Request:hi! can you write some headcanons about a very playful relationship with fred where you tease each other a lot and youre constantly making jokes but once youre alone and tired fred is really soft?? ugh my heart he would be all cuddly in front of the fireplace and stroke your hair but you would still be giggly and it would just be the most fun relationship ever!! i love your writing <33
Warnings: None that I can think of
Word Count:1.7k
Notes: I have no idea when I received this request but I found this doc I had started so I decided to finish it and finally post it. (:
Since the moment you had met Fred Weasley
There has hardly been a dull moment spent around the older of the Weasley twins
Or an occasion where you’re not smiling in his presence
Being with Fred is like diving head first into a new adventure everyday
It was exciting
The childlike nature shared between the two of you created a beautiful relationship
One that a handful of your peers were envious of and longed for
George was even a tad jealous his brother had found someone who tolerated his pranks
Even serving it back
You’re relationship is more playful than serious
Which is probably why you two have remained together for so long
As sweet as the relationship is, Fred Weasley is definitely the type of boyfriend to purposely embarrass you in public
He loves blurting out random shit just to get a rise out of you
“No, Y/n, I will not hook up with you right here!” “Fred, stop! People are looking!”
“Are you hitting on me?” “I’m literally your girlfriend.”
“Checking out my ass, love?” “I’m impressed at how flat is is, Freddie.”
(Man’s is literally so offended by this he won’t speak to you until you apologize and tell him he has a great ass)
Loves using his height to his advantage when teasing you
Which is almost always
Calls you ‘shortie’ or ‘baby elf’
Will purposely hold things out of your reach for his own amusement
Fred will often sneak up from behind while you’re studying and quickly yanks the open textbook out of your grip and lifts it above his head
You whip around in shock only to find your boyfriend smirking at you “If you want your precious book back, you’re gonna have to come and get it.” He teases you Narrowing your playful glare, you swat your hand out to hit at his legs, though he’s a inch out of reach Your attempt to harm him earns a fit of chuckles from him “I’ll kick your knees out, Forge.” Fred rests his hand over his chest, feigning hurt as he takes a step back. “Woah, woah, no need for the hostility, angel. You know my payment method. Threats will get you nowhere.” Tilting your head to the side, you let out a dramatic sigh, “How many?” “Five.” You cupped your palm around your chin and pretended to ponder for a moment, “Hm, how about four?” You bargained. Fred was clearly not willing to wager lower as he lifted your book higher, “Six.” “Three.” “Twenty.” “Bloody hell, that’s not how this works!” “I’ll settle on fifteen. I refuse to go one kiss lower, but I’ll happily go higher.”
It’s like negotiating with a toddler
Since the two of you started dating,
There was a common shared enjoyment of scaring each other
Nothing serious that would cause fights
More, hiding around a dark corner a jumping out to scare the life out of the other, kind of scaring
Fred would have to admit you were far more sneaky than he had expected
With his distinctive hair and towering height, it was harder for Fred to find the perfect spots to pop out from
Although you had mastered this
Almost daily you found some way to catch Fred off guard and it excited him
He often found himself instinctively peeking around doors prior to entering a room in search of you
George liked to join in and would help you mess with Fred
One night after Fred and George were strolling to the Gryffindor common room after a long and brutal practice, an odd feeling abruptly spooked Fred
The twins had been chatting away about the latest clash of power between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint as the teams had crossed paths while leaving practice as the Slytherin team was entering the pitch
The two exchanged some heated words, then a few shoves before their teammates had to step into to break them apart Fred and George were still reeling from the events when they turned the corner towards their dorms
Upon heading into the dim lit hall leading to the moving stairs, Fred’s pace abruptly ceased
His eyes scanned the small corridor as his suspicions grew “George… why do I get the sense Y/n is lurking around somewhere?” “You’re just paranoid, mate. Y/n said she’d wait for you in the common room.” “Yeah, you’re right. Anyways I still can’t believe Flint-”
The second his guard was lowered, you abruptly jumped out from behind the large pillar and shouted, “Boo!” “Fucking shit- what the fuck?!” “Thanks for the help, George!” “Anytime, Y/n/n.” “I hate both of you… I almost pissed myself, bloody hell.”
Holds your hand under the table during class and gives random squeezes to keep you awake
Throws rolled up pieces of parchment at your head when you’re ignoring him during class
Tickles you at the worst possible moments just to fuck with you
Like during one of Snape’s lectures
Or while Dumbledore is making a grand speech in the Great Hall
He’ll quickly jab your sides then hides his mischievous grin as you loudly squeal in surprise
Despite having been a couple since your third year
The flirting never went away
If anything, it increased
When Fred sees you relaxing in the courtyard under a large apple tree,
He immediately strides over with you and strikes up a conversation as if it was your first time meeting
“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing out here all alone?” You smile up at him “I’m actually waiting on my big, strong, handsome boyfriend so you better get lost.” “Hm, I don’t see him so who’s gonna know.”
Whispers dirty words in your ear to make you squirm
He’s addicted to the rush of red that coats your cheek due to his actions
He’ll often run his fingers up your thigh under the desk to tease you
Mimics you constantly
Pillow fights
You’ll be curled up in your bed skimming over your notes when suddenly a large impact knocks you back into the mattress
The sound of Fred’s childlike giggles echoed as you stared up at the ceiling, still in shock
“Fred! You nearly gave me whiplash!” “Sorry, angel.”
He’d then proceed to toss you a pillow for defense before engaging in attack
He was at least considerate enough to allow you a chance
If you’re younger than him by even a day, get ready for him to refer to you as a child
“Freddie, can you help me finish this assignment, pleaseee?” “Of course, little one. I wrote this paper back in my fifth year so I should be of some help, kiddo.” “You’re literally a year older than me! Stop acting like I’m a baby-” “But you’re my baby.”
And if you’re older than him, prepare yourself for Fred to call you a cougar on a daily basis
“What makes you think you can talk to me like that, Ron? I’m with an older woman, you need to have a little more respect.”
He’s a whore for your attention
Fred is always doing something to keep you looking at him
Blows cool air in your direction to get your attention
Although once you look over to him in question,
His eyes immediately dart to the opposite side of the room
Boops your nose at least ten times a day
Which you in turn boop his nose back
Fred is constantly running up behind you in the halls and picking you up to swing you around
Twirls you around his finger when you’re walk hand-in-hand like a ballerina
If it isn’t obvious by now, Fred Weasley’s love language is physical touch
There is never a shortage of affection from him
However as much as Fred loves to have his hands on you
He’s a sucker for you returning the favor
Fred will quite literally melt under your touch
One of his favorite things was when he came back to his dorm room after a long day of school or Quidditch practice and finds you laying in his bed
Sprawled across his mattress in an old hoodie of his and a pair of sweats,
Fred stumbles around the room as he throws his robes off and quick gets into his pj pants and an old tee and slides into bed next to you
He’ll hold you close as the two of you nap together
Presses little kisses to your forehead when you’re asleep
He’s such a soft boy at night
Whenever he’s being difficult or in a rather stubborn mood, you use this trick to your advantage
You’ll use your innocent voice and beg him to cuddle, which in reality, doesn’t take much for Fred to agree to
This man lives for making you happy
Your favorite times to be together is late at night when the common room is empty and it’s just the two of you cuddled on the couch
Fred will sit with his feet on the table and your head in his lap with his fingers brushing through your hair
The two of you talk for hours while watching the flickering flames of the burning fire
He’s involve with these little moments that mean so much to him
Prompt:getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs
Warning:drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording
Word Count: 2.2k
Notes:n/a
Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room
Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend
Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school
Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer
On these night in particular,
Fred does not let you out of his sight
At all
Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing
Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”
Loves it when you cheer him on
Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again
Your distraction is heightened in this state
So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes
Which had come in handy many a times
Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy
“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”
And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps
(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))
Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow
So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning
During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it
When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble
The man throws back liquor like its water
Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t
He is a touchy drunk
Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch
Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends
Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near
He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins
Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking
He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,
Most of the times,
He’s the one pouring the shots for you
And mixing the drinks
But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink
He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you’ve had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end
Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice
It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste
In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you
And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard
Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed
He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair
After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry
Stays the night without question when you ask
Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t
Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to
He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest
His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion
Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first
Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment
One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos
The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap
Then he was back up an going again
Like a toddler on a sugar high
He’s such a giggly drunk
Kisses to the tip of your nose
Always smiling over at you and complimenting you
“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”
The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking
There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs
George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you
And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him
If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter
He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye
Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard
Like
“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’…not ‘froged’?”
But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation
He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber
Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way
Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you
And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night
If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse
He’ll agree to almost anything
If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him
The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses
Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first
You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony
By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position
Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps
Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident
Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited
On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire
You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone
It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes
And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber
Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well
Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him
His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum
He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason
Especially when you win
Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball
Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot
It’s more than enticing for him
Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it
When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug
As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers,
“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”
Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support
It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans
Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match
You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it
He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately
You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won
“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”
His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise
He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm
Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night
Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together
Whispers dirty secrets into your ear
Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes
He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated
“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”
To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement
It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen
Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys
He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys
However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking
In a sweet way tho
Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk
If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance
When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with
If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table
He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one
Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you
And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes
It brings him comfort when you’re by his side
Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way
Prompt: It’s three in the morning and Fred can’t sleep. Luckily for him, his girlfriend has to most random questions on her mind.
Notes: I’ve seen this on tiktok as trend to text your boyfriend so I made it into a write, hope you enjoy (:
Warnings: None (: (making out if that counts ???)
Word Count: 3.9k
You know that feeling of finally retreating to your room and crashing down on your bed after a strenuous day? Getting to snuggle into the warmth of the soft mattress and engulf your body in massive heaps of blankets, it was one of the greatest feelings in the world to Fred Weasley. Although what made it absolute perfection was the nights when his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, would join him. Sleepovers were no rarity for the couple- nor for their roommates who had begrudgingly accepted the constant giggling and whispering throughout the night. Weekend sleepovers were his favorite as it meant neither of them were scrambling to get out of bed for class in the morning and he could lay with her for as long as they wanted.
Tonight was no different. Nearly every living soul occupying the lands of Hogwarts was fast asleep, lulled into a galaxy of dreams. Fred wondered if he was the only one awake at such an hour. The darkness from the nighttime sky poured into the room through the glass windows. The light casted shadows around the room making it difficult to make out the different shapes. Fred could barely make out the sleeping frame of his twin brother, George, who was tucked in his bed feet away. Similar was Lee, however his thunderous snores echoed off the walls giving confirmation that was in a deep sleep.
On Fred’s half of the room the silence was deafening. Lee’s snores had become second nature for Fred to block out and in all honesty, didn’t bother him much. Growing up in a home with eight other people, he had that keen ability to muffle out the noise around him. He had to in order to keep a piece of his sanity intact. No one in their sane mind could sit and listen to Ron and Ginny bicker for longer than five minutes before wanting to rip their hair out of their skull. In the same way, noise was comforting to Fred. Yeah, he ignored it for the most part, but it was a familiar feeling to be surrounded by loudness. It was discomforting in a way how still the world felt. Few and far between were the moments when Fred had time to himself. Now that he did, he didn’t want it.
Stealing a glance down to his chest Fred smiled at the sight. Y/n’s head was pressed against his sweatshirt covered chest and her hand was clenched around the material. Her body was cuddled close to him with a blanket draped over them. Fred watched as her stomach lightly rose and fell with every breath. He had lost track of time, not entirely sure how long he had been holding her. Seconds meshed into minutes which grew to hours. He was sure he’d been staring at the ceiling for almost three hours. His attention flipped back and forth, like the pages of a magazine. From the angle he laid, Fred wasn’t able to see if Y/n was awake like him or passed out like his roommates. In a cruel way he wanted to wake her on purpose just for the selfish purpose to hear her voice. He resisted the urge to ‘accidentally’ break her slumber.
Fred’s hand traced patterns on her back absentmindedly as his thoughts drifted like a sailboat floating along the ocean waves. The Quidditch match had taken a large toll on his muscles and all he wanted was to rest. Playing Slytherin was a sure guarantee someone would walk away with an injury- or be carried away. Although Fred knew he wasn’t injured, his arms ached with every slight move from the force he had exhilarated during the match. As much as he desired to switch positions and lay on his side, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb the girl resting in his arms. From her steady breathing he figured she had fallen asleep, that was until her head suddenly popped up from his chest causing the warmth of her head to flee his body. Her quick movement took Fred by surprise as his hand halted and his eyes fixed on the girl. The feeling of sleepiness was fading as her large doe eyes glanced back up at him. Oddly enough, she appeared to be wide awake.
Arching a brow at her Fred looked utterly confused. If her alertness hadn’t startled him enough, her next actions would leave him mind boggled. Y/n perched herself up to a sitting position and wiggled over to place her legs over either side of Fred’s body so she sat in his lap as he laid. A childlike smile graced her lips at the small gasp of surprise from Fred. Tiredness vanished in her eyes as she tilted her head.
“Hey, Freddie?”
“Yes, angel?” He asked cautiously.
His hands reset to her waist to keep her steady as she sat. The stained glass window to the side of his bed allowed a glimpse of moonlight to create a beautiful gradient across her face. The moonlight, a glowing yellowy white, projected an ethereal glow around her. He swore he could see millions of tiny stars sprinkled along her skin, gleaming pin pricks of sparkles gleaming in her e/c eyes.
Y/n leaned forward to wrap her arms around Fred’s neck causing him to mimic her and sit up so his back was pressed to the bed frame. He grabbed the heavy cotton blanket from behind her and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled bashfully in gratitude. Peeking up to Fred, whose face was only a handful of inches from hers, she whispered,
“If I were a worm, would you still love me?”
Fred’s features scrunched in an instant at her question as he pulled back slightly. Half expecting for her to start giggling and the other half completely flabbergasted, Fred gaped at her in confusion. Yet Y/n’s face remained stoic in seriousness as she awaited his reply. He gave her a funny look, as if she’d grown an extra eye. Repeatedly his mouth fell open, then closed again as he failed to formulate a proper thought.
“I’m sorry- if you were a what?”
“A worm.” She repeated once again.
Fred forced himself to bite his tongue to hold his laughter in. As much as he wanted to chuckle at her randomness, she seemed so invested in his answer he didn’t know what to do. Fred averted his gaze to the window in search of an answer. His brain was stuck frozen, like the tracks in his mind were broken. Turning his attention once more to Y/n, Fred squinted his chocolate brown eyes as if examining her peculiarly.
“And why would you be a worm?”
Clearly annoyed by his constant string of questions Y/n let out a breathy huff as she rolled her eyes. Her hands waved up briefly, shooing his inquiry away without second thought. Shaking her head she pressed further. “Because I just am, now answer the question.”
Stillness entered the room while Fred pondered to himself. This time he didn’t hold back the teasing grin that spilled on his face.
“Well, am I worm too?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows to her suggestively. Y/n shoved his shoulder back playfully as she giggled softly. Fred always knew how to make her smile, even if the situation didn’t call for it. Even if it was three in the morning and the two of them should be flying through a dreamland of sleep.
Fred’s back leaned into the wood of the frame as he allowed his head to touch against it. Locks of ginger hair brushed against his face. Instinctively Y/n moved her hand out to skim them away from his eyes so she could see them. Fred fought a mental war against the shiver that threatened to escape his body from her gentle stroke. Shaking her head, Y/n shot down his interrogation. “No, you’re just a regular person.”
“So I would be a Muggle in love with a worm?” Fred chuckled at the bizarreness to her rules for her imaginary prompt. Although he hadn’t a clue where this was heading, it was entertaining and he had every intention of paying into it, including teasing the girl a tad. There was something so adorable about the flashes of anger and frustration that snapped across her face at his procrastination to answer. Fred found it irresistible. The way her cute face knotted into uncomfortable glares and frowns while he continued to toy with her. He loved it.
Y/n sighed to herself, certainly growing exhausted then reiterated,
“No, no, you’re still you, I’m just a worm.”
“A magic worm?” His eyes widened in feign excitement while her’s narrowed. As much as she loved the childlike nature that was weaved into her boyfriend’s soul, it made it impossible at times to have a serious conversation- not that she truly considered this to be a serious conversation.
A deadpan mien was planted on her face. She turned for a moment to make sure George and Lee were still passed out. Then, she moved her head back to Fred before raising her voice a notch to ensure the message was received loud and clear.
“A worm, Fred.”
His fingers fiddled with the loose strings on her shorts as he pretended to debate his answer. Lips pursed into a thin line, Fred brought his pointer finger up to his chin and hummed.
“I mean… sure?”
Y/n’s grip around his neck loosened immediately at his answer. Her mouth skimmed the ground as genuine displeasure entered her veins. She pulled her arms back to cross them tightly against her chest. Fred’s hands found their previous position on her waist in order to keep her from falling off. She pouted over to Fred with her bottom lip poking out. She tried her absolute best to put everything she had into the over dramatic sad puppy look she had mastered. Fred only cooed at her and pinched the skin of her cheeks between his fingers lightly. Y/n grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her face with a scowl. Despite her glowering appearance, Fred felt a smug grin sneaking up.
“That isn’t reassuring at all.” She said with a pointed tone.
Fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose, Fred groaned dramatically as he ran his calloused hand against his skin. Peering up to Y/n he brought his hand up to occupy the warm skin on the back of her neck. He drew his hand closer, pulling her towards him, causing their foreheads connected in a tender touch. The bottom hem of his old tee that she now used as a nighttime shirt tickled his arm as she happily leaned in. With their faces barely an inch apart, Fred lifted his hips to place a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips.
“But angel, you’re not a worm.”
“Just pretend!” She grumbled. Although Fred smirked right at her and, in a very snarky manner, said ‘no’. Y/n clenched her jaw in annoyance at his stubbornness and just as she went to tell him again to play along, a light bulb of an idea sparked in her head.
Stealing a glance over either shoulder, Y/n checked to assure both George and Lee were still snoozing. George was practically laying off his bed in a sideways fashion while Lee was spreading starfish across the whole mattress. She swore she could see the drool dripping from his chin from across the room. Her focus swerved to Fred as she felt him adjust under her. Providing him with absolutely no leeway to her plan at all, Y/n locked her arms around Fred’s chest and shoved him down so he was forced to lay on the bed. His breath hitched as his head smacked into the fluffy pillow. The darkness obscured his view leaving him lost at the turn of events until he felt the pressure of her knees pinning his arms to his side. Just like a war attack, she ambushed him. Y/n danced her fingers at lightning speed across his chest and under his arms. Fred broke out into a booming fit of laughter at the abrupt tickle war imposed on him as he desperately fought to get her body off of his. His feet kicked wildly as he tried to free himself but she had too strong of a hold. Fred tried to hold his laughter back but it was all too much for his bdy to handle and the uncontrollable giggles wouldn’t stop.
Y/n laughed at him as she continued to tickle every inch of his upper body that he wasn’t successfully covering. His frantic squirms made it difficult for her to torture him to the best of her ability, however she put up a considerable fight until Fred managed to slip his hand out from between his waist and her knee. Once he did, Fred clamped his hand to her side and flipped the pair around so he was the one sitting on top of her. Both of their chests heaved rapidly as they attempted to catch their breath, both grinning like fools. Fred moved his body to sit in front of her as Y/n took over his previous spot. His hand still remained clenched around her side to keep her from attacking once more. Struggling to regain his composure, Fred gave the girl a teasing glare.
“Fine! Yes, I would still love you very much, even if you were a slimy little worm.”
A satisfied gleam adorned her face as she gave a small cheer. Her arms extended as a welcoming for him to enter. He bent towards her to allow her arms to be thrown around his shoulders. The hug encapsulated his body in a blanket of comfort and love from the feeling of her skin. Fred pressed his lips to her neck and just as he did, her voice broke the air.
“And you’d still give me kisses and cuddles?”
His loud sigh was audible to everyone in the room as his head fell to her chest.
“How in the bloody hell am I supposed to cuddle a freaking worm-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fred saw the look of sadness clouding over his lover’s features and stopped himself. That famous, moody pout had crept its way up and Fred fell victim like always. He reached his hand out to pick hers up from her lap and laced their fingers. Lifting her hand, his lips kissed each of her knuckles then set her hand down on his leg.
“You’re unbelievable… but yes, I would still give you kisses and cuddles. Just not in front of people-” Y/n snatched her hand away from his and threw it across her chest with an animated scoff.
“So you’d be ashamed of me?”
“I hate you so much right now, why the hell are you even asking me?”
The jokingness of the situation breezed out from the room as Y/n tensed. Fred watched her eyes flicker from over his shoulder, then up to his eyes. It was impossible to read the rambunctious ideas bouncing off the walls of her mind and Fred knew better than to speculate but rather give her the time to process. He always said that her mind ran faster than the Hogwarts Express. There was a small smile on her lips, though one he couldn’t read. The spark of glee still flashed through her yet at the same time she seemed uncertain. Her hand pushed loose strands of her hair away from her view, a nervous habit of her’s Fred had picked up on early in the relationship.
Swallowing her nerves, Y/n let her body sink into the plushness of Fred’s bed as she shrugged her shoulders.
“Just wanna make sure you’d love me no matter what.” She mumbled hushly.
Fred furrowed his eyebrows as he studied her in bewilderment. As silly as the conversation was, he could feel a tang of guilt budding in his gut from teasing her. The two had discussed some of the most random, weird topics out there and it was usually just that, a random discussion. Fred was a bit stunned there was a bubble floating around in her thoughts that there might be a time where he stops loving her, because for Fred, the idea of not loving her was simply implausible. Besides, he had fancied her since they met their first year and there was no chance Fred was willing to lose her.
“Okay, well,” Fred crawled to sit next to Y/n’s side as he went on, “I’ll entertain the thought. If you were a worm I would still love you more than any other living creature on this planet. I’d also protect you from all the birds who want to eat you for dinner.” Fred finished by placing a gentle peck to her nose. There was no sense in hiding the contagious grin
“So sweet, Freddie.” The scent of peppermint from her chapstick wafted to Fred’s nose drawing him closer in. Y/n snaked her hand to his cheek and dragged his face towards hers. Right before their lips connected, she paused for a moment. Her e/c orbs flickered to his plump lips, then in one swift motion, she closed the gap with a pucker of her lips and a collision with his. Fred had expected the kiss but was taken aback by the fire she brought to it. The sheer force of her lips caused Fred to sit up and take notice.
Y/n nudged at his side, a silent signal for him to get on top. Fred didn’t need her to ask him twice. He was quick to kick the blankets covering his legs and repositioned himself between hers. Fred leaned forward to spark the flint once again. His hands attached to her face immediately as he pulled her in tightly. This embrace nearly knocked Y/n right off the bed. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a tsunami of passion, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him impaired her. Her whole body tingled, the pressure of his fram leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt like an array of fireworks during the finale of a grand show. Her lips parted against his and the abrupt swipe of his tongue inside her cheeks sent a rush of shivers through her body. The intensity was overwhelming as she struggled to keep hold of his shoulders.
Y/n came to at the need for air and pulled away from Fred. A sharp breath filled her lungs as her hands pressed against his chest keeping him in place. However, Fred was growing impatient by the second and the need to be as close to her as possible was too strong of an urge for him to ignore.
Fred pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her arms gave in and she was using his body to support herself. She was nearly slipping from the bed from the pure force of his kiss. Fred kept his free hand steady on the back of her neck to ensure she wouldn’t fall but in the moment, she really couldn’t care. Wasn’t like they hadn’t had a makeout session on the floor- come to think of it, George had walked in on them just last week.
Their hands roamed over each other as if it was their first time touching another. His fingertips grazed the side of her neck earning a muffled moan from the girl. She tugged at his red hair, which was a guarantee to keep his adrenaline pumping. A vibration buzzed in her mouth as Fred groaned into her from the lustful pain. His body was ever moving as his hips grinded into her. This was a familiar position yet the passion was what made the kiss so electrifying. His elbows were placed on either side of her head to hold himself up as he moved his lips against hers and continued to work his tongue with hers. Y/n trailed her hand down from his fiery locks to his sharp chin where she pressed his lips as deeply into hers as she could manage.
Softly as possible, Y/n slowly pulled herself away from Fred. His eyes cracked open at the lost of warmth against his skin and he glanced down at her. Both smiled at each other until Fred rolled over and slid under the covers. He fixed the blankets around until he felt satisfied then opened his arms, as if inviting Y/n to enter. She obeyed without question and coozied herself into his arms. He wrapped her in a loving cuddle as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple.
Y/n leaned into his body, resting her head against his arm that was linked under her. There was a comforting silence that replaced the steaming air. The clock on Fred’s night stand shone bright with the time, ‘4:08am’, meaning morning had practically arrived and Fred had yet to catch a wink of sleep.
Just as Fred was preparing himself to welcome his slumber, a notion came. Propping himself up on his elbow, Fred reached out to shake the girl’s shoulder.
“Hey, Y/n?”
Y/n gleaned over to him in curiosity. Twisting her body she set her gaze directly on Fred, as if to show him she was intune and listening.
“Yes?”
“If I were a worm, would you still love me?” Fred asked in a whisper. Y/n leered up at him in a disgusted fashion. It looked as if she had been force fed a full can of lima beans and sardines. Those sleepy eyes were replaced by saucer like eyes of revulsion. Poking her tongue out she pretended to gag as her eyes twisted shut.
“Ew, no, why would I be in love with a worm? You can’t even talk and if I kissed you, I might accidentally kiss your butt, gross!” Y/n covered her mouth to mask her fit of laughter that shook through her chest. Fred’s mouth dropped in shock at her words as she unwrapped herself from his hold to shift to her side. He stared at her in astonishment as she threw her legs over the side of his bed. His hand reached out to yank her back but she was already up on her feet smirking to him.
“Are you kidding me? Get back here!”
“I need to use the bathroom- I’ll be back in a flash, wormie.” She blew him a taunting kiss and a wave, then quietly shut the door as she journeyed down the hall to the restrooms. Fred still heard her unruly laughter from behind the large wooden door. As her footsteps grew shallower, Fred tossed his head into the pillow and rolled his eyes. Just like earlier, silence overtook the room and this time, Fred was overjoyed because it meant he no longer had to hear about worms. That was at least until she got back, then he’d surely be having a discussion.
Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it’s not my first language)
Notes: okay I’m sure spring break isn’t a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!
Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george
Word Count:3.5k
Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.
It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.
In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.
There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.
The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.
But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.
“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.
George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah?” He questioned.
A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.
Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.
“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.
There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.
“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.
“George-” She warned playfully.
“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair… you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.
His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.
Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.
Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.
“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.
George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.
“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.
“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.
George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.
Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,
“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”
George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.
Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.
“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.
Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.
“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.
“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.
Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.
“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.
George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.
“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.
The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.
“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.
The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.
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Stuff worth mentioning
My main focus is on Harry Potter and the Wizarding World.
Fanfics and head-canons live in my rough drafts.
I’m going to be writing lots of fluff but I do love toxic relationships so those might get sprinkled in.
I know about whats happening with JK right now. I cant stand it but I love this community that the fans made together. I cant leave it.
Requesting Rules
I usually write “you” and try not to describe the readers so you may live as the the “Reader x Whatever”. I don’t do descriptions for a character request. Sorry about it.
Nsfw is something I dont write for Harry Potter characters but I might consider.
I try to age up the characters in the stories too.
Summary: You and Fred used to date back in Hogwarts and even years later Fred can’t get over you. But it seems like you have moved on.
a/n: English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!
requests are open!
Fred let out a long groan as the sun shines brightly into his room. Eyes still closed he turns in his bed ready to wrap his long arms around your warm body and kiss you good morning but his arms find an empty space next to him. He opens his eyes confused as he pats the space next to him. The bed was cold but he thought he could still smell your perfume. Fred turns to lay on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. His fingers run through his hair as he lets out another groan, this time a lot more frustrated one.
It had been almost three years since you two broke up and it had been the same amount of time since Fred had last seen you. Even after all this time apart you were the only thing in his mind. He had a dream about you last night, again. You two were happily together and you were expecting your first child. How he wished it was true. He would do anything to be with you again.
He had tried to move on from you he really had. He had dated girls, there was nothing wrong with them but they weren’t you. Fred even tried to have one night stands but they never worked out. He couldn’t touch anyone’s body, he felt dirty if he tried to, it felt like he was cheating on you
Fred slowly gets up from his bed and decides that getting ready and getting to work would be the best thing to do to get you out of his mind. The apartment over the shop was quiet, only thing that Fred could hear was Geroge’s snores from the other room. Making himself a cup of coffee before heading down to the shop. Restocking and doing the paperwork that needed to be done.
His mind wondering off to the past how when you were kids you were so close. Your and his parents were school friends so you spend a lot of time at the Burrow when you were a kid. Even if you were the same age as Ron, you and Fred were the closest. You always had something special between you two.
He remembers the Christmas before he and George would start at Hogwarts. How you and the Weasley kids had a snowball fight. Fred and you always paired up because he wouldn’t want to hurt you by hitting you with snowballs but that didn’t stop you from throwing them at him.
“Stop it y/n we are on the same side!” Fred yelled at you as you giggled at him. You had hit a snowball right in the back of his head
“I know I just wanted to see your reaction!” You tell him. Your bright smile made him smile. Even if he was 10 and you were 8 he knew that he loved you.
“We are going inside! Mum has hot chocolate!” George yells at you two. He, Ginny and Ron disappear inside the house which leaves you and Fred alone in the winter afternoon.
“Wanna go inside?” Fred asks you.
“Yes if you give me your marshmallows!” You tell your best friend.
“I always give my marshmallows to you y/n” Fred laughs as he takes your hand and you start walking. “One day you will be my wife y/n.” Fred tells matter of factly as you make it to the door.
“And you will be my husband but I will never kiss you!” You let him know and he makes a gagging sound.
“I will never kiss you either, that’s disgusting.” Fred replies.
That changed after you had come to Hogwarts he had realised that maybe kissing you wouldn’t be so bad after all but he was still sure that you would be his wife one day. If he could he would go back in time when everything was easier and you were still in his life.
Fred shakes his head trying to come back to the present. He takes the last sip from now cold coffee as he looks around the shop. He loved this place, it always had been his and George’s dream to own their own joke shop nevertheless now he wasn’t so sure if this was what he really wanted in life. Fred shakes his head once again not wanting to think about the past any longer. Walking up to the front door of the shop as he unlocks the door and turns the closed sign to open.
His eyes wonder around Diagon Alley when his brown eyes find something that he hadn’t seen in a long time. A beautiful girl, no, a beautiful woman whose smile was still stuck in his mind. You were walking right outside of his shop with a bright smile on your lips as a handsome man talked with you. He had his hands wrapped around you like Fred used to have back at Hogwarts. It made him sad and happy at the same time. You looked happy but now you were happy with someone else and it all was his fault. All of this was his fault and only his. He was the one who pushed you away because he was scared that the distance would hurt you but now standing here looking at you years later broke him like nothing had before not even when he left you back at Hogwarts.
You had been dating for 3 years. The happiest three years of your lives. Fred made you the happiest that you ever had been. Even if Umbridge had made living hell out of Hogwarts. You were managing but you could see how hard it was on Fred and George so when the twins told you about their plan on leaving school early and starting a joke shop you were their biggest support. Even if it hurt to think that you had to be at school without the love of your life you wanted him to be happy and if leaving early meant that he was happy you would let him go. You could still write to each other and it was a couple of months until summer so you could spend your whole summer with him.
The twins were about to pull their last prank before leaving school when Fred pulled you away from others. He hugged you harder than he had ever before.
“Goodbye my love.” He whispers into your ear before bringing you into a kiss full of love and passion.
“Fred dear you are saying it like this is the last time we will see each other. It will be summer in a couple of months and we will be in each other’s arms once again” you tell him with a sad smile. You would miss him terribly but soon enough you would be together again but the sad look that Fred gave you made you confused. “Right Fred?” You question your boyfriend when you see tears in his eyes. “What’s going on, love?” You ask him as you pull away from him.
“I… w-we need to break up, y/n.” He sounded so broken when he spoke. Making your heart ace at the words that were coming out of his mouth.
“What are you talking about Fred?” You ask him, feeling tears burning your eyes. You didn’t want to break up, you could make this work.
“It’s better for you. It will be too hard when I’m away and you still have a couple years left of school, darling.” He tried to take your hand in his but you pulled your arm away from him.
“No Fred. We can make this work! Like we’ve talked!” You raise your voice at him. He was being so selfish. “Do you not love me anymore?” You had to question his love towards you.
“Of course I love you! More than anything in this world!” Now Fred was raising his voice. How could you think that he didn’t love you. He loved you so much that he was ready to let you go so you could be happy.
“Then why in the Merlin would you want to break up? I love you and you love me so we stay together!” You tell him angrily, tears running down your cheeks.
“My love you know this is the best thing to do.” He really believed that it was the right thing that he was doing. Before you could reply to him George ran up to you two.
“Fred we need to leave now!” George yelled as he started pulling his twin away from his lover.
That was the last time you two saw each other. The hurt look on your face was burned into Fred’s mind, it hunted his nightmares to this day.
Fred pulled his eyes from you as you and your lover disappeared from his view. How he missed you. He had asked his siblings about you but Ginny still to this day was so mad at his older brother for breaking your heart the way he did. So she never told him anything about you and neither did Ron. Fred knew that you and Ginny grew close after he left, she was there for you when he couldn’t and when he was the reason why you were hurting.
You hadn’t spent time at the Burrow since he left you, your parents still visited before the war but sadly both of your parents were killed by death eaters. Fred had been so worried when he had heard that your parents were dead, so scared that you were gone too but luckily you had survived, he couldn’t even think about the blame he would have felt if you would have died when he was supposed to be there to protect you.
He wanted to be there for you after your parent’s death but Ginny didn’t let him even go to the funeral telling him that it would be too much for you to see him at the funeral. He had written you a letter but you never replied back to him.
It had been years but he couldn’t move on from you. He missed you more and more every day. He would give up everything he had just to have you to be his once again. And seeing you made him realise that he had really made the biggest mistake of his life when he let you go, seeing you just confirmed that you were the love of his life, his soulmate.
It had been two months since he had seen you walk past the shop. After that day you were all he could think about anymore, every waking moment he would think of you and when he was sleeping he would see dreams about you.
It was Ron’s and Hermione’s engagement party at the Burrow. When he walked into his childhood home with his twin brother he never expected to see you standing by the fire, beautiful as you ever had been, in a beautiful red dress talking to his mother. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. The only thing he could sense was your perfume, the one he had smelled in Amortentia back at school. Butterflies flying around his stomach at the same time as he felt like he would be sick. You still made him nervous.
“George, Fred! Finally, we thought you weren’t coming!” Ron’s voice roars over the whole party. But Fred couldn’t take his eyes off you. Ron’s words made you turn to look at the door to see George and Fred standing there, Fred’s eyes already on you. Not sure about the feeling inside you when you saw him, it had been so long since you last saw him. He was still handsome, but now he was a man, not the boy who had broken your heart. You give him a smile before turning back to Molly who was still talking to you.
He couldn’t stop his feet as he walked past his younger brother who was trying to talk to him, the only thing Fred could think about was you and how he needed to be closer to you, to hear you talk, to feel you.
“Oh Fred! You and George are late.” Molly cuts you off when she sees his son walk up to you and her. You turn to face your ex boyfriend.
“Sorry mum. Hey, how are you y/n?” Fred almost completely ignores his own mother, just needing to heat your lovely voice.
“Hi Fred, I’m good thank you. How are you?” You smile at Fred, it had been so long since you had seen him but it felt like it only had been days when you last saw him. Molly could see that there was a moment between two lost lovers and she excused herself from you two mumbling something about needing to see Hermione.
“Good, good. I’m okay.” Fred takes a step closer to you when his mother leaves. He just wanted to bring you into a tight hug but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“It’s been a long time since I have seen you? How are things with the shop?” You ask him, your eyes looking all around his face trying to burn the picture of him inside your memory.
“I saw you two months ago.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “Um… I mean I saw you walk past the shop two months ago.” He feels embarrassed, you used to be best friends and lovers why didn’t he know how to talk to you.
“Oh… Sorry for not popping into the shop. I have heard that it’s great.” You had only been to Diagon Alley for a couple of times the past three years, scared that you would run into Fred. Coming here today had been hard, not sure if you were ready to face him.
“Next time you come to Diagon Alley I hope I will see you in the shop then.” He replies. “I mean if you want to…“ You see the blush on his face. Oh, how he hadn’t changed since you last saw him. In his eyes, you could see the little prankster kid you grew up with and the same boy who you fell madly in love with.
“I would love to.” You breathe out to him, but before Fred could reply to you someone called out your name. Both of you turn to look who called out to you. Fred recognized him, it was the same man he saw you walk past the shop with.
“Here darling, your drink.” The man smiles at you lovingly when he gives you a glass of champagne. “Oh Hello mate, I’m William Oxley.” William offeres Fred his hand to sake.
“Fred Weasley.” Fred replies shaking the stranger’s hand, maybe with a little too much force.
“Oh, the famous Fred Weasley. I Have heard a lot about you from this lovely lady.” William nods his head at you.
“So you have talked about me to William?” Fred turns to face you, a light shade of blush spreading to your cheeks.
“Of course she has. She told me all about your pranks back at school! Sad that I missed most of them. I left school I think when you were a second year.” Will tells Fred. You look between the two men in front of you.
“O-okay.” Fred didn’t know what to say because William wraps his arm around you and his mind goes blank. “I-I need to go. Nice seeing you love, I-I mean y/n.” Fred mumbles out before quickly walking away from you and William.
“He seemed like a nice guy darling. How are you feeling?” William asks you, you could feel tears burning your eyes. Maybe you weren’t ready to see him after all.
“I-I can’t do this, p-please take me home.” You whisper to him. He nods his head as he wraps his hands around you and you two disappear from the Weasley home without saying anything to anyone but you were sure Hermione and Ron would understand.
Fred couldn’t think straight right after excusing himself from you and William he ran up to his childhood bedroom. He couldn’t breathe, the walls were falling on to him. You moved on from him, you had someone new. The worst thing was that William seemed like an amazing man. You seemed happy, you were fine but he wasn’t. He couldn’t move on from you; he could never do it because everything comes back to you. You were the love of his life and he had lost you.
A/N:Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged! It means a lot to me when you guys leave comments of what you think!!!
As much as I love writing to you, I hate writing to you. Because it means we’re not together. And you know how much I wish we were together right now.
But to make the best out of a sour situation, let me just remind you of one thing:
I LOVE YOU!!
I’m sure you already knew that, but just in case, don’t forget it.
Now I’d be a fool if I didn’t mention how incredibly proud I am of all that you’ve been doing lately. You’re one of a kind, and that kind is spectacular. Everything you do amazes me. And I know what you’re going to say - “you stop that, right now, Fred Weasley or I’ll- I’ll” and then you’ll never finish your fake threat because you realize I’d never lie to you, which means everything I said about you is true! HA!
Anyway, enough of that. The reason I’m writing to you is so that you remember that, if you have nothing else in the world, you will always have me. I mean, thankfully that’s not all you have of course, but I promise to be the one constant in your life. And with that, you will always have my constant love, support, and occasional tomfoolery. And who would I be without that?
Now onto the next order of business. Our date tonight. You thought I would forget, didn’t you? Well I didn’t because when it comes to you, I never forget.
In fact, this might be the greatest planning I’ve ever done. But I won’t spoil the surprise, oh no, you’ll experience it all live and in person very soon.
Oh you want a sneak peek? If you insist…
Don’t worry about what you wear tonight, because it won’t stay on you for long, I’ll be sure to take care of that. But first is dinner. Eating dinner in and then… eating out, do with that what you will. And the walls have been thoroughly soundproofed to avoid another awkward encounter like the last time. (Those neighbors have never forgiven me.)
Princess, I hope you know how very much you mean to me. Tonight is all about you, showering with you you with love and affection that you so deserve.
Now I’m off to prepare for our lovely evening. I shall see you soon, my dear.
Imagine Fred and your daughter making you breakfast…
You’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you pad quietly down the stairs, Fred’s bright, oversized button up covering your body. You’d woken up alone this morning, your husbands side of the bed cold and empty and no four year old pressing her feet into the small of your back.
You can hear giggling from the kitchen, a smile spreading over your face as you peak around the corner, the strong, sweet smell of pancakes filling your nose. Your daughter Sophia is sitting on the counter, still in her pyjamas, swinging her legs back and forth as Fred flips a pancake on the stove. She laughs at something he says, her cheeks dotted with flour.
“What’s all this then?” You ask, stepping around the corner. Sophia gasps when she sees you, shuffling to the edge of the counter excitedly. Fred drops her to the floor and she runs over to you, hugging you around the legs. You run your fingers through the wild mess of hair on top of her head. “We made pancakes mummy!” “I can see that,” You chuckle. “What’s the special occasion?”
Fred flips the last pancake onto the plate and turns off the stove, even more flour covering his cheeks then on Sophia. He walks towards you, picking Sophia up, swinging her onto his hip before leaning down and kissing your lips softly. Sophia giggles, burying her face into Fred’s neck. “Just because we love you darling,” Fred says.
Summary: Visiting the ghost that holds your heart.
(I’m aching as I type this.)
The corridors felt longer. It was harder to remember exactly how they were, but if you squinted long enough, you could remember the moments of laughter shared and the sound of students rushing to their next course of the day. But, those memories quickly evaporated into scenes of despair from the war. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since the war. Even with the time passing, you can remember the stench of metallic blood and the dust and debris that choked the air.
It was the Winter session, all the students had since gone home, and the halls were empty besides the small straggle of children who had decided to stay. Children, kids, something you once were. Even with a small number of wrinkles on your brow and taller stature, you tried to put yourself into your sixteen-year-old self. It was admittedly hard as all your experiences, as a child, centered around him. Him. Fred. Your first love. Maybe your only love.
The wind was bitter. And despite the cold quickly reaching your fingertips, your heels clicked slowly on the floor. One after another, you told yourself, until you reached the Northern Tower fields. You knew he’d be there. He always was. The familiar scent of frosted grass almost hurt to smell. It all hurt. As you reached the courtyard, the figure of a tall man stood. Even from the back, you knew it was him. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his red hair sticking widely everywhere and his back was slightly hunched. Until he turned. It was as if you were eleven years old again, seeing those bright brown eyes and the peak of his dimples. It rendered you speechless.
Summary: Visiting the ghost that holds your heart.
(I’m aching as I type this.)
The corridors felt longer. It was harder to remember exactly how they were, but if you squinted long enough, you could remember the moments of laughter shared and the sound of students rushing to their next course of the day. But, those memories quickly evaporated into scenes of despair from the war. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since the war. Even with the time passing, you can remember the stench of metallic blood and the dust and debris that choked the air.
It was the Winter session, all the students had since gone home, and the halls were empty besides the small straggle of children who had decided to stay. Children, kids, something you once were. Even with a small number of wrinkles on your brow and taller stature, you tried to put yourself into your sixteen-year-old self. It was admittedly hard as all your experiences, as a child, centered around him. Him. Fred. Your first love. Maybe your only love.
The wind was bitter. And despite the cold quickly reaching your fingertips, your heels clicked slowly on the floor. One after another, you told yourself, until you reached the Northern Tower fields. You knew he’d be there. He always was. The familiar scent of frosted grass almost hurt to smell. It all hurt. As you reached the courtyard, the figure of a tall man stood. Even from the back, you knew it was him. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his red hair sticking widely everywhere and his back was slightly hunched. Until he turned. It was as if you were eleven years old again, seeing those bright brown eyes and the peak of his dimples. It rendered you speechless.
“You came.” He said a smile on his lips.
“Of course,” you sputtered out, taking in every inch of his face, his movements, his everything. “Wouldn’t miss out on our anniversary, would I?”
Fred let out a laugh. Oh, how you truly missed his laugh.
“You’re right, you always were one for punctual anniversaries.” He joked. For a moment, he did the same, drinking in you, getting so hopelessly lost that he cursed the day he died.
“Aren’t you cold?” you found yourself dumbly asking. Of course, he didn’t get cold, what a foolish thing to ask.
Fred didn’t mind, he shrugged and replied “Hard to get cold when you’re dead.”
You didn’t say anything back. Instead, you sat on the cobble bench. It suddenly became hard to breathe.
“Don’t make that face,” Fred warned.
“What face?” you asked, surprised.
“The face of grief. I’ve seen it every day I’ve been ‘ere.”
“Oh.”
“I see it all over Ginny’s face, and some over George’s, but he tries to hide it now.”
“Why can’t I make that face?” you laughed helplessly, “I am grieving.”
“I know.” he said simply, “But, it isn’t a face I’ve ever wanted to see on you.”
“I know,” you said back.
“How is George?” Fred asked, still standing, hands in his pockets. He didn’t want to ask that question, but he could tell when his twin lied.
“He’s good.”
“No, he’s not,” Fred rolled his eyes.
“No. He’s not.” you agreed, “I think… it’s been quite hard on him.”
“He always was the sensitive one,” Fred put a finger to his chin, you nearly laughed seeing that. It was always something he did when he was pretending to be pensive. It never worked.
“It’s been hard on all of us.”
“It’s been a few years.”
“Yes, but still,” you sighed. Hard wasn’t even a word to describe the feeling of losing Fred. It was beyond hard, it was excruciating.
“I think…” Fred continued to carry a facade of deep thinking, “You should have a party.”
“A party?” your lips began to curl into a smile.
“Well, you can’t all be sad all the time. What a bunch of sorry sods you must be.”
“Sorry sods?” you chuckled under your breath, “Maybe.”
“I’m just saying, if you had a party, you could mingle, and drink too much and be happy.” Fred said as a matter of factly.
“It’s difficult to be happy when you’re not there.”
Fred grew silent. Everyone always spoke about how difficult it is to move on after his death. But no one ever really asked him how he dealt with it. How he was. How he felt. It was always Fred’s job to make other’s smile, but as he walked the empty corridors he couldn’t have felt more alone.
“You know,” you began, making Fred raise his eyebrow, “Ron’s started helping out ‘round the Joke Shop.”
“Really?” Fred leaned in.
You hummed, “I think he’s going to leave the Order.”
Fred laughed, full and hearty, “He’ll destroy the shop.”
“No, he won’t!” you argued back, laughing a bit with him. “He’s doing quite well, actually.”
“Tell me more.”
The conversation, once melancholy, was filled with jokes from Fred, poking fun at his younger brother and you defending him. You spoke about your family, Fred asked if your mother still makes the sweet pumpkin pie, the one she used to send every October. Fred told you about some of the first years, and how he truly enjoys giving them a fright by poking out of the portraits when they least expect it. It was as if he were there, and you had to remind yourself… that he wasn’t.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Fred asked, almost absentmindedly.
You paused. “Something like that.”
“Oh? Tell me more.” Fred bit back the sadness that knawed at his chest. He wanted you to move on, get married, have children, do all the things that he envisioned you’d do together.
“He’s… well.”
“Well?”
You looked up at Fred. It was this moment, this reflection of glee in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks that brought tears to your eyes. It wasn’t like the heart aching sobs that your parents heard through the walls of your home. It wasn’t like the tears you shared with Molly, reminiscing on every story of Fred you had. It was quiet. Droplets rolled down your cheeks, and you were worried they’d never stop as you were sure, for a fact, that you couldn’t contain them even if you tried.
“He isn’t you.”
Words had never hurt Fred more. The pounding of the syllables and the quivering of your lip created a deep and sudden ache. Even as a ghost, a dead person, a being not of this world, he could feel the grief course through his veins, pumping through his heart, hitting his chest, hurting his toes. It’s true. It wasn’t him. And, for fucks sake, he wanted it to be. He didn’t want to die. He had just grown to accept it when he awoke as a ghost. He wanted to be there, holding you, gripping your hair in his fingers, feeling the warmth of your body. He wanted to get married and see you walk down the aisle in that dress you always fawned over. He wanted to see the silver band around his finger and feel him put your wedding ring on yours. He wanted to have children and argue about the names. He wanted to hold your child, making jokes about how they would one day ruin the world. He wanted to spend every Christmas morning, watching your numerous children ripping open the presents that “Father Christmas” had given them, as you sat in his lap enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. He wanted to warn his daughter, or daughters, about the bad men and how they should stay away from boys until they were thirty-five. He wanted to tell his boys always to make a girl smile because that’s how they will get a girl’s heart and boast about that’s how he got “your mother’s heart and soul.” He wanted to send his children off to Hogwarts, holding you as you cried watching the train leave the platform. He wanted to make fun of your growing wrinkles and he wanted you to fight back about his dad body. He wanted to live with you, grow old with you, die with you. Seeing you cry helpless tears was a bitter reminder that he was stuck. Stuck in a body that will never experience those things. Stuck in a body that is forced to do nothing but remain.
“Is he at least good-looking?” Fred choked back.
You laughed through your tears and the loneliness that Fred had experienced was nearly worth it.
“Not as handsome as you, or as cocky,” you added.
Fred nodded slowly. He sat next to you, close, but not close enough.
“I…” you wiped your cheeks with the sleeve of your coat. “I-” you meant to say that you missed him, but the words didn’t seem to follow your tongue.
“I know. Me too.” Fred smiled, his dimples portraying the sadness that he tried to hide.
You sat there, next to him, painfully, sadly, both heartbroken for the life you could’ve had. Together.
Request: Wattpad- “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”
Word Count: 414
Author: Charlotte
When you began helping Fred and George with the shop, you were pleasantly surprised by how business savvy they were, happily doing all the boring behind the scenes work in hand with the fun testing of new products. You had half expected them to pile all the boring financial work onto you as Fred’s girlfriend who was being paid mainly in kindness than galleons.
The productivity did wane with time, as was expected. The excited glow was dimming, leaving the reality of owning their own business at the forefront of everyone’s minds. They were doing their best to stay on top of the work, but as everyone did, sometimes the work dulled on for too long and you needed an escape.
You had entered the back office of the shop to pop by and say hello to your boyfriend whilst he was meant to be filing paperwork and filling in the order forms for suppliers that had meant to be sent off yesterday. When you saw the redhead, he looked as though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the quill in his hand beginning to fall from his fingertips.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
Fred’s head snapped up, excited to see you there for even a second of a break from the work he was meant to be doing.
“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here,” he beamed, opening his arms for you.
You happily obliged, plonking yourself down on his lap for a quick hug, not wanting to be getting in the way of what was needed.
“I wish you were always this happy to see me,” you laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.
Fred rolled his eyes. When you went to stand back up, having expected this to be just a flying visit, his arms tightened around you, forbidding you from escaping.
“Very funny,” you chuckled. “But I also have work to do, and this paperwork isn’t going to finish itself.”
He dramatically jutted out his lower lip, attempting to look as pathetic and pitiful as he possibly could. “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”
You offered him a sympathetic smile as you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. You pulled at his arms and escaped the embrace, only gaining a more pathetically sad expression from Fred.
“Or you could finish your work and then we can cuddle?”
Before he could argue any further, you fled the office to leave him to his work.
