i have daddy issues // also i CANNOT believe this username was available HAHA // call me mj // bi (but let’s be real i have high standards for men bc of fiction so i mostly date women)
i just mistyped "kreachers tale" as "kreachers take" and i cant stop imagining kreacher with a podcast like "whats up guys thanks for tuning in this episode is sponsored by weasleys wizard wheezes use my promo code REGLIVES for 20% off dungbombs"
Hi everyone. I know it’s been a LONG time since I updated Late Night Encounters and the New Girl Series, and they are still on hold until the semester ends. But I am excited to tell you all I will have a lot more time on my hands this summer and will be finishing those projects then :) Please feel free to keep me accountable by messaging me, I’m open to having conversations!! I like hearing from y’all.
Until then! I will be taking requests for one shots, short stories, imagines, etc. I will write for anyone in the HP universe, and I will write smut on the note that minors may not interact with these stories.
I’ve been on a big Charlie Weasley kick lately so let me know what you guys want! :-) Also, I’m going to the HP store in NYC soon and I’m so excited!!
A/N: It’s my birthday so I didn’t proofread this!! I’m sorry!!
Once again, Fred had a date. He woke up that morning and remembered every bit of what he had said, and stood by his words. He told Y/N he still wanted to see the ring on the table when he got home. He wanted her to think about it for at least 24 full hours before she made a decision.
Y/N and Fred had narrowly missed each other that morning. He was off running errands for the day and she had only just woken up. He was home for lunch and she was out with Hermione. Y/N felt her heart sink, feeling guilty for wanting to see him. Why guilt, though? She didn’t feel like she had a valid reason to feel guilty. After she got home from lunch Fred had already left for his date, so she fell asleep on the couch in the living room, figuring it was a good way to pass the time until she saw her new best friend again.
“Why was this on the kitchen table?” George asked, waking Y/N up out of her sweet, dreamless sleep on the couch. He was holding the ring.
“I can’t sleep with jewelry on.” She shrugged, getting up and going to grab the ring. He held it up higher. She almost laughed until she saw the look on his face.
“I’m serious.” She sighed heavily at this.
“I know, George.”
“You know what?” The audacity that men have.
“I know you’re sleeping with her again.”
“W-what?” He almost dropped the ring.
“I just don’t get it, George.”
“I w-wouldn’t do that again.”
“Except you are.”
“Why are you accusing me right now?”
“Because I’m not dumb! Just because I trust you doesn’t mean I’m dumb! I’m not naive. The first time, sure. This time, no! It’s the same as last time, but you thought I’d stay with you just because you proposed this time! Maybe I won’t, did you think about that? What if you get her pregnant? Did you just expect me to stay around and raise the kid? Or what if we both get pregnant, who are you leaving alone with their child?”
“So immediately after we got back to where we were.”
“Yes.”
“Why? What did I do? Why am I not enough for you?”
“Maybe if you--”
“Actually, no, fuck you. I’m enough for me. I’m enough for so many people. I gave you a second chance and you fucking blew it! I’ve done so much for you, for Fred, too!”
“I--” He sighed. He was speechless. It was the first time you’d really fully stood up for yourself. It was on him, he knew that. “I think...I’m going to spend the night at the Burrow, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“No.”
“What?”
“Go, spend the night with her, but don’t lie to me and say you’re staying with your mom.” She spoke bluntly, tears streaming out of her eyes quietly. It was a silent cry, the only way Y/N ever allowed herself to cry in front of people. He hesitated, but he turned around and left the living room. Y/N entered the kitchen, starting to grease pans for baking.
-
Fred came home that night, mostly confused. Y/N wasn’t in the living room tonight, which didn’t make him feel great. That wasn’t the worst of it though. The date was great. She was perfect, but...he hated it. Something was missing. As she listed off interests, favorite movies, her favorite quidditch team...all he could think was that something was missing. When he got home, and Y/N was missing, it dawned on him. It was her. She was missing. The girl had listed off all of Y/N’s favorite movies, her favorite songs. She liked to bake. Her favorite quidditch team was the Holyhead Harpies, the team his little sister played on. Suddenly, Fred felt rather sick. He can’t have feelings for his brother's girlfriend--no, fiance!
With a pit in his stomach, he walked into the kitchen, where he opened his eyes wide. The entire kitchen table and window sill were covered in baked goods. There was one clean counter, where Y/N sat staring off into space, waiting for her next round of cookies to finish.
“Oh! I forgot! I’m sorry, how was the date?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing--”
“Don’t, please don’t close yourself off. We’re close now, just let me in. What happened, what’s with the baked goods?” He asked, leaning with his arms crossed and his back against the island counter across from where she sat. He noticed the ring was missing, it wasn’t on Y/N’s finger, it wasn’t on the counter or the table where he’d seen it last.
“He admitted it. He’s cheating on me with her again.” She sighed, looking to the ceiling and holding back tears. “And it sucks so hard to know he wasted all this time of mine again. He proposed to me. I know he’s your brother, but that’s just so...crazy. Who does that?” She paused, and just as Fred was about to talk she kept going. “And the worst part is that I don’t...I don’t feel anything. The first time he cheated with Angelina it was like my whole world came crashing down. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, and my roommate. Now, it barely even feels like we’re roommates. I thought I could love him the same way after it all, and maybe he cheated because I couldn’t.”
“Don’t blame yourself. Cheating is always a decision. If he realized you didn’t love him the same way he should have communicated with you. Broken up. Not proposed and delayed this.” Fred sighed. Y/N wouldn’t make eye contact with Fred, assumingly because she was upset.
“I--” She paused, chest tight. She looked up at Fred, making blatant eye contact. “What if I’ve been emotionally cheating?” Fred’s eyes widened and his heart sank. He felt awful, like his feelings for her would just have to go away again. Right as they were getting close.
“W-what? With who?”
“You fucking idiot.” She sighed, pushing herself off the counter. She went to walk away, but Fred put his arms on either side of her on the counter, pinning her where she was.
“Don’t walk away.” He whispered, so close to her face. Her heart pounded.
“I--” She sighed. “Fred, I’ve felt more for you in the past five days than I’ve felt for George in the past year and a half. I waited all day for you to be here, and I kept feeling guilty for it. I’ve felt so guilty, and then I find out he’s cheating and I’m so numb to it because you’re all I can think about.” She paused to breathe before she continued her quick ramblings. “Also, the idea of having feelings for you is so weird, because we only just started to like each other, but you’re standing so close to me and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about all the girls you used to bring home and how I don’t want to be just one of those girls you sleep with. But obviously I can’t just be with you because I think I just broke off my engagement with your brother and also because you haven’t said anything--” So Fred, in his overwhelmed state, pushed forward and pressed his lips against hers. She grabbed both sides of his face as he grabbed her hips. After a few moments, he quickly pulled apart, moving one of his hands to keep her hand on his face in place
“I couldn’t tell you the other night, but I had feelings for you that summer before the war, but you were with George. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just confess then, and besides you were so happy with him. Then we didn’t like each other, and the night before you got engaged I couldn’t stop thinking about you all over again. And...George made us spend all that time together and you’re the only thing I think about. The girl I went on the date with was so perfect, but I couldn’t get you off my mind and I realized she was just like you. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.” Fred spoke in a hushed tone with his eyes closed, as if speaking any louder or seeing her would make Y/N evaporate into thin air. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her with tear tracks down her face.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t trapped by his and wiping her face. He giggled, letting go of her hand and using both of his hands to hold the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed the tear stains on Y/N’s face. “You’re like this perfect man, it’s so wildly different from George.” She mumbled.
“I can’t account for where he went wrong, and I haven’t always been great. But if you give me the chance, I will love you better than anyone else could dream of.” With tears streaming down her eyes she pulled him in to kiss her again, he smiled against her lips. He held the small of her waist as she rested one of her hands on his chest, the other sat at the back of his neck playing with his hair. He moaned when she pulled it gently, causing her to smile into their kiss. She almost missed being able to see him rolling his eyes at her smirk.
“Love me, please. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. Just--love me tonight.” She whispered against his lips as they panted for air.
He leaned down, kissing her again as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her back to a sitting position on the counter. Y/N threaded her fingers through Fred’s hair, one of Fred’s hands was on her thigh, the other rested on her waist. Finally, she bit his bottom lip in an attempt to get him to do anything. In response, he gave a noise that sounded between a groan and a growl, moving to her neck to leave bite marks. He licked the shell of her ear and bit the lobe as he moved down to the length of her neck, sucking hard. She moaned softly, whimpering when he used he grazed his teeth over her neck.
She started grinding her hips against his in an attempt to get some friction. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him to aid in her plight for friction. After he felt satisfied with the bruises he’d left on her neck he went back to her lips, sucking on her bottom lip briefly before licking it in a silent asking of permission to use it. She gracefully licked his tongue, granting his own tongue admission to her mouth. Their tongues wrestled messily, Y/N playing with Fred’s hair and occasionally pulling softly to hear him moan. She was starting to feel frustrated with just grinding, so she moved the hand that was on the side of Fred’s face to gracefully feel all the way down his body before she started palming him through his slacks. He gave a harsh groan this time, pulling apart from her mouth briefly.
“You’re so beautiful, so sexy.” His voice was deep with pleasure and she moaned at the sound alone. Her heart swelled, she hadn’t been praised like that sexually...ever. Fred took one of his hands off of her hips to thread into her hair, pulling gently to hear her moan. He swore to himself that he could hear that every minute of every day and never get tired of it. While Fred knew he was going to fuck her, his intentions were pure-- he wanted to make love to her. Y/N, however, was getting frustrated with his politeness. She started to unbutton his slacks and he broke off their kiss again. “Hold on, I want to take care of you.” He whispered, flush against her lips.
“I appreciate that, but I want you inside of me.” She whispered, her hand that had been unbuttoning his pants was now tangled in his shirt. Fred felt his heart drop to his cock when she said this, groaning at her lack of restraint. Y/N started unbuttoning his shirt as he separated her thighs and pulled her completely to the edge of the counter.
“You’ll just have to be patient, princess.” He grinned as he went to crouch, kissing her knee on the way down. He left kisses all over the inside of her thighs, leaving her soaked to the core before he had even really touched her. Both Fred and Y/N were thankful she was wearing a dress that day, making his access considerably easier as he rubbed her through only her thin panties. Kissing the inside of her thigh as he looked up into her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He almost grinned when he saw she was adorning another pair of fruit covered panties.
“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said the cherry panties were sexy,” He smirked up at her, rubbing circles into her clit through peach covered cotton. “These are sexy too, but I think they’d look a lot better on the floor.” He grabbed the cotton on her hips and pulled them down, leaving them on the floor like he promised. Y/N’s thighs were shaking from all the teasing he had done already. He licked from her inner knee to where he promised to take care of her, latching his mouth onto her clit. She gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue, closing her eyes. He used his tongue to create figure-8’s against her clit, and slowly pushed one finger into her. At this, she threw her head back, resting the crown of her skull gently against the cabinet behind her. She laced her fingers through Fred’s hair, now pulling hard. He groaned in his own pleasure, creating vibrations against her clit which in turn made her moan. He pushed a second finger into her, slowly pumping them as he worked her clit. After adding a third finger, her legs were shaking violently, showing she was nearing the edge. He quickly swapped his fingers and tongue, using his thumb to rub circles against her clit and sticking his tongue as deep as he could inside of her warm pussy. He had his other arm wrapped around her thigh, one of her hands reaching to hold the hand there as she neared her end even faster than before.
“I want you to say my name when you cum, baby, can you do that for me?” He paused briefly, looking up at her, she nodded vigorously. His tongue returned to it’s warm reserve inside of her. The motions he made with his thumb against her clit became faster, and soon enough she was squeezing his hand and nearly screaming his name. Fred waited for her to stop squeezing his hand to stand up and kiss her on the lips again. “You did so good, baby.” He whispered against her lips.
“Freddy,” She whimpered against his lips. “You haven’t even fucked me yet and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.” She almost laughed at the thought. He grinned, happy with his work so far. He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, kissing her ear as he spoke.
“You won’t need to, baby. I’ll fuck you right here,” He started licking and kissing her neck again, making her whine. “And I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to walk.” He whispered against her quickly bruising flesh. She whined again, reaching to finish her job unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his already unbuttoned pants. He let her continue as he wrapped his hand in her hair once and pulled back, exposing the front of her neck to him where he continued his attack. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt he helped her pull it off his shoulders, exposing his freckled and scarred skin on his chest to her. She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling every individual scar and wondering where each of them came from. He watched her eyes dart around, a small closed-lip smile adorning her face as she felt the raised white scars. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek softly, loving his own view. Using the same hand that was petting her cheek, he lifted her face to look up at his. He pulled her face close to his own and kissed her softly.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered against her lips with his eyes closed. She smiled, reaching her face up to kiss his eyelids. Angel kisses on his blonde eyelashes. It was a sweet moment, to remind them both that not only was there no going back after what they were about to do, but also to remind them that this wasn’t just fucking. This was real, unadulterated love. He opened his eyes, looking deeply into hers as she pushed his slacks and boxers down as far as she could with her hands, using her bare feet the rest of the way. He lifted her dress over her head, tossing it somewhere behind him, inevitably landing on some type of baked good. She rested one hand against his jaw, pulling his face close to hers, her other hand pumping his cock and gently rubbing the tip. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath at the feeling of her small hand around him. He rested one hand on her jaw, mirroring her. His other hand rested on the small of her back to push her closer to him. They kissed gently, feeling like this moment was fragile and could be broken. Y/N moved the hand that was on his cock and squeezed his bicep, quietly communicating that she was ready. He moved his hand from the small of her back to line himself up with her entrance, and as he pushed in the both gasped quietly at the feeling. Fred rested his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed as he waited quietly and politely for her to adjust to his size. After a few moments she tapped him to tell him to move, her eyes squeezed tightly closed for preparation of any pain that would come from his movements. He moved slowly, truly taking this moment to get to know Y/N’s body. He felt every groove inside of her, every dip and small raise in her skin, memorising her inside and out. As they both started to get used to this puzzle-piece moment in which it felt like the clicking of soul-mates finally coming together, they started kissing again. Fred’s tongue entered her mouth, exploring, dead set on memorising her entire body. Her hands found themselves resting on his back, nails digging in every so often. If this had been her sex dream, she would’ve been wondering how many girls had dug their nails into his back, but in person all she could think about was him. He filled her every sense, she could smell him, feel him everywhere, taste him, his freckled skin stuck on her eyes even when they closed, and their shared moans overwhelmed her ears. If this was what making love was, she definitely had never shared that with George.
Fred lowered his hand, rubbing her clit gently as his pace got faster. He wasn’t sure if he had ever felt so good so quickly, he was almost positive he hadn’t ever felt his high come so quickly. As he pounded into Y/N’s g-spot and rubbed her clit, she found herself loudly moaning. Her nails were now leaving deep marks into Fred’s back, and Fred hadn’t even noticed.
“Fred,” She moaned his name loudly, the sound of which made his own high come even faster. Set on finding their highs together, they were flush together. Y/N nor Fred had never been so close to someone, their entire bodies touching. Her legs were wrapped around him, her torso flush against his and her face buried into his chest. His face was buried into her neck, leaving occasional kisses to avoid his own moans. Quickly, they found their highs together. After hitting her g-spot so many times, she warned him. He quietly thanked Godric, his own high coming as well. So as they came together, panting, completely embraced, they felt loved. They’d both felt fucked-out before, but this felt different. This felt simultaneously heavy and weightless on their hearts, and they stayed together for a long time. They kissed quietly, Fred not really wanting to leave her, and she not wanting him to leave her either. Before he pulled out she spoke.
Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader -> Fred Weasley x fem!reader
Warnings: sexual undertones, cursing, sexual tension ??
Word Count: 5.5 k (I got carried away lol!!)
Part 1
“Okay, so here. We’ve got like twenty new options every day. Here are the Daily Prophets from the past week, let’s find someone.” She had seven papers laid out in front of them on the coffee table as they sat on the couch together. She had already gone through and circled all of the ads for girls, and some attractive men in case he was keeping secrets.
“I like being single, I don’t see the issue.” Fred sighed, picking up one of the sheets. He appreciated the way Y/N seemed to color code the girls. He saw one man circled in the group with a question mark over it, causing his brows to furrow. What?
“It was George’s idea. Although, I don’t think I’d complain about you settling down. Maybe we’ll have fewer of our encounters.” She elbowed his side, giggling. “Here, what about her? She’s cute.” She pointed at a french girl who had recently moved to the area. She remembered how much all of the boys her age gawked at the Beauxbaton girls in her fourth year, the twins sixth year. He shrugged.
“Meh. She’s pretty, but look. Her interests are so boring.” Y/N read her interests, which included things such as dragon taming. Her eyes widened.
“You’re joking, right? She’s well travelled and she tames dragons. She’s infinitely more interesting than you’ll ever be.” He attempted to not smile as she glared in confusion. He can’t be serious, right?
“I mean, but look. She likes to read.” He pointed back at the paper, which had been highlighted for people who liked to read. Y/N had color coded all of the paper’s, including highlighting interests and hobbies people had that were similar to Fred’s.
“You like to read.” She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the paper. She started to worry that she had gotten his interests and hobbies wrong. How could she have? She’s known him for just as long as she’d known George. She might not have liked Fred, but she knew him like the back of her hand.
“Yeah, but only one person in a relationship can be the reader.” Fred stifled his laughter, looking at Y/N with a grin, waiting for her to notice he was fucking with her. He was somewhat impressed by the amount of work she had put into this project George set up. George had made Fred take some time off from the shop to force him and Y/N to spend time together.
“What?” She whipped her head back over to look at him, where he continued grinning at her, waiting for her to realize. “Okay, so you are just fucking with me. Thank Godric, I was really worried for your sanity there for a second. I’ll set you two up.” This allowed him to finally burst into laughter. She rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. She called the girl, telling her all about Fred and setting up a date for him that night.
“You really think I wouldn’t like her?” He tsked. “She’s marriage material.” He said, reading the other personal ads with a big smirk on his face.
“Woah! What happened to enjoying your single life?” She taunted.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll bring her home tonight and shag her and never see her again.” He didn’t once look up when he said this.
“Frederick Gideon Weasley, you will not.” At this, he looked up, eyes wide.
“Woah, government names, alright. I won’t.” He furrowed his brow.
“The only way you’ll ever love someone is if you establish some sort of relationship with them before you have sex.” Y/N ranted, huffing. She found herself frustrated, thinking of old drama in her own life. You can’t just love someone you barely know.
“I just said I won’t.” Fred put the paper down, resting his chin in his hand while he watched Y/N pace around the room.
“I mean I’m a sucker for some of those tropes but-- wait what? You really won’t?” She quickly looked over at him, stunned. She really thought he would put up a fight. He always put up some sort of fight whenever she asked him to simply keep the sex quieter.
“Yeah, believe it or not I actually do know how to control myself.” He rolled his eyes again.
“Well, good. You just slept with so many girls to piss me off, then.”
“Exactly.”
“Wait, really?”
“Sometimes.”
“You asshole! My sleep schedule is forever fucked because of you!” Fred was nearly bent over from laughing, meanwhile Y/N had her face in her hands.
“Maybe sometimes I just wanted to see your face.” He said through leftover giggles. She rolled her eyes at this.
“Whatever, you hate me, remember?”
“Only occasionally. Whenever you’re telling me what to do,”
“Or sleeping,”
“Or reading,”
“Or minding my own damn business,”
“Or breathing,”
“HEY! Too far, you don’t like me but you don’t want me dead.” She finalized. She and him both knew that. They didn’t like each other, but they didn’t entirely hate each other. They had passing moments like the one they were having at this moment.
“I’m just teasing you, maybe that’s all it’s ever been.” He raised his brows at her, but she once again rolled her eyes.
“Don’t lie to me, I don’t particularly love you, either.” Fred gasped loudly at this comment.
“How could you?” He grabbed his chest where his heart would be and fell over off the couch onto the floor.
“How am I always seen as the drama queen in our...whatever you would call it. Mutual hateship?”
“Frenemies?”
“Too friendly.”
“Mutually-disliking relationship?”
“Eh. A little wordy, but good enough.” She shrugged. “The last girl you dated was like...Angelina Johnson at Hogwarts. Should I be looking for girls like her?”
“You mean gorgeous girls that play quidditch and are smarter than me? No, no, never that.” Fred inspected his nails in his sarcastic voice.
“Alright, noted.” She rolled her eyes, going through papers and circling more girls, color coating them.
“And what do you look for in men? Tall gingers?” He peaked over his newspaper, giggling softly.
“You mean the only man I’ve ever dated? Yes, I suppose.” She laughed too, not looking up from her paper. “Okay pick a few more and we’ll set you up on some dates.” Y/N said, pushing the paper back into his hand as she circled more girls in the paper. Later that night, she made herself dinner as he got ready. He had a bunch of questions, having only ever looked for something casual for a long time. She told him what girls like to hear, what they want to know about a guy before they go on a second date.
“How would you know? You’ve only ever dated one guy.” Fred half-joked.
“I’m still a girl.” She shrugged, knowing what she would want out of a first date. He walked further into the kitchen, leaning onto the counter next to the stove where she boiled herself mac and cheese. She glanced over, remembering the dream she had a few nights previous. She also noticed his crooked tie. “Your tie is crooked.” She looked back down at her mac and cheese as he tried to fix it.
“I haven’t worn one of these in like, eight years?” He asked, looking up for help. She rolled her eyes and straightened out the tie for him. Her stomach hurt, and she hoped she was just hungry. Fred’s stomach hurt, he blamed it on his belt being too tight. “How do I look?”
“Sufficient.” She gave a smirk as she shrugged, he punched her arm lightly. “You look great, you’ll do great. Considering how many girls you bring home each night, you can handle this.” She punched his shoulder lightly back. Now let’s hope he doesn’t fuck it up, she thought.
-
Except, of course, he did. The first date, Fred came back home with a different girl than he went on a date with. Y/N had been waiting in the living room for him to come home. She turned the light on next to her, making Fred jump about three feet in the air.
“Fucking-- what are you doing up?” Fred said with wide eyes, glancing between the girl he had brought home and Y/N.
“We had a deal!” She stood up from her spot on the couch, pointing a finger at him.
“I said I wouldn’t bring home the girl I was on a date with! I never said anything about a different girl.” He quipped with his hands raised in surrender.
“What date?” The blonde next to him glared at him with furrowed brows. Y/N admired her dress and legs. If she and Fred weren't supposed to be doing something, she’d approve.
“Oh, it was just a first date.” He brushed off.
“That you could’ve potentially married!” Y/N accused. It was her mission, after all.
“What?! I’m going home.” The blonde turned around, slamming the door behind her.
“You--you cockblock!” He turned on Y/N, glaring.
“And I’ll continue until we find someone for you to settle down with. Now what happened to the dragon tamer?”
“She thought I was a ‘silly, big, weird baby man,’” He said, using finger quotes around the name she called him. Y/N, trying to keep a straight face, responded with a noise, meaning “keep going.”
“And she outwardly told me this list of quidditch players and other famous wizards she had slept with. I don’t know, I felt compared.” Fred wrinkled his face.
“Oh, buddy,” She frowned, gesturing for him to sit down on the couch next to her. “We can’t all be professional quidditch players.” She pat his back, grinning ear to ear.
“I hate you,” He went to get up, trying to hide his own smile.
“No!” She pulled him by the arm of his suit jacket, having him sit on the couch next to her again. “Let’s just make sure it doesn’t happen again. What didn’t you like about her?” Y/N seemed to conjure a notepad out of nowhere and stared at him, waiting to take notes.
“Godric, you’re such a fucking nerd about this.” He rolled his eyes, she elbowed him in the ribs. “Okay, well I didn’t like being compared to way cooler, better guys than me.” At this, she wrote down ‘lower standards.’ “Also, she travelled a lot. I’m all for travelling, but I do have the shop, so I can’t be doing long distance with anyone.” He shrugged. She nodded, adding it to the list. “Also, she wasn’t from here. Like, that’s not awful, but we just fought a war. I’d appreciate someone who’s a little sympathetic about that.” Y/N nodded, understanding that wholly. It would take more than both hands to count how many times people had been rather intrusive or rude about her moments of PTSD.
“Okay, I’ll fix our list and call the next best girl.” She nodded, walking off into the kitchen while looking at her newspaper. Fred got up and followed her. She was already sitting at the table with two teas and a plate of cookies, eyes narrowed at the papers in front of her. If he didn’t know any better it would look like he had just walked in on an auror looking into an investigation.
“Alright Auror Potter, whaddya got for us?” He put his hands on his knees, squatting slightly to look at the small girl sitting in a chair as though she were a child.
“If you talk to me like I’m a kid, nothing.” She looked up, glaring at him. He giggled, pulling out the chair across from her and drinking the tea.
“Where’s George?” He asked, taking a sip from his dainty, floral mug.
“He got home and crashed like fifteen minutes before you got home.” Y/N wouldn’t look up from her newspaper.
“Seriously? It’s like midnight.” Fred actually checked his watch to make sure he was correct. In actuality, it was 12:06.
“He says he had a lot of stuff to do at the shop.” She shrugged. Her heart hurt. It felt familiar. Fred’s chest tightened, not wanting to push the subject. “Anyway, how are the cookies?”
“Why? Are they the same ones you make that come from the grocery store?” She gasped, looking around as if he had just let everyone in on her big secret.
“How’d you know?!” She asked, suspicious that he had spent too much time in the muggle world.
“I’ve been inside the fridge before.” He laughed, eyebrows furrowed. “Also, believe it or not, I am literate.” He grabbed one of the papers, crossing girls off he had circled previously. He was feeling pickier after his date.
“Well, no, these ones are homemade. For real this time. Try one.” She pushed the cookies towards him, grabbing one for herself. She was quite happy with herself, the cookies had turned out great. They were strawberry meringue, with bits of actual strawberry and mini chocolate chips in them. Their cookies crunched when they took a bite at the same time, tiny pieces of pink meringue scattering across the table top.
“This is delicious.” Said Fred, spraying more pieces of strawberry meringue over the counter top as he hadn’t swallowed before he spoke.
“I know.” Y/N giggled, having swallowed the piece she took a bite of. Fred ate almost the rest of the plate, leaving only one cookie for George. They continued talking about cookies, girls, and Fred’s newfound celibacy.
-
The next night, Fred came home with no girls. However, he wasn’t smiling, either. This time, when Y/N flicked on the light, and Fred jumped, she knew he was just unhappy. Not sad, not angry. Just unhappy.
“Motherfucker-- do you have to keep doing that?”
“What happened to the Wizengamot girl?” Y/N asked, frowning. She thought this might’ve been a good match. The girl was a bit serious on the phone, but she thought maybe it would compliment Fred well.
“She was kind of boring. A little stuck up, too. She didn’t like the place we went to and sent her food back. Y/N do you know what she ordered?” Y/N raised her eyebrows, as if to ask ‘what?’ “Tomato soup! Who sends back tomato soup? Who even orders just tomato soup?” He asked, pacing in front of the couch, as if he was genuinely torn up about this. “And all she wanted to do was talk about the war. I don’t want to talk about that! I was in it, I’ve heard enough about it.” He sighed, plopping down in the arm chair across from Y/N.
“Do you want some cookies and tea?” She asked sheepishly. He nodded, they both stood up and went to the kitchen. She already had the tea and cookies ready once again. Fred appreciated that it was a different cookie this time, and that his tea was exactly how he liked it. Tonight’s cookie was a pumpkin snickerdoodle. “There’s some cream cheese frosting, I saw you at the window before I could frost them and I wanted to sneak up on you again.” She admitted, not looking up from her paper as she was too focused. Fred felt the tips of his ears turn pink.
“Why didn’t you just use a spell?”
“I like doing it the muggle way. It’s a good way to relieve stress.” She shrugged, crossing some girls out and circling other girls in the personal ads.
“Why are you stressed?” He asked mindlessly, drinking his tea. She tensed up, he noticed.
“I--uh. I don’t know. Who knows, right? I’m always stressed.” She joked, fake-laughing. He noticed again.
“You know, I hate to cross any boundaries we have here, but you can tell me. Even if it’s about him.” He used his head to gesture towards the ceiling, where George laid asleep. She sighed, shrugging. She stared at the ring on her left ring finger. “Do you think--”
“I don’t think I want to talk about it, yet.” Y/N said, twisting the ring around on her finger. Fred understood, needing time to think about it. “Anyway,” She quickly and casually wiped the corner of her right eye. “She was boring and stuck up? Anything else?”
“She reminded me of Percy.” He wrinkled his nose. Y/N giggled, making a note on her notepad to exclude girls like that. “I’m just...tired of it already. I get why people don’t like dating. This is exhausting. What am I supposed to do with all these stupid facts about girls favorite films and music? Drop it all?”
“Yeah, just forget it all. Think about what kind of films and music the girl you would marry would like.” She shrugged, quill in hand and notepad ready to write. He sighed, not finding it an easy task.
“Something we can watch together. Sometimes things I’ve seen a million times, sometimes new stuff I’ve never heard of. Someone who might know their way around a muggle movie theater.” He listed off. “Romantic comedies; horror movies, but like the really bad ones we could laugh about together but still make you jump sometimes.” They both reminisced to summer nights at the Burrow, where they had had other late-night encounters from being night owls. She smiled softly, wondering if he was remembering those nights, the small nights of peace from when they were young. “Old music, none of that Ke$ha shit I just heard on the muggle radio. I like my grunge bands and--”
“Your dad music.” She laughed, writing it down.
“What?”
“It’s just that your music taste is totally something middle aged muggle dads listen to.” She shrugged, thinking of her own family briefly. He laughed.
“I guess so.”
“Hey Fred?” He made a small noise that meant ‘go on.’ “Why did you start hating me so much? You know,” She wrung her hands, not wanting to admit that his hate for her bothered her. She didn’t like not being liked, especially considering they had been silent friends for a long time before Fred started hating her.
“After the war?” He asked, she nodded. “You just seemed to take everything so well. You seemed so resilient, like we hadn’t almost died together. I had those awful night terrors every night, and you and George kept helping and I-- I don’t know. I guess I wanted to feel resilient, too. I resented you for it.”
“The shower.”
“What?” His eyes bulged immediately.
“The shower. I always cried and screamed in the shower. I didn’t ever want anyone to comfort me, and it made my PTSD a lot worse. Now I feel like all I do is bake. God, I’m turning into--”
“My mum.” He smirked.
“Shut up, yes. It’s how I cope now. It--” She hesitated, looking up from her hands, which she had taken a peculiar interest in. “It just feels like I’m getting through each day. I feel like we lived through this huge thing, and now I can’t even live my life.”
“Why do you think I haven’t settled down?” He mumbled.
“Really?” She furrowed her eyebrows, curious.
“Sometimes it just feels like...what’s the point? What if we end up in another war?” He was staring off into the corner of the kitchen, likely remembering the wall that fell on both of them.
“You know, I go to therapy.” She shrugged. “Maybe you should, too.” He nodded, wondering if there were wizard therapists. “Yes there are wizard therapists.” She sighed, smiling.
“Did I say it out loud?”
“No, I just know you.” She shrugged. “I hope you resent me a little less, now.” She smiled at him.
“Well, why didn’t you like me?”
“Because George tells you everything, and he trusts you so much. He didn’t tell me about...you know...until way after it happened. Sometimes I still get upset when I remember that you knew for so long.”
“What are you talking about? I found out like, maybe a day before you.” He furrowed his eyebrows.
“Wh-why would George tell me you knew?” She furrowed her brow too. They stared at each other in confusion.
“Maybe we have two missions.” Fred smirked, holding his hand out. “Let’s make a deal. You get me a date to the wedding and we find out what George is hiding.” She shook his hand, avoiding the thought that what they find out could potentially call off the wedding.
-
The following night, Fred came home, looking somewhat blue once again. Y/N flicked the light on, and he turned on her quickly.
“I expected it this time, fucker!” He laughed, somewhat manically. She giggled.
“And how was the bank girl?” She asked kindly, standing up and following Fred to the kitchen. Tonight she had made cream horns. They were long, thin cookies that served as a wrapper around a creamy filling. Fred loved it, it reminded him of a butter cookie his mom made when they were kids, but had stopped making over time as they were ‘a pain in the ass’ to make.
“She was fine, I guess.” He said with a cookie in his mouth, she laughed. It seemed like it would be a nightly occurrence that he would talk with food in his mouth. “I’m pretty sure she stopped listening to you after you said Weasley, because she definitely thought this was going to be a blind date with Bill.” He scrunched up his face in disgust at the thought.
“Oh, but I told her a bunch about you.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, upset.
“Well, it’s not your fault she was obsessed with him. I’m pretty sure she only works at Gringotts on the off chance she’ll meet him one day.”
“Doesn’t he work in Egypt?”
“Not anymore, ever since Victoire was born. Still,” He paused having to think hard of what his sibling was doing. “I don’t even know if he still works for Gringotts, honestly.” He furrowed his eyebrows. He was starting to realize he didn’t know a whole lot about his siblings that were far away. He knew literally everything about George, he even had a hunch about what suspicious thing George was up to.
“Maybe you should spend some time with your other siblings.” She chuckled, sipping her tea. Tonight, she wasn’t looking at the paper. She decided she would set up the date in the morning, and that she could spend this time with Fred. He propped his head up on his left hand, watching Y/N. His chest felt tight.
“Maybe.” He shrugged, ignoring the feeling arising in his stomach. “I grew up with them, so you know, I don’t really need to.”
“Well you went to school with me,” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “And it feels like we spend every waking moment together.” She drank from her floral tea cup. It had been a gift from Hermione when she moved in with the boys. Something to remind you of yourself.
“Because we have! It’s already been three days! And we haven’t fought in so long.” He grinned, reaching across the table to punch her on her shoulder with his right hand.
“So long! Three days! It’s almost like that last summer before the war.” She rested her head on her right hand to mirror Fred. She remembered watching John Hughes movies, laughing and making fun of awful jokes and bad scares in horror movies, feeling tired but not wanting to sleep. Feeling afraid she would wake up the next day and have no one, not even her quiet bordering-on-friendship with Fred, because she’d wake up and everyone would be dead.
“You mean when we would stay up all night and sleep all day while George ran the shop.” Fred fluttered his eyelids closed, thinking about that summer. They switched who would pick the movie each night. Halfway through the night they’d get hungry and Y/N would make them something to eat. It was when he realized he actually really liked Y/N. During the war, things got bad, because he remembered that even though they had their sweet late-night moments, she wasn’t his. It hurt him, back then.
“And we never argued. Not until the war started.” She smiled softly. “But then again, everyone fought when the war started.” She shrugged, thinking about the stories Hermione had told her about the arguments she and Harry and Ron had had out in their tent in the middle of nowhere. Fred didn’t want to tell her that he only fought with her to push her away. What he said about hating her after the war was true. He didn’t really hate her until after they nearly died together. Even then, he just resented her.
“I’m sorry.” He said. He didn’t whisper it. He didn’t look down. He just spoke evenly, and apologized. Y/N was surprised, because Fred had never really apologized to her before. She was also used to the way George apologized. Head hung, no eye contact. She rarely could ever even hear his apology. She smiled at Fred.
“I’m sorry, too.” She thought she might tear up, but it was out of joy. For once Fred had her crying out of joy.
“Oh, fuck, did I do something?” He asked, seeing her glossy eyes. She rubbed her eyes, shaking her head.
“No, you idiot. I’m just glad we’re good now.” She sniffled. He attempted to hold back his grin, but couldn’t.
“I guess I am too.” He sighed as if it was a chore to share his feelings. She laughed and reached across the table to punch his shoulder lightly. “Anyway...where’s George tonight?” He whispered, almost as if raising his voice any higher could break her.
“Upstairs, asleep. He got home earlier than last night. Like 8:30.” She shrugged. “But he went to bed pretty soon after he got home.”
“And how are you?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged truthfully. “I’m just tired of eating dinner alone.” She sighed, crossing her arms on the table and setting her head on top. Fred didn’t know what to say. He’d felt that way before he had started sleeping with women every night. He understood, but this was a different situation.
“Well, at least you never have to eat dessert alone.” He smiled warmly. She lifted her head just enough so she could see him. She smiled into her arms, but her eyes gave her away to Fred.
“Yeah, at least I’ve got my late night encounter buddy.” She lifted her head fully off of her arms.
“I have a secret,” Fred whispered. Y/N cupped her hand behind her ear to show she was listening. “I can bug his phone.” Her eyes widened. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to invade George’s privacy like that. The second she started shaking her head he waved her off. “I already did, I just wanted to see your reaction.” She gasped.
“Frederick Gideon Weasley!!” She wacked his arm across the table
-
The next night, Y/N had the light on when Fred came home. She felt bad scaring him so much the nights before. That night Fred came home in a good mood, and then she realized he was drunk! He was just a happy drunk!
“Frederick!” She furrowed her eyebrows, standing up.
“Shhh, Y/N will hear!” He rushed over giggling, putting his hands over her mouth, she smiled against the palm of his hand. She pried one of his hands away from her mouth, grabbing it and dragging him into the kitchen.
“Sit down, drink your tea, and eat your cookies.” She pointed a stern finger at him. She had made double chocolate and mint chip cookies. Fred thought he could die at how good they tasted, he decided these definitely had to be his favorite, but he was afraid of getting in trouble for making noise.
“Pssttt…” He whispered, not so quietly, she looked up, trying not to grin at his behavior. “These are really good. Like really good. These are my favorites, you should bring these to Christmas dinner.” He whispered loudly, eyes wide like a childs. Y/N had a strange warm feeling in her chest she hadn’t felt in a long time. George wasn’t like this when he drank, he just got tired and passed out on any flat surface.
“Thank you, Fred.” She smiled softly at him, he smiled at her with a cookie in his mouth, making her laugh as she handed him his tea. “Now, can you tell me what you liked and disliked about the girl this time? How was the date?”
“Uhhh, she was fine. She was, like, really into quidditch. I’m into quidditch, but like...but like she was, like, really into it. You know? Like she reminded me of some losers in your class.” She knew he was referencing Ron, and she rolled her eyes.
“You mean your brother?”
“How dare you correctly assume that! That’s my brother, only I can call him a loser.” He grinned, sipping his tea. She liked drunk Fred, because it was just normal Fred with a couple less brain cells.
“Alright, alright, I’ll just leave you in here on your own to bully your siblings by yourself.”
“No!!” He pulled on her sleeve as she tried to exit the kitchen, she was laughing, and came to sit down across from him again. “Anyway, I couldn’t focus very well on her. So maybe she was just trying to fill the silence.” He shrugged. “And I got drunk, so there’s that.” He put a hand on his chin in thought.
“Why couldn’t you focus?”
“I think George is cheating on you.” He said bluntly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh.”
“Y/N, I don’t understand you at this point,” He sighed heavily, slamming his head on the table. You cringed, knowing it would hurt in the morning. “You stay with him, but he’s done it before. I bet it’s with her again--”
“Fred, I don’t think I want to talk about it.” Y/N wrung her hands out.
“You want to know why I resent you? You treat yourself terribly.” He was entirely too calm. “You should’ve left the last time.”
“Don’t tell me what to do with my relationship!”
“I care about you! I’m telling you what your friends didn’t! Everyone said save the relationship because they all married the people they dated in school, but there’s no rule that says you have to do that! Look at me!”
“Yeah, look at you, completely heartbroken over the fact that your brother is fucking the girl you dated in school.”
“I don’t care about that anymore! You’re so stupid sometimes!” He yelled drunkenly, with tears in his eyes. “You’re like no one I’ve ever met before. How do you do that? How are you so different?”
“Don’t pull one of those ‘you’re not like other girls’ things.” She laughed, trying to distract herself.
“No, you’re like every other girl, but you’re you. And you have your experiences, and you might do everything all those other girls do, but you do it for different reasons, just like all of those girls do. Nobody’s the same.” He furrowed his eyebrows, a little confused at his own wording.
“Fred Weasley, did you just...respect women in front of me?”
“I respect the hell out of women!”
“Okay, okay! Sorry!” She giggled, putting her hands up in defense.
“I just...why don’t you respect yourself?” He asked calmly again. Y/N stared off into the corner of the kitchen.
“What if my whole life falls apart without you guys in it? What if I don’t know who I am apart from George?”
“Merlin, Y/N I know who you are apart from George and I’ve only spent a couple days with you. Well...and a couple years, I guess.” He shrugged. “You’re this gorgeous, intelligent, little tiny nerd.”
“I get it, I’m small.”
“Shh! You’re a small little baby nerd. And you’re good at art and you’re so poetic. You stress bake, and you cook when you’re happy and stressed. You make the best cookies in the world. You’re considerate, because you’re nice to me when I’m mean to you and you memorized the way I take my tea and I had no idea. You love those stupid cliche romantic comedies but you get so embarrassed any time anyone makes one of those big gestures in a crowd. You’re disappointed that George proposed to you, you’re disappointed in the way he did it, and you’re disappointed that he did it just to get away with cheating on you. And you know he did, and you’ve known for a lot longer than I have, because you’re smarter than everyone in this house.”
“Fred, there’s only two people in this house.”
“Well, I’m pretty smart, so it’s still a feat.” He grinned, grabbing her hand from across the table. He took the ring off, and set it on the table next to the window. “Just think about confronting him. I’m not saying you have to. Just...consider it.”
Warnings: cursing, teasing/rudeness, grinding, mentions of sex
Word Count: 4.7K
A/N: Hey everyone!! Sorry for the (not so) brief hiatus, I entered a relationship that ended and was finishing my last semester in school. Officially graduated!! Thanks for you patience, here’s the first part of a new mini fic (should only be about 5 parts) thats a haters to lovers fic w/ Fred. I will also be updated the New Girl AU soon.
“I think I’m going to propose to Y/N.”
“You’ve been saying that for years, George.” Fred rolled his eyes, peaking around the bar for a pretty girl to bring home for the night.
“Well, I have the ring, so I’m at least closer.” George shrugged, taking the ring out of his pocket. Fred paused, his heart stopping briefly. He looked at the ring, eyes widening.
“That’s a big rock.” Fred breathed. He felt anxious. Like he was finally losing his brother. He had a lot of questions to ask. Were they going to move out? Was Fred going to have to live on his own? How often would he see his twin?
“The shop did really well last month,” George shrugged. “It was only like a month’s salary.” He added nonchalantly.
“Well, you better do it soon. That girl has been waiting an awfully long time.” Fred spoke honestly. He knew every detail of Y/N and George’s relationship, despite not particularly wanting to. He and Y/N didn’t get along much, but he knew that if she deserved anything out of her relationship with George, it was a large wedding ring.
“I plan on it. Maybe I’ll take her to dinner or the London eye or something.” George shrugged.
“That’s so cliche.” Fred scrunched his nose in disgust. He hated every time his friends from Hogwarts got engaged because the story was always the same. They went to dinner, or they went to the bridge, or they even went to platform 9 ¾. Fred had convinced himself he would never get married, but if he did he decided he wouldn’t be so goddamn predictable.
“Well, what would you do?” George asked, frustrated with his brother. He always had something to say, but never anything helpful.
“Not marry her.” Fred sipped from his drink nonchalantly.
“Dude,” George huffed. Once again annoyed with his brother. Fred had always been the devil on his shoulder in regards to anything with his relationship. Don’t marry her, or don’t let her move in, always bad decisions.
“Sorry, sorry, kidding. I don’t know, do something that would surprise her. You guys almost never go out on dates anymore, she would know right away.” Fred took a sip of his drink. “Besides, she doesn’t seem like one for big gestures.” Fred, despite not particularly liking her, knew Y/N like the back of his hand. She and his brother had been dating for an entire decade. Y/N didn’t mind not going on dates with George, she didn’t mind that he worked late, she always trusted him too much, which was an issue at one point. Even Fred felt like Y/N had settled for George, and she hadn’t ever noticed it.
“Hm, maybe. I guess I’ll have to think about it.” George checked his watch, downing his drink. “I’ve got to go, I’ve got to finish some stuff at the shop and head home. Can you get my drink?” George asked. Fred nodded, waving him off as he had made eye contact with a girl across the bar. However, a thought lingered in his head. Didn’t we finish everything at the shop tonight?
-
Y/N woke up in the middle of the night to noises she had heard a thousand times before. She sighed, wondering how George always seemed to sleep through it. He snored away next to her, and she rolled her eyes. If she could sleep through his snores, then she should theoretically be able to sleep through anything. However, like clockwork, she was up in the middle of the night whenever Fred brought a girl home.
She grabbed a book and went to the kitchen. Y/N read for a while with the radio on, trying not to get annoyed by the loud noises that always came out of Fred’s room. She kept re-reading the same page over and over, not being able to comprehend what she was reading over the sounds of moans and the bedpost hitting the wall. Eventually, she set her book down, deciding to bake.
She pulled some pre-made frozen cookie dough out of the fridge, rolling it out on a cutting board. She hated using the pre-made cookie dough, but always had some in the fridge for nights like this. She was the only one in the house who knew how to cook or bake, so she always managed to play it off as though she had hand made the dough. She remembered the first time she had been left awake in the middle of the night, and George awoke to somewhat fresh cookies. He was ecstatic, and he kept raving about how delicious they were. She didn’t have it in her heart to tell him that she actually hadn’t put that much effort into the cookies. She used various cookie cutters, making fun shapes to entertain her exhausted brain in the middle of the night. She knew she could just charm the cookie cutters to do it for her, but she liked baking and cooking the muggle way, especially on nights like these. At least I can’t hear the noises anymore.
“Oh, hey,” Fred grunted, walking behind her to get to the fridge, taking out their water filter from the top shelf. He wore only his sweatpants, his usual house attire. Y/N was used to it, after all her boyfriend had a similar body. Besides, she stood in the kitchen in only underwear and an old t-shirt of George’s.
“Hi,” She mumbled, annoyed with him. “Can you please keep it down? I ask you like...every time you have a girl over.” She stuck the sheet of cookies into the oven, trying not to bend down too far, considering her attire. It was her usual house attire, but she usually wasn’t around Fred much. She had made it her personal mission to avoid him at all costs.
“Sorry I get laid more than you.” Fred mumbled. Her face and neck turned pink at his words. She hated that George and Fred told each other everything. Couldn’t anything remain private? Particularly her and George’s sex life.
“It’s not about that and you know it.” Y/N glared at him, taking the water filter out of his hand and pouring herself a glass of water. Fred held back a smirk, attempting to keep the fighting to a minimum for the night. They frequently had these late-night interactions. About a quarter of the time they were civil, half the time they were softly bickering, and another quarter of the time they ended up in screaming matches. He just couldn’t help himself sometimes. She was the girl who was taking his best friend away from him, he found it difficult to not catch an attitude with her. Besides, he always found it funny when she was angry.
“Whatever, what am I supposed to do? Tell the girl to shut up?” He sassed softly. He almost laughed at the idea. He supposed he could cover her mouth with his hand, or brief the girl that he lived with people. However, he had gotten used to his late-night encounters with his brother’s girlfriend. They rarely ever argued in front of George, so it was their only time they could argue without facing consequences.
“Yeah, that works.” Y/N grinned. She didn’t care what he did to shut the girls up, or if he stopped putting in the amount of effort he clearly puts into sex (of which she almost envied, but refused to admit), she just missed getting her regular 8 hours of sleep. “Literally do anything. I’m tired of seeing your face at three in the morning.” She softly snapped.
“Fine, whatever,” Fred swallowed his water, Y/N watching his throat move. She lowered her vision to the oven, uncomfortable with the feeling in her lower stomach as she watched the muscles in his throat move. “Nice panties, by the way.” She rolled her eyes, knowing she was wearing underwear covered in cherries. They might have been childish, but they were comfortable. George used to like them, too. Although, she never heard many compliments from him anymore.
“Shut up,” She grunted. “At least it actually covers something.” She said, referencing the time she had been in the kitchen when one of his dates walked in for water wearing a t-shirt and her g-string. She told George the next morning, and they laughed about it. Fred turned pink, embarrassed that his date had been so bold in a house that didn’t belong to her.
“Maybe you’d get laid more if you wore panties like that.” Fred left the kitchen. Y/N’s heart sunk, remembering the times when George would say something cheeky each time he saw her fruity underwear. Now she felt childish, and tears welled in her eyes.
-
After calling Hermione and talking her into going shopping that day, they went to a few stores, and finally, Y/N arrived at a lingerie store in Diagon Alley. She saw two sets of lingerie in the window that caught her eye. One was yellow, her favorite color, and the other was black. She knew black tended to be a sexier color, but she couldn’t help herself as she asked to try on the yellow set as well.
“I’m just so tired. It happens almost every night.” Y/N complained to Hermione through the door of a change room. She clipped the bra behind her back, reaching down to grab the garter belt and stockings.
“Well, he was like that at Hogwarts, should we really be surprised?” Hermione laughed through the door. Y/N giggled too, remembering when it was almost charming that Fred was a player. Girls couldn’t even fault him when they were in school, he and George were just so handsome, it made sense that he could get almost any girl he wanted. He stayed away from very few girls: Hermione and Y/N. He knew Ron had a crush on Hermione and refused to hurt his brother. Even before Y/N had started seeing George, Fred stayed away from her. She never knew why, and when she was young she had taken it to heart. However, years later George told her he had liked her from the moment they had met, and she hoped Fred had stayed away from her to protect his twin.
“I guess not, I’m just sick of having to live with it. And George doesn’t even know it happens. I’m not even a light sleeper, it’s just that loud.” Y/N said, looking at her appearance in the yellow lace bra, and matching garter belt. She wasn’t allowed to try on the underwear for obvious hygiene reasons. She scrunched her nose, unsure of how she looked. She liked the way she looked in it, but she didn’t find it particularly sexy. George never liked yellow much anyway. She took a picture in the mirror and sent it to Hermione. “What do you think?” Y/N asked.
“Meh, I feel like it’s too cute, not sexy enough. Try the black one we picked up.” Y/N made a noise of agreement, slipping off the yellow and trading it for the black babydoll slip. She once again went to take a picture and send it to the most recent person in her phone, Hermione, not realizing a text had come through while she was changing.
“Did you get it?” She asked after a few moments of waiting for a response from Hermione.
“No, are you sure it went through?” Y/N checked her phone, gasping loudly.
“Oh my god,” She had received a text from Fred while she was changing. He had asked what she was planning on cooking for dinner, pretty much the only thing he ever texted her about. She vaguely remembers when she and George were going through a rough patch and Fred would periodically text her and check on her.
“What?” Hermione asked, immediately curious.
“I accidentally sent it to Fred. I’m going to throw up.” She tossed her phone over the top of the door at Hermione. Hermione immediately started giggling. “This is so not funny!” She shrieked.
“Oh my god, he replied and said ‘that’s more like it.’” Hermione was practically bent over in laughter at this point, meanwhile, Y/N slid down the door, her head in her hands. She felt sick at the idea of her boyfriend’s twin brother seeing her in this. She knew he was probably laughing at his desk at the shop, trying to think of a way to make fun of her later.
“Please explain that it wasn’t meant for him.” Y/N felt ready to cry from embarrassment, not wanting him to know that his words had gotten to her. It’s not the first time he had said something mean enough to make her change herself, but she had made it her mission over the past few years to not allow him to know that he got to her.
-
“Did your girlfriend tell you what happened today?” Fred laughed, his hand over his mouth at dinner. Immediately Y/N’s face and neck turned pink. Although Fred found the situation laughable, he also felt the need to tell his brother as soon as he could. He feared his brother would think he and Y/N would cheat on him. In actuality, Fred’s fear of George thinking that was far greater than George’s capacity to think that. He trusted his brother, but he trusted his girlfriend even more. Fred always resented her for that.
“What? What happened?” George asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“She was taking pictures of herself in lingerie to send to Hermione for some reason, and I guess she wasn’t paying attention and accidentally sent it to me.” Y/N’s face was in her hands in embarrassment. She was hoping this was one of the times that Fred would keep a secret between just the two of them. For one reason, she wanted the lingerie to be a surprise for George. The other reason being that she knew Fred knew he had gotten to her. She had bought ten new pairs of underwear while she was at that store. To be fair, they had a great deal going on, and she probably would’ve gotten the panties even if Fred hadn’t said anything to her.
“Aw, man, why don’t you send that shit to me?” George joked, putting his hand on Y/N’s knee. Y/N was even more embarrassed, not wanting Fred to know the details, or lack thereof, of their sex life.
“Oh my god,” Y/N’s words were muffled by her hands. “I hate you both so much.”
However, later that night the jealousy George felt came bubbling up and for the first time in weeks, Y/N got what she wanted. George occasionally liked rough sex, and this was definitely one of those occasions, considering she had accidentally used his twin to get to him. After working up quite a sweat, she went to the kitchen for water, where she found Fred with a glass of water and a book sitting at the kitchen table.
“Hah, how does it feel now?” Y/N giggled, getting the water filter out of the fridge and pouring herself a glass. She was in a lacy bralette and a pair of George’s boxers. She didn’t feel like having her panties made fun of again.
“Fine, you were right.” He rolled his eyes. He certainly didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when he heard her moans coming from their bedroom. He had felt nauseous almost all night, not liking the thought of his brother and his girlfriend having such loud sex. He couldn’t really think of a valid reason why, though.
“Oh yeah, say it again.” She cupped her ear, rubbing it in his face. The way she said it was accidentally sexual, causing Fred to smirk.
“First of all, that’s what she said,” He joked. “Second of all,” He flipped her off, but now significantly more confident, she replied.
“You wish.” She grinned, quickly finishing her water before putting the glass in the sink. This time, when her head was back drinking water, Fred watched her throat. Something in his brain wanted to wrap his hand around it, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or tension. His vision drifted to her collarbones and exposed chest. He shifted in his seat, moving his line of vision back to his book.
“Keep it down next time, yeah?” He mumbled, she rolled her eyes in response, leaving the kitchen and returning to her shared bedroom where George was deep asleep.
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Unfortunately for Y/N, she had a sex dream that night, and not one featuring her boyfriend. At first, she thought it was George, but she knew all of George’s scars and freckles, she knew his nose was more crooked than his twins, she knew his voice. So when she took notice of different scars, a deeper voice, and a straighter nose, she knew it was Fred.
It started out as one of their late-night encounters, like the one she had just had. She went to the kitchen to get water, and there was Fred in his sweatpants with no shirt. He leaned against the kitchen counter next to the fridge, arms crossed. She walked past him, getting the water filter out of the fridge. Only, when she went to drink from her glass, he took the glass out of her hand and put it on the counter gently. He turned back to her, grabbing her face with one hand, pulling her face close to his own. His other hand rested on the small of her waist.
“What, you thought I’d just forget about that picture?” He whispered, her heart beating hard in her chest. He started leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck and collar bones. “You looked so sexy,” Her head was thrown back, moaning in pleasure. “So ready for me already?” He asked, lifting her up from her thighs and turning around, placing her on the counter. He pulled her from the bottom of her thighs closer to him. He kissed her mouth, pulling on her bottom lip. He started grinding his hips right into hers. She was moaning into his mouth, her hand reaching to palm him. And then--
She was shaken awake.
“Hi,” George whispered, his face level with hers from his place on the floor. “Y/N I know it’s been a long time, and you put up with quite a lot from me. You always have, and you put up with the shop, and Fred, and so much.” George stopped himself before he brought up their past. “I just--I want you to know that I love you, I have since the first day we met, and I will forever. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Well, fuck. A thousand thoughts flooded her head at once. Memories of the good with George: going to the Yule Ball together, going to his siblings weddings together and dancing, cuddling on weekends, first times. Bad memories with George: their rough patch, screaming matches, lying, crying, feeling more comforted by his brother who hated her than her own boyfriend. The final thought was her sex dream before--
“Well, will you?” George interrupted her thoughts, his heart faltering at the hesitation Y/N showed.
“Obviously, you big idiot.” She smiled, throwing her arms around his neck. She was shocked, to say the least. They had been dating for nearly a decade, and he finally decided to pop the question. She didn’t want to admit it, but she feared he would break up with her before he would get engaged to her. He stood from his position on one knee, picking the girl up off the ground and swinging her around. “I mean, could you have taken any longer?” She giggled.
“Oh shut up!” He chuckled, setting her down on the ground. She sat back down on the bed. He slid the ring on her finger. She stopped and stared at it, feeling...emptier than she would’ve liked to.
“When did you even have time to get this?” Y/N asked, avoiding her thoughts that betrayed a decades worth of work. She did wonder though, considering George was always with Y/N or Fred, and he certainly would not have made Fred come with to get the ring.
“Well, I usually stay later at work than Fred anyway, so I just went after work.” George shrugged, grabbing her left hand to look at the ring. “Do you like it?” He asked, clearly nervous.
“I love it, Georgie. It’s beautiful.” She smiled softly, which he returned.
“I’ll go tell Fred and call mum.” He grinned, slipping out of the room. He knew the only way to surprise you would be to literally wake you up and ask you, and he was tired of trying to think of the perfect way to ask, and the idea of waiting for some perfect time felt ridiculous, so there it was. His opportunity to ask and surprise her, and he did. He walked into the kitchen downstairs, where his brother was drinking coffee leaning against the counter.
“Good morning,” Fred grunted, clearly exhausted.
“I’m engaged, so yes. It is a good morning.” Fred’s eyes widened at his twin’s statement, quickly gulping his coffee down.
“Congrats, dude! I really thought you might never do it.” Fred said it in a joking manner, but there was a certain amount of truth to it. Even though he had bought that ring, he thought there was still a greater chance of his twin returning the ring and breaking up with Y/N than popping the question. Well, maybe he didn’t think that would happen, he just hoped it would happen.
“Oh Merlin, I get it, I took a long time.” George chuckled, rolling his eyes as he prepped the floo.
“A long time is a bit of an understatement,” Fred mumbled, thinking of the year his twin and his girlfriend spent at each other’s throats, but stayed together. Fred couldn’t help but hope this day would never come. Fred was always being jealous of when Y/N would take his brother away, and Y/N was jealous of when Fred would take her boyfriend away. Still, they managed to live under one roof in harmony, at least in harmony to George, for a long time. All they had was their late-night encounters.
“I’ve got to call mum, she’ll be ecstatic.” Fred rolled his eyes, walking out of the kitchen where the fireplace was. He regretted it when he saw Y/N in the living room, and almost turned back around to go to the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Y/N said, not looking up from the Prophet.
“Morning,” Fred sighed. “Congrats.” He added, attempting to not roll his eyes.
“Thanks. Guess you’ve got to find a wedding date.” She smirked, once again not looking up from the paper. “Also, you wouldn’t need to drink so much coffee if you would stop bringing girls over to shag every night.” She joked, knowing last night was one of the first times he hadn’t brought a girl home.
“You see, Y/N, I like the bachelor lifestyle,” He sat down in the chair across from her spot on the couch. “So I don’t have to get stuck with girls like you.” He took a sip of his coffee.
“Are you sure your lifestyle is a choice? You weren’t exactly known for being a fantastic boyfriend at Hogwarts.” She snarked back, keeping her eyes on her paper.
“Well, maybe it wouldn’t have taken George so long to ask you to marry him if you were a better girlfriend.” Puffed Fred, at this Y/N flung her paper down onto her lap.
“You and I both know I have been a great girlfriend to him, you, however, take advantage of your brother on a nearly daily basis.” She stood, tossing the paper on his lap. “Maybe you can get a girlfriend with that.” He looked down to find the personal ads of the Prophet open on his lap.
“Maybe he wouldn’t have ch--”
“Fred.” Both of their heads snapped towards the door of the kitchen, where George stood, clearly unhappy. “This is supposed to be a good day and you both are ruining it quite quickly.” George huffed, rolling his eyes at the two arguing already.
“I’m just saying--”
“Well don’t. You two are my favorite people in the world and I’d really appreciate it if you would start to get along.” George said before walking out of the living room, returning to his shared bedroom with Y/N upstairs. George knew the two didn’t get along, but he always wished they would learn to like each other. It was upsetting to him that it never happened.
“You started it.” Fred whispered.
“Yeah, but we both know you were about to make it a lot worse, Fred.” Y/N huffed, walking into the kitchen to make herself breakfast for the morning. She turned on the radio that sat at the kitchen table, listening to soft muggle music as she began cooking breakfast. Cooking and baking always made her feel better, there was something therapeutic about it. There had been times in the rough patches in her relationship with George where every surface, the floor included, would be covered in some sort of baked good. It’s one of the few times Fred knew not to bother her. After cooking pancakes, eggs, toast, sausage, and bacon, she heard the brothers yelling. She groaned, throwing her head back. Y/N opened the fridge, grabbing oranges and deciding now would be a good time to make freshly squeezed orange juice.
Meanwhile, Fred had gone up to George and Y/N’s shared room in an attempt to apologize.
“George,”
“Don’t.”
“Dude,”
“It’s just,” George sighed. “I tell you things about my relationship because you’re my best friend, but because you’ve convinced yourself she’s your enemy you hold it over her head. Stop holding my mistakes over her head.”
“I don’t mean to,”
“But you do it, and you keep doing it. I know she pisses you off sometimes but I can’t think of anything she’s done that’s even remotely as bad as the things you’ve done.” George wrung his hands in his lap, staring at them.
“I just feel like you could both do better, dude. It’s like you guys feel like you have to get married because you’ve been together for so long,”
“Don’t say that.” George cringed, eyes closing as anger boiled up again.
“Don’t you think there’s a reason it took you a decade to ask her--”
“Don’t you think that’s my business, not yours?!” George snapped.
“Fine, it’s not my business, but I’m not going to stand around and watch you two pretend to be happy together.” Fred snapped back.
“Shut the fuck up!” George went to tackle his brother.
Downstairs, Y/N looked up, hearing the noise of the two physically fighting. She rolled her eyes, remembering years ago at school when it would happen every time they argued, which was rare. Now it felt like everyone in the house fought all the time. After several minutes of yelling and crashing noises, she heard rushing footsteps on the stairs. She sighed, pouring sugar into the fresh orange juice. The two barged into the kitchen, she didn’t stop.
“Y/N.” George ordered. Her eyebrows raised, not realizing he would be angry at her.
“George.” She spoke unwaveringly, not turning around from her juice.
“You and Fred are going to find something to do together and get your shit together. No more fighting, no more hiding your hatred for each other. Fight it out, talk it out, deal with it some way. Both of you. Work together and find him a girlfriend or something.” He muttered something under his breath about Fred needing to stay out of their relationship as he barged out of the kitchen. She didn’t hear the second pair of steps leave the kitchen.
“What did you do?” She asked, slowly turning around to look at Fred. He stared at the ground sheepishly.
“Crossed a few lines.” He mumbled.
“That’s not new.” She quietly chuckled. He rolled his eyes. “Guess we’ve got to start looking at the personal ads together.”
Hello my love! I absolutely ADORE the New Girl HP AU and ugh it’s so amazing. I was wondering if you could add me to the tag list for it please? Thank you so much i love youuu !!
a/n: i tried to do this from a gender neutral pov! i feel like a lot of people (myself included) forget that not everyone here is cis, and i want to do my best to make everyone feel as comfortable as possible.
warnings: some suggestive content, but nothing explicit.
- ginny is super protective of you. growing up with six brothers, she’s super tough, but she also has softer moments.
- she’s constantly torn between the idea that she has to be feminine, because she’s her mother’s only daughter, and the idea that she has to be tough to keep up with her brothers. you support her and love her either way.
- she loves it when you run your hands through her hair. loves it.
- you learn how to plait hair as an excuse to run your hands through ginny’s long red hair, because she loves it so much and secretly, so do you.
- cheering her on during quidditch matches and of course, wearing her sweater
- being a bit jealous of anyone who even looks at ginny for too long because ginny is so gorgeous and wonderful, and of all people she picked you
- fred, george, and ron all making you very aware that they’ve got their eyes on you, so you better not hurt her
- ginny loves to steal your clothes
- you have to start taking things back from her because you’ll be left with nothing to wear if she keeps taking your sweaters
- on the other hand, ginny adores seeing you wear things of hers (clothes, hair ties, jewelry, etc.)
- ginny giving you good morning kisses. every. single. day.
- she was probably really shy when she had a crush on you, but the second you start going out she became much more confident
- definitely into PDA, but just enough to let people know that you’re hers (hand holding, hugging, kisses that are just a bit too long)
- if she finds out someone is harassing you, god help them
- she definitely leaves noticeable lovebites on your neck/jaw because, again, she wants everyone to know that you’re hers
- she also loves when you do that for her, even though her brothers are super annoying about it
- shes definitely more dominant, but will be submissive if that’s something you’d be interested in
- she’s such a tease it isn’t even funny
- ginny definitely likes seeing how worked up you get over her, so she’ll make a point to send you sly looks during class, unbuttoning a few buttons of her shirt, running her hands up your thigh during dinner
- she loves to flirt with you, just to see you get all red in the face
- sometimes she pretends she doesn’t know you so she can strike up a conversation and pretend like she’s flirting with you for the first time
- alternatively, she will absolutely melt if you did anything like that to her
- if she finds out you’re insecure about something, she’ll make a point to say how much she loves that part of you
- like if you think that you’re too loud she’ll say that she loves how excitable you are, or if you think you’re too shy she’ll say how great of a listener you are, things like that
- if you’re insecure about a part of your body, she’ll pay extra attention to loving that part of you (kissing your stomach, squeezing your thighs, etc.)
- going on dates to hogsmeade together and sharing a butterbeer
- you know she’s insecure about her family background, but you assure her constantly that you don’t care about those things
- when her brothers realize you’re there to stay, they ease up on you bit
- getting invited to the burrow for christmas and kissing under the mistletoe
- doing all sorts of holiday things, like baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate, and snuggling by the fire
- getting a weasley sweater for christmas
- molly adores you, of course, because she sees how happy you make ginny
- becoming part of the family
- basically ginny is just super loving and will defend you, love you, and care for you with everything she has
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Okay so here’s some random Fred and George headcanons I have if they were muggles in modern day
Fred is low key obsessed with tik tok but he uses them to watch cute dog and cat videos and nothing else. Like all his friends fyp’s are like memes and tik tok dances and Fred’s is just the like one tik tok trend that’s like a video of a dog doing something than it cuts to them doing the same thing as a puppy
George was really good at English and Fred was really good at math in school but he really hated math. Both of them were pretty good at science in high school but Fred gravitated towards it more in college
The 100% were still the class clowns.
Also would make friends with certain teachers
They are the type to be friends with everyone from the really popular kids to the kids who ate alone at lunch
They despise bullies though. They won’t hesitate to stand up to a bully and then prank them as revenge
Fred drinks Monster energy like water and George gets starbucks every morning
George got his license before Fred and holds it over him all the time
They both share a car and therefore they will find random things inside the car that the other one left
Fred got nominated for homecoming court and won homecoming king in his junior year but he ditched the game and the dance to go driving with George and Lee
George is really good at promposals
Fred collects pokemon cards
Fred and George had bunk beds until they left for college
They fight over who gets what bunk every year
They had matching senior quotes
The scariest moment of Fred’s life was when he and George got into a fight and George didn’t come back in the morning
He had spent the night at Lee’s and went to school in the same clothing
In college they hated the food at the dining hall so they bought panini press and make sandwiches for themselves and their friends
Would buy candy in bulk then sell them to people at school for profit
Sometimes they would meet in the bathroom during class and switch clothes then go to each other's classes because they were both really bored
