Pairing:George x Reader Request:I L O V E your imagines <3 Could you do a George imagine where Hufflepuff reader is Neville’s sister and George can’t belive he fancies her and Harry, Ron and Fred are teasing him about it? A/N:I actually read an Imagine with a very similar prompt and it’s actually one of my favourite Imagines! the link is here if you wanna check it out, I’ll try not to make mine too similar (also sorry for my super long hiatus) Squicks:None
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The entire school was together in the Great Hall for dinner at their respective tables, all talking amongst themselves over the enormous mounds of food.
In the middle of he and Fred’s heated debate on who knows what, George soon loses interest when the Hufflepuff girl from his Care for Magical Creatures class walks up to the Gryffindor table. Since no one wanted to take Hagrid’s class, those who did choose the class from fourth and fifth years were put together, which is how George had first seen her today for their first class of the year.
Fred followed his brother’s gaze and they both fall silent, wondering what reason she would have for coming up to them. George’s mind raced with different scenarios of how she could somehowknow how big of a crush he had on her, but instead of coming up to them, she went up to Neville.
“Hey Nev, here’s that Herbology book you wanted, I’ve been meaning to catch you all day,” she says, handing a book to Neville, who had the eyes of about half of Gryffindor on him, while the other half were all admiring Y/n.
“Thanks Y/n, I’ll give it back to you when I can,” he says with a smile.
Y/n looks across the table to see the twins looking back at her, one of them with a slight blush,
“Oh, you’re both in Hagrid’s class with me aren’t you?” she says with a smile, to which George returns eagerly.
“We are indeed, and what might your name be?” Fred asks,
“I’m Y/n, now which one is Fred and which is George?” you say, looking between the two of them quizzically.
Fred introduces the two of them, pointing to each of them respectively when doing so.
“Ah, so George is the cute one,” you say with a flirty grin, to which George’s eyes widen and Fred calls bullshit. You laugh, not knowing which reaction is funnier, “I guess I’ll be seeing you two around more often,” you say with a wink before turning on your heel to head back to your spot on the Hufflepuff table.
Everyone fell quiet until you had sat back down with your friends, when all the notable Gryffindor students laughed and whistled at George, who was now even more red than before.
“How do you know her anyway?” Fred asks Neville as George hides his face in his hands,
“Are you kidding me? She’s my sister,” Neville responds, causing George to look up, the same look of confusion and shock etched on both his and Fred’s faces; the only way you’d be able to tell them apart was by George’s blush.
“She’swhat?!”they both say loudly, Neville taken aback by their sudden shock,
The Hufflepuff girls around y/n all giggle loudly, as Y/n says to them, “sounds like Neville’s told them who I am”.
“You never told us your sister was so hot?!” Fred says, still bewildered by the new information,
“I don’t know how close you and your family are but I don’t personally find my own sister hot,” Neville responds wearily, as Ron grunts back a laugh.
“Hey hey, don’t be such a smart arse to your future brother-in-law’s brother,” Fred says, earning a punch to the arm from George.
Neville pulls a disgusted face, “dear God, I hope she has more sense than to put me through that kind of hell,” he says looking between the two brothers, who were now back to discussing the ever-so-beautiful Y/n.
i really want to read some coool fics from you guys and i know some of you are writers just like i am, or maybe you want to start writing, so here’s my writing contest! (even if it isnt really a contest, just something you all can participate in)
all you have to do is tag me in the fic,
send me an ask that you wrote a fic with the prompt you chose,
and have #idas writing contest in the tags!
maybe you’ll get a reblog who knows i just wanna read sum stuff
꒰ rules ꒱
- has to be a new fic
- no smut please thank youu
- has to be posted before 22nd saturday 2022, latest 0:00 am
- you can write fics for people in my masterlist (mcyt, hp characters (also marauders era included), encanto characters, and timothee chalamet)
A/N this is a fanfic I started a long time ago. If you guys want me to continue let me know!
1989
Every witch and wizard dreams of the day they go to Hogwarts. Wondering if they will live up to their parents legacy.
Charlotte Luciano sat alone on the train. The words of her father replayed in her mind, make me proud.
Everyone passed by her cart pointing. Lottie was almost as famous as Harry Potter himself. Her family was well known in the wizarding world. Her mother’s father, Newt Scamander had cause a huge scandal in America. While her father’s father was the owner of the largest book shop in diagon alley. When Lottie was two, her mothers best friend Lily and her husband James were killed by you-know-who. Lily was more of an mother to her than her own. She watched her everyday and every night. The night Lily was killed Lottie spent the night in Godric’s Hollow, but she couldn’t recall that night.
Lottie ran her fingers nervously through her dark hair. The tangles kept getting caught on her chubby little fingers. She frequently rubbed the scar on her left shoulder, to keep her nerves to a minimum. The red headed twins she met on the train stood beside her.
“Charlotte Luciano” the elder woman by the name of Professor McGonnagall called. She placed an old looking hat on Lottie’s head.
“Interesting. Luciano is it? Well, you don’t seem so. Different from those who came before. There are many places you belong. But, I can see were you should rome. Hufflepuff shall be your new home."
The young girl stood up in the now yellow lined robes. Lottie looked at the red headed twins as she exited the stage. They sent her a warm smile, but she knew they were just as disappointed as she was. Her face was sullen, she didn’t meet the legacy. All Luciano’s have been Gryffindors never Hufflepuffs. But, young Charlotte wasn’t like her family. She had never fit in with her thoughts or interests and now her house.
"Fred Weasley” Professor McGonagall the brunette held her breath maybe just maybe they would break the legacy too.
“Ugh. Another Weasley. I know exactly where you go. Gryffindor!” the old hat called.
George Weasley became a Gryffindor too. She was alone, the only friends she had made were now the bravest they wouldn’t have the time for a simple Hufflepuff. Dinner was lonely, Lottie could feel the eyes of her older brother, Marco searing into her skull.
The guilt washed over her. She wasn’t a Gryffindor. Her family would hate her.
The only friends she had made are the people she was suppose to be.
“I’m Cedric Diggory!” The boy across from her stuck out his hand across the table
“Charlotte Luciano. But you can call me Lottie.” She shook his hand and they gave each other a warm smile.
“I think we might be good friends Lottie.”
“I would love that Cedric.”
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The feast seemed to go on forever, but it seemed much easier now that she had Cedric. Finally, they went back to the dormitories. Adelaide Jones was a beautiful dark skinned girl. She took all of the little first years to the dormitories. “Girls are to the right, Boys are to the left. Boys and girls are not permitted to be alone with the door closed. Boys are not allowed in the girls dormitories unless accompanied by a female. Your initials will be found on the door. Your belongings are already by your beds feel free to decorate your space as you please. If you have any questions don’t be afraid to approach Marius or I.” Marius Michael supported blonde hair and blue eyes. The seventh year was famous among the Hufflepuffs.
Charlotte and Cedric said their goodbyes before heading up to their rooms. She felt lonely without the three boys she began to call her friends. She couldn’t help but wonder if the twins would even look at her.
“Are you going to go in?” A soft voice asked. Lottie snapped out of her trance
“Sorry?”
“Are you going to go into our room?”
Lottie stared at the door, the feeling of sickness in the pit of her stomach returning.
“I get it, I’m nervous too. I’m Josephine Butler.”
“Charlotte Luciano”
“As in THE Charlotte Luciano?” Lottie scowled, she hated the attention that came with that name. “I’m so sorry did I offend you?” Lottie shook her head.
“Long story.” She replied “but right now sleep awaits.”
Just a bunch of lil’ idea’s about spending halloween with mcyts :D
Happy halloween !! <3
Pairings: bench trio x reader (platonic), dreamteam x reader (platonic)
Pronouns: they/them
Genre: fluff :]
Summary: halloween with ur fav boys ^^
Warnings: mentions of jumpscares ? a few cuss words, one inappropriate joke
Bench trio
-omg Halloween would be so much fun
- c o s t u m e c o m p e t i t i o n
- First of all, you cant tell me Tommy wouldn’t get mighty competitive with costumes
- he still looks a lil’ dumb <3
- Ranboo comes in his own cosplay-
- Tubbo literally b e g s you to help him prank Ranboo
- So y'all go and hide some stupid pop up toy outside his door
- He doesn’t get scared
- Tubbo still finds it hilarious
- You guys all go trick-or-treating because who cares about age
- too old to go trick-or-treating? says who
- obviously not tubbo because he is very persistent on the idea of going trick-or-treating
- and so you guys all put on costumes with masks, just to try make sure nobody recognizes you, and go out door-to-door knocking, trying to hold in laughter at the reactions of the people inside expecting some small kid or young teenager and being faced with 6'6 ranboo.
- As soon as they shut the door you all burst out in fits of laughter
- you and ranboo take everyone else’s candy
- commence you two hiding in a tiny cupboard eating all the best candy you can find in your stash
- tommy and tubbo standing outside waiting for you guys to come out to scare you
- they succeed
-tbh the rest of halloween is spent just tryna prank eachother
- 10/10
- if instead of trick or treating you guys decide to stay in and watch horror movies
- i apologize for your ears
- tubbo on one end of the couch, laughing at all the scary scenes and making dumb jokes about it
- ranboo just tryna watch the movie
- Tommy screaming at literally everything
- its chaos
- but hey, it was probably one of your favorite nights of the year :]
Dream Team
- You guys didnt tell the fans.
- then you just randomly post some photos of you four in costumes and twitter FREAKS out
- step one to breaking the internet tbh
- you all go to dream and sapnaps house
-omg omg omg dream goes so over-the-top with it
- but in the best way possible
- he decorates the whole house
- makes a massive blanket fort surrounding his TV
- PATCHES
-patches gets put in a halloween costume but she HATES it so you eventually take it off after a few photos
- *insert dramatic queen patches acting like she just got murdered so you give her cuddles*
- george doesn’t care too much for halloween but seeing his friends all be so excited really puts him in the spirit.
- lets be real george probably wears an among us costume and thinks he’s the funniest man alive smh
- okay dream puts a lot of effort into his costume
- if you really wanted to, eveyone cosplays their dsmp! character
- this would make for the coolest photo shoot
- you and dream bake a whole bunch of really cool treats
- george and sapnap are probably goofing off somewhere annoying patches
- eventually you guys all go on a movie marathon
- watching all the classic slasher movies
- if you get scared easily get ready to be relentlessly teased by these boys
- except for sapnap
- sapnap is hiding his face through half the movie
- sapnap will hold your hand with the excuse of “you look scared” but everyone knows he is just doing it because he hates horror movies and needs comfort
- if you like horror movies you get two options
1. join in teasing sapnap
2. scold the others for being mean to poor lil sappy nappy </3
- literally so much fun
- tbh you guys dont even eat dinner, just snack on candy and the little sweets you and dream baked
- okay you guys would definitely carve pumpkins
- by the end of it pumpkin guts are everywhere
- sapnap probably raged somewhere along the way and now his poor pumpkin is very ugly </3
- george goes for something way too ambitious
- probably says he’s gonna draw dream
- makes it really ugly
- dream actually tries
- his is either a normal jack-o-lantern or its his smiley face
*has a bunch of requests i could do* *proceeds to write this instead*
pairings: georgenotfound x reader
pronouns: non used
genre: ansgt. just pure angst. im sad
summary: maybe in another lifetime it could’ve worked out
warnings: this is sad :( argument, breakup, slight dissociation also a pretty heated make out scene, mention of su*cide
Summer after high school when we first met
The sounds of cheering filled the air. You had finally graduated high school! You had worked so hard to make sure you got into the college you wanted and all your work was paying off with a high GPA.
“y/n”
Turning around, your eyes meet a pair that you recognized. It was a brunette boy from your biology and English class. You always found him very nice looking, and from what you had seen and heard he was a really good person and the few times you did speak to him he lived up to that.
“hey! George, right?”
He nodded his head and a small smile graced his face
“yeah that’s me! I just came to congratulate you”
Small talk filled the empty space between the two of you until he finally built up the courage to ask
“do you wanna go get lunch together sometime? or breakfast if that works better- or we could always do dinner but that’s probably not as good or if you want-”
“I would love to”
We’d make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
They say you only find one true love in your life. You finally found yours. You and George had been together for a year now and you couldn’t imagine it any different.
Now in the back of his beaten down car, you moved in a heated passion filled with pure love. Lips locked together, tongues memorizing every inch of each others mouths, gentle hands caressing your face, and the soft noises that occasionally slipped past your lips.
He pulled away only slightly to mumble soft “I love you”’s against your lips and you smiled against him. As you pulled away to look into his eyes, a suffocating warmth fills your heart. His head dipped into the crevise of your neck, gently kissing the skin before leaving soft purple marks against your collarbone.
And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
Two years. It had been two years that you spent together.
“George I’m scared”
His soft hands reached for yours, sqeezing gently.
“its okay I’m right here. It doesn’t hurt I promise”
You had decided to let George get his tattoo first, purely because of how scared you were, but after seeing the excitement in his eyes you took a deep breath and smiled.
A sun and a moon. A small sun was now tattooed onto George’s wrist, and a moon on yours. He truly was your sun.
The moon needs the sun to shine.
But the sun is fine without the moon.
If only you had realized sooner.
Used to steal your parents’ liquor and climb to the roof Talk about our future like we had a clue
“Hurry george!”
As hard as you tried to sound serious, you couldnt help but giggle as he attempted to climb onto the roof. Finally reaching the top, you handed him the stolen bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke. Reaching his hands down he helped you climb up next to him, the both of youre cheeks hurt from the giddy smiles on your faces, elated from the stupidity of the situation, but also from the pure love of being with each other.
Finally sitting next to the boy, you got to look out at the horizon. Beautiful shades of pinks and oranges filled the sky, as if an artist had come and painted it, knowing exactly how to make it look perfect. and so it was.
It was perfect.
Never planned that one day I’d be losing you
Hot tears streamed down your flushed cheeks
“I cant spend every day with you y/n!”
“George its been a week and you’ve barely said a word to me!”
Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. But it hurt, and as soon as you tried to tell him how you felt, all of his walls came up. Seeing him this defensive was so different. It was terrifying…
“I have a life outside of you why cant you realize that!”
“All I want is for you to at least try include me! Since you started streaming its like I’m nothing anymore! Why cant you just fit me into your life…”
Your voice faded into a whisper
“i just want to know i mean something to you still”
In another life I would be your girl We’d keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life
I would make you stay So I don’t have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away
“we’re forever right George?”
“forever”
Though you were both drunk out of your minds, you sat across from your lover, hands on the sides of his face which was filled with nothing but adoration.
“I promise”
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash Never one without the other, we made a pact
Dancing around the kitchen to old Johnny cash songs, George’s eyes filled to the brim with fondness for the person dancing around, begging him to join. So he did. And so you spent god knows how long dancing and laughing to the songs that filled the room.
Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on
“okay you can open them”
your eyelids softly fluttered open, to see your lover standing nervously with a record in his hand. A Johnny cash record. He knew you had an old record player that your mother had gifted you when you were in your high school years. A tenderness pulled at your heart as you smashed your lips into his.
now those records sit in the corner of you room, haunting you with the memories that plagued your mind every night.
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
you tried everything to get rid of the thought of him, but it was like you could never escape it.
“hey y/n right?”
“yeah?”
A stranger stood in front of you. A look of pity on the young women’s face. You seemed to be getting a lot of those.
“you uh… you’re George ex right”
It felt like a stab through the heart. It felt like maybe it wasn’t true, but now hearing someone say it straight to your face. It hurt. You knew it would but perhaps that just made it worse.
“y-yeah I am”
“oh… I work at the tattoo parlor down the road”
The one you and George got your tattoos at.
“well I saw him come in today to get the tattoo removed… I’m so sorry…”
Oh.
He really had moved on, huh.
Little did you know, George spent long nights staring at the tattoo on his wrist.
It felt like it was mocking him.
He just wanted to be able to forget you.
That’s what was best, right.
And so he got rid of anything that had any memories of you attached. He even got new sheets because if he focused enough he could still smell your perfume. Or perhaps that was just his mind holding on to the sweet smell, fooling him into a false sense of you still laying next to him, sharing soft kisses and sweet whispers.
Saw you downtown singing the blues It’s time to face the music, I’m no longer your muse
A familiar voice chimed through the air. Turning around, you blocked out the sounds of your friends and your eyes caught onto the man who you had been trying so hard to move on from. He was singing a soft melody, a soft smile on his face.
He looked…
Happy.
All this money can’t buy me a time machine, no Can’t replace you with a million rings, no
You were left with nothing. Even if you had more money than you ever had, even if your friends bought you supposed “early birthday” presents, that you knew were purely bought out of pity, nothing filled the emptiness that plagued you. It hollowed you out and and drained all of your energy. It taunted you and you saw his face in every stranger, heard his voice in every song.
Some days you would wake up smiling, your mind tricking you into thinking he was right there next to you. His skin against yours, his voice whispering sweet nothing into your ears.
I should’ve told you what you meant to me ‘Cause now I pay the price
“I cant do this”
Those four words. They ripped your chest open and pushed all the air out of your lungs.
“okay”
That’s all you could say. No other words could form on your tongue. You wanted to scream and yell and tell him how much you love him. How much you need him. But you couldn’t.
“goodbye y/n”
His voice drenched with pain, but still he gave you a soft smile. That stupid. stupid. smile.
As soon as he stepped outside, you fell to your knee’s, not caring about the bruises that would most definitely form later. Why couldn’t you run outside and beg him too stay.
Outside the front door, George fell apart. Why did he have to do this. He still loved you but he was scared. He was so scared. He did this to stop you from hurting but all he did was hurt you more. The look of agony framing your perfect face tormented him and still does to this day.
In another life I would be your girl We’d keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don’t have to say you were The one that got away The one that got away
In the end, no matter how the stars aligned this lifetime just wasn’t made for you to be together. So you killed yourself in the most beautiful way possible. You fell in love with someone you couldn’t be with. In the end even if you were meant to be, you weren’t meant to last.
But you will look for him in every universe, every night sky, in every flower field, cause its always been him and always will be.
AUTHORS NOTE: lmaoooo im really sad rn so my brain said “write angst” and i said “yes” so know this ugly mess exists haha
Any comments, follows, likes and reblogs are appreciated
I love you all <3 drink water, eat food and take your meds.
Hiiii so my adhd has been making hard to do like- anything at the moment. I promise ill try finish all the requests soon i just need to wait out this weird stage so take this in the mean time because apparently this is what my brain wants to write dfvbgrtnr
idk he just gives me the vibes. I feel like he would make it his mission in life to fluster you so these would give him that power. Definitely uses these to raise his own ego after seeing you get all flustered. (probably doesnt use these ALL the time but uses them when he feels a cocky bitch)
- Baby
this would probably be the most common one he uses. Its simple <3. I think he would way prefer “baby” over babe (or maybe thats just me hating the word babe)
- Bunny
This is the more flirtatious one. Only usually used in more heated situations. this man t h r i v e s from watching you get flustered from this.
George:
- Love/lovely
british. Thats it. Thats the tweet.
- your name
i feel like he would usually just say your name. i cant imagine him being as much into pet names
- Angel
he uses this when he wants something. this man is very convincing. 100% uses this when he feels needy or touch starved but he will never outright tell you so instead he just uses cute pet names and hopes you’ll pay attention to him. Give this man validation pls
Sapnap:
- Cutie
he called karl this on stream one time so i will stand by this till my dying breath. calling you this just adds fuel to his sassy, cocky ego but its okay because you love him for it <3
- pup or puppy
this just matches his vibe. he doesnt use this very often but he will use this when you are just cuddling or having really soft, fluffy moments
- my love
he just loves you man. He is so soft. ofc he will never admit it but he is <3
Karl:
- Bunny
Unlike dream, he is just a very soft boy and uses this pet name in a very fluffy way. this man would do anything for you. he just wants to hold youuu and you remind him of a bunny. fluffy and adorable <3
- beautiful
hes just a simp for you <3 he honestly thinks you are the most beautiful, gorgeous, angelic thing to ever walk this earth (and he is right <3)
- lovely/my love
i feel like he would use this one a lot. it just makes him feel so happy to be able to call you this <3 literally will giggle after calling you this just from the pure serotonin he gets <3 he is just so whipped for you
Quackity:
- mi amor
he feels so much pride calling you this. being able to call you a pet name from his first language is such a nice thing for him. its literally so sweet <3 he always says it with so much endearment too :( /pos
- mi alma
OKAY THIS TRANSLATES TO “MY SOUL” ERGERH. this is a special one for him. he wouldnt use this till he was so sure that you were meant for him. one night he walks into his bedroom after finishing editing, and you are in there waiting for him and when he walks in he see’s you cuddled up to tiger (his cat) and his heart just- melts. he just realized how in love with you he was and this is when he first called you mi alma
- baby
i feel like he would be someone who likes calling you baby just because its nice and gentle. this would be one that he would use more in like- everyday life and sentences.
Wilbur:
- dove
i- i cant explain it just- hear me out. sometimes he’ll call you “his little dove” i just-
- my love
he is so whipped for you but this man has so much confidence and honestly thrives off of calling you pet names and this one just makes him feel so nice ya know? its that reminder that you are his and he is yours <3
- darling
with his accent it just sounds so nice. he loves teasing you with this pet name sjsjfrherht. but also he is soft boy™ so he will just speak really gently and just be so whipped and soft for you
(im such a wilbur simp-)
c!Technoblade:
- my god/goddess
he loves seeing how you get all flustered <3 he just gets happy knowing HE can do that to you, ya know?
- my darling
okay hear me out. so piglins are rlly possessive, right. especially the brutes and so you are his darling. Not yandere or anything but just the way he feels so protective over you
- prince/princess/royalty
he will bow down to you. he just loves you man. he was never really fond of love before he met you. he never really thought he would ever fall in love or that anyone would ever love him and then you came along and just- he just wants to treat you like the royalty you are
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hiii i hope you liked thisss <3 im hoping getting something published will help me finish all my drafts :0 i tried to keep these as gender neutral as possible :D
Summary: You, Fred, and George were always together. The best friends that anyone could have. But everything seems to change when you three start Hogwarts and you’re sorted into a different house than your best friends. How will your years at Hogwarts affect your relationships with them?
A/N: Okay so this was requested by the lovely @tulippings as a mini series, so here’s part one! I’m probably only going to do until their sixth-year (The Goblet of Fire) because, well I’m lazy. But anyway this is so soft and I love George so much and it was so much fun to take a break from Draco blasphemy I know and write for a Weasley that I adore. Let me know what you guys think and please don’t be afraid to read it even though it’s not Draco, it’s still my writing
“Fred! George!” I screamed, drenched from head to toe. “You guys so dead!”
I could hear their laughter from somewhere beyond the house. It gave their hiding place behind the shed away.
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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Requested: Cheesy pickup lines the bois would use ~ lil latte
Warnings: bad pick up lines
A/N: just a disclaimer none of these are mine and I found them all online haha. I also did this a bit different than normal, trying something a bit new so this wasn’t just boring pick up lines
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Harry Potter
“If you and I were socks, we’d make a great pair.” Harry explained while you both packed our things.
“Probably yeah.” You smiled, throwing the pair you held in your hands at him making it hit his face.
Ron Weasley
“Y/N feel my shirt.” Ron demanded making you furrow your brows.
“Why?” You asked, but did so, touching his stomach lightly.
“Boyfriend material don’t you think?” He asked making you laugh and shake your head.
Draco Malfoy
“Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?” Draco walked up to you, making your eyes go wide. You had been in front of your friends after all.
“Nice one Malfoy.” One of his friend’s praised him walking by, clapping him on the back.
You hadn’t said anything in front of everyone, but you dragged him away to give him a piece of your mind.
Fred Weasley
“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” He’d asked you when you were paying for the puking pastels.
“I… um…” You had tried, your whole face red. You only stared, looking at him dumbfounded.
“It’s on the house.” Fred explained, handing them back to you with a wink before walking away to help another customer.
George Weasley
“Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only 10 I see.” George asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“Do you even know where Tennessee is?” You laughed making George’s smile falter.
