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Fred Weasley The Start of Something New The Start of Something New Part 2 I Want to Ruin Our Friendship Night and Shining Armor The Night of Bill and Fleur's Wedding My Type Friends to Lovers Late Nights
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Kissing with Fred Weasley would include
Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader
Warning: non
So, Fred is a fan of the PDA.
So he will kiss you everywhere.
In the library.
On the astronomical tower.
In the dungeons of Snape, when you are left for punishment.
Fred's kisses are always unexpected.
But his kisses are often very long and slow.
Very sensual.
After such kisses, he usually bites your lower lip slightly.
Light and quick kisses between classes.
Passionate and long in empty classrooms or the library.
Fred likes to kiss your wrists.
And also, as I wrote above.
Fred is not afraid of the PDA.
And willingly likes to leave hickeys on your neck.
Gentle and tired kisses after a hard day.
When the lips barely touch.
When you move in with him after graduating from Hogwarts.
Fred gets into the habit of kissing you on the shoulder in the morning.
Besides, we all know that Fred is a great joker.
So giggling kisses are your most frequent kisses with Fred.
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The Start of Something New Part 2
It was the day after Fred had realized how strong his feelings for y/n were, and completely unsure of how to go about things he was very eager to be going to his mum and dad’s house for family dinner.
The one person he knew without a doubt would be able to help him was there for the summer- Hermione. And she was the first person Fred went straight to when he and George had apparated the Burrow that evening.
“Hermione, I need your help.” Fred said sitting beside her at the already crowded dinner table. His mother had already started sending food to everyone’s plates. He and George were late as usual.
“Well, hello to you too, Fred.” Ron said rolling his eyes at his older brother.
George laughed and took a bite out of the chicken leg he picked up from his plate, “Evening everyone. Don’t mind Freddie, he’s in looove.” He cooed.
This caught everyone’s attention. Fred had never mentioned a girlfriend before. Everyone around the table turned to look at Fred, who had turned beat red.
“Gee thanks, mate.” Fred said causing George to laugh again.
“That’s wonderful, Freddie! Who’s the lucky girl? Do we know her?” Molly asked taking her seat at the table.
“No… and that’s why I need your help, Hermione.” Fred turned and explained to her (while everyone else listened in, of course) his situation with y/n. Once he had finished he pulled a muggle cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her, “she wants me to text her but I’ve never used one of these before. Can you help me?”
“Wow, you must really like her to have went to a muggle store to buy a phone for her.” Ron said mouth full of mashed potatoes.
“Not only that, he went into a muggle flower shop and had flowers with a note delivered to her doorstep! Who knew muggles had such things.” George said.
“Or that Fred was such a romantic.” Harry replied.
“Oh how sweet, Freddie!” Molly mused.
“Oh, shut it, you prats. I didn’t want her to think I just wasn’t talking to her. I said in the note I had to get a new phone and would text her as soon as I could,” he shrugged, “it’s not necessarily a lie.”
“Well, I think it’s sweet that you’re making an effort to learn some of her world. After all, if the two of you are going to work out she’s going to have to learn some things about yours too.” Hermione said taking the phone.
“Exactly!” Fred said feeling more at ease now that no one had told him this was a bad idea.
“I’ll get this working for you Fred and teach you how to work it later.”
“Thanks, Hermione, I owe you one.”
After dinner Hermione went to work setting up Fred’s new phone for him, put y/n’s number in, and taught him all the basics he would need to know. It was well past midnight before they were finished with all of Fred’s- and Mr. Weasley’s- questions. Fred uttered a great amount of thanks to Hermione again before leaving, to his surprise she simply hugged him and said, “I’m happy for you. And be patient with her. It was a big shock for me that this was all real. It will be for her too.”
Fred and George apparated back to their apartment and mumbled their goodnights and went to bed. Fred slipped his jeans and shirt off and stepped into his pajama pants before hopping into bed. Once he was comfortable he pulled out his phone to look at it, squinting slightly until his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he sent y/n a text.
Fred: Hey, it's me. Did you get you flowers?
It was late, and he didn't expect a reply so soon, but a minute later his phone dinged.
Y/n: They were beautiful! Thank you, Fred. That was really thoughtful.
Fred: Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.
Y/n: I've been thinking about you, too. :)
Fred: Are you busy tomorrow night? I'd like to take you out, on a proper date. ;)
Y/n: I have the night off tomorrow. I'd love that. What'd you have in mind?
Fred: It's a surprise. I'll pick you up at your place at 6?
Y/n: Can't wait. :)
And with that Fred rolled over and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
***
The next morning Y/n woke excited, yet nervous for the day ahead. She wasn't sure what Fred had planned for their date, but knew whatever it was she'd be happy to just be with him.
She went through her morning routine in a daze, thinking about him. She felt in her heart that this was different. He was different. She believed with her whole heart, that this could really be something, and she hoped he did too.
As she was starting a pot of coffee, there was a knock at her door causing her to jump. She hurried over and answered.
There was a delivery man standing at her door holding yet another bouquet of beautiful flowers.
"I have a delivery for miss y/l/n."
"That's me." She replied taking the flowers from him. She thanked him and turned back into her apartment closing the door behind her. She placed her new flowers beside her previous ones and read the note attached:
Dress a little fancy tonight. Can't wait to see you.
-Fred
Y/n smiled to herself. From the moment she met this man, she hasn't been able to wait for the next time to see him either.
The day went by fast, and it was nearly 6:00 as y/n put on her favorite thigh length black dress that showed off all that she wanted it to perfectly. She added a few finishing touches to her makeup and was making sure all her hair was curled when she heard a knock on the door for the second time today, only this time it made her heart flutter.
When she opened the door, the face she couldn't get out of her head was smiling back at her.
"Good evening," he said grabbing her hand and kissing it.
She giggled at his manners. "Good evening to you. Are you ready to go?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could come in first?" He asked, still holding her hand.
"Oh? Sure."
They walked into her living room together hand in hand.
"Do you want to sit?"
"Yes, I think sitting will be best." He answered.
They sat down and y/n gave him a confused look. "You aren't about to tell me you're married or something, are you?"
Fred laughed his musical laugh at this. "Oh gosh, no. Here I have a present for you." He handed her a small box that had been tucked in his jacket pocket.
"Oh! You didn't have to do that. I didn't get you anything."
"A magical night out with you is all I want. George and I just perfected this. We are selling them at our shop."
Y/n opened the package and pulled out a small candle. She surveyed the sticker on the front for a scent, but the only thing printed on it was three W's.
"Selling candles at a joke shop?" She said smiling up at him.
"We sell lots of different things there, I hope I can take you there soon. We haven't started selling these yet, and considering you gave me the idea, I wanted you to have our first one."
"Oh, Fred, thank you!"
"Go on, smell it." He said eagerly.
She removed the lid of the candle and brought the candle up to her nose and sniffed. Her nose crinkled up and her eyebrows scrunched together and she sniffed again, causing Fred to laugh.
"Well?"
"It smells wonderful! How in the world did you get all those smells to smell so good together?" She asked looking up at him in surprise.
"What do you smell?"
"You should know, you made it! How did you do it?" She playfully swatted at his arm.
"That's the thing. I don't know what you smell. Every person that smells that candle will smell something different. For instance," he took the candle from her and sniffed, "I smell pumpkin pasties, fireworks, and vanilla brown sugar."
Y/n grabbed the candle from him and sniffed again. "You're joking with me. I smell the vanilla brown sugar too, but I also smell clean laundry, and..." She looked up into Fred's eyes before finishing, "Cinnamon. How...?"
"It has something in it that smells different to every single person, depending on what attracts them."
This brought a blush to y/n's cheeks, considering she smelt the smell of Fred's cinnamon gum.
"That's brilliant. How does it work?" She asked.
Fred grabbed both of y/n's hands and looked into her eyes.
"I'm going to tell you something now, and I need you to be very open minded. Okay?" He asked, squeezing her hands.
"Okay." She replied, squeezing his hands back to reassure him.
He took a deep breath, "Listen y/n, I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I can't deny how I feel about you already. I can't stay away from you, and I know my feelings for you are only going to grow. So, I want to be honest with you from the beginning."
Y/n opened her mouth to tell him she felt the same way, but he shook his head. "Please, let me finish before I lose my nerve." He smiled at her and she nodded her head for him to continue.
"There's more to this world than what you know. And I'll explain everything to you, as fast or slow as you want me to. But I want you to be apart of my life, and I have to ask you to trust me. I know I'm about to sound crazy, but do you trust me enough to show you what I mean, before you call me crazy and kick me out of here?"
"Yes, Fred, I trust you." She touched her hand to his cheek. "What is it?"
"Magic is real. Witches, wizards, spells, potions. All of it. That's how I made that candle, it's how I've done every magic trick I've shown you. It's real, and I want to ask you to let me take you somewhere- to our date- using magic to show you. And if you decide you want nothing to do with me after this, I'll bring you back home unharmed and I'll never bother you again."
Y/n stared at Fred for a few moments reading his face, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking, but he never did. What she saw there, was as serious of a face she had ever seen on him.
She stood up from the couch, and grabbed Fred's hands pulling him up with her.
"Okay. I trust you. Show me. But if you're playing a prank on me, I'll never forgive you." She laughed.
Fred grinned from ear to ear and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Lets go." He said as he pulled a long pointy stick from his pocket. "This is what I use to do magic. Hold on tight to my hand. This is going to feel funny."
Y/n heard a loud cracking sound and the next thing she knew, everything was black. She felt like she couldn't breathe and momentarily wondered if Fred had killed her, when suddenly her feet touched the ground again, and as she opened her eyes again, she looked over at Fred who looked worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She took a moment to look around at her surroundings before she answered him. They were on a roof top somewhere that looked like something from a movie. Fairy lights were strung around the banister and a table for two was set up with a romantic spread of food and wine, and in the distance she could see the Eiffel tower.
Overcome with emotion, she turned to Fred and kissed him passionately. When they finally separated, she gestured to the scene around her, "Did you do all of this for me? Fred this is amazing."
Fred visibly relaxed and said, "It's nothing. My soon to be sister in law lives in the house we're standing on top of. She and my brother Bill helped."
"This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
Fred walked over to the table and pulled out her chair for her to sit down. As she did he poured them both a glass of wine before sitting down in his own chair.
"So... how are you handling all of this?" He asked nervously.
Y/n reached across the table and grabbed his hand before saying, "Everything you said about us back at my apartment, I feel it too. I don't care what you are, or what you do, I like you for you. Plus I am pretty open minded."
Fred brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger smiling, "I told my family you were. I can't wait for them to meet you and to share my life with you."
"Me either, Freddie."
Part 3 coming soon!
"I'll not be here, sadly," he added. "But Hagrid will." 🐉🖤
Kissing with Fred Weasley would include
Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader
Warning: non
So, Fred is a fan of the PDA.
So he will kiss you everywhere.
In the library.
On the astronomical tower.
In the dungeons of Snape, when you are left for punishment.
Fred's kisses are always unexpected.
But his kisses are often very long and slow.
Very sensual.
After such kisses, he usually bites your lower lip slightly.
Light and quick kisses between classes.
Passionate and long in empty classrooms or the library.
Fred likes to kiss your wrists.
And also, as I wrote above.
Fred is not afraid of the PDA.
And willingly likes to leave hickeys on your neck.
Gentle and tired kisses after a hard day.
When the lips barely touch.
When you move in with him after graduating from Hogwarts.
Fred gets into the habit of kissing you on the shoulder in the morning.
Besides, we all know that Fred is a great joker.
So giggling kisses are your most frequent kisses with Fred.
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Time to get back to writing.
[Cormac talking to y/n; Fred looking from a distance]
George: Cat got your tongue?
Fred: Just thinking
Fred: If I put nosebleed nougat into McLaggen’s pumpkin juice, turn his hair green, and blow up his bag, would it be too much?
George: Jealous, huh?
Fred: Shut up. She’s my girl
George: Well, let me know if you need any help
Ginny finds out all of her friends have slept with one of her brothers.
“I need to speak with someone unbiased,” Ginny states to Hermione and Angelina. “Where’s y/n?”
“And what makes you say that we’re biased?” Hermione protests.
“The fact that both of you are fucking one of my brothers. I need someone who isn’t affected by their charms or wit.”
“Charms and wit?” A voice calls from the stairs. “Are you talking about me?
Y/n steps through the entry way to the family room, where Ginny is sitting on floor with Hermione and Angelina on the couch. She smiles at the three girls, and Ginny grins back.
“Just the girl I wanted to see,” Ginny chirps. “I need to talk to someone who isn’t fucking one of my brothers. These two are biased.”
She points to Hermione and Angelina on either side of her with each thumb. The other girls scowl, and Angelina adds an eye roll.
“You need to speak with someone who isn’t sleeping with one of your brothers?” y/n asks, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I-“ Ginny begins as George walks in from the garden and barks at her.
“Oi! Wait! Does it need to be someone who has never fucked one of your brothers or just someone who isn’t currently fucking one of your brothers?”
Y/n choked on her own breath as a blush began to creep up her neck from her collar bones. Ginny knit her eyebrows and cocked her head at her older brother.
“What do you-“ She began, but was interrupted again.
“If you need someone who has never fucked one of your brothers, you can’t talk to y/n either.”
Ginny’s jaw dropped. Her eyes flickered between you and George, you and George.
“You and George?” She said aloud.
“No! No, no,” you both spoke. George laughed.
“I didn’t,” he mumbled, just loudly enough that you could hear. “Freddie would kill me.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Ginny yelped. “Did you just say Freddie would kill you?”
“Did you not know?” George asked, his jaw was slightly agape..
“Did I know that literally all of my friends have slept with one of my brothers?” Ginny scoffed. “No. I didn’t.”
“I really thought Freddie would have told you,” George said.
“Honestly, I’m a little surprised that he hasn’t told you by now,” y/n agreed.
“Yeah, it happened ages ago,” George said.
Y/n blushed as he mentioned this, the color deepened as she heard Fred coming down the stairs humming to himself.
“What happened ages ago?” Fred inquired as he walked into the room.
Y/n noticed that both of his hands were shoved into the pockets of his baggy black sweat pants; his shoulders were slightly hunched forward. She wanted to reach out and rub his shoulders to straighten his stance.
“You losing your virginity to y/n,” George quipped with a smirk.
Fred’s eyes quickly bugged out of his head, and a deep blush spread quickly over his cheeks. Y/n noticed how the blushing made Fred’s freckles pop just under his eyes. He stared Ginny down. She was fuming, though no one could tell if that was because she was mad this had happened or mad that she didn’t know.
“You lost your virginity to y/n and didn’t tell me!?” Ginny shrieked. There were pools of tears beginning to form on her lower lash line.
“It was before you and I were even friends, Gin,” y/n piped in.
Ginny’s shoulders relaxed, and she took a step back from y/n and Fred. Fred rubbed the back of his neck and rotated his head around in a small circle to stretch his muscles.
“Well, if it was before we were friends, I guess I can understand why you didn’t think you needed to tell me,” she paused. “But you would tell me if it happened again, right?”
“Again from this point moving forward?” Fred asked, “Or would you want to know if it had happened since you and y/n became friends?”
Y/n glared at the back of his head.
“You’ve slept together since we became friends?” Ginny asked sternly, looking between her brother and her best friend.
She could tell by the way y/n wouldn’t meet her eyes that she was right.
“More than once?” she inquired further, to which Fred nodded lightly. “When?”
“Um, so the first time was fifth year at the end-of-year party. Then there was the dressing coach on the train the beginning of sixth year…and the party after the quidditch cup game because, y’know, we won and all. And like three times in the room of requirement somewhere between the train and the cup.”
Ginny stood there staring at Fred with her mouth agape. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. Before Ginny could speak again, he confessed one more time.
“And, um, then there was,” he looked down at his watch, “There was the time about thirty minutes ago.” He finished quietly.
Y/n covered her face with her hands while George let out a barking laugh. He turned and questioned the pair before Ginny could even process what her brother had said.
“Thirty minutes ago? That’s why you couldn’t help me de-gnome the garden?!”
“Sorry, mate,” Fred said with a smirk.
“Guess I just can’t talk to anyone in this house,” Ginny huffed, leaving the room.
The Start of Something New Part 2
It was the day after Fred had realized how strong his feelings for y/n were, and completely unsure of how to go about things he was very eager to be going to his mum and dad’s house for family dinner.
The one person he knew without a doubt would be able to help him was there for the summer- Hermione. And she was the first person Fred went straight to when he and George had apparated the Burrow that evening.
“Hermione, I need your help.” Fred said sitting beside her at the already crowded dinner table. His mother had already started sending food to everyone’s plates. He and George were late as usual.
“Well, hello to you too, Fred.” Ron said rolling his eyes at his older brother.
George laughed and took a bite out of the chicken leg he picked up from his plate, “Evening everyone. Don’t mind Freddie, he’s in looove.” He cooed.
This caught everyone’s attention. Fred had never mentioned a girlfriend before. Everyone around the table turned to look at Fred, who had turned beat red.
“Gee thanks, mate.” Fred said causing George to laugh again.
“That’s wonderful, Freddie! Who’s the lucky girl? Do we know her?” Molly asked taking her seat at the table.
“No… and that’s why I need your help, Hermione.” Fred turned and explained to her (while everyone else listened in, of course) his situation with y/n. Once he had finished he pulled a muggle cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her, “she wants me to text her but I’ve never used one of these before. Can you help me?”
“Wow, you must really like her to have went to a muggle store to buy a phone for her.” Ron said mouth full of mashed potatoes.
“Not only that, he went into a muggle flower shop and had flowers with a note delivered to her doorstep! Who knew muggles had such things.” George said.
“Or that Fred was such a romantic.” Harry replied.
“Oh how sweet, Freddie!” Molly mused.
“Oh, shut it, you prats. I didn’t want her to think I just wasn’t talking to her. I said in the note I had to get a new phone and would text her as soon as I could,” he shrugged, “it’s not necessarily a lie.”
“Well, I think it’s sweet that you’re making an effort to learn some of her world. After all, if the two of you are going to work out she’s going to have to learn some things about yours too.” Hermione said taking the phone.
“Exactly!” Fred said feeling more at ease now that no one had told him this was a bad idea.
“I’ll get this working for you Fred and teach you how to work it later.”
“Thanks, Hermione, I owe you one.”
After dinner Hermione went to work setting up Fred’s new phone for him, put y/n’s number in, and taught him all the basics he would need to know. It was well past midnight before they were finished with all of Fred’s- and Mr. Weasley’s- questions. Fred uttered a great amount of thanks to Hermione again before leaving, to his surprise she simply hugged him and said, “I’m happy for you. And be patient with her. It was a big shock for me that this was all real. It will be for her too.”
Fred and George apparated back to their apartment and mumbled their goodnights and went to bed. Fred slipped his jeans and shirt off and stepped into his pajama pants before hopping into bed. Once he was comfortable he pulled out his phone to look at it, squinting slightly until his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he sent y/n a text.
Fred: Hey, it's me. Did you get you flowers?
It was late, and he didn't expect a reply so soon, but a minute later his phone dinged.
Y/n: They were beautiful! Thank you, Fred. That was really thoughtful.
Fred: Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.
Y/n: I've been thinking about you, too. :)
Fred: Are you busy tomorrow night? I'd like to take you out, on a proper date. ;)
Y/n: I have the night off tomorrow. I'd love that. What'd you have in mind?
Fred: It's a surprise. I'll pick you up at your place at 6?
Y/n: Can't wait. :)
And with that Fred rolled over and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
***
The next morning Y/n woke excited, yet nervous for the day ahead. She wasn't sure what Fred had planned for their date, but knew whatever it was she'd be happy to just be with him.
She went through her morning routine in a daze, thinking about him. She felt in her heart that this was different. He was different. She believed with her whole heart, that this could really be something, and she hoped he did too.
As she was starting a pot of coffee, there was a knock at her door causing her to jump. She hurried over and answered.
There was a delivery man standing at her door holding yet another bouquet of beautiful flowers.
"I have a delivery for miss y/l/n."
"That's me." She replied taking the flowers from him. She thanked him and turned back into her apartment closing the door behind her. She placed her new flowers beside her previous ones and read the note attached:
Dress a little fancy tonight. Can't wait to see you.
-Fred
Y/n smiled to herself. From the moment she met this man, she hasn't been able to wait for the next time to see him either.
The day went by fast, and it was nearly 6:00 as y/n put on her favorite thigh length black dress that showed off all that she wanted it to perfectly. She added a few finishing touches to her makeup and was making sure all her hair was curled when she heard a knock on the door for the second time today, only this time it made her heart flutter.
When she opened the door, the face she couldn't get out of her head was smiling back at her.
"Good evening," he said grabbing her hand and kissing it.
She giggled at his manners. "Good evening to you. Are you ready to go?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could come in first?" He asked, still holding her hand.
"Oh? Sure."
They walked into her living room together hand in hand.
"Do you want to sit?"
"Yes, I think sitting will be best." He answered.
They sat down and y/n gave him a confused look. "You aren't about to tell me you're married or something, are you?"
Fred laughed his musical laugh at this. "Oh gosh, no. Here I have a present for you." He handed her a small box that had been tucked in his jacket pocket.
"Oh! You didn't have to do that. I didn't get you anything."
"A magical night out with you is all I want. George and I just perfected this. We are selling them at our shop."
Y/n opened the package and pulled out a small candle. She surveyed the sticker on the front for a scent, but the only thing printed on it was three W's.
"Selling candles at a joke shop?" She said smiling up at him.
"We sell lots of different things there, I hope I can take you there soon. We haven't started selling these yet, and considering you gave me the idea, I wanted you to have our first one."
"Oh, Fred, thank you!"
"Go on, smell it." He said eagerly.
She removed the lid of the candle and brought the candle up to her nose and sniffed. Her nose crinkled up and her eyebrows scrunched together and she sniffed again, causing Fred to laugh.
"Well?"
"It smells wonderful! How in the world did you get all those smells to smell so good together?" She asked looking up at him in surprise.
"What do you smell?"
"You should know, you made it! How did you do it?" She playfully swatted at his arm.
"That's the thing. I don't know what you smell. Every person that smells that candle will smell something different. For instance," he took the candle from her and sniffed, "I smell pumpkin pasties, fireworks, and vanilla brown sugar."
Y/n grabbed the candle from him and sniffed again. "You're joking with me. I smell the vanilla brown sugar too, but I also smell clean laundry, and..." She looked up into Fred's eyes before finishing, "Cinnamon. How...?"
"It has something in it that smells different to every single person, depending on what attracts them."
This brought a blush to y/n's cheeks, considering she smelt the smell of Fred's cinnamon gum.
"That's brilliant. How does it work?" She asked.
Fred grabbed both of y/n's hands and looked into her eyes.
"I'm going to tell you something now, and I need you to be very open minded. Okay?" He asked, squeezing her hands.
"Okay." She replied, squeezing his hands back to reassure him.
He took a deep breath, "Listen y/n, I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I can't deny how I feel about you already. I can't stay away from you, and I know my feelings for you are only going to grow. So, I want to be honest with you from the beginning."
Y/n opened her mouth to tell him she felt the same way, but he shook his head. "Please, let me finish before I lose my nerve." He smiled at her and she nodded her head for him to continue.
"There's more to this world than what you know. And I'll explain everything to you, as fast or slow as you want me to. But I want you to be apart of my life, and I have to ask you to trust me. I know I'm about to sound crazy, but do you trust me enough to show you what I mean, before you call me crazy and kick me out of here?"
"Yes, Fred, I trust you." She touched her hand to his cheek. "What is it?"
"Magic is real. Witches, wizards, spells, potions. All of it. That's how I made that candle, it's how I've done every magic trick I've shown you. It's real, and I want to ask you to let me take you somewhere- to our date- using magic to show you. And if you decide you want nothing to do with me after this, I'll bring you back home unharmed and I'll never bother you again."
Y/n stared at Fred for a few moments reading his face, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking, but he never did. What she saw there, was as serious of a face she had ever seen on him.
She stood up from the couch, and grabbed Fred's hands pulling him up with her.
"Okay. I trust you. Show me. But if you're playing a prank on me, I'll never forgive you." She laughed.
Fred grinned from ear to ear and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Lets go." He said as he pulled a long pointy stick from his pocket. "This is what I use to do magic. Hold on tight to my hand. This is going to feel funny."
Y/n heard a loud cracking sound and the next thing she knew, everything was black. She felt like she couldn't breathe and momentarily wondered if Fred had killed her, when suddenly her feet touched the ground again, and as she opened her eyes again, she looked over at Fred who looked worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She took a moment to look around at her surroundings before she answered him. They were on a roof top somewhere that looked like something from a movie. Fairy lights were strung around the banister and a table for two was set up with a romantic spread of food and wine, and in the distance she could see the Eiffel tower.
Overcome with emotion, she turned to Fred and kissed him passionately. When they finally separated, she gestured to the scene around her, "Did you do all of this for me? Fred this is amazing."
Fred visibly relaxed and said, "It's nothing. My soon to be sister in law lives in the house we're standing on top of. She and my brother Bill helped."
"This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
Fred walked over to the table and pulled out her chair for her to sit down. As she did he poured them both a glass of wine before sitting down in his own chair.
"So... how are you handling all of this?" He asked nervously.
Y/n reached across the table and grabbed his hand before saying, "Everything you said about us back at my apartment, I feel it too. I don't care what you are, or what you do, I like you for you. Plus I am pretty open minded."
Fred brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger smiling, "I told my family you were. I can't wait for them to meet you and to share my life with you."
"Me either, Freddie."
Part 3 coming soon!
Lock The Door
Sirius Black x Reader
Warning: Smut! 18+ only
Y/n pulled her scarf around her tighter as she and her best friend, Lily, walked shivering silently through the snow to the three broomsticks to meet their friends.
The warmth from the fire place inside immediately stung her cold face as they walked in and made their way over to four boys already seated in the corner of the room, their butter beers in front of them already.
Lily took her usual place beside James, who she had just recently started dating. Y/n watched as he slung his arm around her and kissed her cheek, warming her from the cold. Sure, y/n was happy for her friend, but she couldn’t help feeling a sharp pang of jealousy shoot through her heart at the site of them. She longed for that type of intimacy with someone.
Breaking her from her thoughts- she heard Sirius remove his feet from the chair beside him and pull it out for her to sit in, which she did, and started rubbing her hands together trying to get warm faster.
“Here,” Sirius said handing his warm glass of butter beer to her, “you look like you need this more than I do.”
“Thanks,” she replied. As she took the glass from his hands, their fingers touched. Heat instantly ran to her cheeks at the contact, as always, sent shivers through her body. She quickly took a drink of her warm drink, so if anyone asked she could blame the redness of her cheeks on that.
Sirius Black. One of her best friends since her first year of Hogwarts, and someone she had always harbored feelings for. When she was younger, she shrugged it off as a little crush- he was the bad boy of their class and a jokester, she liked his personality. Years later, the feelings hadn’t went away, but intensified. They went from a girlish crush to something more. Something she had yet to admit to anyone.
reminders for writers
you are talented, and more than capable of creating something extraordinary
your way of telling a story is unique, there’s not a single story in this world that could, or would, ever be told the same way, by any writer;
meaning, you bring something remarkable to the table, a story that never would have been told, if it wasn’t for you
and no amount of self-doubt is going to change that
— D
PLEASEEEE send me all the book and author recommendations. I need new things to read.
where can I find your masterlist luv?
Just added it to my page as a pinned post :)
Are you gonna continue your latest Fred fic? 🥺🥺🥺 plsss I love it so much and I can't help thinking Freddie being all protective of her 😭😭 I'm going soft now ok bye ily
Yes I am! Working on it now. And I agree. We love a protective Freddie 🥰 thank you so much!!
The start of something new
Summary: Had this idea of Fred starting to date a muggle girl. Thinking about making it into parts 🥰
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Y/n glanced up at the clock above the door to the bar she worked in. A quarter after 9. She then looked around the dimly lit, crowded room. No flash of red hair in sight.
Her heart sank, and she wasn’t sure why she kept getting her hopes up. It had been over a month now since the cute, tall, red headed boy had been back in after coming in every Saturday night right at 9 for months.
She hadn’t been able to quite put her finger on why she was so drawn to him. He was handsome, yes, and very funny. But she didn’t exactly know him very well, and yet she still felt that they had a spark between them. Every night that he would come in, he’d make sure to catch her attention and tell her jokes or show her “magic tricks” in between her serving other customers. A few times she had sat and had a few drinks with him and his twin brother after her shift ended, but he had never made a move on her. Y/n had decided the next time she saw him, she’d make the first move. Unfortunately he hadn’t been in since.
Sighing, she thought to herself that he must have found someone else- a reason, to keep him from bars on Saturday nights. To keep him from her.
“Hey, y/n, can you grab me some more glasses out of the kitchen please?” Y/N’s coworker called from the other side of the bar, filling the last cup with beer and handing it to the guy in front of her.
“Sure,” she replied breaking out of her thoughts and turning to go get the glasses.
Walking out of the kitchen, she was so startled to see Fred sitting at the bar she almost dropped all of the glasses in her hands. Composing herself, she put the glasses back in their designated spot and walked over to where Fred was sitting.
He was looking around the room, and like he had felt her presence he looked up into the girls face and smiled. “Hello, love.”
“Hey there, stranger.” She replied smiling back at him.
He raised his eyebrows at her, “ah, so you’ve noticed my absence hmm?”
“I have to admit you’re a hard person not to miss. What are you having tonight?” Fred always tried new things every time he came in.
which fictional death has affected you the most emotionally? like had you straight up crying your eyes out or similar responses
Fred Weasley 💔
