#fred weasley fanfics

: being in a relationship with fred weasley was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. a small request for alone time has fred thinking something’s wrong with your relationship.
word count: 2,147 words / fred weasley x reader / fluff
: this is so important–to me at least. being in a relationship, of course it’s lovely to spend time with your other half but having alone time is just as important. so i wrote a lil something about that >:)

p.s. i know i haven’t posted in… a long time but ahhh, those requests that have been sent in are being worked on slowly but surely they’ll be up when they’re done!

being with fred weasley was the best thing that’s ever happened to you. every day, it feels like you’re falling in love with him a bit more than the day before. that’s parts and parcels of being in love; young in love, one might add. most of your days are filled with your favorite ginger. meetings in the morning for breakfast, dipping back for lunch, spending time in the library (mostly you studying and him watching–or reading through spells that could help fuel his next prank product idea) and dinner usually ends with a sweet dessert as he walks you back to your dorm.

however, sometimes… well… how do you put it… it’s good to have a bit of alone time, you know? to have your own space. you and fred do spend time apart but it was due to not having classes together or if he’s tied together with george to planning new pranks, and brainstorming products for their soon-to-be jokes shop. come to think of it, this would be your first time initiating alone time but it… um… it didn’t go down too well.

let’s recap three days ago…

“d-don’t freak, okay freddie?”

strike one.

“freak? what’d you mean?”

“um… i kinda… wanna be alone? have some time to myself.”

strike two.

“like… away from me?” oh no. no no no, freddie no–”did i do something to upset you? am… am i too much?”

“no!” panic. major panic. abort abort abort. it’s making you breathe heavy, stammering on your words, messing up your memorised lines, all dissolving at the sight of fred’s worried eyes. “i just–i wanted some–it’s not you! it’s not what you think, i just thought it would be nice if i had some time to myself and–”

you watch as your words sink into fred’s brain… but it’s not actually going in. it’s the way he looks hurt, confused, concerned altogether that it makes you feel like this is a mistake. but… you know in your heart it’s not. you can’t find the right words to explain, either. you feel the words bubbling in your throat, the tears stinging your eyes and it just reaffirms in fred’s mind that he must’ve done something to upset you. 

his hands carefully reach out to hold onto your shoulders, leveraging you down but the second you hear fred’s name being called from behind him, it makes you realise that the once-empty-hallways weren’t like that. students started coming out from classes, chatters slowly filled your ears and it made you panic even more. your heart is ramming through your ribcage and you feel nauseous. your head is spinning, vision blurry.

in a hurry, you repel from fred and make a bolt down the hallway, far away from the ginger head left confused… and worried sick.

“i’m going to burn all of your books, y/n.” a voice rings into your ear, making you gasp as you blink hard to refresh your current sight. hermione cocks a brow at you with a half-smirk, well-aware she brought you back from your reverie. you straighten your back with a cough, looking down at your essay you had meant to finish but it’s… well… it’s a slower progress this time around.

“what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing.”

“y/n,” hermione’s hand darts out to lap over your hand holding a quill, “i think i’ve known you long enough to know something’s wrong especially when you haven’t gotten past the introduction of your essay when it’s something you know like the back of your hand.”

you swallow and look up to her, knowing very well you can’t fool hermione. she is, after all, one of the brightest witches of your generation for a reason. carefully, you brush her hand off and place your quill down, clasping your own hands as they rest on the table. hermione mimics your movement, leaning forward as she prepares her ears. and so you tell her. everything. the days leading up to telling fred, the day of telling fred, and how it’s been three days since. 

the more you spoke about it to her, the clearer it was; you just appreciated having time alone and even though you’re certain there’s nothing wrong with that, it made you nervous raising this with fred because you know how this could be perceived differently. (and boy, did he)

“so that’s why he’s gotten so antsy,” hermione murmurs lowly, watching her words seep in your mind as you lock eyes.

“he’s been a little on the edge lately. seeing as to how you’ve been avoiding him, definitely took a toll on the poor lover boy.”

“i just,” you take a deep exhale, looking down to your own hands, feeling a bit empty as you imagine fred’s hand in yours, “i didn’t know how to bring it up without hurting him. i didn’t want him to think i don’t want to spend time with him, i do! i just… everyone needs alone time and i didn’t know… i just… oh god…” you groan, folding your arms onto the table and thumping your head onto your arms.

you hear hermione’s giggle, making you huff as you hide your face.

“granger, i’m not in the mood for your jokes. this is bothering me so much it’s driving me insane. i just don’t know what to do now…”

silence. for a couple of beats as you inhale and exhale. the quietness makes you feel a bit calm. maybe it’s a good thing hermione isn’t saying anything because you wouldn’t know what to say, either. soon, however, your heart nearly stops when–”maybe try talking to him?”

your eyes widen in realisation, gaping as you lift your head up from your little hiding space. whether it was the couple of days apart or lifting your head up too quickly, it feels surreal seeing him across from you. a dream-like reality.

“f-freddie…”

you watch as he extends his hand out to pat your head. thisis real. then he lowers his hand down, between your eyes as he whispers: “walk with me?”

it was a no-brainer.

fred fails to hide his grin when you don’t hesitate to place your hand in his, allowing him to whisk you away from your library seat. it’s quick and effortless, too. he’s always been swift with his movements and knowing–wanting–to have this moment with you, alone, after three tormenting days of being alone, fred knew he had to have his time with you to make things right.

he leads you towards the outskirts of the herbology classroom–behind the greenhouse, away from the hallways and buildings; surrounded by greenery. it was relaxing, and comforting, a warm blanket welcoming you into nature the moment you step past the bushes. fred brings you towards a tree, where he has a mini-picnic setup.

your heart is already melting in fred’s hands as he lures you to sit down beside him. your mind goes blank. all you do know is you’re happy being here with fred, your freddie. your mouth opens and closes a couple of times, trying to find the right words to start with as fred keeps captive of one of your hands in his lap.

“freddie, i–”ever so graciously, he squeezes your hand between the pair of his own, brown eyes blinking up to you with a small smile, "i wanna go first, if that’s okay?”

fred sees you’re surprised, but you manage a feeble nod with a soft of course. he takes a deep breath in, gazes down to your hand in his and is reminded of how much he misses holding this very hand… but he admits he understands during your absence.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

with widened eyes, he can tell you’re beyond confused when you make a sound. a sound that crosses between a grunt and a snort. it makes him chuckle and bite back on a comment of how adorable you are when he’s meant to finish what he intended to say.

“i… i know what you meant when you said you wanted time alone. if i’m being honest, i feel like you’ve been considerate to me whenever i needed time alone with george to work on my jokes and pranks or when i needed a rest from quidditch but when it came to you i just–”fred can’t help but feel his heart swoon when you give his hand a gentle squeeze, reminding him to breathe. he does, before he continues–”i love spending every second with you and look forward to it so much that i… i realised that even though that might be what you were feeling as well, it would be nice and healthy to get some alone time.”

he swallows thickly, shaking his head with a scoffed chuckle. his eyes gaze down to your hand in his. it makes him smile. “i realised i hadn’t been fair to you by reacting the way i did and i…” he blinks up to you with a small frown, “i’m sorry.”

the lingering quietness is what makes fred a bit nervous. was he too late? three days too late to make up for his mistake? he’s trying to control his emotions and not jump to conclusions but the silence was driving him mad. it’s not until you pull your hand from his grip just so you can reach up to cup his cheek to align your gazes together. at the sight of your eyes, staring at him with such love and admiration, he nearly forgets to breathe.

“did you get an earful from gin?”

fred lets out a heavy exhale, eyes fluttering shut as he leans his cheek into your palm. “you have no idea. might as well throw good ol’ georgie in there for good measure…”

your hand shifts from his cheek up to his hair; fingers going through his ginger locks as you coo softly, “poor baby.”

fred nods with a pout, shifting closer towards you just so he can gently nudge your hand from him. as he laces your fingers together with his, you watch as his eyes open. it’s like the sun shining once more, casting its glow down on you.

“forgive me? i’ll be more understanding with your request for alone time. just like how you’ve done for me. and if i don’t–”

“if you don’t?” you interrupt with a raised brow, with that sudden flare of inquisitiveness. he tries not to get sidetracked, giving your hand a squeeze.

“if i don’t, please tell me. i’ll handle it better than i did before.”

with a sigh, you use your free hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. it elicits a whine from fred, playfully snatching both of your hands in his and giving you a good shake. laughter ripples through your nerves, locking eyes with the boy who makes you smile more than you can count; too many to keep track of.

“to be fair, you handled it well, freddie.”

he has a look of surprise on his face. raised brows, pursued lips… and eager ears waiting.

“and…i was going to apologise because of the way i brought it up.”

it’s two for two, fred looks like you’re not speaking the same language as him.

“i got nervous because i didn’t know how you’d react. i didn’t want to give the impression something was wrong in our relationship but the nervousness got the best of me and the more i tried not to panic, i kept panicking–”fred carefully uses a hand to place it over your mouth, stopping the onslaught of rambling taking your breath away. it reminds you to breathe.

when you’ve caught your breath, fred moves his hand away, back to cocooning yours. gentle strokes to your skin, a calming motion to coax you back to your train of thought.

“i’ll also do better in explaining better next time. i’m sorry, freddie.”

garnering the courage to look up to him, he has this frown that makes you a little anxious.

“freddie?”

“see, you can’t sweeten up to me so quickly like this. it makes me forget of the three days you ignored me.”

“hey! i didn’t ignore you, i just… i was…” you can’t find the right words and you didn’t need to when fred pulls you into his arms. the position is awkward considering the both of you were sat cross-legged on the ground but it’ll make do for now as fred pushes your face to bury against his chest. naturally, your arms find their way around his waist and fred manages to bring you down with him to lay on the ground.

legs stretched, intertwined, breaths overlapping the other; steadied heartbeats chest to chest like how they should be. fred’s chin rests on top of your head and your eyes flutter shut, at ease. whether it was three days, three weeks or three months, all is forgiven when fred feels you cuddling against him.