Imagine… Your first day at Hogwarts and being a twin and catching Fred and George’s attention when they first see you two.

Double The Trouble as my grandmother would say to me and my twin ☺️

Omg they look sooo cute in their matching beanies

One Shots

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Harry Potter

Originally posted by fandomtrashoe

Fred Weasley

• Double The Trouble
• Weasley Whxre
• Fred Girl

George Weasley

• Hello Hello…

Bill Weasley

• Forever

Ron Weasley

• Laughter

If you pop into my heaven after I’m dead and it turns out looking like this either mind your business or bring your own hp character and meet me in the castle 😘✨

If you see this your invited :)

Hello Hello….

Originally posted by avocadosalad2

Originally posted by pansydaisy

• George Weasley x reader : a story about Fred and George prank a girl on her birthday… that leads to something more. (Anonymously Request)

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“Ready George?”

Fred’s voice was heard as a low whisper, as the two twins peered quietly over the corner of a random hallway. They both stared intently in a specific room down the hall from them, it was funny to them - well Fred more so then George- with all the people gathered together with balloons, party hats, and lame party toys made of thin cardboard. All of them innocently running around, exchanging hugs and empty conversations, not suspecting a single thing, everyone thinking it would be just another normal birthday party.

Well of course that was the best part, that’s what makes a prank so great. The most unexpected they are, the more they are remembered. This would have to be one of the funniest ones they’ve ever pulled….

On a girl.

Fred and George did have a code. They weren’t monsters, they didn’t want to have a bad reputation of being stone cold jerks. They did have morals, their mum made sure of it. The twins just wanted to have some semi-harmless fun, and pull jokes on people that everyone would find funny. Especially on people who deserved it, Fred and George like to pull justified pranks on the real bullies, the ones that no one would feel sorry for, for that’s what made it so funny.

This prank however, was unusual to what they would usually do. Unfortunately they had ran into a problem they’ve never had before previously, which was for the past month they were having a hard time finding the perfect person to pull a prank on. It was time to think outside the box and come up with something bigger, funnier then their usual pocket tricks that got boring after awhile. It also didn’t help that ever since their last prank on a particular Slytherin bully, everyone was trying to stay off their radar hoping they wouldn’t be the Weasley Twins’ next victim.

But this girl was perfect. At least so Fred thought, since he does usually come up with 80% of the pranks they pull. She was a well known girl, who was the same year as them. She was known for her stubbornness and not taking crap off of anyone, she was for sure a fighter, which Fred thought would make her reaction even so more interesting. What did she do to deserve this prank you might ask? Well it is pretty simple.

Nothing.

It was a little game for Fred, he had noticed something weird with his twin brother lately. He would stare off in space more often, while Fred would be talking to him, then he became less flirtatious towards other girls, which wasn’t particularly unusual for George, I mean Fred always was the flirty more outgoing of the two, but what really tipped Fred off was his sleep talking. It was outrageous at first, sharing a room with him and constantly being woken up from his never ending banter. At first, he would wack him with a free pillow, getting him to stop long enough for Fred to fall back asleep. But one night George was at it again when he heard it…

Her name.

This made a lightbulb pop in Fred’s brain that he didn’t even care to fall back asleep, now planning the perfect prank on both the girl and his brother. It was quite brilliant in his opinion, he was curious to see how far George would go with the prank, if he would go with it. However, it was either go with the prank or give up his secret crush, which he doubted George would do either. So Fred stayed up that night, tossing ideas together and how he would choose her without giving the impression he knew George liked her, which brought them to where they are now, peering into the room with the Birthday girl innocently sitting down next to her cake.

“Hey, are you listening to me? I said are you ready Georgie?”

George glanced solemnly at the girl sitting down. She was beautiful in his eyes, her hair pinned up neatly with a few strands of her gorgeous hair hanging by her face. She had such a pretty smile on her face, happily talking to her friend sitting next to her. He felt incredibly guilty, wishing he was sitting next to her instead, chatting with her about her big day. But he wasn’t, he was listening to his brother ask him a question, silently nodding to him even though everything inside him said no.

Why did it have to be her? There was hundreds of girls to choose from, and it had to be her… the one he liked the moment he set eyes on her. Surely Fred could’ve found a incredibly rude girl or a snobby know it all girl like Hermione, but he chose the most precious and kind her to prank…

On her birthday.

If only his mum was here now, he could practically hear her screaming at him ranting on how it was no way to treat a lady, especially on her special day. But it was too late, the birthday bomb was already slipped into her cake, which contained a few pastel pink and orange frosted roses on it with perfect pink lines around it. It looked like a delicious cake, for sure. He tried his best to memorize before Fred would blow it up, he would have to buy her a replica after this and plead for her forgiveness when Fred wasn’t around.

“Alright Fred, let’s go.”

The two boys walked down the hall, Fred with a button remote in his pocketed hand. George looked everywhere but the cake, too scared to make eye contact with the pretty girl sitting next to it. Both boys exchanged greetings and fist bumps with fellow students as they walked into the party room. It couldn’t have been more perfect timing, everyone was just sitting down for the cake.

“Okay everyone! Sit or stand around the table and we will get ready to sing for Y/N.”

A ravenclaw girl announced, before sitting on the birthday girls free side. And once everyone started singing George hummed nervously, standing right next to Fred who had an evil smirk on his face. The once they song was over and Y/N blew out the candles.

BOOM!

Cake was flown everywhere, covering the nearby people, but mostly Y/N. Everyone gasped, and a few laughed, but the girl who was not laughing was Y/N. Her face went pinker then the frosting that covered her. She yelped out in anger, looking around for the person who had done this, and she locked eyes with him… of course it was him, it just had to be George she picked out from the crowd. I mean it wouldn’t take a genius to realize that a Weasley was apart of the prank. There wasn’t exactly any other people who would do such a vile but brilliant thing. George quickly glanced to his side to see Fred, yet in his surprise, saw Fred made his way far away from the angry girl, looking at him from across the room laughing.

“YOU..”

Y/N exclaimed, making George snap his attention back to the beautifully angry girl, who was glaring daggers at him. He wanted to apologize, get on his knees and beg her to hear him out, offer to buy her a new dress, a new cake, anything. But she just quietly glared, as she got up, standing with the remaining platter of the cake balanced in one hand, and before George could explain himself, she took one angry yet, graceful swoop…

BANG!

George’s sight went black… the feeling of coldness from the cake, she had hit him with the cake platter so hard his ears even started ringing. Everyone oooed and ahhhhed and some laughed even harder. George let the platter fall, just standing there as the beautiful girl started laughing at him. Giving him the finger as she walked towards him.

“Next time you want to prank me, it won’t be cake hitting your face, Fred.”

And with that she stormed passed him, down one of the halls. George, ears still ringing, started chuckling to himself.

Thank god.

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After Fred’s fits of laughter and jokes while George had managed to get all the icing out of his hair and his ears stopped ringing, George had thought to himself about how to approach her. He sat on his bed, recalling the whole situation, laughing to himself at the irony.

He thought to himself, she thought he was Fred. I mean serves Fred right, it was his prank after all. Even though it was George who took the platter of cake to the face in front of everyone, he couldn’t have cared less, all that mattered was that she wasn’t mad at him. At least not directly mad, but at least this way it gave him an opportunity to redeem himself and go apologize on Fred’s behalf. But he was a little unsure of the entire thing, if she did think he was Fred, who she didn’t like, then does that mean she doesn’t like him?

It was all quite frankly confusing, but I guess this gave him an opportunity to at least talk to her.

And that was the day he decided he would.

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Little did he know that she had actually already been waiting outside his dorm, with an apology. It wasn’t long until the truth about the prank was let out and everyone of George and Fred’s friends had been talking about how George got a cake to the face by his crush for a prank Fred pulled.

Once it made its way to Y/N she had instantly felt bad for taking her rage out on the wrong twin, but honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the fact either. So she decided to meet him at his dorm and when he answered the door he chuckled nervously, obviously shocked she was at his door without seeming to be angry. He half expected her to have a rant ready for him and fingers to be shoved in his face.

But instead she had apologized and even offered to go out on a date together.

And after a successful date full of funny pranks and stories, and jokes between the two, they decided to go on another. And then two dates became five dates which became actual dating. Then soon enough, she got to meet the rest of his family. Which sounded a lot like this…

“And to think this all started with Fred.”

“Well shouldn’t you know Georgie all the best things that happen in your life is because of me”

“Oh shut it Fred”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to throw another cake at my brother?”

“No this time I’ll nail the right twin.”

“Well Georgie. You might want to pack another back up suit on your wedding.”

“Blow up my wedding cake and I’ll blow up your house”

“That’s funny Y/N. Make sure it’s the right one.”

“I hate you.”

Okay but like say it with me…..✨wEaSLey WhOrE✨

No? Just me?

Okay then.

The reader was in a relationship with Bill Weasley throughout their years in Hogwarts. Then he leaves her, and they don’t see each other for years. That’s until he comes back.

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   I walked into the Burrow, inhaling the sweet familiar scent of my second home. Nowadays I have spent more of my time in this dysfunctional household then my actual home. I didn’t bother kicking my shoes off next to the dirt covered door mat that laid crooked on the floor, seeing that no one in the household seemed to have strict house rules compared to most. That was one of the things I adored from the Weasley’s, they had great character, never too picky or high maintenance. 

 “Oh Y/n! Is that you dear?!” I heard the Weasley mother herself, Molly, shout out from the kitchen. “Yes mum! Just a second!” I responded as I instantly took my coat off and hung it on the rack near me. My hand paused right above an unfamiliar jacket. It was eye catching, it was clean, which stood out from the rest of the dirty, worn out hand me down jackets that have sat on the rack for years. It was a long thick jacket, it looked like it was brand new, which was a rare sight in the Weasley household. 

 I ran a hand through my hair, ruffling it up. I turned around and made my way through the house. “It’s just wonderful outside today, although those pesky gnomes did try to bite my ankles. Did you get a new jack- oh!”

I paused, my eyes landing on the back of  long red haired person’s head. It was no doubt a Weasley. “Charlie?” I assumed, looking briefly up at Molly who was behind the kitchen table, pouring tea into a cup. 

The man turned around quiet quickly, revealing that it was indeed NOT Charlie Weasley.

“William.” I blurted out, not even aware that Molly was holding out a cup of tea for me. 

“Y/n, you look lovely.” My past lover stated, swiftly getting up and reaching over to Molly and setting the cup of tea down on the table next to his.  However I remained still out of shock, staring up at the man who I loved. He gave a bit of a nervous chuckle, before rubbing the sides of my arms. 

“Why don’t you sit down love? Mum made tea, your favorite.” He added, guiding me to the chair next to his. I snapped out of it, nodding with a smile towards Molly. “Thanks mum.” I took a sip, the feeling of warmth that spread through my body seemed to calm my nerves a bit. 

I looked over towards William, who eyes raked my body up and down. “You’ve not changed one bit love.” He smiled, his eyes gleaming with happiness. “Well you sure did. You got tall William, and you grew your hair out.” I pointed out the trait that I had led me to mistake him from Charlie. 

“I thought you said you wanted me to grow my hair out” 

“I thought you said forever” I shot back a bit bitterly, referring to him years ago when he said he’d be with me forever.

The silence between us grew, he had looked away, purposely avoiding my gaze. I looked over towards Molly who had thrown a rag over her shoulder and casually walked out of the room. I had felt the hurt in my heart flooding my veins, but I had also felt fear, fear that this would be the only time I’d see him again. 

And although he had hurt me, I couldn’t deny the absolute joy and relief I have felt seeing him in front of me for the first time since he had left. 

It was a feeling I hadn’t felt since we had dated, the pure feeling of love and excitement that only he could bring to me. And I had gotten a fresh taste of it and I craved more of it. I had craved more of his presence. 

“Is that your jacket on the rack? The black one?” I spoke softly changing the subject, the harbored hate fading out of my voice as my eyes lingered on his beautiful face. His blue eyes had met mine, the corner of his lips tugging slightly. “Yes, was it that obvious?” He replied, letting out a tiny chuckle to which I had returned. It had felt satisfying to be able to laugh with him again. “Better hide it from the twins,” I joked, “ those two are mischievous.” I warned, taking another sip out of my tea. 

“I wonder where they got that from.” He shot back with a grin, nudging me slightly with his elbow. I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair. “They learned from the best, although they don’t have a prefect to get them out of trouble.” I smiled with a cheeky grin on my face. We both started to endlessly chat and reminisce the good days we spent together in Hogwarts and the Burrow. 

We ended up spending hours talking about everything that came to our minds, almost as if we hadn’t spent years apart from each other. Molly had taken the boys out of the house, no doubt in my mind that she wanted William and I to rekindle our relationship in peace and quiet. 

Or maybe she didn’t want the boys to eavesdrop and say something that could potentially wreak havoc all over our mending friendship. Either way, I highly doubt anyone could’ve grasped my attention with William Weasley sitting in front of me. It was as if I was still a school girl with the epic crush on the headboy in Gryffindor. 

And as much as I loved the laughs and jokes we had made together, there still was this nagging thought that had crept in my mind, the fear that this would not be permanent. That he would end up leaving once again, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart once again. 

He was currently talking about the job he had in Egypt, and how he had missed his family. If I wasn’t so worried about him leaving I would’ve been entranced by every single word that had left his lips. I would’ve been memorizing every single change in his appearance. 

However, I needed an answer. I could not let myself go on any longer without knowing whether he was going to take off again. The longer I had waited, the more it would hurt if he left again. 

“Are you leaving?” I cut him off abruptly, bracing myself for the ultimate pain in his potential answer. But all I was met with was silence. I had looked up at the man in front of me, who seemed conflicted.

He looked at my quietly, a little caught off guard by my interruption. 

His eyebrows were furrowed, he had folded his hands and set them on the table, staring down at me with a faint smile.

Here we go…

“I had planned on it…but now I don’t think I can bring myself to do so.”  He admitted, clearing his throat.

 His words had still been processing through my mind. If he did plan on leaving, what had changed his mind? Surely I hope it was me, I would take him back in a heartbeat. But I had to make sure I knew what had changed his mind, it could have absolutely nothing to do with me.

“ May I ask why?” I shyly questioned, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

William had grabbed my hands, softly folding them into his. 

“Well I did promise you forever didn’t I? It would be hard to keep that promise all the way in Egypt love.” 

Imagine… Being in Slytherin and Fred overhearing you talking about your crush on him.