#fred gideon weasley

[acciojaeyun]

from the demographic i have acquired from my twitter, i have seen the trend:

fred weasley favs are to steve harrington favs;

the same goes for george weasley favs are to eddie munson favs.

with tumblr being a different environment as compared to twitter (a larger demographic, at that from my moots), i would like to know whether the same is applied here.

you are free to disagree.

[dearharriet]

Lover's rock by TV girl and Fred please!! Congrats on 150!!

thank you for the request lovely! i only realized after writing that the twins are born in spring, but we can pretend they’re summer babies for my sake ;( (wc: 1.4K)

The twins’ shared apartment is wearing an unusual intimacy tonight, shadowy and warm, with every window open to let the summer breeze drift through. Your friends are in the kitchen, which is a lovely thing to walk in on.

You’re just grabbing another coke to smuggle back to Fred's room, but you linger for a moment by the fridge. It’s the week of the twins' birthday, which will call for riotous celebration later, but for now they both swear they only want a small gathering of all their best mates. Angelina, Lee, Alicia, Katie, Oliver, and you.

Pressing the cool can to your flushed cheeks, you watch them all laugh, a bit faint with how much you want to remember this moment. It’s a testament to your awful crush on Fred that you pull yourself away at all, slinking down the hall into his room again.

“There you are,” says the man himself, bent over his old record machine. “Thought the girls might’ve persuaded you to abandon me.”

“Almost,” you tell him truly. “It’s hard to get us all together like this anymore.”

“It’ll just be a second,” Fred assures you, sifting through stacks of warped vinyls. “I know it’s in here somewhere.”

You take the moment of distraction to lay yourself out atop his cool bedspread, no doubt quilted by his mother.

“No rush.”

Your change of position takes Fred’s attention, and when he finds you, he can only blink. You stare back at him, feeling shy but not quite willing to show it.

“What?”

Fred shakes his head. “Nothing.”

You watch him resume his task, enjoying the way his shoulders fill out the casual tee he’s donned. All of you have known each other for so long, and yet you can’t quite pinpoint when Fred started looking so mature. It’s like it happened under your nose or overnight, a snap of a change just as you blinked your eyes.

“You’re staring.” Fred looks up to catch you, and you can only press your lips together.

“So?”

Neither you nor Fred seem to understand if this is a defense or an admittance, but the air in the room feels all the hotter for it. His eyes flash with a mischievous impulse you’ve seen a thousand times, and you expect some witty comeback. Instead, he just holds up a flimsy yellow square for you to see.

“Found it.”

Just like that, the moment diffuses, your aching chest deflating. You’re not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed.

“Finally,” you sigh. “Put it on, will you?”

He does, gently setting it into its cradle and starting the spin. By the time the song begins, he’s halfway onto the bed.

“Alright, if you don’t like it, you’re not allowed to tell me. It’s my birthday.”

“I like it already.”

Fred sprawls out on his back beside you, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. You can feel the heat radiating off of him in waves. He shoots a smile your way, boyish and sly. “That’s my girl.”

You try not to read too far into that—Fred says it all the time, and that’s just Fred—but it’s hard with the heat and the soft music. When it comes to feigning indifference, you’re something of a professional, except right now you’re hardly maintaining a regular color.

“I got you something really good for your gift,” you choke, desperate to change the subject.

“Did you, now?” Fred is still looking at you strangely, giddy like he’s waiting for a prank to pan out. Your heart is tumbling in your chest.

“Mhm. I think you’re really gonna like it.”

“I’m sure,” he agrees, his tone dulcet. “I’d like anything you gave me.”

“Oh, come off it,” you scoff breathlessly, cracking like an egg under his attention. Fred’s grin spreads wider, his eyes melting impossibly softer.

“What? I can’t say that?”

You shake your head, truly sick of his teasing.

“No. You’re being a tosser.” Fred’s disbelief rings out of him in a belly laugh. It’s stupid to let it hurt your feelings, but your reactions to Fred have never quite been rational.

“I’m complimenting you, pretty girl.”

The nickname sends a shock of heat through you, equal parts excitement and fury. “You’re making fun.”

“No,” Fred says, and though he’s still wearing a ghost of a smile, his voice is sharp and stern. You can’t bear to look at him, painfully aware of the fact that he’s peering right into the soft center you’ve been harboring for years.

The record plays like a drama now, some sort of cruel irony in its sweeping romanticism singing behind the end of a decade-long friendship.

“I can see you creating a tragedy in your head over there.”

Bracing yourself, you chance a look at Fred. He’s pushed onto one elbow, watching you carefully, knowingly.

“Am not,” you insist.

In response, he only chuckles lightly, like it’s fine that you are and it’s fine that you’re lying about it.

“I don’t play with feelings,” Fred says, “you know that. If I call you pretty, it’s ’cause you are.”

Thinking that can’t possibly be true, you argue, “You play with my feelings all the time.”

“Or you misunderstand me,” he implies, raising his brows, “all the time.”

You blink at him, unsure what to think of that. If Fred liked you, he’s not the type to let it go unsaid. You would know. Surely you would know. Unless, of course, you’ve been a complete fool.

“Really?”

Fred nods, exasperated fondness painted over his features. “Really.”

Covering your face with your hands, you ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Darling, trust me, I tried. You were too cussed to believe me.”

It’s all too much, you can’t believe your own ignorance.

“Fred,” you whine, face flushed for every reason but the heat. He takes your wrists, encouraging your hands down.

“Look, you know now,” he assures you, though he’s still much too amused for your taste, “so you don’t have to worry.”

Your tumultuous heart seems to settle, albeit aching like it’s been mauled by a bear.

“Will you ever forgive me?”

Fred squeezes your wrists as he smiles, and you can’t believe you hadn’t seen it before—the heat in his gaze, the rapt attention. Looking back through years of hazy memories, you realize you can’t pinpoint the beginning of that behavior from him, if there ever was one. Fred has always been Fred, horribly flirty and without boundaries, and you chose to assume he wasn’t serious.

“I’ll forgive you,” he says, “on one condition.”

The pitter-patter of your heart picks up again.

“Yes?”

Leaning close, Fred says, “you have to give me a birthday kiss.”

Your lips twitch with an unbidden smile. “You’re horrible.”

“I’m horrible?” Fred asks, stilling his descent on you. “You won’t do it then?”

“I’ll do it.” As you say so, your hands skirt up Fred’s arms and shoulders to weave into his hair, pulling him closer. “But not because I want to.”

“No,” he breathes, and your senses gather him and only him, “of course not.”

Your lips touch gently, just brushing and feeling against one another. You’re trying very hard not to smile, but it becomes a laborious task when Fred inches deeper, taking your bottom lip between his. After a moment, though, he pulls back.

“One sec,” he says, and slides off the bed.

You watch him move to the record player, which is spinning around the end of the vinyl. You hadn’t even realized it stopped.

“Freddie.”

Both your and Fred’s attention snaps to the door, locking on a very smug looking George. Having no other reference for how you might appear, you look to Fred, and it’s not promising. His lips are smudged pink from your lipstick, and his hair is a mess in the back. It would take an idiot not to know what you two were doing.

Still, George doesn’t object, he just inflates his words with enough self-satisfaction to kill.

“Cake and presents soon. Try to wrap up whatever you’re doing in here.”

Just like that, he’s gone.

Seemingly unfazed, Fred flips the vinyl in his hands and starts it again.

“Shouldn’t we go?” you ask.

Crawling back up the bed, Fred settles into your space again, much closer than before.

“Not yet. Let’s give the b-side a listen.”

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[keykeep]

KINKTOBER DAY 17- SWEET SUGAR CANDYMAN - FRED WEASLEY

Warnings: food play, oral (M), Oral (F), sex

Fred Weasley awoke to the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies coming from the kitchen. He loved being home because his mother always made sure there were enough treats. And as he ate she always complained about how her kids weren’t being fed enough and that they were all skin and bone and it’s her job to keep them healthy before handing them a gift box full of their favourite foods.

However, as he descended the stairs he was surprised that it wasn’t his mother cooking but his fiancé. She was standing in the Weasley kitchen listening to muggle music on their dad's record player wearing nothing but his T-shirt and a pair of booty shorts.

She danced around the kitchen stirring the bowl by hand. She loved muggle cooking and preferred wizard cleaning. He snaked his hands around your waist as he moved your long hair to kiss down your neck. “It smells so good”he said sniffing you as you giggle.

“ Where is everyone?” he asked breath tickling your neck “Everyone is enjoying the hot weather, they are shopping, eating or have errands to do, so we are home alone, I woke up early and asked Molly if I could bake some treats for everyone ” he smiled at this as it was rare to see his large family all out at the same time, and even rarer was it for his mother to let anyone into her kitchen. This brought a bigger smile to his face knowing you were accepted by his family.

As his hands reach under your shirt to feel your chest feeling the hard nipples in his hands while he kisses you passionately. He stops to pull the shirt over your head “ I love this shirt on you but I love it better off”

He takes a cookie off the counter and pops it into his mouth, savouring the hot chocolate taste and oozing melting chocolate. As he moans. You swat his bare chest with your hand. “Freddy, don’t spoil your appetite”. His cock twitched at this as he raised his eyebrows at you. He reached into your hand prying the bowl out of your hands and setting the bowl down on the bench, As he kisses you.

“ I couldn’t possibly spoil my appetite for you love, us Weasleys have a good appetite and we love to eat” As he said that he presses himself into you and you feel his cock stir in his pants. With one swift motion he swept everything off the counter with his arm and lifts you onto it. “ oh what a mess” you sigh as he kisses you, hands travelling down your body. “ I’ll clean it,” he says with a wave of his wand.

He takes a moment to admire you sitting on his childhood home's kitchen bench in nothing looking like a snack“ I think I’m starving for you I need my breakfast” he says kissing you. “Freddy aren’t you full from last night?” You ask about your quiet bedtime antics in his old bedroom. “Weasleys have massive appetites” he mumbles against your mouth as he lifts you into his arms as takes your shorts off before putting you down again. 

As you put your face to his and kiss his lips, his neck and ears with your passionate mouth, your hands work his Pyjama pants down as he steps out of them.

You wrap your legs around his waist with his cock in his hand pointing straight up to your entrance. You moan against him as his cock enters you with a push of his waist. Slowly at first but quicker with each pump. As he started to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside you. Your hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, matching him stroke after stroke.

And then it happened, the release of energy as passion from each other to each other as he explodes inside you and you also erupt, as you exchange bodily fluids in an act of passion and love. They come down in a sweaty, panting mess, their lips and tongues still exploring each other’s mouths. You untangle your bodies as your able to get your ability to move your legs without shaking. You smell an unpleasant smell wafting from the oven.

You jumped down off the bench running over to the oven and opened the door to a charcoal catastrophe. “Freddy they burnt,” you said pulling the tray out of the oven to show him. His hand smooths over your hair “don’t worry love, I’ll help you make more”.

Both of you getting dressed in your pyjamas again. He cleaned while you worked away on the batter for the second time. You scooped them onto the tray as Fred stood close behind you brushing your hair out of your face as he says “ hey, you have a little something there” next thing you feel his tongue licking down your neck.

You gasp as you lean closer to him, his mouth leaving little marks on your neck. His finger dipped into the mixture before running his fingers down your chest leaving a sticky cookie batter behind. “I’ve made you sweeter,” he says before he pulls your clothes off once again, as he dips his long finger into the batter again drawing on your body with food, from your chest, your abdomen. Before you knew it, there was more cookie dough on you than in the bowl.

As he smirked “my favourite part, licking you clean” his lips clash against yours moaning together, before his tongue follows the trail he left himself. Your moans fill the air as his tongue continues down your neck, your chest paying special attention to your nipples sucking them firmly. His hands hold your waist as his tongue licks down your abdomen as it continues down.

Your breathing gets shallower as he licks further and further down your body, as his teeth gently nibble your thighs close to your wet centre. He lifts his head to look at you “my favourite candy” before plunging his lips against you, his tongue thrashing against your clit, you groaned as you pushed his head deeper against you. You moan as he parts your wet folds and slides his tongue into you. Licking the remaining cum left inside you. As you writhe in pleasure, squirming as he holds your hips tight to stop you from moving around against his face. He flicks his tongue again and again into you before flicking your clit faster and faster. You can feel another orgasm building up until you feel your inner walls spasm, and wetness rushes out of you.

You sigh contently as you rummage in the refrigerator “ I’m missing an ingredient” you announced. Pulling out a can of whipped cream. You smile to him shaking the can up to thicken the mixture inside. “All this fucking and I haven’t ate” you whine as you push him back onto the bench.

His cock stands up straight, stiff and hard as you leave a generous helping on his abdomen, his cock and balls. You softly kiss down his stomach. Relishing in the salty taste mixed with delicious sweet cream feeling his abdomen flex as you lick. You dragged your tongue across one of the blobs of cream kissing and licking closer to his groin.

He sucked in a breath as your tongue ran the length of his penis. Licking off the sugary coating leaving behind your saliva on his skin. You brought the can over him again spraying little trails of cream over his cock before your tongue licked him clean with slow strokes.

Your mouth came down to lick the wetness from his tip tongue swirling over his slit. You slid him further filling your mouth with his long cock. Feeling his hips buck up pushing himself further. A satisfying popping sound as you released him.

Your hands continued to twist up and down his shaft. Your lips traced the vein on the underside of his cock. Earning a groan from Fred. As your tongue worked him. With each bob of the head, you tried to take him in a little further.

Until you could feel him at the back of your throat. He gripped your hair roughly bucking against your mouth. You were aware he was ejaculating as you felt streams of liquid coat your tongue. As he started to descend from his convulsions. She released her mouth from him.

“Bloody Hell,” said Ron dropping his bags at the door. surveying the mess of the kitchen as well as his naked brother and his soon-to-be sister-in-law.

“Hey, brother want a cookie? ” Fred said nonchalantly. “God, this is what they are like at home I gotta move out,” sighed George. “Hey George,” you said, waving your wand to clean the kitchen before turning to Fred “hey babe I am a hot sticky mess, wanna have a shower?” Fred’s eyebrows shot up as he chased you up the stairs.

“Like Rabbits those two” Ron Scoffed.

[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

[murderoushagthesequel]

listen... fremione? more like brainbeater

@canyouhearmyfear

[anxioussweasley]

Hii! I love your work!

I was wondering if you could write one about Fred??? I love him so much.

Can it be where its late at night, it can be after the war and he doesnt die. He is doing long distance with you and he facetimes you bc he misses you?

Broken Line

Word count: ???

Warnings: cursing? (maybe idk I don’t remember), mentions of war, injury, long distance relationship, nightmares. (It’s all very minimal) slight angst and fluff.

A/n: thank you for the request! This is the first thing I have written in a while, so I hope it’s good! I recently got a new job and have not had much time for writing but this idea was really exciting to me. I hope you enjoy! Also I’m sorry this is king of short.

He didn’t want to bother you. He really didn’t. It was 5am for him and he was surprised he had made it nearly all the way through the night but it was midnight for you and he really didn’t want to wake you.

You were currently staying with family in the states and the time difference had been driving Fred crazy for the past few months. Especially when he would wake up in the middle of the night from the dreams. Bloody fucking war, he thought. Not only had it sent you across the Atlantic but it had left him with a bad knee and an inability to sleep.

He didn’t want to bother you. He really didn’t. But he missed you, and he was tired and his brain would never win an argument with his heart when he was tired.

He hit the call button. The phone only rang once. You weren’t suprised to get the call. But based on your bed head and the grogginess in your eyes Fred knew you weren’t entirely prepared for it. A soft smile was on your face as you answered the FaceTime.

“Freddie?”

“Hey, love bug.” Fred didn’t mean to sound so distraught, but there was a heavy air to his voice you easily picked up on. Fred could tell by the way you sat up straighter and forced your eyes open wider that he had worried you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just- nothings wrong, just miss you.” Your tensed shoulders fell slightly and that easy smile came back to your face.

“I miss you too. I’ll be home in a few weeks.” You were trying to be reassuring but Fred made a face that told you the wait was a few weeks to long. A few weeks. The mere thought of it was overwhelming and Fred felt nothing but defeated.

“I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I miss you is all. Wish we didn’t have to keep talking over the line like this.”

You couldn’t deny that Fred’s words hurt. “Do you- you don’t think we’re just waisting time? Like... we’re growing apart?”

Fred immediately looked guilty. “No! I don’t- I don’t think that. I just wish you were here. Wish I could wake up to you. Some nights are worse than others.”

“You had another one of your dreams?” It was more a statement than a question but you had grown so good at reading him you didn’t have cause to be unsure.

“Yeah,” Fred let out a sigh of surrender, “I almost made it through the night. Thought I could handle it without bothering you. I’m sorry I know it’s late there.”

You took a second to fully take Fred in. He had been pulling at his hair again, the ginger mess sticking up in every direction. His eyes were tired, though that was to be expected, but the dark circles under them were so obvious it nearly looked like makeup. He looked exhausted and you wished more than anything you could be there for him in person. “You never have to apologize Fred. Ever. You are not bothering me. I love you and I miss you just as much as you miss me.”

“That’s not possible,” Fred smiled slightly.

“You are such a romantic.”

“Yeah, right. like the time I asked you out after dropping a bucket of ink on you,” Fred chuckled.

“Or that time you accidentally gave me a fainting fancy and then failed to catch me and I was in the hospital wing for two days with a broken collarbone,” you added.

“I told you you were gonna fall head over heals for me,” Fred laughed, his normal smirk returning to his face.

“That I did.” You answered easily.

“I can’t wait for you to come home. I really miss you.”

“Just a few more weeks, and then I will never leave your side again. I miss you all the time.”

Fred smiled in acknowledgment. The two of you moving the conversation onto catching up. Fred told you about how the shop was doing after reopening and the rest of his siblings, you told him about America and your family. It was brief but light conversation and after Fred felt surprisingly like his normal self.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, brow quirked. Fred loved the expression, it was one he saw often from you and his love for it grew every time.

“Making me feel better... making me feel like normal.” His voice was soft and full of love, and gratitude, and heartache and the sound alone made you want to cry.

You didn’t know exactly what to say. It was such a loaded profession of gratitude. You couldn’t just say ‘no problem’ and call it settled. “I would give anything to make you happy.”

“Just talking does wonders,” Fred smiled.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“That’s not possible.” You repeated his earlier words, bringing a brilliant smile to his face.

“I’ll call you in the morning?”

“Yes, please. And please try to get some more sleep. I love you.” You answered.

“I’ll do my best. I love you too.”

[normallynormalart]

I love long hair James Phelps.

[wolfstarsdaughters-blog]

My Fred Weasley playlist with a storyline

(Timeline; catching feelings ~you and Fred get closer~ start dating ~falling hard for him ~fights;breaks~getting back together, falling back in love ~battle of hogwarts happens ~you lose Fred and find out he died~the aftermath.)

[murdersandsweets]

Happy Birthday to the loml🤭

cred:Talxais

[badsmellyboy]

I want to practice writing but am running short on ideas rahh

I'll write literally anyone from golden trio era,, just send in an ask!

[goldenromione]

Has anyone stopped to think that the reason Molly Weasley tried so hard to keep her children from sitting in on the Order meetings and from engaging in missions wasn't because she didn't think that they were mature enough, but because she knew first-hand what it was like to grow up too fast due to a war? To lose family just as eager to fight as they were capable?

[acciojaeyun]

thinking about how fred weasley suits the trope, “they fell first, but he fell hard.”

i just know fred has the dynamic of friendly rivals or the classic enemies to lovers.

his partner would have been from another house, specifically a slytherin. or should it be from a different house, it’d be:

A gryffindor who’s silent at the corner of the common room but was never outspoken about their amusement with the twins’ pranks, or never really cared that much about it, wasn’t just their cup of tea;

A ravenclaw whose friends are friends with george and fred, and one time when they were all conversing and the twins are bragging about their upcoming invention or some shit, raven goes “yeah i’m pretty sure that’s not how it works;” or,

A hufflepuff prefect who is the one constantly bringing the twins trouble through write ups and lost house points.

to sum up every possible partner from every house: he’s annoyed with you. and he’s determined to prove you wrong. and a rival will you ever be.

a rival. sure.

but in the midst of the petty rivalry and shit, you see him in a different light - you didn’t know what clicked, but the moment you fucking caught his gaze at one class about amortentia (if you were in the same year); or in the great hall (if you were not in the same year) - it just clicked.

he may have made a face, and while it should have annoyed you primarily - it didn’t. in fact, it made you blush.

goddamn it, we blush over rivals now?

but it wasn’t easy, you know. coming into terms with your feelings about him. but you decided to keep it in and just playfully flirt with him while at the “rivalry” stage of your dynamic.

fred noticed the change in dynamic, of course. he’d notice when your gaze didn’t hold that much stoic as compared to before. it was…playful? when did you ever become playful? and flirty?

with him? what the fuck?

but fred being fred, decided to flirt back. without any intentions of being in a relationship. hey, flirting is fun. he was a king at that; if anything, fred flirted with everyone and anyone - leading to a trail of false hopes and whatnot.

the moment the person he’s flirting with (unintentionally at that) confesses to him about their feelings or asks them out, fred sighs and grimaces, the following words being spoken as if he already knew it by heart:

“bloody hell, i’m sorry, i didn’t know…”

and followed by the:

“i have to focus on my shop with my twin, if anything, let’s see what happens from there, yeah?”

but it was through a one-on-one talk with hermione and you, have you realised that fred was not serious with his flirting - nor will he ever be.

“you know he prioritises his future first, right?” hermione asks you one night as she sees you with a bag full of candies from honeydukes and some items from zonko’s - a gift you wanted to anonymously give to fred on valentine’s day.

“what?” you’d ask, blushing at the fact you were caught by someone, a close friend of his, at that. hermione sighs, “fred,”

and it is when she motions at the gifts that you were holding did it click to you - she was talking about fred. not just fred, though. you AND fred.

“oh,” was all you could ever reply. “yeah, he has…rejected a lot of admires because he wanted to focus on his future, you know? didn’t really expect that from him - but, you know fred, he’s unpredictable.”

the gifts weren’t gifted, by the way. you decided it’d be best if you ate the sweets; i mean, you tried everything fred loved in honeydukes - it’s about time you’re accustomed with the taste.

how about the zonko shit? well, you asked hermione if she could dispose of it or give it to anyone who were not either fred or george (she gave it to lee).

not only that, but you detached yourself from fred. the flirting decreased, so did the unnecessary rivalry banter. everything decreased until it was diminished.

you thought you were being very sly about it - but, fred noticed it all.

in the way you only held his gaze for a millisecond before dropping it and turning away from him

in the way you gave a tight-lipped smile and excused yourself whenever he throws a cheeky wink

in the way you readjusted your eating schedule (you used to time that with his) an hour earlier than his usual time, so that you were either leaving or not in the great hall when he arrives

when you silently dreaded being partnered with him, and in return, you remained in work mode, easing your way out of his flirting and going back to work mode

fred weasley noticed it all. and he was going crazy about it.

he started missing your smiles; and the way your voice sounded so good in falsifying your anger directed at him when he knew you were just amused.

he was missing your dynamic - and for the love of godric, fred weasley was and is missing you.

and everything worsened when you were getting closer with george. he didn’t know what the hell happened, but he was sure he didn’t like it.

fred weasley was jealous. he was jealous because his twin was with you, and he wasn’t. hell, he didn’t even know what happened, and why you suddenly became cold around him!

“what’s with you and george?” he’d ask, but you’d shrug. “friends,” you would reply, unfazed. counting the jobberknoll feathers in your hands.

“it doesn’t look like it,” fred mutters. “well, whatever it is in your mind is your own doing, not ours.” you muttered back.

“what the hell did i ever do to you?” he would raise his voice slightly.

and you’d stop counting; you dropped the feathers and excused yourself from class, wanting an escape from the situation fred has pulled you in.

those were all in fifth year. and it wasn’t until the yule ball did everything bite you back in the arse.

fred took angelina to the ball. it fucking killed you. you went alone; displeased and unescorted. you didn’t even know if you looked good. well, at least, fred did. but when angelina leaned in, it was enough.

you ran away from the great hall, and little did you know fred followed suit.

“you left,” fred states. “glad to know you still see me, weasley.”

fred grimaces. has it really been forever? “you shut me out,” fred points out, and you can’t help but feel guilty about it. “you never told me why. i didn’t even know what i did.”

“i don’t want to ruin your dreams, fred.” you’d sigh, defeated. fred raises an eyebrow, “my dream?”

“you’re so determined about your shop. you’ve been dreaming about it since fourth year. i don’t want to ruin that for you.”

fred sighs, and walks towards you. “darling,” he starts, cupping your face and pulls it towards him to meet his gaze, “you’ve wrecked every plan the moment i knew i was head over heels in love with you,” he breathes out, running his thumb over your cheek.

you met his gaze, eyes glossy from the vulnerability. you held his hands that were cupping your face, tilting your head up slightly, you pouted. fred would laugh and tease your lips by kissing the corners, and you’d whine.

“i love you too, freddie,” you’d whisper.

“i’ve known,” he chuckles, “and i’ve been too daft too realise i was in love with you, too, until i lost you.”

you nuzzled your cheeks to his hand, eyes never leaving his. and in a skip of a heartbeat, fred leans in, to which was his first kiss - one that he denied everyone of with the reason of his future - one that everyone knew was his shop, but one that fred was certain was you.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT.

[dearharriet]

Fred Weasley 🍃

+ drabbles

Fred confesses on his birthday

+ more to come!

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[keykeep]

You’re Not Him - George Weasley

Authors note:Apologises for not uploading for ages. Life has been hectic.I had a shit night so imma make everyone sad with me. This song is called she’s not him by Miley Cyrus in bold.

I want to start by saying thank you, i’m going to miss you hunny

The tears run down your cheeks and your hands clutch onto his sweater you’re wearing, the smell lingers and you know it will start smelling less and less of him, you don’t care that your makeup is running all you care about is how the love of your life is in a wooden box while you’re alive.

You gave me things you can’t buy back with money. You changed my life. You’ve been my world

The experiences you and Fred had were priceless.

The pranks, the date nights, family gatherings.

You’d even settle for another argument with him just to have him here.. with you.

There’s no other guy that looks like you darling . Those eyes, that tongue,those teeth, that body

Fred grew up a twin brother and although they were difficult to tell apart. You look across to George who is now a broken shell of a man. His eyes are lifeless weighed down by the heavy bags under them.

You spent countless hours counting every freckle on Fred’s face as he slept beside you, when his eyes fluttered open and the morning sun caught them and make them sparkle. You had that colour etched into your memory.

Even though we’ve gone to outer space.

Still no one can take his place.

Your not him.

No matter what you say,

No matter what you do

Every day you see George at the Burrow, you and Ron try to convince George to go to work at the joke shop. You both talk his ear off with new ideas but he never talks and you suspect he never listened. Every day you know it’s pointless to keep trying but every day you hope that he will let you in. You know deep inside, you could never fill Fred’s shoes.

I just can’t fall in love with you cause your not him

After Fred’s death you wondered if you could fall for his twin but it was impossible. He was too good and innocent for you. You missed Fred’s mischievous side.

Sneaking into your dormitory or Sneaking you into his room. Sneaking out of detention or sneaking kisses in class.

His ability to flirt and make your knees go weak when he gave you the look.

And maybe it’s beyond my control, some sort of chemical reaction.

Making it impossible to let him go.

Losing a family member is hard, you’ve had the experience first hand but when you lose the other half of yourself, no more twin telepathy, no more inside jokes.

As much as George knew his family was grieving no one could understand his loss when he looks in the mirror and hates what he sees.

You deserve a heart much bigger than one that’s torn in two

You know that one day your heart will heal but looking over at George. You knew his heart would forever be fractured for the scars of his best friend will remain. Fred was so young but George didn’t deserve his heart torn apart.

Every time you walk through my door.

I swear to god you’re more beautiful than before.

But your not him.

As time passed and you watched as George came alive again. The colour returning to his cheeks a less tired hilarious boy emerged and as he grew older you watched him blossom into a confident man, you weren’t surprised he got married or had kids.

But nothing would ever replace the love of your life.

[slayingqueenchal]

fred x dyslexic reader

the reader in having a hard time in english( reading something) and fred helps

I just got diagnosed and wanted comfort

Here, ill help you | fred weasley x f!dyslexic!reader

Summary : you had a hard time reading so fred helps you read

Warning : fluff, petnames like 'love'

Notes : im not diagnosed with dyslexia but I'm sure I'm dyslexic, and also my cousin was diagnosed with dyslexia so this is inspired by her chats 😭😭

"Freddie, how in the world did laurie felt to the right? " You said, sighing at your beaten up copy of little women.

Fred moves his chair closer to yours, and said "love, laurie fell to the right" Leaving you with an oh.

That was the first time you Were bad at reading. You couldve swore that it said laurie felt to the right, but, when Fred reads it, it suddenly changes.

This also happens in class quite often, which snape loves. Snape love making fun of you reading the wrong thing, and he purposely make you read the most.

Sure most people are fine with it, but, you've mistaken words so much that when Snape makes fun of you, the whole class laughed ; except for Fred.

Even if Fred's a bit annoyed, he'll be nice. It became a common thing, that Fred sit next to you, and when you were told to read, he whispers what the book says.

Some muggleborns told you that you were what muggle call dyslexic,

"Dys- Dys what? " You said, "dyslexia, it's when.. Someone have a hard time reading, even in their first language" The muggleborn said.

That day on, you've learnt to accept it. But sometimes it can be tough.

"Fred, are you seeing this, meg is eating.. The desert? " You said, showing him your book. "Love.." Fred chuckles, "it's meg eating dessert, you know, the cakes and the ice creams? " .

"Oh" You realized. It was always the words being.. Magic? Once someone sees it it's different. But, Fred is fine with it. And, most of the time you give up reading any book, but, Fred makes you a little study and reading session, because the girl who told you you were dyslexic told him you were dyslexic. Although Fred doesn't know what dyslexia is, he cared for you, and he proved it.

Every evening, Fred reads you everything you're going to learn tommorow. "So, you need one vial of-- love? " He said, looking at you.

Your soft snores, and closed eyes, were beautiful to him. "Someone is sleepy" Fred grins, "I love you"

",'ove 'ou too" You snuggled up in his hands, ready to sleep.

[fleursfairies]

i can just tell that gideon and fabian prewett were hot