
In that moment, you are so utterly content. You close your eyes peacefully and feel the cold wind on your face. You can hear the faint sound of birds chirping in the trees down below. You inhale the smell of honey and redwood coming off of George's sweater. And with the twins so near, there's nothing else that could make you happier.
The word "love" forms in your mind, and you can almost feel it forming on your tongue, but you force yourself to remain silent. You still wonder if it's too soon to confess, even if your feelings are obvious.
Without speaking another word, Fred flies forward towards the lake. You and George follow at a slower speed. You lean to the side to see past George and watch as Fred dips down, barely missing the edge of the trees before reaching the lakeshore. George does the same, though he descends gently.
You fly over the lake, so close to the water's surface. George reaches out with one hand and strokes the small waves, splashing droplets in your direction. You squeal in surprise.
"Hey!" you laugh, and George laughs with you.
You and George follow behind Fred as he soars higher into the sky, up, around, and over Hogwarts castle. You realize that you've never felt so free. You start to holler with gladness and the twins join in. The three of you whoop, cheer, and laugh. But soon you feel your fingers freezing up in the rushing, winter air, and you sadly request that George bring you to the ground.
You and George land back in the quidditch field with Fred not far behind. After managing to get off the broom without tipping over, you move to George on wobbly legs.
In your extreme happiness, you throw yourself onto him, pulling George into a passionate kiss. He's caught by surprise at first, but soon drops his broom and returns the gesture with even more passion. He crushes your body to his, his lips moving against yours with an overwhelming ferocity. You almost believe you're going to faint until you spot Fred dismounting his broom. You finish your kiss with George forcefully, leaving him gasping for air, before running to Fred.
Fred has already tossed his broom to the side and welcomes you with a joyful grin and open arms. You leap, and he catches you in a bear hug. You crash your lips to his and he responds accordingly, moving perfectly in sync. You cup his face with both of your ice-cold hands, but he doesn't care. He holds you like he'll never get to hold you again, clutching your waist so tight that you eventually can't breathe. You reluctantly break the heavy kiss, and, after a moment of both of you panting in recovery, Fred sets you down.
George has come to join the two of you, and you give both of the twins one more quick hug and kiss.
"George," you say after pulling away. "Fred..." You can't hold back the strong emotions inside of you. "I think... I think I love—"
"Weasley! Y/l/n!" a sickeningly familiar voice rings throughout the stadium, and the three of you freeze in place. You slowly turn around, dread welling up in your stomach, to find that the voice belongs to none other than Professor Umbridge.
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Winter changes it all
Fred Weasley x fem!reader
Synopsis: You’ve been living under the stress and fear your parents felt during the summer, so when you return to Hogwarts they intend to see you again just in June. So, you have no else to go for the holidays, having to spend Christmas alone in Hogwarts. However, a blossoming friendship between you and Fred will make you feel less alone.
Warnings: Fresh scar on the hand.
Second chapter / Third chapter/ Fourth Chapter
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December was arriving and for the majority of the students that meant they would be far away from the new director and teacher, the pink cow. Everyone was dreadfully expecting Christmas to get away from her, especially those who weren’t from Slytherin, and most of them who were from the red house.
However, the excitement of being away from this nightmare wasn’t even comparable to the comeback of Voldemort. Hogwarts was a safe place, so even with Umbridge, most of the students felt secure.
You wouldn’t leave the castle anyways since your parents didn’t want you at your house. You’re the Sinclairs, not a part of the sacred 28, but still an ally of Voldemort, or so you were. Your parents realized too late that they didn’t want to be a part of such dark times as the ones that were lived when Voldemort slaughtered thousands of people.
So when he died they kind of celebrated in the privacy of their house along with you, their little baby. Unfortunately, he came back. It wasn’t a surprise for your parents, it was just a shock. What if Voldemort knew of their betrayal? Of what do they really think about him? Would he go after you?
But for now their only worry is if he appears at their house. He probably doesn’t even know you exist since your parents hid you for almost a year until he died. So that’s why they preferred for you to not go home that Christmas.
You understood, but you just wished you could see your parents again. Meanwhile, you never felt so bad at Hogwarts. It was expected from you to be alongside Umbridge since you’re a Slytherin, and thus you are one of the many privileged ones. You never, ever saw her taking one of your fellow housemates to detention. But you can’t stand the punishment she gives to the other students. You never said anything to anyone about that, but sometimes you feel guilty when you hear little students crying with something in their hands or when she invites someone to go to her office in the middle of class.
You’re privileged because Umbridge would never lay a hand on you, but when it comes to your social life, you never were so miserable. Since the spread of the rumor of Voldemort’s comeback, the judgment and hatred stares increased. Nobody outside of Slytherin spoke with you since the beginning of the year, and that’s unusual. They don’t even want to pair up with you anymore in class, even if you are one of the brightest students of your year.
The urge to finish your school years and never see anyone from this school forever increased day by day, and that’s led you to not even go eating to the Great Hall many times. You would go to the kitchen and ask for something from the house elves, and then you would find somewhere quiet and hidden and eat there.
Sometimes you ate in the kitchen, but you were too afraid of the possibility of someone showing up and seeing you there. But that night, your 6-hour study session left no room for fear, only hunger. So when you reached the kitchen you didn’t felt the need to eat somewhere else. Instead, you sat on a bench and started eating the tomato soup.
Unfortunately, as your thoughts about how delicious the soup tasted traveled in your mind, the kitchen door swung open and revealed one of the infamous Weasley twins. You looked startled to the door, spoon in hand almost ready to feed you again, seeing the ginger looking at you, confused. It was odd not to see him with his brother.
“Sinclair,” he greeted after clearing his throat, still beside the open door, this time with a small grin on his face. “Great soup you’ve got there.”
Should you answer him or ignore his words? “Indeed,” you said, still tasting the soup in your mouth. “What do you want, Weasley?” This time your words were cooler and your semblance more serious, so as not to leave any doubt that you wished for him to go away or else you would.
“A good turkey sandwich, Sinclair. That´s what my belly is asking me for!" He chuckled, completely ignoring your cold demeanor and simply entering the kitchen, searching for the elves with his eyes.
"They´re not here," you warn him before sipping the soup from your spoon. The twin hummed, going behind the balcony and finding bread.
He searches for something more, and when you look at him you see him emerging from behind the balcony with ham. "Nice," he whispers, putting ham on two pieces of bread and joining them.
"Why are you here this late? Umbridge would love to catch you." He looks at you again, surprised by your chat.
"Well, I just left her office, so I don´t think she´ll be here right now," he says while munching a piece of his ham sandwich. Your eyes widen with surprise, instantly looking at his hands and seeing that the rumors that were spreading in the Slytherin house were true.
There was something written in his hand, but not written, more like carved. The ginger sees where your eyes are on, and so he lowers his hands and chuckles. "She got mad because I looked back in class."
"Doesn´t that hurt?" What a stupid question, you think. It obviously seems like it, but he doesn´t retorts, he just smiles softly at you, which makes you think. Since his arrival, he never gave you one bad glance. On the very contrary, he even chuckled and smiled at you.
"It stings a bit, but the pain was much stronger when I was writing it," he informs you, and you feel your stomach whirl. Did he write it? What a sick fucking bitch.
You look at your bowl of soup, practically full. You ate a plate of chips and fish sooner, and he probably hadn´t eaten anything. You thought for a while. Being generous for a Gryffindor was something you had to be careful about these times. But after what you found out and what you saw, you were sure your stomach wouldn´t want anything else, so you push the bowl to his side of the counter.
"You can eat it. I´m already full," you said in a generous but uninterested tone at the same time.
“I don’t think I can acce-“
“Goodbye, Weasley.” Before he could continue protesting you rise from the tiny bench and make your way to the door to leave.
“Goodbye, Sinclair.” You hear him shout from afar since you already left the kitchen behind. Why the hell was he being nice to you like that? It felt strange having someone smiling at you like that.
However you continued your way to the dorms, satisfied with your meal. When you reached the dungeons you said the password to the painting and entered the common room, seeing as being past the curfew already almost all of the Slytherins were in there. Some were chatting, others playing chess and others snogging in public.
You went direct to your room, seeing that you were the only one in there. So, you put on your pajamas, brushed your teeth, and quickly laid down on your bed, switching the lights off.
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You woke up after hearing Pansy talking with Daphne, the two were trying to find something to wear since they were going to Hogsmeade. You intended not to go, but you wanted to buy something for your parents to send them on Christmas, so you reluctantly rose from your bed, squinting your eyes at the sun.
“Morning sleepy head,” Daphne said with a cheerful tone and a wide smile. You nodded at her, murmuring something back, but even you didn’t understand what left your mouth, so she just giggled.
“Are you going to Hogsmeade, Sinclair?” Pansy asked from the bathroom, and you hummed in affirmation. “What?”
“I am!” You said louder for her to hear. But you hoped she wouldn’t invite you to go with them since you preferred to go alone. “But not right now. Probably in an hour or two,” you informed them, still sitting in bed watching Daphne look through her closet to find a jacket and Pansy leaving the bathroom, already ready to go.
“C’mon, Greengrass,” Pansy hissed rolling her eyes at her friend that sighed. “Just take your cloak and your scarf!”
Suddenly you hear the curtains of the other bed open, watching as Tracey sleepily rose from her sleep position to shush us. “I’m still sleeping, so please, don’t scream!” She said loudly before closing the curtains abruptly and going to sleep again.
You giggled when Pansy sighed in frustration before going to the door and opening it. “I’m on my way, Greengrass!” She shouted despite Tracey’s words and closed the door before Daphne ran to the closed door with her cloak and her green scarf in her arms, leaving her closet open.
“Wait!” She screamed while opening the door and closing it again in an instant.
You sighed, finally standing up and going to the bathroom. After a while you got ready, wearing black trousers, a green blouse, and one of your black and furred cloaks with green ankle boots.
Leaving Tracey alone and sleeping, you left an hour later since the other two left. You left the dorms and the Slytherin’s common room, walking outside of the castle and going to Hogsmead. It was cold, very cold. The snow painted everything, but the path you and the students were taking was cleaner.
You tighten your scarf while you walked alone, sometimes amongst a slower group of friends that talked and chuckled with each other. When you arrived at Hogsmeade you started to run all the shops, trying to find something to gift to your parents.
Nothing seemed to appeal to you, but it was only the end of October, so you understood why nothing seemed to be a gift to offer someone on Christmas. So, after half an hour of trying to search for something for them, you stopped and walked into Honeyducks, already smelling the sweet smell of all the candies. However, you were confronted with two gingers in front of you when you opened the door this time, both on your way and you on theirs. Just then you realized how enormous the twins were. They towered over you like fucking Big Ben.
“I…I’m sorry,” you whispered, walking backward to let them pass.
“Sinclair! Thank you, for yesterday. The soup really warmed my insides, man,” one of them said with a chuckle. You didn’t even know if he was Fred or George.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Aren’t you the one that almost killed Finnigan in your second year?” You looked at the other twin, surprised and embarrassed by his question.
Long story short, Seamus tried to do something alone to your potion while you went to the bathroom in the middle of class. When you returned you went to check it and suddenly it exploded on both of your faces. Even Snape found it hard to stop you from jumping to Seamus. You never looked on his way again, nor you partnered with him again.
“That’s just exaggerating. I never touched him,” you said annoyed, not liking how people depicted your actions. You would never kill someone over that, it’s just that you wanted Snape’s approval and a good grade.
“Don’t listen to George, he almost killed me several times.” Oh, so the twin you saw last night was Fred. “But you shouldn’t take Seamus's situation that seriously, he likes to blow up things, or so it seems.”
"I´m aware of that," you said, shivering softly under your cloak. It was so damn cold outside, and the snow falling didn´t help at all. "Well, goodbye."
You turned on your heels and started to go to the door of Honeyducks, ready to open it. But before you could move the handle Fred called out for you. "See you around, Sinclair!" You turned around and looked at the twins standing there. You quickly waved at them and entered the store, closing the door behind you and letting yourself be immersed in the hot air and the sweet smells.
You walked around the store, picking up some gummy worms and two sugar quills. You went to the balcony and paid for your items, leaving Honeyducks and walking back to Hogwarts, wishing the snow would stop falling.
Quick note: Hi! I wrote this on AO3 but I also wanted to post this here! I already have the next chapter ready but I’ll wait a few days to finish others. I pretend for this to have, at least, 10 chapters hehe. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!
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neptunes-curse · 2 years
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Hi! Can you do Fred Weasley headcannons with a shy! Slytherin reader?
Fred Weasley w/ shy!Slytherin reader headcanons
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please send in some more requests! these are fun :)
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so first of all, i feel like you would have met at the beginning of hogwarts
maybe even on the train there, the compartments are all full so you join fred and george in one of them
when he looked at you for the first time, it was basically love at first sight
he thought you were the prettiest person in the world, and nobody could tell him otherwise
he was just staring at you in some kind of lovesick daze and george is sitting there like “are you fucking kidding me and on the first day too”
when you three got to the school, you were up first for the sorting hat.
when you got slytherin Fred’s face just sank
you were very sad too, but you knew you guys would make it work as “friends”
you definitely had a crush on him too, but it was kindove hidden deep down so you didn’t notice it to well at first
throughout the years, Fred would do all of these cute little gestures kindove as a secret way of telling you he loves you
he would sneak into the slytherin common room so you two could hang out, and every single slytherin who saw him do so thought y’all were dating but nobody said a thing about it
that’s why, i’m fourth year, when you two started dating, not a single soul was suprised
everybody thought you guys were really cute, kindove like opposites attract
now when it comes to you two getting togther, i have a couple differant ideas
number one is that it was during some kind of game of spin the bottle/seven minuetes in heaven type thing
when it landed on you, Fred was literally about to scream because he was so happy.
this man had a crush on you for 4 years of course he wants to kiss you
but you were really scared
all the thought running through your head like:
what is he doesn’t like me?
what if this ruins our friendship?
what if i’m a shit kisser?
and that’s all natural, but Fred literally just went straight into it
like my man was not waiting he was READY
and let’s just say he wasn’t bad at all
okay so for number 2, i like to think it was after gryffindor had a really good quidditch match, maybe winning against ravenclaw
he was ecstatic, and you were ecstatic for him.
When he was up on that winning high, he flew over to you in the stands
you two just kindove starred at eachother and you said “good game” and he literally just fucking kissed you. like my man just did it
you were pretty embarrassed, i mean it was in front of all your friends and bascially everyone in the school saw it
(i can just imagine lee announcing like,“Gryffindor has beat ravenclaw! oh and look Fred and Y/n are making out-)
but you really couldn’t help but care
you had realized your crush probably last year and so you were just really happpy that he felt the same
and for number 3, maybe it was just something really cute and simple
there was a dance or something coming up, (think yule ball but more springy) and fred knew he wanted to ask you
like that scene in goblet of fire, he passed a note to you asking if you wanted to go
you said yes of course, re-assuring yourself that he only wanted to go as friends.
oh boy you were wrong
when you two met up at the dance, fred’s jaw quite literally dropped
you were literally stunning, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole night.
when the party started to wind down, fred asked you to dance
now you weren’t very good, but fred was probably worse so it was fine
while you two were dancinung together, fred was looking in your eyes and just had this thought
kindove like “now or never” or setting like that
so he he said he loves you, and you were just shocked
you said it back of course, because who wouldn’t-
moving along then
okay so when y’all were dating, there was the occasional mean person, but it affected you way more than it affected fred.
people would talk about your realationship, saying things like
“why would he date her?”
“she’s so boring, she like, never talks”
“i can’t believe he’s with a slytherin”
the comments would make you get down about yourself, and make you doubt if he really loved you
you often would keep your feelings secret, just bottling them up
but when you came crashing down and would admit what you felt to fred, he already knew
he’d talk to the people who say that, (maybe throw a few punches) but everybody kindove learned their lesson after that
next scene
so at parties, you didn’t really know what to do
you didn’t go out much, but fred was quite the opposite
you would stand by his side, and of course he wouldn’t mind
he liked showing you off to everyone
like yeah, this is my partner, be jealous 🙄
he’d also do a lot of the talking for you
you knew eachother so well, he probably can tell what you’re saying next by just looking at you.
eeeek i love him.
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Showing whats mine
Fred Weasley x reader
Summary: After Freds shift at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, him & George decide to meet you at a bar, you have to innterrupt an unwanted guest flirting with your boyfriend.
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With a final huff & closure of her locker, Y/N had at last finished her shift at the bar. Remembering that George & Fred wanted to meet her at the end of their own shift, she tidied herself up a little & got changed out of her work clothes into something nice.
Meanwhile, George & Fred were sitting at the bar where you were working twenty minutes earlier sipping on some drink they ordered. Suddenly, a tall blonde woman walked over to them, smiling sickly before sitting beside Fred.
As she sat down she eyed him up & down “Well hello handsome.” The man at first didnt realise who she was talking to, looked up in surprise “Yeah you.” She batted her lashes & reached out to play with his hair, Fred jerked backwards with a faint look of confusion on his face, looking around for you.
“What’s got you looking so solemn and alone?” George looked at the girl warily, knowing that no good would come out of this.
Fred chuckled uneasily and responded “I’ll be right as rain when my girlfriend gets here.”
The girl rolled her eyes “I dont see her anywhere.” Twirling her hair, she looked at the red haired man seductively, trying & failing to capture his attention. Only causing both men to feel uncomfortable.
“Turn around.” A new voice emerged from behind causing the woman to look at you in disgust. “Now you see her.” You bend down to her ear so she’d hear your threat “If I were you I’d get up & leave” you twirl her hair between your fingers “If you want that gorgeous hair to remain intact with your scalp.”
She scoffed & monumenteraly turned back around to slide Fred a piece of paper “When you get tired of her, ring me handsome.” With a wink, she got up and strutted off and it took absolutely everything in you not to punch her straight in her skank face.
With your face accompanied by a faint scowl you sit beside Fred, feeing her eyes still on the back of your skull, you pull Fred by his tie & kiss him passionately, letting her know who he belonged to & that in no way would he be ringing her.
“Hello gorgeous.” He mumbled into your lips “whats this for hmm?”
“So that bitch doesnt get handsy with something that isnt hers.” You respond lowly, you wouldn’t have had a problem if she apologised for hitting on someone with a partner, yet she had the cheek to give him her number.
George imitated puking sounds from behind you two “Wheres my ‘Hello George, I’ve missed you so much’ eh Y/N?”
You laugh and face him before ruffling his hair “Getting jelous are we Georgie? Dont worry, I’ll always have a soft spot for you.”
“Good.” He mumbled and got up to hug you “I havent seen you in so long.”
You scoff and roll your eyes “And whos fault was that huh? You’re the one that went on a honeymoon for two months.” You say reffering to him & Angelina. “Speaking of, whens she joining us?”
“Ah about that, I only came down to say hello, I’ve got to get back now, shes not feeling too well lately.”
“Party poopers” you pout “Nevermind. Send her my love & that she should expect guests on Sunday.”
George frowns “Guests?”
“Me and a big bottle of vodka.” You wink causing George to laugh and shake his head. After saying your goodbyes to him, you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.
“So. What did she even want?” You wrinkle your nose at the thought of the woman from earlier
Fred paying no mind to your question and instead littered your neck with kisses “I like how jealous you get.”
“Jealous?” You scoff “Trust me, youd know when I’m jealous. And that certainly wasnt it.”
He hums in disbelief “Oh really? that certainly looked like jealousy to me miss Y/L/N” you could feel his smirk on your skin, and honestly it felt amazing,
“Fine” you rolled your eyes “jealousy is an ugly emotion and i refuse to admit that i felt it.” you admit.
Fred finally moves his gaze to you and smiles lightly before leaning to your ear and whispering “you make it look hot” leaning in he kissed you again before you pulled away, breaking apart.
“i do dont i” you agreed “besides, i have nothing to be jealous of there” you suddenly twirl around while his hand is still holding yours “have you seen me? total knockout”
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this ones quite short but im trying to get back into writing <3
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Fred: Y/n, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?
Y/n: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.
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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months
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dancing in the rain with fred weasley
d a n c i n g i n t h e r a i n
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- fred weasley
a/n: I havnt gotten as much as fred as i have george, so im delighted with his presence to my inbox. im ngl, this month itself has given me a writter's block, but i'm working on it, hope you're happy with how this turned out :)
requested- yes
warnings- none i hope
Fred Weasley has always been known to be the more reckless of the two, the more impulsive one if i might aknowledge. but beng asked to dance in the rain with him? it was probably the most fred weasley thing to ask.
shirt stuck to his body as if his figure had been freshly craved with a chisel, his hair kept back with on of your hairbands and his hands just dangled everywhere he could keep it. It might have been roaring thunder but it seemed just like the two of you behind the quidditch bleachers.
These were the times Fred Weasley just falls in love again, it was how she'd smile so rarley that it made him yearn for each one. He'd do the stupidest to the most devil things to look at her to see,
did a smile take over her face yet? did she see?
she was smiling, and such a lovley one. a one that would want you to stop everything and look, the one you'd take millions of photographs of, a one which he felt his darn heart was blessed with
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Bet you can´t woo her of her feet! (pt. 1)
Fred Weasley x Slytherin! reader PART 1
SERIES MASTERLIST
TW: reader cursed, but other than that I hope none :3 (also not proof read and english is not my first language) 
My first FF hope you will like it! -Lenny ________________________________________________________________ Power. Pure blood. Beauty. Smart. Cunning. Dangerous.
Those were the words to describe her and the family of Ravens. Everybody knew the rich family of mighty merchants and dealers of magic relics, goods and fauna. They were well respected as they can get almost anything from anyone or anywhere. Their whole business is based on finding the impossible. The family had long tradition of maintaining this business. The founding father of the “Raven´s goods” Wolfe Killian Raven build great name for next generations to follow. His son and daughter Goran Azriel and Aurelia Sybil Ravens took over the bussines after their fathers death and expanded the goods to fauna and relics too. Next owner become Aurelia´s son Calder Eliphas Raven, who was the last to own the shop before his daughter Lilith Ursa Raven took over with her husband. Thanks to Lilith and Athan the business took sky high popularity. Now the shop is one of the best places to get anything and everything you wish for.
At King´s cross station stood, on platform 9 ¾ stood many young witches and wizards, waiting for the train to Hogwarts. Y/n Indigo Raven, the eldest daughter of the mighty Ravens was there waiting with her parents. Her younger brother Darius Wolfe and his twin sister Opal Estelle hugging her legs crying and already missing their sister. “Be sure to enjoy yourself.” Her father said. Y/n smiled and nodded. “Sure will!” Her mother placed hand on her head and said “We have to go to the shop soon.” The eldest daughter knew that, she was expecting this after all. Her parents were always about business. “I know, it is to make your business grow.” Her mother smiled proudly. “Of course! Smart and correct as always. I know you will be in Raven claw like me. ” she added patting her hair. The toddlers finally let her go from their big hug. Her parents bid their eldest daughter last goodbye and left with the small twins. As the girl went to the train she sit down in one of the coupes. With opened book she was going to enjoy her favorite novel and peaceful moment, when one loud girl came to the coupe. “Hi! Can I sit here?” The girl wasn´t even waiting to her answer as the silver-hair made herself comfortable. Y/n closed the book rather loudly and looked at the girls. “And who you might be?” she asked. Honestly she was interested in the loud and kinda obnoxious girl. “I am Orleana.” said the girl in front of Y/n. The eldest daughter of Ravens nodded and gave them a small smile. “You can call me Y/n.”
It wasn´t even full week in the school and Y/n was looking around each corner of Hogwarts just to memorize everything in the school. She was quick to realize where most of the ingredients for potions were and where teachers had their notes stored. The eldest daughter of Raven family was going to be continuing the family legacy. She decided that it would be beneficial. And oportunity stroke in few days, when she heard two redheads talk about getting wolf´s fangs of a prank. “-have to get a wolf´s fangs George!” said one to the other. Y/n stayed hidden and listen to the voices. “Fred, where would we found a wolf´s fangs now?! You should have told me before!” said the other voice. Y/n was in fact aware where to  get them. She actually got them from supply cabinet for her experiment. “I can help you with that.” She said as she revealed herself. There were two boys in front of her eyes. Twins with flaming hair and red ties. “Bloody hell did it had to be slytherin who cought us?” Cursed one of them. “I said I would help you, right?” the girl folded her arms and smirked. “Why?” asked the boys at the same time. “I want to start a business. I am sure I could find a way to get you anything! But anything has a prize right?” She stated. The boys looked at each other and asked suspiciously “Anything?” they asked at the same time. “like ingredients?” asked Fred. “like test answers?” asked George. “like information?” asked Fred again. “like esseys?” asked George again. While the girl nodded. “Yes to all of that. I can find anything! Just like my mom and dad. They own the Raven´s goods after all” said little girl with confidence and showed them her palm full of their desired ingredient. The twins jaws dropped. This was deal of the century! Still they were sceptical about her motive because she was a slytherin. But in the moment they agreed. “What do you want for the wolf´s fangs?” they asked. “Because you are my first costumers I will get you a good deal. Spread a word around, that I can get anything for anyone and we will be even.”
Trough the years her clientele enormously grew. She was treated with more respect then before. Eaven royalty would be jealous. She was pride of her class. Everyone in the school knew who she was and why she was famous, although no one dared to tell the teachers. But the rumors were spread that even teachers asked for things of her small bussiness. She grew into a dealer with incredible skills and respect of others. One of her regular costumers were her first costumers, the Weasley twins. And she was getting more busy by the day, specifically around exam period. Every house would want something around this time, even if they would be suspicious of her. She also grew into intelligent, witty, kinda smug, brilliant and beautiful witch. Y/n did get a lot of admirers through the years, but everyone of them stayed hidden in the shadows in fear of rejection or her wrath.
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“Of course I am the more handsome twin!” Argued Fred. “Says who?” deadpanned the younger twin. “Says me!” Yelled the older Weasley twin. “What are you two arguing about?” asked Angelina, obviously annoyed with her friends, who had been very loud this morning. They weren't mad at each other, just brotherly bickering. Angelina seemed mad at them, because they have been very loud and obnoxious, more than usual. “About who is more handsome.” Said Fred and looked the girl in the eye. “Say, Angie... the one and only Angelina with joyful eyes and blinding smile, I am the more handsome twin, right?” He winked at her and the girl blused. “Come on mate! Not fair.” Pouted George and slap his brother on his shoulder.  Obviously pointing at the fact that Angelina did fancy Fred. With quick “shut up, I don´t know” the girl returned to her food, small smile on her lips. “Let´s make a bet then!” Offered George. Confident in his new brilliant idea. “The first girl we see come to the great hall you will try to win over. If you woo her of her feet I will publicly announce that you are the more attractive twin.” George explained. Fred smirked and shake hands with his brother. “You are going to loose! 5 galleons on top that.” Stated the older ginger, smiling and agreeing on the terms.
Both of the twins were waiting for a girl to come trough door in great hall. And than the loud bang came though the door and there walked very pissed girl with the most beautiful eyes. Both of the twins knew her. The slytherin pride and joy, treated as royalty, filthy rich and powerful girl Y/n Indigo Raven. They were both so dead if caught!
She was fuming and giving death stare towards a slytherin table. She stormed towards Adrian Pucey avadake davra written in her firing gaze. “Adrian bloody Pucey!” The boy in question turned to her, visibly shaken. “Can you explain yourself?!” She showed a book in his face. Fred and George were enjoying the show and then again, the thought of seducing this firecracker settled in. “You are so dead...” George said. It wasn´t a fact that they would be scared, more that they did kinda respected her. And for the twins to respect someone means something. “Why in the bloody hell would you do this?” The girl screamed in his face. “Come on! I know you love the idea-” the boy was quickly shushed by the girl´s finger. “Don´t fuck with me Pucey! I loathe the idea of being with you in the same house, room and universe… isn't it enough that we share the same oxygen?! ” she said with a freezing tone. The boy swallowed hard and shifted in his seat. After this the girl left and after her there was Orleana. Fred and George were looking at each other in shock. 
“How much time do I have?” Asked the older ginger. “Dunno mate. How about a month?” Suggested the younger one. “Deal” they said at the same time. George was curious though “How will you make her fall for you?” he asked. The older boy smirked, already forming a plan. “You will see my dear brother.”
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“Y/n!” yelled rather short girl with shiny, curly silver hair. Said girl stopped and looked at her friend. “Yea?” she asked plainly. “What happened? You just said you would look for your potions book! Not that you would yell at Adrian!” Orleana started asking about the debacle in great hall. That morning before the breakfast Y/n forgot her potions book and returned to her room to look for it. How ever when someone messes with her stuff, she can´t forgive them that easily. “He wrote in my book without my knowledge or permission, see?” Y/n showed her potions book. In fact there was a writing that wasn't hers. “Go out with me. Tomorrow at Hogsmeade. -Yours Adrian” when the words left the shorter girls mouth she made discussed face. “He didn´t even asked you?! It´s like he orderd you to do it.” she was fuming now. “I will break his nose.” That made Y/n´s day a bit better. She didn’t like Adrian Pucey at all. She didn´t even spoke to him that much. Yet he had the audacity to write in her book. “Orle, you can´t...you will get yourself in detention. I will not go trough the dark forest again just to get your ass out of trouble.” smiled the taller girl. “You go there on daily basis!” pouted the silverhead. “But that's because its for my costumers! You know, the ones that actually pay?” argued Y/n in a mocking maner. “Hey! I said I will pay you when my dad will give me back my allowance.” Orleana pouted more, while the girl in front of her giggled. ________________________________________________________________
PART 2: here PS: Orleana is just my OC :)
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hii ! i came on to the app (for loke the 8th time today, shocker) and i saw this and got so excited.. first of all, CONGRATULATIONS LOVELY for 1.3k, you deserve this milestone and so much more, in fact i was reading quite a few fics of yours earlier, still just as in love with them x anyway i kinda wanted to request a (🎉 serendipity) with fred weasley to perhaps the song 'the girl who cried wolf' - 5 seconds of summer, but its fluffy.. as it is 8pm on the 30th of august currently, i have exactly an hour and 17 minutes before i hit a year of being clean of sh and this song really helped and freddie did too, both mean so much to me and so, that's all i wanted to ask.. congratulations again <3 (i hope that wasnt too much writing :)) )
Thank you so much for requesting this lovely! Congratulations on the 1 year! I hoped this was up to your expectations. 💖
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The Girl Who Cried Wolf | F.W.
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TW: Sort of mental health condition, not specified.
A/N: This is based on the song: "The Girl Who Cried Wolf" by 5SOS
It’s been a year. It’s been a year since you started fighting off the demons inside of you. During your darkest days you thought that Fred would leave, that you would have to start over again. 
Whenever you voiced these thoughts out to your boyfriend, he would hold you and comfort you while joking that you are the girl who cried wolf. 
He vowed to always stay by your side, no matter what happened. He vowed to never leave you, even if it seemed that you weren’t there at all. 
You deemed yourself lucky to have Fred by your side in getting you through this tough time. He became your paradise, your source of a great escape. He always managed to bring you back every time and without complaint. 
“Congratulations princess.” Fred greeted with a kiss on your cheek, freshly home from working at the shop. 
You contentedly sighed, leaning back in your chair, “It’s been a rough year, but we made it through.”
“You darling.” Fred corrected, sitting down next to you, “It’s all you darling. I’m so proud of you.” 
Giving him a smile, you said, “I wouldn’t have done it without you though.” 
“You were the endless lost paradise inside of a tragedy.” You continued, “In the castle facade of make believe you were the one with truth spelt out in your eyes, reaching out to me.”
“If you weren’t by my side, if you didn’t stay - I didn’t know what would’ve happened or where would I would’ve ended. If I would’ve been able to run towards the great escape or I would’ve called it quits and started over again.” You admitted, “So thank you. For always being there, no matter how tough it was and even if everyone else would’ve given up on me.” 
Fred smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “No need to thank me love, it’s the least I could do for my girl.” 
“Besides, I was right - you are the girl who cried wolf.” He joked, making you laugh as you playfully swatted his arm. 
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thecrystalquill · 2 years
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Unexpected Part 9
Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
Summary:  Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Griffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl that sends his nerves wild.
A/N: ugh finally the next part is here!!! ive been busy but im so glad this one’s done :)
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Sprinting at full speed through the halls, Fred glanced at his watch again as he dodged a couple of first years. Five minutes to ten, he was cutting it fine. Papers fell from his clumsily packed bag as he rounded a corner, ignoring the yells and complaints from people he dodged.
His legs were starting to ache from all the running, but he powered through. Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn big?
Finally the library doors were in sight. Stopping to catch his breath by the entrance, Fred tried to straighten himself out the best he could. Was his heart beating so fast from the running or the nerves? Oh Godric his palms were sweating.
It was a spectacular library, he’d credit that – only, he didn’t visit it often. Some said it was because the twins never studied, others rumoured that they didn’t even know where it was. Truth be told, Fred didn’t like being in the library all that much; it was quiet and boring and had so many rules, and whenever he did study (which was more often than people speculated), he much preferred to do so elsewhere.
Fred weaved his way around the room, checking faces at every table he could find. He looked around the rows of desks and between the towering bookcases and everywhere else he knew to look. But his tutor was nowhere to be seen. Checking his watch once more, Fred let out a deep sigh. Ten minutes past ten – late.
She’d left already because of his tardiness, and all of that effort was for nothing.
His bag hit the ground with a low thud, along with his hopes. Fred grunted in frustration. Brilliant, he thought to himself, screwed everything up before you’d even started.
“I told you not to be late.”
Fred jumped at the unexpected interruption, picking his head up and spinning around.
There she was, leaning against the bookshelf just behind him. She looked so different in her casual wear; black jeans, blue converse, and a summery cream-coloured blouse. Quite different from the Slytherin robes he’d only ever seen her in (and, if we’re being honest, she looked much less intimidating). “I-I couldn’t find you…” he said, but he suspected excuses wouldn’t do him any favours.
She examined him for a minute, contemplating the guilty expression on his face, before turning around and walking away.
Fred’s heart sank to his feet, watching as she rounded the corner – he’d definitely blown it.
“Aren’t you coming?” He heard, and he barely stopped to think before he grabbed his back and jogged to follow, his heart stuttering as he caught up.
(Y/N) lead him to a small table at the far end of the library, away from prying eyes and distractions. It was a small, square-ish desk in the middle of the isle, between two tall bookcases containing countless books and theorems labelled from alchemy to occultism. She had already set her things down and took a seat, raising a brow as he stood there.
Quickly, Fred sat in the chair beside her, yet again being consumed by her ashen aroma; this time, he noticed her perfume was different, the floral fragrance of roses replaced with the sweet scent of vanilla. The combination would quickly become his favourite. “Um… thank you, for er- for helping me out,” he expressed as he fiddled with the end of his shirt, “I-I appreciate it.” Oh Merlin stop his heart from beating so hard.
She gave him a soft smile that eased his nerves, pulling out a book from the things on the table. “You need it,” she said with a smirk, drawing out a laugh from him. “I thought we’d start with Tarot…”
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Two hours later, Fred was staring down at what (Y/N) had called the ‘Rainbow Spread’ – seven rows of cards laid out across the desk as he tried to decipher the meanings. They’d spent the previous hour going over the meanings (and reverse meanings) of the cards and how to interpret them. He’d taken simplified notes and shuffled the deck more times than he could count, and (Y/N) had been helpfully encouraging him as they went.
Strange how it all works out; he’d come for a sly study-date and actually ended up learning something.
His heart leapt every time she leaned over to point at something on the desk, breath caught in his throat when she rested her hand on his arm, face flushing when she smiled or laughed. Merlin he was really in deep. Once he’d even managed the courage to rest his arm along the back of her chair, thanking Godric Gryffindor himself for sparing him some bravery.
“You’ve been doing really well, Fred.” Said (Y/N) as they packed away their things.
Fred could feel hope lighting his chest, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks,” he quietly replied, looking for something to say, “you um… you’re a good teacher, y’know… half the time I never know what Trelawny’s going on about.” He laughed, passing the girl her deck of cards.
(Y/N) shook her head, grabbing her bag instead. “Keep them, I have more.”
The tips of his ears reddened as he put the pack in his pocket. He was cute when he blushed – but (Y/N) would never tell him that so sincerely. “I’ll see you next week, Fred.” She promised, sending him a wink, making the redness travel all the way down to his neck.                                                                  
Next week couldn’t come soon enough.
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babixxi · 1 year
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DEARBORN - Draco x OC
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"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞; 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡."
Madeline Bisset lost her father to the first Wizarding War.
After rumours begin brewing of another impending dark age in the Wizarding world, rich aristocrat Madeline Bisset leaves her peaceful life in France to find refuge in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, fearing she may no longer be safe in her own home. However, not realising that perhaps she might just be the key to saving the world.
Chapter Index: 𝟏 - 𝟐𝟏: Goblet of Fire 𝟐𝟐 - 𝟒𝟏: Order Of The Phoenix 𝟒𝟐 - 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠: Half Blood Prince
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𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘊 𝘈𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘋 2022 @Avengersnerd08
Cover by: @Avengersnerd08 Also published under Lilac_Skies on different platforms
LINKS:
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26979595/chapters/65854405
FF. NET: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13718749/1/DEARBORN
WATTPAD: https://my.w.tt/6CWxmoQLxab
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