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weasley-kings · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: When making Amorentia in Potions, you and Fred Weasley - who you can’t stand - come to a horrifying realization of who your potions smell like.

A/N: I know this isn’t really how Amortenia works but just bare with me, I liked the idea.

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“Today, we’ll be making Amortentia.”

“Ooh,” you say, under your breath, shifting in your chair. You’d heard of Amortenia, so you are excited to see what yours will smell like.

“I swear, you’re the only person in this world to get excited over Potions,” your best friend, Cedric, whispers in return, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m not the only one,” you retort, “don’t forget about Snape.”

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Diggory.”

You look up at the sound of your name, cringing inwardly at Snape’s harsh gaze on you. Normally, your professor didn’t have a problem with you. You could say he liked you, even, considering you were normally the only one in the class to answer his questions.

“Miss Y/L/N. What is Amortentia?”

After rattling off a perfect definition, you hear snickers behind you, which without a doubt in your mind, comes from the Weasley twins. The two boys had always infuriated you with their pranks and their never taking anything seriously. Plus, they always went after you with Bludgers whenever your house played them in Quidditch. You knew they only did things to annoy you because they got a kick out of seeing you get so riled up, but you still fell for it every time.

Snape looks at you once last time before turning away. “Good. But enough with the chitchat in my classroom.”

“Yessir,” you respond, quietly.

Finally, Snape lets you begin. You carefully read through the steps, making sure you measure everything perfectly. Cedric watches you, grinning and shaking his head.

“You really are set on making everything perfectly, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Cedric,” you reply, not taking your eyes off of the substance in the cauldron in front of you, “I really am.”

“Oi, Y/L/N,” one of the Weasleys calls from behind you.

You sigh and turn around, raising an eyebrow as you meet the eyes of Fred Weasley. Fred was most certainly the more annoying of the two, in your opinion.

“What do you want, Weasley?”

“No need to be so harsh. I’m just asking what you think yours will smell like, that’s all.” You can’t help but notice the smirk that plays on Fred’s lips.

You narrow your eyes at him before turning back around. “I hate to break your heart, Weasley, but not you. Not in a million years.”

You risk a glance over your shoulder, just to receive a wink from Fred. “We’ll see about that, darling.”

You turn back around, huffing as you do so, before either of the Weasleys can see the blush spreading on your cheeks. You will it to go away before someone else sees either and gets the wrong idea.

Snape comes over to your table, peering into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you tell the class what yours smells like, Miss Y/L/N, since you’ve finished already?” he drawls, looking at you expectantly.

You lean over your cauldron, inhaling deeply as you try to place the scents that are wafting towards you.

“Mm,” you hum, naming the scents you recognize: “Smoke, like from a firework. And… sweets?” You sit back in your seat, now flushing deeply at the fact that your entire class now knows what you’re attracted to. “I-I think,” you add.

You hear the familiar chuckle behind you, and Snape’s head snaps towards the sound.

“Mr. Weasley,” Snape says sternly, “if you think it’s so funny, and considering yours looks like a disaster, why don’t you come smell Miss Y/L/N’s and tell the class what it smells like to you?”

Fred comes up behind you, so you scoot your chair over slightly so he can smell your Amortentia. You watch as he leans over, his hair falling over his face, and you get a whiff of the smokey scent again. You must be sitting too close to the potion still.

He inhales deeply, a confused look twisting his expression, and sniffs it again.

“Well?” Snape asks, impatiently.

Fred straightens up and shrugs. “Y/L/N is sitting too close to me. All I could smell is her perfume.”

The corner of Snape’s mouth quirks up in amusement as he looks between the two of you.

“That’s all I needed to know. Take a seat, Mr. Weasley,” he says, before turning away and walking to the other side of the room.

You look up at Fred, horror sinking in as you realize what Snape meant. You watch your feelings reflected on Fred’s face and the realization sets in for him, too, and he quickly turns away to head back to his seat.

You risk a look over at Cedric, who’s stifling a laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” you hiss at him, blushing again. Fred Weasley, attracted to you? He couldn’t be. All he did was tease you. And plus, there was no way you were attracted to him in return. I mean, what you smelled…

You start thinking about it, and it all makes sense, but in a terrible way. No, no, there had to be someone else who could be associated with those smells. Right?

Class ends, and you’re still deep in your thoughts as you gather your books. You have a free period next, so you’re probably just going to go hang out with Cedric at the library, like the two of you normally do. But as you’re leaving the classroom, your head lowered, you feel a hand on your back.

You look up in surprise, only to be face to face with Fred Weasley himself.

“What?”

He sighs at you. “Can I just talk to you? Without you hating my guts for five minutes?”

You blanch, guilt settling in at your harsh reaction, so you merely nod and let Fred lead the way down the halls, until you finally find an empty corridor. You both stop, standing somewhat defensively, in the middle of the hallway.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Fred begins, “or, actually, ever find out, but here we are.”

The boy standing in front of you isn’t the annoying, constantly teasing and joking boy you’ve known for years, and it shocks you. He looks at you sheepishly, waiting for your response. But, honestly, you’re speechless. You’d spent so much time over the years simply looking at the things that irritated you about Fred that you never looked at the good things. For example, you had to admit that he was very good at Quidditch, despite the many times he nearly sent you to the Hospital Wing. And looking up at him now, you can’t help notice that he is quite good looking. You’ve never been into gingers, but…

“Find out that you fancy me, you mean?” you ask, cocking your head.

When Fred doesn’t answer right away, you continue: “Why?”

He shrugs, his gaze locked on you, and you see the corner of his mouth beginning to twitch. You knew he couldn’t be serious for long. Oh, no, maybe this is all a joke. Maybe he didn’t actually smell your perfume, and maybe he just said that to mess with you, and-

“Oh, Merlin,” you say, breathily, cutting Fred off before he can even begin to answer your question. You’re so stupid, of course it was a joke. After all, it’s Fred Weasley you’re talking about. And to think, you were actually considering your feelings for him.

“This is all a joke, isn’t it?” you scoff, backing up. You watch as Fred’s face contorts, several different expressions passing over it in a matter of seconds. He steps towards you.

“No, Y/N-“ You can’t help but notice, through your embarrassment and anger, that this is the first time he’s called you by your first name.

“Y/N,” he continues, “it’s not, I-“

You step back once more, fuming, your back hitting the wall of the corridor.

“And how am I supposed to believe that, Fred, when that’s all everything is to you? Right? Oh, except for Quidditch, when you’re trying to kill me!”

Fred’s hand, palm splayed, lands on the brick wall next to your head, making you flinch. He leans close, frustration, heat, and that smokey smell radiating off of him. You look up at him, your heart pounding out of your chest and your breath catching in your throat.

“Y/N,” he repeats, his voice low and husky.

“What, Fred?” you respond when he doesn’t continue, your voice sounding shaky and far-away.

“If you’d just let me talk,” he says, slowly and quietly, making your stomach flip, “instead of being the know-it-all that you are all the bloody time-”

“Then what?” you cut him off, but you just can’t help it, not with all the feelings boiling inside of you. You’re angry and hurt and irritated and just a little turned on and- “Then you could laugh at me and tell me you lied about the Amorentia just to see how I’d react because mine smelled like you and you wanted to humiliate me?”

“Do you ever just stop talking?”

“Listen, you git-”

You’re cut off by Fred’s lips on yours. You fall into the kiss for just a second, taking in the softness of his lips, his smell, his body closing in on yours, and oh, Merlin, the passion and anger behind it, but once you process what’s going on, you put your hands on his chest and push him back, but not too far.

“Fred,” you say, at a loss for words between heavy breaths, because bloody hell, he’s a good kisser.

“Are you going to let me talk now?” he says, stepping back from you, much to your dismay. His eyes are dark, and as you watch him look you up and down briefly, you know it’s over for you. You have to give in. He’s just too damn addicting.

“No, I’m not.” you say, “Kiss me.”

That dastardly smirk appears on his lips as he steps back towards you, closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours again. Next thing you know, his hands are gripping behind your thighs and he’s lifting you, pressing your back against the wall as you wrap your legs around his waist and grab two fistfuls of his hair. The two of you meet each other’s hungry and ferocity, but it’s constantly increasing, as if you just want to one-up each other about who wants the other more. He bites your lip, hard, and you gasp, both from the pain and the pleasure.

“I knew it!”

Fred practically drops you as you both process the voice coming from down the corridor. You scramble to your feet, adjusting your skirt and hair as nonchalantly as possible, turning towards the source.

George Weasley and Cedric stand, staring at you and Fred with amusement. Well, George looks amused, while Cedric looks mostly concerned. You know you’ll have a lot of explaining to do later.

“I- we- it wasn’t-”

Fred picks up his books and begins walking down the hall towards his twin. But not before he turns around and gives you yet another once-over, winking at you with that smirk.

“See you next period, Y/L/N.”

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weasley-kings · 4 years ago

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Something more (Fred Weasley x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary- Y/n is friends with Fred with quite a few benefits but Y/n is catching feelings after a year.

I decided to write a Fred smut in celebration of 300 followers. My Fred smuts are usually the favourite. Thank you to everyone who is following me or even just liking and reblogging it means a lot.

You and Fred have a complicated relationship. You and Fred decided to loose your virginity to each other at the fifth year. You were both the last ones in your friend group so you decided to do it with each other. Since then it’s never stopped, you became friends with benefits but it’s gotten to the point where you will fuck every day. Your whole friend group found out a couple months after you started but they’re still not used to it.

“How do you do it? I would never be able to fuck George everyday without having feelings” Angelina states. “That’s because you have more of an attraction to him.” “No way you aren’t totally in love with him” Alicia says “I don’t know” “Wait are you in love with him?” “No! I’m not in love with him but I am attracted to him. I have to be otherwise I don’t enjoy it.”

“Wait I have a question” Angelina says “Yes?” “What do you do on your period if you do it everyday?” “Think about it” “Do you- you know?” “Yes I give him a blowjob.” Alicia screws her face up “That’s not fun” “It is, I like hearing him moan” “Alright no more! I don’t want to hear anything else.” “You’re dating George! I’m sure it’s like the same thing.” “Would you like to hear about our sex life?” “No please don’t” “See, it’s weird I don’t want to think about Fred that way and you don’t want to think about George that way.” “Why don’t I have a Weasley?” Alicia asks “I’m pretty sure Ron is available” you laugh and she rolls her eyes “He’s too young” “How about Charlie?” Angelina teases her “Alright I take it back.”

You have done a lot of things with each other, you both went from inexperienced to the most experienced in a year. You sit down at lunch across from Fred, he kicks your foot from under the table. You glare at him and he moves his head to the side motioning for you both to go. You shake your head “Please” he mouths putting his hands together to beg you. “Fine” you mouth back and get up. “Could you please save me a sandwich?” You ask Angelina “Yeah alright” you and Fred get up and walk to the nearest broom closet. “I hate it when they do that” Alicia says “I do too” Angelina agrees.

“I’m not getting undressed this has to be quick” you say pulling your underwear to the side. “I promise I’ll be quick” he pushes you up against the wall and slides into you. “You’re wet, here I was thinking you weren’t interested. What’s changed your mind?” “I like fucking in here, anyone can walk in at any time. Why have you been so horny lately?” “That’s a conversation for another time.” You brush it off and close your eyes focusing on Fred.

“Fuck Y/n, I’m close” “Keep going Freddie I’m almost there.” He sucks on your neck and gives you kisses around your jaw. “Oh fuck” you feel him finish but his strokes stay fast and hard, you cum shortly after him.

“What’s the time?” You ask “We have 5 minutes to get to class” “We are supposed to be on the other side of the school.” Fred fixes your hair and you walk together to the other end of the school. You get there just in time.

You couldn’t focus in class, your mind wouldn’t stop bringing up memories of you and Fred. It’s been a full year of no feelings and suddenly you can’t stop thinking about him. You turn around to see Fred was staring at you too, he gives you a friendly wink and you smile back at him.

Fred was your best friend before he was anything else. He used to be so innocent and your relationship wasn’t just about sex. You miss that, maybe this was a bad idea. The more you thought about it, you realise it’s a good idea.

After class you hang out in the common room to talk. You debate on how you should tell Fred it’s over without if being weird or awkward. Once people started clearing out you took that as your chance “You coming to bed?” Alicia asks “I’ll be there in a minute.” George walks Angelina up to her dorm leaving you and Fred.

“I’m glad we got some time alone, we need to talk?” “We need to talk or we need to talk in private” he winks “No it’s about that, about our relationship or whatever you call it.” “Okay what is it?” “We need to stop” “Stop?” “Stop the friends with benefits relationship, we should just be friends.” “Oh- why?” He sounds upset “My feelings have changed and it’s not good for either of us.” “If it’s too much for you we don’t have to do it a lot. Whenever you feel like it. I like doing it everyday because I like you.” “You like me as a friend but also for my body but that’s okay I just can’t do it anymore.”

“I understand” “Can we make sure this is not weird or awkward just back to the way things were?” “Nothing weird here. Goodnight, Y/n.” He gets up and walks away. You walk into your dorm trying to keep things together. You bury your face into the pillow as tears come out, you feel someone lay next to you. “What’s wrong?” It’s Alicia. “I am a bitch” “Tell me what’s wrong.” “I think I hurt Fred” George and Angelina stop kissing on her bed and listen. “What did you say?” “I told him I want to be just friends and now he hates me.” “What did he say?” “He said he understands but he walked away and I could tell he was pissed off.”

“I’ll talk to him” George says “No don’t. I don’t want him to think I care because it makes things awkward.” “He will want to talk to me about it and I’ll make sure it’s not awkward.” George goes to his dorm to talk to Fred “Why did you break it off?” “Because I caught feelings and it will end badly for both of us so I had to do it.”

That weekend Angelina begged you to talk to Fred even if that meant confessing your feelings because the whole week had been awkward for everyone. Angelina and George went out on a date and Alicia decided to catch up on some work with Lee so Fred was alone in his dorm.

You walk in and see Fred stretched out jerking off on his bed. “Oh I’m so sorry” you close your eyes and shut the door. You wait there for a few seconds realising what you just saw before making the decision to walk away. “Wait, Y/n” Fred says putting on a shirt calling after you. “I think I should come back later” “No please come in, I’m sorry you saw that.” “Are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure.”

You sit on his bed and he sits beside you. “So why are you here?” He asks “Angelina thinks I should talk to you and this might be awkward but it’s what needs to be done.” “Go ahead” “The reason why I called it off is because I have feelings for you and I couldn’t handle casually fucking you.” “Feelings as in you fancy me?” “Yes those feelings.” “That’s good because I fancy you too Y/n” your heart skips a beat. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask “I didn’t think you would take it well.”

“What do you say we do it like old times and I’ll help you out because you clearly need it” “Y/n I don’t want to fuck like we used to I want it to be meaningful. Kind of like our first time where I wasn’t pounding into you.” “Yes, I want that.”

You lay back and let Fred take control, he takes off your top and unclips your bra. It felt quite normal, Fred was the only person you would let see you naked and vulnerable like this. He takes off your shorts and underwear. He slides two fingers into your core “How’s that?” He asks “So good” you throw your head back” he uses his other hand to rub your clit until you’re about to cum. He takes fingers out of you and replaces it with his hard cock. “Oh” he moans as he slowly enters you, you smile.

“Feel that good, Freddie?” “Y/n I have been using my hand for a week I didn’t think I would ever feel your cunt again. You’re soaked and so tight it feels so good.” Once he’s fully into you he shifts his weight onto his arms looking into your eyes. You lean up and kiss him. You can’t stop moaning as he speeds up his strokes. He kisses your lips as you start to get louder “Darling, I didn’t put a silencing charm on the room.” He kisses your forehead, you feel yourself getting close so you attach your lips to his moaning into the kiss.

“I’m close Freddie please.” He looks into your eyes as you cum and cums right after you “Oh so fucking good” he moans and takes his cock out of you. “Freddie you’re amazing every time” “It’s your cunt, so fucking tight, darling.” You lay on his chest “Can I sleep with you, tonight?” Fred smiles “You can sleep with me any night, I’ll go get you something to wear because George and Lee will probably be back soon.” Fred gives you one of his T-shirts to wear he puts on some shorts and you talk for hours until George comes back with Angelina. “Oh hi” George says “Hi” Fred says with a smirk on his face.

Everything went back to normal except for the fact that you and Fred were dating and not just fucking. Although Fred’s sex drive did not change at all in fact it got worse but at least you could cuddle afterwards without it being weird.

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weasley-kings · 4 years ago

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hii! can i request a fred weasley x reader where they're like in their 4th or 5th year and in a secret relationship? like kind of having to sneak around and stuff like that and thinking people don't notice but theymre really obvious? thank u!!

the map’s findings // fred weasley

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a/n: did i insinuate lee x george in this? yes, yes i did. no shame. also, i really like the way this fic turned out. i hope u guys do too :D

summary: Harry and Ron think they’ve discovered a secret relationship between you and Fred. Little do they know, they’ve just been clueless to the obvious romance all around them.

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“Mate,” Harry’s voice was muffled from where his head was tucked under his thick blanket, but Ron turned to him anyways. Ron watched Harry’s black, unruly hair spill from under the covers, followed by the light at the tip of his wand and a folded piece of paper.

“Hm?” Ron hummed, expecting Harry to have woken him from his light sleep because of another nightmare he had about spiders. Ron didn’t remember these nightmares, but Harry told him all about his sleep talking in the morning.

“Come look at this.”

Ron wanted to protest the wakeup call, but his eyes focused in the dark and he realized the paper in Harry’s hands was the map. The map. Ron always woke up for the map.

Ron stumbled from under his covers, his feet landing loudly on the ground. Harry widened his eyes, flicking them to Neville and Seamus, both of them still asleep. Ron tread over more carefully, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes.

“What is it?” he whispered, pulling the curtains closed on Harry’s four poster and sitting on the bed by Harry’s knees.

Harry thrusted the map into Ron’s arms, the tip of his wand, still illuminated, showing him where to look.

Ron’s eyes followed, and his face was turned into a grimace of disgust before he could help it.

“No,” he mumbled, holding the map tighter in his pale and freckled hands and bringing it closer to his face, knocking Harry’s wand away by accident.

“Do you think-” Harry cut himself off, his lips pulled in a sympathetic but worried thin line, his eyes opened in shock beneath his glasses.

“It can’t be,” Ron gasped out in the way Ron gasps when he doesn’t know the answer to something.

“I dunno, mate,” Harry said wistfully, leaning his back against the headboard behind him.

“I’m going to ask George about it tomorrow,” Ron said, standing with dedication but tossing the map back to Harry with hesitation.

On his way back to his bed, Harry heard Ron mumble, “For Merlin’s sake,” and flop into his bed with a new sense of exhaustion.

The next morning, Ron was pleased to wake with no memory of any spider nightmares, and Harry didn’t have the look on his face he usually did when he was about to regale Neville and Seamus with Ron’s asleep ramblings. Harry, however, had a different look on his face. Something mixed with apprehension and excitement.

“Ready?” Harry asked from the doorway, watching as Ron was neglecting to tuck in his shirt tales and tighten his tie, granted to lose Gryffindor some house points if Snape saw his uniform so out of order. Harry decided to leave it to either Hermione or Snape, whichever got to Ron first.

Ron mumbled something in response, swinging his bag over his shoulder and following Harry down the stairs.

“Still going to ask him?” Harry said, slipping past Ron as he held open the portrait for him.

“Who?” Ron said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light let into the hallway by the tall, arching windows.

“George,” Harry said, eyeing Ron as he walked beside him.

“What do I have to ask George?” Ron said, hopping over the trick step in the stairs and pausing as Harry did too.

“You don’t remember last night? The map?” Harry turned at the sound of his name, and Ron racked his brain as they waited for Hermione to come down the stairs.

Ron’s eyes lit up when Hermione reached the last step, causing her cheeks to flush. Ron punched Harry’s shoulder.

“Yes! Bloody hell, thanks for reminding me!” Ron started to the Great Hall, not casting Hermione or Harry a second glance to make sure they followed.

“Ron!” Hermione called, shifting her overflowing bag on her shoulder, “Fix your uniform!”

Ron continued to walk ahead of his friends, going to the Gryffindor table while his hands worked away at his uniform.

“What’s got him in such a rush?” Hermione huffed, tightening the hair tie in her hair as she walked with Harry a few paces behind Ron.

“We saw something on the map last night,” Harry mumbled, craning his neck to see over everyone and making sure he didn’t lose sight of the ginger tuft of hair he was following.

Hermione rolled her eyes, refusing to give into the rumors Harry and Ron would be creating today based on something they thought they saw on an enchanted map-- a map they had no idea it’s origin, or it’s creators, or it’s purposes.

George was where he usually was, right beside Lee and Fred as the three of them stuffed their faces with eggs and bacon and toast. His eyes flickered to Ron when he approached, then he sat up straighter when Harry slid next to Ron.

“Boys,” he mumbled, his mouth full of eggs. Next to him, Lee looked up and quirked an eyebrow. Fred was still busy stuffing bacon in his mouth, just about to wipe his greasy fingers on his school sweater.

“George,” Ron said, his voice overly curious and polite in an attempt to hide the information he was holding, “could Harry and I speak to you?”

George’s eyes shifted between Harry and Ron, as if trying to read their minds and determine if this was worth cutting his breakfast short for. He looked down at his nearly empty plate and decided it was.

“Sure,” George stood, wiping his hands on a napkin, and slung his bag onto his shoulder.

“Where ya going?” Fred asked, looking up at George as he stood behind him.

“Ron and Harry want to talk to me, I’ll see you in Minnie’s class.”

Fred chuckled, seeming satisfied with his brother’s response and paid no more attention to it. Harry watched him as they walked back out of the hall, noticing him leaning over to say something into your ear. You flushed, hitting Fred’s shoulder jokingly, and turned back to your friends, ignoring Fred’s burning gaze on the back of your head. Harry turned away, feeling more confident in deciding to skip breakfast for this conversation.

Along the way, Ron slotted himself in an empty part of the table, picking up a stack of toast and eating it as he walked along the aisle.

“Alright,” George said, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets and rocking on his heels, “what’s up?”

“The map-” Harry started, but George stopped him, alarm in his eyes.

“Is something wrong with it?” George asked, lowering his voice and stepping closer to Harry, “What happened?”

“No,” Ron said, stepping closer to George and Harry as he finished off his last piece of toast, “No, we saw something on it.”

George relaxed and leaned away, propping himself against the stone wall in the hallway.

“That’s to be expected,” he said, smirking.

“Yes, we know,” Harry answered, avoiding Ron’s annoyed huff.

“We saw something in your dorm last night,” Ron said, his tone harsh and hurried.

George didn’t answer, only narrowed his eyes and waited for the younger boys to continue.

“Y/n was in your dorm last night,” Harry said slowly, then glanced at Ron, who nodded him on, “in Fred’s four poster.”

George let out a surprised laugh that echoed in the hallway like a cackle. Harry adjusted his glasses awkwardly and Ron shifted his weight between his feet as they waited for George to calm down.

“He’s such an idiot!” George managed in his laughter, bringing his hand to his face to either smother the sound or wipe his tears, “I knew it was only a matter of time!”

Harry glanced at Ron, both of them holding a look of curiosity and slight worry in their brows. The boys had thought they had unearthed a scandalous secret, and in Harry’s secret wishes, he had drifted off to sleep imagining a scenario in which George would be so pleased with Harry and Ron for telling him that he’d enlist them to help him prank Fred. Harry saw that secret wish drifting out of his grasp as George’s laughter failed to subside.

“George!” Ron finally groaned, stomping his foot a little.

“You two,” George said with an admiring tone before he swiped a hand over his now pink face.

George was too overcome with laughter to pay any mind to the boys, so he simply walked back into the hall, pleased to see food was still being served. He had worked up quite the appetite with all that laughing.

“What’d they want?” Lee asked as George slipped beside him.

“Tell ya later,” George managed before suffocating his laughter with a forkful of eggs.

Fred had paid his twin no mind, once again, his gaze still on you. You had been hiding your face from him since George had left, giggling with your friends in an attempt to avoid Fred’s knowing and painfully flirtatious gaze.

On their way to Transfiguration, Lee walked beside George. Fred trailed behind his friend and brother, walking on the outskirts of the herd of girls you traveled in.

George lowered his head, his mouth close to Lee’s ear so they could talk in a more private way.

“Ron and Harry told me something quite interesting,” George said mysteriously, his eyes trained on Lee’s face.

“What?” Lee said, enthused at the idea of a secret.

“Harry said he saw Y/n in our dorm last night, on the map, in Fred’s bed.”

Lee’s reaction was very much similar to George’s when Harry and Ron told him. It gathered Fred’s attention, and he jogged a bit to catch up with the two, leaving your group behind.

“What’s so funny, mate?” Fred slung his arm around Lee’s slightly shorter shoulders, jostling him as he laughed.

“Told him about your prank idea,” George lied easily, “I reckon he likes it.”

Lee nodded at Fred, who smiled smugly. The rest of the short walk to class was spent with Lee falling into fits of giggles every time George looked at him.

The common room fire crackled loudly, but could not be heard over the bustle of students. With classes let out and the weather outside being dreadful, everyone went to their respective common rooms for the evening.

George and Lee were spread out on the couch, their legs entangled in the middle with each of their heads perched on the armrests at opposite ends. Lee flipped through a Quidditch magazine while George flipped through the new Zonko's catalogue. Both of them were aware of Fred’s absence.

Harry and Ron came through the portrait hole. Ron was squeezing out his drenched bag, tracking a trail of mud into the room as Harry undid his soggy tie from around his equally soggy shirt collar.

“I told you-” Hermione said as she came in behind them, seeming to be completely dry.

“Yes, ‘Mione, we know,” Harry cut her off, digging through his bag for his wand.

Hermione cast a cleaning charm at Ron’s feet, then at the rug he had dirited. The drying spell came from her wand just as easily, leaving Harry and Ron with frizzy hair and dry clothes.

Ron fell onto the floor in front of the couch George and Lee were on, dumping his wet school books onto the coffee table. Harry did the same, though a bit more gracefully. Hermione walked past them and up the stairs to her dorm.

“See anything else interesting on the map today?” Lee snickered, his magazine now resting on his chest as he looked at the boys.

George chuckled, untangling himself from Lee and sitting up. He made no protests when Lee rearranged his legs to fall across George’s lap.

Ron flushed, perhaps in frustration or embarrassment, and scoffed as he riffled through his books.

“Let us in on the joke, George,” Harry pleaded, slumping in his spot on the ground and abandoning his soaked books.

“I dunno...” George teased, resting his warm hands on Lee’s shins as he pretended to be in deep thought, “Should we, Lee?”

Lee perked up, sitting up as his legs stayed in their position on George. He mimicked George’s look before he nodded reluctantly.

“Might as well, everyone else knows,” he flung his legs from George’s, sitting so his shoulder bumped against George’s. George willed his face not to blush. He didn’t think anyone as thick as Ron and Harry would notice, seeing as they still had no idea about you and Fred.

“C’mon!” Ron whined, half at George and half at the smudged ink on his newly written Charms essay.

“Alright,” George said, “We’ll let you in on the secret.”

George leaned forwards, and Harry and Ron shuffled to the other side of the coffee table, closer to the other boys. They were perched on their knees like children waiting for a bedtime story, expectantly looking to George and Lee.

“Fred and Y/n have been fooling around for a couple of months,” George paused for dramatic effect and waited as Ron and Harry shared blushing faces and smug looks, “They don’t think anyone knows, but practically everyone does.”

“Is that why-” Harry started, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape as George began nodding his head.

Harry thought back to all the odd comments people on the Quidditch team had made every time Fred was late for practice. Why Angelina didn’t have him running excruciating drills every time he was late, as she did everyone else. All the sly looks Fred made towards the student section at one particular person.

“So, the map was right? They were-” Ron cut himself off at George’s nodding, his face distorting into disgust.

“Hello, losers,” Ginny said, coming from the dormitory stairs.

Harry straightened instinctually. George glanced between Harry, Ron, and Ginny, absolutely in awe at how his little brother could be so clueless when it came to romance. George and Lee instinctually moved away from each other, now that they were in the presence of someone with an actual insight to the world.

“Hey, Gin,” Ron said, his voice low as if he had a lot on his mind.

“What are you lot talking about?” She fell into an armchair that had been pulled close to the couch, so they could still all talk in a low voice and hear each other.

Harry and Ron shared a glance, then looked to George and Lee as if they were asking for permission. George shrugged his shoulders, falling deeper into the couch.

“Y/n and Fred,” Harry said, his eyes searching Ginny’s face for a hint as to if what George and Lee had told them was as well known as they said.

Ginny rolled her eyes and chuckled good-naturedly, “Finally.”

George smirked at the look of shock on Ron and Harry’s faces.

The rain fell against the window in a soothing pattern, and you could have watched it for hours. Your eyes fell upon two drops, watching them race to the bottom of the glass before they joined the rushing water sliding off the building.

Beneath you, Fred’s chest rose and fell in a calming rhythm, a reminder that he was still there when you were too lost in the views of the window.

Fred’s gaze was on your face, as it usually was, and his long fingers were lost somewhere in your hair. You felt his fingertips brush against your ear every once and awhile, also a reminder he was there.

Fred licked his lips, watching your eyes move up and down towards the window. He watched the way your teeth snagged your bottom lip occasionally, watched the way your cheeks would hollow when you subconsciously pursed your lips in thought. Fred watched his own hands on you, one in your hair and the other wrapped around your waist.

Your chin rested on his chest, laid diagonally across the bed so you could see out of the window and so Fred could see you.

“When do you reckon Lee and George are going to tell us?” you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had been between you two. You shifted your head, resting your cheek against his chest and looking up at him.

“When we tell them we know, I’d guess,” Fred said, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

You hummed in agreeance, closing your eyes and hoping Fred would do the same so you could both nap. He didn’t.

“When should we tell them about us?” he asked, a hint on unease in his voice as he waited for your response.

You didn’t open your eyes, “When they tell us they know.”

Fred’s chest moved with a chuckle that escaped his throat, causing you to bounce slightly beneath him. His fingers brushed away hair that had fallen into your face, and his eyes fell closed.

“That’s fair,” he mumbled, shifting his head on the pillows beneath him and drifting off to sleep.

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Me, fighting with my inner demons.

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Aguamenti

Request: “Can you do 1 and 8 on the smut list for Fred or George?”

(”Bite me”/”You’re so sexy when you’re mad”)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I didn't want to make it too smutty just because I didn’t think it fit too well with everything going on so its a little trash :/ I still love my boi Freddie

Warnings: A LITTLE SMUTTY

Upon proposition, both you and Harry had agreed to teach what he was calling ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ a series of spells and techniques that were deprived of them since Umbridge had arrived. You were a little hesitant at first, and not because of Umbridge, god how you hated that woman. Your worries lay with the responsibility that you and Harry had if entering this agreement, you didn’t want to put anyone in danger.

Of course, you and Harry had become almost experts in the field of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you especially due to your close relationship with Lupin. Remus had taught you pretty much all you needed to know in the comfort of your own home, whereas Harry kind of had to pick it up considering the various dangerous circumstances he seemed to land himself in year after year.

You couldn’t disappoint Harry, not when he needed you, he was like family after all.

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Breathless [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2783

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “Stop biting that fucking lip!” In which Y/n is a sales assistant working in the Weasley’s store; Fred likes her but finds it difficult to show this, especially since all he wants to do is to throw her against a wall and shag her.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. read with caution. or delight. idk anymore.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @wand3ringr0s3 @theweirdsideofstuff @harrysweasleys @thoseofgreatambition

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I DID A THING (Fred Weasley is one hot motherfucker just saying)

also this was supposed to be a drabble… oops?

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Fred wondered why he had hired you.

Well he knew why he had - because you were amazing at your job - but right now, as he watched you, bent slightly at the waist, interacting with some young children who had entered the shop, he severely regretted his decision. The only reason for this was that, due to the nice summer weather, you had decided to wear a skirt. A form-fitting skirt. A skirt that made Fred’s pants a tad too form-fitting themselves.

It wasn’t your fault - the sun had come as a welcome change, prompting the majority of people to be wearing lighter clothes as they hurried through Diagon Alley, so as to beat the heat. You’d just happened to have chosen a skirt that made Fred wish he could bend you over the till counter and pull said skirt up to your waist.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered down your form to the curve of your bum as you reached up to grab products for the customers you were with, or - even better - this morning when you had bent down to pick up something someone (Fred) had dropped. His heart was pounding from the thought, and he was still trying to live down the fact he’d had to ask to swap with George, who was behind the till, in order to hide a certain problem of his from customers and from you - something George had found hilarious, joking about it every time he passed his twin throughout the rest of the day - “Alright there, Freddie? Working hard are we?” - earning more than a few glares.

Merlin though, Fred wanted you. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hold you, love you openly. He wanted to ask you for your input on new inventions, to ask you for your opinion on anything - everything. To be the last one to kiss you at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. And he definitely wanted you in his bed. Or in the shower. Or against the wall.

Preferably all of the above.

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weasley-kings · 5 years ago

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hellooo i might just be the sign for you to write a smut headcanon :D could i request a hc of any character where they masturbate/fantasize about you and finally get to experience it irl?

okay so this is my first time writing smut and we are just gonna see what happens !!! i’m doing this one w george bc he’s a character i feel really comfortable writing and hopefully that makes this easier!! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you requested but hopefully it’s close enough and you still like it :)))

[ smut warning obvs ]

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The party in the Gryffindor Common Room was dying down, and you were sitting with your boyfriend, George Weasley, and a few of your friends. You were all still a bit tipsy from the party and the conversation reflected that. Somehow, Lee and Fred had gotten on the topic of masturbating—you wondered if, in their drunken haze, they’d forgotten you were there or simply didn’t care. You tried not to listen, but then Fred made a comment that piqued your interest.

“Oh I think of Angelina sometimes…”

You cocked your eyebrow, “You… think of real people when you…” You made a funny little motion with your hand that prompted a snicker from Lee. George shifted uncomfortably beside you.

Fred broke out into a grin, humored that you’d joined in on their intimate discussion but still a bit timid as he responded, “Oh, yeah. If a girl’s caught my fancy sometimes she just comes to mind, you know?”

You nodded, and George changed the subject casually. This wasn’t really surprising information, but it was weird to think about.

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The next evening, George had the dorm to himself so he’s invited you to come up after dinner. Laying beside him in bed, you turned to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow.

“Georgie,” You said softly, “Do you ever think of me when you…” and you did the same hand motion as before.

Your boyfriend’s cheeks reddened, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. “I- sometimes yeah but…” It was rare that George was speechless, and you quite enjoyed how flustered he was.

You snaked your hand down the t-shirt he was wearing before reaching under the hem and spreading your fingers to skim along his taught stomach and chest. George’s arm wrapped around you so his hand was under your shirt, flat against the bare skin on your lower back. As he shifted closer to you, you let your hand wander to the waistband of his boxers.

“Tell me what you think about.” You whispered before taking him gently in your hand.

He groaned at your touch, but you refused to move until he spoke. “I think about how soft your lips are…” George brought his mouth to yours. He pulled away after a moment and continued, “And how pretty they look wrapped around me.” You smiled against his lips, and he brought his hand—still under your shirt—from your back to your ribs. His fingertips brushed the underside of your breast, but paused as you began to stroke him quicker.

George let out a shaky breath and continued, “I think about how lovely your tits feel in my hand…” He was now fully palming your breast, rubbing your sensitive nipple with his thumb. You gasped as he took your hand from his boxers, placed his hands firmly on your side, and roughly shifted you up so he could take off your shirt and take your breast in his mouth. He pushed you onto your back so he could hover above you as his tongue played with your hardened nipple. You moaned and could feel George’s mouth curl into a smile against your skin. He looked up at you as your hands tangled into his hair before saying, “And how lovely they feel in my mouth.”

You pulled George’s head back toward yours so you could kiss him again. His tongue entered your mouth, only separating long enough for you to pull his t shirt over his head. Then, you reached to pull down his boxers and he broke the kiss, breathlessly resting his forehead against yours.

“What else do you think about?” You asked coolly, as though you weren’t wrapping your leg around his to push his boxers down with your foot. George closed his eyes and murmured, “I think about how warm and tight you feel around me.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow and watched his eyes darken as he pulled off your shorts and panties. Once they were off, you wrapped your leg back around him so he could feel your warmth as you hissed, “Show me.”

With that, George pushed into you slowly. After a few mellow thrusts, you wrapped your second leg around his waist so he could bury himself deeper. You moaned quietly at the sensation, prompting a dark chuckle from George. “And I like to think about…” He sped up a bit and leaned to whisper in your ear, “… how pretty you look below me…” You bit your lip at the feeling of his breath on your neck as he continued, “… and how much I love when you moan my name when you’re about to finish.”

He brought his hand to your clit and rubbed with his thumb in sync with the movement of his hips. Almost unintentionally, George’s name slipped from your lips and he responded by pressing kisses to your neck. You dragged your fingernails along the muscles on his back, moving your hand down along his middle until you could trace your fingertips on his hips. This made George shiver and shift the angle of his thrusts. Your back arched as your boyfriends movements brought you to the edge.

“George…” You moaned his name again and he began to rub your clit a bit faster. “I want to feel you, love,” George said against your neck, “I want to feel you cum around me.”

A moment later, you came, moaning George’s name throughout. Your orgasm brought George to the edge too and you felt him twitch inside you. “Oooh” He stammered before resting on top of you. His face was still buried in your neck, but he brought a hand to tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp gently with his fingertips. He rolled to lay beside you and pulled you to rest on his chest; his hand never left your scalp as he did so.

“Mmm,” You murmured against his warm skin, “Next time I’ll tell you about the things I imagine you doing to me when I touch myself,”

George’s hand faltered in your hair and you felt his heart beat quicken. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “Can’t wait.”

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weasley-kings · 5 years ago

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You Love Me! {DRABBLE} [G.W.]

Request: Hi! May I request one with George Weasley with fluff prompts 13, 37, and 50? Aaaand if its ayt can it be a bestfriends to lovers kinda thing? With confessionsss? If its not too much! Thank you!! Keep up the great work!!!!🧡🧡🧡 (by @imaginationforreal )

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SHARING A BED TROPE?? yes PLEASE!! hope you enjoy lovely!! 💖

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13. “Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

37. “Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?”

50. “You love me!”

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Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 1236

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Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit goes to whoever made it

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The Burrow was extremely crowded - apart from the usual family members, Molly was running around trying to also accommodate Bill, Fleur and Charlie into her home, along with Harry and Hermione, plus help plan a wedding. She was stressed - this much you could tell - and you had been an extremely late minute addition to the Burrow, not planning on being at the Burrow before the twins insisted on you joining them. You were glad to be invited, however the sheer amount of people in the house meant there wasn’t anywhere for you to sleep apart from the couch

Not that you were complaining, it was extremely comfortable, and you’d fallen asleep on it many a time. No, the only person who seemed to have an issue with you sleeping on the couch was George, who watched you place your suitcase and a couple of bags down in the corner, and put your pillow on the arm of the chair.

“Whoa, wait up! You’re not sleeping on the couch are you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched you sit down.

You looked up at him and nodded, “There’s more people than rooms at the moment, Georgie. It’s okay though, don’t worry, I’m absolutely fine on the couch, it’s probably one of the most comfortable places here.”

George shook his head, “Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

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weasley-kings · 6 years ago

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1. Do you have a masterlist cause I just read one of you imagines and I NEED more 2. Your Weasley smut is killin me, keep ’em coming cause your writing is probably one the best things I have ever read

Omg I’m so flattered tysm!!! 🥰

I’ll write more smut when I’m in a saucy mood and when I find a prompt that flows, but in the meantime my master list is here xxx

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weasley-kings · 6 years ago

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Fishy

Pairing: George x Reader

Request: HELLO PERSON!!!! I HAS A REQUEST FOR YOUS!!! So what if George dating this hufflepuff girl who is half human half mermaid. Like her dad is a merman and her mom’s a human witch or whatever. What do you think!? Your amazing stay beautiful!!! 💋

A/N: HELLO FRIEND!! I love the thought of this imagine, i think about the story all the time! I don’t know how true some of the facts are, but yeah I’M SO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED THIS! also sorry for not posting in a while

Squicks: Bitta swearing, bitta blood

For today’s lesson in Care for Magical Creatures, Hagrid had asked the class to meet by the Black Lake. No one knew what strange and terrifying creature Hagrid would introduce you all to today, but it was never really good.

You, Harry, Ron and Hermione were apprehensive on Hagrid’s classes, but because it was Hagrid, you tried to always show as much enthusiasm as possible, which was sometimes hard…

“Right, now…” Hagrid began as he walked towards the crowd of students, “Who can ‘ave a guess at what we’re going ter be doing today?”

Everyone looked out into the lake, thinking that surely there can’t be anything too dangerous in there, since the lake was in the school,

“Hagrid…” Hermione started, looking at him with a wary expression, “we aren’t studying merpeople, are we?”

A shiver went through your body hearing the word. Oh God.

“Right you are, Hermione!” Hagrid confirmed happily, “today, we’re goin’ ter be studyin’ merpeople”.

“Now, obviously we can’t see ‘em, nor go into the lake ter see ‘em, but this is where they be alrigh’”.

Hagrid began to explain about merpeople and all the facts that we would need to know for your upcoming essay on them,

“Now, merpeople ‘ave greyish skin and long, wild, dark green hair. Their eyes are yellow, jus’ like their broken teeth, and they wear thick ropes of pebbles around their necks.“ Hagrid explained,

“Not all of them,” you say before you could stop yourself.

Everyone turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue,

“Er, half-breed merpeople take on the appearance as regular humans,” you say nervously, everyone looking at you with bewilderment, Hagrid looking asthough he wanted you to continue, “Well… when they touch water, their legs bind together to form a tail and gills form on the side of their necks, and they only transform back to their human form once they’re completely dry,”

“How did yer know all that?” Hagrid asked, looking wildly impressed, “Yer ain’t supposed ter learn all that ’til Year 5,”

“Just enthusiastic, I guess,” you say with a smile, trying to not look so nervous,

“Well nonetheless, well done Y/n, 20 points to Gryffindor!”

You smiled a thank-you to Hagrid, and looked back out over the lake while he continued to teach the class about merpeople.

��For yer homework, I want each o’ yer ter write six inches of parchment on merpeople,” a few of the students groaned, “Write as much as yer know on merpeople, even if it is higher than O.W.L level” he said, looking at you.

—— Next Class ——

Here’s Y/n’s essay here if you were interested on my half-breed merpeople canons

Once again, your class met on the dock at the edge of the Black Lake. Before class started, everyone handed up their rolls of parchment to Hagrid.

I should’ve mentioned this before… You were smitten over George Weasley. Since you were two years younger than him, you didn’t really get to spend much time with him or his twin brother Fred. Today, however, it seems as though his class has joined yours for some strange reason.

“Now, as yer may ‘ave noticed,” Hagrid said, getting everyone’s attention, “we ‘ave the year 5 class joining us today,” the students from each class looked at the others, George giving you a smile and a wink, giving you butterflies,

“Now, they’re ‘ere because a certain someone” Hagrid said looking directly at you with a big smile, “…is top of the class not only in her own, but in the year 5 class as well!” he continued with a beaming proud smile on his face. You blushed at all the eyes staring at you, God I hope no one suspects anything…

“Now, year 3s, I’ll have you get out yer Monster Book of Monsters, year 5’s, yer Fantastic Beasts”.

While everyone was rummaging through their bags, Draco Malfoy strode over to you,

“I bet Hermione must be cut,” he said with a mean looking smile, “Someone’s finally out-nerded the Mudblood in class!” Crabe and Goyle both laugh as if Draco had told the best joke ever, with Hermione looking hurt yet disgusted.

“Shove off, Malfoy,” you say menacingly, getting up from your bag,

He laughs at you, looking at Crabe and Goyle with a satisfied smirk on his face,

“How is it you know so much about those stupid fish people, hm?” he asks you, as you clenched your fists by your sides.

“They weren’t in any of the textbooks we have, and we all know you’re not smart enough to have known all that shit anyway,” the Slytherin’s all laugh, getting the attention of the other students, including the twins, George keeping a close eye.

Malfoy steps closer to you, his face inches from yours, “there’s only one reason i can think of…”

and before you could say anything, Malfoy pushes you as hard as he can, sending you stumbling backwards. You scream as you slip on the edge of the dock and suddenly you’re submerged in the dark waters of the Black Lake.

You can hear people calling out to you, and you can see the blurry shapes of people leaning over the dock, looking into the water.

You look down and see your legs beginning to shimmer a blue-green colour. You feel the skin of the side of your neck tear and the cool water rushing in and out, enabling you to breathe. Now your legs had binded together, forming a shimmering tail.

You turn around, but before you can swim away out of embarrassment, you’re face-to-face with four angry looking merpeople, all of them wielding tridents. You try to swim back to the dock but they grab hold of your tail, pulling you back towards you, where they start to slash at you.

“George, what are you doing?” Fred asks his brother, as George begins taking his shirt off,

“Someone’s got to go and get her, don’t they!” George shouted, looking at Draco and sending him a death glare,

“Non one’s goin’ in!” Hagrid shouts, causing everyone to face him, “it’s too dangerous, the merpeople are extremely vicious this time o’ year,”

“Hagrid, she’s been down there for too long, she could drown!” George says as if it’s obvious that he has to save you,

“She can’t drown” Hermione says.

“What do you mean she can’t drown?! She’s been underwater for about two minutes! She can’t—“ George begins, but is cut off by Hermione,

“Draco’s right,” she says, also glaring at Draco angrily.

The whole class looks at Hermione puzzled,

“She is a mermaid”.

The class gasps and whispers to one another. Fred and George both exchange looks, before looking over the edge of the dock into the dark waters. Just then, there’s a loud splash and you’re flung out of the water, landing on the peer. Your body lands with a loud thud, but you don’t move.

“Errybody get back!” Hagrid shouts, causing everyone to step back and form a circle around you, watching with wide eyes. George doesn’t move. He can’t help but stare at you, scared of what might happen.

“What’s happened?” a kid from the back of the crowd shouts,

“She’s been attacked by the other merpeople,” Hagrid confirms.

George drops to his knees next to you and checks to see if you’re okay. Now that you were out of the water, the blood had started to show on your skin from all the cuts on your body.

“She’s starting to dry!” Hermione says, observing your tail slowly starting to split in two.

Instinctively, George wraps his shirt around you, ensuring that you’re mostly covered, when suddenly you wake up with a series of coughing and gasps.

The class sighs with relief with a round of “thank God”s being said among everyone.

You open your eyes to see that you’re in George’s arms, him looking down at you,

“George…” you begin to say, when Draco butts in from the front of the crowd,

“Lookie here, Fishy’s finally woken up!” the Slytherin’s all laugh loudly, calling you ‘Fishy’ as they do so, the name apparently catching on quickly.

“You fucking bastard!” you scream, making to stand up, when your legs give way and you’re back in George’s arms. Your legs hadn’t quite gone back to normal, so you couldn’t stand up yet, and Draco and his gang of shits all laugh even harder.

“Class dismissed, get back in the castle the lot o’ yer!” Hagrid bellows, looking directly at Draco, causing him to show a look of fear for a brief moment, “don’t you think for a moment that Professor Dumbledore won’ be hearin’ ‘bout this!”

The class all leave, except for you and the twins.

“Y/n are you alright?” George asks sincerely, cupping your cheek with his hand, looking at all the small cuts on your face.

You nod, not daring say anything in case you begin to cry, not from the pain, but from embarrassment. You had kept this secret from all your life, and now everyone’s found out that you’re some sort of half-breed freak.

George must’ve been able to see the sadness on your face, simply saying ‘come on’ before putting his arm around your back and his other behind your knees, standing up with you in his arms bridal-style, “let’s get you inside so you don’t freeze to death”.

You give him a small nod before he starts to walk up to the castle, Fred in front of the two of you leading the way.

Walking through the castle, Fred is quick to hex anyone who dares laugh or even utter the word “Fishy”, and before too long you were in the common room.

George takes you up to his dorm, since he can’t take you into yours. He sets you down on his bed gently and with a smile, before retrieving some warm clothes from his trunk. You thank him before he turns around and leaves the room to give you some privacy.

You look around the boys’ dormitory, taking in your surroundings. The room was a lot different from yours, with clothes all over the floor. Next to George’s bed and supposedly Fred’s were a small pile of cardboard boxes with an orange W, assumingly for their joke shop.

Before long, George comes back in, cautiously peering around the door to make sure you were dressed.

“How are you feeling now?” He asks, walking towards you and setting himself next to you on the bed,

“Mortified… Warmer, but just as mortified,” you say with a small nervous laugh, before you remember everything that had happen and start to feel sad again.

George scoots closer and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back as you cry into him.

What felt like hours passes and you’ve finally stopped crying.

“You don’t need to be upset, Y/n,” George says soothingly. You look up at him, wanting him to try and explain why on earth you shouldn’t be upset,

“It’s who you are, you shouldn’t have to try and hide that,” he says, “also, being able to turn into a mermaid is pretty cool,” he says with a cheeky grin, causing you to laugh.

“Thank you, George,” you say, staring into his eyes, inching your face a little closer,

“No need to thank me,” he says quietly as he, too, leans closer to you, and your faces are barely inches away from each other. You thought that this was finally the moment you had been waiting for, when suddenly the door bangs open, causing the two of you to jump and snap your heads towards Fred,

“How’s everything— oh… oh!” he says, seeing how close the two of you were, and you both instinctively shuffle back away from each other awkwardly.

“Oh no no no Y/n don’t worry, he likes you too,” Fred says cheekily, causing both you and George’s eyes to widen, “He’s liked you since you first came to Hogwarts, I remember he was worried you’d fancy Ron more than him, but as it turns out—“

“Fred that’s enough,” George warns, his cheeks probably just as red as yours,

“Ah right, right, I’m ruining the mood,” Fred nods, “Anyway, Georgie fancies Y/n, I’ve been told that Y/n fancies Georgie, so have fun kids,” Fred says with a wink before shutting the door behind him.

George brings his hand to his forehead looking embarrassed, when it dawns on you that the only reason Fred even came in was to embarrass his brother.

You place your hand on George’s jaw and nudge his head to face you, and you lean in and connect your lips with him, him instantly kissing you back.

“SHE’S KISSED HIM!” Fred calls from outside the door, apparently he hadn’t closed it fully, and now the entire common room was cheering, causing both you and Fred to smile into the kiss.

“Watch out Y/n, Georgie doesn’t have much experience with girls so he’s probably a really wet kisser, so try not to sprout a tail on us!” Fred calls out, causing everyone (including yourself) to laugh.

George suddenly breaks away from the kiss abruptly, shouts “fuck off” as loud as he can, before bringing his face to yours and starts kissing you just as you were before.

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weasley-kings · 6 years ago

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Artist - Part 1

Holy shit she’s writing for the first time in over a year??

Pairing: George x Reader Request: None A/N: This is a soulmate AU, where whatever someone’s significant other draws on their own skin, also appears on the other person’s body. Squicks: None

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“Don’t bother talking to him, you won’t get anything out of him until she’s done” Fred murmured to Lee Jordan.

The two snickered, looking at George as he watched the petals be drawn on his forearm one by one. He watched each slow, delicate shape appear on his arm, and he fell more in love with the unknown artist with every new illustration she would draw on her own arm.

Most people would have short little notes scribbled on their hand, or the odd phallic image drawn somewhere out of boredom, but George’s soulmate was an artist. She would draw the most incredible designs, and he got to watch how they were created. He watched how she turned her drawing mistakes into something else, and he was always completely fascinated with her art skills.

Fred had learnt a long time ago that as soon as George’s soulmate started drawing on her skin, his brother wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything else.

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Y/n was sat in Potions class, bored out of her skull. She’d been told off countless times for doodling on her parchment, that she had recently begun drawing on her arm instead.

“Miss Y/l/n” Snape’s annoyed, dull voice spoke, causing you to drop your quill and look up to see your least favourite teacher looking down at you.

“Drawing sunflowers on your skin is not how you extract the horn from an Erumpent. Ten points from Hufflepuff”.

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“Mr. Weasley,” Professor McGonagall said in an irritated tone.

“Yes?” Both of the twins replied innocently.

McGonagall rolled her eyes, “I was referring to the one who has been staring at his little tattoo for most of my lesson,” she responded, looking at the half drawn bunch of flowers on George’s arm.

“It’s not me drawing them, professor,” George replied sheepishly.

“I gathered that much, since you haven’t bothered to pick up your quill all morning,” she said in an even more irritated tone.

As professor McGonagall walked back to her desk, George looked back down at his forearm, disappointed to see that the flowers were still only half done. “Maybe she got busted too,” George thought to himself.

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The bell rang, signalling the end of this class and the beginning of the next. Y/n had a study period, whilst it was George’s turn for Potions.

Y/n was thankful for the free period, since she very much needed to catch up on her homework, but she couldn’t leave half of a design on her arm, just waiting to be completed.

The beginning of Potions class for George went very much the same as the lesson before – staring at his forearm as the petals began to appear again. The way that she would slightly misshape the ovals to make the petals look more realistic; the fine detail she put into the leaves and the flower’s centre; the way she made sure that every petal fit perfectly with the others; the way that she—

“Mr. Weasley,” the deep, dreary voice boomed, clearly still irritated from the lack of attention his last class showed him, and clearly not wanting a repeat of that. “We haven’t even started the practical part of this lesson, what could have possibly caught your attention now….” Snape’s voice trailed off, recognising the flowers immediately. He leaned over slightly to look closer at George’s arm as the sunflowers continued to appear on the redhead boy’s arm.

George, and the rest of the students, looked at Snape questioningly, since they had never seen him end his disciplinary rant so suddenly. The way he was staring at George’s arm made George even more confused than the rest of the students.

“It’s not me drawing it, it’s my—”

“Soulmate…” Snape finished, still not looking up from the ink slowly moving on George’s skin. “Which Weasley are you?”

“George, sir”.

No one else dared say anything, since this really was a very strange moment, and also, they wanted to get out of potions work for as long as they could. George expected a hefty house point deduction, but instead, Snape slowly stood back up with a quiet hum, and walked slowly back to his desk. The twins looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what the hell that was all about.

As you can probably assume, Snape was most definitely not a fan of sappy teenage romances – especially when they interrupted his classes. The thought of those two silly, inattentive teenagers falling hopelessly, revoltingly in love with each other, when he and…

Regardless, the mere thought made him sick.

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When Y/n’s class next had Potions, Snape was sure to keep an eye out for her. When the class had finished, Snape finally addressed it. He ushered Y/n over to his desk, and she wasn’t sure what she had done this time, but being called over to Snape’s desk after class is never a good thing.

“Roll up your sleeve,” Snape said.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but did as she was asked anyway. The ink used to draw the bunch of sunflowers on her forearm had slightly faded, the only difference being that the other half of the illustration had now been completed, now matching the illustration that Snape had seen on George’s arm.

Y/n was George Weasley’s soulmate.

Looking at the slightly faded ink on Y/n’s arm for a few seconds, Snape spoke.

“You should go and show George Weasley that,” he said in a quieter voice than Y/n had heard before. Snape stood abruptly from his desk and walked over to the Potions cabinet, acting as if Y/n was no longer in the room. She took this as his signal to leave, and she went to find George Weasley.

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weasley-kings · 6 years ago

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bad timing

REQUEST: “ so you know when george loses his ear? with the head injury he gets amnesia but one of the things he remembers is how much he loves the reader (mutual pining but nothing has ever been said bc oblivious dorks r my fave) and he is convinced they must be together bc he is filled with adoration and spends all his time telling reader and his family how smitten he is and how lucky he is and the reader is all !!!!!! and tries to tell george he’s mistaken that it’s his injury and he’s like NONSENSE you are the love of my life and like yeah… that’s how a bump to the head finally knocks some sense into two idiots” by @newtandtheseus

A/N: This was Rosie’s request after winning a place in my giveaway! she told me the idea and I’m super excited to write it!!!

WARNINGS: None lol. Some angst.

WORD COUNT: 2K

DESCRIPTION: George gets his head bonked when his ear gets chopped off. It changes what was before a pretty tense situation between the two of you into you observing with quite a bit of shock, a very goofy and in love George Weasley.

George didn’t know a damn thing that was going on. While this was in the most technical sense an over exaggeration, right now it felt pretty right. He looked at everyone hovered above him, recognizing faces but missing a few names or understanding where he was, and George let out a groan before simply saying what first came to his head when his twin –oh hell how could he not remember that name– asked him how he felt.

“Saintlike.”

His mother seemed to grow paler, as did you– before he followed up with “’Cause I’m holey– geddit?”

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as Molly gave George some most needed pain relief potion.

“Glad to know you’ll be alright Weasley.”

Adoring eyes met your very confused ones when the red haired man on the couch sleepily mumbled, “Who’s Weasley?”

George watched as simultaneously, around the whole room everyone shot each other a concerned look. His eyes went back to being locked onto yours, with an amount of dedication that you’d longed for before but now seemed unnerving in these circumstances. Fred gave you a quick glance before patting George’s hand.

“Just go to sleep, alright mate?”

With a hum, the eldest Weasley twin fell asleep.

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Later, when George woke up it took him a long while to remember what had happened. Even then he could tell there were lots of holes in his memory.

He’d been hurt. He’d lost an ear. He was here with his family. You were here. There were also other people at the house as well but George didn’t have a damn idea who those were, other than knowing the faces.

When you came into his view though, something huge came crashing into his memory.

He loved you.

He couldn’t remember how you met but he knew for sure that he’d adored you for years.

You had a frown stitched onto your face that you couldn’t remove. Almost a mirror image of Molly. “Is he going to be okay? I dunno how much he remembers.”

You’d known George for years– and had settled into an odd situation with him romance wise. You were in love with him, entirely, but it had never worked out between you two when you actually wanted it to. He starts to like you? You’d just started dating someone else. You want to ask him out? He was snogging someone around the corner.

Truly, it was a frustrating situation.

Fred seemed rather sure of himself though, as he patted you on the back and led you back to the couch where George was resting. “Don’t worry– We’ll figure out what he knows.” Fred perched himself on the couch next to George, and you settled down on the floor, your head about the same level as George’s. “So– we’re gonna figure out what you know, and get you caught up. Ready mate?”

George had a bit of trouble tearing his gaze from you, but managed to look at his twin. “Alright, sounds good.”

“Do you know your name?”

“George.”

There was a sigh of relief on your end. This entire situation had caused an absurd amount of stress, more than you wanted to admit. “Do you know where you are?”

There was a pause from George, “England.” at you and his twin’s peering eyes he admitted a bit more sheepishly, “Don’t know any more than that. I can’t remember a lot.”

Fred shot George a cheerful grin. “Don’t worry Georgie– you’ll start remembering things soon. You’re at the Burrow. It’s where we grew up. Do you remember my name?”

Later on, Fred wouldn’t lie to George that it hurt that he didn’t remember his name, but for the moment Fred hid it well enough when George shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I know it starts with an ‘F’ though–”

“You’re close! It sounds like an ‘F’. It’s Philip. George and Philip is what everyone always calls us.”

The scowl you shot at Fred was second only to his mothers. “Don’t mess with him like that Fred!”

George glanced between you and Fred, “Is Fred his middle name?”

Fred broke into a series of snickers, and felt just a bit better about everything now that there was a bit more humor in the situation. “Sorry George. My name’s Fred, not Philip. We like pranking, if you don’t remember that.”

“I remember that. Just like I remember being the funnier one.”

The brotherly banter you were so used to was back in full force, which provided a level of comfort to you that you could never articulate. Like that you stood up, about to say something about getting some water or seeing if Molly thought now would be a good time to move George since he seemed more aware.

Only to be stopped by a tight grasp on your hand. Looking down you saw that look on George’s face again. That smile that grazed his lips. It made your heart do a series of flips.

“We’re in love.” The certainty with which George said that left you gobsmacked, as well as the fact that he said it with Fred right next to you two.

“We–” you looked at Fred for help, and found none as the man wore a delighted smile.

Fred always was a lover of chaotic things like this.

What an asshole.

“I love you and you love me and we’re dating, aren’t we?”

You felt a heat spread across your face. “No– no we aren’t together George. We’ve never dated before.”

“We’ve gotta be though! I know it– I love you to bits and I remember that. How would I feel that way if we weren’t in love?”

You tried to stammer out a response when you heard the giddy voice of Molly Weasley from the doorway. “You two are in love?”

Fred jammed his fist in his mouth as he tried not to laugh, and you decided to give him a solid whack upside the head later.

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The last few days had been a little hard on you. In an odd way. It was at first filled with you hearing wonderful things about how much George loved you and how lucky he was that you two were dating. Now though, as George’s memory was starting to come back you could see when he realized something he thought before was wrong.

Before, he’d looked at you with so much love and adoration, and now he just seemed sad and confused when he saw you.

Molly had asked you to bring him some tea, in a gesture you were sure was part of her plan for you and George to get together.

George propped himself up in bed when he heard the door opening. He couldn’t hide the mixed emotions he felt when he saw you– namely, embarrassment.

He had spent so much time talking about how lucky he was to have you, how much he adored you to his family, and while they seemed happy– they had broken the news to him that no– you two weren’t together. You’d never been together actually.

Truly, he couldn’t remember either way– but George didn’t know who else he could trust if he didn’t trust his family.

“Your mum asked to bring you some tea.”

George tore his eyes away from you and focused on an old stain on his blanket. “Thank you, y/n”

You paused for a little while, not sure what to say that would help. “You already asked your family a lot of questions didn’t you?” When he looked at you with a nod you continued, “Do you have any questions for me?” You sat on the edge of his bed, and gave him a smile.

George’s heart did a few flips, and he started with the question that was at the forefront of his mind. “Are we together?”

“No. We’ve never dated.” It hurt to have to say that, especially seeing how crestfallen he looked. “We’ve– well, how much do you remember about school?”

“Not a lot.” George racked his mind for a moment. Pranks– Leaving Hogwarts on a broom– glimpses of you– Quidditch– his siblings. “I remember things, but a lot’s not there.”

“You and me have bad timing. There’s been a few times where we’ve wanted to– or I’ve heard…” You clamped your mouth shut as you tried to get your words in order. “There’s been a lot of times where I’ve wanted to ask you out and it’s just been a bad time. Fred told me that something like that had happened with you too– but I can’t be sure about that…”

His head hurt almost constantly now, and this conversation wasn’t helping. “So we’ve never dated?”

“No.”

“But we’ve almost dated?”

“Yeah.”

George’s brow crinkled at how ridiculous this all sounded. “Does that mean you love me too?” he could see the hesitation in your eyes, and while George didn’t remember a whole lot he knew what that look meant. He shot upwards in bed, “You do! I was right! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now it was your turn to have a red face. “Georgie– you just got a concussion! You didn’t remember your last name until yesterday! It’s– it didn’t really feel all that ethical to lean into what you were putting out! Pretty sure it’s not!”

“But I was right we love each other!”

“Yes! But–”

You weren’t able to get any words of protest out, as you felt George scoop you into his arms and give you a crushing hug.

It wasn’t until now that you were aware how much emotions could be conveyed from physical touch. Truly, this was the most loved you’d ever felt. Your lip wobbled a tiny bit as you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Scrambling a bit so you could be more square in his lap, you could feel the big grin on his lips pressed against your shoulder. “You’re still not well though Georgie–”

“Don’t care.” his voice was muffled against your shoulder. “You said we had bad timing before. I don’t care about timing. We’re in love.”

Like that you let yourself melt against him, pulling away just enough to press a searing kiss to his lips. You gently cradled his face, careful to avoid touching his bandages or hurting him. Despite yourself you did tear up a bit. “We’re in love.”

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