evaluations (f.w.)

prompt: professor evaluations were the most stressful time of the school year for fred even though he had always passed with flying colors. but this year, now that you’re his teaching assistant (and his girlfriend), things may change for the worse.

pairing: prof! fred weasley x ta! fem! reader

warnings: language, prof and ta relationship, mention of sex (for literally two seconds)

word count: 5.4k

a/n: for optimal reading experience, read sheer brilliance. it’s the first part in the au series!

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Like clockwork, the alarm clock next to your bed rings at 7:00am without fail. Without opening your eyes, you paw around your nightstand before finally shutting off the horrific wailing sound. Your eyes are still clouded with sleep as you rub them, stretching your arms and legs as far as you can without disturbing your sound asleep boyfriend next to you. But it was too late. He was up, throwing his arm over your waist, pulling you closer to him as you giggled.

“It’s Monday,” you tell him, pressing a gentle kiss into his sloppy ginger hair. “And you’ve got a lecture.”

Fred groans into the pillow as you chuckle, swinging your legs over the bed, your feet hitting the cold hardwood floors. “If I have a lecture today, that means you have a lecture too, my dear,” he pokes at you as you roll your eyes knowingly.

It had been six months since you had become Fred’s TA and four since you began dating each other. It was strictly against school rules for a professor and a teaching assistant to be in a romantic relationship, but it certainly wasn’t the best move. You had gone into this whole job thinking everything would be strictly professional, having a work relationship with the professor you were assisting. But things took an unexpected turn and here you were, very content and very in love even though you wouldn’t dare admit it to Fred yet. 

mr. and mrs. (f.w.)

prompt as requested by anon and @the-romanian-is-bae​: the morning after your wedding to fred feels surreal.

pairing: post war! fred weasley x fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of the war, marriage, mentions of nudity and sex, food, mention of children and pregnancy, fluffy

a/n: short little fred fluff hehehe

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Soft winds swirled their way into the open windows and into the master bedroom of a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods. The wind smelt of dew and honeysuckle as it wafted over your nose, your eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the sunlight that streamed in. White chiffon curtains seemed to dance in the wind as you awoke from your slumber.

You awake with a yawn and stretch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you stretch the sleep from your body, you wince at the aching between your legs as you blush, the memories of last night flashing through your brains like snapshots. That’s when you look next to you and find a stirring Fred with his muscular arm draped over your waist. Your eyes follow his arm before landing on his hand, your eyes stopping at his ring finger. A silver band on it that wasn’t on there before. Your first full day as a married couple has begun.

new addition (f.w.)

prompt as requested by anon: with a new addition to the family, your eldest daughter, daisy, gets jealous about all of the attention on the baby.

pairing: dad! fred weasley x mom! fem! reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: young babies, pregnancy, exhaustion, jealousy, children

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author’s note: i highly suggest reading my girl and bath time for optimal experience! this fic is based off of those two!

The post-delivery room was quiet so as to not disturb the newborn baby girl that laid on your chest. Your eyes were heavy with sleep and your body ached from the brutal delivery that gave you the most perfect, most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen. A small smile danced across your lips as you felt your bundle of joy breathe softly, little gurgles of sleep pouring out of her parted lips as she slept. Your fingers ghosted over her clothed back, feeling her strong little lungs inhale deeply. 

You turned your head to look at your husband who just watched the little girl intently, his lips refusing to move from a happy smile. You reached out a hand to cup Fred’s face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “She’s here,” you smile at him as he nods his head in disbelief. “And she’s perfect.”

Fred kissed your palm and chuckled, “Feels like a dream.” You nodded in agreement. “And if it is, don’t wake me up.” Fred scooted impossibly closer to the hospital bed, gazing at your baby, brushing her cheek gently with his forefinger. “It’s that time again, love...what’s her name?” he laughs as you lightly groan. Fred chuckles. The two of you have been struggling with figuring out a name for your baby girl. “You want me to get the list?”

You give Fred an exhausted nod before he rises to go to the bag you had packed for the hospital, retrieving a notebook that you had scribbled down potential names in. Huffing, Fred sits down and starts reading from the list. “Jasmine?” he asks before you look down at your baby, shaking your head. “June?” Again, the name didn’t fit quite right. “Meadow?” Nope. “Laurel?” No. “Georgina?”

“We didn’t put that name on the list,” you laugh.

“I know I think George did,” Fred laughs as you join him. “That’s all on the list.”

let’s fall in love for the night (f.w.)

prompt: after a blowout with your boyfriend, you call on your best friend to help cheer you up. with an unexpected drive to the beach, secrets are spilled and promises are made.

pairing: muggle fred weasley x muggle fem reader

warnings: language, mentions of cheating relationships, spending a night with someone who isn’t your partner (nothing happens like kissing or anything), angsty as all hell

word count: 5.4k

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author’s note: this is for @anchoeritic​ ‘s writing challenge!! congratulations, kells!! i love you so much, bestie! 

You threw your phone as far away from you as possible as you flopped on your bed, letting your head fall back on your pillows. You closed your eyes, trying to bring yourself some peace as you just got off the phone with your boyfriend. Another screaming match. It seemed like everyday brought a new fight, a new reason to argue. It was exhausting, but you kept convincing yourself that it was just a rough patch and things would fizzle out eventually.

But the comfort of your bed didn’t help settle your nerves. In fact, it just made you more anxious the more you laid down and sat with your thoughts. Taking a deep breath in, you sit up, rubbing your hands over your face, yawning loudly. You needed to get out of the house. Even if it was just for a little while. 

Your eyes dart over to where you threw your phone, lying face down on the rug, calling out to you. With a groan, you walk over and grab it. The phone lights up, your screensaver of you and your boyfriend making your stomach feel sick after all of the words exchanged tonight. But you push past the image and scroll through your contacts until you stumble upon the name you were looking for. 

Pressing the telephone button, your phone starts dialing his number as you tap your phone in anticipation to hear the person you need most right now. “Come on, Freddie, pick up please,” you whisper to yourself as you pace around your bedroom. The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Until…

mine (f.w.)

prompt: moving homes makes you look through old photos, making you recall yours and fred’s memories over the past few years.

pairing: post-war fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: slight angst (mostly fluffy), talk of divorce, mention of sex (once at the end)

word count: 5.4k

taglist: @rosaliepostsstuff @harrysweasleys @animageus @lumos-barnes  @barneswidow @c-t-h @lol-idk-oops @Another-lonely-heart @weasleylangs@shilohpug @peachypotter @spacexcowgirl @paintballkid711 @vogueweasley @kaseyrose96-blog @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa @sweeterthansammy @loonylovegood13 @lostaurorax @freddie-weaselbee @freds-slut @missmulti @evermoreweasley @dracoswhore007 @theorangedrummer @emmaev @wholebigboxofyikes @the-romanian-is-bae @lostaurorax @inglourious-imagines @nuttytani @onlyfreds @fandomhideout @lilypad-55449 @butterflybuchanan @valwritesx​ 

author’s note: this is for my sweet lanie ( @animageus​ ) and her taylor swift writing challenge!! i hope y’all enjoy hehe! flashbacks are told in italics!

Cardboard boxes stacked precariously on top of the other lined the foyer and hallways of your new home. You stood in the middle of the hallway, smiling softly to yourself at the empty house that you would soon fill up with decor and furniture and all your shared belongings. In your mind’s eye, you filled the hallways with pictures on the walls, flowers in every room, clean linens on each bed. 

“Darling, could you come over here and tell me if the couch is where you want it?” your husband’s voice pulls you from your thoughts as you walk down the hall, back to the living room where he waited for you. 

maneater (f.w.)

prompt: you haven’t seen fred weasley in five years. when he left hogwarts, your crush on the twin left with him. but when you reconnect at an event, do those feelings come back? are they reciprocated?

pairing: fred weasley x fem! reader, george weasley x angelina johnson

warnings: language, allusions and references to sex, alcohol, miscommunication, angsty, fluffy ending

word count: 9.9k

author’s note: this is for @vogueweasley​‘s 3k writing challenge!! i hope y’all enjoy and congratulations, mere!! sending you lots of love best friend!

taglist: @rosaliepostsstuff @harrysweasleys @animageus @lumos-barnes @barneswidow @c-t-h @lol-idk-oops @another-lonely-heart @weasleylangs@shilohpug @peachypotter @spacexcowgirl @paintballkid711 @vogueweasley @kaseyrose @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa @sweeterthansammy @loonylovegood13 @lostaurorax @freddie-weaselbee @freds-slut @missmulti @evermoreweasley @dracoswhore007 @theorangedrummer​ @emmaev @wholebigboxofyikes @the-romanian-is-bae @lostaurorax @inglourious-imagines​ @nuttytani @onlyfreds @fandomhideout @butterflybuchanan @valwritesx​ 

She's a maneater, make you work hard

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

She's a maneater, make you buy cars

Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all

“A toast! To Angelina and George!” Fred lifted his glass in the living room of their flat, all the guests crammed into their small living room mimicking the action. “This has been a long time coming,” Fred teases as George rolls his eyes, Angelina laughing. “But I couldn’t be happier for the both of you. Congratulations on your engagement and to a very happy life together,” Fred toasts as the guests all cheer in agreement, clinking their glasses together.

People sipped from their flutes and bottles, celebrating the engagement between George and Angelina. Fred had insisted on throwing an engagement party for his brother and his now fiance; it was certainly something to celebrate in his eyes even though George wanted to keep things intimate and celebrate privately. But, George eventually gave in to Fred’s pleas to throw them a small party in their flat, nothing more than fifteen of their closest friends. 

apt #... (f.w.)

prompt: recently moving to london means exploring the city and most importantly, scoping out diagon alley. when you meet one of the owners of the joke shoppe, you decide there is no harm in letting him take you out on a date. only problem is you left out an important part...where you live.

pairing: post war! fred weasley x beauxbaton! fem! reader

warnings: mentions of food, language, mentions of the war (only once), fluff

word count: 5.5k

taglist: @rosaliepostsstuff​ @harrysweasleys​ @gcdric​ @lumos-barnes​ @barneswidow​ @c-t-h​ @lol-idk-oops​ @another-lonely-heart​ @weasleylangs​@shilohpug @peachypotter​ @spacexcowgirl​ @paintballkid711​ @vogueweasley​ @kaseyrose @hufflepuff5972​ @amourtentiaa​ @sweeterthansammy​ @loonylovegood13​ @lostaurorax​ @freddie-weaselbee​ @freds-slut​ @missmulti @evermoreweasley​ @dracoswhore007​ @theorangedrummer​ @emmaev​ @wholebigboxofyikes​ @the-romanian-is-bae​ @lostaurorax​ @inglourious-imagines​ @nuttytani​ @onlyfreds​ @butterflybuchanan​ @valwritesx​

“Hot latte for (Y/N)!” the barista calls from behind the counter, placing a to-go cup on the counter, your name scribbled on the side of the cup in black ink. You thank him with a kind smile as you grab the hot beverage before walking back to Angelina, your tour guide for the day.

“I really appreciate you showing me around, Angelina. I would be completely lost if you hadn’t offered,” you laugh as the two of you walk out of the small cafè and down the cobblestone street of muggle London, arm in arm.

You had recently moved to London from your childhood home, looking for more excitement that you hoped London would provide. The lively, young energy had always appealed to you and the promise of a better job was enough to get you to pack your things and move so far from home.

Angelina gave you a warm smile, “”Course, don’t mention it. It’s the least I can do for a new friend.” She drops her eye in a wink as you smile back at her. “How are you finding the new flat? Treating you well?” she asks, genuinely wanting to know how you were settling in. London was so unfamiliar and you were still trying to find some sort of routine.

Shrugging, you tell her, “It’s alright. Still unpacking and moving things in. Still not quite sure how to work the shower, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out soon. Or hopefully soon. I’m kind of tired of taking lukewarm showers.” Your comment makes Angelina laugh as the two of you duck down a side road that was less crowded, only a few people scattered here and there.

“Happy to hear,” Angelina beams as you walk to the back of a small pub with a sign that reads The Leaky Cauldron. “Alright,” she huffs. “You ready?”

twin sized (f.w.)

prompt: summer at the burrow meant a lot of things. the lake, bonfires, quidditch. it also meant enduring a whole summer of fred weasley and his taunting. but when an expected visitor arrives, it forces you to share a bed with him for a night. will you be able to resist or do you give in?

pairing: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, references to sex, mentions of cheating relationships, food

word count: 7.9k

taglist: @rosaliepostsstuff  @harrysweasleys @gcdricreads @lumos-barnes @barneswidow @c-t-h @lol-idk-oops @another-lonely-heart @weasleylangs @shilohpug @peachypotter @spacexcowgirl @paintballkid711 @vogueweasley @kaseyrose @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa @sweeterthansammy @loonylovegood13 @lostaurorax @freddie-weaselbee @freds-slut @missmulti @evermoreweasley @dracoswhore007 @theorangedrummer @emmaev @wholebigboxofyikes @the-romanian-is-bae @lostaurorax @inglourious-imagines @nuttytani @butterflybuchanan @valwritesx

The summer sun was hot on your skin as you leaned back on your elbows, basking in its radiant rays, the golden rays warming your skin as you happily sighed. Sounds of shrieking laughter and yelps and splashing echoed from the lake as Ron and Hermione played chicken against Harry and Ginny. “Go for her head!” Ron yelled up at Hermione with a laugh before Hermione yelped followed by a large splash, signaling her defeat. Ginny cheered in victory as Ron groaned, earning yet another point for her and Harry. “You’ve got the game rigged,” Ron mumbled as you chuckled to yourself.

You sat dry on a beach towel next to Angelina who flipped through a magazine, her sunglasses resting low on her nose. She laid back, her hair sprawled around her like a fuzzy halo as the deep purple bikini clung to her painfully gorgeous body. “If George and Fred aren’t back here with drinks and food soon, I just might have a conniption,” Angelina teases as you roll your eyes. “I’m famished.”

Graduation from Hogwarts meant summer and summer meant getaway. To you, that meant going home, packing a suitcase, and traveling to somewhere fun, new, and exciting before starting your job in Diagon Alley when the fall rolled around again. But Angelina had managed to convince you to spend the summer at the Burrow with the Weasleys. Angelina had been dating George for awhile and she insisted the summer wouldn’t be the same without having both you and George with her. So when the invitation was extended to you, you were hesitant. You weren’t super close with the Weasley family; mostly close with George because of Angelina and friendly with Ginny. It felt a little weird, to be spending the summer with a family you didn’t know super well, but you figured it would be something new. A change in your normal summer plans. 

It was a good decision, you had to admit. Each day was filled with a new activity or plan. Whether it was a trip to the lake, a road trip down the countryside, a spontaneous to the twin’s joke shoppe, a backyard bonfire. The Weasleys always had something up their sleeves; they always managed to keep you on your toes.

Especially Fred.

bath time (f.w.)

prompt: bath time and bed time with your daughter is fred’s favorite time of day. he looks forward to having more of those moments with the baby on the way.

pairing: dad fred x mom reader

warnings: pregnancy, tooth aching fluff

word count: 3.2k

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Fred dipped his hand down in the bathwater, swirling it around, testing the temperature to ensure it was just right for the youngest Weasley in the house. He could hear faint singing of nursery rhymes coming from down the hall as you got your daughter ready for bathtime. Fred smiled to himself, his heart warming in his chest at the thought of you taking such good care of your daughter and your second child that was on the way. You were the perfect mother in Fred’s eyes, you always knew what to say, what to do, and how to keep your baby in good spirits. 

“Alright, where’s my love bug?” Fred calls from the hallway, walking down and peeking his head from the door frame to see you and Daisy on the floor, clapping and singing along to a song. His daughter stood wrapped in a small terry cloth dressing gown, her strawberry blonde hair wispy all over her head like a fuzzy halo. 

Daisy’s eyes light up at the sound of Fred’s voice, making you chuckle. Although you and Daisy had a special bond, that little girl loved her daddy more than anything in the whole word. She giggled as Fred dashed into the room and scooped her up into his arms, peppering her small cheeks with kisses. “Time for the bath!” he sang as he ran down the hall, the echoes of Daisy reverberating in your home. 

sheer brilliance (f.w.)

prompt: being a teacher’s assistant at a local college, you are assigned to a philosophy professor who is notorious for being young, cocky, and undeniably handsome. does his arrogance get in the way of you getting or job done? or is it his looks?

pairing: professor! fred x teacher’s assistant! reader

warnings: typically frowned upon relationships (oopsie i love forbidden romances that are legal and consentual mwah), language, food, drinking, alcohol

word count: 15k (I am so sorry I really couldn’t help myself)

author’s note: there won’t be a direct part two of this, but you can bet ur sweet booty that i will be writing more prof!fred in this universe because he’s just so HNNNGG

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“It’s so nice to see another young face here,” a blonde haired girls sighs next to you as you swipe your ID card to enter the university building for your first official day of work. “I thought I was going to be the only new TA here,” she confides in you as your shoes click down the corridor as you make your way through the halls. 

You flash her a comforting smile, “Same here. But I think there’s more of us on the way. Besides, we’re relatively early.” 

As a last year graduate student, you needed to be a teaching assistant in order to get your degree and finish your course requirements. It wasn’t an opportunity you were thrilled about, but it would give you hands on teaching experience in a university setting that could be very valuable. That was, if you had the right professor.

just can’t let her go (f.w.)

prompt: the deal with fred weasley was crystal clear. but what if the deal is becoming a little murky?

pairing: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, oral smut (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, choking kink (male receiving), praise kink, switch! reader, switch! fred, dom! fred at some points

word count: 4.9k

author’s note: THIS WHOLE SONG WAS INSPIRED THE UNRELEASED BOP “JUST CAN’T LET HER GO” BY ONE DIRECTION. YES LADIES AND GENTS IM STILL STUCK IN 2013. GET OVER IT.

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Fred glanced at the watch on his wrist and sighed; another hour before the shoppe closed for the day and it was still bustling with excited customers. Not that good business was something to complain about, but after a long week, all he wanted to do was sit on his couch, take off his shoes, and have a drink. 

He straightened out his suit jacket before walking through the shoppe, checking in on customers, making sure everyone’s needs were met and everyone found what they were looking for. Every now and again, he’d look at George, giving him and nod, letting him know that things were going smoothly. Customers were satisfied and buying stock left and right. Another good thing, but this meant more paperwork and more orders on more stock. 

Fred checked his watch again, only a half hour left before they had to start pushing people out of the store. George’s voice sounded over the shoppe, announcing the approaching closing time which only made customers grab things off of shelves quicker and more frenzied. George placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder and spoke, “Good day today.”

Fred nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, but a brutal week. I just want to go to bed after we close. I’m bloody exhausted.” George laughed and found himself distracted when he caught a group of teens trying to sneak a few vials of love potion in their pockets.

“Too exhausted to see me?”