Given that a lot of movie only watchers barely even knew who Bill is, I think it would have been more satisfying to have that scene in the movies be Lupin and Tonk’s wedding. It would also add to the tragedy of their deaths later. I’m sure a lot of movie only people must have scratched their heads when they died together and kinda said ‘huh, they dated?’
Hey guys! My friend was complaining that there isn’t enough Ron x Reader(she called me at midnight to rant about it), so this is for her and all the Ron Weasley lovers of the world. I did the best I could at one in the morning. I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader
Requested: Kinda… Does giving in to loads of complaining count??
Warnings: Very minimal swearing
Weddings. You always loved weddings. The excitement in the air, the love, the wonder of it all. The idea that two human beings could want to be together for the rest of their lives was such a beautiful concept. To make things even more interesting, it was a Weasley wedding. Even better. You loved the Weasley’s more than you loved weddings.
You had been running around most of the morning because nothing seemed to be going right. Fleur was extremely picky about things (Not that she wasn’t entitled. It was her wedding). When you finally got a break, Ron, your best friend (and crush), was waiting with a glass of water and a smug smile. You glared playfully and took the glass from him. There was nothing more that you wanted in the world at that moment.
“How’s Fleur?” He asked. You both could hear her yelling something.
“She’s a little stressed. How’s putting up the tent? Having fun?” It was his turn to glare. You smiled at him.
“Loads,” He replied sarcastically. You pushed some hair out of your face, now becoming aware of the fact that you still had bed head. Ron didn’t look much better though, so you really didn’t feel so bad.
“Hey, at least you don’t have to deal with bridezilla,” You giggle, only half joking. Fleur yelled something else. Ron shuddered, shaking his head a little.
“You might be right,” He said. For a second, he looked like he was going to say something else.
“(Y/N)!” Ginny called, “We need you in here!” You shook your head.
“I just love weddings.” You and Ron shared as laugh as you ran off to help the girls.
There was a small lull between the excitement in the morning and the actual ceremony where you were able to get ready and relax. Molly gave you Ron’s room to get ready in because there were so many people jammed in Ginny’s. Glad to have the time to yourself, you took your time stripping out of your pajamas and putting on lotion. After you finished, you pulled your dress up your body. At the exact moment you got it up, Ron walked in.
“Uh, hi,” You laughed, zipping it. His face reddened and he began to sputter incoherently. You laughed softly, leaning into your makeup mirror.
“What’re you doing in my room?” He asked, still blushing.
“At the moment, my makeup,” You said, leaning beginning the, incredibly short/long, process of putting on your makeup. A devilish smirk crossed your lips. “And possibly you later if you play your cards right.”
“(Y/N)!” Laughing, you admired the lovely shade of red that Ron was turning. It clashed beautifully with his hair.
“Kidding, Ronniekins, kidding.” And you were. Mostly. You would totally screw him if he asked. No shame.
“Very funny,” He grumbled, digging around in his closet.
“I thought so,” You giggled. Shuffling through a few colors of eyeliner, you vaguely wondered if you should even bother. Sighing, you tossed them in your bag. Eyeliner was overrated anyway.
Standing, you walked up behind him and plucked a shirt from the closet. He glared at you, but took the shirt anyway. Both of you knew that he was more than a little hopeless when it came to fashion.
“Thanks,” He said.
“Of course,” You replied, ruffling his hair.
Again, he got that look like he wanted to say something. “See you downstairs.” And that wasn’t it.
In the end, you were glad that you hadn’t done much with your makeup and that you’d used waterproof mascara because you cried all the way through the ceremony.Fleur was beautiful and Bill looked more in love than any man you’d ever seen. You really loved weddings. You loved that they brought people together. It was such a beautiful thing to see two families pulled together, even when everything else was happening. Ron found you directly after.
“You really weren’t joking when you said you liked weddings,” He teased.
You smiled at him, dabbing at the corners of your eyes. “No.”
The twins approached the two of you with matching, cheshire cat grins. Each threw an arm around you as well as Ron. It was never good when they did that. They were planning something.
“Hello” They said in unison. You and Ron shared a knowing look.
“Hey, guys, did you need something?” You asked, shrugging their arms off. They smiled at one another then at you. Fred took your hand, sweeping into a deep bow.
“Would you do me the great honor of being the first person you dance with tonight?” He asked, formally. Laughing, you dipped into a low curtsy.
“It would be my pleasure,” You said, mimicking his formality.
“And why’re you here?” Ron asked, looking at George. George smiled widely as Fred lead you away. You could barely hear them.
“Fred and I are always together, mate,” He laughed.
The inside of the tent was beautiful, decorated with floating candles and wispy globes filled with butterflies. The tabled were plain, arranged around instruments that played themselves and a dance floor, already covered with people. Taking Fred’s arm, he led you to the dance floor and took your waist. You smiled at him.
“So, what’d you really want?” You asked. The shit eating grin he offered you said more than enough.
“Can’t a handsome guy just dance with a pretty girl?” He asked, innocently.
“Sure, as long as that guy isn’t you or George,” You said, rolling your eyes. “Hence my previous question: what do you really want?” He twirled you.
“You’re a wonderful dancer,” He said.
“And you’re avoiding the question.” Laughing, he spun you so you could see Ron and George sitting at a table. Ron looked mildly irritated and George was poking his elbow into Ron’s ribs.
“If you must know, we’re trying to make Ron mad.” You raised an eyebrow, smiling. You weren’t quite sure what dancing with you had to do with anything.
“How do I fit into this exactly?” You asked.
“Our Ickle Ronniekins is nursing a crush on a certain (E/C) eyed girl we know,” Fred said, grinning like a kid on Christmas. A loud laugh bubbled up from your lips. How ridiculous. Ron had a crush on you. Yeah right.
“I doubt that,” You said, beginning to pull away. Fred dragged you closer, wrapping an arm around your back. Your faces were far too close to be comfortable.
“If you don’t believe me, take a look,” He said, turning so you could get a good look at his little brother.
Ron’s face was as red as it had been earlier when he found you in his room. This time, his nose was scrunched up and his lips were pursed in that way only he could accomplish. His hands were clenched into fists with arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his seat. George noticed you watching and winked at you. Ron’s sour face landed on you.
“Help me,” You mouthed, silently.
“See?” Fred asked, pulling you to look at him again. Answering your silent plea, Ron made his way over, grabbed you by the wrist, and dragged you to a darker corner of the tent where there was an empty table.
“Thanks. I was scared he was gonna kiss me for a second there,” You chuckled.
“You and me both,” Ron muttered under his breath.
“Nothing.” He replied quickly.
“You know, Fred and I were talking about you while we were dancing,” You said, trying and failing to sound casual. If you thought Ron was red before, that was nothing compared to now. For once in his life, Fred might have actually been serious.
“Whatever he told you, he’s lying,” He nearly yelled. You snorted a laugh, reaching out and touching his cheek. He froze completely.
“Was he?” He swallowed thickly. “How about I tell you what we talked about and you tell me if it’s true.”
“Alright,” He agreed.
“You have a crush on someone,” You said. Ron shifted in his seat uncomfortably, looking awkward.
“I guess,” He grumbled.
“He could use me to make you mad.” Ron crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling.
“Sure.” You leaned on the table, watching him carefully.
“You have a crush on me,” You said, boldly. Ron’s head snapped down and he stared at you.
“He told you that?” He asked, his voice twisting to a higher pitch than normal.
“I believe his exact words were ‘Our Ickle Ronniekins is nursing a crush on a certain (E/C) eyed girl we know’,” You laughed, quietly. Ron’s blush continued to intensify.
“I’ll kill ‘im,” Ron snarled, standing up. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him back down.
“You didn’t answer me,” You whispered, your face close to his. Ron blinked at you, opening and closing his mouth once or twice.
“He was telling the truth. I never should’ve opened my big mouth. I already wasn’t gonna hear the end of it from Mum and Ginny. I’ll bet it was Ginny tha told those gits. Bloody Hell, I’m surprised she didn’t just go tell you. And George was just egging me on over there,” He rambled, angrily.
“Ron, would you relax a minute,” You said, smiling. Ron continued to rant and you rolled your eyes, pressing your lips to his.
At first it was fumbling and awkward but, just as you began to pull back, Ron gripped your shoulders, kissing you back almost frantically. Smiling, you brought your hands up to cup his flaming face. Eventually, his grip on your shoulders relaxed and he moved his hands to your hips. It began as a series of short pecks, finally morphing into one long, sweet kiss. You weren’t surprised by how good he was at kissing, it was all he did when he dated Lavender. When you actually pulled away, Ron’s lips chased your own.
“I’m starting to get why you like weddings so much,” He said.
“They aren’t usually this eventful,” You giggled, breathlessly.
“The next wedding you’ll get to cry at ‘s gonna be ours,” He joked. You smiled, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip.
“If you say so, Ronniekins.” You pecked his lips again. Blushing heavily again, he turned his gaze on you.
“How serious were you earlier?” He asked.
Your answer? “This bra hooks in the front.”
Fred and George watched their little brother kiss the girl of his dreams from a table on the other side of the room. They’d actually known longer than Ginny and way longer than their mother. They knew just by the way Ron watched her in the common room that he liked you. At the moment, Fred and George were watching the pair hurry from the tent towards the house. The twins smirked at one another.
“Wanna go cockblock them?” George asked. Fred smiled.
“You know me so well,” Fred responded as they began to follow the new couple.
•Remus, Fleur, Bill and Tonks all helping plan the wedding •Tonks and Fleur planning a hen party for Victoire •Bill and Remus planning a night for Teddy to HAVE A COLD ONE WITH THE BOYS •Bill pulling Teddy aside one day and getting down to business, he gives him “the talk” about if he ever hurts his little girl •Teddy is overwhelmed and scared because he’s never seen Bill like that and does he really think he would do that? Once he tells his parents Tonks goes to Bill because AS IF her sweet baby boy would do anything like that •The morning of the wedding everyone is up at the crack of dawn •Fleur is helping her daughter get ready •Bill is cooking the tons of food to feed the family and friends •Remus is making sure everything is in order because Teddy is a NERVOUS WRECK •And Tonks is deciding what color hair she should have for the occasion because, “Yes, I am he mother of the groom Remus so all the more that I need to look especially badass”. •Fleur, Tonks and Remus walk down the aisle together as THE PARENTS and Tonks trips on the carpet but luckily she’s on the middle so Fleur and Remus catch her •When the couple finally kisses Bill and Tonks wail and cry waterfalls as Fleur and Remus hand them endless tissues •TONKS AND TEDDY MOTHER SON DANCE I AM CRYING THIS IS PRECIOUS •Tonks asking Remus to smell his piece of cake to see if it’s good and when his face is close enough she pushes it into the cake •Bill is laughing so hard next to Remus that he doesn’t notice his son Louis come around and shove a piece of cake into his own face •Tonks and Fleur laugh their asses off until they realize how many galleons they spent on that cake •They decide to eat it off their faces “It cannot go to waste Bill!”
Bill: My mother handmade this and she only made one more like it.
Fleur: I called Charlie.
Fleur: 3 / Bill: 1
Week Forty: Someone else in the family.
Fleur: Hey babe.
Bill: If you wear a suit to our wedding-
Fleur: Our wedding?
Bill: Fleur, I’ve been thinking-
Bill: Was that really necessary?
Fleur: Maybe not, but neither is half the thing we do.
I know we haven’t been seeing each other that long, but you’re the only person I ever want to see anymore.
Bill: And I wanted to make this special. I wanted to wait till it was the right time right setting,
but I don’t want to wait. I don’t think I can wait through another second of not being engaged to you.
Bill: You’re the most competitive, stubborn, vain person I know.
Bill: You’re so vain you probably think this proposals about you.
Bill: Sorry, I had to make the joke, because I know you love the song.
In all honesty. You’re not vain,
Bill: But you sure are stubborn, and competitive, and funny, and kind.
You somehow find a way to make me laugh every single day, and it’s not always because you insist to dress like me. You just have the most wonderful sense of humor and the most beautiful laugh. I think that’s the most beautiful thing about you: your laugh.
Bill: And um…I now what I’m asking of you.
I know things are happening in the world right now it’d be stupid to get married. It’s stupid to even think about getting married with things going the way they are,
Bill: But I think we might be stupid enough to do it, before we realize how stupid it is.
So, Fleur Isabelle Delacour will you join my hand in-
Request: could you write a fred weasley imagine where death eaters kidnap his girlfriend when fred is late to a date in order to get info from her and like 3 months later fred like hasn’t been sleeping and is a mess but he finally finds her and she’s been tortured and abused and stuff and he rescues her and it’s really angsty and fluffy?
Pairing: Fred Weasley/Reader
Warning(s): mentions of torture and starvation, but nothing too bad
Notes: Sorry I deviated from the request a bit. This just made more sense to me. I hope it still meets your expectations! :)
Hi! I was wondering if you still writing imagines. I also want you to know that your blog is amazing and I am so happy that I found the blog, you’re awesome :) Can i have a George Weasley one where I’m in Hufflepuff? George (i’m his girlfriend) invites me to Bill and Fleur wedding. At the wedding when guests fled as Death Eaters arrived he understood that he could not live without me and he proposed to me? Fluffy and a lot of kissing? :)
You and George stood in front of the large tent, where Bill and Fleur’s reception was taking place. You looked up at him and he looked down at you, giving you a smile. “You look beautiful, (Y/N)” He said, taking your hand in his.
“Thank you” You blushed.
“Shall we?” George asked, holding out his arm. You grinned and gladly linked arms with him.
You and George had been together since your 4th year, but your friendship goes all the way to your first year.
You two waltzed into the tent, where everyone was clapping and dancing along to the lively music that played.
Bill and Fleur were in the center of the dance floor, and you and George joined the circle that surrounded them.
All through the night, you and George laughed and danced together, having the time of your lives.
Finally, a slow song came on. George smiled at you, and made a dramatic bow, holding out his hand.
“You’re such a dork” you laughed, giving him a curtsy. He took your hand and pulled you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. You two began to sway to the music.
“Thank you for inviting me, Georgie. This wedding is really wonderful” you said sweetly, resting your head on his shoulder.
“It wouldn’t have been the same without you, love” He replied.
You looked up at him and gave him a peck on the lips. But immediately as you pulled away, he pulled you back, and kissed you again.
“Are you alright, Georgie?” You asked
“I just love you a lot” He said with a smirk.
You grinned. “I love you too, George”
After that, the song ended, and more energetic music began to play.
“I’m gonna get us some drinks, okay?” George said, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
As you waited for George to come back, Hermione walked over to you.
“He really loves you, you know. He talks about you so much it drives most of us crazy. But I think it’s sweet” She said, looking over at George. You did the same, watching as he was talking to his mother.
You were about to say something, but suddenly, a blue ball of light shot through the tent, and into the center of the circle where Bill and Fleur used to be.
Everyone jumped back, caught off guard by the strange orb.
It began to speak.
“The Ministry has fallen… The Minister of Magic is dead… They are coming… They are coming…”
It then disappeared, and everyone began to stir and panic. People were bumping into you, but you didn’t care.
You needed to find George.
That’s when the death eaters appeared. And all hell broke loose.
People were scrambling to get out of the tent to avoid being attacker by the death eaters. You called out for George, desperately scanning the crowd to find him. You were pushed out of the tent and fell to the ground.
As you looked up, you found yourself face to face with a death eater, whose wand was pointed right at you.
You quickly shut your eyes, and waited for impact. But it never came.
“Expelliarmus!” You heard a voice shout. The death eater flew back, dropping his wand. You looked over to see who had saved you.
“George!” You cried. You tried to stand up, but you felt a sharp pain in your ankle, which sent you back to the ground.
“What happened?!” He said, panic taking over his voice.
“My ankle” You choked.
He quickly scooped you up, and carried you to the burrow.
By now, the death eaters had fled, leaving the tent in ruins.
Once you reached the burrow, George laid you down on the couch.
Thankfully, the rest of his family was safe inside the burro as well.
George held your hand and sat on the floor next to you.
“I was so scared. I couldn’t find you anywhere…” George began.
“Georgie-” you started to say, but he quickly cut you off.
“I thought they had gotten to you! I thought you were dead!” He continued, a tear falling down his cheek.
He rambled on and on about how worried he was.
“Sweetie, I’m fine. Everyone is okay. You don’t need to worry about anything” you finally said.
He sighed. “I know… But this whole experience has made me realize something…”
“…And what is that, Georgie?”
“That I cannot live without you. (Y/N), I don’t ever want to think about life without you. I know this is completely out of the blue, but I love you so much. I want to be with you for as long as I exist…”
You just lied there, completely speechless.
“I don’t have a ring but, (Y/N)…will you marry me?”
Your hand flew to your mouth. Tears were streaming down your face, and you saw George tearing up as well. “Y-yes! Yes! A million times yes!” You choked out.
George smiled. You sat up as much as you could and wrapped your arms around him as he peppered your face with kisses.
“I love you, George”
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
Thank you for requesting!
(Author’s note: I’m so sorry if this one’s not as good. I’m still a bit rusty! I haven’t written in a while :/ so I hope this is okay!)