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treat you better - cedric diggory/harry potter x fem!reader (part one)

summary: after a month of hints, you and hermione have given up on trying to get ron and harry to ask you two to the yule ball. but nothing sparks action like a little competition... from none other than hogwarts golden boy, cedric diggory.

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word count: 1.5k

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warnings: literally nothing, super fluffy, some jealousy

read part two here!

a/n: hi everyone! this series will likely be in two parts, and it'll follow the love triangle of cedric, y/n, and harry. it's also my first time writing ced, so hope you enjoy and pls reblog to support! (dannie this is for u @ur-local-reality-shifter ced would love ya)

“Boys!” Hermione exclaims, throwing her hand up, and you can’t help but agree. “They’re just so -- so --”

“Daft? Infuriating? Excrutiatingly unobservant?” you offered.

Hermione smiles a little at this, “all three.”

The two of you had been dropping hints left and right about the Yule Ball to Harry and Ron for the past month, trying to get them to ask you and Hermione to go. But it was all in vain, you should’ve known those two dimwits wouldn’t realize…

“Remind me again why we like them?” Hermione prompts, a sigh escaping her parted lips.

Your expression matches hers, full of disappointment, “I wish I could tell you, Mione, I really wish I could.”

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, do you think we should ask them ourselves??” the brunette asks.

You immediately freeze, “Oh Godric, no, I’m so bad at that. But you’re right, they’re never going to realize…” you groan, “say, we give them another week? And if they still haven’t asked us, we’ll take matters into our own hands.”

Hermione nods in agreement, and after a quick goodnight, you adjourn the emergency meeting and crawl into bed.

Little did you know, the universe had other plans.

------

It had been a fun Herbology lesson, although rather peculiar; Professor Sprout had brought the class to Greenhouse 2 and showed them how to extract bubotuber pus. As a result, you were covered with dirt but satisfied with your work.

As you headed out the door and turned onto the stone corridor that encircled Hogwarts, chatting happily with Hermione, you heard footsteps approach from behind. Turning around, you see Cedric running up to you, his scarf blowing in the wind, a grin on his face.

“Y/N! Wait up! Can I ask you something?” he queries, catching up to you.

Hermione looks at you, and you tilt your head, perplexed. “Well, I’ll see you later, Mione.” She nods, waves at Cedric, and heads off to her next class.

“Hey Ced, what’s up?” you greet him with a smile. Cedric was definitely one of your favourite seventh years by far. You’d met on the first day of school when you had gotten lost and he helped lead you back to the common room. He was like that, always lending a helping hand to anyone who needed it, without the slightest ulter motive. And ever since then, you’d become good friends, occasionally hanging out in your respective common rooms and laughing while catching up. He’d never approached you right after a class though, so you were rather confused as to why he’d chosen to do so today.

“How are you, Y/N/N?” Ced asks when he’s caught his breath.

“I’m alright! Herbology was good today, but I might still need your help later; new essay,” you grin, knowing the Hufflepuff excelled at the subject.

Cedric nods, “Sure! You know I’m happy to help; but that’s not why I’m here. I actually wanted to know if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Your jaw drops as you struggle to recollect yourself. Of all the things he could have said, this was not what you had expected. As you start to come to your senses, you realize, would this be so bad? It was really hard to dislike Cedric, and you doubted anyone but the Slytherins did. He was so kind and smart, not to mention easy on the eyes too. It’s just that you’d never really thought about this.

Cedric misinterprets the silence, hastily adding, “Of course, it’s completely up to you, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I’d obviously love it if you said yes…”

“No, no! I’m so honoured that you’ve asked me, and you’re such a sweet person, but I need some time to decide, if that’s okay?” you answer warmly.

The boy looks relieved, lending you one of his charming smiles, “Yes, for sure, you can let me know whenever you’re ready. And Y/N, this isn’t a joke or anything, I’m honestly asking you, I think it’d be nice to go.”

You can’t help it as a blush blooms on your cheeks as you nod, unable to form another sentence.

“Right, so see you in the library this afternoon? I need some help with Arithmancy, and we can get cracking on the Herbology essay too,” Cedric finishes.

“Yep! I’ll see you there,” you smile, and wave goodbye to the tall boy. Then you shyly turn away from him and head on after Hermione.

The moment you’re sure you’re out of his sight, your brain goes into overdrive, and your strides become faster and faster until you’re almost running. Spotting familiar brown curls, you rush over to your best friend and everything spills out. “Hermioneithinkcedjusaskedmetotheballnisaididthinkaboutitbuticantreallythinkrightnow”

Hermione’s eyes widen and she pats you on the back. “Woah, calm down Y/N/N… what happened? Slowly, and in English please.”

You glare at her, and she laughs. “Cedric happened. He just asked me to the Yule Ball. In the corridor; after you left!! And I didn’t know what to say so I said I’d think about it but I still don’t know what to say after thinking about it. HELP!”

You watch as your best friend processes the information, brows lifting and mouth opening to form a perfect “o”.

“Y/N… Cedric just asked you to the Yule Ball?! And you said you’d think about it?!!!” She shouts, and you immediately muffle the sound by covering her mouth. “Right, sorry. I’ll be quiet but, WHAT?”

You shrug, as flabbergasted as she is.

“I think you should go for it. I mean, this is Cedric Diggory we’re talking about. Quidditch star, good student, overall great person, and one of your closest friends. Why wouldn’t you say yes?”

“Because, er, I mean when you put it that way…” you struggle feebly. And she was right, Ced was no doubt one of the most popular Hogwarts students, professors and students alike loved him, and he’d never failed to make you laugh or comfort you after a bad grade. “But… What about Harry?” you protested.

Hermione lends you a sympathetic look. “Y/N/N, Harry hasn’t picked up on our hints for a month now… if you keep on waiting for him, you won’t have a date. I know you like him, but maybe Cedric is the change that you need! If you won’t give him a chance, do it for me, we’re in the same boat here.”

You wince, thinking about Ron’s lack of observational skills. “Okay, Mione, we’ll see where this goes,” you agree, and your friend beams.

At 5pm, you headed down to the library for your study session with the Hufflepuff boy, your heart was hammering away in your chest, and you prayed it wasn’t showing on the outside.

As you spotted a familiar figure making its way towards your table, you immediately stood up, and sat back down again, not sure what to do.

“Hi Y/N, nice to see you again,” he smiles warmly, and that cements the choice you’ve made.

“Hey Ced, same here! I just wanted to say that I’ve thought about what you said, and my answer is yes, I’d love to go to the Yule Ball with you. Thank you for waiting,” you blurt out, and immediately turn a bright shade of red.

A huge grin lights up the boy's face and he quickly replies, "Oh my god, we’ll have so much fun together! You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that, Y/N; much, much longer than a day."

And before you can even begin to take in what he had just said, you two got back into the groove of studying, and it felt as if nothing had changed as you giggled at his little jokes and he high-fived you every time you got a question correct… almost.

The next morning, you went about your day as usual, eating breakfast at the Great Hall before heading down to the quidditch pitch for practice. It was a beautiful day out, and your team was performing incredibly well; it boosted all your moods when practice ended and your captain complimented everyone.

As you leave the pitch, you see Cedric approaching you again, and your heart speeds up.

“Y/N! I was wondering, if you’re free this afternoon, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? There’s a new restaurant there and we could get lunch.”

How could you resist that grin and those wavy golden locks of his? “I mean, I might be a little busy, y’know, hanging out with some other friends of mine,” you tease.

He picks up on the joke and joins in with a wink, “Mhm… as long as they aren’t boys, can’t have you stolen away before I get to properly date you.” As if on cue, he picks a flower from the grass and tucks it behind your ear, brushing aside a strand that had gotten onto your face.

You can’t help but smile. “Alright, maybe I’ll go with you,” you concede, and Cedric gives you a celebratory peck on the cheek. As he pulls back to look at you, an involuntary grin tugs the corners of his lips up; he'd never get tired of making you happy.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Hermione and two very familiar boys had caught the whole scene from the other side of the bleachers. Your best friend was absolutely delighted, seeing how kind and romantic Cedric was… but unlike Hermione, Harry was far from happy.

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In and Out of Love

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Summary: You and George had made a silent agreement, a silent promise, the minute you stepped into the twins shared bedroom after Fred had passed. You both knew how intense and unforgiving the grieving process could be. It would be relentless and terrifying, but you both couldn't bare to talk to the other, to share in your feelings of loss. It was all too much. So, the room stayed silent. For weeks. Neither of you daring to glance in the other direction unless absolutely necessary. Unable to bare witness to what the grief had done to the other.

But, promises were meant to be broken, and the realization comes quicker than expected that you would have to face each other in order to heal.

Chapter One| A Silent Agreement

Warnings: lots of angst and some fluff?

A/N: yikes, sorry if this sucks but this idea has been on my mind FOREVER. And I needed to get it out. Sorry if George's character isn't great so please let me know if there's anything I can improve on!!

The first step into what was once George and Fred's shared room was terrifying. His clothes were still left scattered around on what was "his" side of the room. His scent, his personality, lingered on everything. A sob caught in your throat as you entered, making your way to sit on the bed you shared with Fred many nights before.

//

"Shhh Darling, they'll only find out that you're in here if you keep giggling." Fred chuckled quietly as you held back a laugh threatening to escape from your lips.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it Freddy." You whispered back as you snuggled closer to his side. He had snuck you out of Ginny's bedroom and into his for what seemed like the millionth time, but each time felt like the first time.

He watched as you made yourself comfortable, sleep eventually engulfing you.

"I love you Y/n." He spoke, more for himself to hear than anything.

You smiled to yourself, hearing the words neither of you had said yet in your relationship.

"I love you too Freddy." You smiled to yourself as he tensed, making you realize he hadn't noticed you were still awake. His face turned crimson as he chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer to his warm chest. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead as he let sleep take him as well.

//

The memory left as fast as it had came and you were left with nothing. The loneliness hit you like a dump truck, the same way it had hit you when you saw Fred, lying there, unmoving.

A few stray tears escaped, bringing you back to the reality you now had to face. A reality without Fred Weasley.

You hadn't let yourself break down completely, not yet. The feeling of loss too overwhelming. It had only made you feel numb, cold, lost. It hadn't let you succumb to the tears you knew would one day wreak havoc on you. A day you knew was coming sooner rather than later.

Footsteps brought you out of your trance. You looked up to be met with the eyes of the other half of the weasley twins. One you couldn't bare to look at too long as it reminded you far to much of the love you had lost. George knew this too. He knew just looking at him broke you into pieces. He insisted you sleep in Ginny or even Ron's room, to avoid the pain he would inevitably cause you. But, you disagreed, you wanted to sleep in Fred's bed. You hoped that maybe it would help you grieve, help you move past what once was.

If only you had realized how hard it would truly be to wake up every day, met with George sitting across the room from you. It pained you to look George in the eyes. It hurt more than you could've imagined when you agreed to stay in the twins room.

~~

The first week was awful. Neither of you could sleep. Neither of you said a word. George stared up at the ceiling, hoping that maybe this was all a nightmare, and that he'd hear his twin laugh from across the room. That his twin would offer up some ridiculous new thing to add to the store that he of course would agree too.

But that didn't happen. The silence was deafining. It was making him go insane. He looked over to see you curled up into a ball, facing away from him. You were holding on to something but he couldn't quite tell what it was. He let out a sigh, the grief had left him numb too. His body not yet giving in to the cries that would eventually take over in the process of healing. To say he was terrified was an understatement. Terrified of what this world would be like without his brother, without the dynamic duo that was once him and his brother, Fred.

You had felt his eyes on you, but you couldn't bare to roll over and look at him, to say something. The stuffed bear Fred had given you for your second anniversary was tucked tightly underneath your arm. Serving as the tiniest bit of relief to what you had bottled up inside.

Everytime you closed your eyes you saw Fred. But not an image of Fred you wanted to see. It haunted you and kept you from the sleep that oh so wished to take over your body.

You couldn't remember when you finally fell asleep. Had it been an hour? 10 minutes? You were unsure. The light from outside streamed into the room through the faded curtains on the window. Sitting up, you noticed George was awake, but facing away from you.

A knock from the door tore your eyes away from the red headed boy. You swallowed hard, afraid of any social interaction outside of the thoughts you fought with inside your mind. The door creaked open only far enough for the mystery person to set a tray of food down on the floor. You could see a small note left with the tray, assuming it was for the two of you to read.

You waited for them to be gone before you slowly got yourself out of bed to grab the tray. There were two sandwiches, some fruit and some granola bars. What you could only assume was breakfast.. or lunch. You still hadn't looked to see what time it was. The clock on the wall giving you the answer you needed as it read 11:15am.

The note sat on the tray, folded in half with the words "George and Y/n" written in it. You felt bad for opening it without George, but he'd have the chance to read it later. Slowly, you unfolded the note. It was easy to tell Molly's handwriting from the rest of the Wesley's.

"My dearest children George and Y/n.

Please eat something. Just a little for me darlings?

You're not alone in this. We have to be here for each other through this loss. We're stronger as a family.

I love you both, take your time.

Molly"

A few tears escaped as you placed the note down. You realized how selfish you both had been in pushing away the rest of the family. It wasn't just you two who had lost Fred, there was a whole family downstairs who had also lost Fred. Molly and Arthur had lost a son, Ginny and Ron had lost their older brother, someone they looked up to. Bill, Charlie and Percy had lost their younger brother. A brother who they saw themselves in every day he grew.

It felt unfair to hide away from everyone else when they just wanted to help. They wanted to grieve with you and try to make it easier. But it was so hard. It was hard to move, hard to make any sense of the thoughts constantly screaming at you inside your head. You knew eventually you would face the rest of the family.. but it couldn't be now. No, not now.

Picking away at the food, you eventually were able to down the sandwich and an apple, stuffing a granola bar in your pocket for later.

Looking up you saw George was still sat in the same position he was when you first got up. Staring off at the wall away from you. He needed to eat too. Slowly, you got up off the hard ground and carried the tray over to his bed and set it down lightly. It felt wrong to touch him. Like you were invading his personal space. Yet, you didn't stop yourself from gently placing a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the sudden touch. He didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to face you, knowing the pain he brought you. You knew this too. You had to let his face not haunt you, but heal you.

You tugged on his shoulder lightly, giving him the silent okay that he could turn around. He sighed, knowing that even through your approval that it would hurt you. Eventually, he turned around, looking up at you as you stood next to his bed. His eyes were puffy and red, a quick reminder of the reality you both faced.

You tried to give him a small smile as you gestured to the tray of food in front of you. Gently you pushed Molly's note towards him, to signify he should read it too. Goerge gave you a nod, and looked down at the food in front of him. He gulped, not knowing if he'd be able to stomach the food, given his current state. But, he tried. He got half the sandwich and a granola bar down before he had to push the tray away, afraid he'd throw it all up.

The room had somehow gotten darker. The light that once invaded the room slowly slipping away behind the horizon. The clock now read 7:30pm. You wondered how the time went by so fast, but realized how fast time had gone by lately for the both of you. It was lunch one minute and before you knew it, it was dark out. Time meant nothing to you two. At this point it was simply a way to know when to expect a mystery person at your door.

One time Ron had tried to come in, to say something to the two of you. Needless to say he was immediately met with a shoe inches away from his face. George couldn't handle the rage of his emotions. He just wanted to be left alone. It made him happy that you two had made the silent agreement to not say anything to each other. At least not for now. You had hoped that one day Molly wouldn't try to come in as you were afraid she'd be met with same fate as Ron. A heavy object thrown merely inches from her face. That would be the day he hears it, grieving or not.

~~

A few more weeks went by of the same routine. Sleep barely at all, get up, try to eat whatever food had been left by the door, and then try to go back to sleep. The nights had been silent, neither of you daring to let yourself succumb to anything. It was still too numbing. You felt crazy for not crying. Every muggle movie you had watched where someone died, the main character broke down in tears, sobbing until no air was left in their lungs. You assumed it would be like that if you ever lost someone you loved. However, it was completely different. You had barely cried, same with George. Everything was just numb. Nothing felt like it had life to it. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. It felt like you were living with 1000 pounds on your chest everyday, constricting everything, making you feel small and helpless.

This night though. This night would be different to what you were used to.

You had been used to quiet nights. Sleepless, but quiet nights. Especially from George. He slept less than you, at least thats what you thought. His eyes were always red with bags under them as if he hadn't slept for months. Sleep had finally granted you some peace, but not for long as a blood curdling scream scared you wide awake into a sitting position. You had no hesitation looking over to George who was now sitting up, sweating buckets, his hair sticking to his face. He had his head buried in his hands, with his knees tucked tight up to his chest. He was shaking slightly, afraid that he was still stuck in the nightmare.

It pained you to see him like this. It hurt to see how badly this nightmare affected him. You waited up with him silently to see if it would pass and he could go back to sleep. Minutes passed that seemed like hours, yet he stayed stuck in the same position, haunted by what he had seen.

Something pulled you out of bed. Something that knew, in this moment, George Weasley needed someone. He needed someone to comfort him, and if that person was you, so be it. As you walked over to his bed, thoughts plagued you of what could happen. You were afraid he'd lash out, not wanting you near him. Afraid he'd want to deal with this on his own. But you knew, you were being drawn over to his bed for a reason. He needed your help.

You slowly made your way to the side of his bed. As you looked down at his shaking figure, you couldn't stop a tear that fell down the side of your face. Thinking he already knew you were there, you gave him a second to look up. Yet, he didn't. The fear incapsulated him, took control of his mind and body in this moment. He hadn't even realized you had gotten out of bed, let alone that you were stood next to him. Realizing that you'd have to do something, you sat down next to him, carefully, afraid he'd snap at any minute. He did however feel the bed sink next to him. Still, he didn't dare to look at who occupied the space.

You knew you'd have to do more. To help him get out of whatever he was stuck in. Looking him up and down, he resembled a young boy. A scared, helpless young boy. Carefully, you lightly grabbed his hand and pulled them away from his face. He tried to hide his face again to no avail. It forced him to look at you, to realize he was indeed here, at home, safe.

He read the sadness in your eyes, but he was too afraid to do anything. So, you did something for him. You gently cupped his cheek with your hand. A way to signify that you were real, you were here. He leaned into your touch, feeling weak and helpless. You wiped a tear away that fell down his cheek and gave him a weak, half-assed smile. The line of the silent agreement had definitely been crossed, but if for just this moment, you felt it was ok, and he did too.

Gesturing to the part of the bed that was unoccupied, he knew what you were asking and he nodded, a silent plea in hopes that you would stay with him. Lifting the covers, you made yourself comfy underneath them, joining the weasley boy in the small twin size bed. In any other scenario you would think this was wrong. Sleeping in the same bed as your late boyfriends brother? Any other time you would've felt ashamed, but you knew that this moment between you two wasn't anything, but platonic. It was a friend trying to comfort another friend who was dealing with the same loss.

George looked down at you, scared that you'd disappear at any second and leave him alone. You knew what he was thinking and for the first time since you had entered the room many weeks ago, you spoke to him.

"I'm here." You spoke, barely above a whisper. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he slowly laid down next to you. You let him lay his head on your chest as you gently wrapped your arms around him. Letting him know you weren't going anywhere. It was in this moment that he finally let himself release everything he had bottled up. He felt safe in your arms. He felt like he wasn't alone for once.

George turned into a mess in your arms, sobs escaping his lips, as he gripped onto you. You stroked his hair lightly, letting him do what he needed. He was on his way to letting himself move past. Letting himself hurt and feel. Tears stained your shirt as you continued to comfort him. His hair was sticking to his face and in every direction imaginable. But it had flattened down nicely as you ran your hands through it. You wondered why you hadn't felt this way yet. Why you hadn't let yourself break down. Maybe it was the walls you had built up over the last weeks. Unable to let yourself become vulnerable like George had now. You knew it would hit you eventually, not wanting to think about that moment. All you could think about now was helping George.

Eventually he calmed down, your shirt soaked from his tears, but it didn't bother you. He was sound asleep, his head still resting on your chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. Afraid to let you go. You let out a sigh. You were scared of the day you'd end up like this in George's arms as he held you, your sobs controlling you, making your body shake uncontrollably. Scared of what consequences that would bring the two of you. Scared of the clear line you had both crossed tonight.

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Something more infinite (George Weasley x reader)

Description: You and George Weasley were not friends, in fact you were sort of enemies. Since your third year at Hogwarts, you’d been enthralled in a feud that consisted of constant teasing and ruining each other’s plans. A more wise person would probably say that it would be wiser to stay away from each other, but where’s the fun in that? 

Chapter 1: Now shake hands and be friends. 

Chapters: 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (final) |

Word count: 1.3K 

Warnings: None. 

You had been called many things already at the age of 13, though the words had ranged from menace from your father, to little shit by your cousins to devil by your mother they had always been said with a shake of the head and a grin. Sure, you were a lot, even you could see that but you weren’t truly terrible. Your high energy and affinity for pranks made you fun and lovable, at least in your youthful opinion. Hogwarts had been a blessing, it was like your private playground where you could lay out as many pranks as possible and thanks to the vastness of the castle’s twisting corridors, you would sometimes first see the results days later, like a sort of belated present from you to yourself. This was going well so far, you hadn’t been caught yet at least, even three years into your education at the castle. Well, actually it had been going well. Someone had recently taken to dismantling your traps, and you’d have to go back to check them, only to find them ruined (most often with the prank products themselves missing and not a single victim in sight). At first you’d suspected Filch had become too good at sniffing out your traps but you figured Filch would confiscate everything he found, without leaving behind whatever you’d used to set it all up. After almost two months without a single successful prank, you were more than livid; after all, pranks took time and just as much brains as it took a sense of humor, how could anyone just ruin your hard work?! 

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The Dress He Picked (George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: It’s almost the end of summer, so you and your boyfriend George take to the mall to get clothes for the new school year.

Word Count: 1,405 (wow)

A/N: this was literally from my dream last night. I have been writing this all day and I just had to make a story about it. Also I am in love with George its legit an obsession <3 also idk if this is considered modern or not, so I’m leaving the title as it is :)

Warnings: HOT MAKEOUT SCENE (jk but kinda not), fluffy stuffy, angelina x fred relationship (lol)

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Summer was over again. No more late nights. No more fun parties. No more stupid decisions with your friends. 3 months had passed and it was time to go back to school.

“Wow 3 days left until the first day of our senior year. That’s crazy, right?” You say, riding in the back passenger seat while your boyfriend’s twin drives. You guys were on your way to a shopping mall to get new clothes and things for the new school year. 

“No shit. It feels like it’s been a week!” your boyfriend George said. “I completely agree George. But honestly, its been so much fun.” His brother Fred said, moving his hand from the gear shift to his girlfriend Angelina’s thigh. She giggled and they had a very awkward moment that made you and George cringe in your seats. “You two are abominable.” You said, causing George to laugh and wrap an arm around you from the seat next to you. 

After a few more minutes of chit chat and laughter, you finally made it to the mall and parked. You all walked in together, each couple holding each others hands, though Angelina and Fred were all over each other. You looked over and rolled your eyes with a smile while George looked at you and chuckled. 

“All right. Angie and I are going this way,” Fred stated, pointing to his left. “and we are going the opposite of you.” George responded, pointing to his right. “Great! We are all on the same page!” Fred clapped his hands together before violently getting dragged away by Angelina who wanted to go to Bath and Body Works to looks at candles. You and George looked at each other and laughed. What an odd couple those two were.

You two began making your way through the huge building, passing many different stores and carts of random things. You passed a store with a mannequin in the window that had an adorable outfit on. George noticed your sudden attraction to it and pulled you in the store. “Awe George we didn’t have to stop here. I know you wanted to-” He put a finger on your lips and shushed you. “It’s on the way. Why not take a little detour?” You smiled at him and began walking toward some of the clothes in the store.

For a Saturday in a popular mall, it was fairly empty. This store only had one or two employees working. One at the counter and another stocking some shelves of jeans in the back. You sorted through the shirts and shorts, grabbing some and handing them to George who was lovingly holding them and watching you make decisions. After a few minutes of walking around and handing stuff to him, he finally spoke up and asked if you were going to try them on. You looked back at his arms which were completely full of clothes and laughed a little. “Yes of course!” You exclaimed. “I guess I got a bit...”

“Carried away? Overzealous? Enthusiastic?” George smiled at you as you pushed him lightly. “Hey! Don’t be mean!” You guys both laughed and began walking to the dressing rooms. 

“Ok I will be super quick, I promise.” You closed the door to the dressing room as George sat on a bench across from the small room. “Are you sure you don’t need help in there, darling? I am a great sidekick!” You giggled at his persistence as you slid off your clothes and began changing. Every outfit, you would come out of the room to show George who, in turn, would comment something about how gorgeous or sexy you looked in the outfit (which wasn’t always helpful when trying not to spend all of your money in the same place). 

On your last outfit, you walked out to show George, but he wasn’t in his usual sitting spot. “George?” you called out. Suddenly, he turned the corner in a light jog, holding something in his hands. “You called, is everything ok?” He put a hand on your arm. You grinned and reassured him, then proceeded to question the item in his hands.

“Oh! I noticed this earlier and forgot to tell you about it... I thought you would look really pretty in it and I was wondering if you would maybe...” You smiled at his adorable yet sudden shyness. You took it from him and put a hand on his cheek. “Yes. Of course I will.” He grabbed your hand with a smile and you kissed his forehead before walking back into the dressing room.

You changed out of the previous outfit, throwing it into your “Yes” pile and changed into the dress George had picked out. ‘Wow.’ you thought. ‘This is absolutely stunning. Nice pick Georgie.’ You admired yourself for a moment before you heard your childish boyfriend yell to see you. You shook your head with a chuckle and opened the door, stepping out to see your boyfriend looking bored out of his mind.

When he saw you though, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It was as if he was looking at you for the first time again. You could have sworn you saw drool drip from his mouth. You laughed aloud. “Will you stop it?!” You said with a smile. He stood up and began slowly walking towards you. “Holy shit, y/n. You look absolutely, ridiculously, bewitchingly gorgeous.” He pulled you in for a hug and you hugged him back. “Thank you, Georgie, but you should be applauding yourself for this. You picked it.” He pulled away, still holding onto your waist firmly. “Oh trust me, I know. I did a smashing job.” He smiled, looking you up and down from his arms before looking back up at your eyes with a wicked smile. You smiled back when suddenly you felt his lips crash onto yours. You kissed George back, getting dangerously close to moving it into the dressing room behind you. He had you pushed against the wall, your hands sprawled in his hair and his holding tightly around your waist. He was about to move to your neck when someone shouted from behind George. 

“Hey!” It was a female’s voice. George pulled off of you to turn around, hands still planted and wild ginger hair poking in every direction. “I hate to break up... whatever this is, but if you guys aren’t going to buy anything, you need to leave.” She said, crossing her arms in the archway. “Oh,” George replied. “We are definitely buying stuff.” You stifled your laughter while the woman just rolled her eyes and walked away. George turned back at you and you both burst out laughing. “That was embarrassing.” You said as your red face began to die down. “It was but who cares because I got exactly what I wanted from this dress. You are getting it. No exceptions.” He let go of you so you could get changed. “No I completely agree. Especially if it gets that reaction out of you.” You smiled and closed the door. “You can always get that out of me darling. Especially without the dress if you know what I mean...” You jokingly scolded him and you both laughed. 

You changed back into your clothes and handed George the items from the ‘Yes’ pile, putting the rest on a rack at the end of the hall. You both walked to the cashier and George paid, even though you insisted he didn’t and fought to put the card into the reader. The woman handed him the bag and you both walked out arm-in-arm. 

After shopping at the store George originally wanted to go to and a few more after that, you met back up with Fred and Angelina at the entrance, bags sprawled all over everyone’s arms. They had walked up with ice cream cones while you and George had a cup full of pretzel bites. You all walked to the car together, setting everything in the backseat of the car and piling back in the way you had started.

“So, how did shopping go, guys?” Fred asked, pulling out of the parking spot and driving away from the large building. “Oh. It was... eventful...” George slid an arm around your shoulder as you both looked at each other and laughed. Summer might be over, but there are most definitely many more memories to come. 

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[sanctimoniousslytherpuff]

Your Sworn Enemy (Modern George Weasley x Reader AU)

Summary: You’re facetiming your best friends, Angelina and Katie late at night, talking about most horrendous classmate imaginable in the entire school.

Word Count: 753

A/N: I wrote this as a filler and I’ve started a few little ones for me to take up time before a big one comes because IT IS FINALLY SUMMER AND I HAVE TIME TO WRITE AGAIN. It is also super late when I’m writing this and I’m on facetime with my best friend while he plays piano. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you guys

Warnings: very fluffy, cussing(?), alludes to sex ONCE. ONE TIME.

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“Come on guys!” You say behind laughter.

“Well he’s such a complete arse to you.” One of your best friends, Angelina, says over the facetime call you’re on with her and your other best friend Katie. 

“Out of everyone, you are always the brunt of his cruel joke and snide remarks. He truly is the worst person I have ever laid eyes upon. There is no doubt in my mind he will ever find a girlfriend like that.” Katie says. “Yes. He’s your sworn enemy!” Angeline added, causing her and Angelina to burst out laughing. You stayed curled up under your blanket, your half-closed book in one hand and phone in the other, calmly and quietly snickering along.

“I completely agree.” You reply. “George Weasley is the most vile and horrific man that has ever been put on this planet. Truly, I can’t believe anyone could ever stand him. I feel bad for his parents.” The three of you laugh. 

“Speaking of his family,” Katie spoke up, “how’s the ‘loverboy’ of the devil spawn’s twin, Angie?” Angelina began to blush while you and Katie giggled. “He’s amazing, actually. Honestly I don’t see why George is such a dreadful human. Fred is just spectacular. So kind, smart, and might I add, absolutely mind-blowing in the bedroom.” She slightly moaned. You and Katie joking made grossed out faces. “Oh don’t even say that!” Angelina joked. “What about you and Dean Thomas, huh Katie?!”

Her face got as red as a strawberry, a large smile enlightening her face. “We’re really good, actually. I know it has only been a few months, but I really do like him. We haven’t done anything like yourself, Angie, but we’re doing very well. Its moving as smoothly as it should be at this point and I couldn’t be happier.”

You and Angie smiled and let out small “awws”. You were very glad to see your good friend truly happy after such a long period of terrible heartbreaks. 

“How about you Y/N? Anyone catch your eye recently?” Angie poked. 

“Yeah. You’re absolutely stunning, Y/N. I am very surprised you haven’t been picked up but some of the most gorgeous men at Hogwarts.” Katie said with a smile. “Yeah, there are some very good options there. Like Cedric Diggory.” Angelina said.

“Yes! Or Oliver Wood!” Katie perked up to add.

“Harry Potter”

“Neville Longbottom”

“Seamus Finnigan”

“Ron Weasley, at this point,”

You tilted your head up and laughed in attempt to stop your friends’ constant suggestions. You looked back down and took a breath through a smile. “Well...”

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your chin and pulled it off screen, engrossing you in the most passionate kiss you had ever had before letting go and comfortably finding the spot it had been laying in next to you in bed previously. You looked back to the camera with an open mouth smile, blush threatening to crawl all throughout your body.

“Y/N L/N?! WHO WAS THAT!?” Angelina screamed at the phone, Katie loudly and excitedly freaking out on the other side of the phone.

Before you could respond, the body next to you replied, “her boyfriend, you dimwit.”

The girls went silent. “Is that who I think it is? It can’t be, right?” Katie quietly smiled.

As you opened your mouth to speak, he sat up next to you and took the phone out of your hands, facing the camera to his tired face and running a hand through his long, fiery hair.

“Yes. It’s her sworn enemy. Now I’ve let this go on long enough so can she please go to bed so she can keep reading her book until she gets bored and falls asleep in bed with me?”

The girls stayed silent, jaws agape as he passed the phone back to you. You looked at your freckled boyfriend then smirked at the frozen girls. “I guess this is goodnight girls. I’ll text you in the morning. Love you!” 

You waved to them before hitting the red “End” button in the top right hand corner of the screen. You plugged your phone into the charger on the nightstand and set a bookmark in your book, laying it gently next to your device. George then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, kissing along your neck. 

“Thank god that’s finally over.” He said. You smiled, contently falling asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

Or as your best friends refer to him, your sworn enemy.

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[slytherweasley]

Smutober/Kinktober- sex dream (Ron Weasley x reader)

Warnings: oral, penetration

“Fuck Ron, i need you” you whisper in his ear “How do you want it?” “Take me right here, in the kitchen.” You start to discard your clothes until you’re in your underwear. He picks you up putting you on the counter and slides off your underwear.

Ron attacks your clit with his lips sucking desperately and licking up and down. His fingers move inside you pounding into you. “Shit, feels amazing” you praise him “Ron, I’ve wanted this for the longest time” “Me too.”

He adds another finger inside you, stretching you out in order to prepare you for his dick. “Fuck” you yell “I’m close” you moan and he feels you pulse around his fingers as you finish.

You help him out of his pants, his dick already hard, he feels the pleasure as he moves inside you, you’re tight around him. “Feels so good” he says “We should’ve done this years ago” you moan “We really should have.”

Ron pounds into you using every ounce of strength he has left. “Shit I’m close” you moan “Me too, so close.”

Ron mumbles and moans in his sleep, he woke you up after tossing and turning in his sleep. You thought it was a nightmare. “y/n” a moan escapes from his mouth.

You repeat his name shaking him. He opens his eyes feeling edged “Shit” he mumbles coming to the realisation that it was just a dream. “Are you okay?” “Yeah sorry I don’t know what you heard” “It’s okay, don’t apologise it happens to everyone, you shouldn’t be embarrassed” Ron felt a sense of relief. “Thanks, it’s a bit embarrassing though” “I have them almost every night, if it helps it’s sometimes about you too” Ron turns red.

“You have them about me?” “Yeah, you’re my best friend, of course I do” “Oh wow, I didn’t know that’s how you felt” “Yeah I care about you a lot.” “I’m glad you’re not mad” “You can tell me about it, I sometimes like to analyse them and find the deeper meaning behind it all” Ron was confused, was he in another dream? He can’t be, this feels real.

“I guess I can tell you, it might be awkward” “It’s okay, it won’t be.” “Uh well it started as normal, we were sitting down in the kitchen and you kind of came onto me” “How?” He turns bright red “Well you kind of pinned me against the counter and told me some stuff.” “Every detail counts, can you remember what i said to you?” “y/n this is so embarrassing” “No it’s not, keep going” he wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not but you looked genuinely interested.

“Well you asked if I wanted to fuck you, I said yes and you told me to take you there in the kitchen” you stop him “Hold up, what?” “Well it means you want me to fuck you in the kitchen” he explains “Oh no, what are you talking about?” “Nothing, what are you talking about?” “Well I thought we were talking about your nightmare, I think it’s the opposite of that.”

Ron hides his face with his hands “How the hell did you think I was moaning your name because it was a nightmare?” “I didn’t think you had those dreams about me.”

“This is so awkward” he refuses to look at you “Its okay” “No it’s not, it’s embarrassing” “A little but I’ve definitely dreamt about you like that before.” “Lying to me only makes things worse” “I’m not lying” “Yes you are, girls don’t dream of sex” I laugh “You are so wrong.”

“Never talk to me again” he says “It’s not that big of a deal” “Yes it is!” “I touch myself and I think about you” you admit, he looks at you for the first time. “There you go, we are even now” “No way” he says “I do, we have been friends for a long time but I’ve been doing it for a while.”

“Why?” I smile “Why do you think?” “I honestly don’t know” “I think you’re hot” Ron kisses you, you kiss him back.

“Do you actually want to fuck me? For real this time?” You ask “Yes, it’s an easy yes.” Ron undresses you, he unclips your bra massaging your breasts then takes off your underwear. “Fuck, is this actually real?” “Yes, it really is.”

You take off his shirt throwing it across the room while he takes off his pants. “I’m so ready for this” you admit “So am I.”

Ron takes off his underwear, his dick stands tall, he’s bigger than you’d expected. “Ready?” He asks “Yeah, do it.“

He pushes himself into you, he shifts his weight to his arms resting beside you. The two of you make out, moaning against each other’s lips as he pounds into you, it felt so much better than in the dream.

[sanctimoniousslytherpuff]

hey yall...

this is embarassing lmao but im back from a long hiatus. depression is super fun :p anyways I missed you all but I’m back! if you guys have any requests please send them in! I am going to be working on something that kinda pertains to my real life but not really??? idk please help me lmao

[ohwowimlonley-deactivated202208]

could you write a nsfw alphabet with george weasley perhaps??

I fucking!!!! Love him ngl

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bath time with him 🥺🥺 he’d give you a bath with your favourite bath bombs, wash your body for you, let’s you eat chocolate in the bath. He’s also v v respective of all your boundaries, asks you for permission every time before he touches you, gives you space, let’s you come to him

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On you?? Ass. Obviously. He’s absolutely besotted by it. He loves to grip on it, dig his nails in, leave marks, slap it and watch it wobble

On him? Probably his abs. Not to be vulgar but he’d absolutely die if you were to be domming him and start sucking on his ab muscles, digging your fingers in and leaving great big marks

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay but breeeeeeeding kink babe. Honestly, he loves it. He just absolutely has to cum inside of you, has to fill you up so good. It makes him get hard all over again, watching his own cum drip from your tiny cunt

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ahem. You all know this but I am adamant that his is a sub. He would be such a good boy for you, all cute and malleable. But that doesn’t mean he won’t dominate you if you ask nicely

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely knows his way around down there, but he’s not an expert. You can definitely teach him a thing or two and the same for him. He’s also absolutely adorable about asking for your help teaching him something

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He takes anything you give him, tbh. But he does very much love it when you let him take you against the wall. It makes him feel all big and strong to pin you against the wall but still be completely under your control

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not really, he’s mostly too busy making you cum to think about making jokes about anything

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s probably a redhead down there, a little darker but not much. He keeps himself trimmed well enough, not bald or anything but it doesn’t get in the way

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He’s so fucking cute and sweet and just- ugh I fucking love him. Sometimes, he’d stop you in the middle of everything just to remind you he loves you, very matter of fact-ly and cute. Also, he wraps his arms around you so fucking tight, buries his head in your neck and squeezes you until he thinks you understand how much he loves you

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He has a really high drive, so if you’re not there or too tired or just plain don’t wanna then he’ll help himself. He has to ask permission first, though, because he’s mommy’s good little boy

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay so we know I think he has a mommy kink, this is old news; the way he’d look at you like you were the best thing in the world and beg for mommy’s help. What I wanna talk about is how he obviously has somnophilia. He would just melt if he woke up with you on top of him, using him

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

I’m the dorm room. It doesn’t really matter to him if the other boys are there, close the curtains and cast a muffalito and you’re a okay. They can still see the bed shaking though and that thought makes him all fuzzy

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You being mean. He doesn’t like it all the time in bed but if you’re out in the great hall for breakfast and the boys start teasing him, you’re gonna start off on them and when he sees you all protective and mean to everyone but him his cock twitches a little

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t ever hurt you in bed. He’s fine with being a dom and taking control but it’s a whole other thing for him to slap you around. He’s completely okay with sexual torture tho ;)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh this man is such a giver. He’d spend years in between your thighs, drinking everything you give him. He’s so fucking good at it too, gets you shaking for him within minutes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He does whatever you tell him to do, honestly. You control how he does everything. But when he’s in charge, he just goes ape shit. He’s so fast, not necessarily rough but more uhh disregarding the fact that you might need to use your legs again

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. He’ll do it, of course he would, but he’d much rather be in the comfort of your room, with enough time to do anything he wanted (as long as you say he can). He’d ask for one before every quidditch match, because you’re his good luck charm

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

So game to experiment. Anything you wanna try, he’s so there for it. Except if it puts you in any semblance of danger, he’s not down for that

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Like four- five rounds max. He doesn’t last ages, not when it’s you. Because, well, it’s you

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He absolutely loves it when you use things on him, cock rings, rope, anything you’re willing to give him. He’d also melt if you used a pretty little princess plug on yourself, to keep full of his cum

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t do it on purpose- honestly he can’t tell when he’s being way too attractive but he loves it when you tease him. It makes his cheeks go red and lips go all pouty and it’s so cuteee

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s so loud for you. He’s all soft sounds thigh, whines and whimpers and tiny little moans

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Taking this opportunity to talk about ceo!georgie. He’d be so big and strong in work hours, so controlling of everyone else. But behind closed doors he’s so subby and needy for you. He’d be a total brat about it though, try to fight you on it but you’d give him the look and he’d be on his knees in a second

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 7-8 inches long, not incredibly thick but he’s definitely not skinny

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So fucking high, he’s always so needy for you. When he’s not needy though, he always offers to help you out

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t sleep until after you have, holds you as you fall asleep on him. After that, he’s zonked

[sassyabbs]

Smut headcanons: George Weasley.

[Notes: Well, a little love to my man, bless his hands.

Also, I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, english isn't my first language. And I'm sorry for taking so long]

WARNINGS: NSFW! CONTENT, thigh riding, slightly Dom/sub, hand kink (?), sexual innuendo in public (but not so clear), a little vainilla.

Honestly, having sex for George Weasley had never been a priority.

Sure he enjoyed it, but he never found it to be something to get addicted to.

He remembered fifth year, how his friend Lee would throw his head back talking about the wonderful blow job that a girl had given him. It was never like that for him.

Sure he had his tastes and Lee his, but even when he was pulling a girl's hair in sixth year, something he had been dreaming about a few months ago, it didn't feel so great. It was weird, he even thought his friends were pretending how much they liked sex.

But he also knew that he had never loved any girl he had sex with.

So when Fred and George hired you to serve customers in their store, he hung around you for about a year, unable to touch you.

It was unbearable, you stayed away because you didn't want to get involved with someone from work and less a boss as direct as George.

But not being able to touch you drove him crazy. He had to watch you flit all over the place every day, unable to do anything, just look at you and have little talks.

It was no surprise that after a few more in-depth talks in the backstore, you finally said yes to a date and it ended up with the two of you in bed.

That time it was definitely something, the two of them came fast and hard, looking into each other's eyes and forgetting about everything.

It was devastating for George, who soon dragged you into his arms and fell asleep in your bed.

You both didn't get their hands off each other in the morning either, not at breakfast either, and at the end you had a quickie before George rushed to lunch at The Burrow.

Of course when he showed up to his parents' house in yesterday's clothes, wet hair and sparkling eyes Fred couldn't help but laugh out loud and annoy him for the rest of the afternoon.

But he didn't care, he was so caught up in that feeling that there wasn't anything but your walls enveloping him that he hardly noticed.

Almost without hesitation, after lunch and spending a few hours in the company of his family, he returned home and took his time with you.

Well you took your time with him, you rode him looking into his eyes, his hands clenching your thighs and your fingers digging into his hair and pulling every time it was too much.

George wouldn't believe there was a whole world outside of the bed he shared with you.

You looked like the owner of the world while you rode it, with your skin shining and your breast bouncing.

He became a little addicted the first months.

So of course you two had a lot of quickies.

And with that he became a little too touchy.

Kissing your neck and lips while he's passing next to you at work.

Grabbing your hips from behind when you couldn't reach the cabinets to help you get something.

Gently pull the strands of your hair when they tease each other.

Rubbing his crotch with your butt when he had to pass and the hallway was small for both of us (this happened more times than expected).

And holding your hand all the time, if there wasn't a good reason to let you hand go, he wouldn't release your fingers.

The bad and good thing we're that all of this things were things that he did during sex. So you would be at least a little turned on after these.

He also loves teasing you about how wet you are after that.

"How is it that my baby is wet after a little neck kiss? You must be thinking about me all the time."

You would act as if you were really mad, but you would let him drag you into a closet and fingering you to a wonderful release.

You would also love give him a hand job, it just felt the right way with him in your hand, going up and down as you pleased.

Everytime that you would give him a hand job, his own hands wouldn't be still.

He will let his hands grab your hips, then when you got him all nervous, his hands would go up and grab your tits.

He probably needed the support anyway, you loved to mess with him.

And then your wrist, his bin hand around your wrist to stop you when it would be too much.

"That's it, make me cum now or I won't let it feel nice for you."

He never fullfil that warning, he loved too much seeing you orgasm that the opportunity wouldn't be lost, even if you are the one who receives the pleasure.

You two tried a lot of things in bed, not all of them went good, but nothing felt glorious in a way that you couldn't live without it.

One of the things that went good was thigh riding, from both of you.

He loved seeing you riding him, it didn't matter that it wasn't his dick, he loved you riding him in anyway.

And when he was riding your thigh it would be a great view.

He would have to adjust to your position, sometimes crouching down and other times almost standing on his tiptoes.

And the he would be moving his hips, rubbing with his pants still on, on your leg. Sometimes you would unzip them and give him a manual job, other times you would make him cum on his pants.

He was definitely a switch, for the little dom/sub that you both tried.

It was good, but mostly of the time you two wouldn't want to think about an scene, you guys would just want to fuck while getting lost on eachother's eyes.

It was healing for you two having that kind of connection during sex.

You both love it.

[violette-hue-deactivated2024110]

Business Man

Summary: You seduce George into fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies—being railed in an office.

Trigger Warning(s): smut, unprotected sex, sex in a public place (slightly?), teasing, seduction, language(?)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by that steamy sex scene in the House of Gucci 😊

Bringing lunch to George had become a regular habit of yours. When you had started dating, George would often times skip his lunch and lose himself in his work. You couldn’t have that, though. You needed your boyfriend to be healthy and energized, not tired and on the verge of malnutrition. You had come up with the amazing idea to bring him homemade lunches. He would eat, and you would get to see him. It was a win-win situation.

You tucked the picnic basket under your arm and wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck. Winter this year was by far the harshest you had ever experienced. Even your thick wool lined coat did nothing to brace against the chilling wind. You thought of murmuring a spell, but as the orange building of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes came into view, the thought seemed in vain. You hurriedly crossed the street, gripping your skirt to your thigh as a strong gust of wind threatened to lift the fabric. You entered the building and immediately relished the warmth surrounding you.

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Good Girl - George Weasley

Title: Good Girl Pairing: George x female!slytherin!Reader Summary: George has been the reader’s enemy since their first year at Hogwarts together and now, in their final year the universe keeps throwing them together in ways that make the reader question why she ever hated George in the first place. Warnings: NSFW!! Slight Dom!george, begging, slight orgasm denial, thigh riding, oral (Male and female receiving), throat fucking, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex A/N: The summary is shit but it’s an enemies to lovers slow burn. Seriously this is 22k words I lost control. This is for @those-born-to-fight​ who wanted some enemies to lovers with a Slytherin reader! There’s two different ~spicy~ scenes and the tiniest touch of angst towards the end. Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

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“God, do they ever just shut up?” Y/N grumbles, getting up to slam the door to her compartment closed. Adrian and Marcus laugh at her, but immediately stop when she glares at them, not wanting to face the consequences of annoying Y/N further.

There are very few things that Y/N outright hates. The list of things that mildly annoy her is quite long, but she reserves the word hate for only those special things that make her want to rip her hair out at the mere mention of them. Fred and George Weasley happen to be at the top of that list.

Like most students, Y/N had been enamored by the twins and their antics at first. Despite the fact that many of their practical jokes were aimed at members of her house and Snape, she found them quite funny. She had even thought about befriending the twins, the rivalry between their houses be damned. But after finding herself on the receiving end of a few too many Weasley practical jokes, she had begun to loathe them.

“I don’t know why you let them get under your skin,” Daphne comments, her tone dry and dull. Despite the fact that her eyes haven’t left the copy of Witch Weekly she’s flipping through, Y/N knows she’s been watching her fidget as the Weasley twins got rowdier and rowdier from their compartment down the hall.

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ANTHONY MACKIE as SAM WILSON  CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. Joe & Anthony Russo

[yennefer]

Why is it when something happens it is always you three?

[sanctimoniousslytherpuff]

Has a Nice Ring (Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, accidently calls you by his last name during a Family Gathering at The Burrow.

Word Count: 888

A/N: this idea has been floating around in my head and I have been writing it in math class for months but I finally have a good grasp on it so yay! Also I am so sorry I have been gone for so long I ‘ve had some family and mental health issues lmao 

Warnings: fluff. that’s literally it 

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“Frederick Gideon and George Fabian Weasley! Get down from there this instant!”

The two boys were currently on the roof of the Burrow, fireworks of all different shapes and sizes in hand. Molly had just run outside to see all of her family and guests gathered together, viewing the reckless twins. Well, reckless in Molly’s opinion. Everyone else was having an absolute blast watching the idiots stumble around the steep covering.

You will admit, though, that you were slightly worried. Your boyfriend of 3 years, Fred, was now trying to climb on his twin’s shoulders to get to the highest point on the roof. You laughed amongst the others but slowly getting quieter. When Fred finally got up and George stumbled a bit is when you hit your breaking point. ”Fred, my love,” you yelled out. With one hand on the roof in front of him, Fred turned to look at you in the small crowd, his brother following his movements and wobbling slightly. You winced inwardly. 

“How about you guys get down from there now, yeah?” you called out to them. “Y/N, darling, are you insane?” Fred said joyously. “Honestly! This is going to be the best fireworks show ever!” your other best friend yelled with a wide grin. “I know, but you could easily use magic to put them up there!” 

You nervously stepped forward and watched at the boys looked at you, then each other, then back to you before bursting out into laughter. “Oh my dear y/n,” Fred said. “You know our mother doesn’t allow magic in the house.” George continued. Flabbergasted, you whipped your head around to look at Molly who’s face was drained of blood. You huffed a bit before jogging around to the backside of the house where you had previously helped the boys start their ascend to the roof. 

Carefully looking at how to get strategically get up, you began grabbing and pulling on things to hoist yourself up. After a few seconds, you rolled onto the roof to see the boys still wobbling back and forth. They both looked your way as you let out a sigh and stood up. 

“Y/N? What are you doing?!” Fred laughed. “You-” You pointed at Fred. His face dropped into a slight fearful expression. “Get off of your brother!” You quietly shouted at them. Stepping more towards you, George bent down, letting his brother off of his shoulders. Fred hopped towards you and set the fireworks from his hands onto the ground. George stood back up. “And I thought better of you, Georgie. You’re the usual brains of the operation!” You rubbed George’s shoulder as he too set down the few fireworks he had been holding. 

Fred scoffed. “If he’s the brains, then I’m-”

‘Not going to finish that sentence, Freddie.” You cut his off as George snickered quietly to himself, earning a punch on the shoulder from his brother. You began to reach for your wand before realizing that it was nowhere on your body. You looked up to the sky and muttered curses to yourself. “D’you forget soemthing, darling?” Fred said, walking over and looking over the edge at his family on the floor. “Yes,” you sighed. 

Suddenly you remembered something you had learned from childhood. Something you had told no one about. You stepped backwards a bit, looking at the fireworks then to the roof you were planning to put them onto for your idiot friends. You closed your eyes then opened them, holding your hand out and focusing on the objects on the floor. Fred backed up to his brother. “Is she...” George questioned. Fred’s face lit up like, well, fireworks. “She is... SHE IS!” 

You heard George shush him and chuckled as you finally lifted the fireworks and set them on the roof. You dropped your hands as everyone began to cheer from downstairs. Fred ran over to you and gave you the biggest hug. You smiled and laughed. “What is this for?” He let go and held grabbed your wrist, throwing it into the air like you had just won a boxing match. 

“Y/N Weasley everyone!” He yelled out. Everyone began whooping and cheering. George laughed and began to climb back down. Your smile dropped and your eyes widened as you processed what your boyfriend had just said. 

“Did you just...” You pulled your arm down slowly, turning to look at him. He laughed, holding a hand up to your face. “Did I what, darling?” You smiled. “You just labelled me Weasley, my love.” He smiled at you and he interlocked his long, slender fingers around yours, walking you towards the edge to climb back down and join everyone else.

“So what? You have an issue with it?” He smiled, helping you down the side of the house. When you finally reached the bottom, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bending him down to your height as he pulled you closer to him in a full body hug, lips still interlocked. As you two pulled away for air, he wrapped his arm around your waist and began walking back to the crowd. 

You looked up at his, face flushed bright red from happiness and sighed. “Oh, not at all... it has a nice ring to it.”

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A/N: I’m sorry for my absence friends! I will be on here more frequently and please feel free to message me if you need anything! I love you and I am here for you always! MWAH!!

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[allsonargent]

He’s not Fred, I am! Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother.