#soft fred

[samazing0831]

The Kiss That Almost Was - Fred Weasley x Reader

You and Fred have always had a connection - playful, teasing, unspoken. But one late night at the Burrow, the line between best friends and something more nearly vanishes under the soft flicker of firelight. Interrupted before a kiss that might have changed everything, you're both left wondering what could have bene. In the awkward, aching days that follow, avoidance turns into vulnerability... and finally, the truth neither of you can hide from anymore.

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It was late at the Burrow, the kind of quiet that only settled in after a long day filled with too much noise and too many people. Most of the family was already asleep, the warmth of the fireplace the only thing left flickering in the darkened living room.

You and Fred sat side by side on the worn old couch, legs curled beneath you, the space between you filled with easy chatter - comforting, casual, but laced with something deeper tonight. There was a shift, subtle but unmistakable, in the way Fred looked at you. His usual teasing was softer, his smile slower, his words carrying a weight they usually don't.

Then your legs brushed - just barely - and it felt like the world stopped.

Fred's voice lowered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you like he was working up every ounce of courage in his body. "You know," he murmured, "I've always thought you were... well, more than just my best mate."

Before you could respond - before you could lean in, or speak, or even breathe - the door slammed open.

George.

Oblivious. Loud. Smiling like the interruption he didn't know he was.

Fred pulled back fast, clearing his throat with a nervous chuckle, eyes darting anywhere but at you. "Looks like we're not alone, then," he said, trying to recover, trying to act like the moment hadn't been everything.

You forced a smile, shifting away from him on the couch. "Hey, Georgie. What's up?"

The spell was broken. And the kiss - the moment - it never happened. And you were back to classes the next day.

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The next few days were agony.

You couldn't trust yourself to be alone with Fred, couldn't handle the way your heart sped up every time he walked into the room. Quidditch practice was unbearable. Classes were worse. And the silence between you only grew heavier.

Then, one evening, you found yourself sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, the glow of the fire warming your skin as you tried - and failed - to finish your Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. You were deep into the second-to-last paragraph when you heard the portrait hole creak open behind you.

Fred.

He hovered in the doorway for a moment, his silhouette outlined by the firelight. "Can't sleep either, huh?" he said, his voice rougher than usual.

You didn't look up. "Just trying to finish this essay."

He hesitated, then walked toward the hearth, standing across from you. "I meant to apologize... for the other night," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to make things weird."

"The only weird thing about the other night was how George somehow knew when exactly when to barge in," you replied, still focused on your parchment.

Fred laughed - soft, breathy, like he didn't quite believe it himself. "Yeah. Typical George."

There was a pause. Then he stepped closer.

"I didn't want you to feel like I was unsure," he said, his voice more serious now. "I just didn't know if you felt the same. I didn't want to ruin everything."

You finally set your parchment down, turning to look at him for the first time. "I'm sorry too," you murmured. "I shouldn't have let that get in the way of our friendship. You mean a lot to me. I've missed you."

Fred's expression softened. "I've missed you too," he said. "More than I thought I would."

There was something fragile in his voice - an edge of fear that made your chest ache.

"I don't want to lose you," he added. "Not like this."

You chuckled gently. "I think we both messed it up, didn't we?"

Fred gave you a crooked smile. "Maybe. But if we both did, maybe we can fix it."

He hesitated. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time. I just didn't know if you wanted that too."

You met his gaze. "There's nothing that I would love more."

Fred stepped in close, lifting a hand to your cheek with trembling fingers. "I'm not going to mess this up again," he whispered.

Then he kissed you.

It was slow, sweet, and completely breathtaking. All the words you hadn't said, all the stolen glances and missed chances - it was all there in that one moment. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, your breath mingling in the quiet between you.

"I'm glad you feel the same," he said softly.

You smiled, already knowing that this time, there would be no interruptions.

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[dracossweetprincess]

good looking boy | f.w

fredxfem.reader

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preview: y/n’s a slytherin, and well, slytherins don’t like gryffindors , she agreed with that, until she met a good looking boy

warnings: during hogwarts years, abusive family/household, just fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst 🎀

y/n hasn’t felt quite like herself lately. a usually concentrated and dedicated student in every class was noticeably staring at a certain fred weasley, every class, all day long.

y/n didn’t know what it was, she didn’t know if it was his fluffy ginger hair that always, and she means always managed to keep messy. she didn’t know if it was the habit he had of making little lullabies by tapping his fingers on the table during class. maybe it was the way he play fought with her, their smiles brighter than the stars above.

y/n was undeniably head over heels in love with the prankster ginger haired boy she had done her very best to despise. but how could she? how could she when he smiled so sweetly? how could she when a day with him felt so much better than a lifetime with anyone else? how could she when he gave her his famous bear hugs?

fred didn’t feel any different. he’d never pictured himself falling for a slytherin girl, but y/n was special. she was his girl. she was one of the most unconditionally loving people he had ever met, and when he was with her, he felt like he could do anything.

there was only one thing keeping their relationship from being a dream.

y/n was a slytherin, and well, fred was worried his family wouldn’t accept her as well as they would if she was a gryffindor. y/n was aware of this, and it worried her too.

christmas time was coming around and fred would love nothing more than to have y/n spend christmas with him and his family. fred was aware y/n was going through a hard time with her home life, her parents being death eaters, and wanting her to join too.

y/n had told fred everything about how days were at her house, cold and unwelcoming, and y/n despised living in house where there was no love. ‘maybe if you weren’t such a good looking boy i wouldn’t have fallen for you and we wouldn’t have this problem.’ y/n joked.

‘darling, yes my parents would definitely prefer for you to be a gryffindor, but they will love you. because i love you. i love you because you are so kindhearted. i love you because you have revealed yourself to be totally opposed to your parents. your bravery and actions remove so much of the stigma that has been attached to slytherin house for hundreds of years. you make people see that the house is more than just a bunch of bullies and dark wizards.’

y/n felt her heart soar, feeling the pure adoration her boyfriend felt for her. ‘freddie, i love you too. so much.’ you hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist snuggly. ‘now gorgeous, if you don’t mind, i’ll be writing a letter to my parents telling them you’ll be coming over for christmas.’

a few days latter, a letter from fred was delivered at the burrow, molly and arthur reading it together, always excited to get any updates from their children.

‘dear mom and dad,

everything here at hogwarts is going great. however, i can’t wait to come home for christmas and see you guys, i’ve missed you loads. i do have some news though. i have met a girl, and i’ve fallen in love. her name is y/n, and she is my girlfriend. she’s been going through some stuff lately, because she is in a complicated situation. y/n is in slytherin, and y/n’s parents are death eaters. yes i know what you’re thinking, and please mom, please dad, know that y/n is the most selflessly loving person i know and that her beliefs are completely opposite to her parents. she’s told me that staying at her house is difficult for her, since her parents have been trying to persuade her to join them, and they also treat her horribly. i would really appreciate it if you could welcome her in our house for this christmas break. please think about this, y/n really wants to impress you guys, and she needs a family.

lots of love,

your favourite twin :)’

molly and arthur were really touched as they read fred’s letter and immediately sent one back, confirming they’d have her for christmas. ‘my love, guess what.’ fred smiled, his head peeking through y/n’s dorm door. ‘what?’ y/n asked, walking towards fred to greet him with a kiss.

‘mom and dad said yes.’ he wiggled his eyebrows playfully. ‘oh my god! what? no way! i’m so happy!!’ she jumped into his arms, letting him spin her around.

the time for christmas holidays had come, and y/n couldn’t contain her excitement as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend into the hogwarts express, settling cozied up in a compartment with ron, hermione and harry.

you’d gotten on very well with all of fred’s siblings, ginny especially. she felt like a little sister to you. you also had a good friendship with harry and hermione, so you were super happy you’d all be spending christmas break together.

‘we’re going to have the time of our lives’ fred whispered into you ear, and you nodded agreeing, as you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s loving arms.

in no time you were all at the burrow, ron knocking on the door. arthur opened it and greeted you all. ‘hi kids! it’s so nice to see you again!’ he hugged you one by one. ‘y/n, it’s so nice to meet you.’ he smiled warmly.

‘it’s so nice to meet you too mr. weasley, and thank you for having me for the holidays, i appreciate it so much more than you know.’ arthur was hugging fred when he said, ‘please y/n no need for formalities, you’re dating our son, and you’re welcome here whenever you need.’

as you all walked into the kitchen, you looked around at the small but extremely cozy home, something you weren’t used to. you were met with molly finishing dinner, ‘oh hi kids! i’ve missed you all so so much. y/n it’s a pleasure to meet you darling, please feel at home.’ she hugged you tightly.

after arthur helped you get your stuff in ginny’s room, which you’d also be sharing with hermione, you all sat down for dinner. everyone chatted happily, and the food was amazing. how can you beat homemade food?

‘y/n darling i have something for you.’ molly smiled, getting up from her chair and handing you a present. ‘christmas is only in a few days, but i felt i needed to give you this gift, to officially welcome you to the family.’

as you carefully opened the package, you were met with a knitted sweater with your initial on it, similar to the one everyone in the family had. you thanked everyone, as you shed a tear.

it felt good to finally be in a home that was filled with love.

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[cappsikle]

backfired // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: after a prank gone wrong, fred seeks warmth within your arms

Warnings: not that I can think of! - except that the ending is trash I’m so sorry. Also I can’t tell if I accidentally wrote Fred ooc so I apologise if I did.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: this piece is for @weasleysflowr‘s follower celebration!! thank you so much for letting me participating! This is actually my first time joining a celebration or writing event, so I was so stoked to do this! Congratilations on getting 300 followers, you deserve it <3

This took so long that Ayli is actually now at 400 followers!! So another celebration is in order! Congratulations 🥳

Prompts: “i’m not moving, your lap is comfortable” and “is that my sweater (jumper) you’re wearing?” 

tags: @ryeryemilani @a-little-too-much   just ask to be added!

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If there was one thing that could put a dampen on Fred’s day, it would be a prank gone wrong, and that’s exactly what happened. It was quite a shame, really, as both Fred and George had worked really hard on this particular prank. Everything was set perfectly, all the ingredients had been gathered, and everyone was in their proper place. That was, until Snape came looking for Filch claiming there to be an emergency. By the time the twins realised that Snape was in the place the prank was set to place, it was too late, leaving the seething professor covered in a sticky green goo, smelling like a dung bomb. They would’ve laughed, as the sight was quite humorous, but that victory was very short lived when Snape caught sight of them, immediately appointing them two months of detention.

Usually, the twins weren’t ones to care if they got detentions, but they had received two months, with Snape, no less. Yeah, Fred was in a foul mood. That's how he found himself trudging his way back the common room with hunched shoulders, a frown set deep on his face. George broken off the path to go find Lee to explain how badly the prank backfired. Fred was ready to just collapse on the couch and sulk for the rest of the day, not having any energy to keep up with the evening activities. That was his plan, but all thoughts of brooding left his mind when he walked through the portrait hole and saw you there, sitting curled up on the couch with a book in your hands.  

Fred stopped at the entrance and took a moment to admire you, and the way the fire reflected off your face to the point where you looked like you were glowing. He took notice of the way your eyes skimmed across the pages, practically being able to see as the words you were so invested in sunk into your brain. He watched as you bit your plump lips in anticipation at a particularly exciting part of the story. And lastly, he took notice of the knitted jumper sat upon your shoulders, his knitted jumper. Suddenly, all feelings of frustration and defeat left his body, replaced with a more happier and lighter feeling. His heart thudded against his chest as butterflies swarmed in his stomach. Fred loved seeing you wearing his clothing.

You still hadn’t noticed Fred watching from the side, too engrossed in the story playing out in your mind. You were just getting up to the climax of the story, your heart racing as you impatiently read over the words. But you were interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat, followed by, “is that my jumper you’re wearing?” your head snapped up in alert at the source of the voice, your heart chattering for a different reason. Your cheeks filled with warmth at Fred’s words, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear in embarrassment.  

Fred smirked at your flustered state watching your movements closely as you close your book and smile sheepishly at him. “Uhm... no...?”

“Are you lying to me?”  

You hesitated for a second, finally coming clean with a sigh, “...yes”. you looked down at your lap sheepishly. In all honesty, you knew he wouldn’t mind, claiming on various occasions that he preferred to see you in his clothing. However, you took it upon yourself to sneak into his dormitory and steal this jumper right from his trunk.  

Fred smiled to himself at your confession, opting to tease you more because, well, that’s who he is. But before he could get another word in, you perked up again, a glint of mischief present in your eyes as you asked, “So? How did the prank on Filch go?” And just like that, his sour mood had returned at the remembrance of the failed prank. Fred’s smile dropped from his face, carrying himself to the couch and practically flinging himself to sit.

He glanced at your lap, moving his arm to take one of your hands in his, just wanting to feel the comfort he usually felt when holding your hand. He took a moment to just admire how small and soft your hand was compared to his. You linked your fingers together, sensing that something wasn’t quite right. A look of concern passed your features briefly as Fred let out a groan, whining in frustration. “It didn’t go well. Snape came out of nowhere and told Filch he was needed elsewhere, which ended up in the prank going off on him. We’ve got two months detention now!”

You nod in understanding, lifting your free arm to run your fingers through his soft hair. In front of the fire, it was almost like his red locks had lit aflame. “I’m sorry your plan backfired, love. But two months detention isn’t that bad compared to what it could’ve been!” You tried to sound hopeful, wondering if your words had any effect on his mood, but you realised that probably wasn’t the best thing to say as Fred gave you an incredulous look.  

“Please, enlighten me! How could have this ended any worse?”

You sat and pondered for a moment, not actually being able to come up with another option. “Ok, you’re right. It couldn’t have.”  

“Seriously?!” you giggled at Fred as he bent down to lean his head on your lap, pressing his face into your knees. “You’re no help, you know that?”

You knew he was joking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his behaviour. “Just think, both you and George will come up with an equally as good prank, one that won’t fail on you, and you’ll be out of detention in no time.” you brought your hand down to his head again, raking your fingers through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails as you do so.

Fred sighed deeply at the sensation, your fingers causing delightful shivers to run down his body. His favourite thing ever was when you played with his hair, and while he’s never admitted that he gathered you already knew. He didn’t respond to your last statement, preferring to just sit in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the cackling of the fire and each of your slow and steady breaths. After a moment or two of Fred laying in your lap and you opening your book again, he broke the silence, “oh, and by the way, I’m not moving, your lap is comfortable.” 

You smiled to yourself as you turned a page, returning your hand to his head, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Fred shifted his body, so the back of his head was against your legs, and his face was facing towards the ceiling. He brought the hand in his hair to his lips, kissing your knuckles as you put your book down. “You know I love you, right, love?” 

You smiled again and leaned down to connect your lips with his before mumbling against them, “and I love you too.”  

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I hope you all enjoyed this! Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment!

- Mills <3

[pit-and-the-pen]

hii can i request a fred fic for prompt 37 where it’s like a snowy/rainy sunday or something along the lines of that? thank uu xx

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Ah I’m so so so sorry it’s been so long but so many things popped up. 

That being said, I hope you like it❤️❤️

Fred x Reader

Warnings: None

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                    -------Baby it’s cold outside. -------

It was just one of those days that you couldn’t stay warm. Even bundled up in the common room sitting by the fire with a long sleeve and a jumper. Plus the blanket your mom had sent you for Christmas. 

Holiday was just wrapping up and people were slowly starting to trickle back into the castle but without that many bodies crowded in the common room, it felt like an ice block. Every inch of the castle was freezing. The stones seem to trap it from the wind currently rattling the stained glass windows. The one good thing about the wind thought was that it was shaking off some of the snow that was packed in, letting in some sunlight and raising the temperature by a degree or so. There was a single stream of sunlight and just like a cat, you were curled up in it. perched on the windowsill, the glass sucking up the mixture of heat from the fire and the sunlight. The words from the random book you grabbed off of the shelf in an attempt to distract yourself were just going in one ear and out the other. You sat in that window for hours, saying hi to the other kids that walked in, hauling trunks and holding multiple layers in their arms from the walk up the many many flights of stairs.  A loud laugh from right outside of the portrait hole got your attention. It was a laugh so warm you seemed to forget how cold the castle felt. A laugh you could tell from anywhere, the responding laughter only further cementing who it was. The picture swings open and you see the flash of red hair. You sink back down when you see it’s about  a foot too short. Ginny. Followed by Ron who was getting yelled at for shaking his still snow covered beanie out on top of the girls head. You giggled quietly to yourself. Trying to hide the disappointment that it was the wrong Weasley. But he must be close, you know it. “Do it again and I’ll hex you.” Ginny yells in a stern voice. Running her hand through her hair to get the clumps of snow out. “I’d pay good money to see that” A voice called from right outside the entrance. It felt like your heart jumped into your throat. George had walked in, followed by Fred. You had lost all interest in the book you were pretending to read. A smile instantly popping up on your face. You hadn’t seen Fred all of the holiday, unlike last year when you had spent almost all of break at the burrow. It sort of had made you spoiled, spending every moment with Fred for almost over a year. Suddenly whenever you didn’t see him for long periods of time it was like a small part of you was missing and boy, did that scare the crap out of you.

His eyes met yours from across the room and the smile he gave you could have melted all the snow outside. The room seemed to float away as you started to unwrap yourself for all the various layers you were bundled in. 

Your ears vaguely picked up the sound of someone in the room whistling at the little scene you two made but honestly, you didn’t care. Something about Fred always pulled you in, like magnets. 

“Hey there.” He said in a small surprised voice as you wrapped your arms around his middle. His own hands going into your hair to give you a few calming pats. You placed your chin on his chest so you could look him in the eye. Your cheeks started to hurt from how much you were smiling. 

He tried to take a step forward but you just gave him a tighter squeeze. 

“Gosh, keep that up and people are going to think you missed me.”He gave a fake look of horror. “Worse than that they might actually get the impression you...like me..” He chuckled at own joke. 

Moving his hand from your head to just under your chin, he tilted it up so he could lean down and give you a quick peck. 

“Enough you two, you’re going to spoil my dinner before I’ve even eaten it.” George shouts from across the common room. A small part of you had forgotten anyone else was even there. A small pout must have formed on your face because Fred just winks at you before whispering “later than” into your ear, causing your whole face to heat up slightly. 

The feast that night left you all feeling full and sleepy. The perfect thing for such a cold night. If possible the lack of sun actually made it even colder. You couldn’t just retreat into the warm of your window anymore, so you settled for dragging a plush loveseat by the fireplace and trying to finish that same book from earlier. 

“See she’s already forgotten about me.” You heard a familiar voice say with a laugh. 

“I wish it was that easy, Weasley.” You shot right back. 

He grabbed his chest and folded over. “I’m wounded.” He chuckles again before grabbing your head and tilting it up so he could give you a kiss on the forehead. Your eyes close and your face crunches up as you fake a grimace. 

Fred plops down right by your side. Draping his legs over the length of the couch, covering the book in your hand. You sigh a dramatic sigh and look over at him. He quickly looks away, whistling very loudly. Sighing again you scoot over a little so you can put your head on his chest. You did have to admit he was warmer than all the blankets you had. 

After a few moments, you stopped playing the little game of being indifferent and wrapped both arms around his middle again, cuddling even further into his side. 

One of his arms goes around your waist, the other going to your hair. “Someone is cuddly tonight I see.” He murmurs before leaning his head against the top of yours. 

“What can I say you’re warm.” You say before closing your eyes. 

“I missed you too.” Is the last thing you hear before you drift off. Warm for the first time all day.

[dracossweetprincess]

ikea | f.w

fredxfem.reader

request: yes/no

preview: shopping at ikea for you new house in the muggle world with fred

warnings: just fluff, established relationship (dating), mentions of pregnancy, cursing, mentions of sex

you’d just moved into a cozy and cutesy home in the muggle world with fred, and you two were beyond excited to live together. today you were looking for some decorations so you could make your home look more welcoming and comforting. “freddie, babe we need a cart.” you laughed at his enthusiasm. “oh yeah right.”

“y/n, baby look look! can we get this dinosaur please?” he pleaded with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, “you’re such a child fred.” you giggle, shaking your head. “it’s for when we have a baby.” he smirked and winked at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering an ‘i love you’ in your ear.

“look at these cute pillows, love.” fred pointed out, looking for the price tag. “forget it.” he murmured when he looked at the price tag, making you laugh. “damn, things in the muggle world are too fucking expensive.” he took the cart from your hold, starting to run across the empty corridors like an idiot. you thanked the gods above you that there weren’t many people there.

“alright babe, we need a coffee table for our living room. and some cute candles.” you found a coffee table, trying to pick it up but dropping the box on the floor because of how heavy it was. “babe, look what you did, hm?” he teased, amused at your flustered state. “let me get it for you.” he picked the box up, his muscles flexing slightly. perks of being in the gryffindor quidditch team for seven years.

you found some cute colourful candles, but they were in a extremely high shelf. you sighed frustrated, not wanting to ask your boyfriend for help, knowing he would tease. suddenly you felt a kiss on your shoulder, “need some help, darling?” he asked, making you roll your eyes. “don’t roll those eyes sweetheart, or i’ll give you a good reason to roll them tonight.” he added.

you yelped surprised as he lifted you up by the waist, letting you get the candles yourself. “thanks, love.” you thanked. “you’re very welcome, darling.” you turned around again, coming across a few more cute decorations like little plants and lights, even a cute little plush dog that you could not resit and had to buy.

when you went looking for fred again, you found him with a blanket, hanging off his back like a cape, pretending to be a super hero. he turned around and smiled at you, “hi baby! look i’m a super hero.” he exclaimed, running towards you and giving you a big kiss on the lips. “you’re the cutest, freddie. my big baby.”

“m’your big baby.” he admitted, nuzzling into your neck. “wanna take this blanket too dollface, it’s cozy for us to cuddle.” you took the blanket from his hands, putting it in the cart and guiding him to go pay. while you waited in the line, you both argued if you should eat sushi or pizza for dinner.

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red lipstick on your neck | f.w

fredxfem.reader

taglist || masterlist

request: yes/no

preview: maybe just friends with benefits wasn’t it for you either.

warnings: this is the part two to ‘red lipstick on your neck’, so i vividly recommend for you to read part 1 if you haven’t yet. (fred is in a band (band members - y/n, fred, george and dean thomas), mentions of sex, slight angst in the beginning, fluffy ending cause i can’t deal with sad endings. (i added that there is a last year at hogwarts ball, although it is not canon)

you can read part 1 here

the ball for the students who were in their last year at hogwarts was coming up. everyone was frantic, giddy and excited. some were worried about what to wear, others about who they were going with, and others about what jewellery to use.

however, fred’s mind only circled around one thing. you. he still hadn’t been able to get over you, and to be honest he thought he never will. you noticed fred had been distant, and you hadn’t slept together in a while. you also noticed he looked lost, and as much as you hated to admit it, it hurt your heart to see him like this.

but, you tossed it aside.

“fred, c’mon dude! i know you love her, but you have to get over it. come to the ball with us, it’ll be fun.” both george and dean tried to encourage fred to move on, and come to the ball with them, as friends. just to have a few drinks and dance, just for the fun of it.

“dean’s right, you deserve a little fun.”

fred continuously shook his head. “i’m not going, not when i know i’ll see her dancing with another guy.” but oh how fred was wrong. you currently sat at the gryffindor table, eating lunch with hermione. “so, y/n who are you going with to the ball?” she asked, proceeding to eat a mashed potato.

“i don’t know, i was hoping fred would ask me, but he’s been distant lately.” hermione furrowed her eyebrows, “you said you were just friends with benefits, why would you want to go with him?” to be honest, you didn’t know the answer either.

“you said he has been distant.. do you think he overheard our conversation on the bench?” you felt your heart drop. in no way did you want to hurt fred’s feelings. when he started getting distant you realised how much you do miss him, how much you need him.

“i need to do something.” you got up and ran out the great hall, leaving hermione confused. you ran towards the gryffindor dorms, bumping into at least three people. you knocked on the door and took a breath in.

you had been too proud to accept your feelings, and now you hurt him. and you need to get him back. fred opened the door, eyes lightning up at the sight of you. “hi darling.” he whispered and although he looked terrible because of the lack of sleep, you noticed the loving stare he gave you.

“hi freedie.” you hugged him around the waist, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. “what brings you around here?” he asked, stroking your hair. fred felt his heart flutter at the affection he was receiving, but didn’t want to get his expectations up and then get it ripped away from him like before.

“can we sit down?” you suggested, letting fred walk you into his dorm. it was a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, but one thing that caught your eye were the polaroids of the two of you he had hung up on his walls. “so what did you want to talk about?” he sat on the bed, patting the empty space next to him.

“fred i want to say i’m sorry.” there was a moment of silence while fred tried to figure out what was happening. “sorry for what?” you ran your hands through his hair, “for everything. for not being brave enough to accept my feelings, for hurting you, for saying we were just friends with benefits-“

“i-“ fred interrupted you. “shh, i know you heard mione and i’s conversation. you mean so much more than that, and i do want to be with you. truly.” fred was speechless, his heart jumping like crazy. you did want to be with him. he felt like in cloud nine. “r-really?” he asked dazzled.

you sat on his lap and buried your face into his neck, making the ginger’s eyes open wide. “really.” you pressed a kiss onto his neck and fred felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the red lipstick mark you had left. you stayed in a comfortable silence, enjoying the cozy and warm feeling of being so close to each other.

“soo, do you maybe want to go to the yule ball with me?” you broke the silence, giggling. fred smiled brightly, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“hmm, i don’t know. if you give me kisses i might consider it.”

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it’s time for sleep // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: you really just wanted some sleep... and some cuddles

Warnings: tiny bit of a makeout? Not really proofread 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hey guys!! This is just fluff with no plot. I decided to write this to help me get out of a depressive episode and it did make me feel just a tad better. I hope this helps anyone who reads it <3

I am taking requests so if you guys have any please feel free to send them in!!

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You walked into the common room with hunched shoulders, thanking whatever god was out there that you had a free period. Now you could just sit down and relax. Today had been one of those days that just seemed to drag on for eternity, exhausting you to the point where you almost fell asleep in potions, but Snape’s ever so attentive beady eyes made sure that wouldn’t happen. So instead you slaved away in front of a cauldron, only just concocting something worth deeming ‘passable’. Dropping your bag besides the couch you rubbed your tired eyes and sat down, releasing a deep sigh that you appeared to have been holding on to all day. You relished in the peace and quiet that you had, but you knew it wouldn’t last long so you had to make the most of it.  

Kicking your shoes off your sore feet, you lifted your legs to stretch on the couch, adjusting your body until you were finally in a comfortable enough position. You yawned loudly and covered your eyes with your arm, hoping to maybe get a few minutes of sleep. Eventually the lack of energy and the warm flames of the fire had led your mind to drift into a state of unconsciousness.

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The last thing Fred expected to see when walking into the common room was your curled-up figure on the couch, a throw pillow trapped in your arms. There was only one way he could describe you right now, and that was that you were absolutely adorable. Your chin was tucked into your chest and your mouth was slightly parted enough that if he was quiet enough, Fred was able to hear the cute little snores you made when you were in a deep sleep. Fred smiled to himself, reaching over the back of the couch to gently move a lock of hair that fell in your eyes. He could watch you sleep all day if he could... but that probably sounded creepy. His heart nearly soared right out of his chest as you stirred in response to his touches, snuggling into the pillow you practically had a death grip on. Oh how he would love to be that pillow.

“Oi! Fred!”

“Shhh! Can you be any louder?!” Fred whisper shouted at his twin’s overly obnoxious entrance, George stopping in his tracks with his hands up in surrender at his brother’s attack.

“Alright mate, geez. What's got your wand in a knot?” Fred rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards the couch before George walked over to see what exactly he was gesturing to. “Aww, isn’t that cute. Freddie’s become a stalker!”

“George, will you shut up before you wake-”

“would you both shut it? ‘M tryna sleep here” your aggravated and very sleepy voice grabbed both the redheads’ attention.

“See, George? Now you’ve done it.”

“Me? What did I do?!”

“You’re a right prat you know,”

“oh, for the love of all that is above both of you knock it off before I knock you out!”

Both the twins paused their ruckus as their eyes landed on you, now sitting up more awake and looking rather pissed off. Oops. They both looked down sheepishly and spoke at the same time, “we’re sorry”

“Good. Now, Fred get your arse on this couch so I can cuddle you. And George?”

“Yes...?” you stared him down with a hard glare.

“piss off.”

And George did just that, scurrying through the portrait hole to hopefully find Lee, not wanting to upset you any further. Who knew what you would do to him if he didn’t?

Fred watched his brother leave the common room, trying but failing to hide his smirk. Once the portrait closed, Fred vaulted himself over the couch and sat with a jolt, kicking his shoes off and resting them next to yours.

“finally,” you breathed out, taking Fred’s arm and wrapping it around your sholders and slotting both your fingers together once you had gotten comfortable. “I thought he’d never leave.”

Fred chuckled to himself before saying, “how is it that you can be so utterly adorable and sleep like a baby but be terrifying all the same?”

You smirked to yourself and played with his fingers. “Fred,”

“Yes?”

“I’m always adorable.”

Wouldn't it be completely wrong to disagree?  

“I know you are, dearest.”

You looked up as Fred and he looked down at you and then you both broke out into laughter. Once your laughs died down you both looked into each other’s eyes, seeing nothing but complete and utter love. With the remnants of your laughs, you both leaned towards each other until your lips finally met in the middle. The kiss soft but passionate at the same time, your lips slotting together like puzzle pieces. You don’t think you could ever get tired of kissing him, the feeling you get in your heart being unmatched by anything. The hand holding his let go to hold his cheek whilst the other trailed up to run your fingers through his bright ginger hair, it being so incredibly soft. Another thing you could never get sick of.

Fred's arm moved to wrap around your waist, bringing you as close to him as he could. The love he held for you was sometimes too much to bear. From your sometimes-fiery witty personality mixed with your soft and (always) adorable side, what wasn’t there to love? The kiss began to get heated as Fred gently nibbled on your bottom lip causing you to open your mouth slightly, allowing him to sneak his tongue in yours. Cheeky bugger. However, before the kiss got any further, you quickly pulled away and hid your face in your elbow as you let out a yawn. Way to kill the mood, right?

Fred chuckled warmly at you. You were so random at times, always full of surprises, even if they’re as miniscule as yawning in the middle of a make out session. To be quite fair, he did wake you up in the middle of a nap, and usually it doesn’t end well for others who do. You lift your head from your elbow and look at Fred with an embarrassed smile, “heh, sorry about that. I’m still really tired”

“Don’t worry about it, love,” Fred grabs a lock of your hair, twirling it with his fingers causing you giggle slightly as you lent your head on the back of the couch, your smile big enough you thought your face was going to split in half. Fred’s breath got caught in his throat at the sight of your smile. He swore that it was bright enough to outshine the sun, and the twinkle in your eyes were brighter than all the stars. God, he loved you. Fred adjusted himself so he was laying against the arm rest and (gently)  yanked at your arm so you were laying on top of him “c’mere you.”

Fred’s arms encased your head, smushing your face into his chest as you continued to giggle but they were muffled “Freeed what are you doing? I can’t breathe!”

“You’re staying here forever, and you can’t escape.”

“Alright, alright I’ll stay, just move your arms so I can bloody breathe!”

Fred finally moved his arms, but they didn’t move very far as he rested his hands on the expanse of your back, rubbing up and down. All the while you scooch up his lanky body so your face could rest in that nice little spot between his shoulder and neck. This was one of your favourite ways to cuddle. He just felt so warm, it was like having your own personal furnace. You let out another yawn, hiding your face in his shoulder before returning your head where it was. Your breath tickled his neck as your breathing began to even out.

Neither of you know how long you stay like that for, the roaring of the fire and listening to Fred’s breathing almost like a lullaby to you. Your eyes start to feel droopy as you snuggle your face against Fred’s neck, leaving a quick kiss as he continues to draw patterns on your back. Fred can feel himself getting sleepy too, but he tries to stay awake, just to be able to feel you with him for as long as he possibly can. He's drifted in his thoughts, but were broken by the sound of your small, incredibly tired voice.  

“Hey Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Fred smiled to himself, his heart almost jumping out of his chest. No matter how many times you say it, he can never ever get tired of hearing it. “I love you too.”

And just like that, the both of you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by nothing more than warmth and love.

That is, until George came back.

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- Mills <3

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the comfort of you // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

Summary: you have your period and the pain becomes too much to bare, but it’s ok, because you have Fred

Warnings: intense period pain, mentions of jumping off a tower, mentions of blood and bleeding

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: i think you can actually feel my anger through this lmao. being a female sucks, ok? Also I know that the way i’m describing it could be seen as an overkill or something but literally everything i’ve written is basically just what i go through when it’s that time of the month.

tags: @ryeryemilani @weasleysflowr  message me if you’d like to be added!

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The minute you woke up, you knew something didn’t feel right. You knew what it was, although you prayed to all those above that you were wrong. Oh, how you wished you were wrong. By the end of the day, your suspicions were later proven correct when you rushed to the bathroom in a panic. It only really went downhill from there.  

The next morning, you were about ready to throw yourself right off the astronomy tower. You felt absolutely horrible, you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Even though you were practically cursing your own exitance, you were also thankful that its the weekend, so you didn’t have to sit through any of your classes.  

After 10 or so minutes, you decided it would probably be a good idea to go down to the great hall for at least something to nibble on, even though the thought of eating made your stomach churn. So, as you hauled yourself out of bed and with minimum effort, you got ready. You then made your way through the common room and down the moving staircases. Whilst walking, you really couldn’t help but question literally everything. Why did you needed to be reminded every month that you weren’t pregnant?? You could do a great job of that yourself without bleeding every single month. 

Your frustrations, and your pain, only seemed to grow as you walked through the doors of the great hall. Despite your growing nausea, your spirits were immediately lifted when you spotted Fred, your boyfriend of two years, sitting at the Gryffindor table. You walked as quickly as you could, noticing the empty spot next to him reserved for you, and sat down.

Fred instantly perked up when he noticed your presence besides him, and greeted you, “Mornin’, love! How are we this morning?”

Whilst your mood did lift a tad when you saw him, the constant ache in your stomach and lower areas prevented you from releasing a genuine smile, so instead you scooched closer to Fred and leaned your head on his shoulder, wrapping both your arms around one of his. You just really needed a cuddle right now. Fred chuckled at your slightly odd behaviour and tilted his head, so it was leaning against your own, “not in a talking mood, huh?”

“No.” you shifted as close to him as you could, the small amount of warmth spreading a feeling of comfort you only now realised you were desperately craving. The pain in your abdomen grew stronger, spreading to your lower back. It was like your torso was bring ripped from your bottom half. You scrunched your face up in discomfort and nuzzled your head into Fred’s shoulder, wanting to hide from everyone and everything.

Fred knew that something was wrong the moment you sat down. You weren’t your usual cheery and bubbly self, which concerned him a great deal. Fred frowned slightly  at your disgruntled form, reaching the arm that wasn’t being smothered by you, not that he minded, to push a lock of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. The gentle action soothed you, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch even more. Fred leaned his head down to stop beside your ear, whispering so that only you could hear him, “You feeling alright, love?” 

You shook your head slightly to answer, trying your hardest to hold back the tears. The pain keot getting worse the longer you sat. You couldn’t stomach the thought of eating at this point. You really just wanted to go back to bed and cuddle your boyfriend. Fred’s frown deepened at your verry obvious distressed state, his heart hurting knowing that you weren’t well. “I think it’s a good idea to go back to bed, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head slightly, not bothering to speak. At your nod of approval, Fred took his arm out from yours and wrapped it around your shoulders instead, standing up and walking you out the great hall back to the dormitories. You, on the other hand, wrapped your arms around your abdomen in a weak attempt at easing the pain. Fred leaned down and pressed a light kiss against your temple, reassuring you on the way.

As soon as you reached the common room, you immediately headed to the boy's dorms instead of yours, wanting to be surrounded by all things Fred. You couldn’t describe it, but it was like you constantly needed to be around at least some part of him, even if he wasn’t there with you. Walking up the stairs into the dorm, you practically jumped onto his bed, grabbing on of his pillow and hugging it as close to you as possible. It's not even lunch time, yet you just felt so drained and tired. You could already feel yourself slipping into a sleep-like state just from the comfort of Fred’s bed alone. Fred smiled fondly at you, finding you completely adorable. Fred walked over to his trunk, searching for something he knew you would be grateful for. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, once again tucking fallen hair behind your ear as to get a better look at your face. You really were beautiful, in his opinion, the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on, in fact. Fred traced his finger across your cheekbone, down to your jaw and down your neck, his heart swelling at the subconscious smile that made its way to your lips. His finger smoothing down your skin caused the best kind of shivers to run through your body, leaving goosebumps on your exposed skin.  

You squinted one of your eyes open, a smile still present on your face, and reached up to grasp Fred by the back on his neck, fiddling with the ever-so-soft ginger locks at the base. Your smile grew as you both stared into each other’s eyes, finding nothing but love and adoration for each other. Your pain and discomfort fell to the back of your mind, your focus entirely on the man in front of you. 

Eventually, you gently pulled Fred’s head towards your own, bringing his lips just close enough that they weren’t fully touching yet. Your lips brushed against each other gently, your breaths mixing as your heart rate sped up. Tired of the waiting, Fred brought his lips upon yours, slotting together like the last piece of the puzzle. No matter how long the two of you have been together, or how many times you’ve kissed, the butterflies never ceased to make themselves known and cause a ruckus in your stomach. For a moment, just a moment, the two of you got lost in the kiss, and lost in each other.  

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, as it always feels like time stops the moment your lips meet, but after a while a particularly nasty cramp rolled its way through your body, forcing you to break the kiss and whimper slightly. That brought you back to reality. Fred gave you a sympathetic smile as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You closed your eyes again, the warmth of the bed and Fred’s soothing touch lulling you to sleep. However, Fred’s gentle nudge woke you up again, bringing your attention to the jumper he held in his hands. No words needed to be spoken as you sat up, reaching your arms above your head as an indication. Fred then pulled his jumper over your arms and body, reveling in the way it practically swallowed your smaller form whole. Immediately, the feeling of warmth and comfort spread throughout your being, incredibly grateful to have someone as sweet as Fred to take care of you. 

As you laid back down and pulled the covers over yourself, Fred slid into the covers with you, ridding himself of his shoes and jacket. Instinctively, Fred laid on his side and brought your body as close to his as he could, one arm laid under your neck around your shoulders whilst the other slid across your waist. You nuzzled your head in the place where his shoulder met his chest, breathing in his scent of chocolate and fireworks.  

Fred trailed kisses from your cheek to your ear, whispering sweet nothings in between each one. These were the moments he lived for, where you could both just hold each other until the other felt better, no interruptions, no expectations.  

You were the first to break the silence, a yawn slipping by your lips as you said, “you know I love you, right?”

Fred smiled to himself, squeezing you as close as you could physically get and whispered, “yeah, I do. And you know I love you, right?”

You giggled at his remark, the pain and stresses of the day just completely melting away as you felt your conscious slip even deeper,

“Yeah, I do.”

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Damn I really do need a fred to comfort me lol.

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