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An unrefusable offer [Sirius Black x Reader] - Request/Challenge

Title: An unrefusable offer Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader Word count: 3.2k Published: 1 June, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Sirius has been trying to get you to go out with him for the longest of time, but you can’t accept his interest in you. Will his cunning little plan change your mind at Lily and James’ wedding or will it end in a disaster? Request: on Wattpad by HarryPotter4023

"Could you please make a Sirius x reader oneshot, where its like Lily x James but instead of Lily and James its y/n and Sirius? so Sirius running after y/n"

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Square filled: Insomnia

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Prompt: “Can you shut up for once in your life?” Prompt: “I could kiss you right now!” Trope: Sharing a bed

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It’s been years since you watched your friend, James pining over Lily Evans. You were more than sure that the ginger witch would forever stomp on his heart and keep rejecting him. But as your last year of Hogwarts approached, something changed, and Lily finally agreed to date the pathetically smitten James Potter. You have never seen your friend as happy as he was that day, and you couldn’t imagine seeing him even happier.

But as you watched Lily walk down the aisle, the long trail of her lacy, white dress following her, James’ eyes filled up with tears, a simple look at her soon to be wife making him emotional. The man has been wrapped around Lily’s finger and although back in school you doubted her intentions, as you sat in the little tent on that hot summer, you could only think about how much you wished to have what they had.

You had the chance though. The man seated beside, tucking a loose hair behind his ear, offered you a cheeky grin as he took his gaze off the couple. “Maybe one day that will be us,” he winked playfully. Although you rolled your eyes, trying to act as though you didn’t care about his advances nor did they have an effect on you, it was all a lie. Of course, you were interested in Sirius Black, you have been for as long as you could remember. Sirius was a genuinely kind and playful man, but you found it hard to accept his interest in you. He was perfect in your eyes and you— well, you were you.

As the ceremony finished and the party began, you watched as James took Lily for a dance, spinning her around with a wide, overly enthusiastic grin across his face. The man could not have been more obvious. His love for his now wife was painted across his face and you couldn’t stop mirroring that stupid smile of his. He looked dumb, but very happy.

“You know, if you’d just give us a chance, we could look so stupidly in love too,” you heard Sirius’ voice as you poured yourself a glass of champagne. Looking back over your shoulder, you offered him a playful grimace.

“I’d rather go out with a thestral,” you gagged, trying to emphasise your words, but you couldn’t hide the tiny smile in the corner of your lips.

“You really need to practice how to lie, it’s certainly not your strength,” he scoffed as a mischievous smile spread across his face, earning a heavy sigh from you.

“Can you just give up trying?” You asked, pleading with him. He has been trying to ask you out for the longest of time, but you just couldn’t believe he really was interested in you. Lily scolded you for bringing yourself down and James encouraged you to give Sirius a chance, but at the end of day, you didn’t trust him enough and his torment has become exhausting.

“I can’t. You know there’s a chemistry between us, it’s been there for as long as I can remember and don’t even try to lie, we both know it’s there. I don’t understand why you can’t even agree to one single date. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m asking you to give me a chance,” he sighed, tilting his head innocently, his eyes pleading for you to agree.

“We have been friends for so long, why must you try to ruin it? Of course, there’s chemistry, we have been friends for years,” you tried to reason with him.

“You know that is not the chemistry I’m talking about. Would you really die from agreeing to one date?” You wanted to immediately deny his offer just like you have done so far, but you knew it wouldn’t stop him.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you let me sleep on it, and we will get back to it tomorrow?” You asked with an expectant look, earning a wide grin from Sirius. One that made you somewhat confused and terrified at the same time as though he knew something you didn’t.

“Isn’t that just an amazing idea? Of course, a brilliant plan,” he chuckled as he took the glass of champagne from your hand and walked away, only turning back for a second to offer you a playful wink, before you lost him in the crowd.

His acceptance of your idea seemed too easy for someone who has been onto you for years. His expression of pure delight and enthusiasm scared you. He didn’t react the way you expected, if anything he was more than suspicious, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

As the night went on and the guests started heading back to their respective hotel rooms beside the venue, you decided to follow in their lead and rest. You had a fair amount of alcohol in you, your feet were in pain from the high heels you wore and all the dances you had to politely accept. You just wanted to lay down and sleep for a whole day.

Entering the hallway of the hotel, you walked to the reception. “Name, please,” the old lady asked behind the desk, her tone bored and somewhat unwelcome. You gave your name and Lily and James’s name, not knowing whose name your room was under. “Here is the key,” the woman shoved it in your hand with a groan, clearly unhappy. Customer service was certainly not the hotel’s strength.

“If I may ask, has my bag been taken upstairs?” You ask in the politest manner you could manage.

“Well, if it’s not here, that means it’s in the room, isn���t it?” She replied with a grimace and headed back into a little room behind the receptionist table.

“Hmm— what a fantastic customer service,” you murmured under your breath as you started heading up the stairs, taking your high-heels off halfway through the corridors, ignoring the dirt on the carpet your tights had picked up.

As you reached your room, you tried to place the key in the whole, but it didn’t fit. You attempted to try upside down, but it still didn’t work. To your surprise the lock unlocked from the other side, leaving you with a confused expression across your face as the door opened. Your lips parted in surprise as no other than Sirius Black stood in front of you half naked, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. He held the door handle with one hand, whilst he used his other hand to try to dry his wet hair with a small towel, water still dripping on to the carpet.

For a second you weren’t sure if you were in the right room, but as hard as you tried to turn your gaze towards the number on the middle of the door, your eyes betrayed you. You have seen Sirius half naked, it wasn’t a new sight, but he certainly looked breathtaking as the water slid down his exposed chest and the dim lights of the street from the window emphasised his toned upper body.

“Well, hello,” he smirked proudly, making you cough awkwardly. “Feel free to stare at me, I don’t mind,” he chuckled at your very obvious attention.

“Shut up, Black,” you scolded him quickly as you regained your ability to speak. “What are you doing in my room?” You asked with a confused frown.

“You mean, our room,” he grinned, playfully wriggling his brows.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked back, already panicking inside.

“Oh, I thought Lily told you,” he replied in a very fake surprise.

“No, she did not,” you inhaled sharply.

“Yeah, you see all the rooms were sold out by the time they made the sleeping arrangements, so I might have offered to help and share my room with you,” he tried to suppress a laughter erupting from his lungs.

“No, that must be a misunderstanding. It must be a mistake,” you replied as you tried to search for another option, maybe to apparate back to your home, but then again you were so tired you weren’t sure it would be successful. Maybe to head down to the receptionist, although she clearly didn’t want to see your face.

“I get it, I get it,” he nodded as though he understood what you were thinking of. “You must be thinking of a way to get out of this situation. But you keep rejecting me anyway. You don’t like me, right? If anything, this is awkward for me not you. We are both grown up adults, I think we can handle one night together,” he tried to reason with you, and you could have believed him if it wasn’t for that cocky smirk across his face.

“I hate you, Black,” you sighed as you stepped inside the room and he closed the door behind you. It was a small room with a tiny bathroom, a muggle tv and a small couch beside the bed, right under the window. “I’m sleeping on the bed, you are sleeping on the couch or the floor, I couldn’t care less,” you groaned as you threw your shoes on the floor right beside the door and picked up your bag from the couch.

“Hold on a minute, if I have no effect on you, why is it such a problem if I’m sleeping in the same bed?” He asked as though he was genuinely interested, but you knew him, you knew his techniques.

“Do you really think this little manipulative game you’re trying to play is going to work? I know you, I know what you are doing” you shook your head, heaving a heavy sigh at his weak attempts. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you added, needing a good hot shower and a bed finally.

As you finished your evening routine in the bathroom and entered the bedroom, Sirius took half of the bed for himself, one of his arms supporting his head as he laid on his back, his eyes shut. You loudly groaned, hoping for him to hear you, but he didn’t move, nor did he have a smart comment in response. You sighed in surrender as you dropped your bag on the floor beside the couch and laid down, pulling a thin blanket over you.

“Seriously?” Sirius asked with a loud huff. “Do you hate me that much?”

“You know I don’t hate you, don’t be absurd,” you scoffed as you rolled on your side to catch his eyes watching you intensely.

“Then are you allergic to me or something? Is it so hard for you to be close to me?” He shot up in the bed, clearly agitated. “I don’t get you, I just don’t get it,” he groaned desperately. You huffed, annoyed by his nagging, your tiredness getting the worst of you.

“If I sleep in the bed, will you shut up?” You asked with a raised brow as you sat up on the couch, watching his agitated expressions turn into a surprised one. He didn’t expect your words, not did you. It was a heat of the moment decision and you already regretted it, but it happened, and you had no way of taking it back, knowing he would forever rub it under your nose.

“You mean next to me? Are you sure? I mean, yeah I got worked up about it, but I don’t want to force you,” he replied rather hesitantly, finding your words hard to process.

“Can you shut up for once in your life, Black?” You groaned as you stood up and walked to the bed, lifting the cover, and scooting closer to Sirius under the material. “That’s your side,” you drew an invisible line between the two of you, “and this is my side,” you pointed at your part of the cover. “Keep your hands to yourself,” for a second Sirius was gaping heavily like a fish out of water, before his face took on a wide grin.

“Yes, my lady,” he chuckled as he laid back on his side, his eyes watching you intensely as you rolled on to your side facing away from him.

It was hard to fall asleep, especially as you listened to Sirius’ even breathing. Insomnia wasn't a new word to you, it has become a dear friend of yours over the years, but now that you laid beside Sirius, you found it even harder to drift into a peaceful slumber. His presence made you feel both nervous and needy. You wanted to run away and never turn back, your feelings towards the man scaring you, but at the same time, you wanted to stay and just snuggle up to his side. So, you did what your heart told you to, ignoring your brain’s silly reasoning.

You turned around and watched as he placed a hand under his head, supporting his neck in his sleep, giving you the best opportunity to snuggle up to him. Heaving a heavy sigh, you thought about it again, but your heart overpowered your mind. You scooted closer to Sirius, laying your head on his naked chest, listening to his heart’s even beating, the sound making your tense body relax. Sirius moved under you, starting off your heart in a dangerous pace as you looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight, but his arm moved down behind you, wrapping around your shoulder, involuntarily pulling you closer to himself. Or so you thought.

As you snuggled into his side, placing your hand across his chest, you felt your heartbeat quicken and your palms sweat. You started second guessing your actions, but his intoxicating scent and the feel of his body against your own helped you slowly drift into slumber, missing the relieved, soft smile appearing on Sirius' face, your movements making him feel content. He didn’t care if you could hear his heart beating heavier or if you were to grow suspicious. For the first time he could hold you in his arms and he couldn’t care less about anything else. Being able to wrap his arms around you, feeling your even breathing tickling his chest, hearing your incoherent mumbling in your sleep made him feel like a little child receiving a gift he has wanted since forever.

You awoke to a ticklish feeling on your arm, as though fingers caressed your skin. Sighing, you snuggled closer in his side, the feeling making you smile in content.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” you heard Sirius’ deep morning voice, a light, happy tone to it.

“Muggle references? Well done, Mr. Black,” you giggled, your eyes still shut, basking in the moment.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked sheepishly, realising you still haven’t figured out what was going on.

“Very,” you sighed in content, wrapping your arms around his waist tighter, earning a chuckle from him.

“I’m glad I’m comfortable,” he replied with a cheeky tone as you finally opened your eyes and lifted your head to be able to look into his grey eyes, watching you intensely. As though lightning hit you, you jumped away from him, pulling the cover in front of you.

“What are you doing hugging me? Why are you on my side?” You panicked, trying to search for a reasonable explanation.

“Before you get a heart attack, let me establish that you are on my side, I didn’t even move since you decided to use me as your pillow. And let me remind you it was you who hugged me first. But most importantly, you just said I was comfortable so stop acting like I have done something horrible,” he grinned proudly.

“I was asleep, I don’t know why I did that,” you groaned in annoyance, trying to establish a good enough excuse.

“How long are you planning to lie to yourself? I know you were awake. I felt your eyes on me, before you decided to snuggle up to me,” he shook his head, but this time there was no happiness in his tone nor did he have his signature smirk on. He was serious. “Do you even realise how happy it made me that you hugged me, that you decided to get close to me? I could barely contain myself from turning around and squeezing you in my arms. I have been waiting for this for so long, stop acting like you are not interested,” he scolded you as he sat up.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you huffed, trying to get out of the bed.

“Stop it,” he scoffed, clearly unhappy with your behaviour. “You know what? I have an idea. You know I like you and I can’t make it any more obvious. I literally can’t do anymore to make you believe me, so I will offer you a solution. Do us both a favour and accept that you like me, come back to the bed and let’s just enjoy the moment or reject me properly, leave the room and we will pretend that whatever happened was just a dream and you will never hear a word from me again. It’s been ongoing for far too long and I’m tired of this,” he heaved a heavy sigh, his face desperate for a clear reply from you.

As you watched his face, his words sincere, you could only think of not hearing him asking you out anymore, not listening to his flirty comments, not feeling his “unwanted” touches on your skin. You would have been stupid to agree, to relieve yourself of his attention that you secretly enjoyed.

“Why me?” you exclaimed in your desperate state.

“Because I like you. I can’t choose who I like. I like you with all your imperfections, with all your quirky moments and weird taste. I like you, it’s that simple,” he sighed heavily, an expectant look across his face. “So, will you leave, or will you come back?” He asked, desperately needing your reply. You pulled the cover over you, your movements making his eyes grow, before a wide grin spread across his face. He grabbed your arm impatiently and pulled you back on his chest as he laid down, earning a squeaking sound from you. “I guess, sleeping on it was successful,” he chuckled playfully as you looked up at him, his eyes attached to yours as a boyish smile sat across his face. “I could so kiss you right now!” He exclaimed in his excited state.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You giggled playfully, your boldness surprising him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, placing you on your back, hovering above you as his gaze wandered between your parted lips and needy gaze. “Are you sure?” He asked, his breath shaky, for the first time his confidence lost in a maze.

“I’m pretty sure,” you replied with a cheerful smile as you pulled him down to you and closed the gap that painfully stood between you. He smiled into the kiss, earning a playful chuckle from you.

“I like you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know, you made it pretty obvious” he replied with a confident smirk, earning a gentle punch from you on his shoulder.

“Don’t be cocky, Black,” you scolded him, before you pulled him in for another kiss, enjoying his arms around you, his lips on yours and the safety his mere presence provided. In that moment you couldn’t remember why you kept making him wait, because it felt anything but wrong to be in his arms.

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By Its Cover - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Word count: 3k

Summary: fred knows he’s quick to act and to judge, but what happens when it backfires with the pretty healer he meets at st. mungo’s? 

Warnings: malfoy!reader, mentions of hospitals, mentions of light injury, being estranged from one’s family, found family, adoption, insecurity 

A/N: this is for @theweasleysredhair‘s 9k writing challenge! my prompt was ‘i love you, but stop talking.’ so sorry i took this long to churn it out, but i hope you like it 💕

prompt is in bold

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St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was always full of healers rushing through the halls and patients with the strangest afflictions. 

Y/N Malfoy donned her healer robes and walked confidently through one of the wards, on her way to deal with her newest patient. Some sort of accidental explosion. According to the file, he was a male, 23 years old, and had a history of finding himself in the emergency wing of St. Mungo’s. It was Y/N’s first time treating him, though. 

Pushing aside one of the curtains to the correct cubicle, she was met with the sight of a long and lanky redheaded man, lying on the hospital bed with patches of purple across his neck and exposed chest. Other than the fact that his skin was discolored, he seemed perfectly okay. 

His eyes sparkled with mischief and amusement as the nurse on duty made sure he was comfortable. Clearly, he was in no pain at all, or if he was, it wasn’t enough to stop him from sending flirty comments in her direction. Used to this kind of behaviour, the nurse simply rolled her eyes playfully and continued her routine checks. 

“Ah,” she noted when she saw Y/N walk in, “I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of Healer Malfoy now, alright?”

With a soft pat on the patient’s non-purple shoulder, she gave Y/N a tentative smile and nod before exiting the small cubicle and closing the curtains on her way out.

Y/N, however, didn’t miss the way her patient’s shoulders tensed as he heard her last name. Her heart sank slightly as she saw the playfulness in his eyes dim, but she refused to let her feelings get the better of her professionalism. After all, she was quite used to this treatment from patients and colleagues alike. 

“Hello mister,” she paused to check her clipboard, “Weasley. Now what can I help you with today? Could you tell me exactly what happened with the potion you were brewing?” 

 “Added the wrong amount of aconite,” came his curt reply. 

“Right,” she said, noting it down on his file, “And what other ingredients were mixed in the potion?”

“Look, I’m completely fine. Things like this happen all the time at my workplace, the patches of color will fade away eventually. I just need you to sign the release form.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed and her smile slipped into a small frown. This was going to be a tough one. She had recognized his last name and she knew he was a pureblood. There was no doubt in her mind that the moment he realized she was a Malfoy, he created an image in his mind that was the furthest thing from what she truly was. 

With a soft sigh, she prepared herself to deal with the resistance that would come from her reply, “I’m sorry Mr. Weasley, but I can’t let you go until–”

“Healer Malfoy, there you are!” said a little girl who was dressed in her own small hospital gown as she burst through the curtains. 

For a moment, both adults in the small space gaped at her as if she were a ghost. 

“Mattie!” Y/N said, surprised. “What are you doing all the way here, silly? You’re meant to be resting after the round of potions you took this afternoon.” 

Currently preoccupied by her small ward, Healer Malfoy didn’t notice the way Fred Weasley was staring at her. As if she had grown a second head. 

“But I missed you,” whined Mattie, wrapping her arms around one of Y/N’s legs. “You said you’d visit again to read books!”

A soft chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips, “Yes, but I said I’d come read books after my rounds and after you napped! Nurse Thomas must be looking all over for you.” 

The pout that the small child sent up at her nearly made it past Y/N’s strongholds. 

“But I want to stay with you, Healer Malfoy!” she whined, “Please!” 

With a bright eyed, stubborn toddler clutching onto her legs, she couldn’t possibly say no to the request. However, her keen awareness of the other critical pair of eyes on her gave her pause. 

“Oh alright,” she caved, taking a moment to glance back at her patient, “But you’ve got to be good while I just finish up with my patient here okay? He’s gotten into a bit of an accident and I have to help him out. We don’t usually have purple skin, right?”

“Right!” 

For the first time since she barged into the room, Mattie seemed to notice the redhead on the hospital bed. 

“How’ve you got purple skin?” she asked confidently. Fred’s eyebrows shot up towards his forehead at the direct question before a large grin spread across his face. 

Working at Wheezes gave him loads of experience when it came to curious little kids, and he was quick with his response, “I was making a secret experiment and it exploded all over me!” 

His tone was conspiratorial and just enough for the little girl to move away from her position clutching Y/N’s legs and to inch closer to him.

“Yes, Mr. Weasley was just about to tell me what other ingredients were in his secret experiment so that I can help put his skin back to normal.” 

Fortunately for the healer, Mattie’s presence aided in softening the redhead’s attitude towards her. With the little girl firing question after question for Fred to answer, he was much more calm and receptive to whatever Y/N needed to ask or know. 

Unknown to her, the reason why Fred was more compliant this time around was because he was busy trying to alter the image he had conjured in his head about what a Malfoy was, and the scene he had just witnessed. He hadn’t known any Malfoy to be as patient, considerate, and overall just kind to someone who was not their own. Yet here she was, perfectly balancing a needy-child and a patient who judged her too quickly. 

“Alright Mr. Weasley, I’m just going to pop out to get you the right potions to take for this and I’ve got to get Ms. Mattie over here back to her room,” said Y/N, “I’ll be right back.” 

“Bye Mr. Weasel! I hope you get to finish your secret experiment!” Mattie waved enthusiastically, turning from her position holding Y/N’s hand to get one last look at the redhead. 

When Y/N returned, Fred was sitting quietly on the bed, twirling his wand absentmindedly. The sound of her pushing back the curtains drew his eyes upwards towards her figure, and he sent her a tentative smile. 

Well that’s an improvement, she thought, returning the gesture slightly. 

“Alright,” she said, placing a box down next to him, “Here are the potions to take, there are two, you’ll have to drink them twice a day for the next three to four days or so. Your skin should return to normal by then.” 

Y/N watched as her patient’s eyes darted from the box of potions to her face then down to his hands. He seemed hesitant now, a far cry from the ease and calm that he donned the first time she saw him. 

Still, her job was done. She had equipped him with what he needed to heal and she had no jurisdiction over his temperament. 

“If you don’t have any questions–”

“How are you related to Draco Malfoy?” 

Fred’s question came out of the blue and it took Y/N off guard. Her heart clenched at the mention of her younger brother, the one she hadn’t seen in more than a decade. Still, the question is much too complicated and there’s so much history behind it that he doesn’t know about, she shook her head. 

“I’m sorry,” she began, clutching her clipboard close to her body, “But that is a very personal question and I don’t like to share that kind of information with patients.” 

She noticed him visibly swallow, “Right. You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright, Mr. Weasley. Don’t forget to take your potions, twice a day, for the next four days.” 

Y/N’s back is turned and she’s about to pull the curtain of the cubicle aside when she hears a faint, “Wait.” 

When she turned on her heel to face the redhead once more, there’s a sheepish expression on his face. He was rubbing the back of his neck slowly and the tips of his ears were tinged pink, “I-er, I’m sorry about how cold I was being towards you earlier. Is there a chance that I can make a better impression over coffee or something?” 

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It’s a little awkward, Y/N had to admit. They were seated across from each other, clutching warm cups of coffee and taking sips periodically. 

She didn’t know what made her agree to meet Fred on one of her days off. Maybe it was the sincerity in his request, how he seemed eager to make a plan and see her outside her place of work. Or maybe it was her curiosity getting the better of her, knowing that he was a pureblood and what her father would call a blood traitor. 

Y/N had spent so many years hiding away from this part of wizard society, she didn’t know if she wanted to integrate herself back in.

“So, er,” Fred started, “Where’d you go to school? I don’t think I’ve seen you around Hogwarts, and you seem to be around my age.” 

That elicited a small smile from Y/N, “I went to Beauxbatons actually. Went all six years then got a healer apprenticeship at Mungo’s.” 

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “Do you know Fleur then? Fleur Delacour? Or well, she’s Fleur Weasley now.” 

“Of course I know Fleur,” she gushed, “We shared a dorm. One of the sweetest and strongest witches I know.” 

At long last they had a common denominator. After the stilted small talk was out of the way, conversation between them flowed freely. 

Fred, Y/N found out, was wit and cleverness all rolled up into a 6 foot frame. He seemed to have a sarcastic comeback to every quip she made. They made laughs tumble from her mouth and stitches appear in her sides. It was every bit exhilarating and charming. 

Y/N, Fred found out, was absolutely brilliant. Her mind seemed to be running a mile a minute but somehow she was able to put all of her thoughts into carefully worded sentences. He was caught off guard every time she let out a laugh, entranced by the effortless beauty that radiated from her smile. 

Sooner than they had liked, their coffee cups were emptied and they were both glancing at the clock.  

“I, uh, I really enjoyed myself, Fred.” Y/N smiled and gathered her things. 

He sent her a grin in reply, “Me too.” 

She could tell he was hesitant to say something, but she knew not to pry too much. Instead, she simply hoisted her bag over her shoulder. 

The next day, Y/N walked into St. Mungo’s to find Fred nervously shuffling around clutching a cup of coffee in his hand. When he caught sight of her, a smile stretched across his lips and he silently placed the warm cup in her hand. Without saying a word, he pressed a kiss on her cheek, blushed profusely, and waved. 

He had gone through the Floo before Y/N could say anything. When she took a sip, she was pleasantly surprised to note that it had been her exact order from the previous day. 

Slowly, Fred Weasley inched his way into Healer Malfoy’s daily routine. It didn’t surprise her anymore when she would spot him making small talk with the receptionist as she clocked into work. 

Like the first day, the first thing he would do was to hand her the cup of coffee. Some days he would stay and chat for a few minutes before he had to get to work, others he would have to leave right away. What always stayed constant, though, was the kiss on the cheek he would give her before leaving. 

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“Alright, I’m sure you’re dying to know by now.” Y/N sipped her drink. 

She and Fred had gone out to dinner after weeks of him showing up at Mungo’s every morning. When he finally had the guts to ask her out, she took one look at him before saying ‘took you long enough.’ 

He had been the perfect gentleman the whole time, showing up at her flat with a bundle of flowers in hand, opening doors for her, asking if she was comfortable. Y/N found it extremely endearing to see the cheeky, witty wizard trying so hard to make sure she had a good time. 

Fred sent her a confused look, “What?” 

“How I’m related to Draco,” she explained, “Remember? You asked me the first day we met.” 

“Right. Right, yeah.” 

Despite him trying to appear as if his curiosity hadn’t peaked, Y/N could see the spark of recognition in his eyes. She knew it was time to finally tell him everything. 

She took a deep breath, “He’s my brother.” 

Fred, who was in the process of taking a sip of his own drink, choked on the liquid and began to violently cough.

“I-what?!” he exclaimed, “How are you Draco Malfoy’s sister? How did I not know he had a sister?” 

The absolute disbelief in her boyfriend’s face elicited a small laugh from Y/N, “Because I never went to Hogwarts. Ran away from home when I was pretty young, ended up living with Andy.” 

“Andy…” Fred mumbled, mulling over the information, “You mean Andromeda? Tonks?” 

She nodded, “Yeah. My house was actually a safe house during the last bit of the war, I don’t know if you remember.” 

“Godric now I feel like even more of a huge dumbass for treating you the way I did when I first heard your last name.” 

Y/N’s hand reached over the table and squeezed Fred’s. Her warm smile and kind eyes told him everything he needed to know. He had definitely apologized enough for how quickly he had judged her when she was introduced to him at Mungo’s. She knew that he knew who she really was, and not what her family name meant. 

– 

Fred watched as his girlfriend paced nervously. He wasn’t even quite sure that she knew what she was doing, but as she strode across the room, her bottom lip remained caught under her teeth and her hands were fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed after letting her walk back and forth for long enough, “You’ve got to calm down.”

“I’m totally calm!” she exclaimed, turning quickly to face him. The volume of her statement startled the both of them and Fred sent her a look that definitely said I-told-you-so. 

She sat down next to her boyfriend with a huff and instead of the sarcastic comment she expected to come from him, he took her hand in his. The two of them said nothing as their eyes concentrated on the way he traced her small and nimble fingers with his larger ones. 

“You ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Fred asked eventually. 

At Y/N’s hesitation, he squeezed her hand gently. She gave in with a sigh, “I’m just nervous about meeting your family. I know you’ve talked to them about me, but they don’t exactly know I’m a Malfoy.” 

Before Fred could even open his mouth to reply, she cut him off, “And I know, I know. Your family is wonderful and the complete opposite of mine. I’m just so used to bad first introductions–”

“Y/N, I love you, but stop talking.” 

Y/N let out a nervous laugh at what Fred said, despite how unnerved she felt at the sensation of the bubbles of anxiety in her chest. Still, she couldn’t help but feel the tips of her cheeks and the back of her neck heat up as well. One would think after months of dating the cheeky redhead she would be used to his ways, but hearing him say ‘I love you’ always made her heart flutter. 

Fred shifted, his body turning to face her fully, “Love, my mom would adore you even if you were a hippogriff with anger issues. The fact that you make me happy and that you love me is more than enough for her. You are more than enough.”

Then, he wrapped her up in his arms, her cheek resting against his chest. She could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart, and in the calming presence of her boyfriend, Y/N was able to settle some of her nerves. She could do this. 

“I love you so much, Freddie.” 

“I love you more.” 

–

“Mum, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Y/N Malfoy.” 

Y/N knew that to have raised seven children and look great doing it, Molly Weasley had to have been some sort of super hero. What she didn’t know, and what she wasn’t prepared for, was how tightly the Weasley matriarch hugged and how gently she dragged her hand up and down backs as she was doing so. 

It nearly made Y/N cry. 

“Oh I am so happy to meet you dear,” gushed Molly once she eased away from the hug. 

“Me too, Mrs. Weasley,” Y/N smiled, “Fred’s been keeping me from you and your wonderful cooking for much too long.” 

“Please dear, call me Molly.” 

Before she could respond, Y/N was ushered into the kitchen where all of the food was waiting for her under a few well placed preservation charms. Y/N turned to look back at where Fred was standing, and he had a smug smile on his face. 

“Told you so,” he mouthed at her. 

–

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Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness 

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her. 

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair​​ writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left. 

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

~~~~

As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

[padfoot-and-prongsie]

Sneaking Around || Fred Weasley

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 4.3k

Requested: No, but feel free to send some in!

Summary: Your Slytherin friends would never approve of your boyfriend, but then again, who said they had to know?

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Umbridge, Slytherins being bullies, sexual innuendos

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif, credit to the lovely person who did

A/N: School has certainly kept me busy, but this is finally up! This fic was written for @theweasleysredhair 9k writing contest with the trope “secretly dating” and the prompt “I could kiss you write now”. I hope ya’ll like it <3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)

The throng of students going back to the school was filled with loud chatter over the results of the Quidditch match, but you weren’t joining in. No, instead you were frantically scanning the crowds the moment you stepped out of the locker room, hoping you could catch a glimpse of red hair.

Montague was beside you, a sickly grin on his face despite the loss. In his and Malfoy’s opinions, the match had been a success, as last they saw George Weasley and Harry Potter they had all but been dragged off the pitch by McGonagall.

“Try to aim a little better next time, L/N,” Montague said. “With Weasley defending the goal it shouldn’t be that difficult to score points.”

“Well tell Goyle to get a bit more accurate,” you snapped back. “I can’t do anything with fucking Spinnet on me the whole time.”

Though it hurt to spit that out, Montague didn’t notice. None of them ever did. You really would deserve an award for the incredible acting you had done over the past year.

Montague made a face. “There’s only so much I can do with that oaf. Just step it up, L/N.”

You mock saluted him as he walked away, before quickly restarting your search for the all to familiar Weasley.

But once more you were stopped short when Malfoy caught up to you on the grass path back to the school.

He was quietly humming Weasley is Our King under his breath, an action that made you desperately want to punch him in the face. He already had a wad of cotton shoved up his nose from the last person who did that, and you could see some light bruises beginning to form on his arms. If he was in pain, he didn’t show it, though you had a feeling he would have the act ready for dinner that night.

“I’m looking to add some new verses to the song, any ideas?” he asked, falling into step beside you.

You shrugged hoping your shoulders weren’t as tense as they felt. If he had asked you last year you would have had a long string of words to call the Weasley family, but now you could hardly bring yourself to even hum the tune.

“I don’t know,” you finally answered, hoping he would get off your back.

Draco didn’t take the hint. “I need some rhymes for ugly and loser,” he said, a sadistic smirk on his face as he brought up the words that had sent Potter and George over the edge.

“How about you’re a real loser so talking to you is quite a snoozer,” you muttered, “and I know you’re already to begin with quite ugly, but you need to upgrade your fangirls, they’re a little to fugly,” you finished, eyeing Parkinson a few yards away who was bouncing up and down on her toes as she waited for Draco.

“Fuck you,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “You're terrible help, you know that right?”

You ignored him, not even bothering to look back as he stepped off towards where Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle were waiting. Merlin you hated Draco Malfoy and tried to make that plenty obvious when he was around, but for some reason he kept coming back. At least you managed to take a few jabs at his ego. You were rather pleased with your little poem, if you did say so yourself.

You were all the way up to the castle when a small paper bird fluttered over to you, it’s delicate wings flapping wildly as it battled the wind. It landed gracefully on your palm, neatly unfolding itself to reveal the scrawled out message inside.

7th floor, back corridor, behind the tapestry of the One Eyed Witch

8 o'clock

It wasn’t signed but by now you were well familiar with the messy handwriting and a smile lit your face as you thought of the Weasley you had been looking for earlier. Glancing quickly over your shoulder to make sure Draco and his goons were far enough away, you hastily shoved the parchment in your pocket and continued on your way.

By now you were well used to the odd meeting choices, the cramped alcoves under the stairs and the dusty long forgotten classrooms. Yet as unpleasant as they could be sometimes, the exhilaration of sneaking around, the thrill of not getting caught, left your heart racing.

You could hardly focus during dinner that night, trying your best not to send too many glances over to the Gryffindor table. The red and gold were all in different stages of gloom, their eyes dull and smiles non-existent ever since they heard the recent news about the state of some of their best quidditch players. Potter, George, and Fred had both been banned for life on Umbridge’s orders, which had led to a buzz of glee around the Slytherin table as they gossiped excitedly over the news.

You did your best to sound just as thrilled, laughing over the Gryffindor’s bad fortune, pitying Malfoy when he dramatically limped over to the table, and snickering with the rest of them as Pansy and Draco worked on more verses to their song. But anyone who looked close enough could see the white of your knuckles as you gripped your glass of pumpkin juice, they way you had to restrain yourself from crushing the glass as they laughed at the expense of the Weasley family.

By 8 o’clock you were so fed up with the Slytherins that you were more than happy to flee from the common room, pounding up the many flights of stairs to reach the seventh floor.

You followed the instructions you had been given, navigating your way through the halls until you found the large tapestry that had been mentioned.

You slowly pulled it aside and immediately got hit by the strong stench of dust and mold. But you didn’t care about the smell, for almost instantly a strong pair of arms were wrapped around you and let out a giggle as you were spun around, before pressing a kiss to Fred’s lips.

Fred Weasley was grinning back at you, the light in his eyes that had been lost at dinner back as he took in your smiling face.

He kissed you again hard, pouring all his frustration and stress that had built up in the last week into it as his mouth moved roughly against yours.

When you pulled back for air, you were finally able to take him in. His cheeks were flushed red, and his hair had already taken on a tousled appearance from your fingers running through it. Fred’s eyes were bright with happiness as he looked back at you, his lips quirked up in the Fred Weasley smile you loved so much. But as you glanced down, you could make out the subtle hue of bruises forming on his arms from where Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had been gripping on to him for dear life to prevent him from attacking Draco just hours earlier.

Fred followed your gaze. “I got banned you know,” he finally said, the sadness creeping back into his eyes.

“Yeah, I heard,” you replied downheartedly.

“I didn’t even do anything to that prat,” Fred continued. “If I knew that hag would ban me anyway I would have punched every inch of Malfoy’s fucking body.”

You could see the anger spike in his eyes and you quickly placed a hand on his chest.

“Calm down, Freddie,” you said softly, waiting for his heart rate to return to normal. “I should have made them stop,” you whispered, “all I did was sit there and watch, I feel horrible.”

“Don’t apologize love, there’s nothing you could have done without anyone getting suspicious.” Fred said, absently running his hand through your hair.

“Suspicious of us?” you laughed. “I think we do a rather good job if I do say so myself.”

Fred’s smile returned. “Yes we are pretty secretive,” his lips quirk into a smirk and he pressed his mouth against yours. “Abandoned classrooms, ducking into alcoves,” he whispered against your lips. “There’s something sexy-” at that word his hands slipped lower, giving your bottom a squeeze “- about sneaking around.”

“Are you groping my ass?” you asked, humor dancing in your eyes.

Fred’s smirk widened and he placed another kiss on your lips. “What would you do if I was?”

“I’d tell you to stop wasting your time talking when you could have me up against that wall,” you whispered, biting your lip.

Fred’s eyes darkened in lust. “You really are little Slytherin, so coy at getting what you want.”

You smirked. “What can I say? That Sorting Hat picked right.”

“It sure did,” Fred agreed huskily, walking you back towards the wall.

As your body pressed against the stone you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and dragging his mouth down to meet yours.

Needless to say, you and Fred snuck out forty five minutes later, well passed curfew and both looking rather disheveled.

“Don’t get caught going back,” Fred whispered, glancing both ways down the hall.

“I won’t,” you assured him. “Besides, if I do Umbridge will probably get me out of it, she seems to have taken a liking in me.” 

You gave him a pointed look. “It’s you I’m worried about, one bad step and she’ll expel you.”

Fred shrugged. “I’ve stopped worrying about that ever since she came to town.”

You sighed. “Just don’t do anything stupid yet, okay?”

“Okay okay,” Fred agreed grinning. “Just for you I won't.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “I’ll see you later.”

Fred pulled you in to kiss you once more, then let you go, being sure you were well down the corridor before he himself snuck off in the other direction.

You managed to make it back to the Slytherin common room undetected, only running into Mrs. Norris, who you stunned, then slipped by before she came to. The Slytherin common room was still bright with life at 9 oclock on a Saturday night, but no one questioned you when you walked in. Most students had snuck out past curfew their fare share of times, so they wrote you off as being no different then themselves

Doing your best to hide the grin on your face that usually came after being with Fred, you slipped upstairs to the girl’s dorms. Only one of your roommates was there, sorting through her trunk, but after exchanging pleasantries she left to go downstairs.

Falling onto your bed, you let out a sigh, the smile finally getting to appear on your face. Merlin this boy was going to be the death of you.

You had met Fred at the beginning last year after you both landed yourselves a week's worth of detention with McGonagall. At the time you had thought the redhead was the biggest prick you knew, and in turn, he saw you as a stuck up brat. Somehow though, amidst trophy cleaning, quiz grading, and classroom organizing, you had taken a liking to him. There was something about that easy smile and stupid sense of humor that got to you, and in turn, your quick wit and dry sarcasm had left him smitten.

It had been over a week after your time together in detention when you had seen Fred again, this time when he had come up behind you during passing time and, with a firm grip on your wrist, proceeded to pull you behind a statue in one of the more quiet corridors of Hogwarts.

“What the hell are you doing Weasley!” you had hissed, frantically looking around to make sure no one was near.

Instead of answering, Fred had gently placed his hands on either side of your face, fixing you with an intense gaze that left your heart racing.

“What are you doing?” you had whispered again softly, unconsciously stepping closer to him.

“For some idiotic reason, I can’t stop thinking about you,” Fred had said.

“Really?” you’d breathed, your heart starting to pound more fiercely.

“And for some even more idiotic reason,” Fred had continued. “I really want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

The speed of your racing heart increased and you unconsciously found yourself glancing at his lips

Fred noticed, a smirk spreading across his mouth. In one flourish of motion you were pressed against his chest with his lips only inches from yours.

“But our houses,” you had whispered, looking up at his dark eyes.

A smirk had slowly spread across Fred’s face. “Who says anyone has to know?”

And then he had kissed you, hard, and from that moment forward you had completely and utterly fallen for Fred Weasley.

~

“Professor Umbridge wants to see you in her office,” a voice behind you said, causing you to jump violently, dropping the book you had been reading.

Turning in annoyance, you glared at Draco, who was behind you snickering.

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, reaching down to pick up your book with the intention of continuing it.

“She really does want to see you,” Draco said.

Instantly you froze, your mind drifting to Fred.

“Why?” you managed to squeak out.

Draco gave you a suspicious look. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “She wanted me to round up a good lot of us. Your name was on the list.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay then,” you said, getting up from the couch, your demeanor returning to normal again. “Her office?”

Draco nodded. “I have to go tell Zabini and Montague, but I’ll meet you up there.”

“Sounds good,” you responded, stepping past him to leave the common room.

When you reached the office of Professor Umbridge, you were rather surprised to find its door ajar. Tentatively pushing it open, you were greeted by an extremely pink room and at least fifteen other Slytherins looking just as confused as you were.

“Ahh, Ms. L/N, thank you for coming,” said a high pitched voice that made your blood boil.

“Of course Professor. Thank you for inviting me,” you replied, a fake smile on your face.

She let out a little giggle. “Oh do I have a treat for you.”

She quickly ushered you over to stand with the rest of the group, then, once Draco showed up with the rest of the recruits, quickly clapped her hands for attention.

“I have received some shocking news,” she started, a grave look on her face. “It seems Harry Potter has formed a club. A club which wasn’t approved by me, and a club to teach others illegal and dangerous magic.” She paused dramatically.

For effect, you raised your eyebrows in surprise, though inside you were suddenly filled with a deep sense of dread. Anything Potter was involved with had a high chance Fred would be there too.

“Now, from a source we have learned where these meetings are being held, and it turns out there is one tonight. You all have been chosen by me to come stop this atrocity and give proper punishment to those involved.” Professor Umbridge's sickly smile widened. “Your services will be greatly rewarded by the minister himself.”

Around you, you could feel the Slytherins buzz in excitement, their smiles widening at a chance to get the Gryffindor's into trouble. Your smile was equally wide, but inside your nerves were piling up.

“They’re on the seventh floor, in the left corridor, across the painting of Barnabas the Barmy,” she said, jumping up and down on her stubby legs, a look of glee in her eyes. “Go catch them.”

There was a flourish of movement as everyone made for the door, pushing up the stairs and trying to be the first to catch the wrongdoers. You too were pushing to the front, but not because you wanted recognition from the ministry, but because you desperately wanted to be the one to catch Fred in hopes that you could find a way to get him out unscathed.

As you reached the seventh floor, it seemed the Gryffindors had been given a heads up, as swarms of people were running out of a doorway you had never seen before. Upon closer observation, you realized that there were far more than a few Gryffindors, as Umbridge had suggested, but in fact there were more than fifty people from a wide range of houses sprinting down the hall.

“Get them!” Umbridge shrieked from behind you, and you instantly took off, shoving your way through the chaos.

Fred and George ran from the Room of Requirement, for once not joking about their predicament. Behind them, Harry was quickly running around, trying to usher everyone out as a mob of Slytherins filled the corridor.

Together with George, Fred ducked down one of the side corridors, hoping he could make it to the boys bathroom that was only another turn away.

But before he knew it, his legs locked together and he tumbled to the floor, quickly shouting at George to run as he tried to squirm away from his captor.

Fred felt a hand grip tightly to his shoulder, pulling him up from the floor as another jinx whizzed by him towards his brother. George managed to duck it, but from behind Fred, Montague came running by, his wand in hand as he chased the other redheaded twin.

Fred reached for his wand to hex the Slytherin, but someone behind him got to it first, shooting a jinx that caused Montague to stiffen up, before falling face first on the floor.

The grip on Fred tightened, and he felt the spell on his legs release as he was suddenly able to walk as his captor pulled him down the other hallway.

Fred, sensing an opportunity, kicked his left leg back, trying to throw the Slytherin off balance, but they easily dodged it, dancing out of the way of his weak attempt at escaping.

“Merlin Freddie, that’s the thanks I get?” they asked, and Fred quickly turned in surprise to see you looking at him in amusement, a smirk playing at your lips.

“Love?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to save your arse,” you replied, a slight grin on your face.

Fred looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. “Damn that was so hot,” he breathed, “I could kiss you right now.”

Your heart gave a little flutter, but you tried to keep your expression neutral. “Let’s put a pause on that for right now,” you said, as Ernie McMillan ran by with Theodore Nott hot on his heels.

“I’ll hold you to it,” Fred grinned.

You rolled your eyes, then glanced around the hallway, but amidst all the chaos you hoped nobody had noticed your quick exchange.

“Just do me a favor and look pissed off and try to put up a bit of a fight,” you instructed. “I know a place where we can hide.”

Fred didn’t respond, instead quickly reverting his expression to one of anger as he pretended to pull away from your hold, though making sure he didn’t do so hard enough that you couldn’t drag him down the corridor.

Once you were out of sight of the madness of the main hall, you pulled Fred in after you into one of the secret passageways he had shown you last year. It was cramped and not well lit, but the tunnel was suited well enough for the two of you to stay in until the corridors cleared.

“Were you the one who hexed me back there?” Fred asked the instant the passage was sealed.

You shrugged. “I had to make it look convincing.”

“But why? Couldn’t you have just let us run off?” Fred pressed.

“Crabbe and Goyle had circled around to block that end, I couldn’t risk you going that way,” you replied.

“George went that way though,” Fred said, his eyes filled with concern for his brother.

You sighed. “There wasn’t much I could do in the moment,” you admitted, “I was more focused on you. I did jinx Montague for him, so hopefully that gave him enough of a head start,” you added with a laugh.

Fred grinned. “That was a rather good one.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” you said, amusement dancing in your eyes. “It’s probably the highlight of my year.”

Fred put on a face of mock hurt. “You mean I’m not the highlight of your year?” he asked dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. “You make a close second,” you teased.

A smirk creeped across Fred’s face and he suddenly pulled you up against his chest, his lips brushing against yours. 

“Let’s see if I can get myself into first,” he said cockily.

~

It wasn’t until after the Easter holidays when you saw Fred again, and this time, due to a new Educational Degree (number twenty nine if you were being exact) you had a silver I hooked to your robes and about the same amount of power as the teachers.

“How’s that Inquisitorial Squad going for you?” Fred asked, the moment you stepped into your latest meeting space.

“It’s so stupid,” you complained rolling your eyes. “It just inflates Malfoy’s head more than it already is and gives Slytherins a chance to pick on everyone.”

Fred wore an amused smile on his face. “It seems you’re taking advantage of this new found power too,” he commented lazily.

“Zacharias Smith is a twat and everyone knows it, so I don’t particularly care how many points I dock him,” you stated bluntly.

Fred snorted at your response. “Bloody hell I love that about you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Love what?”

Fred laughed, pulling you towards him so he could kiss you once on the lips.

“How when somebody pisses you off you are so determined about getting back at them,” he finally said.

“Most people say it’s one of my worst traits,” you managed to get out as Fred’s lips began attacking your neck.

“It’s actually rather adorable,” Fred hummed against your skin.

“Fred?” you asked quietly, a thought suddenly popping into your head.

“Yes love?”

“Was there something you needed to talk to me about?”

Fred detached himself from your neck to properly look at you.

“It’s just that you said you wanted to see me and we only just got back two hours ago,” you stuttered quickly, suddenly feeling you had gotten the wrong idea. “Not that of course this isn’t a good reason,” you motioned between the two of you.

A slight smile spread across Fred’s lips. “Your two observant for your own good,” he said jokingly.

“What is it then, what’s wrong?” you asked, every possible reason filling your mind.

“Nothings wrong,” Fred quickly reassured you. “But you told be not to do anything stupid yet at the beginning of the year,” he paused, “that ‘yet’ has finally come.”

Your eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”

“Harry needs some help, so George and I offered ours, though I doubt we’ll get through this without being expelled,” he said, pausing to gage your reaction.

Your eyebrows had shot up and your jaw dropped. “What?! Why would you do that?”

“Because love, George and I don’t see the need to continue our education-”

“But what about-” you tried to interrupt.

Fred held up his index finger. “Just give me a minute to explain.”

“Okay,” you agreed, though your face still held a look of concern.

“We bought a shop,” Fred continued, “Harry gave us his Triwizard winnings so we bought one in Diagon Alley. You’re the first person that knows, and well, we were going to wait until after this school year but now with Dumbledore gone and that hag taking over the school, you’re the only reason left for me to stay.”

Fred looked you in the eyes. “That’s why I had to ask, can I do one last stupid thing? I am so in love with you Y/N, and you know that and if you want me to stay I will, and I promise nothing will change. I’ll be happy either way because I have you. I just knew I could never leave you here without first asking if you would be okay.”

A swell of love for the boy sitting across from you filled your chest and the concern had left your face. In its place, a single tear rolled down your cheek as you looked at the boy who had just told you he would leave all his dreams behind for you.

“Of course you can go Fred, I could never hold you back from that,” you said, letting him pull you against his chest. “But what about-” you looked up at him “-what about us?”

Fred grinned, kissing you once on the lips. “We’ll get to finally be together,” he answered softly. “There’s a flat above the shop, George has his space, we’ll have ours.”

“But George doesn’t know about us,” you protested. “What if he doesn’t-”

Fred cut you off by placing another kiss on your mouth. “If I have to marry you with only the two of us and the official at the service, then that would be enough. I don’t care about what he thinks about you and me.”

“Marrying me?” you whispered.

Fred interlaced his hand with yours. “The moment you graduate if you want love. Then we’ll never have to be apart for more than a second.”

You looped your arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “I love you so much Fred Weasley,” you whispered against his lips.

“And I love you a thousand times more,” he replied, his mouth barely leaving yours.

Fred tugged your thighs and you jumped up, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

“Now,” Fred said, and you could feel his smirk against your lips. “Why don’t we make this a night to remember.”

~

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Tempers and Temptation

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: Ron lets his feelings get the better of him when he finds you spending some time with his brother, and when his temper boils over, it leads to a long overdue confession.

— “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

— “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: arguing, jealousy, insecurities, angst, mild swearing, fluff, requited love, kissing

A/N: This is my fic for @theweasleysredhair 9k writing challenge! The prompts I’ve chosen are listed above, and they will be bolded and italicized in the fic! (Also, Fred is alive in this one!) Congratulations again my darling Chloe, you deserve all the love and more!

(not my gif, credits to the maker)

It was the beginning of the summer season, just a week and a half before Charlie’s wedding. The Weasley’s had all flocked back to their beloved family home for the once in a lifetime occasion for their brother, the new and improved Burrow now bustling with jovial energy. Harry had come with Ginny, Ron had picked you up on his way, Bill and Fleur were there first with Percy, and Hermione would soon join the family in the next couple of days to come. The decision to host the wedding there was one that was made hesitantly with the way Bill and Fleur’s had ended so tragically. But, the tight-knit family had decided the past was going to be put behind them and they refused to let it tarnish another special day. Their home was remodeled and desperately ready for new and brighter memories.

It was supposed to be a fun trip, and it had been at first, but Ron’s rather bitter mood had begun to sour yours after a while. His irritation only seemed to be directed towards you, you’d noticed, barely speaking more than a few words to you and only when you addressed to him first. The reasoning for his change in behavior was something you weren’t privy to, but you tried your hardest to brush it off and hope it’d resolve soon so you could enjoy your time with your best friend. You were surprised he’d even sat with you at dinner that evening, though he hadn’t contributed very much to the conversation. He opted to push the food around on his plate instead.

George nudges your arm, effectively pulling your attention from Ron to look to your left. You raised a brow at his grin, Fred peering over his brothers shoulder at you with an identical smile. Surely they were up to something; they always were. “What have you done now?”

George leaned in close, speaking in a hushed whisper, wiggling his brows.

 “We’ve got a little prank for the groom.” He looks to Charlie momentarily, turning back to you as you gaze up at him curiously when he holds up the smallest of potion bottles. “A couple drops of this and his hair will be as colorful as mum’s flowers!”

You couldn’t stifle your laughter, covering your mouth when you grabbed the attention of the older Weasley in question across the table. Ron sat a little straighter in his seat, his grip on his fork tightening as he exhaled a huff through his nose. The sound of your giggling made his stomach churn, the tips of his ears burning cherry red. You hadn’t paid him and his temper very much mind the whole dinner, hadn’t stolen any food from his plate, hadn’t made a point to embarrass him in front of his family like you usually had. Perhaps it was because you were too busy giving all your attention to his brother; it seemed as though you were always doing that. And he was absolutely not jealous of it.

“Are you okay, Ron?” You ask softly after a while, the sound of his huffing no longer a coincidence and your brows furrowed in concern at the redhead brooding next to you.

“I’m fine,” he dismisses, too quick for it to even be remotely truthful. He shrugs his shoulders as he looks anywhere but at you.

You frown at the sharpness of his tone, his answer once again just as short and vague as all the others. Your gaze lingered on him and he knew it, shifting around in his seat as his cheeks flush a pale pink. After a few moments you look away, only briefly. “Are you sure? You’re acting weird.”

“I said I’m fine, Y/n.”

The crease between your brows deepens, your frown remaining as your heart flips in your chest and it was quite obvious he was at odds with you. You brush it off and stuff down the hurt that bubbled in your stomach, repeating his actions as you shove the food around on your plate. His shoulders slumped a bit more at the look on your face, but the way George had whisked you away into conversation had him quickly swallowing down his apology.

He felt you hadn’t seemed too bothered anyway, but it very much bothered him. He wanted nothing more than to steal you just for one day, to have your undivided attention just for once this trip. Unbeknownst to him he could have it whenever he wanted it, but his stubborn attitude and his rash assumptions had pushed you away. The conclusions he’s jumped head first into had gotten him into a trouble only he could bail himself out of, whenever he’s ready to think rationally, that is.

He’d spent the whole dinner casting you longing glances that went unseen, exhaling sighs that hadn’t gone unheard. He managed to hold a half-conversation with Harry and he stuffed down the rest of his mashed potatoes that have since gone cold. Perhaps most noticeable to everyone was his lack of excitement for dessert considering it had been his absolute favorite. Instead he had a small sliver of the cake before excusing himself, setting his dirty dishes in the sink and sauntering off up the stairs wordlessly.

You followed after him to his old room after you’d had enough, hot on his tail as your fists clenched at your sides. “What is your problem?”

He turned around, brows knit together as he looked down at you quizzically. A bitter laugh left his lips at the question, and he pretended as if he didn’t have a clue as to what you were talking about. “I don’t believe I have one.”

“Oh really?” you begin, squinting up at him in disbelief. “This is the most you’ve said to me since we’ve gotten here, Ron. So I’m going to ask you again, what’s your problem?” 

You were rapidly growing impatient at the fact that he’d been very obviously skirting around the question, more so at his lack of communication the entire week, fluffing the pillows and smoothing the blankets on his bed to distract himself from giving you an answer.

However, you didn’t miss the way his chest was beginning to rise and fall at a quicker pace than before as his jaw tenses. He finally turned to look at you directly as you stood there with an expectant look on your face. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask George?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words, head tilted as you squint up at him. “What?”

“Forget it,” he grumbles, shaking his head. He pushed in the chair seated at his desk, rearranging a few misplaced things that lay atop it.

“No, tell me again.”

He stands before you, clearly getting worked up the more time that had passed.

“Alright. I said, why don’t you go ask George? You’ve only spent every waking moment with him since we got off the bloody train!” He said, raising his voice at you as a pale scarlet began to flood his cheeks and burn down his neck.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You scoff, taking a step closer to him. You cross your arms over your chest, quickly unraveling them moments later as you fidget angrily.

“You don’t have to pretend, Y/n. Why don’t you just bring your stuff to his room instead?”

His tone was taunting now, immaturity weaving around his words the more he spoke his mind. It was beginning to remind you of the time he’d acted the very same way when you had gone to Hogsmeade with Cormac McLaggen. He hadn’t spoken to you for three days until he had finally gotten over it, claiming he was simply stressed over an upcoming quidditch match and nothing more. There was always something more.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you counter. You watched the color continue to stain his freckled cheeks the angrier he got. Then realization hit you in that very moment. “Ron, are you jealous?”

“Jealous?” He repeats, trying his best to sound as if he were utterly surprised and not at all knowledgeable of your accusation. Trying to act as if you’d just said the most absurd thing in the world. “I’m not jealous.”

He wholeheartedly was, that much was clear. Though he wasn’t about to let you know that. It lanced through him every time he saw you, every time you laughed at his brothers jokes, every time you chose to spend time with his brother over him. He loathed the feeling that settled deep within his chest and simmered there; he knew it was irrational and he knew he had been unfair the past week. He loved his brother, he loved his whole family deeply, but he couldn’t help but to feel as though he came in last place in more ways than one. He felt he had a lot to live up to being the youngest brother, and he was sure he wasn’t quite doing that. He always had to share everything, and there was one thing he wanted to himself. He wanted to be selfish and have it all to himself. And that one thing was you.

You could feel your cheeks flush a burning red at his ridiculous behavior, heart beginning to race and pound against your chest in frustration. “Yes you are! You’ve been ignoring me for the past week, Ron. He is my friend. Much like you even though you haven’t been acting like it.”

He didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted to be more than that. He wanted to cross his room and kiss you, not argue over his own jealousy.

He rolls his eyes and digs himself deeper instead, crossing his arms to mimic your stance. “Yeah, right, it won’t be long until you two are snogging. Maybe Aria will throw you the bloody bouquet next week.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

You grit out the words as you attempt to conceal the falter in your voice from trying to suppress your tears, hastily grabbing your bag from the floor and slinging it over your shoulder. Your eyes stung by now as you turned to look at him briefly with your hardest stare, promptly spinning on your heel to walk out.

“Where are you going?” He asks, brows furrowed and his arms drop down to his sides.

“Anywhere to get away from you.”

“Fine.”

You rushed down the winding wooden staircase with a heavy ache in your heart, and in that moment you wished there hadn’t been so many floors because you desperately wanted to leave. As much distance from him as possible would be nice. The tears began to spill over your flushed cheeks, wiping them away with the back of your hand as your other held the strap that rested on your shoulder.

“Why the long face, Y/n/n?” Fred asked with a pout as you hurriedly passed by the living room.

“Your brother is an idiot,” you sniffle, though your tone was still angry as you brushed by him to get outside.

It was dark out now, the night breeze that swept over you giving you chills. You continued to walk towards the field surrounding the cozy home, nothing but anger in your stride and a headache forming from trying to keep your tears at bay. Despite that you kept on walking as they spilled freely down your cheeks now that you’d been alone, only stopping when you reached the familiar clearing. It wasn’t too far from the Burrow, but far enough to be left alone for a little while. Far enough from Ron and his absurd jealousy.

You sat down on the slightly overgrown grass, hugging your bag to your chest as you let your frustrated tears fall quietly one after another. The stars glimmered above you in the navy expanse, unable to be truly appreciated in your state of mind and the moon provided just enough light for you to not be quite so fearful to be alone out there at night. Frustration barely explained how you felt, how could he be so oblivious?

George was one of your closest friends, all of the Weasley’s were for that matter. You had grown up around the delightful family just a few years short of your whole life, so quite honestly his behavior was something unjust. It wasn’t unlike him to be distant, to let things bottle up and build before he bursts. But his words cut through you and you wondered just how long he’d been keeping it in.

Regardless, you continued to sniffle and wallow to yourself, the cuffs of your shirt now dampened by your tears. Being in love was a wonderful thing, but it was also something that could hurt you all the same. You felt ridiculous, really, to have pined for the same ginger boy since you were fifteen. It had been eight years of backing out of confessions, of being on the brink of kissing him. Eight years of taking turns being jealous but unaware of the other.

It was a viscous cycle that seemed to do more harm than good sometimes, but you suppose it could’ve been your own fault for keeping your feelings a secret. You didn’t know he broke up with Lavender because he’d missed you so much. All you knew was that seeing him with somebody else hurt. He hadn’t known you turned down Cormac’s several dates in favor of spending your free time with him instead. He just knew there was talk of the two of you, and the thought of pressing further for more information made him nauseous. You were so blind to one another it was starting to take its toll.

In his teen years not long ago, he would have kept his distance out of sheer stubbornness. He would have brooded to himself and sulked about until he was over it, but now he just felt ridiculous. He was twenty-three years old still acting like he was thirteen, and the regret pooled in his chest the moment the words left his mouth. The truth was, he couldn’t bear being apart from you for too long, especially when your absence hadn’t been on good terms. He could swallow his pride if it meant you wouldn’t leave.

You didn’t know how long you’d been out there, but it certainly felt like a considerable amount of time. You’d unknowingly sulked to yourself for the last two hours, the initial anger long gone. The lights of the first floor had since been turned off, mismatched windows beginning to lose their glow as well as your eyes raked up the home. All but the very top floor. 

Your time alone was cut short at the familiar footfalls sounding behind you. You close your eyes and release an exasperated sigh. “Y/n?”

“Have you come to yell at me again?” You huff, standing to your feet and turning around. The urge to cry had immediately come back upon seeing him but you simply stared at him. 

He stilled in front of you, brows furrowed as he swallowed thickly. His eyes bounced from the bag clutched tightly in your shaky hand, so much so your knuckles were an ivory white. Then they landed on your face, at the tears rimming your eyes and wetting your flushed cheeks. At your rosy nose and miserable frown on your lips. Your lip quivered in a mix of anger and tears you fought to suppress now that he stood before you again.

“No,” he said, much softer this time as he looks at the ground momentarily before coming up with a defense. “To be fair you yelled at me too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in an unamused glare and purse your lips, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why exactly did you follow me out here then?”

He shrugged timidly, stuffing his hands in his pockets briefly before taking them back out again nervously. He was too flustered to lie. “Because you never go out at night by yourself.”

He remembered, of course he did. No matter how irrational, no matter how mad he may have been. But that wasn’t important, it shouldn’t have been because you were angry at him over the fact that he thought you were so madly in love with his brother. You were angry that he had been so blind to the fact that you were madly in love with him. You felt as though it couldn’t have been anymore obvious, but you suppose you were wrong.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you stared up at him with a softer gaze, biting the inside of your cheek. “Well, I’m fine. You can go inside now.”

With a few moments of a lingering stare, you turned away from him, unable to withstand the tension any longer but he hadn’t left you just yet. Instead, he stayed put, staring after you wordlessly as you took a few more steps away from him. His heart had been bounding mercilessly in his chest as if he’d just run halfway across the world to see you, his words on the very tip of his tongue.

“Don’t,” he said abruptly, cheeks flushing at the unintentional raise in his voice. You stand still then, your back to him as you wait. He gulped as he fought desperately to articulate his words in a way that didn’t make him look any more foolish before you could take another step away from him. “Don’t leave.”

You turn back around, clutching the strap resting on your shoulder as you look up at him. His mouth must have opened and closed at least a dozen times, looking like a fish out of water until eventually he gave up entirely as he met your gaze.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you say softly, and his cheeks are quick to burn the scarlet red shade of embarrassment at his words. He simply nods in acceptance, though, looking away from you.

A silence settles over you, save for the crickets chirping and the occasional breeze sweeping through the warm summer air. It was tense and inescapable, neither one of you knowing just what to say or how to say it, though it was very clear that something was on both your minds. More than what had just transpired not long ago.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now. It’s late,” you finally say, brushing past him and back towards the misshapen home that stood tall in front of you. The tension was almost suffocating and you had to leave before it had gotten any worse.

“Y/n wait,” he calls out, hesitant as his hand reaches out for you, dropping back to his side as quickly as he held it out when he saw you’d been too far to grab onto.

You turn your head and look over your shoulder, the look on his face causing you to turn around fully. Your brow raises in curiosity though you stay quiet. A sigh leaves his lips in frustration with himself. The words were on the very tip of his tongue, just waiting to be spoken as they had been for quite a while. The reason for his behavior was right there.

“Goodnight.” It’s all he says, finding it impossible to speak his mind when you look at him like that.

You nod, glancing up at him with a half smile. “Night, Ron.”

—

A week had gone by since your argument, and things had been considerably less awkward between the two of you, though it was still very much there. Ron had stopped avoiding you, he stopped speaking to you in one word answers in favor of your usual banter. And he stopped his sulking and brooding, for the most part.

Hermione had arrived and has stolen you away once more but he expected as much, though you did notice him focus his gaze on you on more than one occasion. It left you jittery, as if you were in fourth year again and he’d just asked you to the Yule Ball. Hermione insisted that you admit your feelings, not without a friendly but firm threat that she’d tell him for you. You promised you would in time, just not yet. You weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to put your heart out on the line.

Ron had almost told you he loved you three times over that week, but he kept it to just an apology no matter how tempting it was to spill his most vulnerable feelings once and for all. He spent so long holding the words on the very tip of his tongue that he just wanted to say them a million times over.

He wanted to tell you when he watched you and Hermione help his mother with dinner. You looked like sunshine as you laughed in the cluttered kitchen joyously, too focused on conversation to notice him gawking. He wanted to swipe the flour off your cheek and press his lips to yours in a kiss, tell you just how much he adored you and all that you do.

He wanted to tell you when you helped him wash his dads car. You’d been teasing him about the infamous scratch that just couldn’t be repaired by Ron’s encounter with the Whomping Willow, the brightest smile on your face. He found you could pick on him all you wanted and he wouldn’t mind, even when you sprayed him with the garden hose. He was too distracted by the way your hair glimmered and sparkled in the afternoon sun to care about much else.

He wanted to tell you when you’d helped him set up the tent for the wedding the night before the ceremony. You found yourselves laying side by side on the ground, staring up at the striped ceiling of the enchanted structure in awe. You’d caught him staring and he looked away immediately, smiling to himself as his hand brushed against yours. Conversation had long since been quieted at that point, your presence alone being enough to keep him happy no matter what. He wanted to tell you of his all consuming love without pause.

Now, you were shuffling around his room in a hurried panic, time ticking by relentlessly as you search for the matching earring that was supposed to be adorning your right ear, but it had been nowhere to be seen. A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you root through your bag for the third time now, dumping its contents out completely in hopes for a better outcome. The commotion filtering in from outside certainly hadn’t helped flustered state.

“Do you really need to wear those earrings? I’m sure Ginny’s got some you could use, or maybe even Mione,” Ron reasons with a shrug as he tries to ease your frustration.

“Yes, Ron. These go with my dress, I need to find it,” you insist, frowning when your triple check yielded the same result. It was just your luck to have lost a key part to your attire only moments before an important event. You were beginning to think you hadn’t packed the complete set at all.

He shakes his head with a soft laugh at the way you’d been acting, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watches you flitter around in a huff. He felt you didn’t even need the earrings, it wouldn’t have taken away from your radiance, nothing could. You looked absolutely beautiful in your dress, and he tried not to dwell on the fact that it’d matched his suit. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but he couldn’t help the feeling blooming in his chest.

Your groaning had pulled him from his lovestruck thoughts, your hand running through your hair. There were so many places the delicate piece of jewelry could’ve gotten lost in, and you were beginning to think you should give up entirely.

“This is unbelievable,” you grumble, taking a moment to think it over and retrace your steps. “I’m positive I brought both, I even double checked with you!”

He nods, going along with your words. “Y-Yeah. I’m quite sure you did,” he assures, scratching the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance, pursing your lips at him as you huff through your nose.

“Ron, it would be better for the both of us if you stop standing there and help me,” you say matter-of-factly, looking hopelessly in the drawers of his desk. When you look over your shoulder at him, it’s as if he hadn’t heard a single word you’d just spoken to him, his eyes fixed on you with a soft smile on his lips. “What?”

You turn around fully, raising a brow expectantly as you wait for his explanation of just why he’d been looking at you like that. He looked away momentarily, shifting his gaze to peer out of the window and collect himself before looking back at you, biting the inside of his cheek to fight his widening smile. “Nothing.”

You hadn’t bought his response, not even for a second, and he knew that. He wasn’t exactly being discreet by now, he’d stopped trying to do so a while ago. Partly because he knew you’d be too oblivious to put the pieces together, and partly because he was too smitten to mask it. It was rather tiring; to love someone for nearly a decade without certainty of it being reciprocated was taunting. Yet he didn’t have it in him to move on to someone else, because the truth was, no one in his lifetime could hold a candle to you.

“Could you please help me?” You ask again in a much less irritable tone this time. You spun on your heel quickly, hoping to mask the very obvious fact that a million butterflies had been set loose in your stomach, smiling softly as you scrambled to remember just what it was you had been looking for. With your back turned, you missed the way he stood there with hesitancy, the way you could practically see the gears turning in his head if you’d been looking at him. But he was grateful you couldn’t see it.

He’d spent the past week thinking of a hundred different ways to tell you this, all of them sounding hopelessly romantic in his head. It hadn’t gotten better with each day that passed either, switching between doubt and wanting to grab your face and kiss you. It became a looping cycle within those seven days, taunting him until he just couldn’t suppress it a moment longer. He refused. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

The words tumbled from his lips and he almost winced with how utterly direct it was, spilling out with much less grace and eloquence than he’d planned. There was no way you wouldn’t understand what he meant after that.

Your distracted actions stilled at his quiet words, turning your head as your mouth hung slightly agape. A soft crimson stains your cheeks as you become aware of just how fondly he’s staring at you now, and you have the pressing urge to look away from it’s sheer loving intensity, but you don’t. However, you did drop the hairbrush in your hand, the sound deafening as it clattered loudly to the floor in the otherwise quiet room. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a timid smile as he laughs nervously, the tips of his ears burning while he fumbles with the hem of his vest.

You hadn’t been entirely sure you’d heard him correctly, but you were too stunned and too caught up hoping you had been to ask for any clarification. A part of you was tempted to pinch yourself to see if you’d been dreaming, but you were quite sure you weren’t. Even though a few fleeting moments had passed, the seconds felt like hours to him and you knew you couldn’t stare forever.

A rush of confidence had coursed through you in that moment because he hadn’t appeared to be joking, a smile pulling at your lips. “Well go on then.”

His breath caught in his throat at your words, his heart nearly beating right out of his chest. So much so that he found it impossible for you to not hear it’s rhythmic pounding. Though he quickly breaks out of his daze, his hand enveloping yours as he tugs you closer. His lips press to yours with the force of a thousand kisses, his fingers quick to tangle in your hair as your hands settle on his cheeks. Years worth of longing had seemed to seep into every brush of his lips, in the very way he’d been holding you as if you’d slip right through his fingers. And every time the warmth of his breath swept over you, it sent a bout of shivers rushing over your skin and leaving you completely enchanted.

You couldn’t help the smile forming, a soft laugh leaving your mouth as your nose brushes against his lips lightly. The pause in your kiss hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds as he found himself completely drawn to you. The desire to skip the reception altogether in favor of staying right there with you had lanced through him, the thought all too enticing but he knew he’d never hear the end of it.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lets out an airy laugh, breathless and in awe. The quizzical look on your face is prompting enough for him to speak his mind. “I love you.”

The words were soft and they were true, mumbled without second thought in the close proximity. It had only taken him two years short of a decade to do so. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your quiet laughter on his lips, a sigh escaping him.

“I tell the girl I love my true feelings and she laughs at me. How wonderful,” he grumbles in faux offense, breaking away from you to shake his head as he looks to his right.

Your fingers brush over his jaw and turn him back to you immediately, leaning on your toes and kissing him once more. One that turned from a simple peck to a languid kiss that he found it next to impossible to break from. He hadn’t wanted to either. Your laughter has since disappeared, silenced against his lips as the certainty of his words truly began to sink in.

“I love you,” you whisper, and the smile on his face is immediate. His forehead rests on yours as his nose scrunches, his hair tickling your skin and a hum escaping him.

His hand squeezed your own gently, his lips continuing to ghost over yours in the softest of kisses. He had a lifetime to kiss you now, he had every day to come to do so, but he also had this current moment and he felt there was nothing more he wanted to do. It was apparent he was in a daze of requited love, it was obvious by the very way he looked at you as if you’d been the one person making the world go round.

You return his thoughtful look, something akin to mischief dancing in your eyes and he knew he was in for something. “Ron?”

He hums in response, his lips pressing to your cheek in hopes to distract you from the inevitable. His attempts were valiant but not enough to cloud your mind.

“So you were jealous?”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he drops his head to your shoulder, desperate to hide the noticeable scarlet invading his freckled cheeks. A groan leaves his lips and vibrates against your skin, he knew you would bring it up. He also knew this wouldn’t be the last time you would either. His soft laughter answers your question, his arms tightening their hold around you.

“You’ll never let this go, will you?”

You respond with a shake of your head, brushing strands of red hair from his eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. His smile is adoring as he tucks his face in your neck once more. He’s got you now, he’s unknowingly had you all along but his blunders didn’t seem to matter in that moment. Nothing did except for you.

His grin turned to that of a mischievous smirk, tugging on the corner of his lips as he stifled his laugh.

“What is it?” You ask, brow raised as you push back and your hands rest on his chest.

After a moment he held up his free hand between the two of you, the glimmering silver of your missing earring dangling between his finger tips. Your eyes widen a fraction as you gasp, his laughter unable to be contained much longer as you swat his arm.

“How long have you had that, Ron Weasley?”

He simply shrugs as a blush coats his cheeks and you snatch the earring from his hand with a playful frown, slipping it in your ear with ease.

“To be fair, I needed some time to work up the nerve to kiss you,” he reasons, your frown fading as you roll your eyes.

An eruption of boisterous cheers sounding several floors below had been reminder enough of the plans you were currently absent for. Surely they must have been waiting on the two of you. “Now look what you’ve gotten us into. We’re officially late.”

His gaze gave way to just how enamored he’d been by you, his lips meeting yours once more in hopes to hold him over until he could kiss you again. He knew that effort would be futile. He doesn’t even know how he’d made it this long without doing so a thousand times over.

“I’m sure they won’t miss us for five more minutes.”

You look up at him momentarily, your squeal ringing out as he nearly swept you off your feet. Your words are whispered against his lips as he brushes the hair from your face.

“Five more minutes.”

—

Tags: @vogueweasley @loony-loopy-lupinn @theweasleysredhair @lupinsclassroom @amourtentiaa @hahee154hq

[onlyfreds]

Yours Forever | F.W.

Title: Yours Forever

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It’s been a year since the war. Fred decides that he is ready for a new chapter in his life.

A/N: This is for @theweasleysredhair​‘s 9k writing challenge. Prompt #9 (You should just marry me) and #15 (You remembered) and the song “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars

Lyrics are in italics

Part 2

--

“You ready?” I asked my boyfriend, Fred, as I walked down the stairs of our flat.

My boyfriend turned to face me, “Gorgeous as always love.” He said with a small smirk.

He then picked up his jacket from the table, then he offered me his arm, “Ready to go on our date love?”

I giggled as I took it, “Always.”

--

After eating at the restaurant, we were sitting in a nearby park, watching the stars.

“It’s amazing isn’t it.” I suddenly said.

Fred looked at me, “What is?”

“6 years of dating and two near death experiences. And we’re still standing strong.” I contemplated. It’s been a year since the war. Fred would’ve been crushed by a wall if I hadn’t pushed him out of the way in time and I would’ve died if Fred hadn’t blocked the killing curse that a deatheater shot at me.

After receiving no reply, I looked over at Fred, his eyes were glazed, his mind was a million miles away.

“What are you thinking?” I asked softly.

He diverted his gaze back to me, before standing up and helping me do the same.

“Freddie, you’re worrying me.” I said as I placed my right hand on his cheek.

He gave me a small smile, “You think it’s amazing that we’re still standing strong after all these years?”

I gave him a confused look, “Of course I do, Freddie.”

“Then you should just marry me.” He said, as he got down on one knee.

“What?”

He pulled out a small box with a diamond ring inside, “Y/N, you are the most amazing and gorgeous person I’ve ever met. I honestly wouldn’t be here without you. I want to live my life to the fullest and I want you to be my side while I do it. You had me under your spell the minute I laid eyes on you, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could never imagine my life without you and I could never see my future without you in it. So, will you marry me?”

My hand flew to my mouth as tears started to cloud my vision, “Yes! Yes Fred! I will marry you!”

“I love you.” He said as he slipped the ring on my finger.

“I love you too.” I said as he leaned forward and kissed me under the stars.

 6 months later

Since Ginny and Hermione helped with the wedding preparations and like Hermione, I was muggle-born, they agreed to keep some muggle traditions like the bride and groom not seeing each other until the wedding day.

As the rehearsal dinner ended, Fred was more clingy than usual.

“Do we have to be apart?” Fred whined as he hugged me from behind.

I chuckled, “It’s tradition Freddie. Besides, it’s just one night. Tomorrow, we’re getting married.”

He placed his head in the crook of my neck, “Can’t wait to finally call you Mrs. Weasley.”

But that little moment was interrupted when George yelled, “We have to go Freddie. Ginny already whacked me on the head, I don’t want to wait for Hermione to do the same.”

Fred and I laughed at his twin’s predicament.

“Just a second.” Fred yelled back before turning to me, “Can I have one last kiss.”

I gave him a confused look, “One last kiss?”

“As an unmarried couple.”

I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed him.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.” He said.

I giggled, “And I can’t wait to see you at the end of the aisle.”

“Fred!” George yelled, “Hermione is going to whack me on the head if you don’t get your arse here in 2 minutes!”

“See you tomorrow princess!” Fred said with a small wink as he ran off to his twin.

 The Big Day

I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring how perfect my dress was. It was literally my dream dress. It was sleeveless and lace is scattered along the outfit. And the veil was topped off with a small tiara.

“You look beautiful.” Hermione said as she entered the room.

“Thank you, Mione.” I said, giving her a small smile.

Ginny then dashed into the room, “Oh my gosh.” She gasped, “Fred is going to cry.”

“Are you sure you want to marry my brother?” She joked. “Because I can make the perfect distraction while you slip out the front door.”

We laughed as Hermione playfully smacked Ginny’s arm.

I shook my head, “I’m fine Ginny. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Well then,” Hermione said, “We wouldn’t want to keep your soon to be husband waiting then.”

Our wedding was taking place at the Burrow just like Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

Molly was waiting for us by the opening of the tent.

“You look so gorgeous, dear.” Molly said as she gave me a hug.

“Thank you, Molly.” I grinned.

“Molly,” I said, tentatively.

“Yes dear?”

“Thank you so much for helping out but can I ask one more favor?”

“Of course, dear, it is your wedding day.”

“Can Arthur be the one to walk me down the aisle?” I asked. To say that I didn’t get along with my parents was the understatement of the century. Since they wanted a boy, they were “disappointed” to say the least. And it only made matters worse when I attended Hogwarts. They disowned me the moment I came home for the summer after my first year. The minute the twins knew about my situation, the Weasleys took me in faster than you could say, “The Burrow”.

Tears started to well up in Molly’s eyes, “Of course dear.”

She then called Arthur as the ceremony started.

“Thank you.” Arthur said as he took his place beside me, “for making my son so happy.”

I smiled, “If there’s anyone I should be thanking Arthur, it’s you and Molly. Thank you for raising the son who would complete me and make me happy.”

Molly was trying to hold back tears as she hugged me tightly, “My baby boy is all grown up now and I’m glad that he found someone so perfect.”

“Molly.” I said with a small smile, “Stop, you’re going to make me cry.”

The three of us chuckled as Molly handed me the bouquet.

I started to walk down the aisle.

Ginny was right, Fred had to turn around to hide his tears.

When we arrived at the altar Fred smiled as he said, “Hey gorgeous, is that the earrings you wore when we had our first kiss.”

I grinned, “You remembered.”

He chuckled, “Of course I do. I remember every memory we have.”

The ceremony then started.

Then it was time for the vows. I went first.

“Fred Weasley. My best friend, my partner in crime, my everything, my lover, and in just a few minutes time: The man I’ll spend the rest of forever with. I didn’t know what made me fell in love with him in the first place. Was it his dazzling eyes? Or his charming smile? It could even be his overall personality.” I stated, making everyone chuckled.

“I always thought that love means going through immense pain or having your heart broken into millions of pieces or just full of regrets, basically. But Fred proved me wrong. He never made me go through pain, he never broke my heart, and I never have a single regret when it came to loving him.” I continued, making my fiancé smile.

“He always manages to make me smile. As cliché as it sounds, he is the ray of sunshine that shines through my darkest days. He has given me so much love and care over the years and I promise that I’ll always give you the more than what you deserve. I promise that I’ll always prank with you. I promise that I’ll always be by your side no matter what.” I said as I slipped the ring onto his finger.

“Your sister asked me if I was sure about my decision to marry you.” The group laughed as Ginny gave us a guilty smile. I turned back to Fred, not trying to hold back the tears anymore, “I told her that, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. If I lived a thousand lives, then I would choose you a thousand times. Loving you isn’t just a feeling, it’s an adventure. An adventure I’ll take with you even in the afterlife.”

At this point, it was obvious that Fred was trying to hold back tears but he still had his vows to say.

“Y/N L/N, how do I begin to describe her? The most amazing, the most gorgeous, the hottest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. The moment I saw you, I knew that you were the one I was going to marry. I knew that you were the one I was going to start a family with. I knew that you were the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I found, and still find, every part of you attractive. From the sparkle of mischief in your eyes to your wonderful laugh. Even the way how you could wear a bucket of red paint and yell at me for hitting the wrong target.” I blushed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“Honestly, I would be lost without you. You are the part of my life that I can never live without. You have always been by my side. Through the ups and downs, the laughs and the frowns, the good ideas and the bad ones, the successful pranks and the less successful ones. You supported the joke shop the minute we pitched the idea to you. You’ve stayed with me through those late nights of brainstorming. And you willingly dropped out of school to open up the joke shop with us.” Molly gave a playful glare to Fred, causing everyone to was present to laugh.

“I would’ve died if you hadn’t saved me. I wouldn’t be standing here today, marrying the woman I love. Merlin, I don’t even know how I got you date me in the first place, let alone marry me. But I thank my lucky stars that I got you to say ‘yes’. I am the luckiest man in the world, because I can call you mine. I promise that I’ll always be with you, even in the afterlife. You complete me.” He said as he placed the ring on my finger, “Nothing else can complete me but you.” He finished, openly crying.

“With the power invested in me. I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The minister smiled.

Fred pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately, finally sealing the deal.

--

Later at the Reception

The party was in full swing. It actually reminded me of the parties we would have at the Gryffindor common room. So, it meant that we still knew how to throw a party. We already threw the bouquet and the garter, Hermione and Ron catching them respectively.

Then came our first dance as husband and wife. But, like always, Fred had something up his sleeve.

I gave my husband a confused look when George announced that he had a “little surprise”.

Music started to play as Fred winked and said, “You’ll see.”

To everyone’s surprise, he started to sing.

Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they're not shinin' Her hair, her hair Falls perfectly without her tryin' She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday

Yeah, I know, I know When I compliment her, she won't believe me And it's so, it's so Sad to think that she don't see what I see But every time she asks me, "Do I look okay?" I say

He then took my hand and spun me around as he continued,

When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are Yeah

He traced my bottom lip with his thumb as I giggled.

Her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she'd let me Her laugh, her laugh She hates, but I think it's so sexy She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday Oh, you know, you know You know I'd never ask you to change

He placed a small peck on my lips before continuing.

If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same So don't even bother askin' if you look okay You know I'll say

When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are

I placed my hands on his shoulders as he swayed me on the spot.

The way you are The way you are Girl, you're amazing Just the way you are

When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are And when you smile The whole world stops and stares for a while 'Cause girl, you're amazing Just the way you are Yeah

 “Since when did you learn to sing?” I asked.

 He smirked, “Only for you. Love.”

--

Bonus:

 Soon enough, the reception was soon over. We were trying to help Molly clean up.

She waved us off, “We can handle this. Just go.”

Fred smirked, “Time to go to our own reception then.”

After bidding goodbye to his family, we apparated to the hotel we were staying in before going to our honeymoon.

I yelped as Fred scooped me up bridal style and carried me to our room.

“Mrs. Weasley, I guarantee you’re going to have the best night of your life.”

[mayleaorlaith]

Flirtations Misinterpreted | F. Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1500+ words

Warnings: fluff. 

Description: Fred blatantly flirted with you almost everyday. You would figure that someone that flirted with you almost every day would notice when someone flirts back, Right? Wrong.

Author’s note: This fic was created for @theweasleysredhair 9K writing challenge. It is based on prompt 14 of fluff; "You're lucky you're hot". I had so much fun writing this, hope you all enjoy it :)

“Hello.” You didn’t need to look to see who it was and when your eyes connected you were right, Fred Weasley had taken his usual seat next to you. The same cocky grin on his lips as he always carried when he sat next to you.

“Hello, Fred.” You smiled at him before turning towards the professor. You still felt his eyes on you. Those brown eyes that held a mischievous glint in them as they refused to leave you. “Stop it.”

“Stop what, my love?”

He took your silence as victory, especially with the smile you wore, before turning to the assignment in front of him.

You shook your head with a silent laugh. You had enjoyed having his undivided attention. To see his smile almost everyday and to hear his laugh over everyone else’s. You were in deep, you knew that. You also knew that Fred Weasley felt the same, it was a little birdy that had confirmed it in your ear some days ago. Yes, you enjoyed having his undivided attention but he had yet to notice that he had yours too.

“I was wondering,” you started while playing with your hair, “do you want to study with me after classes?”

Fred was for someone that had a crush on you quite a figure. He kept his head down while shaking no. “Sorry, gotta test a new product with George after class.” He would have changed his answer when he saw your defeated look but he hadn’t seen it and therefore didn’t change his answer.

“Okay,” you mumbled. You almost started to think he wasn’t flirting with you but you knew Fred Weasley better than that. “Well, then I’ll see you at dinner?”

“No can do. I have quidditch practise.”

Now, you were sure he didn’t pick up on the not so subtle hints of wanting to spend time with him. You huffed before focussing on the assignment.

George and Lee weren't really paying attention to the stack of paper on their table, only on Fred who was scribbling answer after answer. “The fool,” Lee Jordan snapped.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Fred Weasley was watching you from afar, chatting with your friends in between classes. He had a smile dancing on his lips and eyes full of admiration, even when you did nothing special but just standing there.

George had engaged himself in a conversation with Lee Jordan, not noticing his twin brother leaving his side until it was too late.

“Again?” Lee asked the boy.

George nodded his head, a smile on his face and a glint of glee in his eyes. “Yes.”

Fred moved closer to the group of girls, keeping his eyes on only you. “Hello, ladies. Mind if I steal her for a minute? Thank you,” he hadn’t finished or tugged you into him. You couldn’t suppress your giggles as he guided you away from them.

“Yes, Fred?”

“Are you coming to the quidditch game, later?” he asked you.

With a smile you looked up at him, “Fred, whenever you play I’m there. Aren’t I always there cheering you on?”

“Yes, you are.” He couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for asking, now. You were always there cheering him on. Every game and even at practise whenever you had time. He should have known you would be at this game too. “Of course. Well, I’ll see you then,” he muttered softly, feeling defeated already.

You watched him leave, eyes knitted together while wondering why his mood changed for the worse.

“That brother of you is an idiot, George,” Lee Jordan spoke.

“That he is.”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Fred Weasley never had such a bad performance on the quidditch pitch as he did today. He tried to convince Oliver Wood it was only because the game just started but twenty minutes in didn’t change his performance.

His eyes kept wandering back to the crowd, trying to find the one person that was supposed to cheer him on like she always did. She had told him she would but right now he couldn’t seem to find her bright smile in the crowd. He wouldn’t like to admit it, especially not to Oliver, but it was messing with his head. He kept wondering why you weren’t there. And why he hadn’t heard you scream his name over everyone else.

“What is the matter with you?” George snapped at his brother.

Fred only huffed in response. “Where is she? She said she would be here,” he rambled on, eyes still not on the field as Oliver had told him they should.

“We are losing! Get a grip before Wood tells you again.”

“But-” Fred tried but George already left to continue the game. He huffed and tried to focus on the game too.

The last bit of concentration he had he poured into the quidditch match but it wasn’t as much as he had liked. Oliver Wood was giving him a speech on how he should concentrate more while playing. He tried to listen but just like the game his mind wandered to a different place.

“I wished to tell you that you were smashing it out there but they were smashing you.” The moment he heard your voice a smile danced on his lips. Oh, how he had missed your voice, even if it was only for a couple of hours since you last spoke he had missed it so dearly. “What was going on, Fred? You are normally so focussed.”

You walked closer to him as he sat on the bench inside the changing room. “When did you get here?”

“What do you mean ‘when did I get here’? I have been here the entire match. I was planning on congratulating you on your amazing performance but you were so distracted up there I wasn’t even sure if you could find your way back to the changing room,” you laughed a little, easing the tension that hung on Fred’s side of the room.

“You were here? The entire time you were here?” he asked you frantically, running his hand through his hair. You nodded while muttering a confused ‘yes’. Watching him closely as he paced around. The rest of the Gryffindor players had hurried out of the room, giving you two the much needed space. “I- I have been looking all over for you.”

“You were looking for me? Why?”

“Why?” he scoffed as he watched you confused state. “Isn’t it obvious because I- I- I wanted you there.”

He chose his words so carefully. A part of him was scared to admit why he wanted you there. He really tried to make it obvious to you but every time he tried to express his feelings for you he got defeated by your reaction.

“I thought I made it pretty clear that I wouldn’t miss any match off you, Fred.”

“Yeah, I know you love quidditch, okay.”

You laughed softly, “I hate quidditch.”

Fred’s head shot up, eyes wide and mouth open at a loss of words. “Wh-What?”

“I hate quidditch. I think it is a waste of time. It can take hours before one catches the snitch. Who cares about throwing a ball through some hoops? It is useless. And there is always someone that ends up in the hospital wing with madam Pomfrey,” you explained as you stepped closer to the boy.

“Then- Then why do you come to all the matches?” He looked at you with the same confused expression as before you explained why you hated quidditch. Still the boy couldn’t seem to understand your explanation.

“Because of you,” you said with a smile, “I like seeing you play.”

Fred really tried to grasp the idea of you wanting to watch him play but he just couldn’t connect the dots. He had wanted to hear you say something so similar for months now, since the day he started to blatantly flirt with you. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” The smile could not be taken from your face. His confused state was bringing you joy at this very moment. You had heard the whispers in between classes that Fred had a crush on you weeks ago. The flirting didn’t go unnoticed either. “You are hurting my feelings here, Weasley. I considered my flirting skills as top notch.”

“You flirted with me?” You didn’t take it at heart that he hadn’t noticed. George was so kind enough to warn you about Fred’s oblivious state before the match began. “How- How did I not notice?”

You linked your arm with his and walked out of the changing room. "You're lucky you're hot," you said to him, a cheeky grin on your lips.

Only then did Fred collect his thoughts. You flirted back, you flirted back with him. “Hold on.” He spun you around, letting you collide to his chest. His demeanor had changed from confused to cocky. You like him back. It was spinning in his head. “You like me,” he whispered with a grin dancing on his lips.

“Yes.” Fred ducked his head and connected your lips the moment you confirmed his thoughts. Oh, how he had wished to do that the moment he realised he liked you. Your lips tasted like the overload amount of honey you poured into your tea. It was a short kiss, one you both kept smiling into it.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice it,” Fred laughed out.

You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together when you kissed him again while there rested a soft smile on your lips.

[evermoreweasley]

it was all yellow (fred weasley x reader)

(all images are from pinterest)

summary: fred and y/n are just friends. however, when the two of you go on a camping trip with your friend group you both are pushed to finally tell each other how you really feel.

fluff prompts:

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

song prompt:

yellow ~ coldplay

warnings: brief mention of battle of hogwarts, food, kissing, fluff!

a/n: this is for @theweasleysredhair​ 9k writing challenge!! I couldn’t help myself, this is also a friends to lovers, hope it’s okay that I included a trope :)

You double checked that you had packed everything in your backpack as a soft, familiar voice interrupted your organizing. 

“Are you excited, y/n?” His morning voice spoke out.

You looked up and saw one of your best friends, Fred Weasley, sleepily glancing at you as he made his way into the kitchen, his red hair sticking up in all directions. You had to admit it to yourself, he looked adorable.

“Tired, but excited.” You smiled as you made your way over to the coffee pot.

Today you were going to go on a camping trip with your best friends. This was a trip you all had been planning and looking forward to since the battle of Hogwarts. You all decided you needed to get away for a bit, relax, and unwind since the stressful and heart crushing events that had taken place two months prior.

Ginny was visiting Charlie in Romania, along with Bill, Fleur, Percy, and Molly and Arthur Weasley. So this trip was just you, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

“I don’t know why Hermione insisted on us waking up at 5 am,” Fred mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Are you at all surprised that she wanted to get an early start?” You responded as you poured him a cup of coffee. “Here, I know you need this.” You handed him the cup.

And as tired as Fred was, he still managed to smirk at you. “Thanks, darling.”

“Hey,” Hermione started, bolting down the stairs. “We got to get there to see the sunrise and the sunset.”

“But why?” Fred challenged as he sipped at his piping hot cup of coffee.

“Cause it’s beautiful of course, maybe you should be asking why not.”

You walked into the backyard of the Burrow as Hermione strutted right next to you. She was holding a spare piece of parchment as she read out loud the list of items for the trip.

“Sleeping bags?” She called out.

“Got em.”

“Tents?”

“Yes, ma’am.” George called back, sending an unexpected wink your way.

You furrowed your eyebrows in question at him and he simply nodded his head over at Fred, winking once more.

You turned and looked at Fred, who looked back at you, just as confused.

“George, what are you-” You started to ask.

“Wands?” Hermione interrupted.

“George, I swear to Merlin if you-” Fred started as he quickly approached him.

“Yup!” Everyone, except you and Fred, said quickly in unison.

“Who brought the food?” Ron asked as he shoved a peanut butter & jelly sandwich in his face.

Hermione giggled as she playfully pushed his shoulder. “Ronald, you’re eating all of it, save some please.”

“Fine,” He sighed as he wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

“Okay,” Hermione sighed, looking around at the group. “Is everyone ready to apparate?”

You all nodded, getting close to one another. Suddenly George lightly bumped Fred into you. “Oops.” George said cheekily as he eyed you both. Ron made eye contact with George and started to chuckle.

Fred lightly blushed as he opened his mouth to respond but Harry interrupted. “Everyone, get ready.”

You closed your eyes tight and felt a quick rush of air pass you. The smell of the sea hit your nose and you felt plush grass tickle at your ankles.

You opened your eyes and saw a bright, beautiful stream of orange and yellow as the sun rose high in the sky over the sea. Your mouth fell slightly open as you took in the beautiful sights of Wales. 

“See,” Hermione hummed. “Now aren’t we happy we came early?” She interjected. 

“We’re tired.” Fred and George said in unison.

“Oh, shush you two.” She responded and you giggled as you started to help her set up the tents.

You pulled away to admire your work.

“Wait a moment,” You started as you turned to look at Hermione. “We only have three tents here, where is the fourth one?”

George suddenly appeared on the other side of you. “Oh no,” He said in a sarcastic tone. “Ron, my dearest little brother, did you forget to pack the extra tent?”

Ron held in a chuckle as he responded. “Oops. I must’ve, George.” He then turned to you. “So sorry, y/n.”

“You two are so not sorry,” you hissed. 

“What are we going to do?” Hermione asked as she folded her arms across her chest. 

“It was going to be Fred and George, Ron and Hermione, Harry in one, and myself in another.” You spoke out, slightly annoyed.

“What a predicament,” George smirked. “Oh well, I guess it’ll just have to be Ron and Hermione, Harry and myself, and Fred and y/n in the tents.”

Fred suddenly appeared behind you as he nibbled at a peach. “What’s going on?” He asked suspiciously. 

“Freddie,” George cheered. “So glad you came by to hear about our new sleeping arrangements.” 

“New?” He questioned as a bit of juice from the fruit ran down his chin. You first looked there, then at his soft lips, then his chocolate brown eyes. You swallowed hard before looking away as you ignored the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“We’re sharing a tent.” You muttered quickly, before looking down at your feet.

Without even looking at him you could tell a fiery blush had set place on Fred’s supple cheeks. “George-” He started but was cut off by Hermione.

“You guys.” She huffed. “Let’s just eat some breakfast and carry on. Nothing we can do now.”

You blinked quickly, looking Fred up and down as you thought over something quite strange. Fred was not acting like himself. He was fidgety, quiet, and seemed nervous about something. He wasn’t his normal outgoing, goofy, high energy self. 

You shook your head and convinced yourself it was probably just cause he was tired. 

Later that night, you all sat around the campfire. Ron had eaten at least six s’mores and was currently sprawled out across Hermione’s lap as she gently ran her fingers through his red hair.

George suddenly stood up and gave out an over exaggerated yawn. “I’m so tired,” he started.

“It’s not even 10pm!” Fred challenged back.

“Bed!” George exclaimed.

“What?” Harry questioned, clearly confused at George.

George gave Harry a stern look and then Harry suddenly started following him to their tent.

“Us too,” Ron said as he stretched out. “Come on, Hermione.”

“What is going on?” Fred asked, very annoyed.

“Goodnight.” George said to you and Fred with a smirk and a wink as he turned to his tent.

“But-” you started.

“Goodnight.” He said again cheekily as he closed the tent behind him.

Fred looked over at you sheepishly. “Are you tired at all?”

You shrugged in response. “I could try, I guess.”

Fred quickly put out the campfire before he followed you into the tent, closing it behind him.

“This is...” you started, looking around the small tent. “Cozy.”

Fred chuckled in response. “I’m convinced that they gave us the smallest tent.”

The feeling of Fred’s body lightly touching yours as you kneeled in the tent was overwhelming. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

“I’m gonna go look at the stars for a bit, actually.” You lightly smiled as you made your way out of the tent.

You looked up at the night sky. Bright stars shined up above you and you smiled as you fell backwards into the soft, green grass. You were full from campfire s'mores and you were so content.

“Hey y/n,” Fred started as he walked over to you before sitting down. He laid on his back and placed his hands behind his head to prop himself up.

“Hey Fred,” you smiled. 

Silence filled the space around you for a moment, but it was a comfortable silence. You could hear the wind and the sea. Everything around you felt very still and calm but also every part of you felt electric. 

Your senses were heightened. But why?

Why were you nervous, you asked yourself. Fred is your best friend, you’re never nervous around him.

You broke the silence as you looked over into his chocolate brown eyes. “Are you also surprised that everyone else is already in their tents?”

“Not really, no,” he said sheepishly, looking up at the stars instead of over at you. 

“What do you know that I don’t?” You giggled as you cocked an eyebrow up at him.

���Isn’t it obvious, y/n?” He grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“What?” You asked as you looked him over, the moon illuminating over his face. 

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” He breathed out.

You giggled as you looked up at the night sky. “You’re joking.”

When you stopped laughing you looked over at Fred to see that he wasn’t laughing with you, just staring at you intently.

You didn’t know this but Fred thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever met, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw the sea, the way your laughter filled a room, the way your smile brightened up his day. The way you made him feel.

He was in love with you ever since your third year, when you helped him in potions class at Hogwarts.

Everyone knew it, everyone but you.

And you loved him too, ever since your fifth year when he skipped class with you to go to the black lake because you just couldn’t handle Snape’s class that day.

Everyone knew it, everyone but him.

“You’re-” you started, studying his face momentarily. “You’re not joking.”

“I’m not.” He scanned your lips, before falling back on your eyes.

Fred knew that now was his moment, right here, right now. Underneath the sparkling stars and moon shining down on your beautiful face. He smiled as he thought to himself, look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And all the things that you do.

The way Fred was looking at you made the feeling in the pit of your stomach intensify. The light breeze blew past you and a trail of goosebumps settled over your skin.

Fred’s chocolate brown eyes scanned your eyes for another moment before taking a deep breath.

“Y/n,” he started, before taking a long pause. “I think I’m in love with you.”

You watched as his chest lightly rose and then fell with his breaths. Your eyes trailed up his chest and then fell onto his eyes.

“Fred,” you whispered as your own chest rose and fell. Your heart beat underneath your shirt intensifying with happiness. “I love you.”

Fred’s face lit up as a smile took over his features. “You do?”

“I do.” You hummed.

Fred chuckled lightly in delight before he leaned forward. He looked into your eyes deeply before fluttering his eyes closed and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You fluttered your eyes closed and saw stars shooting behind your eyelids. Your kiss intensified as you tangled your arms and legs in his as you lightly rolled over in the plush, green grass. 

The feeling of Fred’s soft, supple lips on yours, his smooth, slender hands on your waist, and the smell of the sea drove you over the moon.

Fred’s tongue grazed your swollen lips and you opened your mouth in acceptance. 

A sudden movement behind you caused you to pull away, your arms rapidly falling to your side as you both bolted to sit up.

You looked up to see George emerging from his tent. “About time, you two,” He smirked. “Oi, Ron!” He called out.

Ron emerged from his tent. “Finally!” He exclaimed.

“If I wasn’t so bloody happy right now, I would chase both of you down.” Fred chimed in, a smirk clear in his tone as he eyed his brothers.

You giggled as you leaned into Fred. He held you close as you looked upwards and you could’ve sworn you saw a shooting star.

[theweasleysredhair]

did i ever think i’d be making a post announcing 9k?? no, no i did not. i am completely overwhelmed, and so so thankful to each and every one of you! thank you for all your support, lovely comments, feedback, messages, and overall just sticking by me and continuing to follow my lil blog!! ❤️

to celebrate, i’ve put together my very first writing challenge!!

rules - please read before entering!:

1. you don’t have to follow me but it would be nice 🥰❤️

2. please keep it to the hp fandom!! i don’t mind what character you want to write for, as long as they appear in the harry potter franchise at least once!

3. you can write character x reader, character x character, character x oc - whatever inspires you!

4. maximum of 2 prompts and 1 trope/song per person! (and 2 people per prompt/song) just bc i’m unsure of how many people would be willing to join in!

5. please send me an ask with the prompts/trope/song you’d like to use, and what pairing you’re including so i can add it onto here!

6. SMUT IS ALLOWED AS LONG AS YOU ARE 18+, WITH ALL WARNINGS ADDED AND PLEASE ENSURE IT IS TAGGED PROPERLY!

7. please refrain from romanticising any kind of abuse, no incest, no student x reader, no minor x 18+, and this is a personal one for me, but please do not romanticise cheating in your fics or i unfortunately i might not be able to read! 😩

8. have fun!! writing is all about having a bit of fun and releasing your creativity - and creativity doesn’t have a timeline so write whenever you want!! there’s absolutely no deadline!

9. MAKE SURE TO TAG ME IN YOUR FIC, AND I’M ALSO TRACKING #twrh9kwritingchallenge too! if i don’t reblog/respond to your fic, please send me the link!!

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

angst:

1. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

2. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

↳ remus lupin x reader, @riddikulus--remus

↳ draco malfoy x reader, @dracosathenaeum

3. “Don’t you walk out that door!”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @band--psycho (Don’t Go Back There)

4. “Do you really think I’m happy?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

5. “They didn’t deserve you.”

6. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-“ “That was rhetorical.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

7. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

8. “We can’t keep doing this!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

9. “Shit, is that blood?”

↳ sirius black x reader, @breadqueen95

10. “Just leave me alone.”

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

11. “Did you even really love me?”

12. “I can’t do this without you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

13. “Please.”

14. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

15. “What did you do?”

fluff:

1. “I think I’m in love with you.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. “Because I love you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

3. “I could kiss you right now!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

4. “I love you, but stop talking.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @weasleyclaw

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

5. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

6. “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

7. “Give me attention!”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

8. “Oh my god... you’re in love with him/her!”

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

9. “You should just marry me.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

10. “Are you hitting on me?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

11. “You’re really bad at flirting, you know that?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

12. “You’re my best guess at perfect.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @gcdric

13. “Is that my sweater?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

14. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

↳ fred weasley x reader, @bolaurel (Flirtations Misinterpreted)

15. “You remembered?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @love-peachh (Cameras and crushes)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

smut: (you must be 18+)

1. “You’re so needy.”

↳ charlie weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

2. “I know you can be louder than that.”

3. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

4. “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @riddikulus--remus

5. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

6. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

7. “You know what I wanna do right now?” “What?” “You.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff (Born winner)

8. “I’m going to ruin you.”

9. “I want to fuck you on every surface in here.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

10. “Behave.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @darthwheezely

tropes:

1. fake dating

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. sharing a bed

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff

3. friends to lovers

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

4. enemies to lovers

5. exes to lovers

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

6. fwb to lovers

7. mutual pining

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

8. unrequited love

9. hurt/comfort

10. secretly dating

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

↳ ron weasley x reader, @acciotwinz

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

11. roommates

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

12. in vino veritas

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

13. poorly timed confession

14. soulmate au

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

songs:

1. i want to hold your hand ~ the beatles

↳ george weasley x reader, @wand3ringr0s3

2. i don’t wanna miss a thing ~ aerosmith

3. should i stay or should i go? ~ the clash

↳ george weasley x reader, @riddikulus--remus (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)

4. all about you ~ mcfly

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

5. can’t take my eyes off you ~ frankie valli

6. i wasn’t expecting that ~ jamie lawson

7. someone you loved ~ lewis capaldi

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

8. born to die ~ lana del rey

↳ fred weasley x reader, @valwritesx

9. this town ~ niall horan

10. three empty words ~ shawn mendes

11. hopelessly devoted to you ~ olivia newton-john

12. baby can i hold you ~ tracy chapman

13. if these sheets were the states ~ all time low

14. she will be loved ~ maroon 5

15. december ~ neck deep

↳ fred weasley x reader, @slytherinsunrise

16. goodbye my lover ~ james blunt

17. thank u, next ~ ariana grande

18. gives you hell ~ all american rejects

19. kiss me ~ sixpence none the richer

20. when i was your man ~ bruno mars

21. your song ~ elton john

↳ george weasley x reader, @harrysweasleys

22. still into you ~ paramore

23. just the way you are ~ bruno mars

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

24. yellow ~ coldplay

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

25. somebody to you ~ the vamps

[marvelettesassemble]

When a bird sings (Sirius x F Reader)

Summary: Sirius goes into hiding and while he tries to find a place for him and Buckbeak to stay you took matters into your own hand – without knowing it.

Words: ~6k

Warnings: some swear words, an injury, a tiny bit of jealousy, some sexual remarks  

A/N: This if for @theweasleysredhair writing challenge. When I saw the prompts I knew immediately that they would belong to Sirius! And then I had like 4 different plots in my head but none of them were really convincing me, so @jenniweaslee and I talked and talked and she gave me the idea (and so much help) for this and I have to say I really like it.

Prompts: 6. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-“ “That was rhetorical.” / 14. “I don’t know how to fix this”

The wings of the magical creature moved in a slow pace and Sirius felt the need to close his eyes as the wind was hitting him. They needed to find shelter soon as he had to gather his thoughts and needed to make a plan. It was also very cold at night and the wind wasn’t helping. He would have liked to fly further and get more room between him and his death sentence.

He saw a forest not far away and managed to get the hippogriff to land there. His hands felt numb when he grabbed the string that was around the animal's neck and his body shook when they landed. Buckbeak bend his knees so his passenger could get off his back and after Sirius stood on his own feet again, he patted his neck in thanks and turned around to take a look if they were alone.

When he declared it safe, he led the hippogriff towards a group of trees and sat down next to it. He needed to make a plan soon, but the constant noise of his stomach was distracting him and obviously also the creature who nudged him with its beak. “Okay, okay. I’ll try if I can manage to get us something to eat. We’ll see how to go from there then,” he said to Buckbeak before he pulled the string about the nearest tree and transformed into his animal form. The animal didn’t seem to be bothered by it and so Sirius made his way into the direction of a house he had seen.

He had actually decided against going to that house and had managed to get a rabbit on his way. He would better be safe than risk exposing him and Buckbeak had to search for his own food then. When he came back to the place where he was sure he had left Buckbeak he couldn’t see the hippogriff. He saw footprints on the floor from the animal and a human.

He decided his food could wait as his only way of transportation wasn’t there anymore. He needed to get that animal back! It was easy to follow the footprints and he was surprised that they led him towards the house he had spotted before they had landed. It took him a while to get there, but what he saw then he couldn’t have imagined.  

The light of the day that just started to begin showed him aviaries over aviaries. He wasn’t quite sure what animals were in there but when he started to get closer to get a closer look he noticed that they were the home of birds. Birds who didn’t like dogs and started to make a lot of noise! He tried to get away, but you must have been close as you just walked around the corner and spotted him. He stood still and stared at you while you stared at him. The hippogriff he had been missing just followed you and walked further until he stood between the human and the dog.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” you asked and looked amused. The hippogriff made a few steps towards the massive dog and you were sure the two would leave then. But instead the bigger animal nudged the black dog and walked back towards you. You patted him and he pulled something from your pocket which disappeared soon. “Well I guess I can also take you in,” you sighed and pulled two stripes of meat from your pocket and threw one at each animal. While the hippogriff didn’t waste any time to swallow it the dog was more hesitant.

You sat down into the grass and ignored the birds crying around you. You threw another piece of meat – this time not as far as the other one and soon the dog was in front of you. “Is it okay if I touch you?” you asked and held your hand in front of you, so the dog could decide if he would come closer or not. “I don’t think you’re a wild animal, but I also don’t see a collar. I guess I can take you inside, but your friend has to stay outside.” You turned towards the hippogriff when you stood up. “I already showed you the stable.” You patted his hindquarters and walked towards your house. The dog didn’t seem to know if it should follow you or his friend. He chose the second option and you disappeared behind the wooden door.

The next time you left your house was to feed your birds and make sure they were all okay. After you did just that you walked to the stable to check on your two new arrivals. You couldn’t see the dog and the hippogriff looked sleepily at you. With a frown on your face you walked towards your door to see it wasn’t completely closed and that the dog you were searching for just chewed on some ham you had left on the counter.

“Oh no, you’re not supposed to eat this. This will hurt your stomach I think,” you said while quickly walking towards the dog, but he got always out of your reach until you stopped the little tag game “I guess I can’t change a thing now,” you said and when the dog realised you weren’t chasing it anymore, he got by your side and you patted his head.  

Since this occurrence the dog stayed at your side. At night he even snuck into your bed. In the beginning you were mad but you couldn’t complain about the extra heater. The only time he didn’t follow you were to the bathroom and when you checked in with your birds. They started making so much noise when he came to closely but after some time they got used to him waiting in front of the aviaries.

It was almost the start of the day when you woke up. A little piece of sunshine lit your place and when you started to open your eyes you had to stop yourself from screaming out loud. You tried to grab your wand as quickly as possible from your bedside table and when you grabbed it you kicked the person at the end of your bed. Instead of the black dog laid there a man. A very disturbing looking man. You kicked him again, harder this time. “Who are you and why are you in my bed?” you asked loudly. Actually you were surprised how calm you were.

“I don’t want to repeat myself, if you don’t answer me I’ll hex you,” you threatened the person who looked totally confused. He held a hand out in front of him and looked confused at his digits.

“Oh shit, you’re the dog, aren’t you?” you then asked horrified. Instead of answering the man just nodded. You jumped out of the bed so you could put some room between the two of you. “Who are you and why are you here?” you asked again.

The man coughed slightly a few times until he answered you. “I’m going to tell you the story, but you have to promise me that you’ll listen to the end. I don’t have a wand on me and I’ll stay on the other side of the house. You clearly have the upper hand here and I mean you no harm.” He raised his hands in surrender and you thought about it a few moments before you accepted.  

It wasn’t a short story and it took some time until Sirius came to the part where he ended up in your garden. “So, you spent 12 years in Azkaban even though you were innocent? What will you do now?”

“I haven’t really decided to be honest. I... would you mind if I stay here a few days? I can sleep in the stable with Buckbeak. But if you want to, I’ll be on my way this second. But I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention our little encounter.”

“Oh, don’t be daft. What about you can use my bathroom, take a shower and I’ll see if I can find some fresh clothes for you to wear. And in the meantime I’ll make us something to eat. I’ll think about what we’re going to do then.”

Sirius hadn’t imagined that you would let him stay a minute longer in your house but he accepted your offer gratefully. He decided to even expand your offer and took a bath instead. Just when he wanted to step out of his pants you knocked on the door. “I have some stuff here for you and some towels and a fresh washing cloth,” he heard your voice through the door and opened it. You couldn’t help yourself to stare at his naked chest which was covered in tattoos, but what stood out mostly were his rips. He was starved that much was clearly visible.

“Take as much time as you need,” you told him again before you left him and started preparing a breakfast. He did take his time and when he came out of the steamy room he couldn’t help a slight grin that stretched over his face. “Thanks for the clothes and ugh it’s nice to smell like a rose for a chance.”

You couldn’t help yourself and you had to let out a light lough before you told him he should finally take a seat at the table and dig in. “Well, you can help me feed the birds if you stay here,” you said after an awkward silence. When he didn’t respond right away you looked up into his eyes.

“You don’t want me to go?” he asked shocked. You told him that he could stay for a while until he figured something out. When he had finished his breakfast both of you walked towards the little shed that was behind your house to get the food for the birds. It did surprise you that you weren’t as nervous as you should have been with someone who was on the run.  

The both of you feed all the birds. They were a lot of them: Parots, toucans, cockatoos, hummingbirds, gold-necked cassowary's and many more. You were able to get the climate every species needed and charm the aviaries. But even with magic it did take a long time for you to finish tending to them all so you were grateful for some help.

A few days later you came back from a shopping trip to get some necessary things like food and some clothes for Sirius which would fit him better. You also brought him some soap so he wouldn’t have to smell like roses all the time, although he said he liked it. You were also able to get a tooth repairing kit, but weren’t quite sure how to deliver it without offending Sirius. But for that you had to find him first. You checked the stable with the hippogriff first, but the animal was alone. After some time you heard the voice of the person you were searching for.

“Sirius is the best,” you could hear clearly when you stood in front of a cage. “Sirius is the best, say it. I heard you were smart. Say it: Sirius is the best.” You had to chuckle. Did Sirius try to teach the parrots to speak? And of course, this was what he wanted them to say.

“Doesn’t seem like they agree with you,” you finally said to make him realise he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Just give them some time to get to know me and in no time they will chant it from everywhere.” He turned around you and walked towards you while he repeated “Sirius is the best!” over and over again.  

“I brough you some things and I did get a grab on the Daily Prophet. It wasn’t easy and it’s a little dirty and from yesterday, but I thought you’d like to read it,” you said when the both of you were walking towards your little house. “I haven’t been able to take a look at it, but feel free to do so while I unpack the bags.”

“Thank you, darling,” he said and walked towards the kitchen table where the newspaper was before he took a seat. You didn’t comment on the nickname as you pulled out item after item. “Ugh, I have actually bought you something,” you said when you reached the repairing cream.

He took a look at it. “I must be a sight for sore eyes, if you would have just seen me in my youth.”

“I brought it because I noticed you were in pain while eating. You’ve been imprisoned for twelve years, of course that leaves its marks. But that’s what I’m here for, I care about you. And speaking of which I kind of feel bad for making you sleep in the stable, so I bought a spare bed. We could place it in front of the fire if you want.”

“Well, I try this,” Sirius said quickly and grabbed the crème from the table and walked towards the bathroom where he closed the door behind him. While you stood there and asked yourself what you did wrong and if you’ve overstepped anything he asked himself how he could get so lucky. When was the last time that someone had cared about him as you have? His eyes got glossy and he blinked a few times to make the tears go away.

Suddenly you noticed a white owl sitting on your open window. “Huh, post?” you asked while you walked towards the bird and tried to get the letter, but the owl picked at your hands and spread its wings while it hobbled more to the right. “How am I supposed to read it, if you don’t give it to me?” you asked and tried to get the letter a second time. But the owl seemed to get more aggressive until you thought of something. “Is it for Sirius?” you asked and the owl seemed to understand the name and let out a quiet hoot.

“Okay, I won’t try to get it from you anymore. However, Sirius is in the bathroom right now. You can have some water and some crumbs if you’d like.” You pointed at a perch that was next to your door. It seemed like the owl was contemplating and just made her way over there when you stepped away. It was still eying you while taking a sip of water.  

You knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?” you finally asked.

“I..,” you heard him coughing slightly, “I need a wand to make it work.” He opened the door.

You hadn’t thought about this. “Oh, do you want to take mine or should I do it for you?” It was a big step for you to hand over your wand and you weren’t sure if it was a wise decision, but Sirius looked actually embarrassed and asked if he could use yours, so you gave it to him and waited again. When he left the bathroom and smiled at you, you noticed that he didn’t only repair his teeth he also gave his hair a trim. He looked actually a lot better so you couldn’t help yourself but to smile brightly at him.

“There’s an owl for you. I’m afraid she isn’t a fan of mine tough.” You pointed towards the perch with your head.

“A bird who doesn’t like you?” he asked confused, but made his way over to the owl which gave him the letter without hesitation. “It’s from my godson,” he said before he opened the letter greedily and read the written words.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” you said and squeezed his skinny shoulders when you walked past him and let him read the letter in silence. You walked towards the stable where Buckbeak greeted you and pushed his head against your shoulder until you patted him. You stayed for a while until you saw a white bird flying past the stable and walked back towards your house.  

To your surprise Sirius was chopping some vegetables. When he noticed your confused glace, he explained that he was preparing dinner. You decided to help him and together you prepared a meal.  

When he started chopping onions he let out a laugh and you asked him what caused him to laugh. “When I went to Hogwarts someone mispronounced my name and called me Sirius Onion Black and my friends found it so funny. When I came to my bedroom that night an onion laid on my pillow. When I opened my drawer the next day: onions. When I searched for a quill: onions in my bag. They even went as far and asked McGonagall if we could use onions for our transfiguration class. And when I bought a bag of chocolate at Honeydukes the little shits turned it into a bag of onions.”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun.” You shoved the chopped pieces of bell pepper in the bowl and grabbed the next one.  

“We really had,” he said sentimentally.

“Well maybe you could write your friend. What was his name? Remus? And in the meantime, you can tell me about the stuff you did, I bet you got into a lot of trouble.” That did the trick and your evening was filled with lots of laughter and after dinner you sat together in front of the fire and talked for a long time.

The two of you grew closer and closer. Both of you got comfortable around each other and you got into your own rhythm. Sirius helped you with the birds and you couldn’t help but to notice that his favourites were the parrots. He still tried to teach them sentences, so when you couldn’t find him on a sunny afternoon you thought you’d find him there.  

You actually found him with a Resplendent Quetzal in his hand before you realised what he did. He threw the bird in the air and he took a few swings before he got higher and higher until you couldn’t see him anymore.

You felt a rage building inside of you. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you exploded.

He turned around and started talking. “Well-“  

“That was rhetorical, you idiot. You can’t walk around and free my birds. I took you in, you can live at my house. If someone catches you, I’ll be in so much trouble. And you thank me by setting my birds free?” Your voice broke as you were so angry.

“Look, darling,” he started and took a step towards you, but you took one step back. “Don’t darling me,” you growled.

“I didn’t set it free. It delivers a letter for me,” he said calmly. “I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done for me.”

“And so you sent a bird who isn’t an owl into the world to deliver it? It isn’t trained, he’ll get lost and you risk everything by it.”

“He is the perfect trap, if someone catches him. They think I’m far away. And I put a spell on him, he knows what to do and how to find Harry and his way home.”

“I can’t believe you. You could have asked me. In case you didn’t know I’m pretty mad at you and I don’t really want to talk to you right now,” you said and turned around. “Stupid guy has to be extravagant. Doesn’t think about the risks,” you mumbled on your way to the house.

He gave you your space and actually just came into the house when it was dark outside. “Is it okay, if I come in?” He asked and didn’t move past the entrance. You knew that if you would tell him that you didn’t want him in the house he would stay with the hippogriff. But you didn’t want to make him sleep on anything else as a bed.

“Yeah, I just wanted to go to bed.” You had already changed into your pyjamas. You slipped under the cover and rolled onto your side. Sirius came towards your bed and sat down by your feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would upset you like that,” he said.

“You could have talked to me. I could have told you that there had been better options. Sirius, why did you just go with it and didn’t even talk to me. I kind of thought we were a team now,” you admitted.

If Sirius had felt bad before, it was nothing to what he felt now. He saw how upset you were. “I’m sorry, I guess I was on my own for so long that I forgot that I have to check up with you. But can you imagine the look on Harry's face when he sees the bird? I feel bad that I can’t be with him, so making him smile makes up for something, right?”

“Why can’t I stay mad at you for long?” you groaned.

“So, you aren’t mad anymore?” On his face was a shit eating grin.

“Only a little bit,” you admitted.

“I can live with that,” he said and stood up, bent forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well.” As if you could sleep after that!

The next day you were woken by clattering sounds from the kitchen. That would have been the downside when you only have one big room and a roommate. As soon as Sirius saw that you were moving and started to wake up he yelled a “Good morning sunshine,” in your direction. You groaned and pulled the blanket over your face. You had been awake for a while last night. “I made you pancakes,” you heard his voice through the thick material. You peeped over the blanket just to get scared by Sirius smile as he was currently standing in front of your bed. Must have overheard the footsteps. “There’s an owl with a letter for you.”

“Did I oversleep?” you asked and finally pulled the blanket away.

“No, I couldn’t really sleep. Breakfast will be ready when you are,” he smiled one last time at you before he walked back towards the kitchen island.

When you sat down at the table you opened the letter. “Is it okay if I’ll leave you alone tonight?” you asked when you finished reading it. You thought there had been a slight frown on his face, but it was soon replaced by a neutral expression.

“No, of course not. I don’t want to keep you from...” he said and hoped you’d finish that sentence.

“Some friends asked me if I want to meet them tonight. I haven’t seen them for a while and I’d really like to meet them. But if you don’t want to be alone I’ll stay. I could see them another time.”

“No, that would be a dick move of me to keep you here. Also I have you every other night, so go out and have some fun,” he winked at you but somehow it didn’t sit right with you. Maybe it was because Sirius couldn’t go out? But if he didn’t tell you what was bothering him you couldn’t do anything about it.

Hours later you walked towards your dresser to pick something out that wasn’t anything you could wear while cleaning and caring for birds. Sirius sat at the couch when you came out of the bedroom. “You look nice,” he complimented you.

“Thank you. Do you need something? I could grab anything for you before I meet them?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you, darling,” his grey eyes met yours and you were tempted to say that you’d stay here.  

“I’ll see you later then.” Before you could think about it you bent forward and kissed his stubbled cheek before you disapparated.

Sirius didn’t know what to do. He went to the hippogriff and took him for a short ride. But he didn’t want to stay away for too long in case you would come home. He wished he could take you out and treat you to how you deserved. He thought you didn’t even realise what you did for him. And he was a right tool for how he had broken your trust the day before. And so he found himself waiting on the couch where he had said goodbye to you, with a book in his hand. But he didn’t have a clue what this book was about as he could only think about you and his glance always wandered towards the clock.

Suddenly he heard something from outside and he stood up to greet you at the door and ask you about you night when he heard a second voice. Intruders? Or did you rat him out? He could make out your voice, but not what you were saying. Did you bring someone with you?

“No, thank you. Thats okay, I can make the rest by myself. My new dog isn’t so fond of strangers,” he could make out your voice more clearly now. He decided to trust you and got back into his animagus form.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll bring you inside, get you a little ice for your ankle and then I’ll leave you alone. I don’t care if its untidy or anything, I won’t even look. But I don’t want you to fall and injure yourself further, okay. I’ll be gone just after I dropped you off.” Sirius could make out a male voice. And did that voice say you got injured? The door opened and he could make you out and a guy who had your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist.

Sirius was at your side in an instant while the stranger and you hobbled towards the bed. When you sat down Sirius pressed his snout against your leg. “I’m okay, Si....Padfoot,” you said while you patted his head and scratched behind his ear as you knew the spot he liked as a dog.

“Oh, you really have a dog,” the guy said and wanted to pet Sirius but the black dog only snarled at him.

“Sorry, he’s not good with strangers. Told you,” you said apologetic. The guy raised his hands in surrender and told you he would only get some ice for your ankle and take a look before he would be out of your way. While he walked over to the kitchen you took off your shoe and sock. Your foot was already starting to swell.

“Don’t worry, there were some guys fighting in the bar and while I tried to step away, I tripped and twisted my ankle. Nothing happened. I’ll be as good as new tomorrow,” you told Sirius who had put his head back on your legs.  

“Here, put this on and let it on for a while,” the stranger told you while he gave you some ice in a towel. He clearly thought the interaction between you and the dog was strange but he didn’t comment on it. “Do you expect a visitor?” he asked while he looked at the spare bed which was folded and stood near your mantel.

You flinched and Sirius wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold touching the swollen skin or because of the question that had been asked. “I thought you didn’t want to look. But no, a friend stayed for a few nights, some boy trouble. And I just didn’t put it away,” you lied quickly.

“Would you mind letting me borrow it? My nephew will come over tomorrow and this looks way more comfortable than the air bed I have.” There was no way to get out of this now. What should you say? My dog sleeps on it?

“No, feel free to take it with you,” you said.

“Thank you so much. Are you okay or can I do anything else for you? I could come back tomorrow to check in on you?” he offered.

“No, I’m good. Thank you for bringing me home though. I’ll let you know if I’ll need your help, okay?” You smiled at the stranger and he waved at you before he and Sirius bed disappeared.  

Sirius wanted to turn back into his human form but you told him to wait and continued patting him. When you were sure that your friend wouldn’t come back you told him he could change.

“Who was that? And what happened?” he asked as soon as he could talk again.

“This was one of the friends I’ve been meeting. I’ve known him for ages and when I tripped he offered to bring me home and wouldn’t let me go alone. It was actually pretty nice of him.”

“Yeah, nice,” Sirius mumbled.

“I couldn’t really tell him that you’d be waiting for me. So yeah, it was nice of him. It has been also a nice evening until the two guys decided to get rowdy. I forget how nice it is sometimes to see people instead of birds. Oh, that was rude of me,” you grabbed his hand.

“Just because I can’t see all of this, doesn’t mean that you should isolate yourself. And now let me take a look at your ankle.” He gracefully took your foot in his hand. “I could use a healing spell if you’d like. It would still be a little bruised, but you shouldn’t feel anything tomorrow. I'm pretty good at them.” Without a word you held out your wand towards him.

“I’m sorry for giving your bed away,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know how to get out of that one.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll sleep in the stable,” he patted your leg gently when he was done fixing you.

“You can have half of the bed, if you like. It’s big enough for both of us,” you mumbled even quieter and Sirius wasn’t sure if he should give in the temptation of accepting your offer. But he finally did and grabbed your pyjamas and gave them to you while he went to the bathroom and changed there.

When he came back you were already under the covers so he walked to the other side and slipped under them. He could see the moon from this position and a frown fell on his face.

“What’s the matter?” you asked him when you noticed how he was looking.

“It’s a full moon,” he said with his dark voice.

“Oh, are you one of these people who can’t sleep then?” you turned towards him and propped your head on your arm.

“No, it’s not that. But remember when I told you about Remus? I always worry about him. Wondering if he hurts himself or someone else. I think that would him hurt more.”

You made a sound and grabbed his arm intuitively. The moonlight that fell on his face showed his surprised expression. You started to apologise and wanted to retreat your hand but he put his big hand on yours. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just... it’s been so long since someone touched me,” he said quietly and you noticed a hint of longing in it.

“Do you maybe want a hug?” you offered and Sirius nodded. Before you could make a move he had turned around and were suddenly in front of you. His chin rested on your head while his arm snuck around you and pulled you against him. “Wow, that was fast,” you chuckled.

“I can also go slow,” he said with a smirk and you were too stunned to come up with a quick reply. “This actually feels nice,” he said after a while.

“It does,” you agreed before a yawn escaped your mouth. You felt Sirius fingers drawing patterns on your back and after a while you fell asleep in his arm.

Sirius was awake before you again. You walked towards the bathroom and noticed that your foot wasn’t causing you trouble. When you came back you prepared tea and took both mugs outside where Sirius was already busy with bird food. “Did you sleep well?” you asked when you reached him and held out a mug for him to take.

When he looked at you and smiled it was as if the breath was knocked out of you. “I did. What about you? How’s your ankle?” He took a sip of the mug.

“All good,” you stammered. You weren’t really sure what was happening, but seeing Sirius so... domestic and smiling at you like that did things to you.  

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as if he could read your thoughts. You nodded and he let out a light lough. “Is it okay, if I kiss you?” he asked. And if you thought you didn’t have any air in your lungs before it was nothing to what you were feeling right now. Your eyes opened in surprise, although you didn’t know why you were surprised. Isn’t this what you had hoped for?

“Yes,” you said and nodded your head. Sirius bent forward and his lips touched yours. He tasted like the tea he had just taken a sip of and his hand found its way towards your neck. You stayed for a moment like that both of you content with the position you were in. When you opened your eyes you noticed that a bird was heading towards you.  

Sirius turned around to see what has caused your shocked expression when he saw the bird he had bewitched himself with a letter on his leg. The bird landed gracefully on the wheel barrow that still stood next to you.

“I can’t believe he came back!” you said overjoyed, while Sirius was just happy that you were happy. He did have a little bit of doubt that your precious bird came back. You gave Sirius another quick kiss before you picked up your bird and gave the letter to the man next to you before you brought the bird back to his fellow species.

Sirius didn’t know he could have been this happy again. He was glad he had found you and your secluded house. He was actually making progress with the parrots and teaching them a few words. He still sent Harry beautiful birds with letters, but this time he did it with your consent. You also told him which birds would be best for this task.

Until one time a bird came back with a letter from Harry that disturbed him. You knew that something was up when you looked at Sirius face. “What is it, love? Can I help?” you asked him.

“I don’t know how to fix this!” he said.

“You don’t know how to fix what?” you asked calmly.

Sirius looked up with regret. “I need to go to Harry! I need to keep him save! I have to do it for James. He’s in danger and I don’t think...” Sirius was visible distressed.

“You couldn’t forgive yourself if you stayed here,” you concluded. “Just promise me we talk about it before you leave this minute. Just to make sure we think about everything, okay?”

He nodded and you took his hand to take him with you into your house.

Sirius left that night with Buckbeak. He left with a heavy heart, but he promised you it would have been only a short goodbye. He would come back to you and then he would bring Harry with him so you could meet him. You kissed him until you thought your lips would fall off.

“I have to go now, darling,” he said and pecked your lips again. “I promise to write to you, when I find shelter.”

“I’ll wait for you,” you promised instead and let go of his hand when he mounted the hippogriff.

“Don’t take in strange dogs. And if you really have to, don’t let them sleep in your bed,” he called to you before Buckbeak took off which caused you to laugh. In the background you could hear something and when you walked back you could hear the parrots. “Sirius is the best,” they croaked. You wiped the tears from your face. You would see him again; you were sure of it!

[moss-on-a-rock-555]

Remus Lupin x Gender Neutral Reader

Request?: Nope, for @theweasleysredhair 9k writing thing

Summary: You are secretly dating Remus and your friends are trying to set you up thinking you are oblivious to the others feelings

Prompts/tropes: 5. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” 8. “Oh my god... you’re in love with him/her!” 10. secretly dating

A/n: This took forever lol and it's unedited so expect errors

Remus watched as you laughed with the twins. He thought you were so adorable when you laughed. He didn't realize how long he had been staring until Sirius elbowed him in the ribs. Remus looked over at his friend who was smirking at him.

"When are you going to ask them out?" Sirius asked

What he didn't know was Remus had asked you out months ago. You both decided to keep your relationship a secret. It was only going to be secret until you got comfortable with dating each other, but you were long past the getting comfortable stage. Now you were just enjoying the thrill of sneaking around.

"I'm not going to. I only see them as a friend." He replied

"Bullshit."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh my god, Moony. You're in love with them! It's obvious!"

You looked over at the two men when you heard Sirius' loud exclamation. You smiled at Remus before turning back to your conversation.

"Not so loud."

"It's the truth. You won't stop staring."

"They're cute. That's all."

"See. You love them."

"I find them attractive. That doesn't mean anything."

"Just ask them out. I'll lose ten galleons if you don't by tomorrow."

Remus tilted his head in confusion.

"Did you make a bet on my love life?"

"I'm not the only one who can see how you feel about them."

"There isn't anything to see."

"Tell that to Molly, Arthur, Tonks, Harry, the twins, and everyone else."

"Is the entire order in on this?"

"More or less."

Sirius saw that you had finished your conversation and decided to push his friend to make a move.

"Y/n, Moony needs to talk to ya!" He yelled over to you

You started walking towards the two men.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked him

"Helping."

You grinned at Remus as you came to stand in front of him.

"You wanted to talk to me?" You asked

"Yes. Could we go somewhere private? Like my room perhaps?" Remus replied

"Sure."

Sirius winked at Remus as you both left to go to his room. Once you got to the privacy of his room you held his hand.

"So did you actually want to talk to me or is Sirius being an arse?" You asked

"He's being an arse."

"Of course he is. I heard him yell something about you being in love with me while I was talking to the twins."

"He's noticed how I feel about you."

"You were staring at me for quite some time."

Remus blushed slightly.

"You were laughing. It was cute."

"The twins were telling me something stupid."

"What was it?"

"Well, apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

"Sirius mentioned that."

"Everyone bet ten galleons on when you will ask me out. Tonks and Hermione both think I will ask you out first. Fred thinks you will in another week, George says month, Sirius said by tomorrow. I'm not sure about any one else but Molly is spot on."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Molly says we're already together and just aren't sharing our love life."

"She's smart. Should we tell them?"

"Let's just let them figure it out. No more denying our feelings, but we don't need to outright say it."

"Okay, love. I do enjoy sneaking around though."

"Me too."

You placed a soft kiss on his lips. He held you close for a moment before pulling back.

"I really do love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Rem. Let's head back downstairs. I'm sure Sirius won't shut up about us anytime soon if we take any longer."

"He never shuts up. "

You giggled before pulling Remus out of the room. When you went back downstairs Sirius immediately came over.

"Are you two finally together now?" He asked

"Was he supposed to ask me?" You asked trying to play dumb

Sirius gave Remus an exasperated look.

"Seriously? You were upstairs alone with them and didn't ask?"

"I never said I was going to."

"I'll ask them then. Y/n, how about a date sometime?"

You smiled.

"Sorry, Sirius, but I already have a boyfriend." You told him

He stared at you in shock.

"Since when?"

"Since about six months ago."

"Who is he?"

You glanced at Remus, who wrapped his arm around your waist. You kissed his cheek.

"I'm the boyfriend." He answered for you

"No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way." You responded

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We wanted to get comfortable together first. Then we just liked sneaking around."

"I can't believe I owe Molly ten galleons because of you two."

"Sorry, Sirius."

"Don't get me wrong, I am happy for you, but I wish I won the bet."

"Next time don't bet on our love life." Remus said

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. I'll leave you two alone. I need to tell everyone they lost."

Sirius left the room to tell everyone. Remus pulled you close to him by your waist.

"I suppose we aren't secret anymore."

"I guess not, but at least everyone knows how much I love you now. And I do love you very much." You replied

Remus kissed your head.

"I love you more, darling."

[breadqueen95]

THIS WAS BEYOND PRECIOUS catch me in my room literally saying the lines pretending I’m there oops 😶

Tempers and Temptation

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: Ron lets his feelings get the better of him when he finds you spending some time with his brother, and when his temper boils over, it leads to a long overdue confession.

— “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

— “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: arguing, jealousy, insecurities, angst, mild swearing, fluff, requited love, kissing

A/N: This is my fic for @theweasleysredhair 9k writing challenge! The prompts I’ve chosen are listed above, and they will be bolded and italicized in the fic! (Also, Fred is alive in this one!) Congratulations again my darling Chloe, you deserve all the love and more!

(not my gif, credits to the maker)

It was the beginning of the summer season, just a week and a half before Charlie’s wedding. The Weasley’s had all flocked back to their beloved family home for the once in a lifetime occasion for their brother, the new and improved Burrow now bustling with jovial energy. Harry had come with Ginny, Ron had picked you up on his way, Bill and Fleur were there first with Percy, and Hermione would soon join the family in the next couple of days to come. The decision to host the wedding there was one that was made hesitantly with the way Bill and Fleur’s had ended so tragically. But, the tight-knit family had decided the past was going to be put behind them and they refused to let it tarnish another special day. Their home was remodeled and desperately ready for new and brighter memories.

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[theweasleysredhair]

And as tired as Fred was, he still managed to smirk at you. “Thanks, darling.”

i’m imagining fred’s morning voice and i am not o k a y, also yes he absolutely would look adorable in the morning, 10/10

“What a predicament,” George smirked. “Oh well, I guess it’ll just have to be Ron and Hermione, Harry and myself, and Fred and y/n in the tents.”

george you cheeky bastard i adore you

Fred chuckled lightly in delight before he leaned forward. He looked into your eyes deeply before fluttering his eyes closed and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

AHHHHHH omg i love this, what i would give to kiss fred weasley 😩

this was absolutely amazing, i’m so so in love with everything about it. sign me up for camping with the twins, especially if it involves sharing a tent with fred, staring at the stars and then having him kiss you 😭💗💗

it was all yellow (fred weasley x reader)

(all images are from pinterest)

summary: fred and y/n are just friends. however, when the two of you go on a camping trip with your friend group you both are pushed to finally tell each other how you really feel.

fluff prompts:

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

song prompt:

yellow ~ coldplay

warnings: brief mention of battle of hogwarts, food, kissing, fluff!

a/n: this is for @theweasleysredhair​ 9k writing challenge!! I couldn’t help myself, this is also a friends to lovers, hope it’s okay that I included a trope :)

You double checked that you had packed everything in your backpack as a soft, familiar voice interrupted your organizing. 

“Are you excited, y/n?” His morning voice spoke out.

You looked up and saw one of your best friends, Fred Weasley, sleepily glancing at you as he made his way into the kitchen, his red hair sticking up in all directions. You had to admit it to yourself, he looked adorable.

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to celebrate, i’ve put together my very first writing challenge!!

rules - please read before entering!:

1. you don’t have to follow me but it would be nice 🥰❤️

2. please keep it to the hp fandom!! i don’t mind what character you want to write for, as long as they appear in the harry potter franchise at least once!

3. you can write character x reader, character x character, character x oc - whatever inspires you!

4. maximum of 2 prompts and 1 trope/song per person! (and 2 people per prompt/song) just bc i’m unsure of how many people would be willing to join in!

5. please send me an ask with the prompts/trope/song you’d like to use, and what pairing you’re including so i can add it onto here!

6. SMUT IS ALLOWED AS LONG AS YOU ARE 18+, WITH ALL WARNINGS ADDED AND PLEASE ENSURE IT IS TAGGED PROPERLY!

7. please refrain from romanticising any kind of abuse, no incest, no student x reader, no minor x 18+, and this is a personal one for me, but please do not romanticise cheating in your fics or i unfortunately i might not be able to read! 😩

8. have fun!! writing is all about having a bit of fun and releasing your creativity - and creativity doesn’t have a timeline so write whenever you want!! there’s absolutely no deadline!

9. MAKE SURE TO TAG ME IN YOUR FIC, AND I’M ALSO TRACKING #twrh9kwritingchallenge too! if i don’t reblog/respond to your fic, please send me the link!!

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

angst:

1. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

2. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

↳ remus lupin x reader, @riddikulus--remus

↳ draco malfoy x reader, @dracosathenaeum

3. “Don’t you walk out that door!”

4. “Do you really think I’m happy?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

5. “They didn’t deserve you.”

6. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-“ “That was rhetorical.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

7. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel

8. “We can’t keep doing this!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

9. “Shit, is that blood?”

10. “Just leave me alone.”

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

11. “Did you even really love me?”

12. “I can’t do this without you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

13. “Please.”

14. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

15. “What did you do?”

fluff:

1. “I think I’m in love with you.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. “Because I love you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

3. “I could kiss you right now!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

4. “I love you, but stop talking.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @weasleyclaw

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

5. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

6. “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

7. “Give me attention!”

8. “Oh my god... you’re in love with him/her!”

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

9. “You should just marry me.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

10. “Are you hitting on me?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

11. “You’re really bad at flirting, you know that?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

12. “You’re my best guess at perfect.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @gcdric

13. “Is that my sweater?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

14. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

15. “You remembered?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @love-peachh

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

smut: (you must be 18+)

1. “You’re so needy.”

2. “I know you can be louder than that.”

3. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

4. “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @riddikulus--remus

5. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

6. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

7. “You know what I wanna do right now?” “What?” “You.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff

8. “I’m going to ruin you.”

9. “I want to fuck you on every surface in here.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

10. “Behave.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @darthwheezely

tropes:

1. fake dating

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. sharing a bed

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff

3. friends to lovers

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

4. enemies to lovers

5. exes to lovers

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

6. fwb to lovers

7. mutual pining

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

8. unrequited love

9. hurt/comfort

10. secretly dating

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

↳ ron weasley x reader, @acciotwinz

11. roommates

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

12. in vino veritas

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

13. poorly timed confession

14. soulmate au

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

songs:

1. i want to hold your hand ~ the beatles

↳ george weasley x reader, @wand3ringr0s3

2. i don’t wanna miss a thing ~ aerosmith

3. should i stay or should i go? ~ the clash

↳ george weasley x reader, @riddikulus--remus

4. all about you ~ mcfly

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

5. can’t take my eyes off you ~ frankie valli

6. i wasn’t expecting that ~ jamie lawson

7. someone you loved ~ lewis capaldi

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

8. born to die ~ lana del rey

↳ fred weasley x reader, @valwritesx

9. this town ~ niall horan

10. three empty words ~ shawn mendes

11. hopelessly devoted to you ~ olivia newton-john

12. baby can i hold you ~ tracy chapman

13. if these sheets were the states ~ all time low

14. she will be loved ~ maroon 5

15. december ~ neck deep

↳ fred weasley x reader, @slytherinsunrise

16. goodbye my lover ~ james blunt

17. thank u, next ~ ariana grande

18. gives you hell ~ all american rejects

19. kiss me ~ sixpence none the richer

20. when i was your man ~ bruno mars

21. your song ~ elton john

↳ george weasley x reader, @harrysweasleys

22. still into you ~ paramore

23. just the way you are ~ bruno mars

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

24. yellow ~ coldplay

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley

25. somebody to you ~ the vamps