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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant

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William ‘Bill’

“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.

Charlie

“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.

Percy

“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.

Fred

The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?

George

"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.

Ron

“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.

Ginny

“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?

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347-emeraldbitch · 2 months

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Ron: Percy can you fight?

Percy: I have four five younger siblings, I wear hand me downs, I memorized the school rule book, and I have the most violently red hair. Of course I can. With spells and fists. 💪🏻

Harry: I knew it!!! I saw a tall red head fight in the dungeons one time!!!

Percy: That was you!!! It was 3 am Harry!!! What were you doing down there??!!!!

Fred & George: Excuse me??!? What were YOU doing in the dungeons at 3 am!!!?!?

Percy: Prefect things. Besides I wasn’t fighting, the Slytherins and I are teaming up against the Ravenclaws.

Fred & George: Again, excuse me??!!?!

#percy weasley #harry potter #hp #weasley siblings #older sibling problems

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itsgrangerweasley · 2 years

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Minerva McGonagall: [to Molly Weasley] Your children are unruly, disrespectful, volatile, and highly unpredictable. I am quite fond of them.

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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No Matter What - F.Weasley

Summary: Y/N is finally meeting Fred’s parents and his eldest brothers for the holidays. She’s nervous but Fred assures her that he would love her no matter what.

Word Count: 1507

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, nervousness, Fem!Reader, non specific house, betting

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Author's Note: This is my first day of trying once again to post 25 fics leading up to Christmas! I have a few days done in advance already. I will be posting at least 2 fics per character on my masterlists. I hope you enjoy!

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Y/N and Fred had been together for nearly a year. They had started dating right after New Years. For this Christmas, instead of spending the holiday at Hogwarts, Fred had invited her to the Burrow for Christmas, which she agreed to happily. However this would be the first time she had met his parents, Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Wealsley boys coming home for the holidays. She already knew George, Ginny, Ron and Percy through school but meeting the parents of the Weasley clan was something that made her nervous.

It was officially the first day of break, she was packed and ready to go, waiting by the Fat Lady’s painting for Fred and the rest of the Weasley’s, the first one to exit the portrait was George and right behind him was Fred. “You ready to go love?” Fred asked her with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m ready, let’s go boys,” She replied, matching her boyfriend’s smile. Fred was blissfully unaware of how nervous she was, he was just excited to go home to see the rest of his family, sure he had a majority of them at Hogwarts but he missed his parents dearly. He linked arms with his girlfriend who had linked arms with his twin as the three of them pranced their way to the exit of Hogwarts.

Once they were on the train, then Fred finally took notice of how nervous his girlfriend actually was. “Why are you so nervous? I told you everyone is going to love you!”

“I know but I can’t help it. What if your mum doesn’t like me? Or your dad?” She asked, concern lacing her voice. Fred grabbed her hand and squeezed it, looking right in her eye.

“They will love you, I promise. Have I ever lied to you? Like ever?” Fred asked, she shook her head no, “So why would I lie about this? Mum and dad will love you. No question about it. George, a little backup here?” George perked up and looked right at his brother’s girlfriend, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh no, I entirely disagree. I think mum will claim her as her own child, another daughter. You know how much she loves having a single girl in the house, now imagine her with another girl in the house that loves her son just as much as she does,” George said, Y/N giggling slightly, the twins doing fantastic at their job to make her feel better.

“Thank you Freddie and Georgie. I appreciate it a lot.”

She was calm for the rest of the ride, the nervous feeling only returning once they flooed into the Burrow. She was right after George to get to the Burrow, Fred and the other’s right behind her.

“My children are home! Hello my darlings! I’ve missed you!” Molly exclaimed from the kitchen, her voice getting louder until she had reached the fireplace. “You must be Y/N! Oh you are gorgeous, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Molly pulled the girl in for a hug which surprised her, she was stunned for a moment until she finally remembered to hug the woman back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Weasley. Freddie wouldn’t shut up about coming home to your cooking. He always says the house elves have nothing on you,” Y/N replied.

“Oh dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old.”

“Can I steal my girlfriend back to introduce her to dad? You’re going to suffocate her woman,” Fred joked to his mother. Molly let go of the girl before quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry dear, Fred just hasn’t stopped talking about you, I’ve been so excited to finally meet you!”

“I’ve been so excited to meet you too!”

“Okay, love, let’s go meet my father before my mum steals you for the rest of the holiday,” Fred grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and led her to the back yard where Arthur was tinkering with some muggle objects. “Dad, this is my girlfriend Y/N, love, this is my father.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Weasley, Freddie has told me loads about you,” She said with a smile.

“He’s said loads about you too! He told me you’re a half-blood, can you tell me what it’s like to have a muggle parent?” Arthur replied.

“Dad-”

“No, it’s fine Fred, I enjoy talking about my life as a half-blood, I got the best of both worlds really. I got to experience things as a witch but also as a muggle,” She explained to the man. Arthur continued to ask the girl questions, Fred eventually leaving the two of them to talk about the muggle world so he can go catch up with his mother.

“Where’s Y/N, dear?” Molly asked her son.

“Lost her to dad. They’re talking about muggles.” Fred replied.

“I had a feeling that would happen. You’ve got a good one Fred. That’s a keeper she is.”

Fred and Molly took the time to catch up, Fred telling her about school and Molly telling him about new things that she had done while her children had been away. They took their sweet time catching up until dinner was ready, Molly tasking Fred to call in Arthur and Y/N, so he went outside where he saw the two who had just met hugging, his father treating his girlfriend as one of his own. It made Fred’s heart warm to see it.

“Mum said dinner is ready,” Fred was apprehensive to interrupt but was glad he did deep down because he could finally steal his girlfriend back. Arthur was the first to let go of the girl and happily went into the house, Y/N meeting Fred halfway so they could walk into the house together. “I see that you and dad get on well.”

“Yeah, he’s a delight Freddie! He reminds me of you a little bit. You both get very passionate when you talk about things you love or have an interest in. Your eyes light up and you can talk for days about whatever it is. You two have that in common,” She smiled as they walked towards the house.

“See, I told you, there was no reason to be nervous. I do owe George a galleon now though.”

“What? Why? What did you two bet on this time?”

“I said mum would be the one to steal you but Georgie said dad would. George was right.” The two of them laughed about the bet as they entered the house and sat at the dinner table.

Dinner went well, the Weasley’s that didn’t know Y/N got to know her and what she had liked. She had learned some new embarrassing stories about the twins as the conversation went on. And then, Molly pulled out the photo albums much to all of the Weasley children’s dismay. Y/N, Herminone and Harry, however, thoroughly enjoyed seeing pictures of their significant others as children, it gave them perfect ammunition to use against them if needed.

Molly stayed up with the girl for a while finally getting the time to talk to her one on one to get to know her and her intentions with dating one of her sons. Y/N assured Molly that Fred was the love of her life; that there was nothing to be worried about when they were at Hogwarts because she would be there for Fred, no matter what. Molly felt lighter hearing this but she felt even better as she went on about her other children that were attending Hogwarts as well.

“Mrs. Weasley, I promise you that I will look after and care for Ginny, George and Fred when they’re away from you. They’re my family too and I care about them a lot. They mean the world to me,” Y/N assured the woman next to her. The woman pulled the girl into a tight hug as a thank you before sending her off to bed once she realized the time. She went up to the twins’ room and climbed right into Fred’s bed where he was already half asleep.

“Have a good talk with mum?” Fred asked her sleepily.

“A really good talk. I’ll tell you about it in the morning,” She replied as she was getting under the covers with him. As soon as she was under the covers, he pulled her into his side and dropped a lazy kiss to the top of her head.

“Night, I love you.”

“I love you too Freddie. Good night.”

She had never felt so welcomed by another family before, she already felt like she was a part of the Weasley family. She knew that the family would always hold a special place in her heart no matter what happened. Fred was happy that she was quick to become part of the family, that she was quick to care for his family. He knew that he would never let her go, no matter what.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #weasley twins #weasley family #weasley siblings #george weasley #harry potter fandom #harry potter

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starlingflight · 30 days

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Ginniversary drabble 15

Prompt: #I19 -- The girl shouldn't have been sacked but if he said anything he'd make it worse.

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Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was packed almost to bursting. Harry's plan to sneak under the invisibility cloak was swiftly abandoned; there was no room to manoeuvre. It didn't matter, he slid through the door and was immediately swallowed by the crowd.

The year-long closure had done nothing to dull the shine of the shop. Harry still didn't know where to look, he was captivated by a cacophony of colourful flashes, smoke-plumed bangs, and the sparkling whizz of a hundred different products all fighting for his attention.

His eyes wandered from one bright distraction to another as he navigated the crowd, only stopping when they fell on her.

She was, in his opinion, brighter than any firework could wish to be. The magenta staff robes that he had always thought clashed horribly with the signature Weasley hair, dulled in comparison to Ginny's smile until they were hardly noticeable.

Harry paused by a display of edible Dark Marks (clearance: buy one get one free), watching as Ginny directed a stack of skiving snackboxes onto a free topshelf with her wand.

An elderly woman was talking to her, holding up a fanged frisbee which looked to have been roughly torn from its packaging and now had several fangs missing.

“I'm sorry,” Ginny said, still smiling despite the scowl the woman was throwing at her. “I can't take it back without a receipt.”

“I don't have a receipt!” The old lady practically yelled.

Ginny's knuckles turned white where she gripped her wand. “I know, that's why I can't–”

“Oi, miss!” A middle-aged wizard with a grey beard and two children in tow barged up to Ginny.

The corners of her smile twitched. “I'll be with you in a–”

The bearded wizard shook his head. “I've been looking everywhere for an assistant.”

“Yes, if you could just give me a–”

He interrupted her again, apparently oblivious to the dangerous undercurrent in Ginny's voice that Harry found unmissable. “Does anybody actually work in this shop?”

Even Harry couldn't deny that the red flush slowly creeping over Ginny's face clashed jarringly with the magenta robes now. Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Yes, people do work here,” she hissed. “It might have escaped your attention, because clearly you think the world revolves around you, but we're actually quite busy today.”

The elderly witch gasped dramatically. Harry resisted the urge to grin.

The bearded wizard didn't have the good sense to appear affected by Ginny's tone at all. He crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. “I want three bottles of Otter's fizzy orange juice.”

“I want a refund!” The elderly witch chimed in.

A tiny huff of indignation escaped Ginny. Harry was strongly reminded of the puffs of air he'd seen escape an angry dragon's nostrils on more than one occasion. “Well, I want a lifetime supply of fizzing whizzbees, a pet unicorn, and five minutes free of entitled demands, but it looks like none of us are getting what we want, are we?”

The elderly witch clutched at her chest in a great show of shock. The bearded wizard's hands curled into fists. Harry took a step forward, pushing through the crowd in a bid to reach Ginny before the situation escalated.

George got there a moment before Harry did, appearing smoothly from the crowd and clapping a jovial hand on the wizard's shoulder. “Free of charge,” he said, offering three bottles of luminous orange liquid to the man before turning to the elderly witch with a smile that Harry had previously thought was reserved for Mrs Weasley. “If you go and see Verity at the counter, she'll be happy to refund you.”

“What?” Ginny burst out as both the wizard and the witch, apparently pleased with George's offers, melted into the crowd. “A refund? It's missing half its fangs because her grandchild is more feral than the product!”

George laughed loudly; his fingers dug into Ginny's shoulder pulling her back towards the wall. Harry followed, receiving only a short nod from both of them in acknowdgement of his arrival.

They turned to glare at one another in a way that suggested this wasn't their first argument in the four hours since Ginny had taken up employment in the shop. Harry hovered a few steps away.

“Ginny, you're fired,” George said, immediately confirming Harry's suspicions.

Ginny's eyes flicked to him, but Harry remained silent. He didn't think she should be sacked, but if he said anything he'd make it worse. He knew better than to come into in the middle of a Weasley sibling argument.

“You can't be serious!” Ginny fumed. “Because of a few egregiously rude customers?”

George laughed again, a sound that only served to increase Ginny's ire, judging by her expression. “That wasn't egregiously rude… once I had a woman ask me if I wanted to explain to her child why I'd decided to ruin Christmas, because we'd sold out of aviatomobiles.”

Her arms folded and she glared at the polished wooden floor. “Well, that kid's christmas was probably already ruined by having awful human beings for parents.”

‘Thats not the point,'' George persisted. "You made Wally Dixon cry."

"Wally Dixon cries at everything." Ginny shrugged, looking up at George defiantly. "I can't be held responsible for that."

"And I can't have crying patrons fleeing my shop – its bad for business."

“Fine!” Ginny declared. “I didn't want to work here anyway!”

She didn't wait for George to respond, already taking off into the crowd, her hand brushing against Harry's as she sidled past him, presumably to rid herself of the magenta robes.

George watched her go, shaking his head as he turned his eyes upon Harry. “Is it her charming personality that you're attracted to? Or is there something else I'm not seeing?”

#hinny #sort of #weasley siblings #definitely #ginny weasley #george weasley

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gummybearinthehouseee · 7 months

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Fred: I’m your big brother. I should be the one to protect you

George: you know we’re twins, right?

Fred: yeah, but I’m the older twin

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halloworhorecrux · 3 days

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Harco Wedding

Harry is standing before the Weasley Siblings

" Listen up. There will be no fighting. Draco threatened to leave me behind from our honeymoon if there is fighting. NO FIGHTING!

*points at each weasely*

No fighting *George smiles*

No fighting *Fred looks down*

No fighting *Percy nods*

No fighting * Bill puts his hands up in an innocent manner*

No fighting * Charlie laughs*

NO FUCKING FIGHTING *Ginny is offended because why was she cursed at....we know exactly why though that woman is a menace and we love her *

"Now any questions?"

" Oi why isn't dear Ronald not part of the dressing down?"

Smirking, Harry walks towards the door, turning slightly as he speaks. " Cause Hermione already cursed him if he dared step out of line." The words make all the Weasley's wince.

#harry x draco #drarry #harco #incorrect harry potter quotes #drarry wedding #harry potter #weasley siblings #fred weasley #bill weasley #george weasley #charlie weasley #ginny weasley #percy weasley #wedding shenanigans

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ashtheketchum · 3 months

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Fred and George singing

Fred: I´m just like you! George: I´m just like you! Fred: You´re just like me! George: You´re just like me! Fred&George: And it´s something anyone can see! Ron: Please, shut up...

#harry potter #Harry Potter #Weasley #Ron Weasley #ron weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #fred and george #barbie #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #weasley twins #weasley family #weasley siblings

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percival-ignatius-weasley · 8 months

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happy birthday, harmful bun

#percy weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #weasley siblings #weasley family

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cherry-pop-elf · 4 months

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BAKING WITH THE WEASLEY SIBLINGS

William ‘Bill’

Since he is the eldest, he had to do a lot of cooking with his parents. He was a victim of ‘third parent’ syndrome. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find comfort in baking. It still fills a void in his heart when cooking and baking. His favorite thing to make, with you, is something he learned in Egypt. Baklava. It’s super airy, and the right amount of sweet. Given being partially turned has made his senses heighten, it makes for a good treat to share with you and his siblings. It’s nice to do normal things, when your life is so abnormal. He also learned to make some mean meat pies. Just know not to ask a slice on the full moon. That shit is raw. Thats what you get for dating a curse breaking werewolf. Eh. More protein never hurts in a diet, most of the time

Charlie

As the second oldest, he also had to do a lot of baking as well. There is also the fact that being a Dragonologist has left him fending for himself in the wild. So he’s had to get pretty creative if he wants something sweet. Hey. He’s a Weasley. They are famous for being creative. A treat he enjoys is Romanian Dessert Salami. Though, often times he uses the term liberally and often makes a rather fruity bread roll instead. Gotta use what ya got! Also, hope you are prepared to see him using his wand a lot for cooking. Don’t have much when chasing dragons. It is rather fascinating to learn how to make desserts from so little. Your little adventure man

Percy

Being the third child, you would think he wouldn’t be as responsible as his older siblings. You are wrong. The moment the two older brothers were out the door, it was his turn. Desserts were never a passion of his, so he’s not the best at it. But he won’t deny the fact he can make a mean pie. It’s a secret talent he has. You can count on him to make any pie your heart desires. He won’t say it out loud, but making pies is very therapeutic to him. He has a pie for each sibling even. Bill is meat, Charlie is mixed berries, Fred is Chocolate while George is Peanut butter, Ron is Pumpkin, and Ginny is Peach. Him? …..What was your favorite type of pie again~?

Fred

Fred isn’t really much of a baker. He’s more of the cooking type. You are better off seeing him make breakfast, despite being a night owl, compared to making any desserts. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t find his loopholes. Like how Percy is great with pies, Fred is amazing with Bread. Fred Bread! As proxy, he has his siblings favorite bread types memorized. Bill likes dark chocolate types, Charlie likes anything with berries, Percy is rather boring with banana, he loves grape while George will like orange, Ron likes hers with some pumpkin, and Ginny is the cinnamon type. Expect plenty of fresh bread with him. He’s got you covered

George

He IS the baker in the family. Who do you think brought up the idea of selling bake goods at WWW? He can, and will, bake ANYTHING! He has everyone’s favorite treats memorized. He is constantly handing out free samples to kids. He WILL find an excuse to bake. You want cookies? Hot and fresh from the oven. It’s three am and you want a cake? It’s now four am and you got a cake. He IS the baker. He loves to bake so much, and is always making sure the shop has fresh supply. If you can’t ever find him anywhere, follow your nose to the kitchen. He’s got something in the works. For someone!

Ron

Like Fred, he’s not really a baker. He’s a cooker. Doesn’t mean he can’t make a dessert if he has to. He’s become pretty good at making tarts, custards, and puddings. Very much comfort food. Something he picked up again when going to school with Harry. Given, ya know, the Dursleys. He won’t lie, it was also a cheap way to flirt with Hermione without breaking his wallet. Funny thing is she was never one for such desserts. Now she can’t get enough. He makes those comfort foods with a lot of heart, and is willing to make them if you have a bad day. He does get a bit anxious when cooking around other people, but he warms up eventually.

Ginny

Like Fred and Ron, she doesn’t really bake either. She was the baby of the family, after all. She does, however, like to make cookies for her team. There is something so nice about having a warm cookie after a cold rainy day of Quidditch practice. Helps that you convinced her to pick up the habit again. She likes to make cookies with fruit in them. To try and have them on the healthier side, given she’s an athlete. So a tart cookie is a good cookie to her. It’s simple, basic, and quick, but nothing wrong with that. A quickly made cookie, with love, is better than a drawn out dessert of labor. It’s also easy to blame her love of fruity desserts on Charlie. She’s the baby girl in an army of boys. She picked up some habits

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347-emeraldbitch · 7 months

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Bill: See we know how our youngest siblings act. Fred and George are somewhere experimenting, Ron is with his friends doing things they shouldn’t, and Ginny is fighting our mother because “only daughter”.

Charlie: But when it comes to Percy, well. Merlin save us.

Bill: He could be burning down the ministry, getting into a fist fight at the pub, crying in the library, or he’ll come home with seven different job offers from random foreign governments.

Charlie: We never know. One time he came back with a stack of books he “saved”.

Bill: They were hundreds of years old and worth millions of galleons. We were terrified the aurors would come in and arrest him.

Charlie: But we love him. But we do get nervous every time a letter comes.

Percy: *panicking* I don’t know how to feel. . . .

#percy weasley #harry potter #weasley siblings #older sibling problems #bill weasley #charlie weasley #they love him they’re just worried #he gets lost between the more rowdy siblings

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thirdspeakerdebater · 9 months

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it’s crazy the parallels between the golden trio ships and marauders ships when you actually think about it.

marauders: you have potter, who gets with the younger sibling of his pure blood best friend (who both look pretty similar to each other but are totally different personalities) and said pure blood best friend gets with the smart, curly-brown haired third best friend who may not be 100% magical blood but still gets top marks in all classes.

golden trio: you have potter, who gets with the younger sibling of his pure blood best friend (who both look pretty similar to each other but are totally different personalities) and said pure blood best friend gets with the smart, curly-brown haired third best friend who may not be 100% magical blood but still gets top marks in all classes.

#just saying - the potters have a type #not just red heads #marauders #harry potter #wolfstar #jegulus #hinny #remione #dead gay wizards #golden trio #black brothers #weasley siblings #james potter #hogwarts

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas- G.Weasley

Summary- it was the night before Christmas. George and Y/N spend it together on the couch, watching muggle movie and enjoying each others company

Word count - 242

Warnings - Female reader, use of y/n, not proofread, mentions of alcohol consumption and food consumption

Authors note - Welcome to the second to last day! This is late again but I’ve been baking and getting myself ready for my family’s Christmas party since I got up this morning. I know it’s short but I had to write this quick before I get to my family’s party. Have a great day my friends and enjoy!

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Twas the night before Christmas, the Weasley house was quiet, mostly everyone was in bed sleeping. However George and his girlfriend were wide awake, laying together on the couch with a muggle Christmas movie playing on the television. The couple having over indulged in a bit of fire whiskey and plenty of cookies and chocolates.

This had become their Christmas Eve tradition, laying on the couch with muggle movies on and sharing a bottle of fire whiskey. Their fire whiskey long gone, cookie crumbs spread over them and the couch as the credits for their third movie rolled. It had been a hectic day for the two of them, barely getting time together so being able to squeeze in this time together meant a lot to both of them.

It was the casual intimacy of it made the time spent so much better, just holding one another, watching a movie and eating sweets together. By the time the clock struck midnight, the couple was fast asleep, drooling and snoring away into the night. It was only a few hours later when Mrs. Weasley woke up, going downstairs to see her son and his girlfriend fast asleep on the old and worn out couch.

She smiled as she covered the couple with a knitted blanket as she went about her morning. Happy to see her sons and daughter in love with great people, it was all a mother could want for her children.

#harry potter #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #weasley siblings #weasley family #weasley twins

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aat2184 · 1 year

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Ginny and Ron 🧡

#harry potter #ginny weasley #harrypotter #ginevra molly weasley #ginny potter #ron weasley #ronald bilius weasley #ginny molly weasley #ginny #the weasleys #weasley siblings #harry potter fan art

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hp-hcs · 8 months

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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 2 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

Common Room Confessions — older brothers! weasley twins & ftm! reader

tws: unintentional misgendering, fem-specific nicknames in the beginning, use of reader’s deadname

gryffindor tower is trans inclusive thank you for coming to my ted talk

(D/N = dead-/given name; Y/N = your name)

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“D/N?” a voice called out softly, the feeling of someone gently stroking your cheek pulling you out of your light slumber. You crack your eyes open slightly, convinced for a minute that your vision was crossed before you realize that it was the twins who were knelt down by the edge of the couch and staring at you.

“You fell asleep in the common room, silly,” George murmurs, tucking the corner of your blanket back around you.

“The stairs won’t let me up,” you mumble sleepily.

“What?” Fred chuckles, assuming he misheard you.

“The stairs,” you repeat. “The stairs won’t let me up t’ my dorm.”

George and Fred share a look. “And why’s that, princess?”

You scowl. “Don’t call me that.”

Fred’s eyes widen a bit. “Oh- sure, honey. We won’t call you that anymore if you don’t like it.”

You nod and relax back into the couch.

“Is there any specific reason you don’t like that nickname, dove?” George asks kindly. “It’s just that we’ve been calling you that since you were a baby.”

“Don’t like it,” you mumble. “Too girly.”

The twins share a look again.

“You know you can tell us anything, right, D/N?”

You subconsciously flinch at the name.

“Don’t call me that either, Freddie, please.”

Both of your brothers climb up on the couch to sit on either side of you, Fred’s arm around your shoulders, and George’s hand holding yours.

“I’m a boy,” you say bluntly.

They both nod and say in unison, “Okay.”

You falter a little bit, your tough-guy façade and false don’t-care attitude crumbling at your brothers’ immediate acceptance.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would we be mad?” George asks, bewildered.

You shrug, twisting a loose string from your blanket around your finger.

“You got a name picked out?” Fred questions, rubbing your back encouragingly the more you shrunk in on yourself.

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, come along then, Y/N, our fair prince,” Fred says in a silly voice, hopping up from the couch and doing a dramatic bow as if he were a royal subject. “You can’t sleep in the common room, no matter how warm the fire is.”

George snickers at his brother’s antics, helping you stand up from the couch and pulling the blanket around your shoulders. “Ah, indeed, mine brothers. ‘tis betwixt the hours of eleven and midnight, and thou both must be well rested for the morrow.”

The boys lead you upstairs to their dorm—to the boys dorm—and tuck you into an empty bed. With only Lee Jordan as their roommate, there were two unoccupied beds (“Good,” Professor McGonagall had said after she found out. “The fewer roommates those twins have, the better.”) They both kiss your forehead and whisper good night, although with a lot more thys and arts thrown in.

After giggling at your ridiculous brothers, you soon drifted off, sleeping soundly in the bed Hogwarts had knowingly reserved for you.

#harry potter #hp #male reader #transgender #trans #weasley twins #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley siblings #weasley reader #gryffindor #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling

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catthethird · 7 months

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Charlie *looking through the mail*: Baby shower invitation? Is that ass of an older brother now making fun of my size?

Molly: Give that to me.

#bill weasley #charlie weasley #molly weasley #weasley siblings #inncorrect quotes #incorrect weasley quotes #sorry for being inactive for so long #bill defently once made fun of Charlies size that way #but not this time

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