Aaaaaa I love the way you write 🫶🫶🫶
I was wondering if you’d do like a story where the reader has had a rocky family and not so great relationship with them, and then her and Fred are new in their relationship, and he invites the reader to the burrow and she just gets like slapped with all the Weasleys and how lovely the big family vibe is? Like a finding a family in your boyfriends family?? Idk how to explain 😭😭
take your timeeee (never wanna rush the amazing writer 🛐🛐 )
(Also was wondering if you’re doing a tag list and if I could be on it? If not that’s okay 👌)
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To Be a Weasley
Fred Weasley x Reader
warnings: fluff, a little bit of cursing
w/c: 3k
a/n: rlly liked writing this one, hope u enjoy! takes place around christmas time. reader is a seventh year gryffindor
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You didn’t know where you went wrong. Maybe it was when you decided that you’d be dating Fred Weasley, maybe it was when you were sorted into Gryffindor, or maybe it started with your birth, when you came out the ‘wrong gender’. All you knew was that ‘family’ was never something that you’d understood. So it came as no surprise to you when you were sitting in the great hall at the Gryffindor table listening to a howler from your parents.
“An absolute disgrace! We come from generations of some of the greatest Slytherins and you, you put shame to our good name, tainting it with that Gryffinor title that you wear so proudly. You should be ashamed of yourself! Not to mention you’re dating one of those disgraces to the pureblood community. The Weasley’s give purebloods almost as bad a name as you do to the Y/l/n family! If you were a boy this never would’ve happened! We never would’ve had this problem! A son never would’ve dishonored our name, never would’ve put us to shame the way you have. We’re disowning you! May you cease to be a plague to the Y/l/n name. From henceforth we have no child!”
“Yeah? Well good riddance! I don’t want the tainted name of Y/l/n, I don’t have any bloody parents, which won’t be hard to adapt to because I’ve never had parents! I spit on you, I spit on your stupid name, and I hope the name of Y/l/n holds a curse that drags you all to the deepest pits of hell,” you screamed at the howler.
The howler at this point had already torn itself apart, becoming a pile of shredded paper in your breakfast. You stood in place, breathing heavily as the entire great hall watched you. You sat down angrily, eyes never leaving the pile.
Years ago you may have cried. Years ago you may have cared about being a part of the family. Years ago you may have even tried to beg for a second chance, a chance to prove yourself worthy. But now? Now you couldn’t care less if your last name was Y/l/n. You’d never felt like a part of the family, and honestly? You were happy that you’d dirtied the Y/l/n’s clean reputation. Happy you’d wrecked their title. And especially happy that you were finally rid of that malediction of a name.
“Y/n?” You heard Fred say softly.
You looked over to see his concerned face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled. Really smiled. Smiled without restrictions, without worries, without a single shit to give.
“I’m free Freddie,” you whispered, “I’m finally, totally, completely, free.”
You laughed, the dots starting to connect in your head.
“I’m free!” You shouted, throwing your arms around Fred.
Fred hesitated for only a minute before returning your hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you laughed with joy.
A few days passed since you’d been publicly disowned, and you’d never been happier. Maybe it was just the fact that it was official now, but it felt like a weight had quite literally been lifted off your shoulders. You’d stopped trying to live up to your former name around halfway through your fifth year. For the longest time, you held onto hope that maybe one day your parents would accept you for who you were, and you’d get to live the life that you’d always wanted. Then that one day during fifth year it just clicked, and you gave up completely.
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You were sitting in the common room with Fred. His arm was draped lazily over your shoulders as the two of you talked to the group. You weren’t talking about anything in particular, just the midterm exams coming up, the latest in quidditch, and the newest bits and bobs of gossip around Hogwarts. Then came the conversation you’d been dreading the most. Christmas time vacations. You were excited for Christmas, definitely, but this would be the first year that you’d be spending Christmas at Hogwarts. And it wasn’t that that was a bad thing. It was just that you’d be spending your Christmas alone.
You were absent mindedly listening about everyone's plans when Fred nudged your shoulder. You looked up at him, giving him a curious look.
“Say, I was wondering. Since you don’t have any place to be this Christmas…”
You raised an eyebrow, “Yes?”
Fred laughed nervously, “Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come spend Christmas with me, and my family.”
Your eyes went wide, “Oh, Fred, I dunno…”
“Oh, come on love, it’s not like you’d be imposing. Actually, it was mum that wanted me to invite you, you know? She’s very keen on meeting you,” Fred said, a small smile on his lips.
You frowned, “I dunno Freddie, family and me have never been two words that go together.”
That struck a nerve in Fred’s chest, “Alright then, it’s decided. You’re definitely coming.”
You shook your head, “Wait what? I never said that. In fact if anything, I think I said the opposite of that.”
“Please Y/n. If not for yourself, then for me,” he said, eyes pleading.
You sighed, “That’s not fair, you know I can’t resist that face.”
Fred smiled widely, “So you’ll come?”
You smiled back, “Yes, I’ll come,” you said, kissing the corner of his mouth.
Fred sighed happily, pulling you closer to him. You tried to relax against him, but you couldn’t help but feel that nervous edge, gnawing at your conscience.
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“Wake up love, we’re here,” Fred whispered.
You opened one eye, groggily looking at Fred, “Ow it’s bright,” you mumbled, stretching your limbs.
Fred laughed, helping you out of your seat. You got out of the car, eyes adjusting to the bright white of the snow that covered everything around you. You looked around, trying to see anything other than the white around you when you finally saw it.
“Wow,” you whispered, eyes glued to the building in front of you.
It was tall, and mismatched. A little chaotic, but inviting. You loved it instantly.
Fred smiled, “Home sweet home.”
You gathered your luggage from the car and waddled over to the burrow. Fred opened the door for you, helping you in. You were immediately hit with the smells of warm baked bread, cinnamon, and butter. Smells that you’d come to love due to a certain redhead. You barely had time to process what was going on before you were enveloped in a sea of arms.
“Hello dear, you must be Y/n, we’ve heard so much about you!”
“Oh Y/n, how lovely to finally meet you!”
“We’re thrilled to have you here!”
“How was your trip? Would you like anything to eat or drink?”
“Do you need help with your luggage?”
“Let me give you a tour of our home!”
“Oi, mum, dad, let her breathe, she’s barely been here two minutes!’ Fred said, pulling you out from the entanglement of arms.
You blinked, “Uh, hi, it-it’s lovely to meet you,” you stammered.
Fred frowned, “Are you alright love?” He whispered into your ear.
You nodded, “Yeah, I suppose that’s just not quite the welcome that I’m used to.”
“Yeah sorry, mum and dad are a little overly enthusiastic sometimes,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.
You shook your head, “That’s alright, it’s a nice change of pace.”
“Oh, Fred dear, why don’t you put Y/n’s things in Ginny’s room while we get her a nice cup of tea,” Mrs. Weasley said, guiding you towards the kitchen.
Fred gave you a nervous look, before taking your luggage and disappearing into the staircase. You followed Mrs. Weasley into the kitchen, taking in your surroundings.
“You have a lovely home Mrs. Weasley,” you said, sitting down at the chair she’d pulled out for you.
“Oh nonsense,” Mrs. Weasley said, bringing you a cup of tea and a plate of pastries, “And not Mrs. Weasley, you can call me mum.”
Your cheeks instantly flushed and you nodded, “Uh thank you, mum.”
Mrs. Weasley gave you a warm smile before turning back to the kitchen, starting to prepare the meal for the night.
“Do you need help with anything Mrs, uh I mean, mum?” you asked, putting your tea down.
“Now don’t you worry about a thing dear, just relax and enjoy your tea.”
You shifted uncomfortably, not used to the gestures of kindness. When you had returned to your former home in the past, you’d never been greeted by anyone, let alone told to relax with a cup of tea.
You heard footsteps from behind you and turned around to see Fred coming down the stairs, eyes anxiously glancing around for you. You smiled at him, patting the seat next to you. He smiled, eyes darting towards his mother who was working away in the kitchen.
“Mum didn’t give you a hard time did she?” He whispered, taking a pastry.
You shook your head, “Not at all.”
“Fred Weasley! Those pastries are for Y/n!” Mrs. Weasley said, crossing her arms.
“No, it’s alright Mrs. Weasley, I don’t mind,” you said with a polite smile.
“No, no, Fred should know better by now. And like I said, it’s mum, not Mrs. Weasley,” she said, smiling at you again.
Fred raised an eyebrow, “Mum?” He said, whispering to you.
You gave him a small smile and shrugged, “Perhaps she’s implying something,” you said with a wink.
“You think?” He said, laughing.
“Fred, Y/n? Would you mind getting the rest of the family, dinner’s nearly done,” Mrs. Weasley said, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Of course mum,” Fred said, as you both stood up.
You followed Fred into the living room where he immediately pulled you to the side, already derailing from the given task.
“You alright love?”
You nodded, “Yeah Freddie, it’s just a little different from what I’m used to, but it’s a good difference,” you added quickly, seeing the momentary panic in his eyes.
Fred broke into a full smile, relief washing over him, “Thank merlin, I was afraid mum and dad were gonna scare you off,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.
You laughed, “I must admit it was a bit of a shock at first, but, it was sort of like a good surprise,” you said, hugging him back.
You would’ve stayed nestled in him forever, but the smell of food reminded you that you were supposed to be gathering the family for dinner.
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That was by far one of the greatest meals that you’d ever had. Comfortably full, happy, and content you retreated to the living room to spend some time with the family. You sat on the couch laughing at the scene in front of you. George was telling a terrible story about the time he and Fred had pranked Flich in their fourth year while Ron was fuming over his loss in exploding snap against Ginny. You were leaning against Fred, a wide smile on your face as you sighed happily.
Fred nudged you, making you look at him, “So, what do you think?”
You paused, thinking for a minute, “I think… I think this feels more like home than home ever did.”
Fred beamed, “Good, because you’re one of us now.”
He leaned over, placing a kiss to your lips. You felt your stomach erupt into butterflies as you leaned closer in. It didn’t matter how many times Fred Weasley had kissed you, he always managed to make you feel like you were floating on cloud nine, in a world of total bliss.
“Oi! Get a room!” Ron said, throwing a pillow at you two.
You leaned back, cheeks flushed, “We’re in a room Ronald” you laughed, throwing the pillow back at him.
Fred raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Is that so?”
Your eyes went wide as he tackled you flat onto the couch, attacking your sides. You shrieked trying to push him off.
“Fred! Stop! That tickles!” You said, in between laughs.
You reached for the pillow behind you, beginning to smack him with it. Fred backed off, holding his hands to his face
“Hey wait! I don’t have my defense yet!” He said.
He grabbed a pillow, preparing his attack, in the process however he hit Ginny who was far from fazed. She grabbed the nearest pillow, launching it at Fred. You laughed as he let out a small oof from being hit on the back of the head. Soon enough it had escalated into a full on pillow fight, sounds of laughter filling the room, and bits and pieces of goose feathers floating around as each pillow came in contact with a target. By the end of it you were laughing so hard your sides ached and the curves of your mouth were so far upturned that it felt as though it would be stuck that way permanently. You drifted off to sleep that night, mind happy and heart fulfilled.
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You woke up on Christmas morning, expecting it to be just like everyday you’d spent at the burrow. That is until Fred and George charged into the room practically dragging you out of bed.
“Come on Y/n/n! It’s Christmas morning, get up! Get up!” Fred exclaimed excitedly, dragging you out the door, George following closely behind with a half awake Ginny.
You rubbed your eyes looking at your boyfriend, “Oi, slow down, what's the rush?”
Fred grinned, “You’ll see.”
You stopped in the living room to see a grand tree in the corner next to the fireplace. It was decorated with all sorts of bits and bobs that exhibited the Weasley family perfectly, and underneath it was teeming with gifts.
Fred sat you down with his family quickly handing you a package that his mother had been holding. You took the package curiously, giving him an inquisitive look. You opened it to find one of Mrs. Weasley’s handknit jumpers. It was dark red with flecks of yellow yarn interwoven into it, and in the center was a large (your first initial) embroidered in gold yarn.
“Is, is this mine?” You asked, mouth hanging open.
Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly at you, “Welcome to the family dear.”
Your face broke into a grin as you stood to give Mrs. Weasley a tight hug, “Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the jumper over your head.
You spent the rest of the morning exchanging gifts and laughing with the family over gift choices. When you were all done, Mrs. Weasley retreated to the kitchen, starting to get ready for that night's dinner.
You looked at Fred, a large smile resting on your face, “Happy Christmas Freddie.”
Fred smiled, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, “Happy Christmas love.”
His eyes glanced upwards that back at you. Your gaze followed, to see a green vine with white berries dropping from the ceilings.
“Miseltoe,” you whispered, looking back at Fred.
Fred’s eyes landed on your lips as he subconsciously licked his own. He lightly cupped your cheek pulling you closer before resting his lips against his. You smiled into the kiss, that feeling of bliss overtaking you again as you melted into him, not caring about the groans of protest around you. Because in that moment, it didn't matter. You were happy, you were content, and you’d never felt more loved.
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One year later:
You’d just spent another Christmas morning with the Weasleys, you were wearing your favorite jumper (the one given to you by Mrs. Weasley of course), and wrapped around your neck you wore the new scarf that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for you. You’d just finished helping clean up the remaining scraps of parchment when Fred pulled you to the side.
“Here,” he said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.
You opened the box and pulled out a thin necklace. At the end of it were two pendants, one was of the letter F, symbolizing Fred. The other was an oval locket with a picture of you and Fred from the previous Christmas, under the mistletoe. On the front there were (your favorite flowers) engraved on it, and on the back were the words ‘To my favorite girl, Y/n Weasley’.
You looked up from the locket to see Fred down on one knee, holding open a small velvet box that held the most gorgeous ring you’d never seen. Simple, but beautiful in its own simplicity.
“Y/n, ever since I’ve known you, I’ve known that you were the most incredible, gorgeous, magnificent person that I’d ever met. I love everything about you, the way that you find the good in everything, the way your laugh makes me proud to be the luckiest man in the world, and your name. Your name is my absolute favorite name in the world, but I think I’d like your name better if it ended with Weasley. So, Y/n what do you say? Will you marry me?” Fred said, a nervous smile creeping onto his face.
You covered your mouth, feeling tears of happiness starting to form in your eyes, “Yes Fred. I’d love nothing more than to be Y/n Weasley.”
Fred beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed as he slipped the ring onto your finger proudly.
“Come on, I’d like everyone to meet the newest Weasley,” Fred said, starting to pull you towards the family.
“Wait,” you said, making him turn around.
You smiled, glancing up. Fred’s eyes flicked towards the ceiling before looking back at you. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled, kissing him back. Nothing could be better than to be Y/n Weasley, kissing Fred Weasley under the mistletoe.
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