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Fred x Reader / Cherish

A/n Some Fred Lives!AU fluff for today because I live in an idealised world most of the time and I don’t want angst today or at least I don’t want to write much of it. If you have any battle related requests that you want posted today or tomorrow let me know and I’ll write them between writing my essay like I’m currently doing. Hoping to post some more fic today as well so yay! :) A/n

Warnings: Injury, mentions of war, tiny tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1k+

You watched the rain pour down, hitting the window pane harshly. Luckily you were sat in the comfort of your own home watching as the unfortunate people down below ran to get back to warmth. The sound of the rain gave you the perfect background noise to reflect on the past year and how a year ago your life had changed dramatically and almost for the very worst.

May 2nd, 1998. The day that changed the wizarding world for everyone. The reign of Voldemort as well as the dark wizard himself died that day amongst many other unfortunate souls. You still had lasting scars that were not only physical but mental as well, imprinted on your brain in the worst way. Of course, you weren’t the only one; people had lost their family and friends that day including you. But you were thankful that you still had people surrounding you and that, if the war had done anything it had made everyone who fought closer together. Sure, a lot had changed in the year that had followed but then of course, some things never do.

“(y/n)!” You sighed at the sound of that familiar voice yelling your name and in your grateful mood you were thankful to still hear it. You picked yourself up from your warm and comfortable spot knowing that there wasn’t much more peace to be had now. “(y/n)!” The voice was louder and your name was drawled out much like a child’s voice.

“I’m coming down now!” You yelled in order for your voice to carry to the living area but not in an angry way. You peered in and leant against the doorframe, you smiled at the scene in front of you.

Fred was snuggled up under 3 layers of blankets including one wrapped around his shoulders and reading the daily prophet with a concentrated frown. However, once he saw you, his face lifted into a cheery smile. He sat up a bit more from his place on the sofa and patted the space next to him. You happily sat down and let him snuggle into your side like he had done so many times before. His behaviour had become frequently more cuddly after the battle, after you had both nearly lost each other.

“Did you want something?” You asked after a couple of minutes silence as you both enjoyed the warmth of the other. Fred nodded and then sat up more to look at your kind smile.

“Yes. I was wondering if you wanted a cup of tea, love?” Fred looked so happy in the way he asked that it made your smile grow. You gave him a knowing look and tilted your head to the side.

“Do you mean, you were wondering if I’d make you a cup of tea?”

“Well I mean,” Fred stuttered playfully before shrugging his shoulders and smirking. “If you’re offering? I would but with the leg and all.” He gestured to his leg which he had lost most movement in after an incident during the battle. His pyjama pants were covering the said leg but you knew it was covered in scars and marks from where the wall had fell on it. Fred had had to suffer through intensive physiotherapy to get to the point where he could use a walking stick to walk rather than a wheelchair. George tended to make old man jokes whenever he walked with it but Fred enjoyed the light-heartedness and the fact that they could still joke with each other the way they could so he didn’t mind them. He did however, miss the hijinks with his wheelchair.

“Okay.” You patted his other leg as you got up to walk to the kitchen. How could you protest when Fred looked at you the way he did, anyway? It was only a matter of time before the puppy dog eyes would have been brought out. Sometimes you liked to tease Fred and protest just so you could kiss his pouted lips. Just as you got up, Fred’s hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back, you reached out to stop yourself from falling onto him. You inquisitively rose your eyebrows as he smirked and then kissed your lips in thanks. It was a kiss, you had shared many a time with Fred but one that still managed to make your heart speed up just that little bit more. “Your welcome.” He let go and you walked away to make him a cup of tea.

It was days like this that you cherished. Days when George would give himself an excuse to go out and leave you to have the day with Fred. You never asked George to but he would be than happy to save himself from the sound of kissing all day, a joke which you had laughed at and hit him playfully for. The weather outside continued to be horrible so it gave you more of an excuse to stay inside and drink tea whilst debating mindless nonsense with your boyfriend.

At one point whilst you were debating very heavily why the best part of the chocolate frog was the card, Fred didn’t reply to your question you had asked and instead stared intently at you. This wasn’t uncommon, sometimes Fred would think about something and get lost in his own head, other times he just simply liked to stare at you. This was the latter.

“What?” You asked, at the sweet tone of your voice Fred’s dreamy stare turned into a smile. He shrugged his shoulders.

“I just love you is all.” You smiled widely from ear to ear and reached for his hand, a small blush had risen on your cheeks. Fred relished in the thought that even after you’ve known each for so long and knew practically everything there was to know, he could still make you blush in the way he could.

“Aww, Freddie.” You moved closer to him on the sofa until your lips just brushed against his, you heard his breath catch ever so slightly and smirked. “I love you too.” And then you kissed him, sweetly at first and then more passionately until you were both gasping and pulling away for some much-needed air. Fred’s hands were now cupping your jaw and your arms were snaked around his shoulders. He nuzzled your nose cutely before pecking your lips, all which made you smile more. Fred’s smiling face faltered as he begun to think about something and you pulled back to ask him without saying a word what he was thinking about. You didn’t want to push him into telling you anything but at the same time you were curious.

He eventually caught your questioning gaze and tried to lighten his frowning expression. You reached out to connect your hands again to reassure him and he smiled at the touch, all be it a little half-heartedly. “A year ago.” His voice was quiet, you didn’t have to ask what he meant because you knew. You nodded with a small thoughtful sigh.

“Yeah, weird, isn’t it?” Fred nodded back at your question and then furrowed his brow as though the next words pained him.

“A year ago, I almost…” His voice trailed off, his breath shortening at the thought of what almost happened and again you didn’t have to ask. You squeezed his hand tightly to remind him that he was still here. He nodded surely and looked down at where your hand was held in his own. He stroked your knuckles and gulped. “I don’t think I’ve ever properly said thank you.” His eyes locked onto your own again and you shook your head at his words.

“Fred, you don’t have to say anything. You’re my boyfriend and I’m always gonna be here for you.” You smiled at him, melting at the sight of his brown coloured eyes lifting again with a smile.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to. You and Georgie have been amazing especially when I couldn’t do something myself and I never thanked you, either of you.” You smiled at his sincerity and sappiness, the latter of which was rare from Fred at the best of times. “So, thank you.” He nodded his head in an almost bowing like manner and you laughed before kissing him again and again and again all over his face until you lost track of the amount and kissed him fully. Fred parted briefly to mumble, “I’ll tell George later.” He spoke the last two words as your lips connected again making you laugh.

“Aww, look at you two lovebirds.” George’s voice was the thing that pulled you away from Fred, simply so you could glare playfully at the younger twin as he entered. Fred did the same and told George to go away but not as nicely as you might have told him to. George just laughed and grabbed some food from the kitchen with a wink before he left with a warning that he was right upstairs.

You laughed at George’s humour before settling back to cuddle into Fred’s side, your hand still intertwined with his. You picked up the abandoned newspaper from the coffee table and began to make fun of the headlines which were much less dramatic these days. Fred joined in and soon enough you were both howling with laughter. George came cautiously down the stairs an hour later, to find the both of you soundly asleep, snuggled up to each other with small smiles on your faces.