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bedtime routine • Fred Weasley x Reader

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“Hi darling,” Fred hushed, leaning over your form in the covers to give your head a kiss. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hmph,” you stirred at the feeling of his lips, rotating around in the bed. “Freddie?”

He chuckled and smoothed the hair over your forehead. He watched your eyes squint in the darkness to find his face. Your sleepy gaze made his heart flutter.

“Yes, darling,” he whispered again, planting another kiss on your cheek. “I got caught up at the shop, I just got home.”

You glanced over to the clock which read 11:54. He really had come home late tonight.

“Was everything okay?” You croaked, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Fred chuckled again and gently laid you back down, half sitting on the bed and half leaned over your body.

“Everything is fine,” Fred cooed, stroking the side of your face and gazing lovingly over you. “Just got caught up doing inventory.” You hmphed again and leaned into his hand, your eyes shutting once again.

“Come to bed,” you yawned, placing your hand over his on your cheek.

“Alright,” Fred replied, kissing your forehead out of impulse. “Give me one minute.” He rose from the mattress and you watched as he stripped off his jacket, tossing it onto the ottoman. He opened the armoire and began to undo the buttons of his collard shirt. You stared at his reflection in the mirrored door, watching as his fingers worked down the center to reveal his freckled chest and then his stomach that heaved and flexed with his breath.

“Mmm,” you groaned, rolling over to properly face him as he undressed. He huffed out a laugh and turned his head towards you, smirking as he pulled the shirt off his body.

“Like the view?” He teased, undoing the clasp of his belt.

“Very much so,” you giggled sleepily, pressing your hands together under your cheek. He breathed out another laugh and continued undressing, putting away his clothes as he did into the closet. Once he was in nothing but his briefs, he came over to the bed, throwing himself over you before coming to cuddle you from behind. He pressed a warm kiss to the back of your neck as he moved under the covers, careful not to disturb your position. You couldn’t help but press your hips back into his and sigh into his kisses of adoration.

“I love you so very much, my darling,” he sighed, wrapping his arms fully around you and coddling your back into his chest.

“I love you more,” you sighed, turning your head towards kiss him. He hummed into the kiss.

“Not possible but we’re not having this argument again,” he muttered, giving you another kiss which had you both smiling.

“Goodnight,” you sighed, content with your evening kiss.

“Goodnight, love.”

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christmas miracle • fred weasley x reader

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Christmas at Hogwarts was your favorite time of year. Flurries outside your window, the crackling fires, the carols sung in the hallways. It all made you indescribably happy. Even the Gryffindor common room was decked out in garland and floating ornaments, the smell of fresh balsam in every corner. You sighed contentedly to yourself as you sat by the fire. Exams were finally over and you were set to head home on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. Things couldn’t be better.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from the portrait hole. It was Fred, George, and Lee. You waved at them and sat up, readjusting your blanket on your lap. To your surprise, only Fred continued towards you, waving to the other boys as they headed towards their dorm. George and Lee sent cheeky smiles your way.

“Hi,” you smiled, moving your books from the couch so he could sit.

“Hi love,” he beamed, taking a seat next to you. You blushed at his nickname. Fred had always been overly affectionate with most people, but you were grateful to have experienced it. You craved it, his hugs and his nicknames. The way he slung his arm around you at the Three Broomsticks. It made you smile and you didn’t care if it was just the way he was. It made you feel special.

“Excited to go home?” You asked, watching as he settled in. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his body turned towards you. You wished you could crawl into his lap, but you’d never have the courage to do so. Although, you doubted he’d mind.

“Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, the fire reflecting off his hair. “But I’m a little sad to leave this year.” You furrowed your brows and gave him a curious smile. It was hard not to smile with his contagious energy so close to you.

“Why is that?” You wondered aloud. He was usually boasting about going home to his mums cooking.

“To be honest, I wish I could spend Christmas with you,” he replied. You let out a huff as your smile grew without your knowledge.

“What?” You laughed, brushing your hair behind your ears in a feeble attempt to cool your blush.

“I’m sad I can’t watch you open my gift on actual Christmas,” he said, his voice soft and quiet. You shook your head at him, thoroughly confused. “But I figured two days before is close enough. So here, open it.” He grinned at you as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. You took it from him and bit your lip. It was small, rectangular, and fairly light. You pulled off the ribbon and opened the lid.

“Fred,” you gasped, pulling out the quill. “How did you even know I wanted this?” Your hand flew to cover your open mouth as you admired the pearl handled quill. You felt like Santa Claus had magically made your Christmas wish come true.

“I remember you admiring it when we were in Hogsmeade a few weeks ago,” Fred chuckled, watching you run a finger over the smooth surface of the grip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you want something that badly before. I couldn’t help myself.” Your eyes ripped away from the beautiful gift and up towards Fred. “Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” You repeated. “Fred, this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” You flung your arms around him and buried yourself into his neck.

“Really,” he chuckled. “A quill is the best gift you’ve ever gotten?” You nodded you head into his shoulder.

“It’s not just a quill, it’s a beautiful quill. And-” it’s from you. You couldn’t exactly say that though, so you settled for, “I didn’t get you a gift!” You gasped and pulled abruptly out of the hug. Fred only chuckled again and held your arm from pulling away too far.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Seeing you happy with your present is more than enough for me,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection. Your blush deepened under his touch, his eyes holding yours captive. You were dizzy with realization. It was a Christmas miracle. Fred Weasley liked you back.

“Wait,” you said, reaching into your bag to grab your wand. “I think I have something for you.” You flicked your wand up, casting a flicker of red and green magic above you. It was a silly charm you had been practicing for fun, but now your festive spirit was proving worthwhile. Fred watched as the mistletoe took shape, his mouth slightly parted as his eyes fixed on the delicate bristle. You bit your lip to hold your smile as you watched his face flush red. You would certainly be replaying that image in your mind over the holiday.

“How did you learn to do that?” Fred asked in wonderment, still gaping at the red bowed mistletoe.

“I taught myself before December,” you chuckled. “Y’know. Just in case someone needed it.” Fred chuckled as his eyes settled back on you.

“I wish I’d known about this earlier,” he murmured, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek. “If I’d known how to cast this, I would’ve done it on December 1st.” He leaned forward gently, pressing his lips against yours with adoration. He was warm and sweet like hot cocoa, his lips moving against yours with an impossible gentleness. The kiss was unhurried and soft, and it practically melted you into the couch. When he pulled away, your body betrayed you, a soft whine escaping your pouted lips. Fred chuckled and pressed another kiss to your cheek.

“Did you like my gift?” You asked sheepishly, your rosey cheeks warming Fred’s heart. He smiled as the mistletoes shape shimmered and fell over the two of you.

“This is definitely the best gift I’ve ever received.”

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Stargazing • Sirius x Potter!Reader • word count: 469

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“That one’s me,” Sirius grinned, pointing to his star from the roof. You snorted and nudged him with your shoulder.

“Yeah, I know,” you quipped, taking a swig of fire whiskey. James and Lily were off snogging in the tree house which left you and Sirius to entertain yourselves. This summer was different. James had never left you alone with Sirius before, but now that Lily was here, your brother didn’t seem to care.

“Aw, you remember my star?” Sirius teased, grabbing the bottle from your hands. You rolled you eyes as he took a swig, trying not to stare the at dribble on his bottom lip.

“Basic astronomy, Sirius. Plus, you point at it every time we're outside at night,” you stated, matter of factly. Sirius made a pshh sound and nudged you again.

“Okay, ‘basic astronomy,’” he mocked, using air quotes. “I know you stare at it when I’m not here.” He grinned and you felt your face blush. You laughed it off.

“So what if I do? It is a beautiful star after all,” you hummed thoughtfully, looking back up at the glittering sky. Sirius hummed in return and leaned in closer.

“So you think I’m beautiful?” Sirius asked, lacking his usual arrogance. You huffed out a laugh and faced him again. He looked surprisingly serious. Ha.

“I said your star is beautiful,” you rolled your eyes again. “But you’re beautiful, too. It’s not like you need me to say it for you to know.”

“Oh, but it sounds so much better coming from you than anyone else,” Sirius sighed dreamily, ever the dramatic.

“And why is that?” You chuckled, amused at his theatrics. He turned to face you, and your breath hitched at you how close the two of you were sitting.

“Because you’re like, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. If you’re saying I’m beautiful, it really must be true,” he smiled smugly, watching the blush rise uncontrollably on your cheeks.

“Sirius,” you warned him warily. “What are you doing?” He breathed out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair, his rings glimmering in the moonlight.

“I honestly don’t know,” he whispered, leaning in closer. “But would you shove me off the roof if I kissed you?”

“Maybe involuntarily,” you breathed, unable to keep your eyes from dropping to his lips.

“Well if I tell you I’m going to kiss you right now, will you refrain from pushing me off?” He joked, his voice low and only for you. You could only nod in response as he began to lean forward until his lips pressed softly against yours. You let your eyes flutter shut as his fingers found their way under your chin. It was short and sweet, and when pulled away, his eyes glimmered with starlight. He was definitely beautiful.

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Is there going to be a part 2 to best friend Fred with no boundaries?

Yes I’m working on it. Tbh I’m just so over writing smut 😫 but it’s already drafted will prolly be up by Friday + more fluffy headcannons 🫡