angst 1. i know i’ve hurt you 2. i saw you with him 3. everything has been reminding me of you 4. i don’t want to let you go 5. i’m no good for you 6. don’t lie to me 7. you really made me believe you were mine 8. stop pushing me away 9. you haven’t even looked at me for days 10. who have you been with? 11. no one could ever take my place 12. i hate you, don’t you dare leave me 13. i just want you to be happy 14. is this it? just like that? 15. you’re lying and you know i know 16. is this the last time i’ll see your face? 17. was there ever something i could’ve done? 18. i want you back 19. i’ve been waiting for you my whole life 20. you said you’d never let me go 21. i gave you every piece of me 22. i’m not afraid of you anymore 23. i’ve learnt to live without you 24. can’t you see what you’ve done 25. please just leave me alone 26. what’s the point? 27. why do you keep bringing this up? 28. do you ever think of me while fucking her?
fluff/random 29. are you jealous? 30. please hold my hand 31. have you ever kissed anyone before? 32. are you even real? 33. you’re my person 34. stop interrupting me! 35. i have an idea 36. do you want to spend the night? 37. stay here tonight 38. you look absolutely amazing 39. i can’t sleep 40. can i kiss you now? 41. am i doing this right? 42. come cuddle 43. is that blood? 44. are we on a date right now? 45. we’re not just friends and you know it 46. i can’t breath 47. well this is awkward 48. what did you do this time? 49. that’s too sappy, you’re making me want to vomit 50. are you in detention? again?
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warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
Prompt: After being together for years, Fred develops a change of heart.
Warning: Angst, cheating, Fred being a dumbass.
Words:4.9k
Sometimes love has a weird way of working out. Some would say for the greater good but the more heartbroken bitter people of the world would say otherwise. You used to live by the cliche quote that played over millions of times in sappy romantic movies and classic books citing that if it’s meant to be, it will happen. You never truly understood what you read but you preached it nonetheless. You supposed it wasn’t until you experienced losing what was ‘yours’ that you finally understood those words, and you also changed your thoughts to begin loathing the phrase.
You spent most of your early years bathing in fairy tales and believing in the concept of true love and finding the one before your twenties. Never had you seen this process as obscure or too sudden, of course all the classic princesses were in their late teens when they found their princes, so why wouldn’t you?
To you, Fred Weasley was the living breathing knight in shining armour. He had everything a girl could dream of. Kind eyes, a soft smile, a warming heart, and a one of a kind sense of humor. Fred Weasley was the classic Prince Charming and everyone knew it. You guessed dating him you had naturally assumed you would be the one to take the shoes of Cinderella- or so that was how the story was to go.
No one ever wishes bad things for their relationship. Fred and you had been dating since your second year at Hogwarts. You’d met on the train ride home during the holidays and hit it off immediately. You kept more on the quiet end, which surprised most being a Gryffindor and all. His loud exterior and childish way put a strain on you from the start but as time drifted on, you began to appreciate his ways of life. Fred viewed life as a party rather more than a daily task and it was a new refreshing idea to you. When you date someone for five years you naturally assume you know almost everything about them. You had spent thousands of restless nights up in the Common Room chatting until sunrise about childhood memories, dreams, and fears.
You knew he loved his family more than anything, his favorite season was fall, he had a secret birthmark near the bottom of his back, and hated olives. You soaked up Fred’s words like a sponge absorbing water so when the day came when his words no longer existed, you took note.
Fred was absolutely rubbish at hiding his feelings, he was practically an open book, his face giving away everything and lately things had taken a turn. On your dates to Hogsmeade he stared out the window of The Three Broomsticks looking disinterested and humming as silence settled over. Over the holiday break at his family home Fred was locked away in his room for most of the week and only came down for food or matches of Quidditch with his brothers.
During study sessions together his nose remained buried deep in his book not daring to glance up for anything. Although during meals he was as lively as ever. He would shout down the table- no longer sitting next to you but across- and threw food with his friends laughing like a hurricane. Most of his time was spent blabbering away with Angelina Johnson and George. He seemed to be devoting much of his time to the two nowadays- understandable George but not so much for Angelina.
A jealous pang would run through your bones as you watched your boyfriend whisper in her ear during class and nudge her shoulder exchanging jokes like we had used to do. Our weekend dates ceased to exist seeing as Fred promised to help Angelina with her Quidditch skills every Saturday morning, then go to The Three Broomsticks with George for a Butterbeer. He explained it was for Gryffindor team players only but you weren’t as dumb as he sold you to be. It was obvious Angelina and you had never been the best of friends. Her high headed personality and nose to the sky demeanor turned me away the second you met but she was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. Long silk black hair all down her back. Piercing dark eyes that captivated one in an instant and a strong head. Much like Fred, she had it all.
Although the few exchanges between you two never went down well. A week ago she had ‘forgotten’ to save you a spot at the dinning table between her, Fred, and George so you were forced to take the only open seat beside a group of second years. During break, Angelina, Fred, George, Katie, and you had all planned to attend a concert to one of you mutually loved bands together. You had brought the idea to light, hoping it would stay between yourself, the twins and Katie but someone else caught wind and decided to invite themselves along. Later you heard from Katie that your boyfriend begged Angelina to tag along saying it would be more fun with more people, but your insides twitched at her confession. So the night of the concert you all got together and went out for dinner. Afterwards you walked to the venue and Angelina pulled out all the tickets. She had promised to purchase five and even offered to cover the cost. It seemed too good to be true and you were proven right when the usher scanned your tickets and the Angelina rapidly dug through her purse. She insisted the line up to enter went Fred, her, George, Katie then you and once her fake pout met your eyes it was obvious why. Prior to the date she had failed to remember your ticket and accidently left it on her counter. Although she managed to grab the other four.
Your boyfriend gave no comfort rather so walked into the venue without a second glance. George and Katie skipped the event and stayed with you against the pleas you gave urging them to go have fun. They promised that they didn’t mind but you still felt terrible. George made an oath to make it up to you and took Katie and you out for ice cream. At the end of the night you were close to positive that you had more fun with those two than the others.
That was until you met Fred and Angelina outside the concert ready to head home. Approaching the pair a weight fell on your chest. Your breathing staggered as you saw the sight. Fred was hunched over in deep laughter at a comment Angelina had made as their bodies moved closer towards each other. As you got walked over you noticed the black jacket you had gifted Fred with for his brithday wrapped around her body.
Katie gasped and sent you a warning look. George hurried ahead and struck up a conversation, hoping it would cause them to separate once they realised you were back and the split in two like the red sea. Small talk was shared as an awkwardness settled over. Fred walked towards you and went to plant a kiss to your lips but you dodged it with ease.
He backed away confused though gave up and stayed at George’s side. Breaking the ice, Katie pointed out how it was getting late and her home would be a ten minute walk in the dark for the two of you. Fred and George offered to walk you both to her place but you brushed off their offer and turned on your heel.
Since as you were heading separate paths after the concert Katie bid the others a farewell as you waved behind them and started off in the other direction.
Fred slipped from Angelina’s hold and jogged to catch up with you. You hid the sobs threatening to shine through and listened as he went over the time you two would meet the next day so he could drive you back to the Burrow. You wondered if he was still planning to head home- or if Angelina was accompanying him. Meeting George’s sunken eyes you saw Angelina hailing a taxi and squatting in. The car sped down the street and disappeared around the corner. A sigh of relief unconsciously came and you relaxed in Fred’s arms.
“Hey. Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked cautiously. You nodded solemnly and reached up to peck his cheek. Katie stood waiting for you and scoffed. Fred gazed at her then back to you.
“Are you still upset about Angelina forgetting your ticket? She really did feel awful about it, love. I did too! But I swear, I’ll make it up to you. I promise, darling.” He stated genuinely. Once again, you nodded. Katie’s hand slipped into yours and pulled you away. George shouted out a ‘goodbye’ but you were too torn to respond. You cried into Katie’s shoulder the whole walk to her home and spilled your guts over a session of rom-coms and pints of ice cream.
You ran through all the possibilities like hurdles trying to figure out where we had gone wrong. Were you overly affectionate? Did you care too much? Did you not care enough? A pathetic feeling washed over you entirely coming to the unanswered conclusion. It was one of the hardest things in the world to watch the person you love slowly slip between your fingertips to someone else. All you wanted was to receive the love you gave and you knew even that was a far off dream.
Shaking myself out of the distant thoughts you quickly threw on the nearest jacket you could find in the storm of clothes and rushed out the dorm room. Sunday mornings were your favorite time of the week. Saturday was spent standing out in the freezing cold rain until the lights had darken waiting for the match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to finish. Gryffindor had won luckily, Harry caught the snitch in the most needed moments as he seemed to be best at doing, and the party in the Gryffindor tower carried on long past the sun rising. Fred and you had been planning on going to Zonko’s early evening and swinging by Honeydukes as well for some sweets. You had ran the plans past him again the night before to which he happily verified making your insides swell with excitement.
Skipping down the winding stone steps you entered in the hug like warmth of the main hangout of the tower. The room was fairly clear for the time but you assumed most were either still in bed or already taking on the day. You scanned the room looking for Fred. In less than a minute you spotted the backside his fiery red hair poking out between students. Rushing over to him you tied your house scarf tightly around your neck and buttoned up the thick jacket ready to face the cold.
“Fred, are you ready to go?” Finally reaching him, you found Fred staring out the window of the main glass. He turned around swiftly and chuckled softly. Sighing to myself, you mentally face palmed and worked out a quick apology.
“Sorry, George. From the back there you looked like your brother.” You admitted sheepishly. George batted his hand as a sign of disregard.
“No worries, love. Happens all the time.” Ironically enough you were not one to mix up the twins. Not that you always got them straight but you knew the difference from your handsome boyfriend from his identical twin.
“Do you know where your brother is? We’re suppose to be heading out to Zonko’s for the Hogsmeade trip. I swore we agreed to meet here…” There wasn’t a single other red head in the room beside George but your eyes searched for him anyways. Harry Potter, Ron, and Seamus huddled around the skyscraper like door. They were dressed ready to face the winter air seem to attend the trip to Hogsmeade as well. You looked back to find George’s face in a set scowl, sorting through all the locations his brother could be without letting him in on it. Noticing your suppressed mood his orbs flickered over your frame.
George followed your gaze to the door and pointed over to his younger brother,
“Here, I’ll go ask Ron if he’s seen Fred around.” George placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze as if to say it would be alright. You gave him a tight smile and sat down in the red velvet chair. The setup of the Gryffindor common room was by far your favorite space inside the castle. The luscious red silk curtain flowed in the breeze shoving through the open windows encasing your bundled up self in a cold chaste kiss. You were thankful for the scarf hugging your neck that killed the shivers before they could begin.
But out of all the accessories in the homey environment, the most heart dearing had to be the gorgeous art pieces prompt against the walls. At least ten painting, large and small, were hung on the walls of the common room. All held different stories as well as different originations. Each was loved by you for numerous reasons.
A glass shattering gasp broke the silence in a sudden commotion, capturing your fleeting attention. You were in the background of the episode, standing on the outside looking in as your head whipped to the scene unfolding behind you. What you found surprised you a bit. All four boys had their ears pushed up against the door and their mouths hanging near the floor.
Hermione set her book down on the couch, curiosity poisoning her mind. Her eyes fixed on the boys who were attempting to cover their obvious incident. Hermione glanced at you wordlessly asking who should investigate first. You shook your head stiffly letting her control the situation. She pushed herself to Ron’s back and worked on moving around him. Once she broke in her actions were rash.
Her whispers were hushed as Harry informed her of what was happening. A flame sparked in her eyes and she cracked the door open and peeked out. You watched intently, almost sprinting over when she leaned up against the wood with a ghost pale demeanor.
“Oh my god.” She muttered . You stood up from her words and pivoted around the coffee table holding a handful of Quidditch magazines and coupons for sweet shops. You made a mental note to remember to cut out the bogo deal after you joined in the madness.
“Y/n, no.” Hermione shouted. You flinched in your spot taken aback by her bark. What had you done? The brown haired girl shook her head like a bobble head and directed you towards the staircase.
“I totally forgot! I uh- I needed your help!” Her hands sneaked to your shoulder and turned you around. She led you to the steps leaving you flabbergasted.
“My help? With what?” You asked breaking from her hold. Ron, Harry, and Seamus shifted awkwardly but George stood still as a statue. His eyes were glossed with sorrow and a pang of hurt.
“Planning a um, no er, homework!” Hermione giggled but you could hear the nervousness. You stepped back and sent her a feature of disbelief. What was she working so hard to hide?
“You, Hermione Granger, need my help with your school work?” You saw straight through her lie as you clenched your teeth.
“Yes and lots of it!” Hermione nodded eagerly and reached for your hand. You pulled away and glared at her. Hurt seeked the air and Hermione stepped down from the battle. Her heart thumped feverishly against her rib cage. She was lost for solution, wanting to protect you but not wanting to lie at the same time.
George walked towards you leaving the pestering door alone. He shook his head and glanced down at you with sad eyes.
“Y/n-” He stopped short and instead moved to the side, letting the pathway to the door become clear. Tilting your head up to him you waiting for a warning of some sort but he refused to meet your eyes.
Ron, Harry and Seamus glued their gaze to the ground making a weavering feeling sink in your heart.
With a shaky hand you reached out for the door and grasped the handle. Taking a moment to yourself you tried to prepare yourself for what you would find. It seemed to have dramatically shocked your friends so what effect would it have on you?
Twisting the knob to the right you swung the door open wide and examined the outer platform. Much looked normal. The staircases were moving as usual, the portraits chatting though more so whispering. Their fingers pointed towards a pair of students at the bottom of the stairwell. They were sharing a passionate kiss- well more like a messy make out session. You cringed in disgust and went to close the door. Well that was until you saw a head of red hair from the corner of your eye. Stepping back into the hall you probed the pair again, this time more closely.
The girl had faire dark skin and a smooth head of jet black hair. Her fingers roamed freely in the tall boys hair, exploring every inch undetected. She was beautiful and you recognized her immediately after a second glance. But that wasn’t what shattered your inside. What really broke you was the boy she was all over.
He kissed her with a new found love and melting aggression. He had her pushed up against the brick wall and his hand itching dangerously close under her Gryffindor shirt. Pulling back you took in the plump to his lips and the lipstick smeared across his cheek. The boy smirks devilishly then dove back in sweeping her away in another drowning kiss.
A sob choked out as your body crumbled to the floor. Your insides were crushed in a death-like grip. You knew things were going down hill but the show out in front of you was not what you were expecting.
Tears streamed like a river along your cheeks and splashed onto the denim of your jeans staining them. The two detached to search for the source of the noise. Fred Weasley dropped his hand from Angelina Johnson and look up at the open portrait and the image of his girlfriend torn into millions of unfixable shards.
“Shit…” Fred ignored Angelina’s protest for him to stay and skipped up the stone steps. He paused momentarily thinking out his actions for the first time in a month. He bent down and went to touch your shoulder but you shoved him away.
“Don’t touch me.” A eerie deadness entered in the common room. Your skin was practically crawling in disdain and repugnance. The mental image of Fred latched onto Angelina burned your memory. Her manicured fingers scraping against his skull, her mouth sewed on one to his. Tear pinched at the sockets and your chest heaved with betrayal.
Hermione and the rest inched near their designated dormitory stairs. You couldn’t blame them. Truthfully you prayed they’d make it out before the storm erupted.
Angelina’s beedy eyes shot daggers at your shaking self. Anger was bubbling above the surface and you knew the eruption was only seconds away.
She had no right to give you such an incredulous look. Had she forgotten she was the other woman? Had she failed to realize Fred was cheating on you, had spoiled a beautiful relationship, by being with her? Did she not care about the shredded loneliness you felt inside? She broke you- but most of all Fred broke you and he made no move to direct her out.
“Y/n please just hear me out. I never intended for this to happen-” The calm before the storm had ceased as your head whipped around to glare at the man you once loved. His stupid, once adorable, face seemed panicked and fearful. An expression you oh so desperately wanted to smack right off.
“What, our friends and I catching you in the act or you making out with another girl while you’re dating someone else. Five years, Fred! We’ve been together for five years!” The shriek of brokenness cut the air clean open. Trails of tears streaked your warm cheeks as an eruption of anger bubbled inside.
Your soul was empty- tainted by his scandalous actions.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I truly am but I couldn’t help it.” Fred’s voice fell an octave low, “I love her.”
His words struck you like a bolt of lightning. Your bones shook in shock, heart thumping dangerously and nerves rising.
“You what?” For a second, you held no trust in your own voice to choke out the phrase. How could things change so fast between the two of you? You studied Fred, unsure of what to think.
“I love Angelina and I have… for a long time. I’m sorry for lying to you and cheating on you but I wasn’t happy.” He explained sorrowfully. It was not hard to hear the regret filling his confession and you were an idiot to think he felt regret for falling in love with her. Fred took pity in stringing you along, not for crushing you whole.
Raking your shaky hand alongs the strands of your h//c hair, you slipped out a striking scoff.
“Then why didn’t you say something! You’ve broken my heart you asshole!”
“Y/n, it would’ve hurt either way. Just think of this as a new start! Don’t you want Fred to be happy-” Angelina freaking Johnson was the last person on the whole planet that you wanted to hear from. Just the sight of her churned your stomach and left a bitter taste in your mouth. With tear stained red eyes you pointed at her and shook your head, silencing the girl.
“You shut the hell up. You know nothing about us so stay out of this. And you-” The venom was still pouring as you turned back to Fred, “You think you were sparing my feelings? How thoughtful of you.” Sarcasm was evident as you went to leave. You felt emotionally exhausted wanting to crawl into your bed and cry yourself to sleep. Everything hurt; your head, your chest, your heart, your body, everything. It was like you had barely survived a train crash- nothing was normal anymore.
Fred’s eyes refused to meet yours, he was far too ashamed to see the sadness creeping on your face. Instead of waiting for a reply you took matters into your own hands. Pivoting on your back heel, you walked away from the pain. Every step hurt more than the one before but you couldn’t stick around to hear anymore of his excuses.
“I’ll drop your stuff off with George in the morning. Just know, I don’t ever want to speak to you again- either of you. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
Fred wasn’t sure if the last part was directed at you or the flushed girl beside him. Either way, he was crumbling like a building made of pebbles. His heart was screaming at him to follow you, to apologize and beg for your forgiveness but he knew that wouldn’t change anything. His feelings would still be the same and he owed you more than that. Cutting a beautiful soul like you from his life was going to hurt but lying to you and giving you false hope was worse. Salt in the wound, nonetheless.
“Y/n…”
“Don’t. You made our friends play in your little games and have ruined any happy memory we ever made. You mean nothing to me and I hope one day someone breaks your heart like you have mine.” You shot back. Sure, it was harsh. Who could blame you?
“And you-” A deadly finger pointed at the group of your supposed friends, “You are all just as bad as him. I bet the lot of you are enjoying the embarrassment I’m facing because of this. What kind of friends are you?” The words cut like freshly sharpened daggers, tearing through their flesh and bones.
Not giving the pair another second of your time, you exited the room promptly with a hole in your heart. You silently passed by your so-called friends that helped cover for your cheating boyfriend- ex boyfriend. They sent a glance of pity, not that it helped ease the damage. Friends don’t lie and that was exactly what they did to you. Shaking your head, you left the scene and locked yourself away in your dorm room creating wet tear stains on your pillow case.
In your absence, the group shared a knowing look of guilt, the weight of their actions finally settling in. Their motive was never to see you hurt, but somehow along the way, they lost sight of that. At that moment, George couldn’t bring himself to meet the gaze of his twin flame. His chest felt tight from the pain he casted second hand on you. There were so many chances he had to fill you in on the rendezvous his brother and Angelina were partaking in, so why didn’t he?
Part of George, and the rest of the group, knew they did it to protect Fred. In doing so, they destroyed you. It was a lose-lose situation and no one came out looking dapper.
Hermione rushed after you, ignoring the calls of her friends. Out of your friends, Hermione held the most culpability in herself. In her eyes, she played her hand in causing you pain and she had never felt less of a woman than in those moments of realization. Why hadn’t she told you sooner? She knew her duties as a best friend and completely disregarded them in order to keep another friend safe. Her stomach was twisted in tight coils as she dashed up the girl’s dormitory stairs in search of you.
Much like yourself, Fred spent the night with tear stained cheeks and a broken heart for hurting someone so innocent as yourself that showed him nothing but love and kindness.
When the sun broke through the curtains that next morning, nothing felt normal. Your eyes cracked open from the warm ray of sun shining in from the window and cascading over your frame. Not even the mountain of blankets you slept under could bring you warmth and comfort, it was all snatched away from you without so much as a warning.
Sleep was ignored until the early hours of the morning as you spent a rather large sum of the night sobbing on your roommates shoulder as she consoled you. Katie had her suspicions on the pair, unlike your other friends, she never hesitated to vocalize her distain towards the ‘friendship’ between Fred and Angelina. Practically dating your ex boyfriend’s twin had put her in a difficult position on when to speak up. As she held you crying form as the two of you laid together in her bed, the answer was clear. Protecting Fred never came close to protecting you. Katie only wished she’d been there to witness the chaos so she could deliver a swift punch to the both of them.
The night finally ended with Katie dragging your body to your side of the room, and cuddling until you fell asleep. Although she’d never admit it to you, seeing as you were the one in need of support, her heart hurt for many reasons. One, you were her closest friend, nearly a sister at this point and it hurt her to see you so broken. The other reasoning fell upon her budding relationship with George Weasley. It enraged her to know George was aware of this and failed to inform her as well. It was likely he knew Katie would rat Fred out the second she heard, but the surge of hurt that coarse through her body was unable to feel sympathy for any soul that played a role in lying to her friend.
The alarm clock on the nightstand read eleven and with the crying session you performed the night prior, it was no surprise your mind longed for the extra hours of rest. The thought crossed your mind, maybe it was all some sort of sick nightmare? Maybe you’d made the whole thing up? Although the small white parchment sticking out from under your door said different.
A small part of you hoped it was Fred who had left the note. Of course a written apology was nowhere near enough, but you still held out. Sadly, the blue ink held a different story as you realized it had been Hermione who wrote out to you. She tried to string together the perfect words to ease your distress, found the perfect phrases to comfort a friend going through heartbreak, though it all felt fraudulent.
She ended the letter explaining how ‘messed up’ Fred was after you had stormed out, and how he was willing to do whatever it would take to win her back- as a friend that is. In the same sentence, she expressed her disdain and frustration at your ex for what he did to you. As your friend, you scoffed at her words as she shamelessly attempted to lighten the anger you were experiencing towards Fred. It was clear she meant her words to bring you consolation and solace, but fell immensely short in meaning.
You refused to be like the other girls you watched who would crawl back pride-less to their cheating boyfriends, begging them to take them back. Especially to a man who publicly declared he wasn’t in love with you anymore, and in front of your shared friends too. It wasn’t the type of girl you were. The love you held for Fred burned passionately, though the events of the previous night diminished that flame and you weren’t ready to relight it.
The connection you obtained through your friendships were a bit different. Your anger was still large and atbay, however, you were willing to hear them out and at least see if there was a possibility for rebuilding your trust in your friends. Time was the magical key to this process and all you desired was to turn that key and jump forward a year. That’s the shitty part about life, and heartbreak. There is no way to speed the healing time, no remedy for the aches inside of you, and no instant gratification of love from the person who so casually tore your heart into shreds. Time would tell, and that was all you could do, wait.
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.
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.
: 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.
