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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I'm Bee and I love to write fluffy fanfiction :3
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a/n: My favourite character is Fred if you can't tell. I'm also taking fantastic beasts requests 👀 newt and theseus requests please!!
Pairings: Fred Weasley x Wife!Reader (I'm fuckign tweaking)
Warnings: Fred not dead 🤫🥰, pregnancy, marriage, reader is female, usage of pet names (love and darling), this is set shortly after the second wizarding war
a/n: I have exams tomorrow and I'm writing Fred Weasley x wife reader fic??? I think I need the mental hospital
You and Fred started dating in your first year of Hogwarts. It was a small parchment of paper passed to you, asking, 'do you want to be my girlfriend? Circle yes or no' I mean you both were eleven, without a worry in the world and there wasn't any harm in dating. And when the school years went by, it seems like it wasn't just a silly childhood crush after all because you've both become accustomed to calling each other your boyfriend and girlfriend and hanging out together everywhere.
You've had your awkward first kiss, reluctant hand holding, and even broken up a couple of times during your time in Hogwarts. But what surprised you the most is why you said yes to his marriage proposal! I mean, it's common knowledge that most highschool relationships just don't work out. But now, you have officially been dating for a little over 6 or more years, if you don't count the times you've broken up over silly arguments— you've even moved in with him and George!
can i request a fred weasley x slytherin (maybe someone from black family) reader? thank u so much!!
Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader
plotline: reader is a Slytherin with a death eater family. You're kinda disconnected from them and gives valuable information to the order of the phoenix, letting you stay at Grimmauld Place— where the notorious troublemaker Fred Weasley is. not to mention his giant crush on you.
A/n: I would like to do Fred x reader from the black family but I can't because I think it's kinda weird I'm sorrey 😭
Warnings: mentions of blood and violence and also it's a bit rushed sorry I was writing until 5am and didn't even sleep plus it's a school night😭💔
Grimmauld Place was where you and Fred Weasley met each other for the first time. Surely as fellow Hogwarts students, you've met each other before once or twice, right? Nope! You were part of the Slytherin house and he was in Gryffindor and shared only one class together.
But you've definitely seen him before for sure, whenever he and his identical twin were getting detention or losing house points very loudly in class. Even when you've been ushered out of the library when it was starting to get late at night, you'd notice the twins sneaking off somewhere from their tower.
They'd never taken the initiative to talk to you, though, as they never really needed to. But Fred does notice the way you've been targeted for your family name. Even Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson might try to talk with you to join forces but you just ignore them everytime, earning some foul expressions in return.
Yet he can't seem to ignore the fact that you're breathtaking. He can't believe it himself that he's thinking of you in such a way.. And he definitely lingered his eyes on you a little too long one time during the Yule Ball. Eventually, he started asking people around what you're like, what you're up to if you left the class abruptly or who you went to the Yule Ball with— which was weeks ago.
can i request a fred weasley x slytherin (maybe someone from black family) reader? thank u so much!!
Pairings: Fred Weasley x Reader
plotline: reader is a Slytherin with a death eater family. You're kinda disconnected from them and gives valuable information to the order of the phoenix, letting you stay at Grimmauld Place— where the notorious troublemaker Fred Weasley is. not to mention his giant crush on you.
A/n: I would like to do Fred x reader from the black family but I can't because I think it's kinda weird I'm sorrey 😭
Warnings: mentions of blood and violence and also it's a bit rushed sorry I was writing until 5am and didn't even sleep plus it's a school night😭💔
Grimmauld Place was where you and Fred Weasley met each other for the first time. Surely as fellow Hogwarts students, you've met each other before once or twice, right? Nope! You were part of the Slytherin house and he was in Gryffindor and shared only one class together.
But you've definitely seen him before for sure, whenever he and his identical twin were getting detention or losing house points very loudly in class. Even when you've been ushered out of the library when it was starting to get late at night, you'd notice the twins sneaking off somewhere from their tower.
They'd never taken the initiative to talk to you, though, as they never really needed to. But Fred does notice the way you've been targeted for your family name. Even Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson might try to talk with you to join forces but you just ignore them everytime, earning some foul expressions in return.
Yet he can't seem to ignore the fact that you're breathtaking. He can't believe it himself that he's thinking of you in such a way.. And he definitely lingered his eyes on you a little too long one time during the Yule Ball. Eventually, he started asking people around what you're like, what you're up to if you left the class abruptly or who you went to the Yule Ball with— which was weeks ago.
Can you do maybe a Hermione x Slytherin! reader (gender neutral please)
Thank you 🐠
Pairings: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader
Warnings: none 😇 also I accidentally just made this a general dating Hermione headcannons so erm I tried to mention Slytherin as much as I could
a/n: hi guys I have an exam next week and suddenly I'm having the urge to write
Hermione keeps her head in her books and hardly notices anyone besides her two best friends unless it's something academic related. She'd probably started noticing you when you took the time out of your day to ask her out to Hogsmeade, or even beat Viktor to asking her to the Yule Ball!
At first she didn't even notice you're from Slytherin, she's too busy getting to know other things from you first. In the middle of a conversation, she'll finally realise it and was like "Oh! Oh..." But then shook off the feeling and tried to ask you questions about what your house was like or what it's like being a Slytherin. And if you ask her questions back, she'll like it too!
Nevermind your house, she's likely to not care as much where one comes from as long as they're a good person. And that you are. Ron and Harry would definitely be prejudiced about it a little, though. Overtime, Ron managed to get used to seeing you around Hermione. And Harry just goes along with anything despite his views. He'll start liking you too, once he learns that you're not so bad after all.
If your family are pureblood supremacists she'd definitely be wary a bit with you. Don't blame her, she's a muggle-born after all! She'll comfort you if things were ever bad at home.
When it came to asking Hermione to officially date, she'd be ecstatic. There's no doubt she likes it when her partner takes the initiative first. However, of course, she'd love to get to know you first on a deeper level. And she'll see past your family's history, pureblood supremacists or not— she kind of likes a little thrill in her life after all!
She would defend you if any of her friends make fun of her for liking you. "But they're a-a... Slytherin!" And she'd give them a million reasons why you're not like the other pureblood mania Slytherins.
If you play for the quidditch Slytherin team, she's going to be so conflicted whether to cheer for you or her own house... Her own two best friends are in the Gryffindor quidditch team! But alas, the Gryffindor team is always unbeatable against Slytherin— so who would mind if she cheered for the opposite team just a little bit?
If you're the type to break rules in school, she'd probably scold you a lot. As a prefect, she's bound to catch you on skipping class or walking around the corridors at night. She's let you off the hook one too many times and won't be afraid of taking points off your house. I mean, it's her responsibility!
Lastly... She's the good gift giver. Well... If you liked a homework planner or history book as a present. If you simply asked for her hand knitted socks or hats, she'd be really pleased to do so. She'll make it in your house colors— a bit tacky looking, but that's because she's practicing! It means to say, she loves to do new things just for you.
Pairings: Fred Weasley x muggle!reader
Warnings: just a load of fluff and also Freds alive !!! No mentions of the Wizarding war
Once holiday break, Fred is away from the WWW and everything to do with magic. He wants to experience something new, maybe he was with his father somewhere for awhile exploring the customs of muggles.
From there, he meets you. He's so taken aback by your first impression, he wants to meet you again. But he doesn't exactly have a phone or computer to contact you. So, you took it upon yourself to teach him how to use public postal services.
You find it a bit weird how he has absolutely no clue how to do these types of things, or even have a phone in this day and age. Fred would love to learn everything about muggles from you— discreetly of course. It would actually be really silly why someone would be so fascinated by telephone booths and airplanes but he'd cover it up by saying he lives in a remote village or something.
FRED WEASLEY AND ALL TOO WELL😭🫶 pleasee
summary: your daughter gets curious about all the different parchment you had stored away.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader
includes: reader’s last name is Lupin, mainly fluff and angst, kissing, playful teasing, pregnancy, death, crying (this fic is practically as long as the song)
a/n: first fic of the 2k celebration! also, i cried everytime i came back to write this 😭 i miss him so much
It had been exactly eleven years since your beautiful baby girl Charlotte was born, Molly and Arthur Weasley's first grandchild. Born a pureblood, she would be going to Hogwarts this September and you couldn't be more proud. From all the stories Charlotte heard about your time at Hogwarts, she knew she would have the time of her life. Especially since all the stories were about you, her father, and her uncles. You would tell her all the stories of how the twins and Lee would set up pranks only to be scolded by McGonagall. Sometimes you had to scold them too.
could you write something for fred weasley, where she is a ravenclaw a year younger than him.
set during the order of the phoenix
i just imagine him pining over her and she is completely clueless!!
thank you so much 💓
Owwn, that's sooo cute! I hope you like it ~ ♡♡
Fred Weasley wasn’t used to being subtle. Subtlety wasn’t his style, nor was it George’s. Together, they thrived in chaos—big laughs, loud pranks, and cheeky grins that could charm anyone. But when it came to you, the Ravenclaw with a sharp wit and a knack for disappearing into books, Fred was completely out of his depth.
It started during his sixth year at Hogwarts, just after the Yule Ball. He’d spotted you sitting by the lake, scribbling in a notebook while everyone else was in the Great Hall. You’d looked serene, the light casting a soft glow on your face, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, Fred couldn’t look away.
From that moment on, you were everywhere in his mind—your quiet laugh, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused, your quick comebacks during classes that left even the professors impressed. Fred was smitten, but you? You didn’t seem to notice.
The next year, with the return of the Order of the Phoenix and Umbridge’s suffocating reign at Hogwarts, Fred’s feelings for you only deepened. You were a year younger, busy with OWLs and your role as a prefect. Somehow, amidst the chaos of rebellion, studying, and secret meetings, Fred found himself looking for you at every opportunity.
“Oi, Fred,” George said one evening as they prepared for another Dumbledore’s Army meeting. “You’ve got that ridiculous look on your face again.”
Fred frowned, tossing a Dungbomb into his bag. “What look?”
“The one you get whenever she’s around,” George teased, smirking. “It’s pathetic, really.”
Fred tried to play it cool. “Don’t know what you’re on about.”
“Oh, please,” George said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been pining after her for months. Why don’t you just tell her?”
Fred hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “She’s… different, George. She’s not like the others. And besides, she’s clueless. She probably doesn’t even know I exist.”
George snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re Fred Weasley. Everyone knows you exist. Just talk to her.”
Fred groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple.”
It wasn’t. Because you, brilliant and focused, seemed completely unaware of Fred’s attention. When he made jokes in the Great Hall, your laugh was polite but distracted. When he tried to help you in the library—“You don’t need that many books, love. I’ll carry a few for you.”—you thanked him absentmindedly before disappearing into the stacks.
Fred even tried showing off during Quidditch practice, pulling risky stunts that earned cheers from the stands, but your head was buried in a book.
“Clueless,” Fred muttered to himself as he landed his broom, shaking his head.
The tipping point came during one of the Dumbledore’s Army meetings. You had joined after hearing about the group from Luna Lovegood, and Fred had never been more grateful for Harry Potter’s rebellious streak.
That night, the Room of Requirement was buzzing with energy. Fred watched as you stood at the back of the room, your wand poised as Hermione demonstrated a disarming spell. You were biting your lip in concentration, and Fred felt his heart do a ridiculous flip.
When it was time to practice, Fred saw his chance.
“Need a partner?” he asked, sidling up to you with his trademark grin.
You looked up, surprised. “Oh, Fred. Sure, if you don’t mind.”
Fred pretended to be casual, but his heart was racing. As you practiced the spell, he couldn’t help but admire how determined you were, how focused.
“You’re pretty good at this,” he said after you successfully disarmed him for the third time.
You gave him a small smile. “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”
Fred laughed. “Not too bad? I’m brilliant, love.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, and Fred took it as a small victory.
Over the weeks, Fred found more excuses to talk to you. He’d sit next to you during DA meetings, crack jokes to make you smile, and even sneak you sweets from Honeydukes.
But you remained oblivious, chalking up Fred’s attention to his usual charm and friendliness.
One evening, after a particularly intense DA session, Fred found you lingering in the Room of Requirement, studying your wand with a thoughtful expression.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
You looked up, startled. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… everything feels so serious lately.”
Fred nodded, his usual grin fading. “Yeah, it does.”
There was a pause, and then you added softly, “But it’s good to have this. To feel like we’re doing something that matters.”
Fred stared at you, his chest tightening. He wanted to tell you how much you mattered—to him, to this fight, to everything. But the words caught in his throat.
Instead, he said, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
You blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”
Fred rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. “I mean it. You’re brilliant and kind and… you’ve got this way of making everything seem less terrible. I don’t know how you do it.”
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away. “Fred, I—”
Before you could finish, the door opened, and George poked his head in. “Oi, Fred! We’re leaving.”
Fred sighed, his moment ruined. “Be right there.”
As you gathered your things, Fred cursed himself for being such a coward.
It wasn’t until a week later, during a rare quiet evening in the library, that everything changed.
You were sitting at a table, surrounded by books, when Fred appeared, holding a chocolate frog.
“For you,” he said, sliding it across the table.
You looked up, puzzled. “Why?”
Fred hesitated, then said, “Because I like you, alright? And not in the ‘you’re my friend’ kind of way. I like you.”
You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“I know,” Fred continued, his cheeks reddening. “You probably think I’m joking, but I’m not. I’ve liked you for ages, and I’m terrible at hiding it, and—”
“Fred.”
He stopped rambling, looking at you nervously.
“You like me?” you asked, as if you couldn’t quite believe it.
Fred nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
A slow smile spread across your face. “I… I think I like you too.”
Fred blinked. “You think?”
You laughed softly. “I’ve never thought about it before, but… yeah. I do.”
Fred grinned, his heart soaring. “Well, that’s a start.”
And as you shared your first kiss in the quiet corner of the library, Fred decided that all the pining had been worth it.