give her hell from us peeves


Originally posted by stunning-i

Request: Hi! I know you just did a Fred Weasley x reader request, but if you wouldn’t mind, could you do one where the reader gets in trouble for kissing Fred in the halls before class, and has to go to detention with Umbridge and use her quill to write how they “won’t distract other students before class.” (Or something.) And after, Fred finds out and gets really upset but also super protective. If you can that would be awesome! Your work is amazing!

“What class are you heading to?” Fred asked, his hand intertwined with yours. 
“Umbridge,” you say with a sigh. 
You got to the outside of the door. Fred turned to face you. “I’m sorry, love, it’s only an hour though.” Fred leaned down to kiss you. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you, I’ll see you after class.” 

You walked into class to see Umbridge staring at you. You sat down beside your friend (your friend’s name) and continued glancing at the glaring woman. 
“What’s her deal?” you ask. Your friend just shrugged. 

You get through the lesson, but continue to get death glares shot at you. The bell rings for class to dismiss, but Umbridge catches you by the arm. 
“Yes, Professor?” you ask. 
“I saw you and Mr. Weasley in the hallway.” She pursed her lips. 
“And?” you ask. 
“I’m putting you in detention. When’s your last class?”
“Right now, Miss,” you say, annoyance filling your entire body. 
“Come into my office, then.” You follow the toad of a woman into her office, which was filled with cat pictures. 

You rolled your eyes and sat in a small desk. “You’re going to write some lines for me. Write: I will not distract other students before class.” 
“How many times?” you asked, staring at Umbridge. 
She smiled. “Until it sticks.” 

You picked up the quill, finding no pot of ink at the table. “Do you want to give me some ink or just write with my blood and spit?” 
She laughed. “You won’t require ink.” 

You began writing your lines and felt an irritation at your hand. You wrote about five lines before glancing at your hand. The words you had just wrote were carved in, blood dripping out of the wound and onto the table, before scabbing up once more. You continued writing, the pool of blood growing larger. The blood drips on your skirt and you feel the warm liquid on your thigh. You are covered in your own blood and that’s the last straw. 
“I believe that it’s stuck,” you say, motioning to the blood oozing out of your hand. 
“You may go now, (your name). Don’t let it happen again.” 

You walk out and storm back to your common room, trying to escape the stares. You were coated in blood. You made it to the (your house name) common room and ran to your dorm. You stripped off the soaked clothes and threw them on the floor, jinxing the blood off. 

You changed into leggings and your Weasley sweater. You walk out of your dorm and set off to find Fred. You find him running around the hallway on the second floor. You run to him and throw your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. 
“(y/n) what’s wrong?” Fred asked rubbing your back. 
“I really do not want to talk about it.” You were seething and Fred getting overprotective would not help your case. 

The two of you head to the Room of Requirement. This is where you always went when you needed to talk or just get away from people. You walked into a room set up like a living room. Fred sat down on the couch and you laid down across him. Fred had the habit of playing with your hands. When he reached for your left hand, you jerked it away. 
“(y/n), can I please see your hand.” You knew he wouldn’t give in so you gave in. 

You sat up and reached your hand up to him. He grabbed it and read the writing. “Who made you do this? Was it Umbridge?”
You nod. “We have to go to McGonagall. This is abuse.”
He stands up, grabs your right hand, and the two of you walk to McGonagall’s office. 
“Professor, we need to talk, it’s very important,” Fred begs. 
McGonagall motions the two of you inside her room and lets us sit on the couch. 

Fred explains the situation and you show your hand, the words etched into your skin. 
“This is unacceptable,” she says, horror filling her face. 
“I hate her,” Fred says. “No one should have to go through that, especially not you.” He grabs your good hand and you lean against him. 

The next day is hectic and unexpected. McGonagall calls Umbridge out on her torturous discipline and almost gets fired for it. You go through your second day of detention and find yourself crying in Fred’s arms directly after. 
“We could run away. Start the joke shop. You could be our brains!” Fred said, holding you close. 
You laughed. “You sure don’t have any for yourselves.” 
“We could do it tomorrow. Make a big show if it,” Fred suggested. 

“Give her hell from us, Peeves!” Fred yelled as the three of you flew out of the Hogwarts castle. You show up at The Burrow, unexpected and unannounced. Mrs. Weasley is surprised to say the least. 
“Did you get expelled?” she yells. “What are you doing here?” 
“No, Mum, it’s not like that-” George starts. 
“Oh (y/n), they dragged you into this?” Mrs. Weasley questioned.

“Can we sit down?” you asked. Together, you and the boys explained the whole situation. Mrs. Weasley was infuriated by the end of our discussion. She stormed off and George followed, leaving you and Fred alone. 

“Have I told you I love you recently?” Fred asked. 
You wrapped your arms around him. “Not recently, no.” You smiled up at him. 
“I love you.”
“I know.”

Types As Harry Potter Quotes

ISFJ: “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

ESFJ: “’I’m not going to be murdered,’ Harry said out loud.‘That’s the spirit, dear,’ said his mirror sleepily.”

ISTJ: “We could all have been killed- or worse, expelled.” 

ESTJ: “It’s wingardium leviOsa, not leviosAH.”

ISFP: “Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”

ESFP: “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

ISTP: “Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”

ESTP: “You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

INFJ: “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

ENFJ: “We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s what really matters.” 

INTJ: “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.”

ENTJ: “Not my daughter, you bitch!”

INFP: “Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.”

ENFP: “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

INTP: “Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”

ENTP: “Give her hell from us, Peeves!”

Book Photo Challenge- April: Jokester
{happy birthday, fred and george}

“Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. ‘If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley – Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,’ he said in a loud voice, 'Our new premises!’ 'Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat,“ added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. 'STOP THEM!’ shrieked Umbridge, but it was oo late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. 'Give her hell from us, Peeves.’ And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.”


Fred Weasley: twin, master of wit, genius

“Give her hell from us, Peeves.“

And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

happy birthday @charlotteweasley !! love ya

But really

We need to like talk about Peeves I mean think about all the things he probably has done around Hogwarts and such like

Peeves meeting James and Sirius roaming the castle as first years and tattling on them

James trying to talk to Lily and mid-sentence a loud brash voice yells between them ‘GOT YOUR CONK’ and James flips out cause a hAND IS ON HIS NOSE AND

Discretely slipping James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus the location of various hidden passageways

He’s not saying that he’s excited for James’ child to attend Hogwarts, he’s just saying that surely some troublemaker blood must be in the kiddo

Peeves meeting Fred and George roaming the castle as first years and tattling on them

Fred and George getting Peeves back by setting the Bloody Baron on him and from then on a callous but revering semi-friendship developing between them

Unofficial one-sided pranking wars against the teachers

But sometimes McGonagall would show up with a smile into the teachers lounge with her bun slightly messy declaring to an amazed staff that ‘Peeves won’t be bothering us today’

Fred and George begging Peeves to show them the best ways to dung-bomb Filch

Peeves refusing but still hanging around to see the outcome of whatever revenge the twins were up to and taking notes

Dumbledore giving cryptic suggestions on the best places to pull pranks on the teachers ‘You know, Poppy’s awfully tense around the stairs. Shame if something happened there’

Peeves dyeing the Slytherin common room scarlet

Peeves sneaking Canary Creams into the pastries during the Feast

The twins and Peeves unofficially trying to see how they can out scale the other in pranks and Dumbledore being forced to put a stop to it after one of them managed to sneak 900 badgers into the Hufflepuff common room

Peeves dumping bugs on Rita Skeeter while she tries to stalk Harry

Trying to steal Mad-Eye Moody’s eye and/or flask

Taunting Malfoy for days afterword about the ferret incident

“Give her hell from us, Peeves” and for once Peeves listened

Replacing all of Umbridge’s kitten photos with toads with Umbridge’s face pasted on them

Peeves every so often sneaking a visit to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes

Making a racket in the Restricted Section just to watch Madam Pince flip out

Quietly attending Dumbledore’s funeral without issue

While at the funeral, one child saw a funny little man quietly walk over to the casket and place his hand above Dumbledore’s face. They swore they heard him whisper ‘got your conk’

Prank-threatening Filch into not completely siding with the Carrows

“Give them hell from us, Peeves” and Peeves listened

Peeves stealing the Carrows’ wands to spare first years suffering for a day

Black market on jokes and tricks to get all the students to temporarily forget their problems, because laughing is all Peeves has ever learned to do, and by golly if it’s the only way for him to help, he’ll do it

Dungbombs being thrown miscellaneously into classrooms that any Death Eaters happen to be residing in

Peeves no longer pranking students or the original staff, focusing his fury on the Carrows

Peeves owning up for every prank and mishap, even if it wasn’t his doing

Dropping a vanishing cabinet on top of Snape’s office to divert attention from the students that were caught from trying to steal the Sword of Gryffindor

Getting the paintings to revolt

For once, the Bloody Baron doesn’t lift a finger to stop him

Happily complying with McGonagall’s request to assist them in the Battle

Pulling the rugs out from under the feet of Death Eaters to give the fighters better aim

Leading Death Eaters into getting stuck in a stair, floor or wall

Peeves angrily helping Percy duel Rookwood, musing on the fact that he could have told Fred to look out goddammit look out

Peeves shoving George aside as a spell barely misses him

Peeves helping to carry Fred’s body to the Great Hall, and it’s nobody’s business if he happened to be carrying him about by his nose and especially nobody’s business if a few halfhearted ‘got your conk’ s were uttered

Attending Fred’s funeral quietly

Peeves helping with the reconstruction of Hogwarts, even if occasionally a few small pranks pop up here and there, because laughing is all Peeves has ever learned to do, and by golly if it’s the only way for him to help, he’ll do it

Returning to pranks and jokes, much to the relief of some teachers

Painting the thestrals pink, since people can actually see them now

He’s not saying that he’s excited for George’s child to attend Hogwarts, he’s just saying that surely some troublemaker blood must be in the kiddo

Peeves wondering who he’ll meet roaming the castle as first years this time

So if The Mortal Instruments can get turned into a movie and then get turned into a TV show three years later, I think we can have Harry Potter TV show WITH THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS:

  • Sarcastic, messy-haired Harry with eyes that actually match his mother’s
  • Loyal, brave, smart, AND funny Ron (not comedic relief Ron)
  • Flawed perfectionist Hermione who follows too close to the rules, makes color coded study schedules, drives Ron and Harry up the wall, is sometimes a goody-two shoes, and has some serious insecurities with regard to her academic ability
  • SPEW
  • Peeves
  • Sarcastic, popular, badass Ginny
  • Accurate Marauder era portrayal
  • Neville visiting his parents at St. Mungo’s
  • Harry smashing Dumbledore’s office
  • Winky
  • Kreacher’s full story
  • SPEW because the oppression of house elves in the books is such a huge deal. It was, essentially, what killed Sirius, and the alliance of house elves on both Voldy’s side and Harry’s side made significant impacts on the outcome of the prophecy.
  • Phineas Nigellus
  • “Have a biscuit, Potter.”
  • “There’s no need to call me sir, Professor.”
  • Ginny and Harry bonding over the fact that they’re the only two people who have been possessed by Voldemort.
  • Dumbledore’s full backstory
  • “It unscrews the other way.”
  • Harry disguised as Barny Weasley at the wedding and talking to Viktor Krum about Gregorovitch
  • “Give her hell from us, Peeves.”
  • The brain room in the Department of Mysteries
  • The time room in the Department of Mysteries
  • Blast-ended Skrewts
  • Rita Skeeter being an Animagus
  • Percy’s full story
  • Actually give Fred’s death justice by showing it because FRED AND PERCY
  • All of Tom Riddle’s memories
  • Tonks’s patronus
  • Neville being the potential Chosen One

Feel free to add.

Toad Crap

Fred Weasley x reader, requested

“Psst, y/n!” I rubbed my eyes and opened them to see two redheaded boys standing over me. One was George and the other was Fred, my boyfriend.  

“How the hell did you get in here?” I sat up and peered at them sleepily. 

“We have our ways.” Fred grinned at me devilishly.

“But that’s beside the point.” George sat down at the foot of my bed and Fred joined him, taking my hand and rubbing my knuckles.

“We’ve decided to leave this school.” George looked at me solemnly and I stared at them. I was very attached to my two identical best friends, one of which was my boyfriend, and I couldn’t imagine surviving Umbridge’s reign without them. 

“You… you’re leaving?” Fred squeezed my hand tighter and George moved closer to me. 

“We want to start a joke shop and we can’t live any longer under Um-bitch’s stupid rules.” I felt tears welling up and tried to keep them back. Fred stroked my face and I leaned into his hand. 

“But before we leave, we’re going to make our mark on this school and we need your help.” I looked up at the sound of this, and stared questioningly at the twins. They grinned when they saw me perk up and exchanged glances. 

“How about we take this to the common room?”

“You’re going to do WHAT?” I gaped at the twins, who had just told me their plan. 

“And we need you to keep the fireworks going all around the school after we leave.” They added proudly. My face fell again at the mention of the two leaving and George noticed immediately. 

“Hey, hey don’t be sad. Just a few months and you’ll be out of school and with us again!” George’s arm snaked around me and I smiled. 

“Will you let me help you run the shop when I get out of school?” 

“Of course, y/n!” Fred jumped up and hugged me. “Now, are you going to help us with the prank or not?” 

I smiled a smile that could match the twins’ evil grin. 

“Just tell me when and where and I will make sure Umbridge’s life is hell.”

I walked quickly through the halls with Fred and George. The fifth years were taking their O.W.L.S., and my schoolbag was packed with fireworks. 

“Are you sure this is going to work?” I looked around nervously at the twins. 

“Of course it is, love. Our pranks always work.” 

“Now y/n, when you hear the fireworks going off in the Great Hall, we want you to run around the school and explode a fireworks every other step you take.” I nodded, suddenly feeling very emotional. 

I leaned in and hugged the boys tight. 

“I’m going to miss you two so much.” They both stroked my hair and Fred leaned his chin on my head

“It’s only a few weeks and then we’ll see you again, love.” We arrived right outside the doors of the Great Hall. 

“We’ll see you later y/n!” Fred leaned in and planted a slow, lingering kiss on my lips, then pulled away. I took his hand and pulled him closer. 

“I’ll miss you love.” Then, my hand dropped to my side as the two burst into the Great Hall. I drew back into the shadows so no one would see me, and listened to the voices inside. 

“You two are about to learn what happens to wrong-doers in my school.” Umbrage’s disgustingly sappy voice echoed through the hall. 

“You know what? I don’t think we are.” I heard Fred reply, “George, I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.”

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself.” George said.

“Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?” 


I heard the twins chorus, “Accio brooms!” and yelped as two brooms came whizzing towards me into the Great Hall. I peeked around the corner to see Fred and George swing their legs over the brooms and push off. They threw fireworks into the air and they exploded, and the students stood and cheered. Some stood on their desks and clapped, and some knocked down Umbridge trying to chase after the fireworks. 

I was planted to the ground, mesmerized by the continuous explosions of color, when George whizzed past me on his broom. 

“Hey, y/n, remember the plan!” I snapped out of my trance and nodded.

“Right! I’m on it!” I raced around the halls of Hogwarts, pulling out fireworks and exploding them. They didn’t disappear, they just kept flying around. Fred and George made them so that they would take hours to disappear. Occasionally, I shot a jinx that flooded the ground with swamp. 

People peeked their heads out of their classrooms to see what was going on, and cheered when they saw me run past, letting a firework loose. I let a big firework into Professor Flitwick’s classroom, and it exploded into a huge bowling ball and knocked down tiny Flitwick. When I ran past Professor McGonagall’s classroom, I saw her cheering along with her students, and I almost slipped from laughing. 

I never felt so accomplished with my life. I knew that Umbridge would rip her knickers trying to fix this and I knew that I would probably get detention if I got caught, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

Once I had sprinted a full lap around the school, I found myself back at the Great Hall. As soon as I entered, I doubled up, wheezing with laughter as Umbridge ran screaming from a dragon that was chasing her. 

“George, let out the final one!” I watched in awe as a firework flew into the air and exploded into a huge “W”.

“Give her hell from us Peeves!” Fred yelled and tears fell freely from my face when Peeves saluted the twins. 

“I love you, y/n, see you soon!” I felt a light breeze of a kiss on my head and I ran after the twins. A huge crowd followed me outside to the grounds and I cheered along with them as I waved my arms back and forth in the air, jumping up and down. 

“Y/N DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!” Umbridge’s voice boomed over everyone else’s. I rolled my eyes at her and continued to cheer. 

Just a few more months of putting up with the toad’s crap and I would be back with Fred.