Golden Pt. 5 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi everyone! Thank you for all the support on the last few chapters. I have really enjoyed writing this fanfic, and I hope y'all like reading it. This is probably my favorite one yet. Enjoy!

Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

George had decided that he would, in fact, be joining you in Hogsmeade. He wasted no time in getting ready, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with his twin for any longer. For someone who didn't care about you, he sure was fucking jealous.

Leaving the shop hit you with the truth of reality like a brick to the chest. Diagon Alley was desolate and destroyed, the shop one of the only businesses still in operation. You clung to Fred. "He's growing stronger, isn't he?" you asked, though even you knew it wasn't a question so much as a statement. Fred leaned down to kiss your temple. "I'm afraid so. But nothing will happen to you while you're with us." "With Fred, at least," George smirked, moving to the front of the charge. "I'm more of an every man for himself type of guy." Fred rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He laced his fingers into yours and for a moment, your heart stopped beating. A coy smile took its place on your lips as you looked up to find a matching one on his.

"So what all do we need in Hogsmeade?" you finally asked as you walked to the edge of Diagon Alley. A group of wizards had set up an anti-apparition barrier within the streets of the town, hoping to increase its protection against Dark Magic. The borders were patrolled, which did a little to ease your anxiety.

"As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I think it's time you get some of your own," Fred laughs, his words bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I have also decided to turn our office into a temporary bedroom for you, until you feel more comfortable in ours."

Your heart jumped again. Every so often, ,you would forget that these two were your soulmates, not just a new relationship. Eventually you would all share a bedroom, and a bed, and a life. Your future was as intertwined as your fingers. George finally looked back at the two of you, glancing for only a moment at your hands, then back ahead of him.

"We're at the edge," he said firmly. "I'll apparate us." He reached out one hand to his brother, then one to you. The same pulse of energy ran through you as you touched. You were completely wrapped around the finger of the two, and unsure if it was exciting or terrifying.

Golden Pt. 4 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Part 4 of Golden!! Thank you for all the love on part 3. This one is also some smut for you guys. Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

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You had barely stopped panting when Fred finally woke up. A smile immediately lit up his face when he looked at you. "Morning," he drew out, his morning voice deep and groggy. "Morning, Freddie," you smiled, hoping he didn't notice the deep blush you felt burning into your face. "Ugh", George groaned. "Can you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep."

Golden Pt. 3 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi guys! This is Part 3 of Golden! I did want to put a warning up here that this fic is 18+ (minors dni). There will be smut beneath the cut. You've been warned. ;)

Part One

Part Two

For a moment you didn't know where you were.

Your eyes focused on Fred's sleeping face. It was soft and you could almost see a slight smile pulling at his lips. You almost reached out to touch him before an arm wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against them.

Oh, you thought, the other Weasley. In his sleep, he wasn't nearly as much of an arsehole. He now held your body taught against his, enclosing you in with an arm tightly around your chest and stomach. Exactly where your mark hid under your chunky sweater.

Golden Pt. 2 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Thank you for all the love on part one. I genuinely love this AU and hope you all do too. <3

Other Parts: Part One

Your eyes flickered between the two Weasley boys, refusing to accept that you could have two soulmates - even though they were looking you straight in the face. "This is a joke, right?" you finally ask. "I don't think anyone could pull off a joke like this," Fred spoke, gently placing his palm back to the matching spot on your cheekbone. "Even us," George laughed. "And why would we? No one dreams of half a soulmate." You don't know why, but your heart aches at his words. "I didn't dream of having you as my soulmate, either," you retort, pulling away from both Weasleys. "Is that so, sweetheart?" He takes a step closer, smirking. "Because the rouge of your cheeks says otherwise."

"Back off her, George," Fred commands, pulling the two of you apart. "We have to get out of here now or Umbridge will kill us. Like actually kill us." "Alright, soulmate. You coming with us or not?" George asks. "Like she's going to go anywhere with us now, George," Fred scoffs. "You're a total-" "I'm in," you say, cutting him off.

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Golden - Weasley Twins x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Request: Would you do one where a shy Hufflepuff is Fred and George’s soulmate? Maybe they are connected somehow like a song or marks or something and it takes them a while to find her because she’s so reserved but they end up bumping into her and finding out?

It was common knowledge within the wizarding world that the age of twelve was the most common to find your soulmate. You weren't sure why twelve was the magic number, but you were never the type to question to origins of magic. What you were sure of that twelve passed by with no soulmate to speak of, then thirteen, and then fourteen. It was in your fourteenth year of life that you had given up the notion of having a soulmate altogether. Your parents had found each other even before going to Hogwarts and you had now been lapped by your younger sibling who had matched their first year.

Your parents marks glowed golden on their pinkies - a lifelong reminder of the most important pinkie promise they ever made. Your brother's soulmark was a simple streak on his shoulder from where he brushed against his soulmate waiting on the sorting ceremony.

Before you first touched your soulmate, the mark on your skin was just a dark patch. Muggles that fell in love with wizards or witches often just mistook the patch for a birthmark. The marks on your skin, however, could never be mistaken for anything but a soulmark. You had two marks that were completely separate from the other. The first was a line around your waist and the second a handprint from mouth to ear. The line on the waist could always be a hug from behind. It was easy enough to believe. But the hand print? You tried to keep the worst out of your mind.

It had been four years since you had given up on your soulmate. Exams were just around the corner and then you were out. You were quite tempted to just move into the muggle world and never have to deal with the concept of a soulmate again. You'd marry someone who, even though they weren't your soulmate, treated you well. And wouldn't that be enough in the end?

With that thought in your mind, you turned in your final examination to Professor Umbridge, who you were quite sure never even got a soulmark as it seemed impossible that anyone could love her. A huge wave of relief washed over you as you exited the Great Hall and, just for a moment, you allowed your eyes to close and a deep breath to escape your lungs. It was over.

Your moment was short lived as a chorus of "Get down!" rang out behind you, before a set of arms wrapped around you, yanking you to the ground. Your body slammed against the rough ground, but your head was caught before it hit by another set of hands. Still, your heart raced as you tried to catch your breath.

"Shit," one of the voices said - the one with his arms around you. He transitioned from holding onto you to rubbing your back. "We are so so sorry." "We let out fireworks. Thought the coast was clear but obviously we were wrong," the other voice said, hand still supporting your face. "Here, let us help you up," he offered. You had barely made it upright when the boy in front of you began to scowl. "Fuck, Umbridge," he seethed. "I'm sorry but we have to go."

Instead of leaving you, the boy pulled you along. The other tailing closely behind. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Unfortunately, you're an accomplice now and we're about to be caught." "Accomplice? I just met you!" "Yeah? Explain that to Umbridge over a hot cup of tea and a puddle of blood. You should be thanking me!"

It wasn't until you made what felt like four laps around the castle before you quit running. You didn't even know where you were and you had been attending Hogwarts for seven years. All you know was that you were in a tiny broom closet with two boys you just met. "Lumos," one of the boys spoke, and you finally got a good look at their faces. You rolled your eyes. You should have known it was the Weasley twins. You had never really met the two but the entire school knew of the mischief they caused. It had been far too easy for you to steer clear of them up to this point. "Fred," the twin on the left, George, asked quietly. Fred was looking down at his hand, then up to you. In the dim light you could barely notice the golden glow that now shone on his hand. "It's you," he spoke gently. "What do you mean?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed. Hesitantly, Fred reached his hand up to your face, placing it where it had been only moments ago. "You're golden," he smiled.

"My whole life I was wondering how I would get those marks," I laughed. "I always feared the worst, just because of where they are. Did you feel the same way?" He shook his head. "I always just assumed it would be a handshake." You rolled your eyes. "A handshake wouldn't give you this, though." You pulled up the other sleeve of his robes - nothing. No mark whatsoever adorned him. "That doesn't make any sense." When your eyes rose up to meet Fred's, he was looking beside you, at his twin, whose forearm revealed the missing piece of the puzzle. He, too, glowed gold.

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Does anyone have any requests? I’m finally inspired to write and need some fresh ideas!

Love Letters - Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I found your blog today and I absolutely LOVE your Fred fics. I was wondering if you could do a fem!reader where she is best friends with the trio and the weasleys. she goes to the burrow for the summer and she’s become absolutely gorgeous. the Weasley boys + harry realize they have to “protect” her at Hogwarts from gross guys, but Fred realizes that he is actually in love with her. maybe some yule ball jealousy?

(Author's Note - I'm trying something a little bit different with this fic. It reads as a love letter - Not sure how I feel about it yet)

My Dearest Love,

Sixth year was the year that everything changed. Ginny had grown attached to you during our fifth year, something we never would have expected, but will always be grateful for. You were George's friend first - the Gryffindor who was good at Quidditch and potions. That's how I knew you first. I still don't know how George didn't fall in love with you, but he didn't.

I did.

You spent the summer with us, at Ginny's request. No one was going to argue - you were loved by many in the Weasley household. Mum was probably your biggest fan. She would always coax you to help in the kitchen, under the guise of time constraints and her own kids not wanting to pitch in. (In reality, she had warned us weeks in advance to stay out and let you help). I assume she knew that one of us would fall in love with you. Maybe she already knew it was me.

When the Quidditch World Cup was under attack, you were my first thought. My heart didn't slow down until we were all safely home and I knew that you were safe. I knew then, I'd protect you from anything.

Starting with the guys.

The stares started as soon as we boarded the train. Now, they could have been staring at any of us, but we both know they were staring at you. You were gorgeous. Even worse, you were nice. Even the Slytherins couldn't resist you.

When the Yule Ball finally approached, I planned to ask you. I heard through the house gossip that you were already going with someone else - a seventh year even.

Every dance killed me inside a little bit.

Because there you were, smiling, as some other guy held you against him. Your fingers were in his hair and your eyes were locked on his. I wanted to be him more than anything. To have my hands graze your skin and to pull you closer to me. Because I knew, even then, that I loved you.

I'm still sorry I couldn't protect you from Umbridge. The day that you came into the common room, face splotchy from crying, was the first time I ever felt angry enough to kill. Whoever hurt you deserved to be hurt, far worse than whatever had been done to you.

I didn't hurt her, of course. How could I, when you begged me not to? I would do anything you asked of me, without even a second thought. You've always had that hold on me, and boy did you know it.

At some point, you grew feelings for me. I don't know what would cause someone so perfect to fall for me, but you did. Whenever my dad was hurt, you were there. You stayed by my side all break, bringing me peace only you could bring.

I asked you to be mine on Christmas.

You were stunning in your Weasley sweater, that just fit perfectly. I knew I couldn't live a life without you in it, nor did I want to. You said yes without hesitation.

Many might say we moved too fast, but I would beg to disagree. I had been yours long before you agreed to be mine. It only felt right to be yours completely and fully.

I don't know what the future holds. Voldemort's return is futile and I fear that the war will seep into our lives soon. If something were to happen to me, I want you to know that I love you more than anything and anyone. And I have for a while. You, my dear, have me wrapped completely around your finger.

And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

All my love,

Fred

Crucio - Sirius Black x Reader

Prompt: Harry's vision was right. Trigger Warning: Abuse and torture

It was a cloudy Tuesday morning when Mundungus betrayed the Order. You were lying in bed, body curled precisely into the curves of Sirius's frame. Mornings were often slow, with Order business never taking place earlier than noon. The two of you probably would've stayed there another hour if you hadn't heard the crash coming from the kitchen. "What the hell is Tonks doing here so early?" Sirius groaned, clamoring to throw on clothing. You only shrugged, burrowing deeper into the covers. "Right, you just enjoy your lie in while I deal with the mess," he chipped. "Thank you, I think I will."

Home for Christmas - Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I was wondering if u could do a Fred Weasley x reader, where the reader is coming home with Fred for Christmas and he's just really excited like he won't shut up about it. just Fred being all cute and flustered :)) thank uuuuu also I love ur writing

"Only one more day," Fred smiled before peppering kisses on your face. You giggled. "I had almost forgotten." "Really?" "I'm only joking, you remind me every single day." Fred sat down beside you in the Gryffindor common room, pulling your back against his chest. "I know, I'm just excited. It's our first Christmas together." You turned, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm excited, too."

The rest of the day went by fast, with Fred smiling dopily every time he looked at you. "One more night until I get to spend every moment with you." "Fred, we already do that." "I know, but this is different. I'll fall asleep holding the person I love more than everything every night. I'll wake up to your grumpy face," he teased. "First off, I am not grumpy," you said with a scowl that caused the ginger to burst into laughs. "And you really think your mom will let us stay together?" "Don't even worry about that, love. I'll sneak you to my room if I have to." You smile. "Goodnight, Fred." "Goodnight, my love. I'll see you in the morning." With one final kiss on the center of your forehead, you parted.

Everything was hectic the next day, with prefects coming in and out to rush you towards breakfast. Breakfast on the last day was always nontraditional, with tables being pushed together and houses intermixing. You sat beside Fred and Harry, who would also be joining you over break. Everyone was out of their robes and in muggle clothes, which gave you a sense of hominess that was sometimes missing in the massive castle.

Fred held your hand the entire morning, only letting go once it was time to take the luggage to the train, showing no struggle to carry both. He did the same as you exited the train, even though you insisted you could carry your own. "I don't doubt that you can carry it," he insisted. "I just think you shouldn't have to." You blushed fiercely as you made your way to the Weasley family. "Mom!" he exclaimed before pulling his mother into a hug.

After the rest of her children greeted her, she turned to you. "You must be Fred's girlfriend. I've heard so much about you," she exclaimed before pulling you into a loving hug. "Thank you so much for having me, Mrs. Weasley." "No, thank you. I've never seen Fred so excited to be home." "I know!" you smiled. "He's been counting down the days for weeks."

The rest of the day flew by, finally ending with George sneaking you into his room. As you lay in his arms, you look into his eyes. "Why are you so excited for Christmas?" you ask him. For all the years you'd known him, he had never been so excited for holiday before. "This is my first Christmas with you. It's my first Christmas ever truly being home." Your eyes well with tears. "Fred Weasley, I've never met someone who feels more like home than you. Everything about you radiates a warmth only few are lucky enough to find in their lives." "My dear, that's exactly the way I feel about you."

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Prefect Pt. 2 - Remus Lupin x Reader

A/N: The love I got for this fic so quickly is literally insane and I’m love with all of you. If you all want more of this fic just let me know :)

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the day of the Hogsmeade trip finally arrived. You woke up early to give yourself time to complete your whole routine. Even with every possible addition, you still found yourself waiting in your common room for hours. 

“You look stunning,” Remus said once it finally came time for you to meet. His eyes scanned you once more as a blush rose to his cheeks.  “Thank you, as do you,” you said with an equally fierce blush.  “May I?” he asked, extending his arm to you.  “Of course.” 

The walk to town was crisp and cool, with winter quickly approaching. About halfway through your journey, Remus realized you were only adorned in a sweater. Without a word, he wrapped his coat around you, taking care to gently rub your shoulders. “That better?” “It really is. Thank you.”  “Since it’s so cold I thought it might be nice to warm up with a Butterbeer. If you want, of course.”  You smiled. “I’d love that.” 

"Two hot butterbeers please,” Remus asked the waiter after you were sat in a booth in the very back of the bar. It was quiet despite the crowd around it. “Do you want anything else?” You shook your head and Remus thanked the waiter who quickly left you alone once more.  “Chivalrous,” you smirked.  “Well, I am a Gryffindor. It’s basically required.”  “Even so, I think you do it better than the rest of your house.”  “Is chivalry a competition?” he laughed.  You nodded. “It kinda is.”  “Well then, I’m glad I’m doing well.” 

The waiter returned with our Butterbeers, each topped with a perfect dollop of cream. “This is delicious,” you hummed after taking a deep sip.  “You have a bit of cream left,” Remus said, motioning to your lip.  “Do I?” you laughed. “Can you help me?” “I don’t have anything to wipe it with.” You sighed. “But I think I can help. May I?” You nodded before he gently cupped your face and pulled you into him. You pushed forward to meet him. His lips were soft on yours, before he gently moved his tongue enough to remove the cream from your lip. After that, he removed his lips from yours, causing you to whine. “It’s our first date, I can’t snog you in front of the entire restaurant.”  “That’s second date kinda stuff?” “Precisely.” 

“Where do you want to go now?” Remus asked once you stepped back into the cold.  “Maybe the candy shop?” “That’s my favorite,” he smiled.  “Mine too.”  The smell of chocolate and baked goods was overwhelming once you stepped inside, causing an immediate smile on both you and Remus. “What’s your favorite thing here?” you asked.  “Definitely the chocolates. The bars, not the frogs.” You giggled. “What’s yours?” “The frogs,” you answered sheepishly, causing the brunet to laugh. You picked up two frogs. “Wanna make a bet?” “Depends on the terms,” he answered as he meticulously picked out his own favorite candies.  “If one of these frogs are either Merlin or Dumbledore I get to take you on a second date.”  Remus smirked. “And if that doesn’t happen?” “You get to take me on a second date.”  “Deal.” 

You both rushed back to the castle and to the Gryffindor dorms. His friends were still out, so you piled onto his bed and tore into the two packages. “You go first,” you insisted.  He took his time opening the box, finally pulling out the card. He groaned, “Dumbledore.”  “Yes!” you squealed before tearing into your own box. You laughed as you pulled out the card. “It’s Merlin.”  “I win, then!” Remus exclaims.  “No you don’t!” you retort.  “You said either Merlin or Dumbledore, and we got both.”  “That’s a technicality.”  “I don’t care,” he smiled. “I’ve decided on my date.”  “That quickly?”  “I want to cash in my second date right now.”  You gasped. “You just want to snog me.”  Remus laughed before pulling you closer. “Maybe.”

Prefect - Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Could you please write for Remus Lupin. During prefect patrolling and he met the Hufflepuff prefect. Anything else could be up to you. If you don’t do it it’s fine, thanks a lot!

"Excuse me, it's past curfew and you really need to get to your dorm room," a boy said gently as he made his way over to you. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Flattered, but I'm also a prefect," you said, pulling your robe to the side to show your yellow badge. The boy's face burned bright red. "Sorry, I didn't realize." The boy held out his right hand. "Remus Lupin, Gryffindor Prefect." You shook his hand gently, before giving him your name. "You're a fifth year, too?" "Yeah, first year as a prefect. I love helping out my housemates but this part of the job is absolute rubbish." "I agree. Why do we have to do the patrolling? Some of the students are older than us." "Exactly!" Remus agreed. "I know a 7th year Slytherin will never listen to me telling him to get out of the halls." "Just say Lucius Malfoy, we both know who you're talking about." Remus groans. "He's bloody awful."

The two of you talked the rest of the night as you patrolled the emptied hallways of the castle. This was usually your least favorite task as the castle was quite scary at night. This time, however, you found the night slipping away quickly as you enjoyed every second with your new friend.

You smiled, before looking down at the watch on you wrist. "I'm afraid it's time for me to return to my dorm room now." Remus looked at his own watch. "You're actually two minutes late so it looks like I'll have to escort you there." "I think you intentionally distracted me from noticing the time," you argued as you began your trek back to the Hufflepuff dorms. "Interesting deduction," he said, refusing to elaborate further.

"I'll see you around?" he asked once you made it to your door. "If you're lucky," you responded with a wink.

The next time you saw Remus was in the prefect bathroom. It was almost curfew and you had drawn a bath. Every Hufflepuff had seemed to have a separate breakdown this week, and you were about at your limit. After you had emerged into the bubbly water, Remus shot through the door. "Sorry!" he yelled before covering his eyes. You giggled. "Don't be sorry. I already cast the charm." Remus let out a deep exhale. "Mind if I join you?" "It would be a waste of water if you didn't."

It took Remus only a few moments to undress behind a curtain and use the cloaking charm on himself before dropping across from you in the large tub. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" he said once he was fully submerged. "It's relaxing," you sighed. "This week has been so hard." "It's the moon," Remus said confidently. "It has my house acting weird, too." "I take it you're in astronomy?" "No, it's just a fact. The full moon is coming up so it makes everyone a bit off." You hummed. "Well, I'm excited for it to be over with, then." "Me too," he laughed.

For a few minutes you just sat there, enjoying the hot water and each others' company. "Do you mind if I come over there?" Remus asked. You shook your head and he waded through the water, sitting at your right. "This may seem strange, but I'm really happy I met you." "Really? Why is that?" "I know we've only talked a few times, but I really enjoy your company." "I feel the same. Every time I see you my heart flutters a little bit." "In two weeks we're scheduled to have a Hogsmeade trip. I would love to take you on a date, if you'd let me." You smiled. "I would love to."