#fred weasley lives

[cherry-pop-elf]

Birthday Boys

It’s Fred and George’s birthday, and you wanted to give them something very special. It’s hard to give them something like that, but you are married to them for a reason. As if they would ever settle for someone boring, now would they?

Warnings: 18+, Double Penetration (A and V), teasing, breeding, overstimulation, dirty talk, birthday suits ((hehe)) lipstick kink(?) and of course Fred Lives. Because I said so ((George still missing an ear tho! Bleh-!))

“Well what’s this?” George would blink, as a paper airplane would land itself on his desk. Fred would raise a brow, as he set down the ink he had grabbed for his younger twin. It’s April First. The ever busiest day of the year, and their birthday as well. That meant they were swamped with work, and just trying to finish the day. The shop may be closed, now, but damn they were still drowning.

“Don’t just stare at it, open it up-!” Fred would bonk the younger twin, with his wand, making him fix at his hair. He would give a grumble, as he unfolded the neat little parchment. By the hand writing alone, he knew it was from you. What was written made him a bit flushed in the cheeks. Always was the more emotional of the two, so Fred was quick to look over his shoulder. Reading along.

To my special Birthday Boys. You two have been working so hard all day. Such a wonderful occasion deserves a present, doesn’t it? I better expect you to leave paper work for later, and hurry up to our bedroom. It gets rather chilly being all alone. I don’t want your present to get cold either. Not when I worked so hard to wrap it all up so nicely in purples and oranges. If you don’t want it, I’ll be more than happy to make use of it all myself. Sincerely yours~!

Never had they side alone aparated so fast in their life. Gave you quite the startle, to suddenly see them. You should have figured they wouldn’t waste time, but boy they move fast. Even after all these years together, it catches you by surprise. Though, this time they were the ones with wide eyes this time around.

There you were, in the middle of the bed, dressed to the nines. A array of orange, and purple, fabric against your skin. Stockings of lace. Done up so pretty to mimic that of a fire work, with little dots all around. The fingerless arm length gloves had to be, as to help bring focus to how bare the rest of you were. Nothing else to your skin, but your own birthday suit. Besides so heavy makeup, because you knew they loved it when it got all ruined. What really sold it was the bows all over you. Around your thighs, wrists, neck, just for the comical effect of a birthday present. Hey, it’s April Fools. Gotta get silly.

“H-“ Before you could get a single syllable out, they were on you. Like starving dogs. Clothes were flying, and your body was quick to be sandwiched between the two men. Your neck attacked in kisses, and their ever rough hands trailing your skin. Tracing all the invisible lines they had tracked on you.

“Guess you like the surprise-?” You joked, as you were leaning yourself against Fred. While George was enjoying your front. Sucking plenty of hickies on your skin, while Fred was enjoying playing with your nipples. Had you squeak, and flush, as he was enjoying the happily given toy.

“Taking that as a yes-“ You sighed, as you were just a meal for the wolves. Wolves that always had your flavor of flesh in mind. It just felt so good to be so desired. To be wanted so badly, it could hurt. Especially after such an exhausting day, they needed to get that pent up steam out.

“Been thinking about you all day long-“ George would sigh, as he stole your lips into his own. Happily allowing your lipstick to stain his own, while your hips rubbed onto the building hard on in Fred’s lap. Just a tangle of wild limbs, and you couldn’t have loved anything more.

“Come on, save some for me. Give em here-“ And you would be stolen by Fred next. Making sure he got his lips stained all the same. George didn’t complain, as he would let the lipstick residue trail over your exposured chest. Designing you, as Fred let his tongue do any talking he had left.

You enjoyed the sensual, and slow, pace. Made you fall into the mood far easier. But, you knew why they were being so gentle. Gentle starts always ended with you drooling and utterly delirious. They were going to destroy you, to your core, and that had you so hopeful.

“Just look at you.” They breathed, in unison, as you were just a doll in their hands. Your body leaning into Fred’s, with his legs spread to make sure you were comfortable. Meanwhile George was above you, on his knees, and taking in the sight. Just starving for you, while Fred was busy with the bedside table. Making sure to grab some lube, as you realized what you signed up for.

“Don’t say I never treat you.” That had them laugh, at your comment. Sweet little feathery kisses were given to your face, and neck, while the line was passed to each other. Slicking themselves up, before using the residue to make sure you were nice and comfortable. A thank you, for such a wonderful present.

“Wrapped up in such a pretty bow.” Fred sighed, as he stuck two fingers inside of you. That had you bite your lip, before the mimicking motion from George made it slip out. Fred was in your ass, and George was in your core. Able to copy each other’s movements in perfect unison. Some call it disturbing, you call it heaven.

“Damn, wet as hell. Don’t even need lube. We’re so excited to get to be our gift, weren’t you? Isn’t that sweet Fred-?” “Oh the ever sweetest George. We love it when you get excited. Gets us excited.” They echoed each other, while making sure to lather as much as they could. Knowing you would need it, and still remembering to put your needs first. Just gentle motions, as they made sure to cover as much as two fingers could. Teasing away at your sensitive spots, just to make you squirm.

“I can’t wait any more.” “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” And like that, the fingers were removed. You whined at it, which made them smirk. Now, you were feeling them pressed against you. They planned to go in, at the exact same time. It made your heart race. To imagine, being stuffed so quickly.

“How about we-“ But they broke through the tight barrier, and your mind was mush. Not so much from pain, just the over whelming sensation of being so full. To feel your insides grow so tight, as your muscles were being pulled yet pushed at the same time. Was a fluttery experience. Somehow so light, yet couldn’t be heavier.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ You heard Fred whisper into your ear, while your blurry eyes could make out that George was hardly able to keep his own open. Biting into his stained lip, as to not whimper too early. To last, but damn. You knew he was fighting for his life.

Once they were both fully inside, the three of you just stayed that way. A mixture of wanting to make sure you were adjusted, and them not wanting to end the game so soon. How embarrassing that would be. Least that meant you were being pampered. With heavy breathing, and wet kisses on your skin. A means to help you relax, and it worked.

“Lucky me, I get to be the first one to pump you full. Isn’t that nice of Fred? To let me be the one to pump your little womb full?” That had your face burn. Yeah, you three were trying, but none of you exactly went into to much details on how such a thing would plan out. Given Magic was involved, with everything, isn’t a dumb guess to think these two will somehow knock you up at the same time. Just made you all the more flushed, as Fred would rub over your stomach.

“Don’t worry. When he’s done with you, we will switch. I can’t just waste it all in your ass. I love that cute thing, but I love you being full of out kids more.” Fred moaned, as he finally moved his hips. Just in time with George’s. The feeling of two at once, in different holes. Truly a fuzzy experience.

Your hands found George’s shoulders, while Fred grabbed your legs. Keeping you spread as wide as they could, as they rocked their hips into you. Such perfect calculations to make sure your mind stayed in that blissful fuzz. Was leaving you with your nails into Georges skin.

“Come on, love. You gotta moan louder for me. I’m missing an ear over here. Give me some noise-!” George cackled, as Fred took that as a que to pick up the pace. Your head was rolling itself back, and leaned on Fred’s shoulder. Giving George exactly what he wanted, after all. Louder moans, whimpers, gasps, and plenty of smacking flesh to fill in between.

“So cock drunk, and the night hardly started.” Fred teases, as he bit into your shoulder. Needing to steady himself, but the feeling was too much. George would have agreed, if it were vocal. They were getting sloppy with their movements, and you wouldn’t last long either. Especially since George was now planting sloppy kisses against your lips. Leaving you two a jumble mess of spit and moans.

Hearing their desperate breaths, and whimpers of trying to hold on, it was what brought you over the edge. By proxy, your tightening grip in your body had them gasp. Their hips stuttering, as they came inside of you. Throbbing, and having a shake in their system.

Riding it out was such a warm feeling. Felt like everything was on fire, in all the best ways. Already so exhausted, and ready to just sleep, but….They weren’t making any April fools joke with you. Just as your eyes closed, they moved.

You have a squeak, before a breathy moan, as they pulled out. Left such a mess between all your legs, before you were flipped around. Your hands now on Fred’s chest, and ass presented to George. Out right lining up again.

“Perk-A-Boo~!” Fred teases, as he poked your nose. Just as you wiggled it, they thrusted right back into you. The stimulation of being restuffed was mind melting. Right after your high, and with so much already running down your legs. The sounds of all made were so loud, and wet. Was utterly thrilling.

Fred was happy to drink in your moans, hogging as many kisses as he could. Meanwhile George was happily feeling over your hips. Letting those hard working hands trace the lipstick marks shared between them both.

“Don’t do poor Georgie like that, come on. You gotta moan a little louder. His hearing isn’t so good.” Fred would tease, as he forced your chin up. Trying to amplify your desperate sounds. It was all too much. You were going to reach your peak again, with tears running down your face. Smearing away the remains of your makeup.

“Just hang on a little more. I want to make sure I get nice and deep in there.” Fred comforted, as George planted kisses down your back. Making sure your skin was covered in whatever remained of their lips.

Everything was so blurry, but you knew this. You came again, and your insides were coated once more. The ringing in your ears were dancing with the shakey moans of your lovers. So happy, and satisfied, with wrecking you so much.

When you came back to reality, you realized the lingerie you wore was gone. Seems they made sure to give you a sponge bath, before they were knocked out. You between them, as they snuggled you.

Fred behind you, as he held your stomach. Ever a man that loved feeling your ass against him. Meanwhile George was infront of you, tangling your legs together, as he snuck his arms just above Fred’s. His face under your chin, so he could listen to your heart beat.

“Happy birthday, you two.” You whispered, as you made sure they both were kissed on their heads. Freckled smiles crossed their lips, as they snuggled closer. Fred, enjoying his nose in your neck, while George gave you a squeeze. Maybe you should gift wrap yourself more often.

[drogatadiapifrizzole]

You know what I learned?

Fred smiles at her, keeping his hands in his pockets. "You know what I learned?"

"When?" Hermione thinks she doesn't want to play along so much, but she lets him: Fred is there in front of her and her heart hurts even more than it could have five minutes before. She has never felt such beautiful pain.

"When I almost died..."

"Fred."

"Wait... when, when you're in front of death, you realize it's better to start dancing than to stand still and wait for it." Fred is still smiling, "I thought I learned my lesson the first time, that all I had to do was look for a new house, make new habits, stop coffee and switch to tea. I thought that was enough to shake things up, but then tonight I did everything I could to end up waiting."

She swallows. "Waiting for what?"

"You."

– https://archiveofourown.org/works/48444937

[chapter1991]

When The Leaves Fall

Fred's been in a coma for almost six months; George and Hermione have been by his side since day one. With Halloween coming closer, one of his favourite holidays, will he be able to attend?

Hermione’s shoes echoed in the empty hallways that she walked every day, for almost six months. The walls, the floor, the ceiling was all in a dull white colour; no one in sight, except the witch at the reception, making it all eerie on the silent fifth floor. She looked out the windows and noticed the leaves turning green, red and brown: autumn really making itself present as it started to rain.   When she reached room 527, the last room in the hallway, she slowly pushed the door open. The room was the exact opposite as the hallway as Molly and Ginny had decorated the room last weekend, filling it with pumpkins, muggle Halloween and fall decorations. Fred still laid in bed, unconscious. Just like the past months, ever since the battle at Hogwarts. Right next to him a sleeping George. She passed Fred and leaned over, gently shaking George’s shoulder. 

“George?” 

“Hermione? What time is it?” George asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up from the bed next to his twin.  

“Almost eight.” She said as she started to clean up the room. “You’re meeting Lee at the shop remember?” 

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the reminder.” George smiled softly, standing up and walked to the closet and picked out his clothes and disappeared in the bathroom.  

Hermione watched him disappear behind the door and sat down on the empty chair next to Fred’s bed, unpacking her bag. George slept in Fred’s room from the moment he was brought in. The healers tried to make him leave, but nothing, no one could keep him away from his twin. So, they reluctantly let him stay. After a month of George being in his room 24/7, Molly and Hermione intervened, telling him he needed a break; to see some friends, go to the shop, anything... Hermione and Molly promised there would always be at least one person to stay with Fred when he’s away. So, it started with him going to the burrow, then meeting his friends and after three months going to their flat and the shop. George and Lee were now doing the finishing touches before the shop could open again.  

Hermione had just picked up her book when George walked back in fully dressed. He took one of the croissants Hermione brought with her in his mouth and looked over her shoulder. 

“What are you reading today?” 

“The Hobbit. I thought he would like it. I don’t think he would like me to read from Hogwarts: a history.” 

“Maybe not.” Managing a small smile. He bent down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be back around lunch.” 

“Alright, I’ll be right here. Take your jacket, it’s raining.” 

“I know you will. Thank you for everything, Hermione.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked up and placed her hand on his, giving it a squeeze.  

“Anything for family.” 

After George had left, she stood up and took Fred’s hand in hers, looking at the tall sleeping ginger in front of her. Watching the slight rise and fall of his chest. All the internal damages were healed more than three months ago, his brain damage was fully healed a little over a month ago, but Fred still hasn’t woken up. The family stopped by as much as they could, but the world moved on. People had to get back to work, to school. So now it was mostly George, Molly and Hermione.  

“Goodmorning, Freddie. It’s almost Halloween. George says it is one of your favourite holidays.” Hermione whispered in the silent room as she stroked his hair with her free hand. “Don’t you think it’s time to wake up? Georgie really needs you.” She said looking at the peaceful face.   “No? Alright then. I’ve brought a new book with me; I think you’ll like it.” She said as she shuffled her chair a bit closer to the bed and sat down. 

“It’s about Bilbo Baggins he’s a hobbit who lives a quiet life, until it is upset by a visit from a wizard named Gandalf. He wants Bilbo to help a group of dwarves take back the Mountain from Smaug, a dragon. Bilbo is unsure he wants to help, but he is drawn into the adventure by Gandalf, who tells the dwarves Bilbo is a burglar.” She read out loud from the back of the book. “No complaints? Then I’ll start.” 

“An unexpected party. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” She started as she leaned back, placing a soft fleece blanket over her shoulders, making herself comfortable. 

Hermione was still reading as George walked back in the room, holding out a bag of take away lunch. He whispered  hi  before he placed the bags on the table against the wall. Hermione mouthed  hi  back before she continued reading. George shook the droplets from his hair and sat down on the other side of the bed, watching her read to Fred before he leaned his head back, eyes closed listening to her voice. 

“What in Merlin’s name is a hobbit?” A voice croaked suddenly in the room. George’s head snapped back down eyes wide. Hermione had dropped her book in shock, with the same expression George has, looking at the red head in between. Fred was awake, frowning at the two shocked faces. “What are you looking at?” 

“FRED!” George and Hermione cried out, both jumping up.  

“I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.” He said, his voice still hoarse. “Why is my throat so dry? Can I have some water?” 

Still in shock, feeling over emotional right now, Hermione suddenly cupped his cheeks and kissed him, full on the lips. Fred instinctively pulled her closer, kissing her back. Next to them George was looking at them, even more in shock, his mouth hanging open. Hermione suddenly pulled back, beet red and started stammering. 

“S-sorry. I-I didn’t... I’m just s-so relieved.” She looked from a surprised Fred to a still shocked George. “I better go tell your family.” Hermione grabbed her bag and ran out the room as the twins called after her. 

“What just happened?” Fred asked as George finally recovered from his double shock and handed him a glass of water. “Can you tell me what’s going in? You two looked like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

George looked at him for a moment before he pulled his brother in a tight hug. “Do you remember the battle?” 

“I do.” Fred said frowning as George pulled back.  

“Well, a wall fell on you...” George started and filled him in on what happened from the moment the wall came crashing down, up until today. Fred listened in silent as his brother explained it all, trying to take it all in. 

“So, I’ve been in a coma for the past five months?” 

“Almost six... now you understand why we were so shocked? You’ve been healed for months now but you didn’t wake up.” 

“I’m sorry, Georgie.” Fred pulled his hand and wrapped him in a hug. “And Granger?” 

“She’s been coming here every day. Just talking, reading to you. Pushing me out of the room.” He grinned. “Didn’t expect her to plant one on you like that, or for you to participate so eagerly.” George chuckled as he sat down on the bed, looking at a newly awaken and flustered Fred. “I know you had a thing for her back at school but...” 

“It never really went away.” Fred admitted, playing with his covers. “But I thought Ron and Hermione -” 

“Yeah, we all thought that but no. Just friends.” 

At that moment the door bursts open and seven read heads toppled in followed by a blond and a boy with raven black hair. When Molly saw her son awake and talking, she burst into tears as she ran over and gave him a bone crushing hug.   

“My boy. My boy.” She murmured in his ear, tears falling down her face. Fred suddenly felt his father strong arms around them. Fred heard him softly cry in his mum’s hair and hugged them as tight as possible. When his parents let him go, they wiped their tears and stepped back with trembling hands and all of his siblings came close and hugged him. Fleur and Harry gave the family some time to together as they stayed behind, smiling at the reunion. The healer came in and said he was in perfect health and could go back home in a day or two. Arthur was so rejoiced he summoned some butterbeers and champagne. They talked and laughed for hours; Molly suggested they could do a special Halloween-coming back home party at the burrow as Halloween was just two days away.  

“Mum, where is Hermione?” George asked as he looked around the room. Fred has been wondering the same thing since his family stormed in the room without her, but didn’t want to ask as his family just found out he was back amongst them. 

“Oh.” Their mum said surprised looking around the room. “I don’t know. She came to get us, I thought she was right behind us.” She looked nervously at Arthur. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, after everything she did for us, for Fred and George.” 

“It’s alright dear.” Arthur gently padded her hand. “I’ll go look for her.” 

Fred quickly shot George a look. George immediately understood and jumped up. “I’ll go dad. I think I know where to find her. I’ll be right back.” He looked at Fred. 

“I’m fine, go. I have enough red heads to keep me company.” He grinned up at his twin. George stuck out his tongue before he grabbed his coat off the chair and headed out. He walked over to the floo and called out  The leaky cauldron  before disappearing in green flames. 

About an hour later George walked back in the room, his family still talking loudly, food was passed around the room. They all looked up when he sauntered in without Hermione. 

“Where is she?” Their mum asked. 

“She wanted to give us some family time.” George said as shoved Fred to the side and sat down next to him on the bed.  

“Nonsense. She IS family.” She was already standing up, ready to go out and get her, when George stopped her. 

“Just leave her be for a moment mum. She’ll come to the party.” 

“But-” 

“Molly...” Arthur started. She looked at her husband for a second before sitting back down.    

When everyone was again busy talking George whispered. “I think she’s embarrassed. You know after...” 

“What’s there to be embarrassed about. That was one hell of a kiss!”  

“I don’t know, Freddie. But it’s Hermione... she normally never would’ve done something like that.” 

“I know.” Fred said as he looked at his family. “Do you think she just kissed me out of relief?” 

“Yes and no.” George said softly. “The past months I never really thought about it, because I was so focussed on you, but I think she feels the same as you do. Why else would she have been here every day?” 

“I’m sure to ask her at the party, so make sure she comes.” 

“I don’t think she dares to skip it. Mum will drag her by the ears if she has to.” George laughed, looking at his mum, who’s eyes were glued on Fred. 

“So, Hermione has her own apartment?” Fred asked form the bathroom. 

“Yes, she is fixing it up at the moment. It’s above a small bookshop in Diagon Ally, but mum doesn’t know about it yet, so keep it to yourself. Are you ready to go?” George asked as he placed their bag of clothes on the bed.  

“Ready!” Fred called out from the bathroom before emerging, running his hand through his hair. He wore dark jeans with a light blue shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.  

“Someone you trying to impress?” George grinned as Fred walked up next to him. Fred shoved his brother on the bed before running out the room laughing.  

“Oi! You can help me carry these you know?” George said as he reached the fireplace where Fred was casually leaning against. He tossed one of the bags to Fred, who caught it with ease. “Glad to have you back twin-of-mine.” 

“Glad to be back.” Fred grinned, walking in the fireplace after his brother. “The burrow.” He called out, tossing floo powder at their legs.  

When they stepped out the burrow was empty, the only sound in the house was coming from the kitchen, so they headed in that direction. Their mother was busy making food, stirring in three different pots. When she heard the twins walk in, she turned and smiled as she saw her boys. 

“Do you need help mum?” They twins asked, giving their mum a kiss on the cheek. She smiled up at her boys and padded their cheek. 

“No, no. Why don’t you two go outside, almost everyone is here.” 

“And Hermione?” 

“Not yet, but I send her a patronus. She has five minutes to get here, or I’ll come and get her.” 

The twins snickered as they walked out to the garden. A large tent was standing in the garden decorated with jack-o-lanterns, ghost puppets and everything you could possibly think of when you thought of Halloween. Under the tent you saw Charlie talking to Bill and Fleur. Harry and Ginny sat cuddled together around the fire, talking to Ron. Percy was chatting to Lee. And Angelina, Katie and Alicia sat a bit further from Harry and Ginny, laughing at whatever Arthur said. The twins turned when they heard a soft pop in the distance. Both smiling as they saw Hermione walk up.  

“Welcome home, Fred.” Hermione said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before doing the same with George and turned to leave for the firepit.  

“Hey, wait!” Fred called out, and carefully took her arm. She looked over her shoulder to Fred and George. George winked before he walked over to the three girls at the fire. “Can we talk?” 

“Talk? About what?” Hermione said, looking at her feet. Fred looked around the tent before he pulled her behind it, out of sight. “What - what are you doing?” 

“You kissed me.” Fred stated, looking down at the witch. 

“Yes. It didn’t mean anything; I was just relieved.” 

“Really? Then why have you been avoiding me?” 

“I haven’t-” 

“You have. Like it or not Hermione I know you. And it may have meant nothing to you, but for me... I don’t just kiss any girl.” He groaned before he walked off, leaving Hermione standing there, again in shock. 

“Who wants pumpkin soup?” Their mum called out as she made her way across the garden, a large pot of soup floating in front of her. Fred sat down next to George and Percy in the tent as the others started to fill the seats, Hermione joining in last, took the last seat available on the other side of the table.  

“What happened between you and Hermione?” George asked after he swallowed his soup. “She’s been shooting glances at you and if she bites any more, there would be nothing left of her lip.” 

“She said it didn’t mean anything.” Fred said not looking up from his soup. 

“She’s probably just afraid that you won’t feel the same.” 

“She knows.” George was about to reply when he said. “Just eat your soup, George.” 

George mumbled something before he turned back to his soup. The entire time, the table was loud and full of laughter. After dinner, everyone gathered around the fire. Telling ghost stories, carving pumpkins, making fallen leaves into dancing figurines around the fire. George watched his twin ignore the girl he has definitely feelings for, the girl who’s trying all night to catch his eye but failed. After a couple hours, the sun long gone and cold brush of wind picked up, Fred stood up. 

“I know this is my welcome back party, but I’m knackered.” 

“Of course, dear. I have your old room all set up.”  

“Thanks mum. Goodnight.” He waved in general before he walked to the house, the full moon shining on his bright red hair.  

George looked over to Hermione who was watching Fred’s retreating back. When Fred’s was completely out of sight her eyes dropped, falling on George.  Go!  He mouthed to her, jerking his head to the house. Hermione bit her lip again, glancing from George to the house and back.  

“Where are you going?” Ron asked as she finally made her decision. 

“As you must know... the little girls room.”  

“OH.” Ron said surprised, his ears turning red, making the others chuckle. 

“Can you check up on Fred, dear?” Molly asked. 

“Sure, Molly.” She gave the older witch a smile, ignoring Georges wiggling eyebrows and walked in the dark garden, that was only lit by the moon. When she entered the house, it was dark and silent. She took in a deep breath as she walked in. The shadows in the kitchen that were caused by the moon didn’t still her nerves as she made her way through it. The living room was also empty, only the light flicker from the fireplace. She closed the doors to the living room and glanced up the stairs.  

“Lumos.” She whispered as she pulled out her wand, a small light formed on the tip of her wand. She started to climb the stairs. She quickly looked in the rooms on the first floor before heading up. When she was halfway on the second staircase, she saw something in the corner of her eye. When she turned, she saw a Cardinal spider crawling on the wall, right next to her head. She screamed and tripped, falling back down to the first landing. The sound of her scream made the door of the twins’ room fly open. Fred looked wide eyed down the stairs, holding out his wand. When his eyes landed on Hermione, he ran down and crouched down next to her. 

“Hermione?” He asked, holding her head. “Are you alright?” 

“Yes, just a bump I think.” She said rubbing her head. 

“Can you sit up?” Hermione nodded and sat up against the wall, Fred still looked at her worried. “What happened?” 

“I was coming up and there was a very large spider. This house is scary in the dark, you know.” 

“Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, fighter against death eaters, afraid of spiders?” Fred chuckled as he checked her over for other injuries. Hermione crossed her arms in defence, looking up at him. 

“Not afraid, just startled.” 

“If you say so.” He grinned. “Why were you coming up anyway?” 

“I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Oh, not really in the mood to talk anymore.” Fred said, suddenly standing up. Hermione followed his lead, suddenly feeling more courageous due to a few bloody Mary’s, she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. “What-?” 

“Me neither.” She said as she closed the door behind a confounded Fred and gently pushed him against it, her hands lingered on his chest. Before he could say something, she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down, kissing him soundly. Then she reluctantly pulled away. “It did mean something.” She whispered, looking in his eyes. He looked at her for a moment before he leaned down again, capturing her lips.  

“When did it start?” He asked as they laid curled up in his bed. She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with a frown. 

“What?” 

“When did you start liking me.” He grinned; Hermione swatted his arm before putting her head back on his chest.  

“I don’t know exactly. I think it started the summer before my fifth year at Grimmauld. You comforted me after I found out about what happened to Harry, remember? You even read Hogwarts: a history to me.” Fred hummed in recognition. “You?” 

“Well, it started when I found out you punched Malfoy in your third year.” He chuckled. “But I only found that out at the world cup. Then you walked in the great hall with your periwinkle dress, Godric you looked beautiful. But I didn’t realise it until Georgie and I left Hogwarts. That I couldn’t see you every day, couldn’t tease you about our testing on students or selling our stuff in the common room. I let us get caught on purpose you know.” 

“Really?” Hermione asked as she looked up again, blushing. 

“Yes, and I really love how you blush like that.” He said as he kissed her nose. “So, what do you say?” 

“About?” She mumbled in his shirt.  

“About going on a date with me.” He smiled against her hair. 

“Maybe you’ll find out if you actually ask me.” She chuckled. Fred suddenly jumped of the bed, Hermione falling face first on the matrass, when she looked up, she glared at the twin.  

“Miss Hermione Granger.” He started very official, before kneeling down on one knee, in front of his bed. “Would you do me the honour to... go on a date with me?” 

“I would love to.” She laughed as she came to the edge of the bed and pulled him close, capturing his lips. When they fell back on the bed, Fred summoned a warm dark blue plaid and covered them up, cuddling under it together as they talked about everything and nothing as the moon shined through the window. Outside the festivities were still underway, nobody seemed to notice that Hermione didn't come back. Behind the tent every tree started to change colours, or lose his leaves as autumn was really here, marking a new beginning. 

[corvinanightshade]

Andrea Clearwater, the younger sister of Penelope Clearwater, is a seventh-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, class of 1996. Andrea is a studious Ravenclaw that hopes to enjoy her last year at Hogwarts before joining her parents in running their tea house in Diagon Alley post-Hogwarts; however, Andrea soon realizes that this year could be her most unusual yet, as news of her recent breakup with Oliver Wood leads her friend George Weasley to act on feelings that he had previously restrained. Hogwarts: A Clearwater Perspective is a story of friendship, love, and hardships associated with the alleged return of the Dark Lord.

PS. A painstaking amount of research & work was put in to making this story true to the timeline in the 5th HP book, so canon nerds- do enjoy! Comments are much appreciated!

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[bunk12bear]

Death dosen’t discriminate

A loose continuation of my last Fred x reader story I have two more of these planed but don't worry they’re both fluffy. also as much as i hate to admit it JKR was kind of right about it being unrealistic for al the Weasleys to survive so sorry Arthur

the first friend Muggeborn! reader made in the wizarding world dies in her arm during the Battle of Hogwarts. Fred accompanies her to the funeral despite trying to deny his feelings for her

Freds Pov

Fred wasn't sure why he'd offered to do this: despite being friends with Y/N for years he didn't know her friend very well. He supposed it had been a heat of the moment thing, he'd always hated when his friends were upset and he'd always been impulsive, the offer to accompany Y/N to her friend's funeral had left his lips before he realized what he was saying. "It's because you're in loooove" a voice that sounds suspiciously like Ginny choruses from the back of his head. No, shut up, his inner dialogue shoots back her friend is dead dad's dead she has quidditch and completing her education to think about it's not time for romance.

" I mean neither was when she was about to go on the run from the Death Eaters but that didn't stop you from snogging her in the back of the shop" another voice responded sounding like George this time, " that was months ago things are different now Fred thinks back. " oh yeah sure, mind! George responds so you definitely were not staring at her when she got back from that game of pick-up quidditch after we'd all finished fixing the pitch. You know when she was sweaty and her hair was all messy and she was wearing that shirt that…" "no shut up that never happened I have no idea what you're talking about" 

Before the imaginary version of his twin could embarrass him any further Y/N appeared at her front door. She was wearing a simple black dress, tights and black Flats. She was wearing some makeup but even through it, you could tell how hard the last couple of weeks have been. Fred was hardly in a position to judge between his own tears over his father and the nights spent watching over his grieving mother with George he probably looks like s*** himself. She on the other hand was still very pretty despite the puffy bloodshot eyes.

" Hey, thanks for doing this, you know how much ( friend's name) meant to me. This is going to make things a bit easier. She places her hand forearm as he does his best to ignore the weird flipping in his stomach. 

"of course what are friends for" " yeah, friends" imaginary ginny teased

" Yeah, yeah," Y/n responded Fred pushed down the thought that she looked disappointed, "hey we should be there soon why didn't you grab my arm so I can apparate us to the venue." Continued with a look in her eyes he couldn't quite identify. Fred grabbed her arm and she stepped them back into her house just far enough that none of her muggle neighbors would notice that they had disappeared into thin air.

Reader pov

You're greeted by friends' name)’s parent as you get to the front door or the venue. Her mother was a wreck and her father looked as though he was about one second away from bursting into tears but mannaged to wrap you in a hug and shook Fred's hand thanking you both for coming. 

"Do you have her wand?"  her mother had asked her quiet and rough from crying.

You reached a hand into your bag and pulled out your friend's wand, you have been tasked with bringing it to the funeral, apparently a great honor in The Wizarding World.

You hand her  the wand she presses it to her forehead tears begin to slip down her cheeks. She gives  her daughter's wand one last look and hands it back to you

As you walk into the Earth the venue you see your friends right at the front you naturally pick up speed to greet them dissolving into a teary  group hug. Fred holds back letting you have your moment.

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Once you and your friends are done with your hug you all move to sit down. Fred drops into the seat next to yours and slips I'm around your shoulder. Despite your immense grief your heart picks up. You try immediately to shut it down desperately avoiding thinking about kissing him in the shop all those months ago. This is not the time to be thinking about these things oh, that was a perfectly platonic gesture and you're at your friend's funeral for fucksake besides his dad died and he had to focus on rebuilding the shop get better things to worry about than your romantic feelings for him.

You bury your face into the crook of his neck, feelings be damned having to ignore the fluttering in your chest was far better than staring at your friend's casket. You remember 7 years before being a terrified 11-year-old who would only known that you were a witch for all of a week shopping for your supplies at Diagon Alley with your ministry liaison. It was them that you meant friend's name, a bouncy enthusiastic fellow little witch girl who had happily taken you under her wing and show me all the important parts of Diagon Alley (according to an 11-year-old) with a sparkle in her eye and not a scrap of the Judgment you had already encountered from adults. It was odd, you had no idea that day that only 7 years later you'd have to watch that Sparkle leave her eyes forever as you cradled her in your arms during the interim at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Fred held you like that until the ceremony was about to start and even if you knew you were likely to get weird teasing about it from random old ladies after the service you didn't care. Fred was warm and smelled nice an odd mix of vanilla Pine and gunpowder that shouldn't have worked as well as it did.

It wasn't until the officiant got to the front and greeted the crowd that you untucked yourself from your cozy position and face forward, Fred's arm still wrapped around your shoulder

Fred’s  Pov

The ceremony was beautiful ( friend's name)'s parents gave speeches as well as one of Y/N's other friends, filled with fond memories, several of which he had heard during those long free hours out on the Hogwarts grounds over a lazy game of exploding snap.

once the speeches were over the officiant had called for her wand to be placed in her casket. Y/N slipped out from under his arm before standing a couple of feet from the casket. She and her friends assembled in a chain each taking a moment with the ones before handing it to the next one until they got to the end of the line or the last girl carefully placed the wand in  (friend's name)'s casket and crossed her hands over it.

In the seconds that preceded the room was completely silent except for the occasional quiet sniffle from one of the mourners.  Fred wanted to go up and comfort Y/N but she and her friends had gathered in a tight circle, heads bowed and gripping each other's hands tight. It just seems wrong to interrupt such an intimate moment of grief.

 When the officiant spoke up again they broke out of their huddle and joined friend's name parents and siblings in a circle around the now-closed casket. Different colored Jets of light erupted from each mourner's wands in turn as they went around the circle, each casting a different protective charm. 

Once the glow from the charms subsided y/n quietly slipped back to Fred’s side to begin the processional to where her friend would be buried.

Falling in step behind the casket Y/N slipped her hand into his and his stomach did the weird flip thing again. This doesn't mean anything Sure his heart was pounding as if he had just landed after one of Oliver Woods's particularly intense quidditch practices but this was just an intensely emotional situation and besides holding, hands can be platonic. They were at her friend's funeral she was just looking for a little bit of friendly comfort and he was providing it that's all, no romantic feelings here.

When they eventually reach the gravesite and begin to lower the casket into the ground Y/N that's her arms around one of Fred's and leans but once the weird flipping is intensified feeling like a particularly excitable swarm of Cornish Pixies had taken up residence inside his stomach.

they sat there like that right there without saying anything enjoying each other's presence until most of the funeral-goers had left. (Friend's name)’s close friends and family ended up sitting down just outside of the cemetery swapping stories about her. By the time they were done and everyone else had begun to return home the sun was setting N/n looked stunning in the soft warm light of the sunset that set her h/c hair aglow. In This Moment with a large genuine smile on her face and a sparkle in her e/c eyes he hadn't seen in weeks but had to admit it, he was still very much in love with her. He still didn't permit himself to say anything to her I'm acknowledging feelings aside and it was still not the time for a romance

[levis-reading-recs]

Fred Weasley and a Hufflepuff in Harry’s year fall in love. One of the longest fanfictions I’ve found; multiple years are covered in the same story.

Content warning for earlier chapters: child abuse, off-screen suicide of main character’s brother.

[cloudybarnes]

bad idea right?

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo breaks up with you, he pledges to make things right and do anything necessary to win you back. however, you are determined to make him work if he wants to win you over again aka part two to new beginnings

Word Count: 2.3k

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a/n: LONG AWAITED PART TWO WOOHOOOO also this could be read as a solo instead of a part two if you really wanted, but here's part one in case you wanna read that as well ;)

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“Please don’t tell me you got back together with him!” Ginny groaned. She sat on the edge of your bed as Hermione braided your hair for the night. 

“No, I didn’t get back with him. I told him if he really wanted to prove it to me, then he could.” 

“So you’re thinking of getting back with him.” She said disapprovingly. Hermione chuckled from her seat in the bed behind you. She was working on doing dutch braids in your hair. 

“I think it’s fine, Gin,” Hermione said. “It’s not as if she’s going to jump back in bed with him.”

You waggled your eyebrows teasingly to Ginny. She gasped and swatted your shoulder. “That’s so not funny, (Y/N/N). Just because you think he’s sexy doesn’t mean you should get back with him.”

Theodore broke up with you very unexpectedly. He barely even had a reason for breaking up with you, which left you heartbroken and devastated. You were in bed for a few days, had a good cry, and then you were back. 

Theo had tried to mend the broken bond between your relationship, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him back that easily. Your ego was high, and you knew you would be kicking yourself if something like that happened again right when you took him back. 

“Don’t worry, Ginny. If he really wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. He knows that.”

“Alright,” Hermione said as she tied off the end of your hair. “All finished. Your hair’s gonna look so good tomorrow.”

“Theo better be drooling when you see him,” Ginny said, “if not, I’ll give him a different reason to drool.” She made a motion of punching her fists together, insinuating she would punch him in the mouth. 

You chuckled. “Hopefully there won’t be any blood drawn. I don’t think he’d really wanna go through all the trouble if it just got him a busted lip.”

“Oh no,” Ginny grinned, “it would be more than just a busted lip. I’ve got five brothers, I’m known to throw a mean punch or two.”

“Lights out girls!” The prefect yelled as she knocked on your bedroom door. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you guys at breakfast. But for real, if Theo tries anything you know I’m right there for you.” 

You smiled, grateful to have a friend as awesome as her. “Yeah, Gin, I know. Thank you.” 

She smiled, “night guys.”

You two said your good nights as Hermione moved from your bed to her own. 

“What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?” You asked Hermione as she shut off the lights. You pulled the covers close to your body, waiting for her response. 

“I’m not sure,” she replied, getting comfy in her own bed. “Hopefully something sweet. He’s got a lot of making up to do if he wants to get back on our good side.”

You smiled softly, “yeah, you’re right. Night, ‘Mione.”

“Goodnight.”

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The next morning at breakfast, the owl dropped a letter in front of you.

“What’s that?” Ron asked, his mouth filled with food. 

Ginny slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you act like you were raised in a barn.”

“We were raised in the same house, you know.” He pointed. 

“What a shame that was,” she replied. 

You chuckled at their banter, and ripped open the seal on the letter. 

“What’s it say?” Hermione asked. 

You scanned over the words before you read them aloud. “It says,

(Y/N), 

I hope you know how much you mean to me. I was a fool to break things off with you. I only hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. 

Forever yours,

Theo”.

“Forever yours?” Ginny squealed. “That is so romantic.” 

Hermione raised her brow quizzically. “Weren’t you the one telling her not to get back with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I can have mixed feelings about this. He breaks her heart but then he writes her a love letter. It’s got me confused, okay?” 

You chuckled. “I think it’s cute. It’s not gonna win me back, but it was an alright effort.”

“Oooh, what a burn,” Harry chuckled. “Poor bloke must’ve forgot how stubborn you are.”

You shook your head with a smile, “nah, he didn’t forget. If I know anything about Theo, he’s just getting started.”

“So, (Y/N/N),” Ron said, “do you want to get back with him or what’s going on with this?”

You shrugged. “I mean, obviously I still love him. It just sucks what he did and I don’t think he should be able to get off the hook that easily. He shouldn’t be forgiven for breaking my heart just because he writes a little letter.”

“I love you for that,” Ginny said as she nodded her head. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”

Looking behind you, you could see Enzo give a sheepish smile and a small wave. 

You grinned, “Hey Enzo, how are you? Sorry about yesterday, by the way, Theo’s a little crazy sometimes.”

He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But, yeah, no, Theo and I are all good. He apologized last night and told me all about his plans to woo you.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “Go figure.” 

“Yeah,” he smiled, “anyway, I just wanted to come by and resume how we were before, you know, the whole break up thing, and drop off this book I think you’ll like.” 

Enzo pulls out a book from his satchel and hands it to you. 

“Coraline?” You asked as you flip it around and skim over the synopsis. 

“Yeah, it’s kind of spooky and psychological which I think you’ll really enjoy.”

You grinned up at him, “that’s perfect. Thank you, Enzo.” 

He sent a tight lipped smile, and nodded before turning away and walking back to the slytherin table. 

“I like Enzo,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go get him then. He’s a sweetie.” 

“You guys and those Slytherin boys,” Ron shakes his head with a scoff. “Not even that cute, I’ll tell ya.”

“Oh, what?” Ginny asked sassily, “like you’re cute?”

“I think Ron’s cute,” Hermione winked at her boyfriend. 

“Ugh, barf,” Ginny said. 

The bell rang. You all stood to gather your things for first class. 

“We’ll see you guys later,” you smiled as Hermione and you walked out to your shared first class. 

“That was a pretty cute letter,” Hermione said as the two of you started walking down the hall. 

“Yeah, I think it was sweet, but like I said, he can’t win me back that eas-“

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder. 

Stopping, you and Hermione turned to see a younger Slytherin boy, presumably a first year, standing before you. 

“Uh, yes?” You asked confused, “do you need help with something?”

“Um, Theodore says I have to carry your satchel and books for you.” The first year stood awkwardly. 

“Oh, uh, that’s okay, you really don’t have to.” You blushed, a little embarrassed that Theo would make a first year cater to you. 

“I have to.” He said adamantly. “Theodore said he’ll set me up with this hot girl I like if I carry your books for you.” 

Hermione snickered from next to you. You turned back to her, a bewildered smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.  

“Well,” you said as you handed the young boy your satchel. “I can’t be the one to stop your true love, now can I?”

The boy grinned as he held on to your satchel as well as his. 

“Theodore is crazy,” Hermione remarks as you continue walking to your next class. The boy followed behind the two of you all the way to your first period. 

As soon as your classroom came into view, you could see Theodore standing there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He grinned a devilish thing as he saw you approach. 

“I’ll meet you in there,” Hermione said with a knowing smirk. 

You walked up to Theo. He was beautiful as ever, but even he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere. 

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled at you then turned to the kid. “I’ll take it from here. I’ll have my guys put in a good word with Maizy for you.”

The kid nodded his head and smiled as he ran off. 

Theo threw your satchel over his shoulder and held out the beautiful assortment of flowers towards you. “For you, to say I’m sorry for being a douchebag and an idiot and a stupid motherfucker. All in the words of Draco by the way. Never knew how much he liked us together.” 

You chuckled and grabbed the flowers out of Theo’s hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, have you thought about what I said yesterday?” 

You sighed. “Of course I’ve thought about it Theo. Just like I’ve thought about how much you broke my heart when you dumped me.”

“Okay, I deserved that.” 

You chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers, Theo. And… I still care about you, I just need time to figure this all out. I can’t just forgive you that fast when you broke my heart, just  last week!”

Theo sighed, “I know. I know! Fuck! I know I fucked up, baby, but I am going to do everything I can to win you back. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes, baby, I swear it to do. The boys are down my back yelling at me for how hard I screwed everything up. They think I’m stupid, and I think I’m stupid too for letting you go. I promise you, I will do everything it takes for you to trust me again, mi amore.”

Your eyes softened. Theo knew exactly how to make your heart soar. 

“Theo…” 

“No, baby,” he shook his head. “You take your time. I’m gonna be here whenever you decide if you want to forgive me or not. Hopefully you decide you do want to forgive me.” He chuckled awkwardly. 

You matched his awkward laugh. “Well, thanks again for the flowers. They’re very pretty.” 

Theo smiled and nodded before turning around and walking away. 

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Later that night, you sat in the library studying for your Herbology final. Ginny and Hermione offered to help you study, but you knew you’d be here too late to want to burden them. 

As you flipped through the pages of your herbology book, you tried your best to take down any notes that you thought would be important. 

Your stomach growled. 

“Knew that was inevitable.” 

When you looked up from your textbook, you could see Theo sheepishly smiling as he held two trays from the cafeteria. 

“What was?” You asked with a smile. You cleared some papers to make space for Theo to sit down. 

He grinned and placed the trays on the table as he took his seat next to you. 

“Knew you would forget to eat while you studied for this exam.” 

You chuckled and peered over to see what Theo brought you to eat. Ham, potatoes, and stuffing from the dining hall. 

“Thank you, Theo. That’s really sweet of you.” 

He slid a tray closer to you, and you eagerly picked up the provided fork and dug in. 

Theo chuckled as you scarfed down your food. “Pretty hungry?”

You nodded as you finished chewing. Theo smiled to himself and started to take a few bites of his potatoes. 

“You’re being awfully sweet to me, Theo.” 

“Haven't I always been sweet to you, darling?”

“Well, yes. But that was before.”

Theo sighed. “I know I screwed up royally. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. I’m still the same boy I was just a few months ago. I had a lapse in judgment and that cost me the best thing in my life.”

You frowned. “Theo…”

“Don’t you miss me, (Y/N/N)?” Theo shifted to face you straight on. He nervously leaned forward on the table, staring into your eyes, waiting for your response. 

“…of course I miss you, Theo. How could I not? You’re everything to me, and I’m just so scared of something like that happening again.”

“(Y/N),” Theo started. He tentatively grabbed your hands in his. “I promise you, with everything in me, if you decide to take me back I will never hurt you or disappoint you ever again. You have my word mi amore.” 

You were conflicted. You miss Theo like crazy. You couldn’t help it. No matter what you said to your friends about him having to work hard for you, it tore you apart every time you saw him knowing you still weren’t together. You missed being his. 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Okay?” Theo’s face lit up. “You-you’re giving me another chance?”

“Yeah,” you softly smiled, “I miss my boy.”

Theo grinned and yanked you toward him, engulfing you in a hug—one you’ve been waiting days for. You missed him. You missed being held by him. 

You held around his neck tightly, scared to let go. You never realize how much you craved his touch when it was gone.  

Theo buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

You smiled and pulled back. Theo smiled back at you. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a warm, longing kiss. Your hands rested on his cheeks, his on your waist as you kissed with all the love stored up between you. 

When he pulled away, Theo stayed close with his forehead rested against yours. “I promise you baby, I’m here for good.” 

“You better be.” 

[dreamcubed]

london boy | fred weasley x reader

song; london boy [taylor swift] pairing; fred weasley x fem!american!thunderbird!reader genre; s2l, fluff word count; 3,1k timeline; post-second wizarding war au (fred lives) warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption summary; after taking the plunge and moving across the world, you are unsure of how to form a new social circle and support system. it appears there was no need to worry, as you soon meet a charming man who runs a joke shop with his twin brother

a/n; this was actually suggested by an anon! sorry it took a couple months to write

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"babe, don't threaten me with a good time."

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The Second Wizarding War, while primarily occurring in battles throughout the United Kingdom, was something that had put the global wizarding world at stake. The United States were no exception, and as a recent graduate of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you decided to wander across the pond to the country where the liberty of witches and wizards was saved. That, and you had no other plans for the course of your life.

You worked for the first year after your graduation in order to save up money for the move, but you were pleased to say you had finally stepped foot in England: specifically, Diagon Alley.

It was where you had managed to rent a small flat from, as arranged thanks to your mother having connections in the area as a result of her travels back in the day. You were beyond excited to meet new people and settle into a new life.

But you did need a job.

Your savings would suffice for a few months, which would hopefully give you sufficient time to secure an income - key word, hopefully. First on the agenda, however, was exploring your new local area to see if you could make new friends early doors.

And so you found yourself stood outside a completely buzzing joke shop, after visiting the local bakery and book shop. The name of shop was written in gold: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Chadwick, that was a tongue twister - fitting, you supposed.

You pushed open the door to be greeted by both the bell tinkling above you and the sound of laughing children (and even adults) in all corners of the establishment. A smile pulled its way on to your face as you began walking towards the nearest display table, covered in enchanted prank items. You picked up what appeared to be a normal whoopie cushion, and began examining it.

"Looks normal, but is in fact quite the opposite," a British voice in your left ear caught you off guard, making you quickly turn to be greeted by a tall ginger-haired man, "First of all, it camouflages once it's set down, so anyone who's smart enough to check their seats before sitting down can't catch you out."

You stared blankly at the man.

"Second, it doesn't just make a fart sound, it produces the whole package," he grinned, "A hyper realistic fart smell - and even a greenish smoke if the person sits down with a lot of force."

You came to your senses and smiled, putting the cushion delicately back down. "I'm guessing you're Weasley?"

"One of them," he nodded, "There's two others - one of them fresh out of Hogwarts."

You hummed.

"And I was gonna ask why I don't recognise you from school, but I think your accent gives me the answer."

"Yep, I'm an Ilvermorny grad."

"First time in Britain?"

You nodded, "So far, I love it."

He grimaced, "Depends where you go, Diagon Alley gives you an idealistic impression. How long you here for?"

"Indefinitely."

"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You're living here?"

"As of today," you smiled, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"Fred Weasley," he replied, "Allow me to be your first friend in this foreign country."

You giggled at his feigned poshness.

"What are your plans for work?" he asked, beginning to walk away. Instinctively, you began following him.

You shrugged, "I don't know. Haven't thought that far ahead."

"Oh?"

"I have some money saved while I settle in and find a job."

"That's good," he nodded.

"Have you always wanted to run a joke shop?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah. Always," he said with a smile, "Me and my twin brother, George, have loved pranks since we were kids."

You raised an eyebrow, "Twin?"

"Identical - well, used to be. He has a missing ear now so no one ever mixes us up anymore. Sad, really."

You didn't have to ask how he lost the ear.

"Our younger brother, Ron, decided to join us too. Although I don't think it's a childhood dream of his."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Six."

Your eyes widened, "Six?"

"Five brothers, one sister."

"Your poor sister."

"Well, she's not doing too bad for herself. She's just starting her quidditch career and she's dating none other than Harry Potter so," he shrugged.

"You know Harry Potter?"

He laughed, "Well, I went to school with him, so yeah. Although I suppose I am a bit closer than normal as Ron's his best mate and my sister's dating him. He actually helped fund the start of this very establishment."

"That's cool."

Fred beamed at you, "Wanna grab a coffee after my shift?"

***

"So, yeah, that's how I ended up losing my virginity to a no-maj," you finished off, sipping on your piccolo, "Poor guy doesn't know he lost his to a witch."

"How do you know it was his first time?" Fred chuckled, sat opposite you, having been intently listening to the story.

"Because he started crying afterwards saying how God was never gonna forgive him for not saving himself for marriage," you said through stifled laughter.

By this point, Fred was practically cackling.

"Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I'm sexy enough to get a guy to suspend his beliefs for a couple hours."

"Not surprised about that," he gave the slightest of smirks to you.

You stopped laughing, suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed.

"You told a guy you just met how you lost your virginity and only now you get shy?"

You scoffed, "I didn't realise there were rules around when I'm allowed to get shy."

Fred shrugged, "There should be- by that I mean, you should have to do it more. You're cute when you're shy."

You couldn't help your lips from stretching into a grin.

"Oh, shit, is that the time?"

"What?"

"I agreed to meet some of my brothers and friends for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron."

"Oh-"

"Wanna come?" he quickly asked.

You frowned, "I don't wanna intrude."

"Don't be silly, I grew up on a 'the more, the merrier' policy."

"Well, if you're sure- fuck it."

***

"Fred, there you are!" a voice rang out from the bar, where a group of guys were gathered.

"Where you been, mate?" a man identical to Fred (save for a missing ear) said.

"If you'd been at the shop today, you'd know."

George, the name you remembered from Fred's many stories, laughed, "I'm just teasing. Ron told me," he nodded his head towards one of the other ginger men in the group. That was when he turned to look at you. "So, you're the mysterious lady Freddie disappeared off with."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N."

"Ooh, accent!" the man who had initially called out to you both said.

"Alright, alright. Y/N, that's Lee there, this is my twin, George- obviously. Over there is Ron, Wood, and one of my older brothers, Bill."

They all greeted you.

"So, where in America you from?" Bill asked.

***

Some way, some how, many firewhiskeys later you found yourself laughing your ass off with a bunch of guys you had only met a few hours ago. You were drunker than the rest of them, that was for sure, as despite US drinking laws not having stopped you from drinking to drunkenness before, they still meant you had had less opportunity to do so. Thus, your tolerance wasn't good.

At some point during the evening, your group had migrated from the bar to a larger table in the corner, where you sat with Fred's arm around you.

"Oh, come on, Ron, you have to admit it's a little ironic that your girlfriend is on her way to be the next Minister of Magic meanwhile you run a joke shop," George said through wheezes.

Ron's expression suddenly went solemn, "How could you say that to me?"

Everyone went silent for a few moments, until Ron erupted in laughter again with everyone else swiftly following. You found it even funnier that the jokes weren't actually funny anymore: you all were just plastered.

As the laughter died down again, you turned to Fred at your side, "I like your friends."

"Better not like 'em more than me," he said, "I know it's only been a day but I'd like to think I've already called dibs on you."

"Called dibs on me?"

"Yeah, well, dibs on being the first British guy you date."

You grinned, "That's up to you to make it happen, London boy."

"I'm not even from London," he retorted.

"Eh, tomato, tomato."

***

How things ended up well past midnight with you stumbling down Diagon Alley, a red headed man helping support your weight, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol in your system - you didn't know. All you knew is that you had learned so much about the man in the last several hours that you felt very comfortable with him.

"Okay, love, is this your flat?"

"Yeah, that's the one," you slurred, moving towards the stairs that led up the side.

"Woah, hold up there, pretty girl," he said, quickly aiding you so you didn't trip and break your face, "You shoulda told us you were a lightweight. We wouldn'ta ordered you so many."

You grumbled, but didn't say anything in response, instead fumbling around in your pockets for your keys.

"Fred, I can't find them," you whined.

He pulled out his wand, "Alohamora." The door clicked open. "I see you haven't put an anti-unlocking charm on your flat yet."

"I literally just moved in."

"I feel like it's a first priority."

You didn't reply, instead tumbling forward into your new small home. Again, Fred steadied your weight, chuckling to himself in the process.

"You need to get to bed."

After helping you get your shoes off, Fred walked you to your bedroom and watched in amusement as you collapsed on to the mattress.

"You all good from here, sweetheart?"

You hummed softly, "Thank you, Freddie."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "If you're not too hungover, stop by the shop tomorrow. I can set you up with a job."

"Really?"

"Of course. I have a sneaky feeling you're gonna be in my life for a while."

You giggled, "Me too."

"Alright, I'll see you. Take care."

"You too-" you yawned, "-Freddie."

***

It was mid-afternoon by the time you made it to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, still nursing a hangover but feeling better after a long shower, a painkilling potion and a big glass of a fizzy non-alcoholic drink.

"Oh, good, you're here," Fred opened the door, seeing as the shop was in fact shut. They functioned on weekend days of Monday and Tuesday since Saturday and Sunday were prime business days. (Apart from in the lead up to school starting again, as George explained in detail to you the night prior how they couldn't miss out on any day of the week when Diagon Alley was swarmed with kids.)

"You seem perkier than me," you grumbled, entering the unusually quiet store.

"I didn't get nearly as drunk as you," he reminded, walking towards the back room, "Anyway, I assume you're here for the job?"

You nodded, "That... and to see you."

He gave you a soft smile at that, "You're always welcome."

"You literally met me yesterday."

"What? Were you too drunk to remember what I said last night?"

You suppressed a smile, "No."

"Then you know. Call it divine intuition if you will but you're gonna be around for a while."

"I certainly don't plan on leaving," you replied, following him into the office area.

"Well, let's set you up for a job here then."

"It's really nice of you to do this."

He winked at you, "I don't do favours for free."

"What do you want in return?" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Another date."

You grinned, "I think I could agree to those terms."

***

Not even a week later, you and Fred were walking down Diagon Alley, ready to go out for lunch for your second date. An hour ago, the sun had been shining brightly in the sky, warming your exposed skin. Now, the shimmery blues had been veiled by a thick layer of dark grey clouds, casting a shadow over the bustling street. You heard Fred, a normally cheerfully optimistic man (as you had quickly learned), let out a sigh.

"Looks like the forecast has taken a turn," just as he finished his sentence, droplets began cascading down from above, growing in intensity by the second.

You couldn't help but giggle slightly.

"Doesn't this bother you?"

You laughed harder, "No. I like it."

Fred smiled at you, "Really? A rainy date?"

You shrugged, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Well, okay, then."

He held out his hand to you, and you took it, letting him twirl you around before you both continued walking in the direction of the café he had in mind.

"Your smile is so pretty," he commented after some moments of delicate silence.

You couldn't help but beam at his words, "Really?"

He hummed, "I could look at it for the rest of my life."

In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults like a circus acrobat, and it was making you feel giddy. This was the most alive you had ever felt and you never wanted to let it go.

"Do it then," you replied, "Nothing's stopping you."

He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to halt as well since your hand remained interlocked with his.

"What?" you asked, looking back at him from your position one step forward.

"Can I?" he spoke with a soft gaze, the usual mischievous glint absent.

"Can you what?"

"Look at your smile forever?"

You shrugged limply, "If you can make me smile forever, sure."

"Can I say something crazy?"

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"I kinda want to marry you."

"Kinda?" you raised an eyebrow, feeling the swarm of butterflies spinning in your stomach but remaining calm and collected on the outside.

"I know we only met a week ago, but what would you say if I asked?"

"Guess you'll have to learn the hard way," you gave him a cheeky grin.

"Okay," he said, and it was only then you realised that the rain had caused the street to clear out of most people. Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer feel your wet hair clinging to your face, nor your damp clothes sticking to your skin. Not because they had dried, but because all your focus was elsewhere.

You were pretty sure you had forgotten how to breathe.

"Y/N, in the short time I've known you, which is admittedly very short, I have had so much fun," he began, "And as I said right at the beginning, I have a feeling that you're gonna be around a while, it's why I even came over to talk to you the first time you entered my shop- I felt drawn to you. And, well, I'm known for my impulsive decisions, but they've all worked out so far, so, I have no reason not to act on this one too," he took a deep breath, "I don't have a ring right now, but will you marry me?"

You stood, stunned. You hadn't thought he would actually propose to you.

"Don't feel pressured to say yes," he quickly added, making you snap out of your daze.

You shook your head, "Yes- I'll marry you, Freddie."

The man's face lit up as he zoomed to his feet and picked you up, spinning you around as your lips touched each other's for the first time. You couldn't believe it: Fred Weasley was now your fiancé, when he was never even your boyfriend.

"Now, what say we go get some food to celebrate?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me."

***

THREE YEARS LATER.

***

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiator called out, "You may kiss the bride."

You watched from the crowd as Ron pressed his lips to Hermione's, joining the rest of the audience with the applauding.

"This is a lot grander than our wedding," Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You laughed gently, "Ours was a much more last minute affair, Freddie."

"Mm, how long was our engagement again?"

"Three weeks," you reminded, "The courting only lasted a week too."

"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what I want."

You shook your head with a smile, picking up the applause again as Hermione and Ron began posing for photos from the photographer.

"Oh, they're calling us up now," Fred said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to the altar with him. All of the Weasley siblings and their partners were also en route to where the newly weds were.

As you took your position in the photograph with Fred's arm wrapped around you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear yet again.

"Can I just say, my love, you look absolutely gorgeous- as always."

Your bright smile was one of the most genuine in the photograph, as Hermione later commented, and in response to that Fred had immediately taken a copy for your own house.

"What?" he had said when you raised an eyebrow at him, "I told you, I want to stare at your smile forever."

You chuckled.

"And you said I can, provided I make you smile."

You hummed, recalling the conversation that led up to his impromptu proposal fondly.

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm the one that made you smile in this photo."

Unable to argue with him, you gazed at the moving photograph of Fred turning his head away from your ear to smile at the camera. It hadn't quite captured the moment in which he complimented your looks, but it didn't need to, as you knew that you would never forget the context for the image.

Not when your smile really did shine so brightly in it.

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masterlist

written; 19/04/2023 —> 31/05/2023 published; 31/05/2023 edited; —/—/——

taglist ; @workinatdapyramid @iluvweasleys​

[kneesdownforfreddie]

sometimes I like to sit in my room in complete darkness and tear my heart apart by blasting hozier's songs and imagining that it's fred weasley who's actually singing (they do have some similarities can't argue w that)

[cherry-pop-elf]

Hello! So, I hope this request is okay to ask, if not, I'm so sorry!!! (Especially as it is a triggering topic) --- TW ‼️‼️ healing from SA

I was wondering about a fic with george where the reader (gender neutral but afab anatomy) has maybe been put through something in the past (left ambiguous), and essentially is just ready to try more intimate stuff with george, and is able to just fully enjoy themself with him? Like a healing sort of thing?

I know this request is kinda different. I've seen your other posts about sensitive topics and thought they were great, and I checked to see what you are/aren't okay with (I hope I didn't get it wrong, if I did, I'm very sorry!), so I thought I'd send this in. I just thought it'd be a healing read! BUT, I understand that it's still sensitive, so totally no worries if that's the case!

Also, I hope this isn't too specific???? I apologise if it is!!!!

I hope that you're having a lovely day ^^

((Sorry it took so long! It’s been finals season, and since it’s such a heavy topic I wanted to be in a good headspace to work on it. Ya know?))

As someone who suffers from self harming ((I have an issue where I just scratch myself and my arms get scratched like crazy. They are vertical, so no one thinks they are ‘real’ self harming scars 🙄)) so writing George on a topic like this would be very comforting to me as well. Thank you for being so brave in asking 🫂 I’m so proud of you for speaking! This will be lovely

Kissable

George Weasley X AFAB reader

Warnings: 18+, heavy talks about Self Harm and Suicidal Ideations, gentle sex, lots of fluff and kisses, body positivity, disabilities, Umbridge, Fred gets to live because we need to lighten this heavy topic, lots of gentleness, wizarding war typical angst, deafness, body dysmphroia, it’s gonna be heavy and descriptive but also there is plenty of comfort to balance. Not sugar coating comfort. Sugaring coating can be so annoying. Trust me. I know

Life sure was different, when the war finally ended. The stress of it all was off everyone’s shoulders. The world was finally able to move forward. Death wasn’t at the doorstep. Life was suppose to be happier, but you still felt like it wasn’t. That you were holding yourself back. That even the battle of Hogwarts didn’t shake you back to reality. You felt bad, and George noticed.

“S’matter, jellybean?” He asked you, as he leaned himself against the railing. Having seen you space out again. Happened alot, but he noticed it more than ever now. As if he wanted to leave you to be stressed after all. This should be a happy time, but somehow it wasn’t.

“Just….Thinking.” You muttered, as you played with the end of your sleeves. You could hear him sigh, a deep one, as he watched. As if he knew something. Something you wish he didn’t. Seemed such a worry was made a reality, when you were both suddenly apparated into his office. A place for privacy, after all.

He’s been suspicious, but a constant wizarding war tends to take your mind off things. Along with busy with a school year, and starting up a business. Made any doubts get overrun with work, and stress, get covered. Not today, though. Not today.

“Love, we need to have a talk. A serious one, please.” That made your heart drop, as he would motion you to join him on the couch. You felt so terrified, as you were forced to sit next to him on it. Now having your hands held by his.

“You know I love you, and I want to take care of you. I love you so very much. We’ve been through so much together. You’ve been there for me, and I want to be there for you. You know that, right?” He asked, as you gave a sheepish nod. Wondering where this was going, but deep down knew he figured it out. He’s had it figured out for a while.

He’s not stupid, after all. You could only hide something like this for so long. Why you never turned on the light, how you used Umbridge as an excuse for anything that was accidentally seen. How you always wore long sleeves, even when going to bed. If you could hide your body, you did. But now? George could understand that pain, and he wasn’t having you suffer in silence anymore.

“Love, it’s ok. You know that, right? I’m not here to judge, or make fun of ya. Gonna be the last person to do that. I mean, look at me. Look at Billy boy. We know a thing or two about getting roughed up.” He tried to not directly say what he wanted to say, in a means to let you be the one to say it. To let YOU be in charge of it.

After the war, he just wasn’t the same. When Fred went in that coma, oh he was in utter hell. He was already recovering from his ear. Now he had to spend every day, wondering if his twin would live or die. How Umbridge caught wind of such a thing, and tried to pull something. Like trying to say Bill was qualified under the Werewolf laws. Oh life was hell, and he had to project somehow. Not the same as you, but to say there wasn’t a taste is an understatement.

“George, I really don’t want to talk about this-“ You tried to weasel out, but his grip on your hands only tightened. The sadness in his eyes left you frozen in place. He wanted to take care of you, and make sure you knew you were safe with him. Such a complicated mess it all was. Just made you feel worse, if anything.

“Love….Let me see you. Please. Let me see all of you. You see me, can I see you?” He tried, and your tears just welled up more. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Why he cared. Your brain just didn’t accept that people can love you. It’s hard to grasp.

“This is different-“ You tried. “Why is it different?” He rebutted. “It just is. It’s different when I do it-“ How the brain was complex, and a pain in the ass to have. Luckily, George knew a thing or two about them. You learn alot when running a joke shop. Kids come to you with so many problems. You learn things you don’t want to.

“I don’t want to force you, but I can’t have you suffer like this anymore. I’m not doing this to hurt you, Jellybean. You were there when I lost my ear. When I thought I was going to lose Fred. Umbridge, everything. Let me be there for you-“ He begged, as he forced your hand onto the side of his head.

Your palm would feel over the scars from the Potion Master Made Spell. How deep they were, and never seemed to properly heal. How familiar the texture was. The smoothness of cut flesh, as he no longer could hear. The lines that cut into his hair, cheek, and even face. It was nothing like what Bill suffered, but it hurt. Hurt no longer being identical.

With a shakey breath, you gave in. Ready to accept him screaming at you in disgust. To say all the mean things people have said to you before. Attention seeker, that you need to make them deeper already, that you look like a cutting board. Every insult, every mean remark. All of it. You accepted your fate, as you rolled up your sleeves.

The air was silent, but it wasn’t heavy. No, it was calm. Like the air was clear. For once, the weight was gone. You couldn’t understand why there was such a feeling of peace. Why wasn’t he looking at you with disgust? With hate? Why was he smiling?

“Hm, kinda remind me of Charlie. He’s got ink like crazy, same for Bill. You’ve seen them. Bills got these protection ruins, and Charlie has as many dragons as possible. You would look good with sleeves.” He smiled, as he gently held your wrist. Truly looking at them, and not flinching at all. He was looking at you. And wanting to make you feel like there was a chance you didn’t have to hide. That you were the center of it all. Not the scars. Not even asking why you had them. He didn’t need to know. He just wanted to know if you knew he could keep you safe.

The fact he started to kiss them was what had you sob. He was kissing something you hated so much. He was accepting it as a part of you. This was just what was part of your life. Your struggles. Your fears. Your hate. He was accepting that, because he loved you. You were what he cared about. Not what people thought.

It was such a tender moment, as you were able to let yourself cry. Let yourself have that good, needed, cry. All the while George took care of you. Kissing your scars, and holding you close. Just wanting you to know you were safe with him. Not rushing you. You never rushed him when he bursted into tears, no matter how random it was. So, you deserved that attention all the same.

“George…You know how I said I wanted us to wait until we were married?” You asked him, as you wiped your eyes. He would brush them aside, as well, as he nodded to you. Keeping his eyes glued with yours, as he tried to show you his full attention.

“It was kinda a lie. I didn’t want you to see me….But I think I’m ready now. I think you can see me now.” You consented, as he smiled. Clearly proud of such a big step. His pride made you want to cry more. There was no shame, or doubt, in those big brown eyes. He didn’t see you as any less, as before the topic was broached. It was as if you simply dyed your hair. It’s still you, under it all.

“I’ve been waiting for this, and I was willing to wait for never even.” He chuckled, as he kissed your cheek. Another reminder he was there for you. Not for some end goal. There was no end goal, with love. There was a continue. A continue for as long as the hearts wanted.

With a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you were side alonged back into your shared flat. Fred would be able to handle the shop just fine, after all. It’s near closing anyway. With how close those two were, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew where George went. Even as far as why.

“I’ve always wanted to see you. So badly.” He sighed, as he kissed you again. Gentle, and sweet. Not this heated passion in the books or movies. Just tender, and making sure you were taken care of. In every sense of the word. This was love, not sex.

Just gentle kisses, shared between you two, as he helps remove your clothes. Allowing more and more of you to be seen on the surface. Every cut, bruise, stretch mark, imperfection, whatever you had. He was able to finally see it all, and wouldn’t stop kissing each little dot on your skin.

It was so scary. Scary to allow him. He was so proud of you to allow him. To allow him to witness you whole. He was so damn proud. Couldn’t stop his kisses all over your skin. Along with a few little playful ones, like right on your nose. Just wanting to make you smile. Know that you were safe. No matter how vulnerable you were. You allowed him to feel safe, when he lost so much. It’s a crime to not return the favor.

Open mouth kisses would trail over your body, as he helped you lay down on the bed. Slow, sweet, and savoring it. Understanding just how important it all was. No need to rush. No need to treat it as a one and done. This a moment to share, between two people who loved each other. So very very very much.

“You really are beautiful. I know I know. I can say it all I want, but I mean it-!” He whined at the end, making you smile. Ever playful, no matter the mood. Was very soothing. Made any heavy topic easier to deal with. He just made life easier, and his smile could sooth any coals under your feet.

There was one more little kiss to your nose, before he finally allowed himself to strip. His own body full of scars from so many things. War, failed experiments, Umbridge, death eaters, blood purest’s, friends turned enemies, the list goes on. Those scars felt different to you. He didn’t ask for them, yet wasn’t ashamed of them either. The mind can truly be so warped, but George was always one to be fascinated by the world. Willing to dive into that hellscape you call a brain, because you are in there after all.

“You are so beautiful.” He just kept on saying, before his naked body was pressed against yours. Playful little kisses were pressed all over your face, as your skin felt his. Felt his scars on yours, yours were felt on his. Just pure skin contact, as he was holding you close. Loving every little part of you. If it was you, he loved it. Scars and all.

“I’m ready when you are. And if ready is never, eh. Who gives a shit?” He would place another kiss to your nose, before your hands were around his neck. You were trying to mentally psych yourself up, and he was more than happy to wait. Happy to just admire you. Big ole Brown eyes, and a freckled smile.

“Yeah. I’m ready.” You nodded, as he gave you another kiss. One arm was used to prop himself up, as the other found your slit. Just being very gentle, and stroking it. Not yet intruding, but just taking it nice and slow. He was no virgin, after all. But you were, and he was going to treat you right.

Slow, steady, and calculated. A man who was that of an inventor. He knew how to move his fingers. Gentle over your slit, almost ghosting it even. Made you crave more, in such a simple gesture. Those rough fingers on such a sensitive part of your body. All exposed to him.

A kiss to your neck was given, as he finally slipped them in. Had you shiver, but he kept planting kisses on you. Easing you into such a feeling you were growing costumed to. How you always loved his big and rough hands. Always brought you comfort. Now they were bringing you pleasure.

“You already feel so wonderful. Bloody amazing.” He whispered, as he would kiss along your jaw. Just two fingers pushing in and out of you. His thumb even working at your clit, and it had you whimper a bit. Such new stimuli, but he was keeping it slow and gentle. Easing you into it.

“Don’t be shy. I can only hear so much, have mercy on me.” He teases, as it helped bring you back to earth. That this isn’t just sex. You were making love with someone you love. Made you smile, as he kissed the corner of your mouth. Drinking in the soft little breaths you left for him, before he snuck a third finger in.

“Oh you are going to feel so bloody good. I just know it. I can hardly wait any longer.” He moaned for you, as he was picking up his speed. That earned him more sounds from you, as your walls were coating his fingers. Showing you were enjoying yourself, when your voice was lost.

“Are you ready, or was this enough for one day?” More reassurance. That even now, when he’s so close to getting his turn at pleasure, he wanted you to know it didn’t matter. You matter. Almost made you cry.

“I’m ready, Georgie. I mean it. For once, I’m ready.” You would cup his face, and admired him. Those warm eyes, that imperfect unsymmetrical face. Those freckles, those scars, and that beautiful toothy smile. That’s your man, and he was all yours. Never thought you deserved such a wonderful man in your life. In this moment though? You finally accepted it. Even if it was temporary, you were able to fight your brain long enough to say you deserved this man. Seemed George could even see it in your eyes, as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

The tip of his cock felt so hot. As if he was just twitching in need. Had you feel so beautiful. Beautiful to know he was that excited to be with you. Hard to fake a feeling like that, after all. That feeling of a throbbing cock. Just hungry to finally feel you. Feeling you, he did. Finally slipping inside, as you pulled him closer. Moaning into his mouth, as the gesture is returned.

You swore he might be feeling more pleasure from it than yourself. There was a morbid comfort in that. Knowing your body could do such a thing. Ever after so much, it could still do good. Made your body relax, and had you enjoy the ride all the better.

The feeling of his hips meeting yours, and how he rolled them. Feeling those hip bones against your soft flesh. It just itched a scratch you didn’t know you had. Feeling this slender man above you, with his arms tense. Those muscles showing themselves off to you. Freckled and scared. So beautiful to you.

The moans he gave you had you drunk. They sounded so good. You swore you could get off from them alone. The feeling of him moaning into your mouth, as he kept rolling his hips into yours. Fingers tangled together, as you both just enjoyed each other. No need for words. Just embracing what your bodies wanted. The feeling of connection, and love.

It was like a beautiful dream. Nothing else mattered, in that moment. Just the two of you. Making love, and enjoying each other’s company. To feel the air grow heated, and sweat build between you both. How those easy rolls grew in speed, and had you both gasping each other’s names. Fingers holding on tighter to each other, as if afraid to melt into nothing.

“You feel so good-“ He spoke so breathlessly, as he would keep thrusting into you. All the while you moan openly for him. Your hands were trapped under his own, and you would give him squeezes of delight into those callused fingers. Allowing yourself to be louder. A mixture of allowing yourself to enjoy it, and a need to make sure he could hear how much you were indeed enjoying it. It’s the least you can do. Small acts go a long way, and you witnessed such first hand tonight.

“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer-“ He admits, sounding so embarrassed. It was cute. He was always so cute. Had you smile, and he smiled back. Your smile seemed to comfort his blushing cheeks, as you two returned another kiss. A kiss, as his hips begun to thrust in an uneven pattern. Had you whimper for him, as he kept true to his word. He didn’t last any longer, and he was soon moaning your name into your mouth. Tangling it in your tongue, and his.

The heat inside felt so satisfying. To let yourself ride a high, and have it be with him. How your legs couldn’t stop themselves, and wrapped around him. Needing to have him as close as your bodies could allow it. As if needing to become one. It was truly like being a fire work. A burst of pleasure, and sounds. It all felt so good, and it truly did feel like it filled a void in your heart that you didn’t know you had.

Coming down from the high was treated slowly. The both of you savoring it. With him holding you, as he stayed where he was. His head snuggled into your neck, as you played with his hair. Your turn in giving him the gentle comfort. Allowing him to use his working ear to enjoy your breathing, and heart. No need to worry about words. Just gentle affection. Embracing each other, and enjoying a moment of existing.

“Worth the wait-?” You asked, as you two were finally in a more clear headspace. He took a moment to think, as he pulled out you. Had you whine, as you liked the feeling. That made him chuckle, as he was soon pulling a blanket over you both.

“Yes. Very much worth the wait.” He would reassure you, as he was now your big spoon. Making sure you felt safe, in yet another vulnerable moment. His legs tangled with yours, as he wrapped his arms around you. Giving you a hug, as he pressed his face in your neck. Enjoying your scent.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, but not out of sadness anymore. But pure relief. You will still have your dark days, but you had a bundle of sunshine to stay there. Stay, and wait, for when you could speak again. He wouldn’t leave you behind when things got rough. He was making sure of that. Not even processing how much this simple act of spoon was bringing such joy. He existed, and it made you existing easier.

“Love you, Georgie.” You said, as you stole a hand to kiss. His own lips returned the gesture, as they were right on your cheek. “Love you more, Jellybean.” He yawned.

That comfort of another body, it was just what you needed. For once, in a long time, you weren’t scared to fall asleep. You were happy to sleep. To get rest, even excited to wake up again. Because you knew one thing, and one thing that changed everything.

He would be there when you woke up, and that was what mattered. He would be there, every time you woke up, and sometimes that’s all it takes to make you wake up.

Your sunshine, always there when the rain clouds came. Always there, and will never leave.

[padfootswhiskers]

aww percy is back. i can't imagine how difficult it must've been for him to go through with it! his family can be...cruel, xD

[horrorxweasley]

REQUESTS OPEN

So after a very (Very) long time i'm getting back into writing! wooo so my requests are now open!

Here's who I'm writing for currently!

Satoru Gojo THIS IS MY MAIN MAN RIGHT HERE REALLY REALLY WANTING REQUESTS FOR HIM

Buggy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

I know a small list compared to what I have on my masterlist but it's who I feel comfortable with just now given that i've not written in so long.

I have also changed smut to be 18+ so if you are not 18+ or have your age displayed or you are a blank account. You will not be tagged in my smut fics.

tagging some moots to get the word out <3 @writing-wh0re @skarlettmikaelson @wizardwheezes @onlyfreds

[suugarbabe]

I’m genuinely obsessed with your writing! You are so good and I adore the longer ones so please don’t apologise for them!!

Thank you so much for writing my George idea!! I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request a Fred one??

Maybe where instead of dying in the war, Fred is cursed and looses his memories and the reader feels broken that he doesn’t remember her.

He slowly starts remembering his family and stuff but she’s the last one to be remembered and she thinks it’s because he must not love her as much but really it’s because his brain gets too overwhelmed by the love he has for her and just kind of shuts down??

I don’t know but I love the angst haha

Okay so I LOVE this idea. However it may take me a hot minute to create. I know I always say this and then I think about it and just pump it out but I think this could be really good, maybe even split into a Fred series??

You know I love my Freddie boy & he deserves to have bloody lived damnit!

So, please hold patiently but it will be done nonny!

[overheard-at-hogwarts]

[in the flying Ford Anglia]

Fred: Buckle up everyone!

Ron: *fastens his seatbelt* Like this is gonna save me if we crash...

[hptheboywholived]

Harry Potter & The Chamber of Secrets - by Breth-Art