#fred imagine

Pairing:  Fredx fem!reader/slytherin!reader

Requested: Hi! A Fred Weasley imagine where he finds a cat animagus and he takes a liking in it. Maybe she’s hurt and he helps her, but she’s stuck somehow. And he’s with her all day, then later during dinner, she falls asleep on his lap, and suddenly she turns back into a person but she’s asleep in Fred’s lap, and everyone’s shocked to see who it is. it’s Draco Malfoy’s best friend who’s in slytherin. Maybe Fred’s always had a crush on her and she likes him back.

Warnings: injuries

A/N:  I just want to say that I love this idea and I hope I wrote it well

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Stupid first years. That had been the only thing on your mind as you limped around the halls. You’d been trying to practice your animagus skills when you’d gotten sidetracked by a group of first years coming around the corner. They’d pet you and you pretended to enjoy it, purring at them and hoping they’d go away soon enough. That had been until one of them decided it was a good idea to pick you up from only one of your arms. With a cry you’d fallen to the ground and you’d been stuck as a cat for longer than you would’ve liked. 

“George, look. A cat.” You heard someone’s voice. “I think it’s hurt.” The voice that you’d now realized was Fred Weasley said. “Oh you poor thing.” Fred’s vice startled you when it was right above you. With one hand he scooped you up and pet you between your eyes. You let out a hiss and bit Fred’s finger. “Ow! I’m trying to help you.” Fred whined and settled for carrying you with no other movements. 

Out of all the people that could’ve found you, you hadn’t wanted it to be Fred. You’d had a crush on the boy for years, and this is the closest you’d ever been. You were sure Draco would be having a field day if he saw you. He knew just how your animagus form looked, and he’d known about your crush on the older Weasley twin ever since the both of you had become friends. You wanted nothing more than to rub yourself against his cheek as a thank you for him picking you up. 

“What’s wrong with her?” George asked, both of the boys looking down at you on Fred’s bed. You stared back up at them, wishing you could somehow communicate what exactly you needed. 

“I think it’s the arm? Maybe her paw.” Fred explained, gently probing your arm once again. “Oh!” He exclaimed when he’d finally found the problem. “Poor baby has a dislocated arm.” Fred diagnosed making your heart drop. 

You’d hissed when he tried picking you up again, clawing at his hand with your good paw. A dislocated arm most likely meant you’d have a dislocated shoulder in your human form. You remembered the feeling the last time you’d had one and popping the bone back in place was never fun. With both of the twins coming at you at once you couldn’t fight them off, both of them throwing reassuring cooes your way while Fred put your arm back in place. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Fred scratched under your chin and you let out an involuntary purr, relaxing into him. “I think she’s saying thank you.” He laughed when you rubbed your head on his cheek. “I think I’ll keep you.” Fred pondered, sitting on his bed and placing you in his lap.  You crawled up his chest, sitting down while you looked down at him. 

“What should we name her?” George asked, scratching the top of your head.

“Y/N.” Fred explained making you look at him in shock. 

“What? Why?” George asked, voicing your thoughts.

“I don’t know.” Fred shrugged. “She just reminds of her.” He continued, petting your head all the way down to your tail. “What do you say Y/N?” Fred asked, earning a purr in response. “She likes it.” He smiled at his brother. 

George made his way out of the room, muttering about how crazy his brother was under his breath. You’d tried changing back so you could thank Fred, but the dull pain when you walked let you know you’d be stuck for a while longer. You laid down on Fred’s chest and got comfortable, giving his chin a lick just to hear him laugh. You’d figured you’d make the most of the time you had left. Fred played with you until George came back in, declaring it was time for dinner. 

“You can’t bring her with us.” George protested when he saw you in Fred’s arms. 

“Don’t be mean. Poor thing probably hasn’t eaten. I’ll give her some food and bring her back.” Fred explained, both of them walking out of the Gryffindor common room. Fred continued to baby talk to you, and only stopped when Draco started walking in your direction. 

“Have you lot seen Y/N?” Draco asked the twins, only for his eyes to land on you in Fred’s arms, a knowing smile forming on his face.

“No, she’s your best friend Malfoy, shouldn’t you know where she is?” George asked, and Draco moved closer to you. 

“I just remembered.” Draco smiled. “Where’d you find a cat? I know your parents don’t have enough to get you one.” He explained and you hissed. 

“She was limping around and we helped her.” Fred explained, ignoring his comment while Draco reached his hand out to pet you. 

“Merlin.” Draco hissed pulling his hand away from you. 

“She doesn’t like you.” Fred laughed as Draco shook his hand to stop the pain. “What a good girl.” Fred cooed down at you only making Draco smirk down at you. You would’ve bit him again if it weren’t for Fred holding you, and with a rough pat to your head Draco left. 

You curled in Fred’s lap when he sat down in the Great Hall. At first you’d eaten some of the food held out for you, but you soon felt tired. With a purr you’d rubbed yourself against his stomach and your eyes felt heavier. Before you knew it, you were sound asleep in Fred’s lap. 

“She’s so cute.” Ginny almost squealed but with Fred’s death glare she kept it quiet. She pet you softly and it seemed like everyone’s attention was on the cat in Fred’s lap. 

Fred had stayed seated while the majority of the hall was being cleared out. He hadn’t wanted to wake you up, so all he did was sit and speak quietly to his siblings. Somehow through your nap you’d changed back into your human form, and it seemed on instinct that you curled further into Fred, getting comfortable on his lap and chest. 

“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaimed, his hands raising up and away from himself when he finally took you in.

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Pairing: Fred x fem!reader, George x fem!reader(platonic)

Requested: can you do another sad imagine where the reader is dating fred and she finds out he dead at the battle and george comforts her

Warnings: Fred’s death, injury, sad reader and Weasleys

A/N: ah yes… angst :) I love her. Anyway I started my new class yesterday, but I should still be able to post regular imagines instead of only headcanons, but we’ll see. 

Summary: After getting split up, the worst thing possible happens

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You were stumbling around the halls of Hogwarts, holding your side. You’d regretted going your separate way from the twins even though it was the plan. There was no doubt you wouldn’t be able to calm down until you found the both of them. Your limp was slowing you down as you walked, and you were sure there was no way you could fight off anyone if they were to come at you at that moment. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone ask making you turn around to see Neville. 

“Neville.” You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Let me help you to the great hall. Everyone’s there.” He explained, walking over to you and wrapping your arm around his shoulder while he held you up. 

“Good, that’s good.” You winced when you both started walking a bit faster than you had been previously. 

The walk was silent, neither of you knowing what you could possibly say. You tried focusing on breathing, your side killing you a whole lot more than it had been before. 

“I have to go find someone.” Neville explained once you both reached the door. 

“Okay, stay safe.” You smiled softly and braced yourself on your good side. 

With sad eyes you looked around at all the injured and unmoving bodies laid all around the hall. A flash of red hair caught your attention and it made your head shoot up and you couldn’t help the smallest smile that made its way onto your face when you saw George. You winced when you’d tried walking normally and the closer you got the more anxious you became. It seemed all the Weasleys were standing around someone, and you didn’t miss that all of them were upset. You frantically searched the group for Fred and your stomach dropped when you couldn’t find him. 

“George?” You asked, your voice wavering. You didn’t want your thoughts to be true, hoping your boyfriend had still been wandering around somewhere in the school. All the Weasleys’ attention seemed to snap toward you, and George quickly walked over to you. “Where… where is he?” You whispered, the answer already written on his face, but you needed to hear it. There was a small part of you that was still holding onto the hope he might be somewhere else. 

“Y/N…” George trailed, his voice cracking when his attention averted to Fred’s limp body making your heart shatter and bile rise in your throat. 

“No.” You croaked, your knees buckling. “No no no.” You choked out, your knees giving out from under you. Whimpered no’s continued to leave you while you crawled over to him. Your shaking hand made its way up to hold his face. “Freddie.” You sniffed, resting your forehead on his. 

Memories of your time together started hitting you all at once. From the first train ride to Hogwarts, to the yearly three person trail that would run into platform nine and three quarters together. Your first kiss at the astronomy tower. The picnics you’d have on the quidditch field. The victory kisses you’d share after games. The time Fred and George invited you over to the borough for the first time. All the late nights the three of you would spend planning everything you’d all sell at the shop. Then you remembered the thing that broke your heart the most. The ring on your finger. Fred’s promise to love you forever, even through all your problems that may come along the way. At the thought, your crying became even harder. 

“Y/N.” George’s shaky voice pulled you from your thoughts making you shake your head. “Y/N.” He repeated, pulling you away gently. 

You clung to him for dear life, shoving your face in his chest as he held you tightly. You fisted his shirt in your fingers tightly, continuing to shake. George’s cries filled your ears, and this only made you feel worse. 

“Y/N, dear.” Molly’s voice made you pull away and turn to her. “You’re hurt.” She pointed out making you look down at your side, but you waved her off sadly. 

“I’m alright.” You whispered, crouching down before sitting down near Fred’s head. 

“We should get you checked out.” George explained, sitting down next to you. 

“You aren’t taking me anywhere but here.” You shook your head, your eyes never leaving Fred. Reaching out, you moved the hair away from his forehead and scooted closer before kissing it gently. “I miss you already my love.” You whispered, grabbing his hand to hold in yours. 

George’s arm wrapped around you and you let your head rest on his shoulder. You let the tears fall freely, not bothering to wipe them away since you knew they were only going to get replaced with more. George’s head rested on yours, and the wet drips you felt every now and then let you know he was crying too. Grabbing his hand in your free one, you brought it over so the three of you were connected. 

“I love you. The both of you.” You sniffed, looking up at George. 

“We love you too. Always have, always will.” He smiled softly down to you, squeezing his hand over yours and Fred’s. 

“Okay.” You whispered to yourself, taking a shaky breath while you reached over to the ring on Fred’s other hand. “I’m sorry.” You cried, slipping the ring off and kissing his ring finger gently before placing his hand back down. “Now you can have one too.” You choked out, grabbing George’s hand and slipping it on. “One for me, and one for you. To promise to keep his memory alive.” You explained, pausing when you inhaled sharply to stop yourself from full on sobbing. “To promise that we’ll always be here for each other, no matter what.” You continued, looking up at George’s tear stained face. “And to promise that nothing will change even though he’s… gone.” You explained, looking him in the eye. “And to never go a day without a joke in his honor.” You choked out. 

The three of you had planned on living together as soon as you could, and the battle had put a hold on the plan. The three of you always did everything tougher, even going as far as letting George third wheel on dates. 

“I’d like that.” George nodded, scooting even closer to his brother. 

You all continued to sit and stand in silence. Letting it fully sink in that Fred was truly gone. Before you all left George had leant down to his brother’s ear. No one catching his last words to his other half. 

“I’ll take care of her, Freddie. I promise.”

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Pairing: Fred x fem!reader

Requested: This is based off of Fred’s portion of the Pregnancy post I did ages ago

Warnings: none

A/N: I was going to do this a long time ago, but better late than never :)

Summary: Fred’s clueless to your surprise dinner and needs everything spelled out for him

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Your heart was racing, almost beating out of your chest when you looked down at the stick. The positive made your stomach churn, but it could’ve easily been the morning sickness you’d thought was food poisoning. You quickly hid the test under toilet paper when you heard a knock at the door and turned the faucet on to wash your shaking hands. 

“Good morning.” Fred yawned, walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Morning.” You whispered, staring at your hands intently while you scrubbed for dear life. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, kissing your temple and standing up straighter. 

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat and shook your hands to air dry them once you turned off the water. “Just waking up that’s all.” You lied with what you hoped would be a convincing smile up to your husband. 

“I have some things to take care of today. Can you help George out down at the shop?” He asked, rubbing his nose against your skin. 

“Of course I can.” You smiled and kissed him softly when he pulled away. “I’ll go get ready.” You explained, walking out and taking a deep breath. 

You didn’t know why you hadn’t told him right then and there, but your nerves and shock had taken over. You’d walked around like a zombie during the better part of the morning. How were you going to tell Fred? You needed to come up with something good that would make up for not telling him right when he walked into the bathroom. With a sigh you walked over to George who had been sorting displays for the past hour.

“George, I need your help with something.” You explained making the younger twin look at you. 

“Yeah, what is it? Is everything alright?” He asked, worry evident in his tone.

“You have to promise not to blab because I haven’t told Fred yet.” You started and George’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. 

“You’re pregnant aren’t you!” George explained more than questioned making you hush him. 

“Wanna speak any louder?” You hissed and pulled him away from the rest of the customers. “How should I tell him? I couldn’t just say it this morning. Any ideas?” You asked when you got into the office. 

“Fireworks.” He stated matter of factly making you look at him with a cocked brow. “I can make a custom one that says it. He’ll love it.” George tried, bouncing on the balls of his feet making you shake your head with a small laugh. 

“Thank you for the suggestion George, but I think I’m going to go for something more subtle.” You explained and patted his shoulder. 

You’d asked almost everyone you could for any ideas. All the Weasleys already knew you were pregnant thanks to George’s big mouth, and you were shocked that Fred was still in the dark. No one’s suggestions seemed to be helpful. It all sounded like the way they wanted to be told, and Molly even went as far as explaining how she told Arthur. It hasn’t been until Ginny expressed her confusion for ideas you calmed. It hadn’t been until you were grocery shopping that the idea formed, and you couldn’t wait to put it into action. 

“How was your day?” Fred asked making you jump and turn around to see him standing in the doorway.

“It was good. I made us a special dinner.” You smiled nervously, earning a smile from Fred.

“You’re the best, I don’t deserve a girl as amazing as you.” He hummed, hugging you and kissing your temple.

“Such a charmer.” You teased, grabbing the plates before making your way to the table. You gave Fred a quick kiss before going back to the oven and set the timer for the desserts you had put in only moments before.

“What is all this?” He asked, making you smile. 

“Baby back ribs with baby carrots and baby corn.” You explained, drawing out the baby each time you said it.

Fred thanked you quietly for the food, and began eating. You groaned silently and watched him intently while you began picking at your food. Should you have spelled it out with the carrots and corn on the plate?

“All baby foods?” Fred asked after a while and you held your breath. 

“Yes. All baby foods.” You tried emphasizing. 

“Makes me feel like a giant.” He joked and grabbed one of the baby corns before plopping it into his mouth. 

You could’ve killed him right then and there. You loved the man but he could be clueless to your hints sometimes. You’d tried emphasizing the baby theme the entire night and he was still none the wiser to the bun in the oven. You began grumbling to yourself, stabbing all the vegetables with your fork as though they did something wrong to you. It wasn’t until your dessert of mini cupcakes that you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh for the love of Merlin, Fred.” You groaned when you saw the boy giddily digging into his dessert. “I’m pregnant!” You all but shouted making him cough on the bite he had just attempted to swallow.

“You’re serious?” He asked once he got the coughing to settle, hope in his eyes. 

“Yes.” You nodded with a smile on your face. 

Fred threw himself out of his chair, and the sound of dishes clattering and the table creaking made your eyes go wide. It hadn’t been until you were on your back facing the ceiling with Fred wrapped around you that you registered what he’d just done.

“You just jumped across the table.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“You’re pregnant!” He exclaimed and held you close. “We’re having a baby.” He whispered in your ear making you melt and wrap your arms around him. 

“Yeah… we are.” You whispered back, smiling when he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. 

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