#Fred Weasley story

[screamingoverfiction]

Sleeping In

Fred Weasley x f!-reader. No house mentioned. 18+ smut ahead minors DNI!!

Also, I'm sorry for disappearing, I was stressed, and writer's block took its toll! Hopefully, I'll be able to do a request I have sitting in my drafts.

Word Count: 2.24k

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"Oi, George, where's your sodding twin?" Y/n shouted, throwing her hands in the air as she entered the Gryffindor common room.

"Er, I think he's still in the dorm," George replied, nodding toward the stairs. The younger twin was sitting on the couch, playing cards with a few other students, his girlfriend Angelina resting her head on his shoulder.

Y/n huffed annoyedly, mumbling incoherently as she ascended the stairs, her nostrils flaring.

She reached the twins' dorm in no time, turning the knob and stepping inside, flicking the light switch.

"Ah, fuck me," A voice cried out, which Y/n immediately recognized as Fred's.

"Rise and shine fuckface," Y/n spoke, grabbing a random jumper off the floor and chucking it at Fred, who was busy rubbing away the sleep from his eyes.

The cloth hit him directly in the face, making him reel back.

"Ow," Fred mumbled, yawning again and blinking a few times.

"You were supposed to meet me in the library an hour ago," Y/n said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her hip.

"Shit. Did I sleep that long?" Fred said, his eyes widening. He looked at his nightstand, and the small clock read 11:23 am.

"Fuck," He mumbled, running a hand through his hair and glimpsing at Y/n, flashing her an embarrassed smile.

Y/n just rolled her eyes with a sigh, running her tongue along her cheek. She walked over to the curtains, pulling them open and letting the light shine in.

Fred cringed from the brightness, sitting up with his back against the frame, admiring her from behind, sucking in a sharp breath.

Y/n turned around, her eyes widening slightly as she saw him.

He was shirtless, his muscles on full display, wearing only his plaid pajama pants beneath the covers. His red hair was messily falling over his forehead, and his eyes were still drowsy with sleep.

She quickly looked away, her eyes focusing on everything but him, the curtains, his dresser, the wall.

After all, they were only friends.

"Get dressed and meet me in the library," Y/n said, starting to walk to the door.

As she walked by, his hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her down on top of him.

A light gasp escaped her lips when his hands found themselves tightly grasping her hips, steadying her on his lap.

"I didn't mean to oversleep," He spoke softly, his eyes a pool of warm brown as they stared at her.

Y/n couldn't say a word, her mouth was open, but no sound came out, and her heart was beating a million miles an hour. She feared he could hear the rapidness.

"I did actually get up, brushed my teeth and everything, but then I took a...'five-minute nap.'"

"I looked like an idiot waiting for you," Y/n whispered. Her breath was shaky, full of nerves. She just now noticed her hand placement, both on either side of his neck by his collarbones, but he didn't seem to mind. Her legs straddled his waist, and the only thing separating them was the thin covers.

Fred let out a dry, breathy laugh. His eyes flickered to her lips before he lifted his gaze to hers.

Slowly, his hand raised to cup her face, his thumb gently tracing her cheek, making her inhale sharply.

His pupils were blown with what seemed to be lust and desire, and his eyes bore into hers, hesitant yet yearning.

Y/n's core burned with intense heat, her mind told her to back away, to save their friendship while she could, but her body's urge was far more powerful.

"Allow me to apologize," He said quietly, swallowing thickly as he gradually leaned forward, his hand still gently holding her face.

Y/n closed her eyes as his lips brushed against hers. With her lips trembling softly, she closed the gap.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. It was timid, slow, sensual, the calm before a raging storm.

Fred sighed against her lips, bringing his hand to the back of her head and drawing her closer, deepening their kiss.

Y/n leaned into him, her nails digging into his skin as she gripped his strong shoulder. Her other hand traveled to his jaw, holding it tightly.

A soft whimper-like gasp left her lips as Fred's free hand snaked under her shirt, his warm fingers brushing against the cool skin of her waist.

Like a bolt of lightning, desire shot through his spine from the noise. His tongue clashed with hers, and soft moans escaped their lips as the kiss dragged on.

"Fuck," Fred groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip off her clothes and ravage her completely. Hear her cry out his name as he fucked her into the mattress.

"Freddie," Y/n breathed, both of her hands now laced in his hair, lightly tugging it.

"Y/n, fuck. Can I?" Fred said, his fingers toying with the bottom of her black shirt.

She didn't hesitate to nod her head, a chorus of yeses quickly escaping her lips.

Fred lifted the fabric up and over her head, briefly disconnecting their lips.

Y/n didn't give herself time to feel ashamed, instead opting to connect their lips before he could scan her body.

Fred's fingers danced over her hips and around to her back, sliding upwards toward her bra clip.

If he died from kissing her lips, he'd die happy. There was no other taste in the world that could ever amount to her. She was the finest meal of them all.

"Can-"

"Yes, please," Her words came out in a whispering whine, a plead. She knew there was no going back to how things were, but hell, she didn't want that anymore.

Fred smiled, softly biting her bottom lip, kissing her passionately as he swiftly unclipped her bra.

He tossed it off the bed, pulling away from her lips and casting his eyes down.

If possible, his pupils expanded even more. He was so full of desire and passion that he felt he might explode.

Her body was perfect, exquisitely, and seemingly made purely for him.

Y/n could feel the shame rising on her cheeks. She felt the world slowly swallow her in the seconds before he responded.

"Bloody hell. You're so beautiful," Fred murmured, his lips attaching to her throat, kissing and biting downwards, making sure he left marks.

Y/n let out a soft gasp as he trailed further down, her head knocking back when he started on her breasts.

"Oh fuck," She whispered, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as his lips thoroughly covered her nipples and breasts in hickeys.

"You look so fucking pretty covered in my marks," He said, smiling against her neck, kissing the sweet spot below her ear.

Y/n laced her fingers in his short red hair, breathing heavily, subconsciously rutting herself against him, searching for some sort of friction.

She hastily sat straighter, pulling the thin covers back and straddling him completely, feeling his erection through the cloth of his trousers.

Her lips found him again, and it was her turn to scatter love bites along his skin, which she did without hesitation.

Her teeth nipped and marked the skin around his throat, leaving a skillfully placed hickey just below his jaw visible to everyone.

"Making me yours, I see," Fred mumbled teasingly, his hand now drifting to her arse, head knocked back in pleasure.

"Not like you didn't do the same," She replied breathlessly, pulling back to admire her work, tracing her fingers over the various marks on his neck and jaw.

Fred smirked, taking her chin in his hand and dragging her back to his lips, kissing her deeply.

"Do I look pretty?" He asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Very," Y/n answered, gasping as his hand ran over her arse, stopping at the waistband of her sweats.

"Take them off," She says before he can even ask, already assisting him in sliding them down, kicking them off and away from the bed.

Y/n's fingers hooked into the hem of his trousers. He soon helped her take them off and quickly discard them with the rest of their clothes.

Her panties were next. Fred practically ripped them off her legs, too impatient for anything else.

The cold air hit her bare pussy, and she shivered, but as soon as his warm body touched hers, her mind was clouded yet again.

She wasted no time taking off his boxers as well, the bubbling warmth in her core only growing larger when his large erection brushed against her inner thigh, teasing her.

"Do you- Do you have-" Y/n started to ask, but he cut her off.

"Top drawer to the left," Fred said quickly, an audible displeased groan leaving his lips when she pulled back.

Y/n would've rolled her eyes at his whines, but she was too wrapped up in lust to even care.

She opened the top drawer, took a condom from the box, and handed it to Fred.

He ripped it open with his teeth, spitting the plastic out and carefully sliding the latex over his aching cock.

Y/n could do nothing but stare and drool, the mere sight of him making her cunt clench in anticipation.

He was half propped on his elbow, one hand traveling to her neck, pulling her lips to his while the other held her by the hip.

Y/n kissed him deeply, aligning his cock with her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto it, breathing rapidly.

Airy moans left both their lips as he bottomed out, her tight muscles clenching around him.

The covers were hanging off her lower back, but she didn't care. There was no way in hell she would get cold.

His warm body pressed against hers as she started rocking her hips. Chest to chest, their bodies worked together, his hand on her back, pressing her further into him, her hand on his bicep, nails digging into his muscles as she moved.

"Ah- fuck, just like that, love," Fred groaned, his handsome features scrunched in pleasure.

He looked down to see where they connected, her back arching ever so slightly to take him all, her perfect pussy stretched around his cock.

He was able to hit every perfect place inside her, rutting against her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure shooting up Y/n's spine.

But oh fuck, he needed to be deeper, needed her moaning and mewling his name like it was a prayer.

So without missing a beat, he flipped their positions, her legs locking around his torso as he started thrusting.

She wrapped her arms around him, encasing him closely, their chests still touching.

"You're so good for me, angel, taking my cock so well," He grunted, breathing heavily from the sensation of her walls clenching around him.

His thrusts weren't overly rough, but they didn't need to be. He didn't want to fuck her. No, he wanted to love her, cherish her body like the temple it was, and make her cry out in intense pleasure as she came on his cock.

"Freddie," She whimpered, arching her back to meet his thrusts, each perfectly timed. Tears of euphoria welled in her eyes, starting to slowly drip and roll down her cheeks as her orgasm quickly approached.

He looked so pretty above her, eyes closed in pleasure, messy hair, the freckles dotting his pale skin shining from the droplets of sweat trickling down his body.

His forehead rested against hers, fingers digging into her waist as he chased his climax. His breathing became more labored and rapid with every passing second.

Y/n felt the knot in her stomach coiling, the bubble of heat ready to pop with just a few more thrusts.

"Fred, I'm so close," She whispered, pushing her body closer to him, back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, me too. Come for me, Y/n," He said, his warm breath tickling her neck, the sensation sending her over the edge.

Her orgasm washed over her in waves of immense pleasure, lightning in her veins, a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. Her legs shook, and her core was on fire, burning through the high as she came with his name on her tongue, crying it out.

Fred finished a few moments after, his hips sputtering as he filled the condom, his stomach burning with heat and pleasure.

The first few moments after having sex with someone new are the most pivotal. They decide if it's a one-time thing or something more.

Fred swallowed, resting his forehead against hers and sighing deeply, trying to catch his breath.

Y/n's hand wrapped around his neck, lacing in his hair. She smiled softly when he let out a breathy laugh. The sound was always music to her ears.

"I think I need to sleep in more often," Fred whispered, pulling his head back to connect their gazes, admiring her fucked out appearance, bruised lips, hickeys everywhere, and dried lines of tears running down her cheeks. She was beautiful.

"I think..." Y/n breathed, propping herself on her elbows and cupping his face in her hands.

"I could go for another apology," She finished, a smirk toying on her lips.

A shit-eating grin spanned across Fred's lips, his eyes lighting up at her insinuation.

"If I ever say no to that, kill me,"

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Hope you enjoyed! If there are spelling/grammar mistakes, I'm sorry. I wrote this at like 1 am.

[fleursfairies]

hbo series better not do the weasleys dirty or ima fight

[talesofesther]

hold me in your comfort

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Your studies have been taking a toll on you, luckily your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

Requested by anon

A/N: A sweet little thing for my favorite sweet boy. Hope you like it. P.S. I hate coming up with summaries, I promise the story is better. <3

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For once, Gryffindor's common room was quiet. During the day the place was mostly buzzing with chatter and spells being thrown around, however now, a good few hours past curfew, the only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the distinct howling wind outside.

The red and golden colors around you provided a sense of comfort, familiarity; as you sat on the spacious floor of the room, your back resting against the couch, and quill scraping against the paper, you tried to focus on those feelings. Your O.W.Ls were fast approaching, and earlier this year you had received a letter from home kindly reminding you of the consequences that awaited you if the results were less than pleasing.

Being an only daughter made your parents demand excellence in everything you did, especially regarding your studies. For nearly two weeks now, you'd spent most of your time with your head buried in a book and writing down assignment after assignment; constant headaches became your new normal and your wrist was usually sore by the end of each day. You were nearing your limit, or maybe you had even already reached it.

The comfortable silence of the lonely room was suddenly disrupted by the padding of socks hitting the wood of the stairs. You glanced up and behind you to see who had gotten up at this hour of the night only to see your boyfriend walking into the common room. Fred moved sluggishly, mind clearly still hazy and drowsy with sleep; he rubbed his eyes while stifling a yawn, his hair was all over the place too, and he wore a dark red sweater with the letter 'F' in its center.

The small smile that came to your lips was inevitable. Your heart fluttered inside your chest just by the sight of him.

With a soft scrunch on his eyebrows, Fred willed his eyes to focus on the dim light of the room, his gaze instantly landing on you; "I figured I'd find you here," he hummed.

You chuckled softly, your eyes shying away from his gaze, "you caught me."

Fred plopped down on the floor next to you, the handsome outlines of his features being highlighted in a golden hue from the fireplace in front of you. He shuffled closer until his lips clumsily touched your cheek in a gentle kiss. "It's a bit too late for all that, isn't it love?" Fred motioned to the mess of books and papers in front of you.

You grimaced, subconsciously leaning towards him; "I'll be done in just a moment, promise."

"You said that before we all headed to bed," Fred reasoned, you could hear the masked concern in his words, "that was hours ago."

With the most gentle touch only you had the privilege of knowing, Fred pushed back strands of your hair so he had a clear view of your face. He didn't say anything, but you knew he was accessing the darker circles under your eyes, the slight cracking of your lips, the glazing of your eyes. He made you feel faint with the way he looked at you with such palpable love. You could feel it even without meeting his gaze. Fred's thumb brushed against your cheek and you nearly broke down then and there. Nearly.

But oh you were so tired, part of you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and just forget about the rest of the world.

A beat passed in silence and then Fred managed to sneak behind you, fitting himself between you and the couch, his long legs stretching on either side of you while both his arms encircled your waist.

A soft smile came to your lips against your own volition. Fred had always been a physically affectionate person; whether it was hugs or his pinkie hooked with yours, he'd be touching you whenever he could. His presence instantly lifted a bit of the weight on your shoulders, the letters written on the paper in your hands seemed shuffled all of a sudden and you couldn't bring yourself to read them anymore. But you didn't mind, you simply allowed yourself to melt against him.

Squeezing your body to him, Fred nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, planting a feather-light kiss on the skin there. It was okay if you didn't feel like talking, he'd be content to hold you for the rest of the night if you so needed.

Reveling in his presence, all warm and sweet, you leaned back so your head rested on his shoulder. You rewarded his affection with one of your own, your lips finding his temple and planting a lingering kiss there.

Quill and paper fell from your grasp, your fingers coming up to brush against the skin of Fred's hands.

Fred hummed, you could feel his small smile on your skin. "Take a break, love?"

"Yeah," you held your breath, chest tight, and cleared your throat in order for your voice not to come out as tender as you felt. As he made you feel. "I suppose that's a good idea."

Fred's answer was to squeeze you even tighter, burying himself into you and making you giggle. You had missed him, now that you come to think of it; you've been focusing so much on your studies that your time with him had been cut by half. For nearly two weeks, there were no more hang outs in the courtyards, no more sneaking around between classes, no more dates to hogsmeade, no more pranking the teachers together; you still spent time together of course, but those precious moments had disappeared, and now it felt like a stab in the heart.

As if your souls couldn't be more intertwined, Fred mumbled; "I've missed you, you know." His face still hidden between your neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip before answering, turning around slightly in his arms so you could face him more properly. "I've missed you too, I'm sorry Freddie, for being so distant lately. I never meant for that to happen," you tried to gulp back any rogue tears that tried to escape.

Fred raised his head so he could look into your eyes. The room was dimly lit, with mostly the fireplace as a source of light; his own eyes seemed to be shining brighter now. "It's alright love," his hand found your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing away a single tear you didn't realize had fallen, "I know this is important to you, I just think you should take a break, that's all." Fred finished with a sweet smile you could never get enough of.

The love you felt for him escaped you as you leaned forward and pecked his lips with your own. You held Fred's face with both your hands, squishing his cheeks as you placed several more kisses on his lips until his smile became too big for you to continue.

"May I stay with you tonight?" You whispered, pulling back just far enough to utter the words, your lips still grazing his.

"I would love nothing more," Fred said, and you kissed the words yet again.

The taste of your own tears mingled between your lips, you kept your eyes closed then, feeling the thundering of your own heart against your ribs.

The steady rhythm of Fred's breathing and the distant crackling of the fire was suddenly all you could hear. His gentle fingertips traced your cheek and jawline, and suddenly his touch was all you could feel too.

"Do you wanna know something?"

The entrancing tone of Fred's voice cut into the calmness. You simply nodded, bunching up his sweater between your hands. You could feel one of his hands holding your back, tracing your spine and keeping your body close to him.

"You are the most brilliant witch I know," he promised, and then chuckled; "just don't let Hermione hear that."

A smile threatened to show on your lips, your nose bumped his.

Fred's lips traced a path from your jawline, to your cheek, and to your forehead; leaving confessions with each kiss. An I love you here, a you got this there.

With both of you as a mess of tangled limbs on the floor of Gryffindor's common room, you too promised you loved him a thousand times over. You also promised a long overdue date to hogsmeade.

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[marypaol]

One With The Wind

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a fear of heights and doesn’t understand what all the hype about flying around is about, until she asks Fred to show her.

Warnings: Playful teasing? Friends to “lovers”, Acrophobia (fear of heights), that’s all I know of.

Note: For the lovely @marriinachoo -I hope this was enough fluff for you! (And I hope you enjoy it- thanks again for requesting!!)

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“I still don’t understand how you guys do that.” The girl said while the two flaming haired boys discussed the famous Wizard game every boy and girl wanted to try (besides her.) Putting a spoonful of food into her mouth, she looked up at the two.

The red head in front of her raised an eyebrow in question, and the replica of him did the same, making her laugh.

“Do what?” George asked.

She waved her utensil in front of her as a way to gesture to the two twins.

“You know, climb on a stick and go into the air in intention of beating a ball to other students; potentially killing them.”

The two boys laughed in unison despite her seriousness, so much so you couldn’t tell the difference between them and their laughs. They both smiled wide, the noise of happiness filling her ears as she watched them. Their heads turning to each other, eyes meeting with a mirror image as they only chuckled harder when the other person made a funny face that set them off.

“First off, love, it’s a broomstick, and we’re Beaters. That’s our job: to beat the ball to the other team?” Fred explained with a teasing smile sitting on his lips.

George chuckled. “I thought you’d know that by now. You’ve been dealing with us since First Year.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response at their teasing words despite the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks from the nickname Fred gave her.

“Whatever it’s called, I don’t know why it gets you guys all riled up. I’d rather watch than fly, thank you very much.”

George shrugged her comment off and turned to Lee Jordan who grabbed his attention, but Fred raised his eyebrow at her. Not in a confused questioning way, but in a teasing manner.

“Really? Rather watch than fly? Blimey.”

The last word was murmured, his wild head trying to comprehend the fact that she would rather stand around a bunch of sweaty teenagers and young children than to feel the wind in her hair as the simple yet powerful excitement of completion roared through her veins.

She shrugged in response, finding nothing of it. “I mean, yeah, because I’m too scared to; I could never.”

Fred made a face. “Scared? To fly?”

She nodded sheepishly. “I mean I can’t name a thing that isn’t scary about it.”

Fred scoffed, and since they were at the end of the table, he quickly got up and swiftly moved next to her, their shoulders brushing.

“Nonsense. It’s very exciting, actually.” He assured gently. He then grabbed his plate from the other side of the table, his silverware now in his hands.

He continued to eat as if her fears were simply silly, something so small she was making so big.

She hesitated before asking for conformation. “Really? But you go so….high.” She fought back a shiver when she said the word but her heart failed, the organ in her chest seeming to stagger out of fear just from the thought.

Fred nodded and turned to her. “You do go pretty high, but when you’re playing the game you don’t really think much of it; you’re distracting yourself from the height by doing so.”

She hummed softly, mind taking what he said and turning it over so she could see all the angles.

“So… if I were to go up on a broom and distract myself, then I wouldn’t be as scared as I think I would be?”

Fred shrugged, moving his fork to her plate and stealing a piece of cut up chicken that was there.

“I mean, it might not work for you, ‘cause I don’t even have a thing of heights, but it works for me despite my absent fear.”

She thought about it for a moment. I mean, she trusted the twins; maybe even trusted one more than the other. (Fred.)

So it wasn’t that that was keeping her from asking, rather it was the deep fear of the biggest, most negative solution to come out of it. What if she fell to her death and never saw any of her friends again? She’s too young to die.

She blinked, realizing she was staring into space while thinking such negative thoughts.

Her blink must of re-set her brain, causing her head to turn towards the boy.

“C-could I try for myself and see?”

Fred coughed out pumpkin juice at the sudden question, his mind so used to the comfortable silence they fell into he didn’t expect her to talk again.

“What?” He rasped, patting his chest. She chuckled, picking up her napkin and giving it to him to wipe his mouth.

She watched him do so as she repeated the question.

When she did a small smirk formed on his lips.

“Sure.”

“Yeah, no, I change my mind.”

Fred laughed in the breeze, the noise blessing her ears.

“Come on, it was your choice and you’re in Gryffindor for a reason. Hop on.”

Fred was currently standing on the ground with the broomstick in between his legs, the sand on the Pitch almost covering his shoes.

She shifted, her stomach turning at the thought of leaving the ground but she followed his order despite, legs swinging over the stick and arms wrapping tightly around Fred’s waist.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t take the time to recognize it, her chest occupied with a squeezing sensation of fear.

“Ready?”

His voice broke out her fear, the soft question falling from his lips so effortlessly, like it was a bird with wings and claws, using them to take her fear and fly it off into the wind, never to be seen again.

Sadly the feeling of courage only lasts for a second because as soon as she nodded softly against his robes, his leg kicked off the sand and they were no longer on the ground.

She bit back a scream but some of it slipped, causing a small squeal to escape.

Fred chuckled but she didn’t hear it over the wind, instead feeling his body shake from the laughter.

“Open your eyes!”

She didn’t want to, but the trust for him was strong so her eyelids fluttered open, the broom coming to slow yet calming pace.

Her cheek was still pressed to his back, but her eyes scanned around her and she was met with the breathtaking view of Hogwarts, the building standing as strong as ever as the wind flooded her hearing.

Her mouth came agape at the sight, her head leaving his back as she turned to look at everything possible, leaving no angle unseen.

“Hey, hold on tight back there.”

She rolled her eyes even though her arms were wrapped around his waist so tight he was struggling to breathe she bet, but she still laid her head back down on his back.

His skin was warm through the fabric, and it wasn’t the reason for the deep flush on her cheeks, traveling to her neck.

“Rather watch than fly, huh?”

She threw her Quidditch uniform on the floor roughly, despite the background noise of Oliver yelling to put it on so they had time to get out there.

She used the precious time she had to walk an over and give Fred a well deserved slap on the arm, his beautiful laughter once more filling her ears.

-I hoped you liked it! 💕🥺

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Harry has regrets™

[screamingoverfiction]

HI!!! I loved ur fred fic so may I request a possessive handsy fred weasley x reader??? Tysm!!

OFC! I love this! Possessive, Handsy & Jealous Fred Weasley x f!-reader. 18+ smut ahead. No house mentioned.

Word Count: 2.23k

Fred Weasley loved PDA, whether it be holding hands, hugging, or even making out between classes. He wanted it all. He needed people to know Y/n was his and only his.

The various markings he'd leave on her neck were usually enough to scare away anyone trying to make a move. Unless she wanted them to.

Y/n was mad at Fred. He and George decided it was a grand idea to go off and prank Filch. Typically this didn't bother her. Fred was a prankster, it was one of the things that attracted her to him, but they'd gotten caught and sent to a heavily watched detention, so Y/n had to spend their anniversary night alone.

So here she was the next night, across the room from him on a Friday night, laughing at a joke Marcus Flint had told.

She bit her lip, tilting her head sideways and smiling at the Slytherin boy, knowing exactly how to push each of Fred's buttons.

Fred's grip tightened around his red solo cup, his eyes going impossibly wide, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

His blood boiled, eyes only seeing red at the sight of his girlfriend talking it up with Marcus Flint. Her hand was on his arm after he'd say something funny.

He harshly set his cup down, striding through crowds of students to get to her.

Y/n heard footsteps approaching her, and she smirked, turning her head just in time for Fred to reach her. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him and away from Marcus.

"Hello, Flint," Fred said through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing into her hips, making Y/n softly smirk, backing herself into him.

"Weasley," Flint said back, his expression hardening, eyes flickering to Y/n, who smirked at him, mouthing 'thank you.'

Flint simply pursed his lips into a downturned smile, hands up defensively as he backed away.

Fred grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the party without another word. He dragged her up the stairs, ignoring her questioning.

Only when he pried open his dorm door and walked in, pinning her against the door, did he finally speak.

"You dirty fucking minx," He said lowly, hands on her hips, pressing her firmly into the door.

Y/n's lips twitched into a smirk. She lifted her chin, her eyes flickering over his hardened features.

"Well, I needed someone to talk to since you were so busy last night and this morning," She bit back, locking her jaw, rolling her tongue along her cheek.

Fred inhaled sharply, swallowing thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"You're mine, Y/n," He spoke sternly, one of his hands reaching up and gripping her jaw, the other snaking up her shirt, tracing over the skin.

"Really? So you decided to go off and get detention on our anniversary?" She said in a sickeningly sweet tone, hissing softly when he tightened his grip on her jaw.

Fred let out a dry laugh and shook his head, lowering his face, so they were at eye level, his pupils blown, dark with rage and lust.

"If you keep running your mouth like that, I'll make it scream," He said darkly. His knee went between her legs, forcefully spreading them apart. He pressed his thigh against her clothed cunt, making her breath hitch at the sensation.

"You think you can run around flirting with other men? I hope you know what you've just signed up for," He spoke, his hand going from her jaw to her throat, locking around it.

Y/n inhaled, her hand locking around his wrist, her eyes dancing with desire. She leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

They kissed like they needed the other's lips to breathe, like if they didn't, the room would collapse atop them. Teeth clashed, lips bruised, tongues fought. It was pure, unfiltered want and anger.

Fred pressed his leg further into her, earning a soft whimper from her lips. He smirked, kissing down her jaw, making sure to leave marks.

"Freddie, people will see those," She breathed, gasping softly when he bit down on her neck.

"Let them see. At least then they'll know not to touch what's mine," He said against her skin, lifting his hand up her shirt to run his fingers over her clothed breasts.

He quickly snakes both hands around her back and under her thighs, hoisting her effortlessly into his arms.

He carried her to his bed, setting her down and hovering over her body, connecting their lips again.

Y/n fingers brushed along his neck and down his body, carefully undoing his shirt and assisting him in pulling it off.

Fred grabbed the top of her shirt with both hands, breaking open the fabric and sending buttons scattering.

"Fred, what the fuck?!" She said in anger and surprise. Fred simply rolled his eyes, pulling the rest of her shirt away from her skin and kissing her again.

"I'll buy you another," He says against her lips, making her huff annoyedly.

Fred unhooks her bra skillfully, throwing it off to be forgotten. He runs his hands over her body, groaning against her lips.

"This is mine to touch, only mine," He growls, kissing her harshly, hands massaging her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin.

Y/n gasped, knocking her head back as his lips trailed hickeys down her neck and to her boobs, whimpering lightly as he took one in his mouth.

"That's it, baby, make those noises for me," He said lowly, pinching her nipple and making her hiss from the slight pain.

Fred smirked, lowering himself and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt, fingers brushing over her soft skin.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing her moans as Fred gradually pulled her skirt down her legs.

He hovered over her panties, his warm breath fanning the soaked and sensitive area. He traced his thumb over the fabric, pressing it against her clothed clit.

"So wet, and I haven't fucking touched you. Is this all from me, angel?"

Y/n tightened her jaw, fingers clenching the bedsheets as he carefully and knowingly teased her.

"No, Flint is-" She started to say, but Fred's teeth sunk into the skin of her inner thigh, making her groan in pain and pleasure.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. Who made you this wet?" He asked again, eyes staring daggers into hers, fingers tightly gripping her thighs.

"Y-You did, Freddie," She whispered desperately. Her core was burning and aching for him. She needed him to touch her.

"That's what I thought," He sneered, hooking his fingers in her underwear and yanking them down her legs, exposing her soaked pussy on full display.

Fred almost drooled at the sight. Her perfect, pretty cunt splayed out just for him. It was only for him.

He lifted his thumb to her clit, slowly drawing circles on the bundle of throbbing nerves.

"Please, Freddie," She groaned, eyes squeezing shut from the taunting. She couldn't take much more.

Fred smirked, sliding his middle finger into her entrance, curling it upward to hit her g-spot.

Y/n whimpered quietly when he added a second finger. Her head was thrown back against her pillow, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his tongue. Enjoying her now heightened moans.

His fingers worked inside her while his tongue worked on her clit. Y/n's legs wrapped around his neck, trying to squeeze shut, but Fred just pried them back apart.

She could feel the knot in her core coiling, the pleasure that coursed through her veins made her eyes roll into her skull.

"That's it, baby," Fred hummed, curling his fingers upward and basking in her moans, his erection tenting in his pants.

Y/n felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, her back arching into the bed as Fred lapped up her release, still circling her overstimulated clit.

After he was satisfied with her whimpers, he raised himself back to hover over her, wrapping his hand around her throat and kissing her harshly.

Y/n groaned into the kiss, running her hands down his sides. Fred hissed in pain when her fingers brushed over his side, flinching back.

She immediately pulled back, craning her neck down to look at his side, eyes going wide in alarm

There was a semi-healed burn on his side that ran from the bottom of his ribs to about his v-line.

"Fred, holy shit, are you okay?" She said quickly, her expression laced with concern and worry.

"Don't worry about it," Fred mumbled, kissing her again, his hands hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

"Fred-"

"I'm alright," He assured, kissing her jaw and brushing his fingers along her skin, earning soft whimpers from her lips.

Fred pulled his boxers down his legs, letting his erection tease to her entrance, the tip just barely sliding.

"Please, Fred," She begged, nails digging into his shoulders and back as he dragged out the moment.

Suddenly he pushes himself in with one sharp, quick thrust, making Y/n cry out.

The low groan that escapes Fred's lips is pure euphoria. The guttural sound was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

"Oh fuck, that's it, love," He breathes into her neck, his hands on her hips as he starts thrusting.

The sounds of skin slapping, breathless moans, and beds creaking echoed throughout the room. If anyone was in the dorm next door, they would surely hear.

"Freddie," She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms hooking around his neck.

"That's right, angel, say my name, my name," He groaned lowly, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, the cries of pleasure from her lips enticing him more.

Y/n knocked her head back, tears pricked her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks.

The knot in her stomach was coiling tightly, her eyes rolled into her skull, and she arched herself further into him.

"Freddie, I'm close," She whimpered softly, lacing her fingers in his hair and gripping it tightly.

"Fuck, cum for me, angel," He breathed, fingers digging into her hips.

Those words were all it took to send her plummeting over the edge, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the dorm.

Fred came seconds later, pulling out and letting his cum coat her stomach. His soft labored breathing and whimpers made her head spin.

"Maybe I should flirt with Flint more often," Y/n said through rapid breaths, making Fred lift his head and narrow his eyes at her.

"Just joking, love," Y/n spoke, grazing her fingers through his hair, brushing the stray strands back.

Fred shook his head with a slight smirk, lightly kissing her forehead before standing, pulling on his boxers, and heading into the bathroom for a towel.

"I'm sorry for flirting with Marcus. It was wrong. He knew it was to rile you up if that makes it better," Y/n said after she cleaned herself with the towel Fred brought her.

"It's alright. I ruined our anniversary," Fred said quietly, keeping his guilt-ridden eyes away from hers as he walked toward his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweats and a red t-shirt.

He tossed her the shirt and pulled the sweats on, running a hand through his hair as he paced around the room.

After she clothed herself in her underwear and his shirt, Y/n stood up and walked over to Fred, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Hey, look at me," She whispered, removing one hand and raising it to his cheek, tilting his head toward her.

"I love you, and that's not going to change. I just wish you would've said something. You told me you were going to fix something up with George, and it would take twenty minutes, and then you get caught pranking Filch and turn up with a giant burn on your side. But I wouldn't be mad if you'd communicated with me. Why did you do it, Freddie?" She asked, taking his face in her hands.

Fred closed his eyes, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers. He sighed, swallowing thickly before backing out of her embrace and walking to his bed.

Y/n furrowed her brows and started to follow him, but he cut her off when he started speaking.

"We weren't pranking Filch," He started, making her freeze.

"George and I had been planning it for months. I wanted to surprise you, hence the lying. It was supposed to be fireworks, but Filch somehow found us, and a firework went haywire, slamming into him and exploding, causing all three of us to come out with a few burns. I'm sorry, I wanted to explain, but you were avoiding me after we got out of detention,"

The immense wave of guilt that crashed into Y/n felt like a tidal wave. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her chest caved, and she felt tears prick her eyes.

"Fred, I'm so sorry," She said quietly, walking forward and wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you. I only love you, Fred," She said, pulling back to cradle his face in her hands.

Fred smiled, leaning down and kissing her passionately, his chest feeling warm.

She was his and only his.

Sorry this took so long. I've got a massive case of writer's block. If it isn't very good I apologize.

[slayingqueenchal]

Hii. Can I request tall reader x fred Weasley. (I'm 5'10) And it is sad that I won't have to ask my boyfriend to get stuff for me.

I'm still taller, sweetheart | Fred weasley x f!tall!reader

Summary : youre mad that you don't have to ask Fred to help you get stuff, frankly because of you're already tall.

Warning : fluff, pet names like "love, sweetheart"

Note : my 5'1 ass can't relate, but, I still made this anyways

You sat on freds bed, sitting right next to him. You put your book harshly, and your faces scrunched up. "What's wrong sweetheart? What's with the 'shrunken head' face? " Fred giggles.

"I'm jealous" You looked away. "Oh, what's wrong my love? " Fred says, pulling your shoulders so he could look at you. "Of the shorter girlies, cause, I can't ask you to grab me anything cause i can do it my self! " You replied.

"Isn't that great love? The feeling of being tall?" Fred said. "No" You replied shortly. You received a dramatic gasp. "I feel offended! ".

"It's not like that Fred, I like you being tall, it's just that I cannot do things like those girl can do in the books and the muggle movies, you know? " You sighed.

"You won't have to worry about that, I'm still taller than you, sweetheart" Fred smiles

[screamingoverfiction]

So, This Is Love?

Fred Weasley x f!-reader. House mentioned as Slytherin but not super important. Reader isn't described except as having dimples. 18+ Smut ahead. Minors DNI! Not Edited.

I totally didn't start writing this over the summer and then forget about it in my drafts...totally.

Word Count: 4.25k

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"You seriously don't have a date?" Madelyn questioned, raising a brow as she continued curling her blonde hair.

"I don't need one. I'll just pick up some bloke on the sidelines if I want to dance," Y/n said, smoothing her dress and checking herself in the mirror a final time.

Y/n had been looking forward to the masquerade ball for a while, eager to be unknown to all, free from her burdens, and able to dance her heart out without worry.

She was now descending the stairs into the common room, her face concealed by a beautiful masquerade mask. Her lips broke into a wide grin. No one could recognize her.

She practically skipped down the halls, not caring about anything or anyone, happy to be free from her life, even for only a night.

When she arrived at the great hall, her eyes went wide in awe. It was beautiful. Colorful banners hung around every wall, and the floor was converted into a ballroom.

She descended the stairs, still smiling from ear to ear. She was unable to hide her joy. It was like she was a little girl again.

She stepped into the great hall, eyes scanning over the seemingly hundreds of students, and she didn't know any of them. It was exhilarating. 

As she looked out the room, her eyes connected with someone else's, a tall boy with beautiful brown eyes and fiery hair wearing a black mask.

She tilted her head with a small smile, and he copied her, the grin on his lips making her heart jump. Y/n raised a brow, and he once again copied her, the silly, childish smile on his lips making her laugh.

She bit back a smirk, glancing around before wading through the crowd, her heart skipping a beat when he made his way toward her as well.

They met in the middle, staring at each other behind masks, neither knowing who the other was. 

"Care to dance?" The boy started, offering his hand, a sly smile twitching on his lips. She knew that voice, somehow- somewhere, but she just couldn't place it.

"You sound familiar," Y/n said, placing her hand in his, her heart rate increasing as he positioned his other on her waist, starting to dance.

His smile widened. He twirled Y/n around to the soft orchestral tune of the song, eyes never leaving her. He didn't know a girl this beautiful existed.

"So do you," He spoke, hand returning to her waist, gaze flickering down to her perfect lips before snapping back to her eyes.

"What's your name?" The boy asked between songs, his brown hues staring deep into hers.

"That ruins the fun. Don't you think?" Y/n laughed, flashing him her infamous grin, her dimples shining through. 

He swore he knew that smile, those dimples…

"I suppose you're right," The boy replied, smirking, sliding his hand into hers once again as the song started.

They danced for what seemed like hours, song after song, asking each other various questions between the music, wishing the moment would never end. Yet, by the end of the night. Neither had a clue who the other was.

"Attention, students," A booming voice Y/n knew as Dumbledore called out over the room, stopping everyone in their tracks.

The boy and Y/n looked up. Brows furrowed in confusion at the headmaster's words.

"At exactly 11 p.m., your masks will no longer be enchanted. You are free to leave before then if you wish to remain anonymous, or the dance will continue for thirty minutes afterward if you wish to stay," Dumbledore announced, causing gasps to leave almost everyone's lips.

Y/n quickly whirled to see the clock. It read 10:49 p.m. She had ten minutes to leave.

She turned back, meeting the boy's gaze. His eyes were unreadable, his handsome features locked in an expression of indecisiveness. 

"I guess we have a decision to make," Y/n said quietly, swallowing thickly and pursing her lips.

They stared at each other silently for a moment, neither having the courage to speak until he finally opened his mouth.

"You can leave if you want," He said, his eyes still curious about who she was, but he wouldn't force it.

Y/n bit her cheek in thought, reminiscing the night, how he made her laugh, his charming and witty personality, and his somehow proper yet clumsy dancing. And it was a plus that he was divinely handsome, even from the little features she could see.

"I don't think I want to," She finally answered, her lips forming into a slight smile.

His eyes visibly lightened, breaking out into a grin; he glanced around before tugging her through the crowd, hand in hand.

He led her outside near the archway into the courtyard, his hand still tightly gripping hers.

"Privacy," He spoke, eyes flickering to her lips, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.

Y/n stepped closer until they were almost chest to chest, her heart beating incredibly fast. Her hands were resting on his shoulders, eyes unable to leave his.

She glanced at the clock behind him: 10:59. It was now or never.

"Kiss me," She whispered quickly, surprising even herself with the desperation in her voice. 

He didn't hesitate to lean down, crashing his lips against hers, his hand cupping her cheek as the masks magically disappeared from their faces.

But neither pulled back, too entranced by the kiss to even remember to breathe. It was as if their lives depended on the sweet taste of the other's lips.

The boy leaned further into her, his hand on her hips, drawing her in. Y/n parted her lips, welcoming him with equal passion, her hand traveling from his shoulder to the back of his neck, lacing her fingers in his soft hair.

After what felt like hours of kissing, they slowly pulled away, equally terrified of what was to come.

Y/n couldn't open her eyes. Their foreheads rested against each other while they waited for their courage to brew.

He was the first to step back, and then Y/n opened her eyes, finally locking onto his beautiful- beautiful face. 

Her jaw went slack, her expression paling as she stared at his equally mortified face.

Frederick Weasley.

The infamous prankster of Gryffindor, along with his twin. Notorious for picking on Slytherins, Y/n included- not that it wasn't reciprocated, but still. 

Fred Weasley.

"You've got to be fucking with me," Y/n said, stumbling back, an expression of horror taking over her features.

She ran her hands along her face and through her hair, eyes wide while she tried to process exactly what was happening.

Fred could only stand there, shocked, his mouth unable to form a coherent sentence. He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

“Anyone but you!" Y/n said again with a groan covering her face and glancing back, making sure that she wasn't hallucinating.

"I should've known from the dimples," Fred finally said with a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, swallowing thickly.

"You get that if anyone finds out about this, we're dead," Y/n hissed, pointing a malicious finger in his direction.

Fred rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw and leaning against the nearby pillar, an expression of deep thought on his face. His freckles seemed to shine in the moonlight.

"Don't say fucking a word," She spoke sternly, not looking back as she walked away.

"You know, for a second, I thought... Fred sighed, shaking his head, his posture tense.

Y/n froze in her tracks, her eyes softening slightly before returning to a scowl. She turned around, their eyes connected, and she couldn’t keep the mask up any longer.

"In another world, Weasley," Y/n said quietly, but he heard. She could tell by the way his features softened.

He huffed a sour laugh, rubbing his jaw and then running that same hand through his messy red hair, flashing her a quick smile. His brown eyes were lighter now, a twinge of that mischief she knew him for.

"See you around, Y/n," Fred called back, lowering his head and walking in the other direction.

Y/n rolled her eyes, biting back her smile as she walked down the corridor, back to the Slytherin common room, and away from Fred.

Or so she thought.

Before she'd even reached the portrait door entrance, he was sprinting down the hallway, but Y/n didn't hear his rapidly approaching footsteps until he was directly next to her.

She turned her head as he slowed to a stop, cheeks tinted red from running, breathing heavily. His eyes bore an unreadable emotion.

"What are you-?" She started to ask, but his lips were on hers before she could finish, his hands on either side of her face.

The kiss was short and plain, simply testing the waters. He pulled back, swallowing thickly and searching her eyes for any sign of anger, ready to take a slap if needed.

Y/n blinked once, scoffing slightly.

"You're an idiot," She breathed, shaking her head, grabbing him by the collar, and yanking him down until their lips connected.

Fred kissed her back almost immediately, one hand cupping her cheek and the other resting on her hip.

Y/n knew it was wrong, knew that she was putting them both in danger, but oh, how she felt so warm in his embrace.

Her mind was screaming for her to pull away and slap him across the face, but her heart, her body-her soul wouldn't let her.

Y/n always thought there was no room for anyone in her heart except herself, but he was slowly changing her mind, cracking open the stone casing of her soul and weaseling his way inside without lifting a pinky. Many suitors had tried and failed to break down her walls for years, and he'd done it in three hours.

Gathering her thoughts, she pulled away, wide-eyed and dazed. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath she took.

Fred stared into her eyes with a soft, warm sincerity she'd only seen in movies and read about in fictitious novels, and now it was real. She wasn’t thinking coherently anymore. She wanted him, and he wanted her. 

Why couldn’t they have each other?

They were practically running through the Slytherin common room, trying and failing to shield Fred’s identity from the other students.

“I’m pretty sure at least three first years saw us,” Fred whispered to her as they reached the top of the steps.

“Fuck. I’ll just scare them into not snitching,” Y/n sighed, peering down the hall before unlocking her dorm.

Fred laughed at her mumbles, smiling wickedly as she pulled him inside the dorm with her by his tie.

Their lips met before the door was even shut. Fred had to quickly push it shut before deepening the kiss.

His hands were on her hips, inviting her into his arms, which she eagerly accepted. Fred spun them around, pressing her back to the door.

Y/n couldn’t suppress the small, almost whimper-like gasp that escaped her lips when his lips trailed down her jaw.

Fred smirked against her skin, softly kissing and biting her exposed throat, leaving hickeys and open-mouthed kisses wherever he could.

Her breaths were more so moans and pants at this point. Her eyes closed to bask in the pleasure of his lips.

He skillfully lowered to his knees, propping her legs over his shoulders, her dress bunched to almost her waist.

Their eyes met again. Hers looked down at him through hazy lust and his piercing into hers with burning desire.

“May I?” Fred asked, gently tracing circles and kissing her inner thighs, waiting for her permission.

Y/n quickly nodded, the yearning heat in her core already pooling wetness in her panties.

“I need words, angel. Please,” He said again. Those warm pools of brown were entirely focused. Not a single thought behind them wasn’t about her.

Y/n closed her eyes, knocking her head back and swallowing thickly before slipping her eyes to his again.

“Yes, Fred, please,” She whispered, choking down her pride and letting herself fall apart for him.

Fred smirked, lowering himself further down and cupping her heat. The sudden jolt of her body and the gasp she emitted made his cock strain against his trousers.

The apex of his palm pressed into her clothed clit, making her bite back moans. His lips attacked her inner thighs, marking hickeys, and then kissing them better.

“So wet, and I haven’t even touched you,” He murmured into the soft flesh of her thighs. Oh, how he could die a happy man between her legs.

Y/n hand flew to his hair, lacing her fingers in the red strands as his lips made their way to the place she wanted them most.

His fingers hooked in the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling them down in an almost teasing manner.

Y/n clenched her jaw, glaring down at Fred as he smirked back, his grin widening at her disdain.

“If you want me to do something, all you have to do is ask nicely,” He spoke, quirking a brow and rolling his tongue along his cheek to hide his enjoyment.

Y/n huffed, shaking her head and shoving her shame into a deep dark corner.

“Do something…please,” She replied in an almost whisper.

“What was that? Speak up, love,” Fred said, even though he’d heard her every word.

“Oh fuck off you-” She started, but he cut her off with his tongue, slipping it inside her aching slit.

Y/n let out a loud, gasping moan, knocking her head against the door and arching herself further into Fred.

“Shh. I thought you didn’t want the others hearing us?” Fred cooed, a hint of mischief lacing his tone.

His tongue worked against her clit, flicking over the sensitive little bud while he slipped a finger inside her entrance, adding a second once after a few moments, curling them up against her g-spot.

“Fuck you,” Y/n breathed, her mouth hanging open as his tongue and fingers worked magic between her legs.

Fred smiled into her cunt, hitting the perfect places with each stroke and thrust, tongue lapping up the juices of her arousal as they leaked from her needy cunt. One of her hands was in his hair, the other covering her mouth to muffle the erotic sounds threatening to spill from her lips.

Suddenly, the knob beside her hip began to turn, making her quickly uncover her mouth and stop whoever it was from coming inside.

Fred quickly shot up at the noise, his eyes going wide.

“What the hell-? Y/n, are you in there?” Madelyn called from the other side of the door, jiggling the knob again.

“Uh, yeah, but I’m uh-” Y/n tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came to mind. She looked down at Fred for help, but his lips simply turned into an evil smirk. Pressing a finger to his lips before continuing to eat her out, flattening his tongue and running it up her slit to her clit before closing his lips around the nub and sucking.

Y/n gasped out, clasping a hand over her mouth before uncovering it to hold the door again.

“Hold on. Are you getting fuck-”

“Madelyn, I think you should find someplace else to sleep!” Y/n shouted, cutting Madelyn off.

Y/n heard a snort from the other side, along with a mumble of something incoherent.

“Enjoy your night, Y/n. Don’t get pregnant,” Madelyn snickered, walking down the hall without another word.

“You are a complete and utter imbecile-” Y/n hissed at Fred, moaning out in pleasure as his fingers hit her g-spot, her gummy walls clenching around his lanky digits as she neared her orgasm.

The knot in her core was tightening faster than she could comprehend. It was burning and coiling- seconds away from breaking.

“Freddie-” She whimpered his name, her fingers tightly gripping his hair, making him smile against her cunt, his brown eyes staring up at her with mischief and lust.

The knot in her stomach snapped. Her legs tried to close around his head as her back arched against the door. The waves of pleasure coursing through her veins enough to make her eyes roll into her head.

Fred forced her legs apart, letting her ride out her high, his tongue lazily stroking her clit as her thighs shook with pleasure, chin dripping with her juices.

Y/n swallowed, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she struggled to regain her breath. One of her hands was still in his hair, loosely grasping it.

She lowered her eyes, looking at him through a hazy lidden gaze. His hair was messy and falling over his forehead, his tie was now loose, hanging half-hazardously around his neck, and his eyes were staring into hers with pure passion and devotion.

“Hi,” Y/n spoke. Her mascara was runny and smudged, and her forehead had a slight shine of sweat, but Fred thought she was beautiful. He was completely and utterly enamored.

Fred laughed, smiling up at her and shaking his head, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles.

“Hi,” He replied, setting her carefully back onto her legs and rising to his full height, looking down at her once again.

There was silence for a moment, and then Y/n brought her hand to the back of his neck, connecting their lips.

Fred kissed her back, lifting her into his arms again and carrying her to the closest bed.

“Ah- no, this is Madelyn’s,” Y/n quickly said.

Fred rolled his eyes and carried her to the other, setting her down before hovering overtop and kissing her deeply.

Y/n started unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until she could remove it from his body.

Fred threw the shirt, not caring where it ended up. Y/n’s hands ran down his torso, tracing from his broad shoulders to his abs. It was safe to say he was muscular and toned with muscles, but not obnoxiously.

Y/n kissed along his jawline as he unzipped her dress, leaving a hickey directly on his jaw.

“If you get me a detention-” Fred muttered as he started to drag her dress down her shoulders. 

“Oh, hush,” Y/n spoke, tenderly kissing the fresh bruise and leaning back to admire her work.

If she were a patient woman, she’d take her time to kiss every freckle dotted across his pale skin, but her mind was clouded with lust. She’d kiss them later.

Y/n finished taking off her dress, not caring where it fell to. Fred was kissing along her throat, one hand snaking around her back, unclipping her bra with concerning skill and tossing it to the side.

“Done this much?” She inquired, smirking when he lifted his gaze to hers.

“I’ve had my fair share of practice,” Fred replied, matching her teasing energy. Reaching forward to her face, he brushed a stray piece of her hair away, smiling softly.

Their eye contact felt intimate, as if it meant more than a night of lust. 

“Fred,” Y/n said quietly, her hand reaching up, fingers dancing along his jaw.

“Yeah?” Fred answered. Even if he didn’t know it, he was completely, and utterly hers. It was as if she’d enchanted him.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Y/n whispered, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. Her pupils dilated, longingly staring into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

Fred swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his mouth opened to speak- but no words left his lips. He couldn’t answer her. There were no words to describe how he felt.

So instead of speaking, he dipped down, connecting their lips again, kissing her with so much force and passion that their teeth clashed together, but neither seemed to care.

Her makeup was a lost cause at this point. Her lipstick was smeared everywhere, across his lips, along his cheek, and down his jawline.

His hands ran along her body, massaging her chest, his mouth leaving hers to start kissing her breasts, tongue flicking over sensitive nipples, teeth nipping softly.

“Oh- Fred-” She mewled, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, hand lacing into his hair, small sharp whimpers flying from her lips.

Fred groaned as she reached down to his trousers, her fingers hooking into his belt loops and pulling him even closer.

He skillfully unbuckles his belt with concerning ease, tossing it to the floor and returning his lips to hers.

Y/n pushed her hips up against Fred’s bulge, still covered by his boxers, and he couldn’t help but rasp out a low noise from his throat, almost a moan.

Y/n slid her hands down his toned abdomen, her nails lightly scratching his v-line as she dipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, starting to tug them down impatiently.

Fred lets out a breathy laugh at her impatience and quickly helps her pull his boxers off, freeing his already-hardened cock. The red tip leaking pre-cum.

Y/n’s eyes widen slightly. She expected him to be above average, but not this big- he was at least 8.5 inches in length with a pretty sizable amount of girth as well as a slight curve to the right. 

Fred noticed her expression and laughed, taking her chin in his hand and bringing her lips back to his as he hoisted one of her legs up over his shoulder, the head of his cock teasingly rubbing up and down her slit, bumping at the hood of her clit.

Y/n let out a soft whine, biting her lip and pressing her cheek against Fred’s freckled shoulder as she bucks her hips against his dick, practically begging for him to thrust inside. 

“Fred, please-” Y/n says breathlessly, her leg hooking around him.

Fred, detecting her neediness, kisses her on the cheek before slowly and gently easing his cock into her wet and aching pussy, but no matter how ready she thought she was the stretch of his size made her tense up. 

“Fuck- you’re tight. You gotta relax f’me, sweetheart,” Fred says through gritted teeth, the squeezing of her walls around his cock almost enough to make him burst on the spot.

Y/n lets out a shaky breath, adjusting to his size and letting out a moan as he pushes all the way in, her insides feeling so full as he starts to move. 

Fred thrusts in and out of her cunt at a moderate pace, not wanting to hurt her by being too rough. It was her first time taking a cock this large.

The head of his cock nudges against her g-spot just right, causing her to let out a string of whimpers and whines, occasionally bumping against her cervix, which was only slightly painful. His pelvis grinding against her clit in just the right way to stimulate the bud.

“F-Faster-” Y/n says in an exasperated voice, needing Fred to go faster, her second orgasm already building in her stomach, the white-hot feeling causing her to curl her toes

Fred doesn’t hesitate to follow her command, picking up the pace and groaning against her neck as she clenches around his cock, telling him she’s close to finishing, as is he.

“Fuck- Y/n. I don’t think I can last much longer-” Fred manages to say through heavy breaths, sweat rolling down his skin as he grips the sheets until his knuckles go white.

The sound of skin slapping together consumes the room as Fred’s thrusts become more sloppy and desperate as he nears his orgasm, his breathing uneven and rushed.

“Ah- Fred, I’m coming-” Y/n says, her climax building up fast and crashing over her hard, back arching, hips spasming against his as her legs shake. Her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head as the hot waves of pleasure hit her like lightning.

Fred finishes a few seconds after, barely managing to pull out before he comes, hot ropes of white cum shooting from his cock onto her stomach as he rides out his high.

Fred collapses beside her, both of them breathing heavily as they recover from the previous activity. 

Fred is the first to rise, grabbing his boxers and sliding them on before kissing Y/n softly on the forehead. He walks to the bathroom and grabs a towel, wetting it with warm water. 

The feeling of a warm damp towel on her stomach jolts Y/n from her little trance, and she looks up at for a moment Fred as he cleans her up before laying back down with a tired sigh. 

Fred simply smiles and sighs, biting his cheek as he gets up and starts to root through her closet for a shirt she can wear to bed, finding one with a picture of a Hippogriff on it and then handing it to her so she can slip it on.

Y/n lays in her bed, makeup a disaster and her hair a mess, but Fred thinks she could never be more beautiful.

“Are you staying?” Y/n asks from her bed, finally managing to sit up, drinking the glass of water Fred had fetched for her. 

“I can if you want me to,” Fred says, stopping in the middle of gathering his clothes, not expecting her to want him to stay.

Y/n bites her lip and shifts a little on the bed her face flushing slightly as she murmurs. “I want you to,”

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Hope you all enjoyed it and have a wonderful day!

[ghoshtly]

pairing : Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

warnings :

dom sex

fingering

praising kink

A/N : first writing here on tumblr! i hope you guys enjoy!

(Y/N - you - and Fred Weasley are definitely NOT friends, but you seem to get along when you see your dates kissing each other.)

P/N had left you tonight. Again. And you have no idea where they went and why they didn’t inform you about their whereabouts. Glancing around the decorated Great Hall, you watched the couples dance and the sweaty horny teens grind up against each other with the last of the sanity they have.

Your eyes fell upon Fred Weasley, drinking the (definitely spiked) punch in the corner, looking like a creep. He looked lonely, but you could care less. Walking towards the food table, getting ready to eat so much food you couldn’t stand, you glance over at the sight of P/N’s dress/suit flashing into the hall. You instantly began making your way over, and turnt the corner you saw them go around.

You saw them, with a girl. All pressed up against the wall kissing on each other. You would’ve gagged if it weren’t for the hand that grabbed your waist and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck?” You whisper-shout, flipping around to be face to face (literally) with Fred. Your noses bumped at the speed you turnt and the impact made you both groan in pain.

“You were going to get caught.” Fred told you, hissing in pain shortly after. “Well, thank you, Fred the Great, but I don’t need your help to spy on my partner.” You narrowed your eyes at him, letting go of your nose.

“My date was out there as well, kissing your girl/boyfriend you’re supposed to be watching.” He hissed.

“Oh, so you’re blaming this on me, now? So now i’m the bad guy because your girl wants to rub all up on my girl/boyfriend? You’re no good.” You rolled your eyes, peeking outside of the door to see both of your dates gone.

“They’re gone.” You spoke up, turning back to Fred who just blinked and walked out. You rolled your eyes, following after him.

After a while, you got used to the “silence” even though the music was booming through the halls.

Suddenly, Fred took a halt in front of you. You stopped too, looking up at him and then looking to where his eyes were pointed to. They were there, and Fred backed you both up behind the wall.

It wasn’t on time though, because your now ex looked up. “Who’s there?” They called out. You flinched from their booming voice and unintentionally hid behind Fred, just in case they saw you.

“I heard you! I said, whose there?!” They yelled again, this time with much more force than last time. You looked for an escape. Any escape. and lucky, you found one. You pulled Fred by the arm and quietly but quickly opened the door and pulled you both in.

It was cramped, but it would have to do for the situation that was given. Your breathing was heavy and your breaths shuddered everytime you inhaled.

You looked around, suddenly becoming aware of the close proximity of you and Fred. You backed as much as you could. “Sorry.” You whispered, surprisingly nonchalantly.

He just nodded, pressing his ear to the door. You stood, your back against the wall that didn’t do anything, since there was a bucket preventing your feet from moving back.

Fred took his ear from the door and looked back at you. He thought you looked fragile. The way your chest rose and fell rapidly as if you were getting chased by a dementor.

“Hey,hey. Y/N it’s alright, they’re gone.” He placed an arm on yours, and you almost had shivered at the light touch. You just stared, your eyebrows gently furrowed and flyaways laying in front of your eyes.

That’s when it all came out.

One thing you shouldn’t do to Y/N, especially if she’s at a vulnerable state, is try to comfort her. Especially if you’re Fred Weasley.

You hadn’t thought before you kissed him, you just knew you did it in the ‘heat of the moment’.

You pulled him close to you. So close you could feel his heartbeat against your own. And you went weak when he kissed you back, melting slowly into the kiss.

His lips seemingly struggled to keep up with the desperate pace of your own, so you slowed down gradually for him to keep up. For a while, you thought your mind had shifted to another realm.

That was before he parted for a breath. You realized you needed one, as well, and stumbled away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was the heat of the moment, I swear-” You rambled on with your excuses until he decided to shut you up and place a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures, grabbing you by your waist to move back to the close proximity you were previously in. “Can we go somewhere more spacious? I feel cramped in here.” You muttered, kicking the bucket beside your foot.

“Of course.” He said in your ear, leading you both out of the broom closet and up the stairs into the gryffindor common room.

You were partially glad no one was there, therefore you could just slip up to the boys dorm without question. Getting to the shared dorm, you shut and locked the door behind you both, pulling him down to kiss you again.

He pulled you close and gripped your arse, making you whine against his mouth. “I know we’re going really fast but I need you.” You whined against his lips, breaking the kiss.

He hummed, his hands trailing back up to your waist, unexpectedly pulling you upwards. You yelped in surprise, but didn’t complain as you were gently placed on the bed.

Fred rested in between your legs, kissing down your jaw to your neck, unclothing you as he was doing that. He kept peeking up for consent but you were trying to let him know to keep going without having to speak.

after he got you fully undressed, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You tried to sit back up to make it longer, but he pushed you back down. “Are you sure?” He whispered in your ear, sending warm shivers down the side of your neck.

“Yes. Yes 100 times yes.” You desperately begged, opening your eyes to look at him. He smirked, but obeyed anyways. His warm lips trailed down your bare stomach, leaving you to squirm at the teasing. You grabbed his hair and ran your fingers through, wanting him to hurry up.

He kissed your legs up and down, before finally placing his mouth on your swollen clit. Your back immediately arched and your hands fisted at his ginger hair. Your hips began to grind for more friction, begging for him to do something to get rid of the ache in your stomach.

His fingers added, curling in and out of you. You became a moaning mess, and you couldn’t stay still. You wouldn’t stop squirming from the pleasure, so Fred held your hips down with his free hand, looking at you through his eyelashes.

Your top teeth raked at your bottom lip, your eyes shut tightly, and he admired the sight in front of him.

Lifting himself, you sighed (not in relief) and your chest was heaving. Your eyes opened and you looked at him as he got undressed like your eyes haven’t already unclothed him many times.

“You’re doing so good for me, lovely.” He whispered, stroking the left side of your face as he climbed back in between your legs. You felt him enter slowly, so slow you could’ve swore a turtle could move faster.

“Please go faster.” You breathed in barely a whisper. Fred obliged, thrusting his hips to collide with your own. A moan immediately ripped through your throat and your nails clawed at Fred’s back.

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, louder than intentioned. “You feel so fucking good.” He moaned, sucking his markings onto your neck.

You enjoyed the position and moved your hips for more pleasure. It obviously worked, when Fred let out a more pitched moan than usual. And you certainly enjoyed that.

You repeated the movements, and Fred couldn’t compose himself. He sounded like he wasn’t even dominant in the first place, and you took that advantage.

“K-Keep going.” He whispered, another moan escaping right after that. “You like that, don’t you?” You chuckled, combing your fingers through his hair.

You began to feel a knot form in your stomach, and you began to pant again. You could hear your heartbeat and you knew you were close. And so was Fred, by the way the breath from his nose was quick and fast, and his hands gently but greedily ran across your back.

His moans just got even more pitched and louder than they were before, and you both were about to reach the climax. Your back arched and your hips worked.

“Right there.” He whimpered, afterwards moaning louder than he ever had. He had came, and you came shortly after. The warmth of your climax and of his filling you up made you feel immensely warm.

Your back pressed back against the bed as you let yourself down, exhaling a heavy breath as you felt the liquid dripping out of you.

That was amazing.

[emmu5]

Y/N & Ron Weasley Getting Caught Making Out by Fred and George

Y/n and Ron Weasley had been secretly dating for a few months now. They had managed to keep their relationship a secret even from Ron's mischievous older brothers Fred and George Weasley.

One sunny afternoon Y/n and Ron found themselves alone on the grounds of Hogwarts castle. They had been spending the day exploring the lake holding hands and stealing kisses whenever they could. Their hidden love was blossoming and they couldn't be happier.

Unbeknownst to them Fred and George had spotted the young couple from afar. Familiar mischievous grins spread across their faces as they tiptoed closer wanting to catch Ron in a compromising situation. As they got closer they saw Y/n and Ron hiding behind a tree their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Unable to contain their laughter Fred and George burst out from their hiding spot surprising Y/n and Ron. The couple jumped apart their faces flushing with embarrassment and surprise.

Fred with a mischievous glint in his eyes exclaimed "Well well well what do we have here? Our little Ronny-boy seems to have gotten himself a secret girlfriend!"

George added his voice filled with fake astonishment "And snogging behind our backs too! Mum and Dad are going to go bonkers when they find out."

Y/n blushed furiously unsure of how to react. Meanwhile Ron stumbled over his words trying to come up with an excuse. "Uh it's not what it looks like! We were just you know practicing...um first aid!"

The twins exchanged knowing looks before bursting into laughter.

"Practicing first aid eh?" Fred chuckled. "I didn't know snogging was part of the curriculum now!"

George added grinning "Well we can't let our baby brother have all the fun. We've got a few tricks up our sleeves too you know!"

Y/n couldn't help but laugh along with them relieved that Fred and George didn't seem angry or upset. Ron though still flustered couldn't help but give his brothers a playful shove.

"You two just can't stay out of trouble can you?" Ron said his face turning a shade of crimson.

Fred and George smirked and exchanged a glance before saying in unison "Nope it's just not in our nature!"

With that they all burst into laughter the tension and embarrassment of the moment fading away. Y/n realized then that getting caught by Fred and George wasn't the end of the world. In fact it had brought them all even closer together.

As they made their way back to Hogwarts Y/n clung tightly to Ron's hand feeling grateful to have been caught in the act. Fred and George may be mischievous but they were also protective and loving brothers who now knew that Y/n meant a lot to Ron.

Little did they know their secret love wouldn't stay hidden for long as Fred and George couldn't help but spread their mischief and announce their brother's newfound relationship to the entire school starting with a loud announcement in the Great Hall during dinner. But that was a whole other chaotic (and entertaining) story for another day.

Harry Potter Masterlist

[smittenbyvillains]

Day 28 - Family Affair - FW, GW

Warnings: fluff

Fred and George stared at you from across the room. It was a full party in the Gryfiindor common room. They are jealous about how you were dancing against Draco. They huffed and went over. They got between you two and blocked Malfoy from your view.

"You only dance with your twins Princess."

[glittervame]

My butterfly...

May I have this dance?

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! <3

Fred Weasly x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

As the first flakes of snow gently descended from the inky sky, Y/n found herself standing outside the ornate entrance of the great hall, her breath forming little clouds in the air. The Yule Ball was next month, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in her stomach. She didn't have a date yet but that didn't matter, she was well liked among her peers and there was still a number of boys that would like to take her to the ball.

But there was one boy in particular that she couldn't stop thinking about, and it wasn't just because he was her best friend Fred. Ever since they were kids, they had been inseparable, sharing countless adventures and secrets. And lately, she had started to see him in a different light. His mischievous grin and playful teasing made her heart race, and she couldn't deny the fact that she had a massive crush on him.

A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, "Y/n, you'll never guess what happened" Choe said while sitting next to her at lunch. "Harry Potter just asked me to the Ball!" She grinned, clearly delighted, "I was coming back from the Owlry (I can't spell that word i'm dumb) and I ran into Harry on my way down and he asked me, I had to say no though because Cedric already asked me to go with him" She says the rest with a sigh.

Y/n smiled at her friend, "That's great Choe! I'm happy for you" she said, trying to sound convincing. She glanced at Fred who was sitting across from them, his eyes locked on her, a playful glint in them. Y/n couldn't help but feel her heart race at the sight of him. "So," she began, trying to sound casual, "what do you think you're doing for your Christmas prank this year?"

Fred grinned, "Oh, you know us, we've got something big in the works" he said, winking at her. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at the attention, and for a moment, she forgot all about the crush she had on her best friend. They continued to chat about the ball, their plans, and their hopes for the holidays. As the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building inside her.

On the way to potions with Angelina, a boy from Hufflepuff stops them in the hallway with bouquet of Pansys and a nervous expression. "Um, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me, Y/n?" He stutters, holding out the flowers to her. Y/n is taken aback for a moment, not expecting this at all. She glances over at Fred and George, who are walking just a few feet behind them, trying not to laugh. "Oh, um… I-I…" she stammers, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Go for it, Y/n!" Angelina encourages, giving the boy a reassuring smile. "It's not like you have anything else going on, right?" She teases, nudging her friend playfully. Y/n laughs nervously, grateful for her friend's support. "Well, I-I mean, I guess so…" she says finally, taking the flowers and accepting the boy's invitation. "Thank you, Jackson," she says with a smile.

Fred and George exchange amused glances as they watch the exchange, Fred, feeling a mix of emotions. He's happy for his friend, but at the same time, He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He's always known that Y/n was the one girl who could never be interested in him in that way. She's been their best friend for too long, and they've shared too many secrets. But lately, He can't help but wonder what it would be like to be more than just friends with her.

As they walk away from the scene, Fred turns to George with a frown and says, "You know, I'm really happy for her, but man… I can't help but feel a bit left out." George nods in understanding, knowing exactly what his brother means. "Don't worry, mate," he says reassuringly, giving Fred a friendly punch on the shoulder. "There's always next year's ball, or the one after that. You never know what might happen."

Y/n is in a chipper mood for the rest of the day, and even the anticipation of the ball feels different now that she has a date. Fred and George, on the other hand, can't help but feel a bit down. They've always been there for her, but now that someone else is in the picture, they feel a little left out.

As the weeks leading up to the ball pass by, Y/n spends more and more time with Jackson than she did the rest of her friends. Fred didn't like it that The Hufflepuff boy was taking away her time with them. He tried not to show it, but he was hurt. Sometimes, when they were all together, she would catch him glancing at her, and it made her feel guilty. She tried to explain to him that she hadn't meant to leave them out, but Fred only seemed to grow more distant.

The night of the ball finally arrived, and Y/n was nervous but excited. She had borrowed one of her mother's old dresses, and it fit her like a glove. Jackson had gone all out with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, a pretty little baclet that matched her dress too.

Y/n had started to feel like something was off with Jackson a couple of weeks ago, he started to get more touchy and he started to be around her more. It was making her feel uncomfortable, but she didn't want to say anything. As they danced to the waltz, she couldn't help but feel his hand linger on her waist for too long. She tried to ignore it, but it made her feel even more uneasy.

Fred and George were also at the ball, George had come with Angelina, Fred didn't have a date but it seemed he was enjoying himself just fine. He spotted Y/n and Jackson from across the room and couldn't help but feel a little envious. As He watched them dance, something about the way Jackson was touching her made Fred's stomach churn. He knew that feeling, he had felt it before. He knew that Jackson was going too far, and he had to do something about it.

Deciding that he couldn't just stand there and watch, Fred excuses himself from his group and makes his way over to the pair. He approaches them cautiously, not wanting to ruin the night for either of them. "Um, Y/n, can I steal you for a moment?" he asks, offering her a small, apologetic smile, a new song plays in the back ground, "May I have this dance?" he holds out his hand towards her.

Y/n is taken aback by Fred's words and actions, but she's also grateful for the intervention. She looks at Jackson, who seems annoyed but tries to hide it. "Um, sure," she says, taking Fred's hand. As they begin to dance, she leans in and whispers, "Thanks for doing that."

Fred nods, feeling a little guilty himself. "Listen, I don't want to cause any trouble or anything, but I just had to make sure you were okay. Jackson, you're a…guy, but you need to give her some space."

Jackson's face turns red with anger, and he storms off the dance floor. Fred and Y/n exchange worried glances, not sure what to make of his reaction. But then George appears, clapping Fred on the shoulder. "Not bad, little brother," he says with a grin. "You handled that rather well."

Y/n thanks Fred once more, and they continue to dance. As they sway together to the music, she can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over her. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best friend lately," she says quietly. "I didn't mean to leave you out."

Fred shrugs it off. "Hey, we've been through worse. And besides, you're not alone anymore. You've got us, and that's all that matters." They share a small smile before Fred adds, "And who knows? Maybe one of these days, I'll find someone special too. Then we can double date or something."

Y/n frowns at his words, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry about that, Fred. I never meant to make you feel left out." She sighs, looking down at her feet as they dance. "You know I care about you both, right?"

Fred nods, knowing that she means it. "Yeah, I know. And it's okay. I just get a little protective sometimes." They share a moment of silence, lost in their own thoughts, before Fred speaks up again. "So, how are things with you and Jackson? Are you two, you know…" He trails off, leaving the question unspoken.

Y/n shrugs, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know, Fred. He's…he's different, I guess. But I'm not sure if that's a good different or a bad different." She pauses, considering her words. "I just want things to go back to how they used to be with us."

There's a beat of silence before she speaks again, "I didn't want to go to the ball with him Fred" she starts, trying to explain herself "I wanted to go with you" she glances up at him, her green eyes pleading with him to understand. "But I thought if I didn't, he'd be upset and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It's complicated."

Fred nods, understanding a bit more now. He takes a deep breath and then says, "Look, you don't have to make any decisions right now. Just take some time to think things through and figure out what you really want. And if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where I am."

Fred blinks and the tip of his ears turn red, "You wanted to go with me?" He whispers, the question barely audible over the music. "I would have loved to dance with you tonight." He smiles, feeling his heart skip a beat.

Y/n's cheeks flush pink in response to Fred's words. "I mean…I would have, if you'd asked." She stammers, trying to find the right words. "I guess I just didn't want to make things weird between us."

Fred shakes his head, "No, nothing's weird. And honestly, I should have asked. I just…I didn't want to assume anything." He takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions washing over him.

"So everything is right in the world?" she smiles at him

"Everything is alright my butterfly" He hums in response

The next morning Jackson found one single Yellow carnation on his plate a breakfast.

Rejection.

[dreamingofmarauders]

What about me?

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: In which Sirius Black doesn't treat you like the queen you are

Warnings: Neglect, fighting, yelling, crying, angst, some fluff (maybe? Not really?)

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You felt a smile slide onto your face as you heard the front shut. You quickly finished arranging the food for dinner onto two plates, and carried them to the dining table. Sirius came in just then as you placed the two plates. You smiled and immediately moved forth, throwing your arms around him.

"Hiya, Siri. How was work today?"

"Alright." Sirius mumbled out, his arms still hanging limp by his sides. "Listen, y/n, I'm really tired, Moody made us really work. Could you maybe... give me a bit of space?"

You felt a bit disappointed, those words making your heart hurt. Things weren't as they used to be. You and Sirius were both in the same house back at Hogwarts, just a year below him. However your bright and sweet charm soon had Sirius Black trailing after you like a lost puppy. By your sixth year and his seventh, Sirius had finally asked you out and you couldn't have been more delighted to say yes.

Once you graduated Hogwarts, Sirius offered you to move in with him into his flat and you were beyond happy. It was amazing, coming home after an exhausting day of work, only to curl up into each other's arms and enjoy a few moments of peace. Sirius worked as an auror, completing his last bit of training. Meanwhile you, were learning a bit more and in a few years hoped to become a magizoologist.

Everything was going wonderfully.

Until it wasn't.

Recently, things have been different. Sirius used to be very touchy, whether that meant an arm around your shoulder, or a hand on your waist, placing kisses on your face, head, and if he was sly enough, your lips. However now, he barely accepted your embraces, let alone give you some touch of affection. No lingering touches, no kisses. He would come home, eat and go to sleep. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke.

"Sure." You replied to him, taking a step back. Sirius turned over to the dining table, while you stood there, your eyes glossing over. You shook your head, regaining your composure. You slid into the chair across from Sirius.

"So, are you off from work tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

You tentatively asked, "Do you want to go out tomorrow? Maybe to a restaurant? I'm free as well."

Sirius hummed, "I'll think about it."

You nodded, before you remembered a funny incident earlier at Lily's house, which involved you, Lily, Marlene and Alice trying to bake, although when you tried to roll the dough into small little round balls, they turned out too sticky. After a confused five minutes, Lily came to the realization that most of the flour was missing. All eyes had turned onto Marlene who had taken up the job, and the blonde haired had sheepishly smiled, hands raised in surrender before all the girls burst into laughter.

A smile cast onto your lips as you began to speak, "Oh I was at Lily's today along with the girls, funny thing happened, Marlene-"

"Y/n, could you maybe not? I'm not in the mood." Sirius interrupted fixing you with an annoyed gaze.

You fell quiet, your heart beginning to break. This was what was happening nowadays. He barely paid attention to you, and would not pay attention when you tried to have a conversation with him. You both were drifting apart and you didn't know how to keep the last threads of the relationship from breaking. You were being pushed to the side, trampled upon, but not anymore.

Tears collected in your eyes and you angrily stood up.

"Am I not good enough for you? Do you not love me anymore?"

The sudden outburst had caused Sirius to look up in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

You scoffed in disbelief, "What am I talking about? What am I talking about?" You shouted. "You've been pushing me around for so long now! I hug you, you tell me to give you space! You never hold me, for crying out loud, I don't even remember the last time you gave me a kiss, or when we may have had an actual conversation!"

Sirius' face flooded with anger and he stood up as well, a fire in his eyes.

"So what am I supposed to do? Be glued to you every second of the day?!" He retorted. "I'm busy and tired, alright? Moody has been working us hard, and I can't seem to get any time to recover! Any free time I have is me trying to do other important stuff!"

Tears streamed down your face, "But you have time to go visit your friends, even go out the whole night while I sit here waiting for you to come back like you promised! You have time for everyone else but me!" You shouted, a sob escaping your mouth.

Sirius looked at you with an unbelievable look. "But they're my friends, they matter-"

"And what about me? Do I not matter to you? Why do I do so much for you only for you to toss me aside? I'm human too, I have feelings as well. What about me?" You breathed out in such a distraught voice, your body wracking with sobs, and Sirius' eyes slightly softened.

He'd never meant to hurt you.

Your sobs slowed down, and you wiped your tears away with determination.

"Not anymore. I'm not allowing you to treat me like crap, when I deserve to be treated so much better." You declared and you rushed to your shared bedroom with Sirius.

Sirius watched you go with furrowed eyebrows, confusion laced on his face. He followed your steps and thrust open the bedroom door, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

You were running about, clothes scattered everywhere as a suitcase sat upon your bed, already half full. You scrambled around until it seemed to suddenly hit you that you possess magic, and pulled out your wand, waving it in the air. All your clothes and belongings immediately rushed into the suitcase, which shut with a loud thud, zipping around securely.

"No." Sirius breathed out, causing you to look up at him as your suitcase was held in your hand.

"I need a break. I'm done, Sirius." You declared, trying to blink back the tears and hold down the tremble in your voice.

Sirius shook his head, "Darling, please, don't leave. I promise you I'll do better."

You closed your eyes, releasing a breath, "And then what? You'll go back on your word? Neglect me all over again?"

Sirius was crying now, shaking his head as he couldn't come to terms with the fact you were going to leave him. He fell to his knees, burying his face in your stomach, begging forgiveness, anything for you to stay.

"Love, please don't leave me. I promise you, I won't repeat my mistakes again. Please give me another chance." He cried, tightening his hold on you. The tears you had tried to keep at bay began to freely fall.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I love you so much but I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."

And despite Sirius' attempt to hold you back, you managed to extract yourself out of his grip and made it to the door. Sirius was on the floor, sobbing his heart out. He heard the front door shut and he felt as if his heart had gone with you.

"What have I done?"

[boyswhomakemelaugh]

tysm @swottydoodler for drawing my babies. Fred and Juno are super important to me and when she's not knee-deep in helping him and George with their latest prank, Juno is absolutely exasperated by his shenanigans in all of the best ways.

he is probably about to rope her into filling the slytherin team's practice bludgers with red and gold magically-adhesive glitter. again. (it makes spectacular flatulence noises and spews said glitter all over anyone whenever it gets hit with a beater's bat or makes contact with a person).

there'll be a fanfic focusing on juno eventually, when I'm not moving and have a bit more free time to write. until then I'll just be staring at this.