#george weasley x chubby reader

[ginevrapng]

𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄)

pairing: george weasley x reader, ron weasley x reader

word count: 3.0k words

contents: swearing, a couple suggestive comments, reader wears a bikini at one point, chubby-coded reader, drinking, percy (he deserves a warning), reader not specified what hogwarts house they were in, no use of y/n, british idioms, phrases and slang words

a/n: this was originally a one-shot about george but as i kept writing i decided i wanted it to be a short series that also included ron and the possibility that the reader may up with him. this isn't a love triangle fic! there is no triangle!

summary: you're an honorary member of the weasley family and have been for years, you're one of ron's best friends and are very close. everyone thinks and teases you both that you're dating or have feelings for each other. this muddles up things as george feels guilty about his own feelings.

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you became an honorary member of the weasley family when you were in your third year at hogwarts, after meeting ron and afterwards meeting his family. now you probably spend more time with the weasley's than you do your own family. when you attended hogwarts you spent the summer holidays with them. it's been years and you've formed a bond with all of them, you care about them and they care about you. little did you know george cares about you in a different way than the others do.

ginny and fred often tease you and ron asking about when your wedding will be, while you flip them off and ron tells them to "bloody fuck off." whenever you see bill he asks if ron has finally had the balls to ask you out and sometimes you even worry that molly may be planning the wedding, no matter how many times you both insist there is nothing going on between you two the weasley clan make it their goal to not listen.

"i don't know why you all bang on about us. i fancied hermione for years. we're not dating, she's not my girlfriend!" ron shouts while throwing something at fred as he easily doges it.

looking up from reading the new muggle book hermione let you borrow you say with a fake teasing scowl, "who's 'she', the cat's mother?" ron glares at you in warning to tell you to shut up causing you to laugh.

george plops himself next to you on the sofa and looks at the book you're reading. "why're you readin' in the middle of the day? you normally read at night." he asks while looking over to you, blocking your vision of the page with his head.

pushing his head away with one hand he grins. "because hermione's lending it to me. that means i only have like a week to finish it before she wants it back."

"hey!" hermione shoots you a look, causing you and george to chuckle.

the person who believes you and ron the least is george, he knows you're not a liar, you would never lie but he worries that ron wants to keep you secret and not treasure you the way you deserve to be treated. he worries that your feelings towards his younger brother are unrequited and he'll end up breaking your heart. he would never voice these feelings out loud but you're always on his mind. he does feel guilty because he knows that you likely are dating ron but that doesn't stop his heart skipping a beat every time you smile at him or his stomach fluttering with butterflies anytime you brush up against each other.

he tries his hardest not to stare at you but it's hard, especially when you decide to sit opposite him at the dinner table, it's torture. he steals glances at you when he thinks no one is looking, your cute chubby cheeks pressed against the palm of your hand while your elbow is resting on the table and you're looking entirely unimpressed with what percy said. sticking your tongue out at fred from across the table whenever he teases you for liking 'really weird food' and how you don't like 'normal' food. sneakily threatening ron when you think molly isn't looking, pretending to stab him in the eye with your fork.

the whole time he thought that no one notices how he feels about you, he should know better by now with fred around. you've seen how george looks at you too, when you want to admire him secretly but you find that he's already looking at you, causing you to quickly look away but you figure george would never look at you in any other way than his brothers annoying friend or like a younger annoying adopted sister, no matter how much you wished he'd see you as more.

sometimes you think you have a chance with him but those cases are rare and they're gone as quickly as they come.

one summer you all went down to the seaside, wanting to spend some time at the beach, while you all complained about how hot it was in the car and annoyed because not all of you could apparate yet, so you had to be boiled alive in the car. when you finally got to the beach you all changed as soon as possible, wanting to get cooler and strip off the extra layers you were all wearing.

normally you would have had some insecurity about wearing a bikini but in those recent years you'd became more comfortable in your body and you knew that none of the weasley's would judge you. and after you, ginny and hermione went shopping the week before to buy swimming costumes you were more than content with your recent purchase and happy to wear it. your costume was fairly simple, it was really cute. your stretch marks and soft stomach visible while wearing the bikini, you thought you looked rather pretty though.

you glanced up after getting changed to see harry gawking at ginny, you went up next to him and flicked his nose. "eyes up front solider." harry blushed and turned away from you both making you giggle.

you feel eyes on you and think it's likely one of the girls but looked to see george as he was marvelling you and for a second you swear he was looking up and down your body, focusing on your plush thighs. your body bursts out your chest but you worry that he isn't looking at you with fondness and instead the opposite, thinking you don't look good, that is until you saw his eyes and his dilated pupils and mouth slightly agape. if you were braver you would of said something similar to what you said to harry but alas you're not so you settle on. "georgie, are you okay?"

he snaps out of whatever he was thinking about and grins at you. "'course i am, shortcake." you have a craving for shortcake once and eat only shortcake for a 5 days and you are forever condemned to the nickname forever. at least it's better than ronniekins or weatherby you suppose. george walked up to you and for a second you thought he might just pull you closer to him and hug you, instead, it felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped on you as he ruffles you hair and goes to get a drink from the cooler. hopes crushed.

"you look nice," ron tells you picking up a couple drinks, going to hand one to you.

"gee, thanks ronald. i might just fall in love." you roll your eyes playfully. he presses the ice cold drink against your arm causing you to yelp. he runs off before you can do the same while you swear at him.

george watches the interaction and his heart hurts, he wants to joke like that with you, he wants you to tell him you love him. he looks away and tries to clear his head. he doesn't want you to think he isn't okay.

another time while you both were still attending hogwarts george asked you if you were going to hogsmeade that weekend and you declined saying you had to study. " 'shame, i'll miss you." you spent the whole week thinking about that. he will miss you, not we will. the day everyone goes to hogsmeade you can't concentrate in the library, you try to but you can't, you had a huge essay due the following day and you'd barely begun it. instead you're rethinking what george said over and over again. you decided to pack up your things early after only an hour of studying and head to hogsmeade to meet everyone.

you were unsure of where everyone would be so you search around to see if you can spot anyone. you spotted george in the three broomsticks opposite a girl you've never seen before. you were about to walk in to talk to them until you saw them holding hands as george places a kiss on her knuckle. you froze, i guess he didn't miss me that much. you turn back around and walk straight back into the castle hoping no one sees you, luckily they didn't and they're none the wiser as you pretend you've been studying all day and george never mentioned the girl. fake smile plastered on your face as you hear them talk about their day. hopes crushed.

this pattern has been going on for years now where you think maybe he might look at you the way you look at him, every time he proves you wrong. when you get too in your head you think about how attractive he is compared to you, how you could get lost in his deep chestnut eyes and his chiselled jaw. how you want to run your hand through his pretty red flaming hair and kiss the freckles on his broad shoulders that he has from playing years of quidditch. god you want to kiss him so bad.

now though you're getting ready for the night, there was a vote and the majority dictated a muggle club, so you're all getting ready and tonight you're going all out.

"you look beautiful." you hear ron say as you walk down the stairs with harry nodding in agreement getting an amused smirk from you. ron smiles at you and you get reminded about how sweet he truly is and about how much he's grown in the last few years, especially when you think back at the disaster of the yule ball when he was still hung up on hermione and treating padma patil like shit. maybe in another life you and ron would of been together.

"aw, thanks ronald. be careful though, i might think you do actually want to date me," you tease.

"piss off." he mumbles and you swear you see a light blush causing you to chuckle. you hook your arm around his and wait for the stragglers (i.e hermione who is still doing her hair.)

when you walked down those stairs george forgot how to breath. you looked absolutely stunning with your dress accentuating your curves, clinging to your body in all the right ways and your hair framing your face. george couldn't look away you. wide hips he wanted to grab and hold on to and thick thighs that he wanted to feel wrapped around him. your pretty eyes gazing at ron, pissing him off. george's mood switched up quickly after that, body tense and jaw clenched as he sees you chuckle at whatever ron stupidly said. his eyes hardened stare when he watches you hold onto his arm.

the whole night he doesn't take his eyes off you as you dance and drink and sing along to the muggle songs you recognise. everyone notices, you notice, ginny notices, hermione notices, even oblivious ron and harry notice it. george gets teased most of the night about it, especially by fred, who whenever comes over to get another drink after dancing with a group of girls calls him "loverboy" and an "idiot, jealous, fool."

he knows that you must know that he's watching you no matter how many drinks you've had you must be able to tell, and you do but you assume it's something like last time and you don't want him to do something like ruffle up your hair again, especially when you've spent so long doing it. you don't want to ask him and realise that he's judging your outfit or that he doesn't think you're pretty enough to stand and dance with the rest of you. you don't want to know what he's thinking this time. your hopes on his feelings towards you were crushed long ago after multiple events so you do you best to ignore him, knowing that eventually some gorgeous girl will get his attention, little do you know that you already have that.

so you dance the night away, ron spinning you in his arms while he complains that if you keep drinking at this rate he'll have to carry you home.

ron moves your hair to the side over on one shoulder so you can hear him better as he talks into your ear and pressing your soft frame against his. "s' you gonna tell me why george is looking at you like." he spins you around again.

"honestly, ' no idea. tryin' not to think about it. just want to dance with you."

"i can definitely do that." he grins as you carry on dancing and swaying together.

george didn't think he get more angry, that was until he saw ron brush your hair away from you and whisper in your ear. he thinks you're both incredibly too close together, he knows he has no right to be angry. he thinks there is something going on between you two but that doesn't mean it doesn't boil his blood to see you two all over each other.

"gonna go get us more drinks 'kay? you want the same?" ron gently takes his hands of your waist and asks you.

"yes please ronnie." you reply, slightly stumbling without ron behind you to balance you.

ron watching this, smirks. "i'll be right back. don't fall over 'right. after this one you'll be drinking water." you stick your tongue out in response causing ron's smirk to widen.

george watches ron make his way to the bar and he considers going up to talk to you, to compliment you, to spend time with you while everyone else is busy, you've barely spoken together all day. the decision is made for him and stopped as harry comes up to talk to him and he sees ginny and hermione make their way over towards you.

when he looks over to see you again you're dancing with the girls and singing to a song he's never heard of before, he wonders if ron's heard it, if you've showed it to him before. if you like it so much you're singing it at the top of your lungs, you must really like it, probably enough to show ron. george isn't listening to a word harry is saying but he can't stop the grin that appears on his face, watching you jump and dance and sing. 'if you wanna be my lover. you gotta get with my friends.' his grin disappear as he see's ron behind you with two drinks in hand finishing of the lyric with you, "make it last forever. friendship never ends." you wrap your arms around his neck after spotting him, slightly spilling both of the drinks and take your one.

the night ends a couple of hours later, you slightly sobered up, tipsy instead of drunk, with ron sticking to his guns and only letting you have water. near the end of the night you end up leaving the dance floor exhausted from the dancing and pulling ron with you knowing that the only reason he was still on the dance floor was because he didn't want to leave you on your own while you were drunk in case anything happened to you. leaning on his shoulder and softly singing the songs you know you cuddle up to him. he pulls you both back on the booth so you're comfier and wraps his arm around your waist.

you both sit in comfortable silence as you watch everyone, at the same time spotting harry trying to hopelessly flirt with a girl that looks like a carbon copy of ginny causing you to laugh. "i had no idea ginny had a twin." you joked making ron burst out laughing. you pull on his shirt to get his attention, "love you ron." kissing your forehead he tells you he loves you too.

weirdly enough harry ended up the drunkest out of all of you, normally the drunkest title gets handed to you or ginny. tonight the title was handed to harry with george and ron staying the most sober.

trying to stumble into the burrow as quietly as possible was a harder feat than you thought, fred chuckling at your attempt to try not to trip over anything. "fuck off." you tell him, louder than you probably should have but lacking volume control due to the alcohol.

you make your way up the stairs with the help from ron and begin to walk into ron's room. "what'cha doing? you stay in ginny's room remember." he stops you from moving any further.

"but i want cuddles ronnie!" you whine in your drunken state. harry hearing this laughs uncontrollably at the scene of you trying to slip out of ron's hold to get into his room.

"shut up harry." ron hisses trying to deal with his two of his drunk best friends. "bed. now. we'll cuddle tomorrow."

"promise." you hold out your pinky finger for him to take.

he takes your finger, "promise. get some sleep."

"mm, 'kay. night harry!" you quietly call behind ron say in a sing song voice before ron shushes you. "night ronald." both harry and ron wishes you goodnight and you turn to tiptoe into ginny's room.

that's when you see george still on the stairs, watching you. for the first time tonight you've looked at him and he realises that absolutely anything could happen yet if you'd look at him like you are now then everything would be okay. george clears his throat and goes to say goodnight. to say how beautiful you looked tonight. how he missed speaking to you all night. "night george. sleep well." you walk past him and kiss his cheek, he audibly gasped but you were too tired and tipsy to notice. you go into ginny's room and leave george standing on the stairs, taking in how soft your lips felt against him and how he could still smell the drink you always get. george holds his hand against where you kissed him and beams before entering his room.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Every Perfect Curve

George Weasley x Chubby Reader

You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you can’t help but feel self conscious that you haven’t ’bounced back’ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never ‘bounce back’ as they say

Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy

Writing Coms Open

“This used to fit-!” You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You haven’t worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen. You couldn’t even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.

“Jellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?” George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.

Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he won’t lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides well….The hormones.

“But she had seven kids! I just had one-!” You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.

Before he could stop you, you were already crying. “I’m so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! I’m covered in stretch marks, and I can’t wear clothes right anymore! I’m bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!” You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.

“Jellybean-“ He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didn’t see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.

“Jeans are uncomfortable anyway.” He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldn’t stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.

“Come on. You like my pants anyway.” He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didn’t even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.

“Much better?” He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didn’t get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.

“Shut up.” You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, it’s him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldn’t be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.

“ACK-! FLEUR HELP-!” Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.

“Hey, look at me-“ George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. “You have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.” He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didn’t get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.

“And these-“ He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. “These are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-“ And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.

Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. “He eats like a Weasley alright-“ You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasn’t so bad. Right?

The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.

“His first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!” George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.

“Oh hush-“ Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.

“Come here, sweetie-“ You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and George’s hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, you’ll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know you’ll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.

“When will I get a turn?” George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. “Hey-!” He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.

“Oh he is so handsome-“ Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didn’t get so chubby, Fleur wouldn’t get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasn’t as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.

“Hungry thing.” Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. “If not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.” George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.

“He’s picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before he’s even two-!” George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. “And soon French-“ Fleur echoed. “Arabic ain’t that bad-“ Bill tagged in. “And of course Romanian.” You vouched for Charlie. “Smart ass baby.” George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.

This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasn’t a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.

“There we go-“ You smiled, as he gave his little burp. “Much better, hm?” You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.

“He got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.” Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his son’s back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.

“This might be soon, but do you think-?” George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldn’t blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. Maybe…..

You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help George’s hand. “Plenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?” You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.

He kissed your lips, before kissing your son’s head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 28

WARNINGS: mentions of violence

You desperately search for a convincing excuse to give her as Professor Umbridge stomps toward you and the twins, but in all your panic you can't come up with anything. You know you've been caught.

Just before Umbridge reaches you, Fred and George simultaneously step in front of you... as if to protect you. Do they fear Umbridge will try to do you physical harm? You think it's silly at first, but then you remember all of the rumors going around the school about what she did to Harry after he challenged her...

"Don't punish y/n," the twins quickly say. "It was our idea."

"I don't care who's idea it was!" Umbridge barks. Her entire head is as red as a tomato. "Especially when she promised me that you three troublemakers were going to class!"

It's true. You had lied straight to her froggy face, but you weren't sorry for it.

You stand on the tips of your toes so that you can make eye contact with Professor Umbridge. "I didn't promise anything," you say matter-of- factly.

"Don't talk back to me!" Umbridge roars, and you can tell Fred and George are struggling to hold in a laugh. Umbridge points a chubby finger in your direction and spits, "Detention!"

As Umbridge smooths her skirt, you and the twins wait for her to elaborate, but she does not.

"O-only for me?" you eventually ask with a tone of uncertainty.

Professor Umbridge displays her knowing, evil little smile. "Yes. My office, tonight at five o'clock sharp."

"Why not punish us, too?" Fred says, upset.

"Because the... disciplining will be more effective if you aren't together. Twenty points from Gryffindor and thirty points from Slytherin." And with that, Umbridge turns around and walks back in the direction of the Quidditch field entrance.

"Oh, boy, if it was legal..." George makes an aggressive, strangling motion with his hands.

You sigh. "I probably won't even have time for dinner."

"I'm sure she's aware of that," Fred growls. He begins to pace back and forth, obviously thinking hard. Then Fred stops and, as if they both suddenly conjured the exact same thought, the twins look at each other. You watch wearily as they silently communicate, leaving you out of the conversation. Fred squints slowly. George hesitates for a moment and then shakes his head. Fred's brow furrows in intense concern. George shakes his head again, this time with more surety. Fred raises an eyebrow questioningly...

You sigh once more and brush past the twins. You start to head back to the castle.

"Wait, y/n," Fred says softly, gently grabbing your hand. "There's still a long while until your detention."

"Yeah, but that long while is another class I should be getting to." You give his hand an affectionate squeeze, and then you walk away sadly towards the castle.

[thechillmage]

ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ...... let me show you my love

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ...... Y/n doesn't believe that Fred loves her due to his previous acts to her

requested: yes, but i deleted the request accidentally 😭🫶🏼 thankfully i had a scs of the request in my notes

fred weasley x harry's sis!chubby!reader

i like writing in 3rd pov, but if you don't like that, i can switch to 1st or 2nd

Y/n denied to believe that Fred likes her or even loves her. It just wasn't that believable to her, Fred was always around skinny girls. Jealousy, that's what she felt when he was seen around them. Not only that, but Fred and his twin, George, used to make fun of her, making her sad as soon as she heard what they said to her. Whenever she walked into a classroom, or just her common room, girls would look her up and down, probably not in a good way. She wasn't insecure, but just the looks they gave to her caused the insecurity to rise. Previously, she wore crop tops without feeling embarrassed, but now she doesn't. People judge whatever you are, skinny, chubby, overweight, and underweight. They just can't keep their mouths shut. When Fred started to act nice towards her, at first, she tried avoiding him and his suspicious behavior. But she couldn't. He was everywhere. She also noticed that people stopped judging her, so she was happy about that, feeling more confident to start wearing new clothes that were shorter.

"I mean, isn't it so sudden?" Y/n spoke to Harry and Hermione, who were waiting for Ron, talking about how suspicious Fred was. Harry shrugged, but Hermione replied, "Maybe he realized how nice and beautiful you are? People stopped whispering about you and judging you out of nowhere. Maybe he said something?" she whispered, not wanting people around them to hear. Y/n looked down at her hands before nodding "Hmh" she hummed. She looked around, seeing the twins and Ron going towards them. Fred looked worried, as if he was looking for someone. Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and left before Ron got to them, picking up George as well. Y/n thought that Fred would follow after George and the trio, but he continued walking towards Y/n, a smile forming on his face. "Hello Miss L/n, what a pleasure seeing you, I've been looking for you. " he smiled, "You look beautiful today, just like you always do. " Y/n blushed, and this time, she didn't ignore him. Instead, she thanked him. "Thank you Fred, why were you looking for me?" she asked him. He looked at her, keeping eye contact. "I was going to ask you to go to Hogsmeade with me tonight, or tomorrow, whenever you can. I don't mind waiting for you." he answered, starting to get anxious. Who would get anxious talking to a girl like you, Fred thought, staring at her lovingly. She looked around, fidgeting with her fingers, replying to him: "Sure Fred, I will go to Hogsmeade with you gladly. I am free today, tomorrow, and every other day.". "So today? I'll be at your common rooms entrance at 5PM." he said before smiling at her and leaving.

Y/n spent her day reading and walking around the castle, thinking about what to wear to Hogsmeade. When the clock hit 3PM, she started to get ready, Hermione helping her to choose what to wear. After she was done, she talked with Hermione for a bit until it was 4.40PM before getting out of their dorm. Hermione and Y/n saw Fred sitting at the couch, waiting patiently with her favorite flower. Harry hit Fred with his arm to get him to turn around, Y/n widened her eyes at him as if to ask him why'd you hit him. Fred stood up slowly, turning to Y/n, a shy smile on his face. "You look beautiful," he said as he got closer to her. "You look handome," she talked back. He gave her the flower before suggesting, "Shall we go, my lady?". She nodded and placed her hand into his bigger one. When Y/n and Fred left, Harry and Hermione high fived each other, "I told you it would work." Harry said. "I didn't say it wouldn't." Hermione sang, smiling. They made a plan named "The perfect match; a plan", they laughed about the name, and it sounded like a book.

... 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ...

"The day that you said yes to go on a date with me is the day I knew that you would be the one standing in front of me at the aisle. Even tho I used to make fun of you, I regretted it immediately when I realized how sad you got. That made me try to gain your attention by following you around like a lost puppy, but you managed to escape me every time. Until, that day, when you were in the Grand Hall with Harry and Hermione. I was talking to Fred about how I couldn't find you, I planned to apologize by taking you on a date, so the day before, I asked your best friends what were your favorite flowers, books, sweets, and what you like doing on weekends. They helped me to talk to you. Instead of waiting for Ron in the common room, they waited in the Grand Hall, knowing that George and I would get there with Ron. You probably saw the relief appear on my face when I saw you. It was true what I said, I was looking for you that day. I promise never to let you down and feel left out anywhere we go together. To answer your incoming question, no, you won't be safe when pranks occur. And one last thing before I end my speech and that is...I love you, I always have, and I always will." Fred ended his vows for Y/n. "Can someone get us some tissues?" he sniffed, crying after seeing his love of life cry. The crowd laughed before Hermione got them the tissues, taking one for herself. And with that, they continued their love until deaths stopped them. Even then, they would find each other in the afterlife.

sorry that it's short </3

and sorry for accidentally deleting your request😭

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

Letters to G. Weasley. [g.w. x reader]

Inspired by Letters to Milena.

You left me in that beautiful heap of dazzles and brilliance; your recalcitrance with your brother— just to send a message.

Do you know how I felt when I saw what you left in the sky on the morning of my NEWTS; your farewell to Hogwarts while we were all stuck under the authoritarian regime of that daft pink woman.

I was so, so, so devastated.

I spent my nights crying, you git. You didn't tell me you were leaving.

- Y/N, May 14, 1996.

***

Dear George,

I've come to peace with you after ignoring all your owls. Yes, I'm writing back to you. Yes, I've decided to address you, unlike my last letter, if you still have it.

Even though I dearly, passionately, and remarkably hate you; I still miss your voice.

I've graduated from Hogwarts and I'm joining the Ministry. Has your shop been doing well? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, was it? Never mind that I'll get straight to the point. No more preamble.

I'd like to see you, if you'd wish to, of course. I've moved on from that undesirable spring.

I fully understand if you wish not to. You can be a man of deep-seated grudges, after all.

I'll leave it up to you, and I most favourably look forward to your reply.

Yours,

Y/N, June 21, 1997

***

George.

It's been a rough month. I know it's been tougher for you, too. Is your ear, or lack thereof, okay? From what I understand from your letter, you're currently hiding in Sirius Black's family's manor with The Order, and the Burrow's gone? I cannot fathom this.

The Dark Lord, Cedric's death in 6th year, I thought it was all a nightmare. Now it's very much real. Please, take care of yourself. It's been hectic here in the Ministry. I've been drinking Pepper-Up potions every two days just to feel alive.

Please, please, please, I cannot stress this enough, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 2, 1997.

***

George.

Please, let me join The Order. I know I can handle it. I want to, I need to, join the battle against Voldemort. Let me help.

He took away everything we've loved dearly. It's only a matter of time until he strikes all of us down.

Please, reply as soon as you can.

I love you dearly.

Yours,

Y/N, August 14, 1997.

***

George Weasley.

With your lack of response, I'm going to assume you're not letting me join The Order. Or are you dead?

For the love of Merlin, let me in. I need to know you're okay. I spent nights thinking of the worst possible scenarios; what if you've all been found by Voldemort? What if I never get to see you again?

Please, at least reply. Even one single word. Anything, just to know you're alive.

I know the Ministry's hot on Potter's tail right now, so if you ever read this, please send my regards to him. I've seen the way Fudge hides away in his office. The man's out of his mind, rambling about how Voldemort isn't back.

Diagon Alley shut down. Ollivander's gone. Your shop's... Seen better days.

Oh, how I wish to go back to halcyon days. Reply, please.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 29, 1997.

***

My dearest, George,

As soon as Errol came swooping by my window, I got up, drank my milk, and wrote to you.

I understand why you won't let me join, it's dangerous. I understand completely. But please, don't leave me in the dark. It's been two months since I last saw you, don't you think I at least deserve to know what's happening?

Merlin, you lost an ear. You're just like that Muggle painter, don't you know? I don't want to lose you spiralling in the raging sea of war.

It isn't easy for anyone right now, and I understand you're just trying to get by. Apropos of your nightmares, I'll send you Dreamless Sleep potions by Owl soon. I've brewed them a few months prior because I, too, have been plagued with nightmares.

The world's in a dark place right now. Please, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, September 2, 1997.

***

Dearest George,

Amidst the never-ending darkness, I got myself a cat. She's a chubby ginger tabby cat, and in the envelope is a picture of us together. I've recently taken up Muggle photography to get my mind off things; though Muggle cameras aren't as capable as magical cameras, they have this certain charm to them. They remind me a lot of you, actually.

The cat's still unnamed, so I'm leaving the task of naming her to you.

How are the potions? Are they helping? You didn't mention them in your letter, so I thought to ask you.

I miss you, dearly. Come home soon.

Yours,

Y/N, October 14, 1997.

***

George.

Please, for the love of fuck, tell me you're alive.

News of Death Eater attacks are all over the Prophet. I'm still safe and sound, but where are you?

Word is going around in the Ministry that a second wizarding war may break out any time soon.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Write back.

Y/N, April 29, 1998.

***

George.

I'm fighting in the war.

Wait for me, my love.

Yours,

Y/N, May 2, 1998

***

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Ok so here me out : Tom Riddle,Mattheo Riddle,Lorenzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott x F! slytherin!reader smut (here i don't know if you write smut, but if you don't just say i don't wanna make you write something you're uncomfortable with).The contest: They are jealous of the Weasley twins cuz they like joke flirt with y/n so they um kinda you know what i mean (maybe punish her?)Oh and i'm kinda chubby so if you could write about how reader is a little insecure or something it'll will be perfect if you're not comfortable writeing that don't write it💗💗💗

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

A/n: I have never written smut before so this is something different to me and I hope you like it.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Mattheo riddle x Lorenzo Berkshire x Theodore Nott x Tom Riddle x FSlytherin reader👧💋

A delicate rose 🐍💋

I was walking down the halls of Hogwarts, clutching my books to my chest, all my classes were until after break. I at least had some time to study, who knows I might just get another lecture from the oh so perfect granger. Let me just say I’m not a brainiac like Miss Granger and I’m not as strong as Ginny, I’m certainly not a beauty like Fleur Delacour. I’m just an average student who wishes to pass her grades and eventually get a job at the ministry. I’m someone who normally stays quiet, I would usually listen to the squabbles of Potter and Malfoy. I felt self-conscious, most of the time I was bullied by Pansy and her Slytherin gang.

The girl was a good for nothing piece of merlin dung, she deserves to have her robes burned. She was the reason I’m insecure for my looks and weight, so in a way I do have a problem with comparing myself to the perfect students of Hogwarts. I won’t let that stop me however I do have a humble passion not many students have and more, so I do develop attractions.

I was walking through the halls, many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws passed my way “Hm Gryffindor must be at quidditch practice”. I heard footsteps running up behind me, quickly I turned and held my wand up in protection “Oi their love, I’m not some troll ha” my eyes looked up to see one of the Weasley twins. “What do you want Weasley” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Should we tell er’ Fred” George smiled “Yeah George, go on mate” Fred replied with a smirk. The two Weasley twins approached with flowers in hand “You want to come with us to the tea house, eard’ it’s a place for couples” Fred smiled with a goofy expression. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting aside from me blushing like a red beet “I-I suppose but-“.

My words were cut off when I heard a male voice “she won’t be attending with you blood traitors” a voice sneered from behind me. “I wouldn’t expect this delicate rose to be involved with such hideous abominations to the wizarding world”. Fred and George stared at the boy with anger, the boy had black hair and very good-looking features. “Now off with you before I let the professor know of your little prank with the Slytherins in their dorms” the boy held a hand to my shoulder. “hey they didn’t do anything wrong-“ the boy interjected “correct they haven’t but you on the other hand, my oh my you poor thing thinking you could flaunt yourself in front of other boys”.

The boy reached his hand to my cheek, I blushed more then I did with the Weasley twins “You were rather naughty, I expected a girl with high morals”. He leaned further closer to my ear, his hot breath touched my skin, I flinched with confusion. “I suppose you should be claimed, you may call me mattheo”  his smile only widened further “Mattheo you foolish boy, how dare you start seducing y/n without me” another boy appeared from around the corner. “Theodore, must you interrupt me”  Mattheo scowled, he wasn’t impressed with anyone interrupting his prized possession. “Indeed, I must say you aren’t good enough for the girl, firstly you aren’t doing it right”  Theodore strutted up and pushed me against the stone wall, he forced his lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting such as surprise except this was my first kiss. “Enough! Theodore, I won’t let you claim my prize” Mattheo grabbed his wand and held it to my throat, without a second thought the boy placed his soft lips against mine “I shall make you beg for mercy” he hissed. My face didn’t exactly cover up the amount of blushing I was showing “my my, such a pity, you were quite fascinating until you betrayed us” a boy came out from behind Mattheo “Lorenzo, what are you doing here”  Mattheo scowled. Lorenzo wasn’t exactly BFF’s with Mattheo due to his hatred for his father “I wanted to spend time with my emerald snake”.

Lorenzo shoved his way to meet my lips, he was a lot more passionate then the three, he was quite grabby. I yelped as he grabbed my breast, I couldn’t help but slide my hands towards his chest “Now, now why should you have all the fun”. The three boys grabbed me and led me down to dungeons, “You should’ve strayed from those blood traitors” Mattheo hissed. A voice could be heard from the distance “and to whom did you bring in my presence” a boy with defined features and sharp handsome looks glared at the three Slytherins. “Our rose betrayed us, she went ahead and flaunted herself in front of those Weasley twins”  Theodore sneered, “I wonder…”.

The head Slytherin boy came up closer until he reached my race, he trailed down to my neck. “Silly girl, betraying someone as powerful as me, indeed you will need to be punished”  the head boy slid his tongue against my neck. “Mm” I muttered in embarrassment “hush you foolish half blood, you may be in the same house as me, but never will you par to my power”.

I realised from Harry’s description from when he saved Ginny, “your Tom Riddle, but I thought you were dead”. Tom laughed out loud “Nothing can kill me, for as long as I live, I shall be the one that will kill potter”.

Tom sneered at the sight of me, he grabbed my face and slid his tongue in my mouth. Mattheo growled, he came up and grabbed my breast with possession, he tried to push Tom off but to no avail. Theodore and Lorenzo stood silently debating on whether to join or watch.

I closed my eyes waiting for my fate as the four Slytherin boys surrounded my body.

To them I was their delicate rose.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[daily-hayley568]

hi :)

Can I get a plussized non-binary reader, x Fred Weasly,

and like, Fred just gets pissed at some slytherins (the quidditch captain) for making fun of reader for being bigger (but like, their not skinny but also not fat? Ykyk?) and Fred just is mad and then soon has to comfort the reader?

I’d Knock Your Teeth Straight but That Would Be Doing You A Favor|Fred Weasley

pairings: Fred Weasley x gn!reader

summary: You and Fred have been dating for about a year. You’d always thought yourself as a bit chubby and you were okay with that. A lot of Slytherins made comments to you and Fred Weasley was there to hear it.

warnings: self-deprecation, bullying?, swearing, fighting, a lot of of fluff

A/N: y’all are gorgeous!! i love the love you guys give my tumblr and I hope I do this request justice! Love hayley.

Another restless September morning. You were sitting by the Black Lake watching the squid swim and tread through the depths of the water. You were writing in your journal about a story you were trying to create.

It was something you loved to do. It was to write and read fantasy stories even if you felt like you lived in a fantasy yourself. You were attending Hogwarts and dating the most well-known prankster known. Fred Weasley.

When you first met Fred and George you were a shy first-year looking for somewhere to sit down on the train to Hogwarts. You met the twins and Lee Jordan that day. A quartet that had never been separated since.

And like most, you fell for the flirtatious charms of Fred Weasley. You figured the only way you guys were dating was because George decided seven minutes in heaven would be the best game. After drinking a couple firewhiskys you agreed. Oh merlin, was it heaven.

Since then Fred asked you on a date and then to be his significant other. You really loved him.

Your memories were interrupted by a couple of Slytherins sauntering towards you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You internally sighed.

This has been happening for a while. You used to keep your head down but since you started dating Fred Weasley that changed. It put a target on your back so to speak.

It was usually after George and Fred pranked one of them. They retaliated against you. You would never tell Fred. He didn’t have to know. The Slytherins were just making comments.

You didn’t think the comments were far off.

“Personally,” one boy in the group started, “I didn’t know they let cows into Hogwarts.”

The group cackled, circling in on you menacingly. You shifted in the grass looking up at them.

“I haven’t seen any cows.” You muttered and they chuckled.

“I’ll show you one.” One of the boys conjured a mirror showing yourself. “Here.”

You choked back tears, not daring to cry in front of these pathetic fools. Then the same one grabbed your journal tossing it into the black lake.

“We’d toss you but we’re not even that strong.” They laughed again walking towards the castle.

You scrambled up, tears running freely, “Shit, shit, shit!” You grabbed the journal soaked and ruined. “Damn.”

“Darling! There you are.”

Fred. oh no. You used your sleeve to wipe the tears, praying to Merlin that you didn’t look like you’d been crying. You forcibly swallowed the tears.

You turned with a sour expression. “What’s wrong?” He was with George and George’s frown was prevalent.

“I- the wind blew and caught the book and it fell in the water.” The lies were too easy. You didn’t want Fred to know, nor George. It’s not like it was a big deal.

“It’s ok, Baby. I’ll get you a new one.” Fred muttered bringing you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

Instantly all your worries faded into the crisp breeze. Fred smelled of fire and a strong cinnamon scent. He smelled like home.

“Would you like to hear our newest prank?” Fred grinned leaning down to peck another kiss to your lips.

“Tell me all about it!”

—-

The weeks had been silent from the Slytherin crew. You were thankful. This time they approached you was after Gryffindor won the quidditch cup.

You exited the party walking down the corridors. Empty and the faded wireless music followed you. You shivered even with Fred’s sweatshirt over you.

That’s when you ran full into Marcus Flint. Ah, fuck. Marcus Flint was an ugly Slytherin boy. He had crooked front

“Sorry.” You muttered, keeping your head down.

“L/N. I didn’t know Weasley’s jumper would fit on you.” The snaggled-tooth boy snickered.

You swallowed, turning to face him. “Then again you may’ve used an enlargement charm.”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You whispered softly trying to brush past him, but he wrapped an hand around your wrist yanking you back.

“Where do ya think you’re going?”

“I just said. Away from you.”

“Y’know. You’d be prettier if you were skinnier. You’re just a blob.”

You choked again. “Please. Stop.”

“What because you it’s true?”

“Get your hands off them. Now.” Fred Weasley. Oh.

You turned and Fred was striding towards the both of you. Fred had heard the entire conversation and he realized he had to stop this madness.

Blood boiling rage filled the older twin. He wanted to slam Marcus Flint into the wall. The older boy, Marcus, grinned at the appearance of Fred.

“We were just chatting weren’t we, Darling?” His taunting grin to you made you shiver.

“Don’t call me that.”

Fred reached them stepping in front of you to break the physical contact between you two. Fred pushed Marcus back. “Shut the fuck up. She’s pretty enough as is. You couldn’t get someone as pretty as her even if you tried.”

“I could get skinnier, I bet.”

“You’re a full git, you know that?” Fred landed his fist in Marcus’ nose. “I’d knock your teeth straight but that’d would be doing you a favor.”

You had never seen Fred so.. angry. It was kinda hot. If you weren’t on the verge of tears.

Marcus scattered off and it was just you and Fred. You were left alone in the corridor. Fred thought you were so gorgeous bathed in the moonlight from the windows.

“It’s stupid that I’m crying, I know. It’s just it’s kept happening.”

“Kept happening. Baby, has this been going on for a long time?” You nodded glancing off to the window so you wouldn’t have to look into his chocolate eyes. He turned your chin with his fingers his eyes welcoming and full of love. “It’s not stupid. Slytherins are jerks. I wished you would’ve told me, I would’ve handled it sooner.”

“I thought it would just stop. That they’d leave me alone.” He sighed wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s not like they were lying to me.”

Fred looked as if he had been slapped in the face.

“What? They were lying. Just jealous you’re the best person all in Hogwarts.” He kissed you. “I love you so much.”

He kissed you again, “You’re so funny.” Another kiss. “Creative.” Kiss. “Smart.” Kiss. And again and again. He kept telling you something new he loved about you.

Fred knew he was going to have to beat the snot out of Marcus Flint, but right now he was going to comfort you.

He led you to his dorm that night, tucked you both in and fell asleep.

You didn’t have to wonder the next morning why Marcus Flint had a black eye and cut lip at breakfast. Or why he was glaring at you and Fred his arm tightly around you.

[maevesheart]

IT’S A CRAZY THING

━ ⋅𖥔⋅ TJ&TQ (02)

FRED WEASLEY X FEM!READER

❝ it’s a crazy thing ❞ the joker and the queen / = (2022)

note: —

summary: waking up in the burrow is the last thing you needed, but grayson isn’t one to sit around and wait.

WC: 1k

TW: kidnapping, dark!fred

TJ&TQ MASTERLIST

THE MALFOY MANOR

Voldemort was furious, as expected. Crashing, screaming, and throwing didn’t lessen his fury.

Your mother and father stood in the back of the room, with both their heads down. Maxwell left in a fit of rage, and though Bellatrix had sent Theo out after him, it was a lost cause.

Blaise was still out cold, and Mattheo had been instructed to watch over him while his father dealt with Grayson, Draco, and Cordelia.

Lucius tried to step in, but his wife had stopped him before he opened his mouth.

After the foul words and all the wrath had been taken out on the young Slytherins, they were all sent away.

Voldemort collected his most trusted advisors — Snape, your parents, Auntie Bella, The Malfoys, and Fenrir Greyback — to figure out a way to get their most perfect prodigy back.

━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━

THE BURROW

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Molly Weasley cried, watched as your head lolled over to your other shoulder, your eyes still sealed shut.

The charm was wearing off, and soon you’d be waking up to see the entire Order of The Phoenix standing above your helpless body. 

Still dressed in your ball gown and emeralds, you slowly started to stir awake.

“Oh Godric, poor thing will be so scared, it’s not her fault that her parents dragged her into this…” Molly stressed, smoothing down the flyaway hairs on your forehead.

“Mum, she’s the enemy!” George scoffed.

“Think about it this way, she wants Harry, Hermione, and Ron dead.” Fred noted, Molly dabbing a tear from the corner of her eye.

Your eyes snapped open at the mention of the Golden Trio’s names, and when you opened your mouth to scream, no sound came out.

The fuckers used Silencio on you.

Since you couldn’t produce any noise, all you could do was glare daggers at the group of men and one woman standing around you.

“Is she awake yet?” A cheery voice called. Tonks walked into the room, and her eyes widened at the sight of her distanced cousin strapped to a chair.

“Wow…” she muttered, slowly walking closer to you.

You struggled against the restraints, but kept your eyebrows narrowed as she held eye contact with you.

“Didn’t we do an excellent job, Tonks?” Fred asked, George nodding in approval.

Tonks didn’t answer. She lowered herself to your level to look you straight in the eye.

“Hey, Y/N/N. Long time no see.” She slightly smiled.

You kept the scowl and sour look on your face despite the welcoming greeting from your distant cousin. It could all be a facade.

Tonks wasn’t a good woman. Your family made sure you knew that. Her mother pranced around with mud-bloods, and she was an auror! The most despicable and desperate career you could aim for…. It was absolutely shameful to the Black family.

━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━

After a little more taunting from the twins, you finally regained most of your conscious and were able to make out the faces crowding around you.

The twins, obviously, a chubby woman with red hair, most likely their mother, Professor Lupin, a man you were supposed to trust, some other man with darker skin who seemed to be older, and then your cousin.

You wanted to cry.

You were so helpless, and unless Voldemort came get you now, you didn’t even want to imagine what these people planned to do with you.

Torture? Or even worse? The thought made you shiver.

You wanted to scream at them, use all the painful spells your father and aunt had taught you. Everything you had been prepared with. Just in case this were to ever happen.

It wasn’t really a secret that you had been lusted over before. Most men dropped at your feet. Even for seventeen, you were like a doll carved from porcelain who was the most perfect being anyone had ever seen.

It also wasn’t a secret that Fred Weasley had thirsted over you since his sixth year at Hogwarts.

Only this time, he was planning to do something about it.

━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━

YOUR HOME — THE BLACK ESTATE

Voldemort had sent everyone home after his impromptu meeting, needing some rest himself.

Your mother cried once she walked through the large and beautiful doors of your home, and your brother threw his wand at the closest wall.

Jozzy, your house elf, quickly rushed to your distraught mother, and helped her stand up.

“Get away!” Your mother screamed, Jozzy slinking away, terrified, into the lingering darkness.

They had just had the worst night of their lives; their eldest and most perfect daughter gone.

Voldemort wasn’t willing to attack to get you back just yet, he wanted to wait to see what they wanted from you.

Your father and Aunt Bellatrix were beside themselves, and tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t budge.

Nobody knew what to do with themselves; it was like a game of cat and mouse. They were forced to wait.

But Grayson wasn’t willing to sit around and wait to hear that his sister was dead.

So, he went and got Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Blaise, and Cordelia.

And if Voldemort had a problem, then he would just have to deal with it. 

━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━

[ginevrapng]

on my other tumblr (@uravitypng) i write chubby reader content. i think i might want to write chubby content on here as well, however i don't know if enough people will even like it or read it. can you all let me know what you're thinking about it, would it be something you're interested in?

some examples of my chubby reader writing: 'sssh, sweetheart, go back to sleep' atsumu x chubby reader / smut oikawa manhandling chubby reader / smut chubby chaser tendou / fluff chubby league member is a distraction to shigaraki / smut chubby chaser katsuki / fluff (and a bunch more! i've wrote so much chubby reader stuff!)

[cherry-pop-elf]

Sweet As Sweets

Fred Weasley x Chubby! Reader x George Weasley

(Can be read as platonic, because we all wish we had someone to comfort us on a sensitive topic like this)

Summary: You were being bullied by a gaggle of students for your weight. You were just enjoying a trip to Honeydukes with your friends. Made you self conscious, and that didn’t fly over the twins heads. They are going to fix your problems. Every last one of em

Warnings: Eating disorders, topics of weight, bullying, lots of weight talk, insecurity’s, the twins getting violent because no one hurts their loved ones

“Well if it isn’t my favorite trio-“ Mrs. Flume would beam, as she saw you three. You and the Weasley twins. All smiles. Every time it was time for Hogsmeade, you three had to come to the candy shop. Who can resist Honeydukes? Certainly not you three. Not to mention she adored the twins. They were always happy to help her, and gave her such wonderful ideas for new treats. She knew that the day they made their shop a reality that she would be more than happy to offer to stock their shelves with sweets. Honeydukes in Diagon alley. A perfect business prosper!

“Hey Mrs. Flume!” You waved, as the twins were already quick to help her with the bag in her hands. Fred with holding it, while George with putting what was needed on the shelves. Some things just needed a human touch, after all. Had you giggle. They were tricksters, sure, but no one can argue that they were business savvy. It’s what made you respect them so much. Jokes, but knowing there was a time and place.

“I was hoping to see you lot again soon. Oh there is this new candy my husband and I created. You three always have such wonderful opinions. Who better to know what kids like than kids themselves?” She would beam to you, and you had to smile. Such a sweet woman. Suppose you three really rubbed off on her.

“I’ll be right back. Boys, can you help me a moment?” She would ask, as the twins gave mock salutes to her. Had her chuckle at their Go Gettem attitude. Had her ruffle their beanies, that kept that vivid orange hair safe and warm. Off to work they went, as you stayed behind. Just admiring the beautiful shop.

“No surprise you are in here again.” Someone would call out to you. Your heart dropped, as you knew that voice. Was one of those prefects. Not the ones like Percy. Those who drank on power, and liked to abuse it. You couldn’t argue with them, or they would take house points from you. Even if you were in the same house. Made it sting more that your own house could wish such pain.

“Leave me alone.” You grumbled, as you tried not to face the gang. You didn’t want to. That gang of prefects was always bullying people like you. People who didn’t starve themselves to the point those high cheek bones were a product of starvation. They felt better than you because they were on the opposite end of the spectrum of hunger. They had their own battles, but they were taking it out on people. Spreading the toxic disease.

“What? Mouth already stuffed full?” Another one of prefects mocked, as they made a pig snout pull at their nose. Followed by oinking, as the gang echoed it. Had your eyes water, as you tried to cover your ears with your hat. Anything to make them shut up.

“Stop hogging all the sweets. We know you are one, but move-!” And a sharp push was given to your side. Had you squeak, as you plopped on your butt. The chain reaction causes you to hit the side of a counter, and pumpkin fizz soak your clothes.

“Now you STINK like one to-!” They continued to mock, as your eyes water. You just couldn’t take it. They were always following you into whatever shop you went. If it had food in it, even though you didn’t go to eat, they haunted you. They were probably jealous you were such good friends with the twins. More like had friends in general, that weren’t surface level. Regardless you would stumble upwards. Slipping on the soda, as you ran out into the snow. Sobbing, as the twins returned.

“Hey, where did-?” Fred puzzled, before the gaggles of prefects quickly hushed. Playing dumb, as they all looked around. Pretending to be curious of what the shop had to offer, while George noticed the fizzy footprints. That made him nudge Fred, and he took the hint. The duo soon outside, to see you sniffling in a frosty bench.

“What happened?!” The twins asked, as they hurried over. George was quick with a hot air charm, just like Molly taught him, as Fred looked over the scene. The orange soda unable to hide your tear stained cheeks.

“I eat alot, that’s what happened!” You hiccuped, as you rubbed your eyes. That had the twins sigh. Not in annoyance, or bother. But in empathy. Not the first time those prefects bullied someone your shape.

“And? We eat alot to!” George tried to defend, but you just sniffled more. “But you two don’t get fat-!” You hiccuped again, as Fred was sitting next to you.

“Oh come off it. Mum’s fat!” And that had George smack his shoulder. “SHE IS-! But that doesn’t mean she isn’t our mum. She’s big, and big ain’t bad. She and we don’t get along that well, but she’s still a wonderful mum.” Fred tried to clarify.

“Yeah. Also the best hugs. Our hugs suck because we’re sticks and bones.” George tried to tease. It was nice, though. They said Fat but not with that negative energy. Was just another word. Wasn’t sugar coating things at all. They were being honest, and not trying to make you feel better to stop your crying. Their words were real. Had you calm down, a little.

“Also, like look-“ George added, as he finished the charm. “You know how us Weasley’s are. Food is like a language. We like food. Food brings people together. And when we become business men, it’s gonna be the best way to say we care.”

You were understanding what he was trying to say. The Weasleys were a poor family, but they tried to feed. Hence why the older siblings were thinner than the younger. To try and make sure the younger ate. But with siblings moving out, getting jobs, food is able to not be so sparse. Food was now a enjoyment, compared to survival.

"When we make it big, I hope we can get fat id anythkng-!" That had you roll your eyes, but you were grasping what they meant. Still, you couldn’t help but pinch at a roll on your stomach.

“Oh stop that.” Fred would soon trap you in a hug. Made you unable to move your arms, as George joined in. Trapped between them too. Forced to listen, and unable to degrade yourself more.

“Charlie is also fat. Like he can’t keep flexing twenty four seven.” George added, as you recalled meeting him before. He was an extremely well built man. Excess mass is still excess mass. He’s right. You can’t just flex all the time. Even muscular guys are squishy.

“But-“ You couldn’t finish your thought, as Fred poked your nose. “Don’t say ‘but he actually has muscles’ you baby. We would love you if you were built like a train, or as skinny as a wooden one. So shut up about that.” Fred would lecture you.

“Not to mention you aren’t even that big. Like come on. Like COME ONNNNN-“ George would whine, as he plopped his head on your shoulder. “Like come on. So what if you eat a little more. You actually ENJOY food. Like come on.” He grumbled on.

“We rather be friends with someone who enjoys our cooking, and experiments to eat, than a skinny asshole who thinks just eating a slice of bread is going to murder you. Like this whole thing is dumb. Skinny this, fat that. Lame.” Fred would huff, as their own bodies were suffering issues.

The twins were very skinny, and that was a fact. They had developed muscle, from quidditch, sure. But they also were still underweight. It was so hard to keep on weight, given how much work they did. Suppose it can be exhausting being told you had a body to die for, when you hated it to begin with. Helped you see that maybe there were just as much perks to being plus size, as there were to being skinny. It’s your body. What’s with everyone wanting to be in your business?

“Come on. You deserve to edulge a little. Come on.” The twins would flutter their eye lashes, in that Halo Wearing way, and you snorted. They would call that a victory, as they smooshed their cheeks with yours. Warmth, love, and affection. What you needed.

“We will be right back. Trust us. Just enjoy the snow-“ They winked, before running back inside. You were a bit confused, but figured better not to question it. They were the twins after all. You made a guess someone’s going to be set on fire.

Seems you were right. It was a little while, but you soon saw the gaggle of school yard bully’s run outside. Their hair indeed on fire, and faces flushed heavily. As if they ate some kind of spicy candy.

They were all so desperate to stop the heat, and were soon all jumping into snow banks. Desperate to stop the burning. Just rolling around, and making a scene. Was such a sight, as they melted the snow. Reached the earth under it, and they were soon covered in mud. Cooled off, but a mess.

“Oink oink, wankers-!” The twins shouted, and laughed. Many of the fellow students pointed as well. Those prefects were in their own little mud baths. All to be pointed at, with laughter and mockery.

“Hey, we got some cool candy that Mrs. Flume wants us to test out. Let’s hit up The Three Broomsticks to try it out-!” George would cheer, as he held up the large bag of sweets. A mixture of bought, gifted, and experimental.

With Fred helping you stand up, to give you some pride and dignity, you would look through the open doorway. There was Mrs. Flume. She seemed to be closing the lid to a candy jar full of red little balls of sweets. When you two met eyes, she gave a hush. With a wink. You would nod your head to her, with a smile, before the twins yanked you off to your next adventure.

“I see someone took up your advice on prank candy.” You giggled, as those twins gave gasps. Making ‘who, us?!’ And fake looks of disbelief. That just had you all laughing even more, as they kept up the dramatic little scene of pretend innocents.

The day could have gone better, but then again the twins found a way to indeed make it better anyway. Such as snuggling with you in a booth. No shame between you three, as you enjoyed a nice hot meal. With butterbeer, and your favorite sweets. A day to just enjoy yourself. Cheat days were needed in life anyway.

You still were a little self conscious, but the twins were happy to help you in whatever direction you went. To be your biggest cheerleader for if you wanted to lose weight, or be your knights in shining armor for if you were contented with just the way you are.

Either way, you’ll never say no to the pure comfort of sharing sweets with the people you found sweet.

[tealeafgrimm]

Mischief Managed

Dad!Fred Weasley x Mom!Reader Words: 1.1k Summary: After a nice day in town, you get suspicious when you get home. It's quiet, too quiet, at least when you were expecting three Weasley's. Prompts: The fire didn’t start itself! Which one of you did it? + This is why we can’t have nice things.

“I had such a lovely time with you. We have to do this more often”, you smiled as you hugged your best friend. You had gone out with her for breakfast and a little shopping trip around town. After having given birth to your third child only four months prior, Fred had insisted that you needed some quality time to yourself. So, you had decided on having a girl’s day with just your best friend, yourself and of course your baby girl. Fred had insisted that he could take care of all three kids on his own, but since you were still breastfeeding your daughter, you wanted to take her with you. “Oh definitely! Tell the boys and Fred I said hello”, she responded, stroking a finger over your daughter’s chubby cheek, before apparating. You followed suit and apparated onto your front yard. After marrying and finding out that you were pregnant with your first son, Fred and you had decided to move close to where his parents lived. You loved the close proximity to the Weasley’s and the fact that you did not need to disguise your use of magic.

“Did you have fun today my love?”, you asked the small girl in your arms. In response she only gave you a toothless smile. You loved your boys to death, but you had to admit that it had been nice to spend a quiet, relaxing day without the two little pranksters. As you had expected, both of your boys had taken after Fred and George. And even though they weren’t twins, they had a very close sibling bond, pulling each other along in their mischief. You held your daughter close to your chest, while rummaging around your purse for your key. Of course, you could just use your wand to open doors, but some things were just a matter of habit. Once inside, you got rid of your shoes, coat and the baby sling you had used for your daughter. “Should we go see what Daddy and your brothers are up to, hm?”, you asked stroking the bright red fluff of hair on the baby’s head.

And then it dawned on you. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not that you wouldn’t appreciate a nice quiet welcome, but this was just not normal for your boys. Brows furrowed you walked through the hall. The only sounds you heard were your own footsteps and the little coos your baby was making. You looked into the kitchen and the dining room, but your husband and sons weren’t there. You hadn’t heard footsteps from the upstairs and if they would have been in the garden, you surely would have heard them upon arriving. The only room left was the living room. The door was shut, but you could her soft whispers from the other side. Upon turning the doorknob and opening the door, you were greeted with your three boys huddling close together, whispering about something. They had not heard you enter, so you cleared your throat.

Immediately all of their heads snapped into your direction. “Mommy! We didn’t hear you come back”, your five-year old son greeted you, while giving you a hug. Your younger son followed, bobbing his head in approval. Fred did not move from his spot, giving you a warm smile. You raised your eyebrows at him, it was obvious that he was trying to hide something. “So did you have a fun time with Daddy while I was gone?”, you asked your boys, stepping closer to where Fred was standing. Both boys began to tell you about their day at home, talking over one another, making it hard to understand what exactly they were telling you. “…and then he made us promise that we would not tell you about the side table…” Your head snapped back to Fred, eyes wide. Now you knew why he wasn’t moving from his spot in the living room. His frame blocked your view from said side table. “And what exactly happened to the table?”, you asked your husband in a calm voice.

“Well honey you see, it was…”, Fed began to explain, but you shoved him aside, wanting to get an idea of the damage done. Where once there was a beautiful wooden side table for the sofa, was now a small pile of ashes. You tried to calm down, reminding yourself that you were still holding on to your baby daughter. “Does one of you care to explain why the table is completely burned down?” You gave Fred and your sons a pointy look. All of their faces turned red like tomatoes and all three of them became very interested in the spots on the floor. “It somehow…just lit on fire?”, Fred shrugged and gave you an apologetic smile. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. “The fire didn’t start itself! Which one of you did it?”, you pressed again, your voice louder this time. Your daughter, caught by surprise by your increased voice, started to whine in your arms. You quickly started to rock her, not wanting her to get upset, since she was the only member of your family that was not responsible for the mess in front of you.

“We promise we don’t know how it happened Mommy. It just burned all of the sudden. Daddy tried to repair it, but it won’t work.” You sighed in frustration. You were quite sure that Fred and the boys had been playing with some fireworks and that was how the fire started. It wouldn’t be the first time. You had told them time and time again that fireworks were no toys and that if they insisted on lighting them up, they should do so in the garden. “I promise I will buy you a new one tomorrow. I really tried to repair it. We’re sorry”, Fred continued and your sons nodded vigorously beside him. You nodded and let yourself fall down on the sofa, excepting that a new side table would be the only solution. “At least you had a nice day, right?”, your husband laughed, but turned quite immediately after you gave him a dark stare. “Okay boys, I think we should let Mommy rest a little bit. Come on, it’s nearly bed time”, he quickly said, ushering the boys out of the living room and up the stairs to help them get ready for bed.

Your head rested on the back of the sofa, you looked down at your daughter, now completely content, munching on her on small hands, drooling all over herself. “And that is why we can’t have nice things, you know”, you told her, receiving a little giggle in return. “Just please promise me, you will not turn out to be such a troublemaker. Three of those is already plenty enough.”

[wh0re4-fictionalcharacters]

Marauders Imagines

All of them

ADHD

Fucking hard

Migraine

Over worked

Sub

The flu

Don’t cum (Remus and Sirius)

Stretch marks

Silent treatment

Period

Period sex

Teasing

Fainting

Punishments and panic attacks

When things merge

Bad day

My boobs hurt

Forgotten birthday pt2

Panic attack

Made you sick

We won’t hurt you

Forgetting

Contacts

Migraine

Forgetful

Family

Needy sub

Scared of water (short)

Tears (preference)

Safe word

Didn’t realise you were in sub space

Sirius uses safe word for you

Insecure

Broken hand

Period accident

Punishment

Sirius

Thunder

Period

Autism (head cannon)

Gained weight

Swollen tits

Depressive episode

Better than me

They don’t love me pt 2

Stomach pain

Dark mark

Remus

A cold

Sub space reader

Sub reader x Sirius x Remus

Period

The boys want too see your tits Pt2

Your a vampire

Puppy’s on the bed (short)

James

Practice on me

Tits sucked

Out for a run

“Sirius is calling” 🙄

Bad day for his sun

Harry Potter Imagines

All the girls

Panic attack ( head cannons)

Draco

Fight

Cock warming

Klutz

Gameing cuddles (short)

Part one (haven’t read)

His girlfriend abuses you

Nightmare and panic attacks

Switching roles

Sub Draco reader edging him

Slitherin gang x sub reader

Stains

Hard day

Getting revenge

Comfort (draco x Ron x reader)

Bad day (draco x Theo x reader)

Family isn’t always blood

Wait are you Awake

Thunderstorms and broom cupboards

pansy and dracos pillow princess (headcannon)

Draco and Panay threesome

Want you now

Fred weasly

Competition

I hate you

Pillow humping

Chubby girl

Special friend pt2 pt3 pt4(Fred and George x reader)

Asthma attack

Under the table

“I think we missed dinner” (George too)

In the locker rooms

Candles 

Is that my sweater?

“He’s not Fred I am”

George Weasley

Cock warming

Bill Weasley

Crush

Cedric Digory

Sick

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➳braids & nail polish ♡

in which ginny and molly weasley bump into ginny's best friend with the prettiest french braids and her sister, who braided them. a year after the war. fred lives. through the eyes of the youngest weasley, both fred and y/n l/n's old childhood crushes on each other resurface.

fred weasley x fem!reader

reader is not a gryffindor. sorry to my gryffindor kin out there:)

word count: ±4.2k

tw: braiding hair, nail polish, nothing too out there, little bits of swearing, teasing, so much flusteredness and sarcasm

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ft. molly weasley's matchmaking skills

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check my nails

baby how you feelin'?

feeling good as hell

braids & nail polish

"hello, you have pretty hair today!" grace, one of my best friends, also 17, states bluntly, "look at mine!" she changes her hair colour. we giggle together and she catches the attention of mum.

mum and i are shopping in the muggle mall, they call it. it has lots of things i never thought existed, like stores filled with clothes. we didn't used to be able to afford it, but ever since the twin's business went crazy and mum and dad invested in it, we've got so much more money to go around.

the twins sent mum and i shopping here, and george suggested with advice from angelina that we get some things to treat ourselves with.

"grace, have you seen the basket? i think i lost it!" a voice pops out around grace l/n and i see the familiar face of the head girl from a few years ago, "oh, hey! ginny weasley, mrs weasley, fancy seeing you two here!"

mum is smiling. "i told you to call me molly, y/n."

y/n l/n. she's still extremely famous for getting the top marks in all of defence against the dark arts history.

"what are you guys doing here? other than shopping, i mean," y/n laughs.

she was always like a big sister to all the girls in hogwarts. she gave out the best advice. i can back that. she gave me advice on how to deal with boys ('it's normal to like different boys, but never ever forget yourself ginny. what do you want to do?'). i've never forgotten it. it helped me through the stuff with harry and dean and michael.

"well the twins told us to get out of the house. not in that way, but- oh gosh! your hair, it's so marvellously braided, i never noticed it!" mum cries.

indeed grace's hair is pretty. it's done up in two french braids, with a braid somehow embedded into the braid that's done into her colour-changing locks. it's hard to explain, i dunno.

"people do seem to notice the colour of your hair more than the style," y/n smiles.

"who did it?" mum asks.

"i did, actually," y/n laughs, "but her hair pulled it off."

"nonsense, that's a marvellous piece of wand work!"

y/n smiles, "not wand work, molly, these chubby things," she does jazz hands, "did that."

mum gasps, "wow!"

"it's barely an achievement."

"it isn't actually, she hurts me when she pulls my hair too hard," gracie pipes up.

y/n glares at grace, "we will not fight in public, graceful," we all laugh at the nickname, "but if you do it cautiously, it won't hurt. i've seen some of the jumpers you've knitten! they're brilliant! your hands must be so deft."

mum loves y/n. i can tell. y/n's polite and nice. she's also pretty. mum's eyes glisten with merriment.

"you must teach me!"

"of course! but i must warn you, i am terrible at teaching."

i frowned, "that isn't true! harry told me you were awesome at tutoring him!"

she smiles, "harry potter, harry potter. he was a good student, what can i say? and i was taught in dada by the finest teachers."

"well darling y/n, you must come with us back to the burrow, if your parents are okay with it."

"our parents are in a cruise in malta, i'm sure they won't mind," grace chuckles and y/n laughs.

"yup, that's right. anniversary."

i notice the colours on grace's hand.

"what's that?" i point at the shiny blue colouring over her nails.

"nail polish. it paints your nails," grace explains.

"do you think you could bring some nail polish?" i ask her.

"of course! look, y/n and your mother are talking! let's go pick out some colours! my treat!"

she grabs my hand and we reach shelves with all sorts of colours.

"hot pink, right?" she asks me and i nod.

"well you can choose any!"

i end up choosing a few bottles and some little stickers, as she dumps them into the now found shopping basket that y/n is carrying.

"-and there's the twins. i dare say george is taken, but you were in fred's year, he's a good one. well i must say that, he is my boy, but he's got the weasley charm, you have to meet him!"

y/n looks at mum with an amused smile. "i would be glad to, molly. in fact, i'm pretty sure i've met him before."

"she's tryna set one of my brothers up with her. yuck!" i whisper to grace.

"yuck!" grace fake gags.

we both giggle. "why do you think it's yuck?" she asks.

"because my brothers are disgusting."

she giggles again. "i think it's yuck because she told me that fred once pranked her by putting glue in her shoes! she said that he wasn't very smart."

we both giggle again.

"do you think he liked her?" i ask her.

"she says that no boys have liked her before!"

"i think that's a lie!"

"no i don't, she's weird!"

we giggle again.

"grace, are you gonna go with ginny back to the burrow and i can go get the stuff for later and head to the burrow or do you wanna come with me?" y/n asks, "maybe isn't an answer by the way."

"what do you think?"

"bye!" y/n picks up her basket to pay and grace links arms with me.

mum says goodbye to y/n who hugs her first. that's always something that molly weasley absolutely loves.

mum finishes up buying things and we apparate with her to the burrow, where she sends a patronus to george, telling him, 'get your twin in my house now! it's urgent. oh and tell him we have guests. also tell him to bring an impressive attitude! do take a break, my dear, you and fred are working far too hard. send my love to angelina.'

a patronus comes back promptly, in true george form, 'told him that you're mad at him. his fangirls always told me they liked when he was all worried, thought it was cute. and he'll change into clothes that make him look more vulnerable too to trigger your empathy. will take a break. will send love to angie. love you too.'

"ahh george takes after me, always knows what's going on," mum says and i roll my eyes.

grace giggles.

"when's y/n coming?" i ask her.

"i dunno, she's pretty quick. she'll probably change her clothes, call mum and dad and chat with them and then gather all the stuff."

"wanna play quidditch?"

"yup. bags keeper."

"bags chaser."

"race ya!"

she hops on the spare broom and rides into the distance.

i follow her as we play for a little bit. it's already getting dark outside when i hear the light laugh of y/n. she's sitting on her broomstick, legs swinging as she uses the broomstick like a pro.

"dinna!" she laughs.

just like grace said, she's changed her clothes. they're more comfy looking. a neon green sweater is clad to black sweatpants.

"i brought pjs too because molly said we could stay for the night, graceless!"

i shake my head, mounting my broom as i whisper to grace 'mum's up to something'. she shrugs, 'i dunno your mum that well but yeah probably'.

we sit for dinner. it's delicious as always and a fluffy conversation over potions ingredients starts as mum asks y/n about her opinion on gillyweed and its properties.

"they said you were excellent at potions, y/n," mum praises and y/n laughs.

"nah, i really wasn't."

"yeah you were, you're more of a nerd," grace says.

we all laugh. "that is not true! i simply enjoy the art that is education," y/n has a gentle smile on her face.

"then you would not enjoy the company of fred," mum teases her.

"oh no, no, no, that's not at all what i meant! i'm sure i would love his company. and i'm sure he's very very well-educated."

mum laughs heartily, "i'm just joking with you, darling."

"oh thank goodness, i'm sure i'll be very, er, fond of him."

she's hiding some secret.

but her head immediately turns to the direction of the door. she probably heard the pop of apparition, whilst the rest of our eyes look at the ding! the clock which tells mum and dad where each of us are. fred's home, it says.

mum winks at me and i nod, going to open the door for him, knowing he's probably lost the key mum gave him.

fred's in his stupid red sweater with stupid grey trackpants, his hair messy and he looks freshly showered. instead of his natural grin, a worried and scared look is on his face.

i quickly hug him and he whispers in my ear, "what shit have i done now, ey, ginevra?"

"i dunno, and it's ginny to you."

"fuck, what the shit have i done?" he anxiously taps his foot and i stomp on it.

"ow, fuck! ginny!"

"it's annoying. be polite."

"okay."

he sighs, heading in.

"hello mum!" he says, pecking her cheek cautiously.

"freddie! meet y/n!" his shoulders relax in relief as he turns his attention onto y/n, who's smiling politely.

his cheeks turn red, "hey," he says. grace and i share glances. mum looks amused. she knows he's always got flirting in him. just not now, perhaps??

"hi! fred weasley, right? gryffindor?" she asks.

"yep. you're y/n, pretty head girl?"

and he's back. he smirks bravely but y/n doesn't react.

"now, fred, now's not the time," mum ushers him to some food.

"i've already eaten-"

"nonsense, you're very skinn- hang on, fred, what's all this muscle?"

fred goodnaturely rolls his eyes, "muscle, dear mother, is a-"

"yes but where did it come from?"

"eating your food, i suppose," he winks at y/n who smiles back. his face could not get more redder.

mum beams happily.

"now, mum, why are you looking so thin? you tell me and george we work far too much, but what about you?" he suddenly looks concerned.

i see y/n's eyes soften, as she looks down at her plate, which is empty.

she quickly gathers grace and i's plates and washes them, hanging them on the rack.

"y/n, you are staying for the night, aren't you?"

"if it's okay with you."

"right and i do believe that ginny's room is far too small for the three of you-"

lies.

"mum-"

she gives me a look.

i sigh.

"right, so fred's staying over tonight."

"i am?" he asks.

"you are."

"i thought i was going back to my apartmen-"

he's silenced by a look.

"you can stay with him in his room, which is right next to george's, if it's fine with you!" she suggests.

y/n thinks for a moment, "there are no other rooms available?" she asks carefully.

"nope, they're all rather dirty."

lies. mum's a neat freak.

"he's okay with it?"

"it's not a big deal for me, sweetheart," he flirts. she ignores him, her cheeks going red all the same.

"that would be okay then. i'm very grateful for you, molly."

"i'm very grateful for having such a nice girl like you around! ginny's told me a lot about you."

y/n smiles.

"now, let's get to what we are really here for!" y/n says enthusiastically.

y/n dumps a hot pink bag down with a thud, winking at me.

"this is all for ginny to keep."

"oh, we couldn't possibly take all this."

"you'll take it," she says rather ominously, "i insist."

she gets out a smaller bag in a light purple and pulls out a brush, beginning to teach my mum how to do it. i watch fred silently as mum braids my hair.

his eyes are on y/n. his lips are in a half-smile as he watches her concentrate.

"ouch!" grace yells out.

"i'm being gentle, disgrace," y/n says, "and you hurt me! how dare you suggest i hurt you?"

i see fred laugh. his humour is rather like hers, i think.

now, y/n is applying polish to my nails, as mum watches, deliberately looking at fred every few seconds.

"this is a base coat, it makes your nails nice to paint on."

one of things i like about y/n is she always explains things so they make more sense. she's also terribly patient.

"and this is a kind of actual coat." a hot pink paint is applied. it's pretty.

"this is a top coat. it seals everything and makes it nice."

a clear coat is topped off.

"hmm," she hums, "what decos do you want?"

"hearts, please. and glitter."

"good choice."

soon my nails look very beautiful. as i'm admiring them, y/n cleans up with a nonverbal spell.

"can we paint your nails?" i put my puppy eyes on.

she laughs, "why?"

"why not?" grace adds.

mum nudges fred. the movement doesn't go unnoticed by y/n as her eyes flicker ever so slightly to them in confusion.

she offers her hands to us.

i try very hard to make them look pretty, but they end up sloppy and messy.

grace's are neat and elegant, like a true slytherin.

i embarrassedly glance up at her as she examines them.

"i love 'em!"

"you'll wear them to work?" i asked her.

"the patients won't mind," she assures me.

"patients?" fred is curious.

"i work at st mungo's," she explains, "the surgical department. they need muggle strategies to combat diseases sometimes. i conduct specifically plastic surgery for burn victims."

if he wasn't impressed already, he is now.

"well i need a treatment for excessive," i groan as he smirks at her, "hotness."

"that can be arranged. what procedure do you want done?" she jokes back.

"hmm, i think i'll get my hair dyed."

"that's not a procedure but i do have blonde hair dye. blonde's a beautiful hair colour. want?" she asks.

"want you? definitely."

she rolls her eyes, "want to be a blondie?"

"nah, don't you think i look cute in ginger hair?"

mum is chuckling to herself, oblivious to the conversation, as she sorts out the hair products y/n's given her.

"grace, do you think freddie here looks cute in ginger hair?"

grace gags, "no."

"that is my answer. nothing talks like blood."

her head turns again to the door as we hear another pop. dad's home. he kisses mum on the cheek and ruffles my hair, before looking deadpan at fred.

"who are you?"

"i'm hannah. hannah montana," he mimics.

we all burst out laughing but i'm sure his eyes are on y/n.

"y/n!"

"mr weasl- arthur! how nice to see you again."

they shake hands and soon conversations about jobs and things are continued as dad wolfs down his soup.

soon, they go to bed, leaving the four of us.

"well, i'm tired," i fake a yawn, directing a meaningful look to grace who follows.

"we're going to bed!" grace takes the pyjamas and a change of clothes and we gently shut the door.

i grab two extendable ears and give one to grace, as we listen.

"long time no see, weasley."

"you did give me detention, so yes."

"i gave you detention because i was so tired because you switched ALL the clocks in the dorms to a different timezone. jet lag, but worse."

"i only switched yours."

"should've also taken 50 points."

"biased thing."

"house pride. gryffindor's got plenty of that, doesn't it? now i don't particularly fancy sharing a bed with you, let's work out living arrangements. i will take the floor-"

"nup. you're not taking any hard surface, unless it's my abs."

she laughs, "you can't tell me what to do."

"then i'll take the floor."

"are you sure i can't just sleep in george's room or something? i'd hate to make you sleep on the floor."

"george is a private man."

"he is an enigma. another reason why angie loves him so much."

"oh?"

"oh don't tell him. angie's gonna ask him out tomorrow. she already knows he likes her back. he's pretty obvious for a private man, isn't he?"

"he is."

"she's gonna ask him at the place, the place where they sell the- the! ugh, what's it called? the cups. no, that doesn't sound right. the mug! yes the cafe. it's absolutely gorgeous."

i peek an eye around the door. he's staring at her with heart eyes.

"i guess."

grace whispers into my ear, "she thinks he's dry. the convo will end in 3...2...1..."

sure enough, y/n gets up and cleans up the kitchen.

"i think i'll turn in for the night. you can go back to your apartment if you want, i wouldn't wanna force you to stay. i'll clean your sheets tomorrow for you, so no stranger danger at all. sweetest dreams."

as she approaches the door, i hear her mutter something under her breath.

we quickly dive into my room.

"she hates people who won't continue the conversation. says it sucks the life out of her," grace says.

i agree with y/n. "that's true. but he looks quite smitten."

i watch as she enters my room, towel in hand, pyjamas clutched by her side.

"mind if i take a shower?"

"not at all!" i answer, "do you like my brother?"

she shakes her head, "nah. not in that way."

she pauses, satisfied with her answer, "he is a bit dry, but i've heard from alicia he's supposed to be really upbeat. i can get to know him, i guess."

"he likes you."

she thinks for a second, "nah."

she disappears into the bathroom, reappearing with her towel wrapped around her hair and pyjamas with little elephants on them.

"my mum bought me them, aren't they adorable?"

i nod, "very cute."

she grins, "well, g'night, have a lovely evening, both of you!"

"good night!"

i wait to hear the sound of a door echo through the house, before lightly padding up the stairs to a pair of identical white doors. one is half ajar and the other is closed.

y/n is sitting patiently on the floor of the room of which the door is slightly open, her legs crossed, and her eyes focused on the wall.

suddenly her mouth hangs open and her cheeks turn a bright pink as she covers her eyes with her hands.

"i didn't see anything, i promise!" she squeaks.

grace laughs, "she totes saw him shirtless."

fred's laughs can be heard through the house.

"it's 'kay, lovely. i don't mind. mind if i sleep without a shirt?"

the tips of her ears went a shade darker.

"if-if you feel comfortable that way, i don't see why that should be a problem," she smiles.

"well are you comfortable with it? you seem very flustered as of now. your face is bright red, princess."

he's never been one to be tactful, i think, rolling my eyes.

"uh, it's just very warm in here! some heater your parents have!"

"mhm, and if you'll allow me," fred puts a bare arm around her waist.

he's gotten muscly, i think. yuck.

she's trying to calm down. not in that way my ass.

her ears are still a light pink colour. but she looks composed and cool.

"nervous, y/n?" he asks.

"i think not."

her cheeks are heating up again as he scoops her up and gently places her down on the bed with crimson red sheets and gold embellishments.

"this is hard to watch," grace says, "she's blushing so much."

i laugh silently.

he decides that it isn't good enough. instead he sits on the bed casually and lifts her into his lap.

she looks so flustered that it isn't even exaggerated anymore.

"ah hah!" fred lightly taps her nose, "and that, love, is proof if i ever saw it!"

he grins.

y/n looks confused, "wha?"

"that is proof that you do have feelings for me!" he laughs ever so lazily.

"but-"

"blushing, being flustered, your voice is an octave higher," he lists it out, always the tell-it-as-it-is sort of person.

"okay, fine, you got me."

"have you been trying to hide it from me?"

"yes."

"did you fall for the weasley charm?"

"your dad is quite a nice person, but i wouldn't say that," she smiles cheekily.

"did you fall for the fred weasley charm?" he smiles down at her.

"i-i think i fell for it a long time ago. even when it didn't exist. maybe back in fourth year when i saw you laughing," she admits, studying her hands.

he's madly grinning, looking down at her the same way i'd say ron looks at hermione, just a bit crazier.

there's a silence.

"are the-" y/n pauses, "are the feelings, perhaps, mutual?"

"nope," he jokes sarcastically.

"oh."

it's short, disappointed and defeated.

"well!" y/n says a little too brightly, "i was hoping for a different answer, but i guess this is fine too." she smiles sadly.

"for a highly smart person, sweetheart, you are quite daft."

"i am not! i'm well-educated and proper!" she defends.

grace rolls her eyes, "the only thing in the world that matters to her is being well-educated and proper."

"let's try this again. ask the question again."

"a-are the feelings perhaps mutual?"

"nope," the heavily sarcastic tone is so obvious, "deFinitelY not."

y/n's eyebrows are furrowed, as if trying to decode a hard puzzle. her eyebrows relax in realisation.

"oh."

this time it's forgiving and relaxed.

"finally," i mutter.

"you mean to tell me you've got a girlfriend! i'm really sorry. that's completely my problem."

she tries to move off of his lap but his grip around her waist doesn't loosen.

instead he looks at her more patiently than i've ever seen him look at anyone.

"again, please," he repeats in a pleasant tone.

"are the feelings perhaps mutual?"

"noPe, dEfiNitElY nOt, i cAll yOu all tHesE peTnAmEs bEcAuSe i sO obVioUsLy hAve a gIrlfRieNd," he exaggerates.

a small smile makes way onto y/n's face.

"you're being sarcastic?"

grace is rolling her eyes beside me, "stupid."

"nO i'M nOt, sillY."

"you're being sarcastic."

he laughs, "finally you got it. took about three minutes, is that a world record?"

"wait, so if you said nO in a sarcastic way to the question which was..." she rambles on, "that means... the feelings are mutual?"

"ever since you tripped on the stairs to divination-"

"that was not my best moment."

"-i've loved you. it was adorable."

grace and i both gag.

"it was embarrassing. hang on, you and george laughed at me! the class did too!" her eyes were narrowed with accusation.

"i laughed because i found it funny and cute. he laughed because i laughed. the whole class laughed because our nature is contagious," he says with a smirk.

"s-so, do you wanna be together?" y/n asks, "or are you not the commitment type of guy?"

"well, nO, i JuSt cOnfEsSeD mY fEeLinGs tO a gIrL i'Ve lOveD sInCe fOreVeR, i dOn'T waNna dAtE yOu."

"..."

his mischief is replaced by an expression of gentle adoration.

"just kidding, of course i wanna be yours. and you'll be mine?"

y/n nods, "and you're not being sarcastic?"

"i'm not," his voice is genuine and quiet.

"okay then. are you, are you my boyfriend now? can i call you that?"

he grins and laughs, "i am in fact your boyfriend, love. and you can call me whatever you want," he plants a kiss on the top of her head, "but preferably you can call me mine," he winks at her.

she buries her face in his chest, "you're cheesy," her voice comes out muffled.

fred laughs, he looks whipped. ew. but good for him.

"awww," i say to grace, who's pretending to be snoring.

"this is gonna be hell when i third wheel you and harry james potter, his scar is so cute!" she mocks me and i blush.

"oh shut it."

after a few minutes of silence, i'm pretty sure y/n's asleep. fred looks at her with so much love in his eyes he might burst from it all.

he fetches a blanket and covers her with it, stroking her hair softly.

suddenly he grins. to no one in particular he says:

"she loves me back."

"GINNY!!! Y/N'S GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE NOW! COME DOWN IMMEDIATELY! WE'RE STILL TRYING TO GET THEM TOGETHER RIGHT?" mum's voice booms and i laugh. it's been three or four months since that fateful day.

"they're already together," grace says, reading a witch weekly magazine casually.

"no they can't be. fred might be my child, but she is far too pretty for him. but nonetheless, the matchmaking must go ON!"

a knock sounds on the door. i open the door, hugging y/n and then my brother.

"y/n!" mum bustles her into a hug and she hugs fred too.

fred draws a sharp breath in.

"this is y/n, mum," he says proudly, "she's my girlfriend."

a shrill shriek rings out as mum screams.

"what? oh since when?"

"the night following the day we bumped into you at the supermarket," y/n says, playing with fred's hands.

"oh all my matchmaking worked!" mum cries out, sobbing tears of joy as she flings herself at y/n.

y/n giggles, "so that's what it was!"

"we brought two people home too," fred winks at me and then at grace.

out steps harry potter and jacob franz. both me and grace go red.

all was well in the burrow.

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Snowman- George Weasley (2)

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Characters: George Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: @taeteddybear​ - can i have no 14 “It’s snowing!”, 16 “Do you wanna build a snowman?”, 17 “Give me your scarf. I don’t want our snowman to be cold.” and 50 “Merry Christmas, angel.” for christmas prompts? Reader spend her christmas at the burrow and she woke up early to see it is snowing outside. It will be George Weasley x innocent chubby reader. Can u do it for me please? I love ur stories so muchhh... <3

Word Count: 418

Author: Charlotte

As soon as you got out of the doors into the garden of the Burrow, you ran out into the snow, squealing at the sound of the snow crunching under your boots. You span around, letting the snowflakes fall onto you, embracing the joy that came with the first snowfall of the year, especially when it meant a white Christmas.

“I love the snow,” you grinned.

“I know,” George chuckled, taking your outstretched hands, and letting you lead him in your spinning and dancing in the falling snow.

You continued to spin and dance and feel pure joy, for once having peace at the burrow, something that never happened especially at Christmas.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” George asked, knowing that you would want to as you were always excited to do anything in the snow.

You excitedly nodded, hugging him in happiness. You quickly got to work with the help of George, the two of you working on your own large spheres of snow, before you joined teams to work on growing one bigger than you could on your own. Once you were satisfied with the size of the first ball, you moved the other on top of the first, making sure it was firmly placed and not likely to slide off before starting on a third smaller one.

With George’s help, you got the last sizeable snowball on top of the tower and looked on proudly at the structure you had created. You told George to steal a carrot from the kitchen, whilst you rummaged through the snow near to the house, to find the pebbles that outlined the buried flower beds. With a little work, you found some pebbles that you like the look of and placed them on your snowman for his eyes, mouth and buttons down his front. George placed in the carrot into the middle of the face, the two of you taking a step back to look at the snowman and see what he looked like.

Something was missing. You turned to George and held out a hand to him.

“Give me your scarf. I don’t want our snowman to be cold.”

George rolled his eyes at you but removed his scarf, knowing it would make you happy. You wrapped the scarf around the snowman and returned to your boyfriend, chuffed with the early morning work you had completed.

“Merry Christmas, George,” You smiled, wrapping an arm around his middle, pressing your head against his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Angel.”

[cassieb1617]

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Marauders era

James Potter

Comfort £, $

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Chubby tummy & love £, €

His little stress relief £, (18+)

Regulus Black

Happiness $, £

“I love you” £, $

Sirius Black

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His home, reindeers and an pretty angel £

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Golden trio era

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Charlie Weasley

Always dragons £, €

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N:  Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun. 

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones. 

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?” 

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god. 

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody. 

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts. 

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud. 

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet. 

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right. 

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm? 

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side.  Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with myself. Now I see what my mom was talking about.”

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”