HP Imagines

Hufflepuff

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MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

I’m Okay - You’re Draco’s sister and you’re dating Harry. When the two of them duel, you’re caught in the middle. 

Dead - You’re Harry’s wife and believe him to be dead at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Patronus -  While trying to make a patronus, you can’t conjure up a strong enough memory. Harry has an idea that might help. 

So I’ve Heard - You’re a transfer student to Hogwarts and have no clue who Harry Potter is or why everyone is obsessed with him. 

Nightmare - Harry comforts you when you’re unable to sleep. 

Fred Weasley

Christmas - Christmas with Fred

She’s a Keeper - You are very shy and surprise everyone when you’re great at Quidditch. 

Distraction - You get in trouble for kissing Fred, and he gets protective. 

Love - A fluffy argument leading to Fred declaring his love for you. 

Jealous - Jealous Fred

Jealous - Jealous Fred #2!

I Told You So - Fred comes to your rescue and quickly falls in love with you. 

Safe - You attend Bill and Fleur’s wedding and stay by Fred’s side when all chaos breaks out. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort.

Right Here - After Umbridge punishes your for protecting Sirius, your father, Fred calms you down. 

Panic Attack - You have a panic attack and Fred comforts you. 

Long Enough - You and Fred confess your love on Christmas!!

Bludgers - Fred has a huge crush on you and can’t help but protect you. 

Break Her Nose! - After being abducted after the 7 Harry’s, you promise yourself that you are going to break Bellatrix’s nose. 

Close - You feel like it’s your fault that the team lost, Fred comforts you. 

New Year’s Eve - A short New Year’s Eve fluff

Hate - You hear the opposite of whatever Fred says and angst ensues. Hufflepuff reader :)

Oblivious - You are oblivious to flirting. This, of course, isn’t a problem until you realize that both Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy have been flirting with you. 

You Left Me - You’re hurt when the twins leave Hogwarts without telling you - even more so when you realize you’re pregnant. 

Hair Dye - Fred pranks you by replacing your shampoo with hair dye. He doesn’t care for the attention the new color brings you. 

Home for Christmas - A fluff-filled Christmas Fred fic

Love Letters - A love letter Fred wrote for the reader when his future becomes uncertain. 

Golden - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six - Soulmate AU in which everyone is born with a birthmark that turns golden when it first comes into contact with your soulmate. You have two - belonging to the Weasley twins. 

George Weasley

Loss - After the war, you return home to find your pet has passed. 

Gone - You were dating Cedric and didn’t allow yourself to mourn. George helps you let out your feelings. 

This Christmas - You’ve been dating George for a while, so when Christmas rolls around you spend it with his family. 

Saint-like - During the 7 Harry’s, you wait at the Burrow for George to return home. 

My Fault - You ride with George during the 7 Harry’s and take all the blame when he gets injured. 

Blood Purity - When Umbridge catches you and George flirting, she puts him in detention. 

Walk-Ins NOT Welcome - Harry walks in on one of your make-out sessions. 

Guessing - After it gets out that you have a crush on a Weasley, Ron won’t stop guessing until he gets it right. 

Duel - After a duel with the Slytherins, you check up on your protective boyfriend. 

Shy - You’re very shy and when George notices people being rude to you, he makes himself your personal body guard. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort. 

I’ll Walk You Home - After you miss the rest of the students return to the school, only you and George are left in Hogsmeade. 

Christmas - Christmas just isn’t the same without Fred. 

Date - You’re constantly turning George down, but when he turns his attention to another girl, you realize that maybe you do like him. 

Too Much to Handle - George is too shy to approach you, but after finding you locked out of your common room he has the perfect opportunity. 

Christmas at the Weasleys - You spend your first Christmas with George and notice that he seems like keeping you around a long time. 

Golden - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six - Soulmate AU in which everyone is born with a birthmark that turns golden when it first comes into contact with your soulmate. You have two - belonging to the Weasley twins.

Draco Malfoy

Slytherin? - You are Ron’s twin and fully expect to be in Gryffindor. When you are sorted into Slytherin, an enemy may become a friend. 

Marry Me? - Draco gets hurt in a Quidditch game and you spend the day taking care of him. 

Unsafe - Draco may love you, but with the upcoming war and Voldemort’s eyes on him, it’s unsafe to admit it. 

Let’s Hope So - After denying feelings for each other, you both realize there may be something there. 

Virtues - After Draco sees Slytherins treating you bad, he comes to your rescue. 

Secret Santa - You and Draco get each other for Secret Santa and find it isn’t as easy as you hoped. 

Blood Traitor - During a heated argument Draco calls you the worst thing he can - a blood traitor. 

I’m Sorry - You were raised in the same situation as Draco and are expected to marry. You slowly fall in love, but after finding a note it appears that the love is one sided. 

Not Your Fault - After Draco gets hurt in a dual, you tend his wounds. But, you find more than wounds on his arms. 

Christmas - You love decorating the common room and all things Christmas, and Draco can’t help the pull he feels to you. 

Worry - Draco is protective of Hufflepuff!Reader 

Rival - You grew up in Pansy’s shadow, but Draco isn’t interested in her. He’s interested in you. 

Love and War - At the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, all Draco can think about is you. 

Nightmare - Draco is the only person who can calm you after a nightmare. 

Banished - After suggesting that he make up with his arch nemesis, Draco has the nerve to banish you from your own bed. 

Hesitant - After the war, you are weary of Draco. But, you find out he isn’t as bad as he appeared to be. 

Strong - You try to comfort Draco, but first he has to tell you what’s wrong. 

Oblivious - You are oblivious to flirting. This, of course, isn’t a problem until you realize that both Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy have been flirting with you.

Boggart - Draco’s biggest fear is you hurt. 

Where Were You - Draco wasn’t there when you needed him most. 

Ron Weasley

Family - You’re Draco’s sister and Ron’s girlfriend. Your parents don’t react too strongly to your date. 

Just a Dance - Fred and George know about your crush on Ron and make it their personal mission to set you up. 

Now That’s a Game - Draco knocks you off your broom during Quidditch and Ron immediately comes to your defense. 

Amortentia - After realizing you love Ron and he loves you, Hermione sets you up. 

Stargazing - A fluffy trip to the astronomy tower with Ron

Ginny Weasley

Don’t Mention It - You’re Ginny’s best friend and find her snogging Harry in the middle of a war. 

Hers - Your Ginny’s, and hers alone. 

Charlie Weasley

Christmas in the Burrow - Charlie invites you to the Burrow with him when he realizes you stay at Hogwarts. 

Romania - “Here’s my dreams and you’re with me!”

Anywhere - You’re a healer at St. Mungo’s who specializes in dragon-related injuries. 

Marry Me - You’re marrying Charlie Weasley, and of course his family goes all out. 

Mistletoe - Christmas pranks that end with you kissing your best friend. 

Hermione Granger

Kiss Me - Hermione has never been kissed, but you are going to change that. 

Pansy Parkinson

Unbreakable Vow - With the war over, you can finally marry your love. 

Neville Longbottom

I Love You - You and Neville go to the Yule Ball, and he says he loves you. 

Father - You and Neville have a toddler and raise him at Hogwarts. Turns out, Neville is a wonderful Dad. 

Our Spot - A tree by the lake might be seen as mundane to most, but to you it held every memory you loved with Neville. 

Cedric Diggory

Family - Cedric lives! And he marries you and has a family!

Lazy Sunday - Part 2 to Family

Stay With Me (Part 1) (Part 2) - You begged Cedric not join the Triwizard Tournament, but he did. And he died. You, however, aren’t going to let that be the end. The solution? Time Travel. 

Pumpkin Juice - A sweet day with a sweet boy and kisses that taste of pumpkins. 

Oliver Wood

Quidditch - You’re basically the mom of the Quidditch team and are there to support Oliver during wins and unfortunate losses. 

Sirius Black

Brave and Mighty - Sirius never noticed you, until now. 

Too Young - At 20 years old, you are married to Sirius, godparent of a baby, and in the middle of the war. 

Loss - You and Sirius lose your baby. 

Class of 1978 - You’re Lily’s best friend and you have made it to graduation. 

Baby - You just found out you’re pregnant and have no idea how you’re going to tell Sirius. 

Bother - You are living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. You both hate it there, but you have each other (and hopefully a sandwich).

Son - You had a son with Sirius, and he’s a carbon copy of his father. 

Apart - A touchy and jealous Sirius

Etch - With Death Eater parents, you’re expected to follow in the footsteps. When you are etched with the dark mark, Sirius comes to the rescue. 

Santa, Baby - With a ton of students stuck at Hogwarts, it’s up to you and the Marauders to give them a good Christmas. 

Animagus - Sometimes dogs are better conversationalists than people. 

Crucio - Harry’s vision was right. 

Remus Lupin

Untitled - Remus is the one bright light in your year. 

Mama - Remus lives and you raise Teddy together!

Not All Scars - You were raised by Remus and notice that he may be hurting more than any of you realize.

Potions - After an awful potions class, you find a helping hand - Professor Lupin (not romantic). 

Don’t Leave - Turns out the Marauders are awful at cheering you up. Except for Remus, that is. 

I Insist - Sirius gets sick, so you step in to help Remus during a full moon. 

Prefect (Part 1) (Part 2) - A flustered Remus confuses a flirty reader for a meandering student, when they are both on prefect rounds. 

James Potter

Just Like You - You slowly becomes more like James. 

First Time - You wake up after your first time with James and kind of regret it. 

Newt Scamander

Scars - When one of Newt’s creatures attacks him, you clean the wound and notice the scars he’s covered in. 

Nothing in that Case is Dangerous - You’re with Newt when he’s brought in to the Ministry. Newt does everything in his power to save you.

Accidentally, Of Course - Newt catches you as you’re changing clothes. Queenie reads your mind and realizes you may not have minded. 

Obliviate - Newt is ordered to wipe your memories, but he has other plans. 

New Additions - You’re pregnant!!!

Obscurus - You are Credence’s twin. Newt saves you and teaches Credence how to control his magic.

Christmas - Christmas with Newt

Letters - Newt misses you, but you keep in contact through letters. 

How Could I Forget? - You marry Newt, but you’re hit by a curse and lose your memory. 

Arranged Marriage - To merge the wizarding and muggle worlds, you’re in an arranged marriage to a prince. One that you do not want to be in. Thankfully, a familiar face comes to save you. 

Thanksgiving Day Parade - While searching for Newt’s creatures in America, you find yourself caught in the biggest parade of the year. 

Theseus Scamander

Together - You go to Theseus for comfort after a physical fight with your parents. 

Sleep - Sleep was hard to come by when death could be around any corner. Thankfully, Theseus is there to help. 

Updated: December February 23, 2025

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Golden Pt. 6 - The Weasley Twins x Reader

(Warning: this chapter contains smut (minors dni) with both brothers. Strictly with reader, no sword crossing. Don't read this chapter if that's not your thing.)

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Those were the first words you heard, following the loud bang of your door flying off its hinges. Fred didn’t waste a moment before grabbing his brother by the shoulders and punching him square in the jaw. You screamed at the sound, pushing yourself back towards the wall. He landed a few more blows before George managed to throw him off. “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you daft? You’re in her bloody bed, George! What the hell did you do to her?” George grinned wickedly. “I fucked her, you twat. Or do you want the details?” Fred’s eyes darkened. “I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you if you hurt her.” George took a step closer to his brother. “And if she wanted to be hurt? What then?” Fred finally cast his eyes towards you, scanning for damages. “I’m sorry, Fred. I should have told you.” He didn’t waste a response on you, storming off silently.

George did a rough wipe of his nose, clearing the stream of blood. “Fucking fantastic. Now I get to break the news to Mum about our soulmate with a broken nose.” Your face drained of color, every ounce of blood seeming to rush back to your chest. “What?” “You’re meeting our family today, princess,” George smiled bitterly. “They’re going to love you.”

The three of you arrived at the Burrow before supper time, luggage in tow for a weekend stay. George carried yours without a word. Fred still couldn’t look at you, his eyes trained on the door.

“No one speaks a word of this to Mum,” he said evenly. “We’re soulmates, we’re in love, and we’re happy. We can sort the rest of this out on Monday.”

Fred had barely rapped the door thrice before Molly yanked it open and pulled her son into her arms. “Hey, Mum,” he said into the fabric of her dress, still in her tight embrace.

“I’ve missed you, Freddie!” She pulled away from her first son and moved onto her second, pulling him into an equally crushing embrace. “You too, George!”

When she finally released George, her attention fell to you. If she hadn’t been missing her sons so much, hadn’t hugged them so quickly, she would have seen it sooner. Her jaw fell slack as she laid a gentle hand on your face, right over Fred’s soulmark.

“She’s mine, Mum,” he smiled, though you could tell it was tinged with sadness. He placed his hand where his mother’s just was - where it fit perfectly.

Fred finally introduced you to his mother - your name, your house, your family, though you found your attention crawling back to George, his golden mark still unnoticed.

“Let’s get you inside then, shall we?” Mrs. Weasley asked, pushing you towards the doorway. You had almost made it to the threshold when she yelped. Your head snapped back to her, holding George’s arm within her hands. “You too! Eighteen years without a match and suddenly both of my boys find one within the same month!” “Mum,” he begins, but she continues on. “Not a ring. Not an Owl. Not even a Howler! And you’re worse than your brother! Didn’t even bring them to meet me!” “Yes, I did,” he finally interrupted. “Excuse me?” “I did.” George drops both bags before walking to your side. You gently lift up your shirt, revealing a mark that matched the one on his forearm. “She’s mine, too.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Which was more than you, as you just stood there shellshocked and flushed. “Well, we better get you inside.” Mrs. Weasley wasted no time on preamble. She entered the home first, hands clenching together nervously. “Fred and George are here,” she announced quickly. Mr. Weasley’s head finally peaked around a corner, smile wide on his face. “With their soulmate. Both of them. One soulmate.” “Right,” Mr. Weasley spoke, scanning between the three of you. You focused your attention on his bow tie. “The more the merrier, as they say. Or less. I’m not sure what to say in this situation.”

George’s mouth set into an even line. “Where do you want me to put these, Mum?” he asked, lifting the luggage slightly. “Oh. I originally had Fred sharing with his soulmate, but seeing as she’s yours, too, I’ll have to make a few adjustments.” “It’s fine, Mum,” George smiled tightly. “Just lead the way and I’ll get it sorted. I know you were cooking before we barged in.”

George and his mum took off towards the stairway and Mr. Weasley quickly excused himself, leaving you alone with Fred for the first time since that morning. He didn’t speak. He refused to even look at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For fucking my brother or hiding it from me?” His voice was stern and in that moment, he reminded you of George - the hatred he seemed to have for you to his very core.

You didn’t speak for a long pause. “I don’t know.” You should’ve been sorry for both. You should’ve been wholeheartedly apologetic for sleeping with his brother, but you couldn’t be. Your soul would never be complete without George’s. You were his as much as you were his brother’s. Regret and guilt and need mixed cruelly within you, begging for resolution.

“Don’t apologize until you know what you’re apologizing for. It’s not fair to either of us.”

He too, left, leaving you standing on your own in the Weasley's living room. Molly was the first down the stairs, thankfully alone. "Where'd Fred get off to?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen. "Not sure," you replied truthfully. "Just took off." She shook her head in disbelief. "Sorry, dear. You have me at least." You nodded. "Need any help?" She immediately handed off sets of plates and silverware.

“Ron and Ginny will be in tomorrow morning. My older boys should be in by that evening. Everyone was ecstatic about Freddie finding his soulmate,” he paused, pursing her lips. “I haven’t told them about George yet.” You straightened a set of silverware. “We probably should’ve warned you. I guess we just didn’t know how.” “I’ve just never heard of anything like this before,” she admitted, laying the final plate. “I hadn’t either. I don’t think I would’ve believed it if it didn’t happen to me.” “Don’t tell them I asked, but how did they react? Were they happy?” You paused, considering whether to omit the full truth. “Fred was excited, just happy we finally found each other, I think. George wasn’t as happy. Said ‘no one wants half a soulmate’,” you tried to shrug off your hurt, but it still stung. “Guess I can’t really blame him, though.”

She sighed softly. “That’s what worried me. The two have shared everything for all their lives. George has always been my more jealous son.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. “And now? Are you happy together?” she stopped busying herself for a moment, holding your hands within hers. “Do you love them?” You nod with clenched teeth, trying to stop tears from pooling in your eyes. “More than anything.” Molly smiled, a real one this time, and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad, dear.”

It could’ve been awkward, dinner with just the five of you, but Molly refused to let it be. She carried the conversation, gracefully turning from subject to subject and expertly avoiding the whole soulmate talk. You were endlessly grateful for her, especially when you ushered you to bed directly after dessert. She shoved the three of you in, shutting the door quickly behind her. George immediately cast a silencing charm.

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh when you finally saw the ‘bed situation’. Molly had shoved three beds against each other, spelling the sheets to combine into a large franken-bed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs. I can wake up early enough that no one will know.” George groaned. “I feel like we’ve had this argument before. You’re not sleeping on the floor, or the couch, or anywhere other than a fucking bed when you’re with us.” “That was before everything went to shit, now isn’t it?” you retorted, pushing the ginger in the chest. “And whose fault is that?” he shoved back. “You came on to me, asshole!” “And then you came on me. So you’re not scot-free either, princess!” “Stop calling me that!” you yelled, ready to charge for him before Fred held you back.

“You both need to calm the hell down,” Fred yells, too. “I don’t know if you both just love to hate-fuck each other, but I’m over it.” Fred throws himself down onto the springy mattress, cupping his face within his hands.

“I’m sorry, Fred,” you stated, pulling his attention once more. “I’m sorry for hiding my relationship with George from you. I should have told you as soon as I realized I had feelings for him, too. But I’m not sorry for those feelings. He’s my soulmate as much as you are. If you’re going to ask me to choose between the two of you, I won’t. I can’t.”

You had barely plopped down onto the couch downstairs when George scooped you back up and threw you over his shoulder. A few hits to his back were all you managed as to not wake up the entire Burrow. Your protests started once you were thrown back onto the bed. “You can’t just throw me around whenever you feel like it, George.” “You seemed to like it last night.” “Motherfucker, I will kill- ", you started, rising to your feet. Fred laid a hand on your chest, holding you from his brother. “Relax. No one’s killing anyone tonight.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Let’s just try to get some sleep. We can figure shit out in the morning.” “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as the two of you. We all know how the last time went.” “Freddie’s going to be on his best behavior this time,” George teased, climbing under the thick covers.

You began to retort, but Fred held you back again. “Not tonight.” Heat flushed to your cheeks as the fire in your chest reduced to embers. You climbed past him to the middle of the bed, trying valiantly not to touch either twin. In the middle of the mattress, you laid straight as a board, as still as a stone. You would not so much as lean in one of their directions. Sleep evaded you. To pass the time, you counted each divot in the ceiling. You were well into the hundreds when Fred finally spoke. “Do you love him?” Your body remained still as stone. “Yes.” A while passed before he asked his next question. “Do you love me?” Only a second passed. “Yes.” Under the blankets, Fred’s hand found yours. “Then we’ll figure it out.”

George was trying his hardest to pretend to be asleep, but you could see through him. The rises and falls of his chest were too uneven. With your other hand, you found his. Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, George.” He didn’t say anything, the only indication he even heard you the slight tremor in his fingers. “George, please look at me. I love you.”

He groaned, a deep broken sound crawling from his soul. He turned on his side, hand still clutching yours. Your tears fell freely, Fred’s hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too” he cried out. The mask was gone, leaving a broken, hurting George in its wake. “I hate how much I love you. I would die for you. Fucking hell, I would kill for you, love. I would snuff the life out of someone with one spell if they hurt you.”

You released yourselves from both of them and pushed yourself upright, facing both your soulmates. “I love you both. So much I think I’ll die if I’m without you. I’m yours - heart and soul.” You took Fred’s hand and placed it atop its matching mark on your face. He shuddered at the touch. George’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you against him by his own mark. “My soul will forever be yours.”

You pulled Fred closer, kissing him hesitantly. After a moment, his hesitation faded and he kissed you hungrily, groaning at the touch. George peppered the back of your neck with kisses, holding you taught against his chest. Then, you turned to him, meeting your lips to his. Fred took your distraction to pull his shirt off, tugging on yours immediately after. George released you for a moment to help remove your shirt, then his. His lips were back on yours the moment they were off, relishing each soft moan he knew he caused.

Fred's hands wandered from your stomach to back, eventually unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. You giggled, before turning your attention back to him. You pushed back into George's lap, who immediately held you firmly against him. Fred crawled to you, capturing your lips in his once more. You pulled at his jeans until he finally took pity and helped you take them the rest of the way off. He removed yours next and you shivered at the cold. You weren't cold for long before Fred pulled you against him, allowing George to remove his last articles of clothing. He was the first fully bare, and sprawled himself against the headboard, waiting for your attention to return to him.

It quickly did. Fred bit your earlobe before whispering into it. "Go over to him." You crawled over to him, straddling him. Only the thin fabric of your underwear separated him from you. The sound of Fred ripping off the last bit of his clothing filled the air before he sank back into the bed behind you. His hands canvassed your form, touching every inch of you.

Slowly, you began to rock against them.

George immediately grabbed onto your hips, grinding you further against him. His groans were low and filthy, making your chest flush from nerves and need. You needed them both. And you needed them right fucking now.

You pushed yourself off of George and stared into his eyes, before turning to Fred. "I want you to fuck me." "Which one of us, baby?" Fred asks, already breathing heavy. "Both of you. I need both of you." "Okay, princess. Come here. You can put your mouth on me and Freddie can take you from behind," George suggested, pulling you back towards him. "He's never felt your pussy, baby. And I think he needs to." You nod, kicking off your last piece of clothing. You settle between his thighs, keeping your legs spread and ass up for Fred. His hands are already on you, running from your back to the bottoms of your legs. "Good girl," George praises. "Take me when you're ready."

You take his tip first, swirling your tongue around the head. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “You’ve been holding out on me, princess.” You smiled up at him, which pulled an even deeper groan from his throat. You took him deeper within your mouth, focused entirely on pulling more moans from him. Right now, with him beneath you, he was entirely in your control. An entire string of curses fell from his lips when you finally quickened your pace. His fingers sunk into your hair, surely pulling it into knots.

"Doing so good, pretty girl," Fred praises you, fingers running up and down your back. "You're gonna take me, too, now." You shudder in anticipation, widening your eyes while staring into George's. He used his leg underneath you to kick open your legs more, making it easier for Fred to push into you. He gave you no warning, sinking into you with ease. You moan onto George's cock, pulling an identical moan from him. "That's it, baby," Fred purred, pulling your hips back against him. "Feel so fucking good." The push and pull of Fred behind you cause you to take George deeper and faster, quickly bringing him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," George warns you. "And you're going to swallow it like a good girl, aren't you, princess?" You nod, fighting back the tears in your eyes from the pure pleasure. Fred presses a finger into your clit, forcing another moan out of you. "Shit, baby. I'm gonna cum" George warns again. "She's close, too," Fred adds. "Her pussy's fucking pushing me out." "Make her cum first," George orders, taking another fistful of hair. "Need to feel her moans." He pushes your legs apart once more, giving Fred a deeper angle into you. You grind your ass into him, allowing him to bottom out within you. The pressure on your clit deepens and you push into it, moans already spilling filthily from your mouth. "Fuck, that's it," George groans, fucking your face sloppily.

You push deeper onto Fred's hand the same moment he slams you into him, filling you completely. The pressure snaps, your orgasm overtaking you. Your vision blacks as pleasure rips through you. "Shit, she's coming," Fred groans, pace quickening within you. Your pussy squeezes around him, desperate to be filled by him. "Fuck," was the only warning George gave before shooting his cum to the back of your throat, fingers still locked in your hair. Your fingers dug into his thighs as you swallowed and licked the tip of his cock clean. "That's it, princess. I've got you," he praised, pulling you off of his cock and onto his chest. "Taking us so good. Just need to make Freddie cum now." "Shit, I'm close," Fred hissed through clenched teeth. "Flip her over. Need to see her when I cum." George obliged, easily flipping you onto your back. You leaned against him as he peppered kisses over your warmed skin. "Hey, pretty girl," Fred smiled, already sunk back into you. You smiled back at him, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "She's gonna cum again," he said, pulling you further against him.

George pushed your head over, opening up your neck to him. He kissed and sucked and bit exactly where you needed him, pulling a new string of need that Fred immediately fucked out. Your back arched against George, who pulled you right back to him. "You're not going anywhere. Gonna cum again."

Fred pulled his finger away from your clit, causing you to whine. "It's okay, you'll like this even better," he smiled wickedly before whispering a wandless charm. When he pressed his finger back to your clit, it was vibrating faintly. "Holy shit," you gasped, pushing harder into him. Your pleasure was building again, and you needed him. Needed both of them. "Touch me," you begged George, looking deeply into his eyes. "Where?" he asked, eyes softening. "Everywhere," you begged, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, positioning himself over your body. His left hand cradled your head while the other ran trails up and down the rest of you. "Good girl," Fred praised, pushing deeper into you. "Cum for me, baby."

The band of tension in your core snapped, every nerve in your body feeling its electricity. You tried to curl up within yourself, but both your soulmates held you firm. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Fred cursed, your orgasm drawing out his own. He pulled his hand away, removing the charm before pulling you against him. For a while, you sat like that, wedged tightly between both of them, with Fred still inside you. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. You'd thought you felt whole with each of them, but it was nothing like this. This was what everyone meant when they said it was just different with your soulmate. You could've spent the rest of eternity trapped within their embrace.

When Fred finally pulled out of you and the three of you fell against the mattress, they still refused to let you go. You fell asleep in the arms of them both - sated and so fucking happy.

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(A/N: I had planned for this to be the last part, but now I need to write the rest of the family meeting the twins' soulmate. So stay tuned for part 7, hehe)

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Golden Pt. 5 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi everyone! Thank you for all the support on the last few chapters. I have really enjoyed writing this fanfic, and I hope y'all like reading it. This is probably my favorite one yet. Enjoy!

Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

George had decided that he would, in fact, be joining you in Hogsmeade. He wasted no time in getting ready, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with his twin for any longer. For someone who didn't care about you, he sure was fucking jealous.

Leaving the shop hit you with the truth of reality like a brick to the chest. Diagon Alley was desolate and destroyed, the shop one of the only businesses still in operation. You clung to Fred. "He's growing stronger, isn't he?" you asked, though even you knew it wasn't a question so much as a statement. Fred leaned down to kiss your temple. "I'm afraid so. But nothing will happen to you while you're with us." "With Fred, at least," George smirked, moving to the front of the charge. "I'm more of an every man for himself type of guy." Fred rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He laced his fingers into yours and for a moment, your heart stopped beating. A coy smile took its place on your lips as you looked up to find a matching one on his.

"So what all do we need in Hogsmeade?" you finally asked as you walked to the edge of Diagon Alley. A group of wizards had set up an anti-apparition barrier within the streets of the town, hoping to increase its protection against Dark Magic. The borders were patrolled, which did a little to ease your anxiety.

"As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I think it's time you get some of your own," Fred laughs, his words bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I have also decided to turn our office into a temporary bedroom for you, until you feel more comfortable in ours."

Your heart jumped again. Every so often, ,you would forget that these two were your soulmates, not just a new relationship. Eventually you would all share a bedroom, and a bed, and a life. Your future was as intertwined as your fingers. George finally looked back at the two of you, glancing for only a moment at your hands, then back ahead of him.

"We're at the edge," he said firmly. "I'll apparate us." He reached out one hand to his brother, then one to you. The same pulse of energy ran through you as you touched. You were completely wrapped around the finger of the two, and unsure if it was exciting or terrifying.

The village of Hogsmeade was still as beautiful as it had always been. Since it was an inhabited city of wizards, it was harder to vandalize unnoticed.

"I'll go get the bedroom furniture," George said, immediately dropping your hand. He was gone before anyone could protest. Fred barely noticed, taking a moment to pull you into him, kissing your forehead lightly. "Let's go get you some clothes, love."

Fred made sure you had clothes for every occasion, but your eyes always drifted to the dresses on the racks. He insisted that you needed every one you tried on, eyes raking your body with each new fabric. He even went so far as to outfit you with a slinky silk nightdress that he had adored. If it hadn't fallen slightly past your bum, he would've insisted you go home in it. Instead, he picked out a soft red sundress for you to wear the rest of the day. By the time you were finished, Fred's hands were full of bags, and George was waiting outside.

"Did the princess do some damage in there?" George asked with a smirk. Your own face dropped at his use of your nickname - the one he had only used as his hands had fucked you. "She wouldn't have needed so much if we hadn't basically kidnapped her," Fred laughed. "Where's all the shit you were supposed to get?" "Delivered and assembled," he smiled. "I go above and beyond, dear brother." Fred rolled his eyes. "Let me drop this off and we can grab dinner at the Three Broomsticks. Could you two get us a table without killing each other?" You smiled. "I think we can manage." You placed a kiss on Fred's cheek before he apparated away.

"How long are you going to wait to tell him that I've been inside of you?" You groaned. "I don't know, George. You'll be happy to know you've put me in quite the fucking predicament. So I'm sure you're bloody elated." "He can't be too mad, considering you're fucking him, too." All of the color drained from your face as you stopped in your tracks. You took a moment to regain your composure. "I am. He's my soulmate and he's fucking nice to me." You took a step closer to George. "I would do anything for him." George took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I didn't even have to be nice to get you to open your legs." You spun to slap him, but he caught your hand, holding it tightly within his grasp. "No need for violence, princess. Unless that's what you like."

Upon arriving at the Three Broomsticks, the two of you took a booth at the back of the restaurant, George slipping in beside of you. "You really have to sit next to me?" you asked. "Unfortunately. The only thing worse than sitting next to you is sitting across from you and having to look into your eyes the whole evening. I'll leave Fred that torture." "Fred actually likes me, George. Even though you seem hellbent on stopping him from doing so." "It takes two to tango, sweetheart. You know as well as I do that you wanted last night to happen. Probably can't wait for it to happen again." "You're the one who came onto me. You wanted it as much as I did."

George shifted in his seat to look you straight in the eye. As he did, he snaked his hand under your dress and up the middle of your thighs, only stopping at your core. You squirmed from his touch, but his thumb found its way to your clit and his index to your already soaking entrance. He leaned in to your ear, using his free hand to push back your hair. "Like I said, seems like you can't wait for it to happen again." You pushed him off of you, face only reddening as he took his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. "Mm, sweet as honey, princess."

"What is?" Fred asked, sliding across from the two of you. "George what the hell did you do to her?" he added upon seeing your reddened face. "I didn't do anything, Freddie. The poor thing is just embarrassed she's never had Butterbeer." "Never?" Fred asked. You shook your head - a lie, but it would do. "Didn't think I'd like it."

Fred immediately jumped into action, ordering a round of Butterbeer to go with your meals. Hopefully you feigned surprise well when you tasted it for the 'first time'. Fred seemed to buy it, at least. George tried to ignore you the entire evening.

He was successful until you arrived home. "Let me show you your bedroom," he called, not checking to see if you were following before he started walking away. Your bedroom was on the first floor of the shop, nestled cozily in the back. Though the room wasn't very big, George had managed to fit a bed, dresser, and desk into the space. Fred had already spelled your clothes away, filling in the new dresser. "This is incredible. Thank -" you turned to thank George, but he was already gone. Your blood grew hot - he was not going to humiliate you and then ignore you for the rest of the evening. He was going to fucking pay.

At the very top of one of your drawers held the black silk dress. You quickly stripped into nothing but the nightdress, letting your hair fall loose on your shoulders to accompany it. It was beautiful, and you needed to thank Fred for getting it for you.

You didn't bother with a robe or slippers as you ascended the staircase to the twins' room. You knocked on the already opened doorframe, grabbing the attention of Fred first. "Holy shit," he murmured, taking in your body like he was seeing it for the first time. You entered their room, noting George's agape mouth as you moved. "I just wanted to thank you both for putting my room together. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have you," you said, smiling at Fred.

"I'm the lucky one," Fred murmured, fingers slipping up and down your frame. "You're so fucking beautiful." You kissed him tenderly, heart melting at his words. "I love you, Fred," you whispered, words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

George pulled the two of you apart. "All right, get the fuck out of here and go to bed." "What the fuck, George?" Fred asked. "She's clearly drunk, Fred! She needs to go the fuck to bed." "No, I'm not!" you protested. "I had like two Butterbeers." "Apparently, you're a lightweight, then." You looked at Fred to back you up, but his face was downturned. "Your face is super flushed, love. Maybe you should get some rest." "I'll make sure she gets downstairs, then she's on her own. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us and I need a fucking shower." "Goodnight, love," Fred called. "Goodnight, Fred," you frowned. "I do love you." His expression didn't change.

As soon as you were in your room, George locked the door behind you and cast a silencing spell on the room. "I am not drunk, George. What the hell is wrong with you?" "What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You clearly came up there to try and seduce me. And then you tell Fred you fucking love him? He is not a tool to fucking abuse."

You threw a pillow at him, which he wordlessly deflected. "Not everything is about you!" you yell. "I do love him! More than anything," you voice quiets with each word. You draw in a shaky breath as you lower onto the bed.

George walks over to you, holding your chin in his hands. His eyes glare daggers into yours. "I don't believe you." Your gaze doesn't break. "I don't need you to." "I'll tell him. Everything." "And what is 'everything', exactly? That you fingered me? That you want to fuck me? That you need me as much as I need you?" His grip tightened, pulling you to your feet. "I do not need you. I don't even fucking want you."

In one swift motion, you reversed your spots, pushing George onto the bed. He stared up at you as you held your fingertips to his chest, holding him in place. "For someone who doesn't want me, you seem to spend a lot of time inside of me." He laughed. "Because you're fucking easy. It didn't even take a full day to get with you. It didn't take two before you were with both of us."

You pushed him back farther onto the bed, straddling him. "I think you're the easy one, Georgie. If I was so easy, I would've made you cum instead of your brother." "Fuck you," he snarls, grabbing a handful of your hair. "If you'd like," you retort, grinding your already wet cunt against him. He's clearly hard underneath of you, despite the layers of clothing separating him from you. "Fucking slut," he groans, wrapping an arm around your back to support your position. "I'll stop if you want me to," you repeat his own words back to him. "But I don't think you want me to."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I need you right fucking now." His nails dug through your slinky dress and into the skin underneath, pulling you as close to him as he could. "Thought you didn't want me, Georgie? Now you need me?" you mocked, slowing your hips to almost a stop. George brought his hands to your hips, moving you against him once more. Your core ignited, but you held your moans.

George did not hold his. His teeth sank into your neck, leaving bite marks and kisses from your hairline to your clavicle. When he bit into your earlobe, your first moan escaped your lips. "There you go, baby girl, let it out." His fingers moved from your waist to your cunt, tracing your entrance. "So wet for me already," he laughed. His lips returned to your ear. "Let me take care of you."

You slowed to a stop once more, taking in the labored breathing and flushed face of the man before you. "What happened to every man for himself?" You leaned into his neck, whispering in his ear. "I'm not letting someone fuck me who wouldn't protect me from a Death Eater."

His face grows hard as you stand from him. Before you can exit the room, he pulls you onto the bed, pinning your hands. On instinct, your legs kick at him with all your might, causing him to straddle you to restrain you. "You don't have to fuck me, princess. But, you will know that I would protect you with my last fucking breath. I would lay down my life to save yours. So you can go to Fred to satisfy your needs, but you will not go under the impression that I would ever betray you."

After a moment, he frees your hands, which immediately latch onto his shoulders and pull him into you. For the first time, your lips meet, starving for touch. George can't get close enough to you, holding you by the waist and hair, locking your body against his. You begin reaching for the seam of his jeans, but he grabs your wrists with one hand and holds them over your head, using the other to hold open your legs as he sinks into your pussy. A moan rips through you as he licks stripes up and down your core, taking particular interest in your clit. He moans as he devours you, eliciting another string of moans and curses from your lips.

You cry out when he pulls away, devastatingly close to orgasm. "You taste so good, baby girl, but I need to feel you cum on my cock. Do you want that?" You nod, but he shakes his head. "I need words, princess." "Yes, please." With a wave of his hand, the rest of his clothes were gone. Even though he had seen most of your body, you had seen none of his. You drank in the sight of him, memorizing every curve of his body like it was the last time you'd ever see it. He lined himself up at your entrance, the contact alone making you moan. "You ready?" he asks. "Please," you beg, your body aching for his.

He pushes in slow, a mixture of his moans and yours filling the room. "You feel so fucking good," he finally says once he's bottomed out. You smile up at him, too fucked to say any actual words. "So fucking beautiful with my cock in you, princess." He thrusts into you again, pulling moans from your mouth like a prayer. His pace quickens to a breakneck speed, bringing you right to the edge of orgasm once more. "I'm gonna-" you start, before a new wave of moans leave your lips as his thumb connects with your clit. "Cum, baby girl. Come for me."

Once again, his words send you over the edge, orgasm exploding through you like a bomb. Your moans turn into screams of his name as you ride out the orgasm. Your cunt spasms from the aftershock, drawing out George's orgasm, spilling himself into you. Without a word, he spells away his seed, leaving you empty of him. You groan at his absence, but he lays beside you and pulls you into his chest. You burrow deep into him, inhaling his scent. His fingers trail patterns on your back, leaving only goosebumps in their wake.

No one speaks for ages, and you were sure George was asleep before he whispers three words. "I love you."

Tears fill your eyes as guilt fills your heart. "I love you, too."

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Next Part - Part 6

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Golden Pt. 4 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Part 4 of Golden!! Thank you for all the love on part 3. This one is also some smut for you guys. Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

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You had barely stopped panting when Fred finally woke up. A smile immediately lit up his face when he looked at you. "Morning," he drew out, his morning voice deep and groggy. "Morning, Freddie," you smiled, hoping he didn't notice the deep blush you felt burning into your face. "Ugh", George groaned. "Can you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep."

You could seriously hex him. He had made you moan his name and marked your body as his and he got to pretend that he was just sleeping. But you knew he still tasted of you and by the feeling of himself pressed into you, he longed for more.

You would not give it to him.

Instead, you moved towards Fred and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips. He smiled into it. When you pulled away, his eyes set fondly on you. He placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead before standing. "I'm going to wash up. We can head to Hogsmeade after and get you some more comfortable clothes." "That sounds great," you smiled before watching him walk sleepily out of the door.

Guilt weighed down your chest as the door shut behind him. Fred had been nothing but doting from the moment he knew you were soulmates. Unlike his brother, you could even believe that he was happy to be your soulmate. "Aww, feeling bad he wasn't your first, princess?" George asked, still laying lazily in bed. Your cheeks reddened, though from anger or embarrassment you couldn't fully tell. "You're repulsive." He laughed, a deep full laugh. "You didn't think so a few hours ago."

Your jaw set as your stood, pushing yourself free from the entanglement of sheets around you. You would not put up with the taunts of George fucking Weasley.

The bathroom was just down the hallway. If the door had been locked, you might have just went back into the bedroom. But it wasn't locked. You turned the knob before you were even fully aware of the choice you were making.

"Can you give me a bloody minute, George?" Fred asked as you shut the door behind you. The bathroom had already filled with steam as Fred showered. "Not George," you spoke, voice smaller than you expected it to be. For a moment, all you could hear was the water pelting Fred's body. Then, he called out your name, his own voice in a state of shock.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing," you began to ramble. "I missed you and the door was unlocked and-" Then the water stopped and the towel hanging beside the shower was quickly pulled in. Your mouth was agape when he stepped out, only the towel covering his still wet body. "Did he do something to you?" "What-" "I feel like I can't apologize enough for him. You deserve better." His hand caressed your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock with his. He was so, so gentle. That was probably what you drop to your knees.

Your eyes didn't leave his as you gave the towel at his waist a gentle tug, fully exposing him. Your name graced his name once more, halfway between a hiss and a moan. "You don't have to do this just because I want it." You smiled up at him. "I want to, Freddie."

You took him into your hand first, though you didn't need to. He was hard in your hand, gentle moans already falling from his lips. "So good," he hummed as you moved around him. You could have happily watched him fall apart in your hand, but you wanted to taste him. A deep moan left his throat when you encased his tip in your lips, sucking it gently before encircling it with your tongue. "Fuck," he cursed beautifully, taking two handfuls of hair within his fist. He didn't push you to go faster or deeper, blissfully content with the way your mouth was starting to move up and down his cock. You were only able to take him halfway within your mouth comfortably, but would push him to the back of your throat every few strokes, wanting to feel his fullness.

He was a moaning, praising mess when you did. His cries did nothing to help tame your own desire, pushing you to take him deeper and faster each time. Each moan added to the pit in your stomach and your desire to let him take you right there on the bathroom floor. "I'm going to come," he warned you suddenly, fists tight in your hair. You didn't pull away, his words only causing you to go deeper. When you hit the base of his cock, it twitched fiercely, emptying his cum into the back of your throat.

You had barely swallowed when Fred pulled you to your feet, wrapping himself around you. You relaxed into his touch, burrowing your head into his shoulder, still wet from his shower. "Can I clean you up?" he asked softly. You only nodded, body suddenly spent.

Fred didn't bother turning the shower handle, opting instead to cast a wandless hex on the showerhead to dispense perfectly heated water. He did the same to remove your clothes. You let out a satisfied hum as you stepped into the hot water. Fred wordlessly worked shampoo through your hair, then conditioner. He left kisses down your body as the water washed the bubbles out. He called you beautiful every time he came up for air. He then applied soap to every inch of your body as he watched your blissed out smile.

Once he was finished, he just looked at you, a blissful smile making him even more beautiful than before. "You're perfect," he said, not an ounce of embarrassment in his words. You blushed fiercely. "I'm not." "You are. And I will hear no arguments."

He rushed to get you a change of clothes as you dried, returning with a new pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. When you returned to the bedroom you tried to ignore the look of shock when George noticed your wet hair.

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Future Parts: Part 5

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Golden Pt. 3 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi guys! This is Part 3 of Golden! I did want to put a warning up here that this fic is 18+ (minors dni). There will be smut beneath the cut. You've been warned. ;)

Part One

Part Two

For a moment you didn't know where you were.

Your eyes focused on Fred's sleeping face. It was soft and you could almost see a slight smile pulling at his lips. You almost reached out to touch him before an arm wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against them.

Oh, you thought, the other Weasley. In his sleep, he wasn't nearly as much of an arsehole. He now held your body taught against his, enclosing you in with an arm tightly around your chest and stomach. Exactly where your mark hid under your chunky sweater.

You jump when his fingers drag from your waist to the hemline of your sweater. His fingers brush against your stomach before he works his slender digits higher, resting on the valley of your chest. Your heartbeat refuses to slow as George readjusts his body behind you, drawing you even closer. "And I thought you didn't want me to be your soulmate, princess," he whispers, mouth grazing your ear. "You're the one who pulled me over," you retorted, eyes locked on his twin who was sleeping only inches away from the two of you. "But you're the one with the racing heart." You didn't even need to see his face to know he was smirking. "You don't like it there, sweetheart? Where do you want it?" "Not in my shirt," you hissed. "Your brother is right bloody there."

He hummed behind you, his chest vibrating against you. His hand lowered from your shirt, onto the hem of your sweats. "This better, princess?" You gasped, but George's other hand flew to cover your mouth. Fred stirred slightly, but didn't wake. "You've got to be quiet now, or you'll wake up poor Freddie. Poor thing won't know what to think if he wakes up to you moaning my name."

His other hand slowly started wandering down. "And I'll stop if you want me to, of course," he added once he made it to the base of your hips. "But I don't think you want me to. Do you, darling?" After a moment, you shook your head. "Thought not," he smirked.

His hand traveled farther done and he gasped softly. "No knickers? You just knew one of us would end up inside of you, didn't you, princess?" Your cheeks burned under his hand and suddenly you felt very exposed, with Fred asleep beside you and his brother's hand down your sweats. You fidget within his grasp, which he promptly noticed. "Aw, don't get embarrassed now sweetheart." His fingers rub back and forth over your sex, getting you embarrassingly wet. "You can be embarrassed when you wake up your other soulmate."

Without warning, his fingers sunk into your cunt, masterfully curling to hit your most sensitive areas as they went in and out, all at a breakneck speed that left you breathless. His other hand pulled your face to the side, exposing your neck to him. Without slowing the speed of his fingers, he began leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, along with what you assumed would be a mess of hickeys. When his kisses turned into a sharp bite right below your ear, your breathless pants turned into actual moans, which he quickly silenced. His hand drew tighter over your mouth, nails digging crescents into your cheek.

"Fred's hands may never hurt you, but you'll be begging for mine to," he hissed, somehow quickening the speed of his fingers pumping into you. His words bring you right to the edge, a mess within his hands. "Getting close, sweetheart?" he asks, keenly aware that you're about to snap. You nod, vision starting to blur. He then repositions slightly, allowing his thumb to rub quick circles over your clit. You would have been writhing from the touch if you weren't within his clutch. It was becoming too much. The edges of your vision went back and goosebumps covered your skin. "Come for me, princess," he whispered in your ear. And then you were coming apart in his hands, cunt squeezing down on his fingers as you tried to force your legs together from the pleasure. You couldn't stop the moans that left your mouth, hopefully muffled by the hand still covering your mouth.

"'Atta girl," he whispered as you came down from your high. "That's a good girl." Your head was foggy from your orgasm and his words were not helping. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He was propped above you now, allowing you to look up at him. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking them dry. "Mm," he moaned, before looking down at you. "I guess this'll be our little secret, right princess?"

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Next in the series: Part Four, Part Five

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Golden Pt. 2 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Thank you for all the love on part one. I genuinely love this AU and hope you all do too. <3

Other Parts: Part One

Your eyes flickered between the two Weasley boys, refusing to accept that you could have two soulmates - even though they were looking you straight in the face. "This is a joke, right?" you finally ask. "I don't think anyone could pull off a joke like this," Fred spoke, gently placing his palm back to the matching spot on your cheekbone. "Even us," George laughed. "And why would we? No one dreams of half a soulmate." You don't know why, but your heart aches at his words. "I didn't dream of having you as my soulmate, either," you retort, pulling away from both Weasleys. "Is that so, sweetheart?" He takes a step closer, smirking. "Because the rouge of your cheeks says otherwise."

"Back off her, George," Fred commands, pulling the two of you apart. "We have to get out of here now or Umbridge will kill us. Like actually kill us." "Alright, soulmate. You coming with us or not?" George asks. "Like she's going to go anywhere with us now, George," Fred scoffs. "You're a total-" "I'm in," you say, cutting him off.

Fred pulled you out of the broom closet before you could change your mind. He held onto your hand as the three of you ran through the halls, avoiding the blasts of light above you. Suddenly, curses mixed into the light of the fireworks. You risked a quick look back and saw Umbridge and the rest of her cult following you. "Shit!" you yelled, ducking from a bright red ray of light.

"Accio!" both twins yelled, and after a moment a broom hit each of their hands. They mounted the brooms, Fred pulling you right behind him. You clutch him closely while shooting a string of spells behind you at Umbridge. With a final toss of fireworks, you're gone - Hogwarts far behind.

It was no time before you landed down in Diagon Alley. "What are we doing here?" you ask. The town was a graveyard - each shop having been closed for what seemed to be months.

"Alohamora," George whispered, cracking open a door to a building near the end of the lot. "You are looking at the start of our joke shop - name still pending." "And our home for the next few days. If we told our mum we were leaving Hogwarts for good she would drag us straight back. So we have to wait her out here," Fred adds.

After spelling on the lights, George leads you in. The place was nowhere near finished, but you could see the bones of the operation. Half-finished products were strewn over the ground, haphazard notes that only they could read near each one. "This is really cool," you smile.

"I would advise you not to touch anything. There's a method to our madness and I really don't want you to accidentally blow yourself up," George says. You nod. "No touching. Got it." "Come on, bedroom's this way," Fred leads. You wish you could stop the heat from rising to your face, but George sees it immediately, smirking to himself. You ignore him, following Fred closely up the stairs.

"We didn't really prepare for guests," he admits, rubbing the nape of his neck. You enter the bedroom to find two beds on either side of the wall, an simple dresser by each one. And that was it. Not even a couch. The room was just sad. You laughed, "I can tell. If you can spare a pillow I'll sleep in the corner. It'll be cozy." "You are not sleeping on the floor," both twins immediately protested. "No way we're letting any guest sleep on the ground, let alone our soulmate," George scoffs.

"You'll have my bed tonight. We'll figure something else out by tomorrow," Fred adds.

You protested, of course, but the two fought back harder. You finally just gave in, heading towards the bed. You finally take off your cloak, aching to get out of your whole uniform, but knowing you would have to wait until tomorrow to get anything remotely comfortable to wear.

Fred immediately picks up on your discomfort. "You can wear these tonight," he says, pulling a sweater out of his dresser, then a pair of joggers. You retreat to the bathroom to pull on the clothes, and as you do you notice the golden F stitched into the sweater. You smile as the rub the end of the sleeve between your fingers.

The twins had changed out of their robes by the time you returned. George had already gone to bed, and Fred was waiting for you on his. You sat down beside him, finally taking a moment to rest after the insanity of the day. "Thank you for this," you said, nodding down to your sweater. "And for bringing me with you, and letting me sleep on your bed, and for not meeting me in the way I always feared you would."

Fred brings his hand to your face, holding you from your jaw to your ear, just as he had when you fell. "I don't think my hands could ever hurt you." He spoke the words quietly, but they filled your entire head. When you looked at him, you felt dizzy. It was all too much - his kindness, his brother's apprehension, the fact that they were both your soulmates. Was that even possible? In all your years you'd never heard of a person having two soulmates, let alone at the same time. But there they were. There he was, staring down at you with the kindest eyes you'd ever seen on a man.

"Can I kiss you?" Fred asked. His cheeks rouged as he asked, and yours followed. You couldn't speak, so you just nodded. And then the hand that had settled onto your skin, like it belonged there, pulled you into him. His lips were soft against yours, moving as slowly as a person possibly could. Still, his touch was electric and the shockwaves surged through you.

Your heart lurched in it's chest when he pulled away from you. "Goodnight," he smiled, pushing himself off of his bed. You quickly grabbed his hand, halting him. "Stay." Fortunately, he didn't require much convincing. He let you become comfortable before sliding into bed behind you, wrapping one hand around your waist.

"Merlin," George huffed, causing both of you to jump. "The two of you cannot fit comfortably on that bed. With a quick flick of his hand, his bed pushed against his brothers, the sheets melding together. You yelped as strong hands pulled you up from the outside of the bed and plopped you back down right in the middle. "I will not be cuddled by Fred in my sleep again. I trust you to keep your distance."

"With all due respect, Georgie. You are the last person I would want to cuddle in this room," Fred shot back, wrapping a protective arm around you. "I would sure hope so," he rolled his eyes, finally lowering himself into bed beside you. He didn't bother to face the other direction, instead studying your face. Against your will, you blushed once more - which only caused him to smirk. "Sweet dreams, princess," he teased.

"Sweet dreams, Georgie," you smiled back, finally causing his cheeks to burn.

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Author's Note: I'm thinking about making this a series. Let me know what you all think. And if I do make it a series - would y'all want smut or no?

Next in the series: Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

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I write for pretty much all Harry Potter characters! If you want to check out my previous works for different characters, check out my Masterlist!

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Would you do one where a shy hufflepuff is Fred and George’s soulmate? Maybe they are connected somehow like a song or marks or something and it takes them a while to find her because she’s so reserved but they end up bumping into her and finding out?

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Golden - Weasley Twins x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Request: Would you do one where a shy Hufflepuff is Fred and George’s soulmate? Maybe they are connected somehow like a song or marks or something and it takes them a while to find her because she’s so reserved but they end up bumping into her and finding out?

It was common knowledge within the wizarding world that the age of twelve was the most common to find your soulmate. You weren't sure why twelve was the magic number, but you were never the type to question to origins of magic. What you were sure of that twelve passed by with no soulmate to speak of, then thirteen, and then fourteen. It was in your fourteenth year of life that you had given up the notion of having a soulmate altogether. Your parents had found each other even before going to Hogwarts and you had now been lapped by your younger sibling who had matched their first year.

Your parents marks glowed golden on their pinkies - a lifelong reminder of the most important pinkie promise they ever made. Your brother's soulmark was a simple streak on his shoulder from where he brushed against his soulmate waiting on the sorting ceremony.

Before you first touched your soulmate, the mark on your skin was just a dark patch. Muggles that fell in love with wizards or witches often just mistook the patch for a birthmark. The marks on your skin, however, could never be mistaken for anything but a soulmark. You had two marks that were completely separate from the other. The first was a line around your waist and the second a handprint from mouth to ear. The line on the waist could always be a hug from behind. It was easy enough to believe. But the hand print? You tried to keep the worst out of your mind.

It had been four years since you had given up on your soulmate. Exams were just around the corner and then you were out. You were quite tempted to just move into the muggle world and never have to deal with the concept of a soulmate again. You'd marry someone who, even though they weren't your soulmate, treated you well. And wouldn't that be enough in the end?

With that thought in your mind, you turned in your final examination to Professor Umbridge, who you were quite sure never even got a soulmark as it seemed impossible that anyone could love her. A huge wave of relief washed over you as you exited the Great Hall and, just for a moment, you allowed your eyes to close and a deep breath to escape your lungs. It was over.

Your moment was short lived as a chorus of "Get down!" rang out behind you, before a set of arms wrapped around you, yanking you to the ground. Your body slammed against the rough ground, but your head was caught before it hit by another set of hands. Still, your heart raced as you tried to catch your breath.

"Shit," one of the voices said - the one with his arms around you. He transitioned from holding onto you to rubbing your back. "We are so so sorry." "We let out fireworks. Thought the coast was clear but obviously we were wrong," the other voice said, hand still supporting your face. "Here, let us help you up," he offered. You had barely made it upright when the boy in front of you began to scowl. "Fuck, Umbridge," he seethed. "I'm sorry but we have to go."

Instead of leaving you, the boy pulled you along. The other tailing closely behind. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Unfortunately, you're an accomplice now and we're about to be caught." "Accomplice? I just met you!" "Yeah? Explain that to Umbridge over a hot cup of tea and a puddle of blood. You should be thanking me!"

It wasn't until you made what felt like four laps around the castle before you quit running. You didn't even know where you were and you had been attending Hogwarts for seven years. All you know was that you were in a tiny broom closet with two boys you just met. "Lumos," one of the boys spoke, and you finally got a good look at their faces. You rolled your eyes. You should have known it was the Weasley twins. You had never really met the two but the entire school knew of the mischief they caused. It had been far too easy for you to steer clear of them up to this point. "Fred," the twin on the left, George, asked quietly. Fred was looking down at his hand, then up to you. In the dim light you could barely notice the golden glow that now shone on his hand. "It's you," he spoke gently. "What do you mean?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Hesitantly, Fred reached his hand up to your face, placing it where it had been only moments ago. "You're golden," he smiled.

"My whole life I was wondering how I would get those marks," I laughed. "I always feared the worst, just because of where they are. Did you feel the same way?" He shook his head. "I always just assumed it would be a handshake." You rolled your eyes. "A handshake wouldn't give you this, though." You pulled up the other sleeve of his robes - nothing. No mark whatsoever adorned him. "That doesn't make any sense." When your eyes rose up to meet Fred's, he was looking beside you, at his twin, whose forearm revealed the missing piece of the puzzle. He, too, glowed gold.

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Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

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MASTERLIST

Harry Potter

I’m Okay - You’re Draco’s sister and you’re dating Harry. When the two of them duel, you’re caught in the middle. 

Dead - You’re Harry’s wife and believe him to be dead at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Patronus -  While trying to make a patronus, you can’t conjure up a strong enough memory. Harry has an idea that might help. 

So I’ve Heard - You’re a transfer student to Hogwarts and have no clue who Harry Potter is or why everyone is obsessed with him. 

Nightmare - Harry comforts you when you’re unable to sleep. 

Fred Weasley

Christmas - Christmas with Fred

She’s a Keeper - You are very shy and surprise everyone when you’re great at Quidditch. 

Distraction - You get in trouble for kissing Fred, and he gets protective. 

Love - A fluffy argument leading to Fred declaring his love for you. 

Jealous - Jealous Fred

Jealous - Jealous Fred #2!

I Told You So - Fred comes to your rescue and quickly falls in love with you. 

Safe - You attend Bill and Fleur’s wedding and stay by Fred’s side when all chaos breaks out. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort.

Right Here - After Umbridge punishes your for protecting Sirius, your father, Fred calms you down. 

Panic Attack - You have a panic attack and Fred comforts you. 

Long Enough - You and Fred confess your love on Christmas!!

Bludgers - Fred has a huge crush on you and can’t help but protect you. 

Break Her Nose! - After being abducted after the 7 Harry’s, you promise yourself that you are going to break Bellatrix’s nose. 

Close - You feel like it’s your fault that the team lost, Fred comforts you. 

New Year’s Eve - A short New Year’s Eve fluff

Hate - You hear the opposite of whatever Fred says and angst ensues. Hufflepuff reader :)

Oblivious - You are oblivious to flirting. This, of course, isn’t a problem until you realize that both Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy have been flirting with you. 

You Left Me - You’re hurt when the twins leave Hogwarts without telling you - even more so when you realize you’re pregnant. 

Hair Dye - Fred pranks you by replacing your shampoo with hair dye. He doesn’t care for the attention the new color brings you. 

Home for Christmas - A fluff-filled Christmas Fred fic

Love Letters - A love letter Fred wrote for the reader when his future becomes uncertain. 

George Weasley

Loss - After the war, you return home to find your pet has passed. 

Gone - You were dating Cedric and didn’t allow yourself to mourn. George helps you let out your feelings. 

This Christmas - You’ve been dating George for a while, so when Christmas rolls around you spend it with his family. 

Saint-like - During the 7 Harry’s, you wait at the Burrow for George to return home. 

My Fault - You ride with George during the 7 Harry’s and take all the blame when he gets injured. 

Blood Purity - When Umbridge catches you and George flirting, she puts him in detention. 

Walk-Ins NOT Welcome - Harry walks in on one of your make-out sessions. 

Guessing - After it gets out that you have a crush on a Weasley, Ron won’t stop guessing until he gets it right. 

Duel - After a duel with the Slytherins, you check up on your protective boyfriend. 

Shy - You’re very shy and when George notices people being rude to you, he makes himself your personal body guard. 

Mama Ain’t Raise No Quitter - Protective! Fred and George come to your rescue after Slytherins get a little too close for comfort. 

I’ll Walk You Home - After you miss the rest of the students return to the school, only you and George are left in Hogsmeade. 

Christmas - Christmas just isn’t the same without Fred. 

Date - You’re constantly turning George down, but when he turns his attention to another girl, you realize that maybe you do like him. 

Too Much to Handle - George is too shy to approach you, but after finding you locked out of your common room he has the perfect opportunity. 

Christmas at the Weasleys - You spend your first Christmas with George and notice that he seems like keeping you around a long time. 

Draco Malfoy

Slytherin? - You are Ron’s twin and fully expect to be in Gryffindor. When you are sorted into Slytherin, an enemy may become a friend. 

Marry Me? - Draco gets hurt in a Quidditch game and you spend the day taking care of him. 

Unsafe - Draco may love you, but with the upcoming war and Voldemort’s eyes on him, it’s unsafe to admit it. 

Let’s Hope So - After denying feelings for each other, you both realize there may be something there. 

Virtues - After Draco sees Slytherins treating you bad, he comes to your rescue. 

Secret Santa - You and Draco get each other for Secret Santa and find it isn’t as easy as you hoped. 

Blood Traitor - During a heated argument Draco calls you the worst thing he can - a blood traitor. 

I’m Sorry - You were raised in the same situation as Draco and are expected to marry. You slowly fall in love, but after finding a note it appears that the love is one sided. 

Not Your Fault - After Draco gets hurt in a dual, you tend his wounds. But, you find more than wounds on his arms. 

Christmas - You love decorating the common room and all things Christmas, and Draco can’t help the pull he feels to you. 

Worry - Draco is protective of Hufflepuff!Reader 

Rival - You grew up in Pansy’s shadow, but Draco isn’t interested in her. He’s interested in you. 

Love and War - At the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, all Draco can think about is you. 

Nightmare - Draco is the only person who can calm you after a nightmare. 

Banished - After suggesting that he make up with his arch nemesis, Draco has the nerve to banish you from your own bed. 

Hesitant - After the war, you are weary of Draco. But, you find out he isn’t as bad as he appeared to be. 

Strong - You try to comfort Draco, but first he has to tell you what’s wrong. 

Oblivious - You are oblivious to flirting. This, of course, isn’t a problem until you realize that both Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy have been flirting with you.

Boggart - Draco’s biggest fear is you hurt. 

Where Were You - Draco wasn’t there when you needed him most. 

Ron Weasley

Family - You’re Draco’s sister and Ron’s girlfriend. Your parents don’t react too strongly to your date. 

Just a Dance - Fred and George know about your crush on Ron and make it their personal mission to set you up. 

Now That’s a Game - Draco knocks you off your broom during Quidditch and Ron immediately comes to your defense. 

Amortentia - After realizing you love Ron and he loves you, Hermione sets you up. 

Stargazing - A fluffy trip to the astronomy tower with Ron

Ginny Weasley

Don’t Mention It - You’re Ginny’s best friend and find her snogging Harry in the middle of a war. 

Hers - Your Ginny’s, and hers alone. 

Charlie Weasley

Christmas in the Burrow - Charlie invites you to the Burrow with him when he realizes you stay at Hogwarts. 

Romania - “Here’s my dreams and you’re with me!”

Anywhere - You’re a healer at St. Mungo’s who specializes in dragon-related injuries. 

Marry Me - You’re marrying Charlie Weasley, and of course his family goes all out. 

Mistletoe - Christmas pranks that end with you kissing your best friend. 

Hermione Granger

Kiss Me - Hermione has never been kissed, but you are going to change that. 

Pansy Parkinson

Unbreakable Vow - With the war over, you can finally marry your love. 

Neville Longbottom

I Love You - You and Neville go to the Yule Ball, and he says he loves you. 

Father - You and Neville have a toddler and raise him at Hogwarts. Turns out, Neville is a wonderful Dad. 

Our Spot - A tree by the lake might be seen as mundane to most, but to you it held every memory you loved with Neville. 

Cedric Diggory

Family - Cedric lives! And he marries you and has a family!

Lazy Sunday - Part 2 to Family

Stay With Me (Part 1) (Part 2) - You begged Cedric not join the Triwizard Tournament, but he did. And he died. You, however, aren’t going to let that be the end. The solution? Time Travel. 

Pumpkin Juice - A sweet day with a sweet boy and kisses that taste of pumpkins. 

Oliver Wood

Quidditch - You’re basically the mom of the Quidditch team and are there to support Oliver during wins and unfortunate losses. 

Sirius Black

Brave and Mighty - Sirius never noticed you, until now. 

Too Young - At 20 years old, you are married to Sirius, godparent of a baby, and in the middle of the war. 

Loss - You and Sirius lose your baby. 

Class of 1978 - You’re Lily’s best friend and you have made it to graduation. 

Baby - You just found out you’re pregnant and have no idea how you’re going to tell Sirius. 

Bother - You are living with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. You both hate it there, but you have each other (and hopefully a sandwich).

Son - You had a son with Sirius, and he’s a carbon copy of his father. 

Apart - A touchy and jealous Sirius

Etch - With Death Eater parents, you’re expected to follow in the footsteps. When you are etched with the dark mark, Sirius comes to the rescue. 

Santa, Baby - With a ton of students stuck at Hogwarts, it’s up to you and the Marauders to give them a good Christmas. 

Animagus - Sometimes dogs are better conversationalists than people. 

Crucio - Harry’s vision was right. 

Remus Lupin

Untitled - Remus is the one bright light in your year. 

Mama - Remus lives and you raise Teddy together!

Not All Scars - You were raised by Remus and notice that he may be hurting more than any of you realize.

Potions - After an awful potions class, you find a helping hand - Professor Lupin (not romantic). 

Don’t Leave - Turns out the Marauders are awful at cheering you up. Except for Remus, that is. 

I Insist - Sirius gets sick, so you step in to help Remus during a full moon. 

Prefect (Part 1) (Part 2) - A flustered Remus confuses a flirty reader for a meandering student, when they are both on prefect rounds. 

James Potter

Just Like You - You slowly becomes more like James. 

First Time - You wake up after your first time with James and kind of regret it. 

Newt Scamander

Scars - When one of Newt’s creatures attacks him, you clean the wound and notice the scars he’s covered in. 

Nothing in that Case is Dangerous - You’re with Newt when he’s brought in to the Ministry. Newt does everything in his power to save you.

Accidentally, Of Course - Newt catches you as you’re changing clothes. Queenie reads your mind and realizes you may not have minded. 

Obliviate - Newt is ordered to wipe your memories, but he has other plans. 

New Additions - You’re pregnant!!!

Obscurus - You are Credence’s twin. Newt saves you and teaches Credence how to control his magic.

Christmas - Christmas with Newt

Letters - Newt misses you, but you keep in contact through letters. 

How Could I Forget? - You marry Newt, but you’re hit by a curse and lose your memory. 

Arranged Marriage - To merge the wizarding and muggle worlds, you’re in an arranged marriage to a prince. One that you do not want to be in. Thankfully, a familiar face comes to save you. 

Thanksgiving Day Parade - While searching for Newt’s creatures in America, you find yourself caught in the biggest parade of the year. 

Theseus Scamander

Together - You go to Theseus for comfort after a physical fight with your parents. 

Sleep - Sleep was hard to come by when death could be around any corner. Thankfully, Theseus is there to help. 

Updated: December 30, 2022

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My 2022 update of my masterlist! I hope you all enjoy <3

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Love Letters - Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I found your blog today and I absolutely LOVE your Fred fics. I was wondering if you could do a fem!reader where she is best friends with the trio and the weasleys. she goes to the burrow for the summer and she’s become absolutely gorgeous. the Weasley boys + harry realize they have to “protect” her at Hogwarts from gross guys, but Fred realizes that he is actually in love with her. maybe some yule ball jealousy?

(Author's Note - I'm trying something a little bit different with this fic. It reads as a love letter - Not sure how I feel about it yet)

My Dearest Love,

Sixth year was the year that everything changed. Ginny had grown attached to you during our fifth year, something we never would have expected, but will always be grateful for. You were George's friend first - the Gryffindor who was good at Quidditch and potions. That's how I knew you first. I still don't know how George didn't fall in love with you, but he didn't.

I did.

You spent the summer with us, at Ginny's request. No one was going to argue - you were loved by many in the Weasley household. Mum was probably your biggest fan. She would always coax you to help in the kitchen, under the guise of time constraints and her own kids not wanting to pitch in. (In reality, she had warned us weeks in advance to stay out and let you help). I assume she knew that one of us would fall in love with you. Maybe she already knew it was me.

When the Quidditch World Cup was under attack, you were my first thought. My heart didn't slow down until we were all safely home and I knew that you were safe. I knew then, I'd protect you from anything.

Starting with the guys.

The stares started as soon as we boarded the train. Now, they could have been staring at any of us, but we both know they were staring at you. You were gorgeous. Even worse, you were nice. Even the Slytherins couldn't resist you.

When the Yule Ball finally approached, I planned to ask you. I heard through the house gossip that you were already going with someone else - a seventh year even.

Every dance killed me inside a little bit.

Because there you were, smiling, as some other guy held you against him. Your fingers were in his hair and your eyes were locked on his. I wanted to be him more than anything. To have my hands graze your skin and to pull you closer to me. Because I knew, even then, that I loved you.

I'm still sorry I couldn't protect you from Umbridge. The day that you came into the common room, face splotchy from crying, was the first time I ever felt angry enough to kill. Whoever hurt you deserved to be hurt, far worse than whatever had been done to you.

I didn't hurt her, of course. How could I, when you begged me not to? I would do anything you asked of me, without even a second thought. You've always had that hold on me, and boy did you know it.

At some point, you grew feelings for me. I don't know what would cause someone so perfect to fall for me, but you did. Whenever my dad was hurt, you were there. You stayed by my side all break, bringing me peace only you could bring.

I asked you to be mine on Christmas.

You were stunning in your Weasley sweater, that just fit perfectly. I knew I couldn't live a life without you in it, nor did I want to. You said yes without hesitation.

Many might say we moved too fast, but I would beg to disagree. I had been yours long before you agreed to be mine. It only felt right to be yours completely and fully.

I don't know what the future holds. Voldemort's return is futile and I fear that the war will seep into our lives soon. If something were to happen to me, I want you to know that I love you more than anything and anyone. And I have for a while. You, my dear, have me wrapped completely around your finger.

And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

All my love,

Fred

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Crucio - Sirius Black x Reader

Prompt: Harry's vision was right. Trigger Warning: Abuse and torture

It was a cloudy Tuesday morning when Mundungus betrayed the Order. You were lying in bed, body curled precisely into the curves of Sirius's frame. Mornings were often slow, with Order business never taking place earlier than noon. The two of you probably would've stayed there another hour if you hadn't heard the crash coming from the kitchen. "What the hell is Tonks doing here so early?" Sirius groaned, clamoring to throw on clothing. You only shrugged, burrowing deeper into the covers. "Right, you just enjoy your lie in while I deal with the mess," he chipped. "Thank you, I think I will."

Not a moment after Sirius's foot left the last step his screams filled the air before quickly silencing. "Sirius Black," an unknown voice spoke, "how lucky we are to find you." You drew your wand and crept towards the stairwell, careful not to step on any of the squeaky floorboards. "He's not alone," the raspy voice of Kreacher called from behind you. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you turned to see his sick smile. Before you even had the chance to face your attacker, a spell hit you and the world turned black.

When your vision returned you were in a marble room, filled floor to ceiling with shelving - each possible space filled with a globe. "Sirius," you choked out, quickly noting your restraints. "Fret not," the voice called, "your husband is perfectly fine." The two appeared before you - Lucius Malfoy draped in a dark cloak and a sinister smile, and Sirius, bound and kicked to the floor. "For now, that is." "Please let us go," you pleaded. "We've done nothing wrong." "Now, now, Ms. Black, it isn't nice to beg," he taunted. "Someone aught to teach you some manners." Your jaw quivered as he raised his wand to Sirius's head. "It's okay," Sirius whispered, eyes looking only at you. "How pitiful," Lucius spat. Then his lips formed a single word. "Crucio."

Sirius writhed in pain, his eyes squeezed completely shut. "Stop it!" you begged, fighting your own restraints. "Please let him go." Lucius's arm dropped, temporarily releasing Sirius, who took in sharp breaths. "That was the preview," Lucius said shortly. "We can stop whenever you tell me what I want to know." Sirius's jaw set. "You'll have to kill me." "Gladly."

With another waive of his wand, the pain overtook Sirius. This time, he screamed. Nothing prepared you for the sound, horrifying and haunting. You ripped at your restraints, doing anything to get loose. "Let him go," you cried. "Curse me instead, just let him go."

Lucius delighted in this idea, immediately letting go of his control over Sirius. "Do you hear that, Black?" "Don't do it, Lucius. She doesn't even have the information you want." "Doesn't matter, does it?" The tip of his wand connected with your neck, pushing in slightly. "You'll crack even faster, hearing her scream." "If you so much as lay a finger on her, I'll kill you and your entire fucking family," Sirius spat. Lucius grabbed you by the hair and pulled you in front of Sirius, disregarding your cries of pain. "I'd say the same to you, but it seems you haven't any family left. Besides this one, who I fear shall be dead by nightfall." Under his breath, he murmured a curse you'd never heard of before. For a moment, you thought it didn't work. "Stop it," Sirius begged. Blood had soaked into his pants leg. You looked down and noticed cuts covering the entire surface of your exposed legs. Blood seeped out, painting your body red.

"Time is running out, Sirius," Lucius said. "She's losing far too much blood." "Don't tell him anything, Sirius," you ordered. You tried to make eye contact with him, but he'd started going fuzzy. "I'll be fine."

It was too much work to hold up your head, so you sunk to the cold floor. It was rather comfortable and sleep began to overtake you. You would have fallen asleep immediately if it hadn't been for the flash of lights. They flew across the room, until one finally landed beside you. Once the light faded, you saw Remus. "Merlin," he said before scooping you into his arms. "We need to get you out of here." "Take her to Molly," Sirius called. "I'm right behind you."

Remus held you tightly and a wave of relief washed over you. You melted into his scratchy tweed coat and finally let yourself rest.

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i was wondering if u could do a fred weasley x reader, were the reader is coming home with fred for christmas and hes just really excited like he wont shut up about it. just fred being all cute and flustered :)) thank uuuuu also i love ur writing

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Home for Christmas - Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I was wondering if u could do a Fred Weasley x reader, where the reader is coming home with Fred for Christmas and he's just really excited like he won't shut up about it. just Fred being all cute and flustered :)) thank uuuuu also I love ur writing

"Only one more day," Fred smiled before peppering kisses on your face. You giggled. "I had almost forgotten." "Really?" "I'm only joking, you remind me every single day." Fred sat down beside you in the Gryffindor common room, pulling your back against his chest. "I know, I'm just excited. It's our first Christmas together." You turned, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm excited, too."

The rest of the day went by fast, with Fred smiling dopily every time he looked at you. "One more night until I get to spend every moment with you." "Fred, we already do that." "I know, but this is different. I'll fall asleep holding the person I love more than everything every night. I'll wake up to your grumpy face," he teased. "First off, I am not grumpy," you said with a scowl that caused the ginger to burst into laughs. "And you really think your mom will let us stay together?" "Don't even worry about that, love. I'll sneak you to my room if I have to." You smile. "Goodnight, Fred." "Goodnight, my love. I'll see you in the morning." With one final kiss on the center of your forehead, you parted.

Everything was hectic the next day, with prefects coming in and out to rush you towards breakfast. Breakfast on the last day was always nontraditional, with tables being pushed together and houses intermixing. You sat beside Fred and Harry, who would also be joining you over break. Everyone was out of their robes and in muggle clothes, which gave you a sense of hominess that was sometimes missing in the massive castle.

Fred held your hand the entire morning, only letting go once it was time to take the luggage to the train, showing no struggle to carry both. He did the same as you exited the train, even though you insisted you could carry your own. "I don't doubt that you can carry it," he insisted. "I just think you shouldn't have to." You blushed fiercely as you made your way to the Weasley family. "Mom!" he exclaimed before pulling his mother into a hug.

After the rest of her children greeted her, she turned to you. "You must be Fred's girlfriend. I've heard so much about you," she exclaimed before pulling you into a loving hug. "Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Weasley." "No, thank you. I've never seen Fred so excited to be home." "I know!" you smiled. "He's been counting down the days for weeks."

The rest of the day flew by, finally ending with George sneaking you into his room. As you lay in his arms, you look into his eyes. "Why are you so excited for Christmas?" you ask him. For all the years you'd known him, he had never been so excited for holiday before. "This is my first Christmas with you. It's my first Christmas ever truly being home." Your eyes well with tears. "Fred Weasley, I've never met someone who feels more like home than you. Everything about you radiates a warmth only few are lucky enough to find in their lives." "My dear, that's exactly the way I feel about you."