Tired Eyes Are The Death Of Me // F.w.

tired eyes are the death of me // f.w.

summary: a quiet night in the common room between fred and reader

warnings: none

word count: 2k

a/n: SUPER fluffy, basically no plot just fluff. was hesitant to post this so let me know if you guys liked it!! Working on a bigger fic that should be up soon! love u :)

Fred, George, and Lee found themselves racing into the Gryffindor common room at top speed with panting breaths and silenced laughs. It was a few nights before the holidays and they had just set off an exploding Christmas present in Professor Umbridge’s office.

It was late at night, the best time for a prank as extreme as sneaking into Umbridge’s office, which allowed them a clear path through the hallways as most students were already tucked into bed at this point. They were not expecting any Gryffindors to be awake in the common room, which is why they did not hold back in releasing their loud laughter.

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“hello?” | f.w. | oneshot ☎️

pairing: fred weasley x non gender specific! reader

summary: modern au! what happens when you mix heavy drinking while you dial your best friend-who you’ve had a thing for fucking ages?

a drunk confession of love, of course.

warnings: swearing, mentions of heavy drinking (please drink safely & responsibly)

A/N: began writing this the morning after i drunk dialled my co-worker 😀

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You laid in your room, your focus drifting to and from the tv, where you watched some cheesy rom-com- that you don’t even remember putting on.

Your nightstand table is littered with multiple half-empty bottles of alcohol and used shot glasses.

An occasional snack wrapper littered on the floor along with an empty bag of chips; your phone across your bed, the tv being the only source of light in the dark room.

Your mind was hazy, and you could hear your heart beat in your ears- if you lied completely still.

This was supposed to be a happy occasion- celebrating, your admittance into your dream college- but all you can think about is who you wish you could be sharing this moment with.

Freddie.

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i’ll catch you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: “Up close, Y/N could see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand…”

☞ Curse Breaker reader x Dragon-tamer Charlie Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, sprinkles of angst, dragons (duh), mentions of a dead animal, mentions of dragon eating dead animal (lol), post-war timeline (although not that important)

WC: 4.5k+ , Part 2 coming soon!

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It’s Always Been You

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Your first kiss with Sirius.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smoking, kissing

Prompt: “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

A/N: This is my fic for bestie elle’s @sunrisefairy 2k writing challenge. Ilysm congratulations bestie you deserve the world <3

That moment. It was that moment that you knew something was missing, rather someone. Things didn’t feel quite so bright or quite so full of energy, the room didn’t feel quite the same. It was void of the liveliness only one person in particular could bring. Maybe it’s just because he’s your best friend and you’re his, maybe it’s just because you can’t be found more than a few feet from each other almost all the time. Maybe, you weren’t quite sure. But it wasn’t hard to figure out that Sirius had wandered off elsewhere.

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The Sunday Prophet (Remus Lupin x gn!reader)

Summary: Remus reads the newspaper aloud in bed.

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff (lmk if you think of any)

Word count: 880

A/n: Ta-da! My first fic for my Soft Sundays series! I’m really looking forward to continuing this, I hope you like it as much as I do.

You wake up to a soft rustling sound. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the wall next to your bed. The curtains are open half way, a bright light is filtering in. You whine and turn away from the window. You rub at your eyes before reopening them and spotting Remus sitting next to you in bed. You conclude that the rustling sound was his newspaper that he folds up when he notices you’re awake.

“Hello my love. How did you sleep?” He asks, sliding down to lie down next to you and planting a kiss on your hairline. You scooch closer to him, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer. You lazily kiss his collarbone as he rubs your lower back.

“‘M sleepy” you grumble. You feel Remus’ light chuckle as your body rises and falls with his chest.

“Wanna stay here for a little while?” He whispers, kissing your forehead once more. You nod and curl up closer to Remus. For a while the two of you don’t move, simply enjoying the feeling and warmth of each other.

“Can you read to me?” You ask, remembering Remus was reading the newspaper when you woke up. Remus reaches back to grab the paper on his night table. He sits up and you settle your head on his lap.

Remus shakes the Sunday prophet like a sheet and it opens upright. You smile to yourself, looking forward to having him read to you. The sound of his voice is as sweet as honey and as soothing as the waves swaying on the shore. You’ve always been fond of watching him as he reads aloud. His eyes are bright as he absorbs new information. The way he licks his soft lips before starting a new paragraph. How he flares his nose when he reads something he disapproves of. Or the small smile on his face when he finds something cute.

When Remus starts reading an article about a tea leaf reading club in a little village north of England you can’t help but pout. Remus placed the newspaper between you and him so you can’t see his face. You shift a little farther forward and push up the bottom of the newspaper. You then sneak the top of your head under the paper and peak up at Remus. He slowly looks away from the words on the page and down at you.

Remus’ eyes are soft. He lifts the newspaper a little higher to better see your face. You blink at him through your lashes, pleading him to move the paper only with your eyes.

“Watch’a doing down there?” He sings with an eyebrow lifted. You pull the newspaper further away to show the rest of your face.

“Just want to see you, that’s all.” You give him your sweetest smile and bat your eyes. Remus shakes his head but you can still see a faint smile on his lips. Finally he moves the paper so it’s behind your head. You shift again to get comfortable and smile to yourself, pleased with your accomplishment.

“You're adorable. You know that?” Laughs Remus as he looks down at you with adoring eyes. You simply smile and giggle a little.

Remus starts to read again. You listen to every word, as you feel the vibrations of his voice. With the soothing sound of his reading, the cozy blankets, and his warm body, you feel so relaxed. A feeling hard to find during the busy week.

Remus continues to read the paper. He goes through one article after the other. About a quarter of an hour later he’s reading a story about an auror’s most recent escapade with a vampire.

Suddenly you reach your hand up and cup his cheek. Remus stops reading and looks down at you. There’s a moment of silence, he must be waiting for you to say something.

“Everything alright my love?” He asks gently.

You shrug lightly. “I’m just happy to be here with you. Wanted to make sure this was really happening.” You rub a gentle circle on his cheek with your thumb before letting your arm drop.

Remus blinks slowly and folds up the newspaper. He lifts your head off his lap and guides you to the pillow on your side of the bed. Remus lies down next to you and pulls you into a tight hug. He plants a kiss on your forehead, then each of your cheeks, your nose, your chin and then your lips. The two of you kiss lazily for a couple minutes. The kisses are sweet and loving.

When you finally pull apart Remus touches your forehead with his. You sigh. It’s a happy sigh. One that happens only when you’re utterly content. Remus smiles and kisses you once more.

“What was that for?” You tease. Remus hums and moves onto his back looking at the ceiling. You move your head onto his chest and look up at him through your lashes.

“Just wanted to make sure this was really happening.” You can hear him smiling before you see it. Unable to resist you prop yourself on your elbows and kiss him one more time.

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request from nonnie!! “Hello! I love your writing, I was wondering i could request something for Fred. Maybe a soulmate AU like matching tattoos or you can see how in danger tour soulmate is with a meter or Hanahaki situation? I love your writing sooo much!”

pairing: fred x reader

word count: 4.5k OOPS

A/N: hi love! SUPER CUTE PROMPT, i adore soulmate aus. so i actually did a fred soulmate au with tattoos which you can find here so i figured i’d do something different for this prompt, hope you still enjoy :) also, wtf, i feel like my writing sucks here, soooo feedback, reblogs, comments, anything please? gah ty

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When Fred Weasley heard all of the girls talking animatedly and breathlessly at the welcome feast about the prospect of finding their soulmates this year, and taking turns eyeing him up and down as if they were certain he was theirs, he couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat – his brother, George, elbowed him gently in the ribs, laughing at his twin’s skittishness.

Fred just sighed. The entire Great Hall was erupting with whispers and wandering eyes and annoying giggles. Each and every fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh year were hungrily searching for, and awaiting, their soulmate, for they would find them before the end of the school year. Or, at least, that’s what the Weasleys had told the twins.

He pretended not to care, he really did – when his older brothers started chatting him and George up at the Burrow this past summer, and as Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione listened with amazement, Fred had sealed his lips without giving anyone a word. The others had just laughed, keen on taking advantage of this very quiet Fred.

Fred just stayed as quiet as he could. Because everyone knew how he felt.

The problem was, as much as he tried to hide his feelings about the whole prospect, Fred certainly cared. Actually, Fred seemed to care all too much.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to find his soulmate – he wanted that more than anything. But if he was being honest, he was terrified.

Terrified of finding the woman he’d spend his life with. Terrified if it turned out to be someone he didn’t expect. Terrified, he knew, if it ended up being someone other than you.

Fred had always been a confident bloke, there was no denying that, but when Mrs. Weasley had pulled him into a bone crushing hug on Platform Nine and Three Quarters before they’d departed for school and squealed, “Oh, Freddie! Do bring her home for Christmas, yes? I’ll have to knit her a sweater!” Fred suddenly felt very pressured to bring home a nice girl. Not that he could help it, really. It wasn’t exactly up to him as to when this year his soulmate would appear, or who his soulmate would be. But he could hope. Maybe he could even will it into existence, if he tried hard enough. He swallowed his feelings and boarded the Hogwarts Express, ignoring the fact that seventh years specifically were supposedly going to find their soulmates before the holidays.

He’d always fancied you, and he always thought he made it rather obvious, actually. His flirting was top tier, his compliments heartfelt and consistent – blimey, you two had even danced the entire night away at the Yule Ball, flushed and giddy from the Butterbeer and dazzling Christmas decorations that illuminated the Great Hall. And yet, the two of you were still not together. Not technically, anyway.

Not for lack of trying on his part, though. How many times had it been that he’d done some over-the-top prank and landed himself in another detention, just to impress you? How many times had he asked you to take a stroll in Hogsmeade? Bloody hell, to have tea at Madam Puddifoot’s? More times than he could count, embarrassingly.

It’s not that you didn’t like him. He was your best mate. What wasn’t to like? That adorable, disheveled ginger hair of his, the constellation of freckles sprinkled across his nose, the very obvious way he could always make you laugh with the nonsense he’d get himself into, the way his face would split into a bright smile at the sight of you – there really wasn’t anything to dislike, if you were being honest. On the flipside though, there was the whole possibility of ruining the friendship thing, and also the finding your true soulmate thing. There were too many contributing factors, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend. And besides, there was no way that Fred Weasley was your soulmate.

Little did you know, he had a plan to prove that you were.

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