#mischief managed

Remus is the type to "nearly faint from laughing too hard"

The episodes would be amazing:

"Why You Should Never Trust a Slytherin"

"How to Handle a Moody Marauder"

"The Remus Lupin Fan Club"

"A Sirius Talk About... Feelings"

"Marauder’s Map: The Places We Shouldn’t Have Been"

"The Secret Life of Animagi"

"How to Make a Big Deal Out of the Smallest Thing (Thanks, Sirius)"

"A History of Bad Decisions: The Marauders Edition"

"The One Where We Almost Got Caught (Again)"

"Potter’s Perfect Hair: A 12-Step Guide"

"The Marauder’s Guide to Losing Everything (Except Our Pride)"

"How to Get Detention with Style"

"Potions: Poisoning Our Teachers Since 1974"

"James Potter’s Quidditch Rants: A Legacy of Yelling"

"How We Got Away With It (Spoiler: We Didn’t)"

"Remus Lupin: The Marauder Who Actually Studied"

"Moonwater: A Platonic Love Story with Zero Emotional Skills"

"The Slytherin Conspiracy: Why Snape is Definitely Not Our Friend"

"Siriusly, Remus? I’m Right Here!"

"James Potter: Loveable Idiot or Just an Idiot?"

"Wolfstar: The Original ‘Will They, Won’t They’"

"Jegulus: The Enemies-to-Lovers Story You Never Knew You Needed"

"The Marauder’s Guide to Love: Romantic Advice from the Worst Experts"

"How to Suffer in Silence (Remus and Regulus Edition)"

"Marauder Pranks: The Ones We Didn’t Mean to Pull"

"The One Time Regulus Black Smiled and Everyone Panicked"

"How to Survive a Full Moon (With Minimal Blood Loss)"

"The Moonwater Chronicles: How to Have a Completely Inappropriate Conversation"

Summary: George Weasley x healer!Reader -> You and George have been friends for a long time, but when you lose a friend and he, a brother, you spend time apart. But can Fred be the reason you come back together?

Disclaimer: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows, angst/feeling, hurt/comfort, healer!reader, friends to lovers, 'wait until the time is right' trope, dealing with grief throughout. Might do a part 2? Small bits of fluff dotted throughout.

You ran into the Great Hall. Your heart pounding in your ears, you looked over every body you passed. They had to be wrong. He couldn’t be gone. 

“Where…” You stopped when you saw the majority of the Weasley family huddled together. “Where’s Fred?”

Hearing your voice, you watched as they all stepped to the side, giving you a full view of his body. 

You’d seen death before. But never like this. 

With your breath catching in your throat, you felt the tears finally slip from your eyes. But the minute Molly moved towards you, trying to get you to look away, you made eye contact with George. 

You’d lost your best friend. 

But he’d lost his brother. His twin. 

“George,” his name slipped from your lips in a prayer. 

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

A/N: hey hey! I haven’t written for Fred in a VERY long time. So I’m sorry if this is like awful, but I thought it was pretty cute anyway!

Word Count: 2,589

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I was sat criss crossed on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. The scent of the fireplace and freshly poured pumpkin juice filled me with a welcomed sense of peace. Mindlessly, I fiddled with Ginny’s hair while she was sitting on the floor in front of me.

“How come you didn’t go to the celebration?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“Too noisy. Plus, I’ve got a bit of a headache.” She answered with a tired sigh. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know most of them.” I told her half heartedly.

“That’s a terrible excuse. You know Harry, Ron, Hermione, my brothers.” She added sly emphasis on the last mention. A small and knowing smile pulled on the corner of my mouth.

“You already said Ron.” I pointed out. Ginny shook her head and stood from her place on the floor.

“I mean Fred and George.” She clarified, sitting on the couch next to me. “Well, really just Fred. Right?” She had a teasing smile on her face.

“No, Ginny.” I said, shoving her playfully. “Your brothers and I are just friends.”

“Yeah, but you like Fred.” She stated, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. Just then, the door to the common room swung open and in stepped George. I turned to look at him as he walked by the couch, counting on his fingers.

“Looking mischievous as ever, Georgie.” I called, just as he was about to go up the stairs. My words seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in.

“Well there you are!” He said, his eyes bright in the fire light. “Why are you up here?”

“Too noisy.” I took Ginny’s answer.

“And yet, you hang out with Freddie and I all the time. Come on. Go change. You’re coming back with me.” George said. Before I could protest, he was up the stairs and in the boy’s dorms. I looked ack at Ginny who was already looking at me.

“You’re going.” She said.

“Is this just the day the Weasley’s gang up on me?” I asked with a nervous laugh. She stood up and walked toward the steps.

“Come on. I’ll help you pick something if you want.” She offered, hopping up the steps. I shook my head, the familiar feeling of butterflies intensifying in my stomach. Grabbing my school robe, I followed in Ginny’s steps, going toward the dorms. As I made it to the door, George was leaving the boy’s dorm.

“You coming?” He asked, tucking a small box of who knows what into his back pocket.

“I didn’t realize I had a choice.” I said.

“Oh you don’t. I’m just making sure I don’t need to cast the imperious curse.” He teased. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Be right there.” I said, walking into the girl’s dorms.

“You still have that one burgundy sweater right?” Ginny asked, already digging through my trunk.

“Yeah I think so. Why?” I asked, silently noting her desperation to find it.

“Because you look beautiful in it? Duh.” She answered. I smiled and pulled out my wand.

“Accio sweater.” I said. The shirt jumped up from the bottom of my trunk and into my hand. Ginny looked up at me in disbelief.

“You perfected it?” She said. I nodded and turned away to put the sweater on. A short while later, I was dressed and ready to go out.

“See you later, Ginny. Wish me luck.” I said. Just before I closed the door, I heard Ginny say one last thing.

“You don’t need it!” I smiled and rolled my eyes. Once I left the common room, I found George standing off to the left of the door.

“Ready?” He asked, tucking something into his pocket. Again.

“What was that?” I asked, walking toward the staircase.

“Same fireworks you’ve already seen, Nosy.” He replied, jogging to get on the stairs before they moved.

“Will you stop calling me that?” I asked, folding over the stair rail dramatically.

“When you stop being just that. Nosy.” He answered. Then I felt his fingers on my back. “You’ve got fuzzies.” He continued to pick at my sweater until I assume he was satisfied.

“Thank you.” I said, standing straight again. He gave me a two finger salute and stuck a candy in his mouth.

“Lemon drop?” He asked, holding his hand out.

“It’s not a wheezy is it?” I asked, taking it and popping it into my mouth. He stared at me, a confused look on his features. We walked off of the stairs and walked toward the large double doors of the castle.

“Well now I’m not telling.” He answered, holding the door open for me.

“I’m kidding. I know you’d never do that.” I said, tugging on the hem of my shirt.

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t?” He asked.

“Because you know Fred would tear you limb from limb.” I answered with a slight giggle. I then realized I didn’t hear George’s footsteps anymore. I turned on my heel only to find him standing a few feet behind me, arms crossed.

“Why do you think that is?” He asked seriously. I was slightly taken aback by his tone.

“Be-cause he cares?” I answered with half confidence. George’s eyes narrowed and he bit his bottom lip.

“Hm.” He hummed before walking up next to me.

“What was that?” I asked, the air still heavy with tension.

“A question.” He answered plainly. I furrowed my brows together and stayed quiet the rest of the walk to the quidditch pitch. I could hear my peers from a mile away and it only got worse the closer we got.

“George, wait.” I said, laying my hand on his arm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, giving me his full attention.

“I have a weird feeling.” I said honestly. My stomach had begun to flip for no apparent reason.

“Oh that’s just the lemon drop.” He said. My eyes widened and he chuckled. “I’m kidding. Here.” He pulled a small blue vile from his pocket. “This helps with funny feelings.” I took it from him and took a small sip.

“It helps if you drink the whole thing.” He rephrased. I nodded and tossed the rest of it back, handing him the vile once it was empty. “Well?” He said, tucking the vile away.

“It was sweet.” I told him. Suddenly, i felt warm and floaty. Like I could do anything without fail. “George…” i said slowly. Before I could say anything else though, George moved behind me, pushing me through the gate of the pitch.

There were less people than I thought there would be in the center of the field. But a large group nonetheless. They were cheering, drinking butterbeer, tossing the quaffle back and forth, and just talking to one another.

“I feel like going under the stands. On the other side.” I said to George. I felt just as confused as he looked.

“Do what you need to do. I’ll come find you if you haven’t found Freddie first.” He told me.

“Sounds good.” I replied. Then I was off. I had the best feeling about this. Though I was indeed puzzled at my decision, there was just something about it that felt right. My skin seemed to be buzzing. I couldn’t keep this smile off of my face.

My fingertips brushed the burgundy and gold curtains and it sent a chill down my spine. I pulled it back and stepped into the cover behind, taking in the scent of old dried wood. I looked left and right, then decided on walking to the right, humming a silly tune. The voices outside the curtains seemed to grow further and further away as I walked. But I didn’t feel alone.

I walked by cracked support beams and shards of busted bludgers. Scars of previously played quidditch games. I began to catch wind of a very familiar smell. One of apples and pine wood. Something only a Weasley would smell like. My pace picked up and before I knew it, Fred was in front of me.

He was peering out of the curtains as though he was hiding from something. Or someone. So I snuck up beside him and looked through the curtain, trying to see what he was looking for. When I saw nothing out of the ordinary, I pulled back and stood at his left side.

“What are you doing?” I whispered. Fred jumped back, silent scream coming from his hung open mouth. Then he laughed, leaning forward and putting his hands just above his knees.

“Well, I was going to try and scare you. But I see the tables have turned.” He said. I smiled and held my hands behind my back.

“You knew I’d come?” I asked, curious to hear what he would say. His brows furrowed and he smirked. Then he stood, nodding and placing his hands son his hips.

“Oh yeah. I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.” He said cockily. I rolled my eyes and poked his chest playfully.

“Is that why you sent your far more charming twin?” I teased, adding emphasis to ‘far more’, drawing out the syllables dramatically. Fred pressed his palm flat over his heart.

“You wound me.” He whined. “I’d never send a boy to do a man’s job.” He puffed up again and I threw my head back in a short laugh.

“The job being what? Luring your very tired best friend to a party she wouldn’t be attending if you weren’t here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Fred pointed at me, his eyes wide in surprise.

“See? My charm. You can’t resist.” He repeated. A bit more broken up than before. I huffed a laugh, turning my attention back toward the crowd on the pitch.

“But I know you weren’t just back here trying to sneak up on me.” I said, my eyes dancing across the various faces. Fred shook his head in the corner of my eye.

“No, I’m planting fireworks.” He said honestly, moving on down the skinny path behind the curtain. I watched as he walked away, nearly jumping backward at another unexplainable urge.

“You do that.” I encouraged half heartedly. “I’m going down to the lake.” Fred stopped and turned back around to face me, his right eyebrow raised in confusion.

“What? Why?” He asked, pocketing the array of mini fireworks he’d been holding. I shrugged.

“Feels right.” I said simply, fighting to walk away from him. It was as though my body was split into two halves. One wanted desperately to stay by his side all night and the other was complying to some foreign feeling. But I walked away, feeling his brown eyed gaze baring into the back of my head.

I creeped out through a tear in the back of the structure, slipping into the warm night air. It was pitch black without the large spotlights of the Quidditch field. So I grabbed my wand, muttering a quiet ‘lumos’ and walking along the path to the lakeside. As I padded along, I dug around in my brain, trying to find a hit of reason behind my current position. But none came.

“What is this?” I asked myself, rubbing my nose. The lake came into view and I headed toward a large boulder, ready to sit down and watch the way the moonlight painted the water. I was only sat for about a minute before I heard a twig snap behind me. I whirled around, wand still in hand, ready to defend myself if necessary. But I realized it was only Fred, hands raised in surrender.

“You got me.” He said, a playful smile tugging on his lips. I smiled back and lowered my wand, inviting him silently to sit beside me.

“How come you came down here?” I asked, watching as he made himself comfortable. He shrugged and met my gaze.

“On the rare occasion that you have a gut feeling, it usually turns out to be right. So I figured I’d join you.” He told me. I smirked, feeling a light blush making its way to my cheeks. The two of us stared in silence at the moon.

“I was hoping you were going to say you missed me.” I teased, prodding his side with my right elbow. He hung his head, hiding a toothy grin.

“I always miss you.” He said softly, returning the playful poke. I looked over at him with a quirked brow.

“Do you miss me right now?” I asked him sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, the moonlight catching his red hair just so. It made my heart flutter.

“Doesn’t that fall under the category of always?” He replied, his eyes flickering to my lips for a split second. I shrugged, my body seemingly short circuiting.

“Maybe in the world of Fred.” I said, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat. He huffed and laid his hand just inches from mine on the rock.

“Is the world of Fred so bad?” He asked, his voice growing low and soft, like he was afraid someone else might hear. I shook my head.

“No. I’d explore every inch.” I said, not registering the words leaving my mouth. Fred’s eyebrow twitched in surprise.

“Yeah?” He whispered, our noses barely touching. I hadn’t even realized how close we’d become. I nodded.

“Yeah.” I said simply. Only then did Fred close what little space lingered between us. His hand landed on top of mine and then he kissed me. Soft and slow. He tasted like butterbeer. His lips were warm and welcoming. Just as I had imagined.

Just then, the fireworks he’d planted shot up into the sky. The both of us jumped, breaking the kiss and pulling laughter from our chests. Fred hopped up, his hand still holding mine and he gestured for me to follow him.

“Come on! We’ll see it better over here.” He said excitedly. I giggled as he pulled me along behind him. We ran up a short hill, stopping once were could see over the tree tops. The show was beautiful. I was silently impressed with how big they ended up being for what little shells they were housed in. I looked up at Fred, his face lit up both with pride and the colors that burst in front of us.

The lights shifted into various shapes and patterns. One spelled out ‘Gryffindor Rules’ in red and gold light. Fred squeezed my hand and I looked over, seeing his eyes already on me.

“What do you think?” He said somewhat loudly.

“It’s beautiful!” I shouted back. “A little loud though.” Fred smiled wide.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied, bending down to lift me in the air, spinning me in a circle. I laughed, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Fred stilled and placed me back on the ground carefully, planting a kiss to my cheek. The weird floaty feeling had subsided now. Or, at least what appeared after my interaction with George. I was hyperaware of Fred’s hand in mine. It was like it suddenly became more real.

Minerva: How on earth did you do it?

Sirius: Very slowly and steadily.

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic April 13, Word count 202

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“Wait, do you two know each other?” Sirius asked, his face clouding over. 

“We do,” Remus admitted. “Hello, Regulus, darling.”

Regulus was taken aback by the sweet endearment from a man he’d only met once, but then he caught the mischief shining out of Remus’s eyes and caught on to the joke. 

“Remus? I — I can’t believe it!” He crossed the distance between them, and Remus flung his arms out wide, scooping Regulus up and spinning them around as they tittered happily about finding each other. 

Sirius was frothing at the mouth by the time Remus had put Regulus back on the ground and actually shrieked in annoyance when Remus bent down and stole a chaste kiss. 

“What the fuck is going on!” he demanded, his hand reaching for Remus but dropping at the last second.  

“He’s the one that got away,” Remus sighed dramatically. “After all these years, my love.”

“I know, but we found each other again now, so we can finally be happy.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Regulus again and held him close, blocking Regulus’s view of the room. When he could see again and took a step back from Remus, the room felt empty. James had disappeared. 

Regulus:

Regulus: what the fuck are you doing?

James: checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it.

Regulus: