I just wanted to say how talented you are!!! I just read all your Fred and George fics and I’m in ✨l o v e✨ They’re perfect, you made me laugh and cry!! Please, please can I be tagged in works for any more Fred and George things? Your writing is spot on, I love it!! Have a lovely day😊
I’m so sorry I didn’t see this at all but of course you can be on the tag list :) you’re so sweet thank you this actually made my day
Summary: Bill & Fleur’s wedding is quite the event… too bad about those wedding crashers. Anyway, what wedding is complete without awkwardness at the buffet table?
Request: Are you taking requests? If you are could I ask for another Fred Weasley? Maybe something where they’re fighting together (bills wedding or battle of Hogwarts maybe?) and the reader rescues him in some way but gets injured herself but not fatally because I can’t deal with too much angst 🙈 hope that’s not too specific… also just wanted to say I love your writing it’s amazing 💕💕
A/N: thank you!!!! Terribly sorry for how long this took holy cow but I hope this is alright love I loved the request and that is why this is so long also I wasn’t quite sure how to split up the flashbacks so like we’ll see how this goes
Reader: female
Warnings: injury, battle, suggestive, couple stuff, alcohol, suggestive, implied sex
Hello! First of I wanted to say how much of a fan of your writing I am. I first found “Roller Skates” and since then I have been reading your stuff constantly and coming back to reread them over and over again.
I hate to ask this question lol but I’ve been trying to find this specific fic for a while, it’s a Fred Weasley x Beauxbatons reader! and the plot I remember is Fred coming over to her table after staring at her for a while and that’s all I remember lol,
I’ve been trying to find it for so long that I’ve given up and have to ask if you know of it by any chance. If not, not to worry, because despite it I always wanted to tell you how much I adore your writing. You have a real talent for writing and can capture the characters so well. Have a beautiful day💫
oh my gosh so sweet!! i’m so sorry to say that i don’t know what fic you’re talking about :( i wish you luck finding it though! thank u sm for your kindness my love <33
Summary: Beauxbatons!reader has a thing for Fred – something their friends won’t let them forget.
Request: Hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now. But I have an idea for a Fred Weasley x reader where this takes place in the goblet of fire, and the reader is from Beauxbatons. Her friends keep teasing her whenever Fred flirts with her. Again I apologize if ur not doing requests rn ahhh
A/N: It took me forever to start this because I couldn’t decide whether French would help oml
Summary: Beauxbatons!reader has a thing for Fred – something their friends won’t let them forget.
Request: Hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now. But I have an idea for a Fred Weasley x reader where this takes place in the goblet of fire, and the reader is from Beauxbatons. Her friends keep teasing her whenever Fred flirts with her. Again I apologize if ur not doing requests rn ahhh
A/N: It took me forever to start this because I couldn’t decide whether French would help oml
this is absolutely amazing, fantastic, out of this word, and there are so many other words to explain my love for this fic but i just wanna say this was so GOOD
Are you taking requests? If you are could I ask for another Fred Weasley? Maybe something where they’re fighting together (bills wedding or battle of Hogwarts maybe?) and the reader rescues him in some way but gets injured herself but not fatally because I can’t deal with too much angst 🙈 hope that’s not too specific... also just wanted to say I love your writing it’s amazing 💕💕
here you go angel thank you so so much for this request - sorry for the tardiness!
Summary: Bill & Fleur’s wedding is quite the event… too bad about those wedding crashers. Anyway, what wedding is complete without awkwardness at the buffet table?
Request: Are you taking requests? If you are could I ask for another Fred Weasley? Maybe something where they’re fighting together (bills wedding or battle of Hogwarts maybe?) and the reader rescues him in some way but gets injured herself but not fatally because I can’t deal with too much angst 🙈 hope that’s not too specific... also just wanted to say I love your writing it’s amazing 💕💕
A/N: thank you!!!! Terribly sorry for how long this took holy cow but I hope this is alright love I loved the request and that is why this is so long also I wasn’t quite sure how to split up the flashbacks so like we’ll see how this goes
Reader: female
Warnings: injury, battle, suggestive, couple stuff, alcohol, suggestive, implied sex
A groan peeled open your lips before you could even think about opening your eyes. You couldn’t really focus on anything, though, not when everything just ached, not with your head pounding and your ears ringing. People’s feet blurred past you, rushing and falling with flashes of light. You frowned. Blades of wet grass pressed against your cheek. The smell invaded your senses.
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Fred groaned like a child at Molly’s pestering, the vibrations echoing down your spine. You rolled your eyes, pressing your back further into his chest in response.
“When I get married,” he said, turning to face George with a grimace. “I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a full-body-bind curse on Mum until it’s all over.”
Molly tutted at her son, ignoring him for the most part as she scurried away to fix something else that didn’t really need fixing.
“Oh, really, mate?” George said, drinking his tea.
You were happy to see him up and around; you remembered how scared Fred had been after the incident on the broomsticks. The bandage around George’s head still looked particularly grizzly, but you were glad he was feeling better.
“Does Y/N have anything to say about that?” he said cheekily, hiding his face in his mug as he watched you with playful eyes.
“Why would I?” you asked, pulling away from Fred to grab a piece of toast off the table. “It’s not like my standards are low enough to marry this git.”
“Oi!” Fred huffed.
You tried to move out of his reach before he grabbed you, or worse, tickled you, but you weren’t fast enough and you squealed as he clapped his hand on your arse.
“Cheeky,” Fred said, pointing at your accusatorily as you glared back, pulling your dress straight with your toast balanced in your mouth.
“Might have to teach my wife a lesson,” he teased, shooting you a wink. As you moved to sit by George on the kitchen counter, you mimicked Fred, ignoring the backflips of your stomach at his words.
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Your stomach flopped again as you rolled over, the wet grass splaying over your face, no doubt covering your cheeks in mud. There was a sharp pain at your side and a nagging in your head as you tried to remember what exactly was happening. Where you were. Where the bloody hell Fred was. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, every breath felt like daggers in your side, your ribs bruised horribly. Whatever happened had certainly left you winded. It could have been worse, though, you thought as your vision cleared up.
Standing up was almost impossible and each breath was wheezy as you fought the fog clouding your mind, your knees sinking into the mud as you did. Your dress was ruined, that much was obvious. The fabric and your skin were both covered in dirt and dust and black marks as you reached your feet. You tried to smooth it down, but it didn’t seem worth it, especially not as your eyes trailed up to see the wedding tent.
Well, what was left of it.
The golden marquee was in tatters, torn here and scorched there. Guests were running under the archways and disappearing into thin air like there was no tomorrow, no doubt encouraged by the black figures shooting brightly coloured spells at their feet. You almost wished the ringing in your ears hadn’t stopped as the sounds of shouting and carnage began to fill your senses.
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“Y/N, you look lovely, dear,” Molly said, the pride in her voice obvious.
“Thanks,” you said, shooting her a wink. “I’ll be sure to pass the message on to my stylist.”
She laughed at the joke, patting your hand softly and leaving to tell someone off, no doubt. You remembered fondly her insistence earlier that no, she was never too busy to do her favourite soon-to-be-daughter-in-law’s hair. It was a good job though, you thought, that Fleur was too busy getting dressed up herself to hear that one.
You finished your champagne, more than grateful that the flute was enchanted as you watched it refill. As you stared, you became suddenly aware of someone’s eyes on you and turned to see Fred sat beside you, a strange look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” you asked lightly, sipping your drink.
“Nothing,” he said, a decidedly un-Fred-like smile playing on his lips. It was far too angelic to be recognisable in his features.
“Is there something on my face?”
You all but slammed your glass on the table, using the shiny napkin holders to try and get a better look at your reflection.
“No,” he chuckled, his laughter only growing as you made faces, looking for some stray crumbs or Aunt Mildred’s lipstick. “There’s nothing wrong with your face.”
He placed his hand on top of yours, stopping your borderline-neurotic inspection. You looked up at him with a pout and a fond smile spread across his lips.
“There is,” he said, cupping your face in his hand and running his thumb along your cheekbone. “Nothing wrong with your face.”
Struggling to hide your pleased grin at his compliment, you leant into his touch.
“Sounds like someone has a crush, Weasley.”
“Oh, really?” he said, his hand leaving your face with a pout in its wake. You smirked though, when he scooted his chair closer to yours, like a child, leaning on the back of yours with his elbow instead.
“I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Mhm,” you nodded, his smile contagious. “Is that so?”
“Actually,” he said conversationally, leaning the side of his head on his hand. “I think you might be the one with the crush.”
“How did you know?” you said dully, slowly placing a hand on your chest in mock surprise. “How can I ever cope with the knowledge that you will never feel the same?”
He barked a laugh at your dry, monotonous tone, his head dropping to the side as he watched you for a moment, an unreadable look in his eyes. That was before, however, a sly smile lifted his lips – a look you were very familiar with when it came to Fred. You fixed him with a suspicious stare.
“How about we get out of here?” he said, shifting in his seat.
“What?”
Your eyes followed him as he stood up, brushing down his suit briefly before offering his hand.
“Come on,” he insisted impatiently. He made a face at your unwillingness.
“Fred,” you said incredulously, shaking your head at his gall. “This is your brother’s wedding.”
“I have other brothers,” he shrugged before rolling his eyes and leaning down to grab your hand. “And we’ll be back in 20 minutes, half an hour, maximum.”
You stood up, enjoying the way his hand twisted to thread your fingers together.
“We will, will we?” you said, raising your eyebrows with an amused grin.
“Yes.”
He moved to wrap his hand around your waist, pulling you closer so he could whisper in your ear.
“With you looking like that, I doubt we’ll need any longer, sweetheart.”
You choked out a laugh at his words and looked around you as you escaped through the side of the tent.
“If we get caught-“ you threatened, cutting yourself off when he shot you a smirk.
“Live a little, sweetheart.”
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“Fred,” you said quietly, your voice coming out hoarse. You blinked, swallowing and letting yourself adjust to the frantic rush of your surroundings.
“Fred,” you repeated, slightly louder this time as your heartbeat began to race.
People were apparating in and out like wildfire and there were already a few bodies collecting on the ground. Only injured, from the looks of it, but your mind thought the worst. Spotting your wand on the ground, you bent down to pick it up, your whole body singing in pain at the stretching of your muscles.
“Merlin,” you muttered, a grimace contorting your features. That was going to hurt tomorrow.
You searched for someone you knew in the crowds, a recognisable face in a sea of sparks and mist and gold wedding decorations. Your reactions weren’t the best, though, and your head was swimming. Albeit, though, you were grateful to be getting your land-legs back with each shaky step. Every flash of red hair you saw had your heartbeat jumping, but none of them were Fred, all most likely some distant Weasley cousin and none of them anybody you wanted to see right now.
What had even happened? One minute you and Fred were watching Fleur and Bill dance – she did look ever so lovely in that dress – and the next you woke up on a bed of damp grass with a killer headache and a distinct lack of memories. You didn’t have to be a genius, though, to put two and two together. The dark figures slowly herding people inside the tent and shooting spells every which way were Death Eaters; you could only hope that Harry had gotten out safely. Despite your hopes, though, your thoughts were preoccupied with Fred and you found yourself praying that he was okay.
“Fred!”
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You hoped you weren’t giggling too loudly, and that your dress wasn’t too creased, and that it wasn’t too obvious what you’d just spent the last 23 minutes doing. As you snuck back into the tent, you separated from Fred, shushing him and moving to interest yourself in the buffet as to avert suspicion. Necessary, you figured, with Fred being so very suspicious. Typically, he ignored your plans and followed you to the buffet table, a cheeky grin slapped across his face
You glared at him, distracting yourself with the mini sausage rolls and putting as much distance between you both as possible. Harry, unlucky as ever, was caught in the crossfire.
“You alright there, Harry?” Fred said, looking over the display. “Any of the classically beautiful Weasley cousins taking your fancy?”
“I’ve got other things on my mind, actually, Fred,” Harry said tightly. You felt your stomach drop slightly; he was far too young to be carrying so much weight on his shoulders.
“Ah, no mind,” Fred replied, as unaffected and blasé as ever. “I’m sure you’ve got your eye on someone else anyway, eh?”
You watched Harry’s face heat up and rolled your eyes affectionately: Fred had a knack for turning even the darkest of issues to humour.
“I’ve got my eye on someone here actually,” Fred said, piling cocktail sausages onto his plate with a mischievous smirk.
“Oh, really?” Harry asked, turning to face Fred. He clearly didn’t care but you did notice his double-take and frowned, your brows drawing together. “Who’s that?”
“Well, if I told you then I’d have to kill you,” Fred nodded solemnly, shoving three mini sandwiches in his mouth at once and shooting you a surprisingly subtle wink.
“Sorry, uh,” Harry stuttered, pointing at Fred and then gesturing to his own face. “You have, uh, something on your-“
“What?”
Fred frowned, his mouth stretching as he swallowed the food and began to rub at his cheek.
“Lipstick, I think,” Harry said, decidedly awkward.
Your eyes widened and you gulped, not daring to look at Fred
“Ah, cheers for that Harry.”
“Not a problem, Fred.”
With that, Harry turned to leave, surprised to see you behind him. You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips and you prayed to Merlin, Godric and even Salazar that he wouldn’t be able to tell.
“Alright, Y/N?” Harry said softly, his mouth set in an embarrassed smile.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice a couple of octaves too high. “Thanks. Enjoy your…”
You looked down at his plate, swallowing uncomfortably as you felt your face heat up.
“Chocolate frogs.”
“Ah,” Harry nodded. “Thanks.”
You clenched your teeth as Harry walked past you, cursing Fred under your breath. Chuckling, he slid next to you, his plate once again overflowing with food.
“Brilliantly eloquent there, love. I don’t doubt that Harry’ll enjoy those chocolate frogs, but I’m sure your well wishes are appreciated.”
“You’re the worst person alive,” you snapped, not looking at him.
“That is not what you said earlier,” he said smugly. You turned to shoot him a dry look as he pushed a block of cheese into his mouth.
“I hate you so much,” you insisted, your smile giving you away.
“Me?” Fred pressed a hand to his chest defensively, spewing crumbs everywhere as he spoke.
“Yes, you-“
Your bickering was cut off by the clinking of a spoon against a champagne class. You both turned to face Molly, who was looking particularly happy with herself as she announced Fleur & Bill’s first dance.
“Come on, you pig,” you huffed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the crowd forming around the happy couple. Despite his grumbling, he put down his plate and followed you. Ever the gentleman, he brushed off crumbs onto his trousers before grabbing for your hand.
As you watched them dance, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. It was hard not to imagine you and Fred in their shoes in a couple years. Molly always told you that you argued like an old married couple as it was, surely it wouldn’t do any harm to make it official. You couldn’t think like that now though, not with the constant threat of war looming. It never seemed more real, though, than when Kingsley Shacklebolt’s patronus appeared, his deep voice ringing through the tent, announcing the incoming storm, creating a frenzy.
Fred’s hand tightened around your own and when the Death Eaters started appearing, you were grateful for the contact. You looked between the faces you recognised, somewhere between heartbroken and horrified to see Ginny and Molly already firing out spells; Harry, Ron and Hermione rushing outside, hopefully apparating to safety. Distracted by the others, you barely noticed a Death Eater appearing next to Fred. Fred, in his panic, didn’t seem to either. Just as he readied his wand, you found yourself pushing Fred to the side and out of the crossfire. The force of the hit ripped your hand from his and the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out cold was your body flying through the side of the tent.
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“Y/N!”
You spun around, the new memories and very familiar headache making you wince as you all but collided with Fred, suffocated instantly in his tight grasp.
“Merlin,” he sighed, his breath fanning against your cheek as you struggled to form a sentence. “Am I glad to see you.”
He pulled away, cupping your cheek with one hand whilst the other still held your waist gently. “You had me so worried.”
He didn’t need to tell you that; you could see it for yourself. His relief was slowly ironing out the deep crease between his brows and his eyes were shining with tears in the light of the moon.
“Pushing me out the way like that, what were you even thinking? Could’ve been killed. Merlin, you flew right through that tent, George had to hold me back, he did. If I wasn’t so bloody worried, I would’ve ripped that bastard to-“
“Fred, we really need to go,“ George insisted, his eyes drifting to you for a moment as he anxiously fiddled with the wand in his grip.
“Hang on a minute,” Fred said distractedly, turning to his brother for a moment as his fingers slotted behind your ears, cradling your face.
“Are you okay, love?”
You breathed for a second, only vaguely aware of the commotion still going on around you. Without another moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around Fred’s neck, holding him close and revelling in the familiar scent of his shampoo. You smiled as he relaxed in your hold, his chin digging into your shoulder.
“Guys-“ George said, the urgency in his voice unmistakable. Fred pulled away abruptly, his worried eyes scanning your face.
“Are you alright to apparate?” he asked, wetting his lips with his tongue.
Summary: Ginny knows about the reader’s crush on her brother and she’ll be dammed if she doesn’t stir the pot a little
Request: Request where you’re in Gryffindor and having a slumber party with some of the girls. You play truth or dare and are dared to say something embarrassing to Fred who’s in the common room with his friends. When you get down there, you struggle to say it and Fred being the ass he is, is just smiling because you’re just there flustered, and in your jammies haha
A/N: I loved this request so so much because I treasure Fred but also girls yes please and also bestfriend!Ginny is my favourite she’s one of my fave characters literally the films did her so dirty
Can you maybe do a part two for it’s so mysterious to me (the one with the female seer and she dies for Fred) but maybe just maybe she gets a second chance, but she no longer has the seer gift. I know the request are closed so obviously you don’t have to do it. But I just love your writing so much!
Hi!!! sorry for the late reply - I thought about this for a while and honestly have no idea whether im going to write a sequel for that one at all. If I figure it out I will definitely let you know :) thank you lovely!
