Weasley Twins Imagines

siriuslyimmoony asked: omf can i request “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” and “Are you trying to turn me on?” with George

of course ;)
“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
“I just want one night to ourselves,” you explain to him with a pout. “Without your siblings, or our friends. Just us.”
You had been staying with George this summer, and in a tight knit family such as the Weasley’s, he was pretty accustomed to dealing with numerous invasions of privacy.
And it’s not that you didn’t like it - you absolutely loved all the Weasley’s - but it had been a long week and you wanted George all to yourself for a few hours time outside of The Burrow.
“Alright,” he agrees with a nod. “Go get ready, then. We can go somewhere fancy.”
Grinning, you give him a quick kiss and race up the stairs, yelling “thank you!” as you go.
You run into Ginny’s room, which she had so kindly agreed to share with you this summer, and begin to rummage through your clothes.
Most items were comfortable things - loose fitting shirts, worn out jeans, some sweaters that you had stolen from George. (They actually could have been Fred’s since they had so many duplicates, but who cares at this point?)
However, you had stowed away a few things for situations such as this, and you knew just which one to pick.
It was a black cocktail dress that you loved dearly, and you knew it would be perfect for tonight.
You throw it on quickly with a pair of shoes to match, and you get done just as you hear a rap on the door.
“Hope you’re decent,” George jokes, a smirk on his face as he walks in. He had changed into a dashing button up shirt with a skinny tie to accompany it.
“Never,” you joke back before informing him, “Also, Gin specifically says ‘no boys allowed’ in here.”
“I think I’m an exception,” he tells you. He takes a moment to look you over, and his eyes widen a little. “Blimey.”
“What?” you laugh, looking down at your outfit.
“Where did that come from?” he asks, stepping closer to you.
“I brought it for rare occasions, such as this one,” you say with a smile.
He smiles back at you and places his hands on your waist, “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
Your hands move to grab his tie, and you bring him closer to you. “Guess you better keep me close then,” you bite your lip.
He lets out a breath of air and you can feel his fingertips squeeze your waist a bit. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Maybe,” you reply quietly, giving him a wink.
“S’working,” he tells you. “Sure you don’t want to stay home instead?” He leans down to kiss you, and there’s a desperateness behind it. You’re sure it would turn into a full snogging session if you didn’t stop.
So you pull away and meet eyes with him, “You need to take me on a proper date first, George Weasley.”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs softly, giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s get a move on, then. Faster we go, faster we get back, yeah?”

When you invite me over for sex and there are other people in the house.

trannysaurus–rex:

Okay so we all know this scene: it’s the first instance in the HP movies where we see my main men The Weasley Twins, right? And Molly gets muddled up between who’s Fred and who’s George, even though she’s their mother. I’ve had a shower thought, that I think she really did know who was who all along. Hear me out….

Molly, as we know from everything ever, is such a devoted and caring mother. Yeah she has what can only be described as an absolute clusterfuck of children, plus Harry and Hermione who practically live there, but she loves them all. It’s a common theory that because of there being so many darned children that she just gets confused between which one is Fred and which one is George, but they’re her children, and they’re 13 in this scene since it’s their third year. I’m telling you she knows.

In the end, when she tells Fred to go first and he denies that he’s Fred, she technically got it right in the end since it really was Fred, but still doubted herself when she apologizes and corrects herself by calling him George. She’s been their mother for thirteen years, and they’re born on April Fools Day nonetheless. She’s dealt with their shit for that long, of course she knows they’re playing a trick, she’d be so suspicious of them 24/7 by now from how many jokes they pull on the daily. I think that she goes along with the jokes and pranks because she knows how much they love pulling them.

I feel like this scene is just one example where she’s encouraging them in doing what they enjoy most, since that’s what mothers do. And of course every other Weasley child (no less every other Hogwarts child) must give them so much shit for all the pranks and jokes, but she knows how much enjoyment the twins get out of them, so she encourages them in little ways like this.

Like, she knew who Fred was straight off the bat, not having to look back and forth between them or having to guess, she just straight up goes “Fred, you next”. I’m telling you she knew.

Of course later down the track she’s kicking herself for this since they now want to drop out of school and open a joke shop, but nonetheless I feel like her encouragement throughout their childhood was definitely a big factor in them having such a passion for elaborative jokes and pranks.

That’s just my take on the whole thing, and just another thing to add to the list of why we love Molly Weasley: because she’s supportive as heck.

Bitch Let Me Tell You

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Omg I love that idea about the Weasley twins not wanted to be related to another redhead! You should totally write something around that you are an amazing writer ❤️
A/N: literally the prompt of a Weasley twin dating a redhead was the reason I created this Imagines account, but I put so much pressure on myself to make it good that I never really wrote one! Here we go…
Squicks: bit of bad language

Since it’s such a rarity, news traveled around Hogwarts at record speed that there was a new transfer student. Some say she’s transferred from Beauxbatons, some say Ivermony, some say she’s from some unknown wizarding school in Australia. Some even think that she’s never even been to a Wizarding school before…. One thing’s for sure: she’ll be entering year 3 at Hogwarts this year.

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You were walking to your new common room known as Gryffindor. The deputy headmaster, Professor McGonagall (who also happens to be head of Gryffindor house), had arranged for you to have your own sorting ceremony during dinner. “Gryffindor!” The sorting hat had shouted across the room. The table coloured in red and gold cheered and hollered, and you felt welcomed right away.

If only other houses were as welcoming…

On your way to Gryffindor tower, you (unfortunately) met a boy with platinum blonde hair and emerald green robes. Nothing about him intimidated you, and his cocky stride was almost laughable.

He scoffs, “god, don’t tell me there’s another Weasley who’s come to embarrass themselves,"

You usually came up with comebacks at an impressing speed and an even more impressing level of sass, but you were loss with this one, because what in hell was a Weasley?

You ask him exactly that, and he laughs bitterly, turning to look at his other little friends to make sure they were laughing too, before he looks past your head while speaking,

"A Weasley is a pathetic excuse for a wizard, who can hardly cast the most basic of spells and are just all-round filth”.

"Watch your fucking mouth, Malfoy,“ a tall boy with shoulder-length hair the same colour as yours says, stepping forward from behind you,

"You’ve got some nerve saying shit like that with how many of us sleep in the same building as you,” says the same boy again, except he’s now on your other side, and also isn’t the same boy.

You’ve gotten no closer to finding the answer to your question. While the two red headed twins are both identical in almost every way, you took a slight more of a liking already to the second one, somehow.

"Can someone please tell me what a Weasley actually is?!“

"It’s our last name,” the twins both respond in unison, to which the younger blonde boy laughs, again.

"Early indicators of being a Weasley are that you’ve got the flaming red hair and borrowed school supplies; bonus points since you didn’t even pay for yours!“

Now that you’ve got the context you were after, there was no holding back.

"Bitch these clothes are probably older than both you and I combined and I still look a damn sight better than you could even dream of looking… with all the money you claim to have I thought you’d put up more of a fight you snobby little prat,"

The twin you took a fancy to - George - stood in stunned silence, his eyes wide and a slight smile tugging at his lips. He’d have smiled more if he wasn’t so shocked by the new girl’s sudden outburst. Fred on the other hand was laughing like a maniac. He looked like a fool, but this was noting compared to how Malfoy looked.

The blonde boy’s face was red with anger, and he had a disgusted look on his face, as if he was so far above you, yet extremely offended and taken aback.

"You want to side with the filthy blood traitors then be my guest, but don’t come running to me when you realise the mistake you’ve made by associating yourself with them”.

The twins had stopped laughing, giving a disinterested grunt at Malfoy and rolling their eyes. You, however, weren’t going to drop this quite so easily.

"Let’s see…“ you began, causing Fred to elbow George in anticipation for you to roast Malfoy again, "who would I rather associate myself with: a pompous little brat who’s ego is higher than his IQ, who can only validate himself through insults barely worthy of a six year old, and who is also a materialistic little bitch who can’t stand not having his way!” you say, using the bitchiest tone you can possibly muster,

"Or, would I rather associate myself with these two fine gentlemen who are by far more attractive, actually have a working brain, a sense of humour and are actually worthy of my time. I’ve known the three of you for not even ten minutes and the choice is crystal clear,"

The twins looked rather chuffed at the flow of shameless compliments, while Malfoy said coldly, "suit yourself, be a Weasley if that’s what you want to lower yourself to”.

You change your tone to that of one dripping with flirtiness, “by what I’m seeing of the twin to my left, maybe having the honour of becoming a Weasley one day wouldn’t be so bad,” you say, turning your head to George as you speak and ending it with a wink, to which he blushes and Fred laughs, “and don’t be surprised when Mr. Malfoy dies a lonely bachelor who could never keep a girl satisfied for longer than three minutes - if your simple brain can figure out what I’m implying here”.

And with that, you turned on your heel to continue your journey up to Gryffindor Tower, your red hair swishing as you do so. You twirl around as you walk gracefully to look at the boys. All you could see was the back of Malfoy’s head (a definite improvement), Fred shaking his brother by the shoulders and loudly stating how lucky the other brother is, who was still staring at you, cheeks tinted pink and a wide smile across his face.

Sorry it’s been so long! I’ll try and be more active… life has been busy busy busy I tell you

The Quiet Game - Fred Weasley x Reader

nosebleednougats:

Hey everyone. I’m really sorry that I haven’t been really active this week. It’s just that school started and I’m still trying to work, and it’s been killing me. I’ve steady been losing sleep, and my muse to write just really hasn’t been there. But I stayed up last night to get this finished! @itsspecial-itsnotforeveryone requested this, and the prompt lines will be bolded. Enjoy! -Emma.xx
Please could I request 6 and 41 with Fred. Thank you 6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long. 41. Your family is in the other room!
WARNINGS: SMUT, not like smut smut but not slight smut but it’s still smut

The holiday season with the Weasleys was Y/N’s favorite time of the year. The smells of Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, the sounds of a fully house, it filled Y/N with an immense sense of love and joy. Y/N enjoyed being at the Burrow exponentially more than being at home. It was too cold, too impersonal there. So she was always more than happy to accept Fred’s annual offer to spend the holidays with him and his family.
In the kitchen, Y/N was cleaning up Christmas day supper by herself, letting the rest of the Weasley clan, especially Molly, relax and enjoy their family time. She hummed holiday tunes as she washed dishes, putting the leftovers in the fridge. Just as she was finishing up, she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her waist from behind.
“What-”
“Shush,” Fred whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You scared me,” Y/N said with a smile, turning in her boyfriend’s arms to face him.
He, in turn, pressed her back against the counter, forcing a surprised squeak out of Y/N. She brought her hands up to his broad shoulders to steady herself, biting her lip as she shifted her gaze back up to Fred.
“I thought I told you to be quiet, love,” Fred murmured, pressing his hips against Y/N’s once more.
A strained moan escaped her now, knowing exactly where this was headed. She knew his family was only separated from them by a thin wall, but she didn’t have the will to tell him to stop. Clutching onto his jumper, she bit down on her lip harder to keep herself from making any more noise.
Smirking, he whispered, “That’s a good girl.”
“Fred-”
The look in his eyes made her immediately snap her mouth shut. The corner of his lips tugged downward, “That’s not being a very good girl anymore, Y/N.”
Opening her mouth to respond, she quickly closed it again, choosing to be smart instead of force him to inflict whatever punishment might be floating around in his mind. His smile came back, and she exhaled out a soft breath. Then a thought popped into her head, a smirk now creeping onto her features. Fred’s eyebrow quirked towards his hairline, curious at Y/N’s sudden change.
Dragging her hands from his shoulders, her fingers trailed lightly over his chest and down to the waistband of his trousers. He watched her as she let her fingertips slip under the hem of his “F” labeled sweater. Y/N felt him shiver slightly beneath her touch, her smile growing even wider.
But then Fred was pressed up against her for a third time, her hands being pushed away so there’d be as little space as possible between the two of them. Bending down, he attached his lips at the base of her throat, his hands now slipping underneath her shirt.
Kissing his way up her neck, he murmured, “That lipstick’s not going to stay put for long, love.”
Y/N could only sigh in response. Her hands held onto his jumper for support, she could feel her knees already begin to weaken. Fred slid his hands further up her sides, her shirt riding up to reveal more of her stomach. The air felt cold across her skin, contrasting how hot it felt like it was getting in here, goosebumps raising along her flesh.
After what felt like an eternity, Fred’s lips were finally on hers. He tasted like the pies and cookies from dinner, his slightly chapped lips chaste against hers. His fingertips brushed lightly over his sides, a giggle bubbling out of her mouth and captured by Fred’s. She could feel him smile as he started to tickle her while still keeping his lips firmly pressed against hers. Y/N tried to laugh but it was abruptly stopped by Fred slipping his warm tongue into her mouth as soon as she had opened it to giggle.
Wrapping her arms around Fred’s neck, she pulled him closer to her, needing to touch every bit of him as she could. Their kisses became more frantic now, more desperate. Fred’s hands slipped out from under her shirt to the undersides of her legs, lifting her up and setting her back down on the counter. Stepping between her parted legs, his hands went back to the bare skin hiding underneath her shirt, this time traveling up to cup her breasts.
“Your family is in the other room, Fred!” Y/N cried softly, breaking away from their heated kiss.
Squeezing her gently and eliciting a soft moan from her, he whispered in her ear, “That’s never stopped us before, love. Why start now?”
“But they could walk in at any second!” Y/N argued. Her and Fred had been together for almost four years now, and while having known the Weasleys for much longer, she couldn’t stand the thought of any of them walking in on such an intimate moment like this.
“My parents won’t say anything, all of my older brothers won’t care, Ron would just blush, Ginny would giggle but still leave us be, George is the only one who’d make a fuss about anything,” Fred reassured her, going back to nibbling on her neck.
“You know that he would be the one to find us!”
“How about we play the Quiet Game then, and you kiss me again?” Fred muttered lazily, tangling one hand in her hair and pulling her to him.
The Quiet Game was something they had started as a joke a couple of years ago. They’d sit around a few - or if they wanted a more intense game, all of the Weasleys - and do things to each other to cause the other to make a noise. The first to make a noise that catches the attention of another Weasley lost. It was usually a game played while they were cuddling on the couch under a blanket, but it was started to be played at the dinner table more often. Fred frequently was the loser; Y/N’s fear of the Weasleys finding out what they were doing usually led her to victory.
Y/N wasn’t one to back down from a Game so she quickly and quietly accepted, leaning forward to kiss him. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Bringing her hips forward, she rocked them against his, not all that surprised to find him already hard. She knew that she didn’t have much time to force him into making a noise before he’d attempted to fuck her right here on the counter, and Y/N wasn’t about to let that happen.
One hand removed itself from his hair, traveling down his body toward his hardened arousal where she began to palm him through his trousers. Fred sucked in a sharp breath but managed to keep himself quiet. She continued her assault, and it didn’t take long for his hips to thrust forward against her hand. Again, there was a quick inhale from Fred but no sound.
Fred’s attempts at getting Y/N to make a noise were to continue to play with one breast the other hand tried to slide under the waistband of her jeans. She knew what his plan was, and she needed to beat him to the punch. So she quickly took the hand that had been palming him and slipped it into his trousers before he had the chance to do the same to her. Her thin fingers wrapped around him, still clad in his boxer shorts, pumping him once, twice.
And that should give me-
A whimper rose from Fred’s throat, his signal of defeat. Y/N broke away from him, pulling her hand back out of his pants, a triumphant smirk on her face.
“You cheated, you copied what I was going to do,” Fred pouted, jutting his bottom lip out.
“How about to make it up to you, we go finish this up in your bedroom?” Y/N smiled, jumping off of the counter and grabbing onto his hand to lead him upstairs.
“I like the way you think, baby.”

I’m sorry, Fred Weasley can’t come to the phone right now…

Worth the wait

tayrae515imagines:

Requested: Yes by the lovely @wanderstudies
Hey could do a Fred Weasley x reader imagine w/ prompts: 30,32,45 & 60? :)
Warnings: Hurt feelings, fluff.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary: Prompt 30- “Please go stand at the bottom of a pool and count to a thousand.”
Prompt 33- “I’d rather jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways.”
Prompt 45- “Put your hands on me again and you will lose them.”
Prompt 60- “I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of eternity.”
You have a very big ego and think you are to good for Fred but when you get humiliated, Fred is the only one there for you.
Authors Note: Hope you like it! Thank you again for your request. Sorry for the wait! This isn’t my best work! I apologies!
Originally posted by hp-wizardingtrash-1
Fred Weasley.
A name that belonged to the one being that bugged you most in this world. He was constantly hitting on you. Flirting with you was like a second nature to him. But you weren’t interested. He was a joker, prankster, and all together troublemaker. You didn’t want to associate with people like him. He would crash and burn one day and you didn’t want to go down with him. Although your rejection never seemed to stop him, in fact it made him push harder.
“Come on (Y/N) one little date?”
“I’d rather jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways.”
“One day you will say yes. I can just tell.”
“Please go stand at the bottom of a pool and count to a thousand.”
He had a grin on his face, rolling your eyes you walked away. He was relentless. You had to give him credit, he didn’t give up easily. A quality you normally respected but when it was put in the form of hitting on you, you disliked it. He had to see that his antics were hopeless. You two were just so different.
Where he was a storm, you were calm.
Where he was joking, you were serious.
Where he was a Weasley, you were a (Y/L/N).
It was like water and oil. You two just didn’t mix.
Pushing away thoughts of him you approached Potions class. It wasn’t your favorite. Mostly because of professor Snape, but you had to think of your grades.Taking in a deep breath you walked towards your seat only to stop dead in your tracks when you saw it.
It was a over sized picture of you with messy hair and a tear stained face. There was a caption under it that read ‘Looks like little miss perfect isn’t that perfect.’ You remembered that day, it was after a really bad panic attack. They were common for you to have them especially before a big test.
You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes and you turned on your heels ignoring the laughs coming your way. A a fairly quick pace you were headed towards your dorm room.
“(Y/N) wait.”
You knew who the voice belonged to but you were not in the mood for his antics right now. You continued walking when you felt an hand grip your arm. Turning around you grew angry.
“Put your hands on me again and you will lose them.”
“I’m sorry but are you alright?”
Fred’s eyes were soft and he looked sincere.
“No of course not. But if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of eternity.”
“I have a better Idea.”
You raised an eyebrow at the Weasley boy and let him lead you to a small grass clearing filled with trees. It was beautiful and secluded. Perfect for your current mood. For a moment you two sat not exchanging any words. It wasn’t awkward however. The vibe was more peaceful, filled with understanding.
“Are you okay (Y/N)?”
His eyes looked into yours and you held the gaze. You had never seen him like this before. He seemed concerned.
“No. They took a private moment and used it against me. It’s not like I can help my panic attacks.”
Your voice was quiet and held an ashamed tone, you were always so confident and Fred hated seeing you like this. He liked your fire and passion. He liked when you stood up for yourself.
“I’m sorry.”
You couldn’t understand why he cared about you so much, you had been nothing but terrible to him.
“Fred. Why are you here? I have been nothing but terrible to you.”
“Terrible? No, not at all. Hard to get? Yes.”
You let a chuckle escape your lips, maybe there was more to him than you thought.
“Ask me again.”
He grinned and dramatically got on one knee.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) will you go on a date with me?”
You let out a bright smile graze your face followed with a wholehearted laugh.
“Yes Fred Weasley I will.”
Fred grinned and sat beside you, pulling you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for checking on me.”
“Well of course. I couldn’t let you crash and burn.”
You laughed lightly and pressed your lips to his. Sparks ignited all over your body and you were sure he felt it as well. You hated to admit it but you should have done this ages ago.
Fred pulled back slightly and placed a kiss to your nose.
“That was worth the wait.”

grednforgie:

au where JK Rowling leaves Fred Weasley the fuck alone

Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

oneshots-imagines-and-that:

Requested by anon
Originally posted by silverspaceastronaut
Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.
Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again.
- Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”
Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.
Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.
Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.
Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.
Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.
“God I love you, (Y/n).”
Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.
Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)
George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.
Lots of tickle fights
Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”
Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.
If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.
Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?
Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.
Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)
Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much.
After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.
Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.
You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you.
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