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[onlyfreds]

Pretend | F.W.

Title: Pretend

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: When Cormac won’t stop bothering Y/N, Fred comes to her rescue.

A/N: This is for “Day 3” of @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: fake dating and the prompt: “did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Cormac! How many times have I told you to leave me alone?!” I said, walking away as fast as I could from the boisterous and obnoxious Gryffindor.

“Come on L/N!” He said, standing in front of me, trying to block my path, “I know you find me irresistible.”

I rolled my eyes as I tried to swerve away from him, “No. I don’t. I actually find you very resistible.”

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, “We both know that’s not true. So, stop playing hard to get.”

I tried to pry my wrist from his grasp, but it was too strong, “Cormac! I’m not interested so can you just please let me go!”

A force suddenly pushed Cormac back, causing him to let go of my wrist as a voice said, “Didn’t you hear her mate? She told you to let go!”

I turned to see my best friend (and long time crush), Fred Weasley, my savior.

His jaw was clenched, his hands were balling into fists. His glare shot fire at Cormac. Fred looked like he was ready to take him down in a fight.

Cormac shot a glare at Fred, which looked quite funny since he was a lot shorter than Fred, “What do you think you’re playing at? This is none of your business!”

Fred towered over him, “This is exactly my business!” He said as he rested his arm around my shoulders, “Especially if you’re harassing my girl.”

Cormac’s eyes widened in shock as he slowly backed away, “S-sorry mate. I didn’t know.”

Once Cormac was gone, Fred and I started to make our way to the common room.

“Thank you.” I said, “For coming to my rescue.”

He chuckled, keeping his arm around me, “Of course. Anything for the princess.”

I smiled, “So, my girl huh?”

He shrugged, “Just thought that if that git thinks you had a boyfriend, then he’d stop. How long has he been doing that anyway?”

“About a couple of weeks.” I said.

“Blimey Y/N!” He said, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

I gave him a small smile, “I thought that I could handle it. Didn’t know that he’d get that bad.”

I saw his eyes sparkle at an idea, “I’m listening.”

He started to explain, “So, if Cormac thinks that I’m your boyfriend, then he’ll stop bothering you. We just have to keep up the act long enough until he completely forgets about you and finds someone new to bother.”

I nodded, “That sounds like a great idea. So, when do we start?”

Fred pressed a kiss to my cheek, “Why don’t we start now?” He said, nodding towards the direction where Cormac was glaring daggers at Fred and I.

—

“Good morning guys!” I greeted as I sat down in between the twins.

It had been two months ever since Fred and I first made arrangements to fake date. And things were running as smoothly as they can be.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Fred greeted with a kiss before handing me a small bouquet of y/f/f.

“Freddie,” I said with a small smile, “Thank you. But, you didn’t need to do this.”

He grinned, “But, I wanted to. Don’t worry about it.”

We had agreed not to tell anyone about the fact that we were fake dating because news and gossip traveled around Hogwarts faster than the Firebolt. So, everyone thought that we were genuinely dating. They had said, and I quote, “It was about time.”

Truth be told, I never want this “arrangement” to end. Because, I know in my heart that I’ll never be able to have Fred as my boyfriend. Fake dating him was the closest thing I could get to that.

“Something going on in that pretty head of yours love?” Fred asked, keeping his arm around me as we walked along the courtyard.

“Nothing important.” I reassured him.

“Do you think Cormac has already gotten over me?” I asked.

He hesitantly nodded, “Yeah. He barely even looks at you anymore.”

“So, should we-“

“But.” He cut me off, “We should keep this up for a week or two. Just to make sure.”

—

Both of us were hanging out in the common room, it was half past 12. I was finishing up an essay for Transfiguration. And Fred was, well, soundly sleeping beside me.

I was on my closing paragraph when Fred started to talk in his sleep.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” He seemed to be pleading, “Please don’t leave me. I love you. I really do. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. Please, I’m begging you. I’d do anything for you. I’d do everything for you. I don’t want to keep pretending anymore. I want what we have right now to be real. Please don’t leave me.”

I shook his shoulder gently, “Freddie. Freddie. Wake up! You’re having a nightmare.”

Fred’s eyes opened as he shot up from his relaxed position, his breathing quite fast.

“You were having a nightmare.” I said, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, catching his breath, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Oh, and did you know that you talk in your sleep?” I added.

He suddenly turned pale, “W-what did I say?”

I shrugged, “That you loved me ever since we were kids and you didn’t want me to leave you. But, I’m pretty sure that’s not true and you may be talking about someone else and-“

I was suddenly interrupted when he crashed our lips together, causing the parchment in my lap to fall onto the floor, forgotten.

Fred cupped my face in his hands, “All of it was true. I never loved someone as much as I loved you. So, can we stop fake dating and date for real?” He asked.

I smiled, “I would love that.”

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[packmentalityx]

Diversions

pairing • fred weasley x reader

prompts • weddings, “you look like you need a hug”

warnings • post war a!u (aka fred’s not dead), semi-angst, sexual tension

a/n • not even the least bit proofread and the first thing I’ve written in years

word count • 1.3k

It was the promise of being a part of your best friend’s big day that pulled you away from work in America. The Magical Congress of the United States was under new management right as your internship was ending. Which in turn meant almost every unwanted task found its way onto your shoulders. It wasn’t until a few days ago you were even able to tell George you were going to make it.

George and Angelina swung each other around like children in the middle, stars in their eyes and breathless giggles slipping past their lips. It was like a scene from a movie. Everyone watched as the pair lost themselves in a world of their own.

As they slowed to a stop George pulled her into a deep kiss and the music was drowned out by cheers. His brothers all whistled and howled at the sight causing everyone to burst into laughter.

You made your way to the drink table as the music switched to a much more intimate tune. There were a few others that had your idea of looking busy as they crowded the table. You waited patiently, your thumb tracing the rim of your glass as you looked around. It didn’t take long to take notice of the older twin sitting haphazardly in his seat with an anguished expression. An odd sight. One you didn’t like to see.

Once you had managed to fill your cup you snatched a bottle of fire whiskey and slipped away quickly. You made your way through the tent to Fred. “You look like you need a hug.” You mused with a warm smile as you sat in an empty seat next to him.

Fred looked up at the sound of your voice, slightly startled by your presence. One of his classic grins enveloped his face as he turned in his seat to take you in. “You made it!” He noted with excitement. A perfect distraction from his introspection.

“I’ve been here the whole time.” You countered as you handed him the bottle.

His brows furrowed for a moment as he tried to think. Surely he would have seen you before now. There were plenty in attendance but still, it was you. “I must have been in my head.” He dismissed it as he took the bottle.

“Seems as such.” You agreed, fixing the way the soft fabric of your dress laid against your legs. He observed your movements as he topped off his glass. “I suspect it wasn’t as celebratory as they should be, the thoughts?”

An unbothered expression shielded his truth from your question. His broad shoulders lifted in a shrug and he took a long sip of his whiskey. Fred was beyond happy for his twin. He always knew this day would come for both of them but it didn’t feel like he thought it would.

George and Angelina had been together for a few years now and not once did it ever feel like she was stealing him. But today, that was all that floated around Fred’s mind. That and the pit in his stomach that threatened to swallow him whole if he let his mind wander too far on the topic.

He had been so busy running the store and helping them plan the wedding that he never had time to stop and think. What happened after this? Surely they wouldn’t want to share a flat above the store anymore. They’d have more important things to do.

It seemed he had just started to fit the pieces back together after the war. Slowly feeling whole. And as he looked back at everything it became clear the only reason was because of them. What if when he let them go everything fell apart?

“I’m thrilled for them! That’s my George, getting the girl. A marvelous one at that.” He admitted, a genuine smile gracing his freckled features. His big brown eyes finding his brother in the crowd easily.

You stayed quiet for a moment, hoping that would encourage him to keep talking. It was Fred though, not George who would have happily spilled his feelings. Before you could open your mouth to egg him on he jumped to his feet. He discarded his glass onto the table and offered a calloused hand for you. “Come on, I want at least one dance before you disappear again.”

“I told myself I wasn’t going to slow dance with anyone.” You stated, which was true.

“Good thing I’m not just anyone.” He challenged with a sly wink. Again, very true. The Fred you know so well making an appearance.

A flush washed over your cheeks as you slipped your hand into his. His thumb ran over your skin, almost losing himself in his thoughts. These being much more exhilarating than the daunting ones before you found him.

In a matter of seconds he had whisked you away to dance. His hands rested respectfully on your waist as you swayed yet somehow it still managed to excite you. The way he could do something so mundane and elicit such feelings in you was frustrating. You shifted slightly, resting your head on his chest for comfort, your fingers intertwined in his hair.

His breath hitched as you moved closer, yet it seemed so natural. His chin perched gently on top of your head. “I miss this.” He sighed with content.

“Miss what?” You questioned, it wasn’t like the pair of you had done this many times before. In fact the last time you were dance partners was in McGonagall's class. Which was a far more tragic scene than this one.

“You.” Fred mused, making you pull away slightly. Your eyes met his in search of the reasoning behind his revelation. He chuckled at your actions, the small scrunch of your face pleasing him. “I think everyone would agree.” Fred pointed out, his hand grasping yours as he pulled away to spin you. His eyes never left you as your hair and dress floated around you mid-spin.

“I know, I’ve thought about coming back.” You spoke honestly, settling back into his arms. “Hermione has been begging me to take a spot in her department at the Ministry. I just… I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m waiting for. It’s not like I’ll get any signs telling me it’s the right decision.” A small rant slipping out.

Fred nodded as you spoke, his hands slipping a little lower than before as he played with the fabric of your dress. The alcohol running through his veins keeping him zealous. “Well,” He started, dipping you backwards with ease. A gasp leaving your lips as you held him tight. “I can give you a reason to stay, maybe two.” His tone husky. The fire whisky on his breath warming your cheeks.

With the final notes of the song he returned you both upright but his face remained mere inches away. Your eyes flickered between his deviant stare and soft looking lips. This was a side of Fred you had seen but never experienced. This was the Fred that lived in your dreams.

You bit your bottom lip and pressed your forehead against his, your eyes tightly shut. Your hands fell from behind his neck and rested on his chest. “Fred…”

His grip tightened on your hips, making you squirm. You knew if anything this was just a distraction for him, likely to end disastrous for you. But it was bound to be salacious. How could you say no?

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[robincantfunction]

Fake it till you make it ✰ F.W x reader

day 3 of @theweasleyslut's writing challenge

requested: yes/no

trope: fake dating

prompt: "did you know you talk in your sleep"

summary: fred and y/n have been "dating" for a while. both inevitably catch feelings; but y/n talks in her sleep and possibly let's slip her true feelings

warnings: swearing, a suggestive comment if you squint, fluff

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☆y/n's pov☆

"did you know you talk in your sleep?" fred said to me, we've been 'fake dating' for longer than i'm proud to admit, but recently it's been feeling less and less fake. and recently we've been sharing a bed, his bed and in his dorm, to be more specific... we wanted to make it more believable to george and lee, and maybe even ourselves. we started 'dating' because of some stupid bet, i think. if i'm being honest i can't quite remember why we are where we are, but everyday it become more and more real. and more and more tricky to run from. "no? what do i say" i responded, finally snapping out of my thoughts "well it's different every night. a couple days ago you were complaining about penguins" he chuckled, i was a little embarrassed, hoping i didn't say anything about him... i have developed a bit of a crush on my 'boyfriend'. "oh really? penguins? why the fuck do i talk about penguins?" he just kept chuckling "i have no clue y/n i was hoping you could answer that" he paused "you know what else you talk about?" i looked at him puzzled for a moment, and then he continued "someone. someone you love. you never say his name, but it's always the same. you talk about him like he's the only person in your world, like he lights up your life... and" he paused again "i can't help but wonder if our little, how do i put this, arrangement" he chuckled awkwardly "is holding you back from the person you actually like" he smiled softly, and then i sighed, a little relieved "no. i'm quite comfortable here you know" i said as i leant my head in his shoulder "oh really. so this mystery boy isn't missing out?" i looked up at him "i'm sure he'll manage without my awesomeness". he looked at me somewhat seriously "aren't you ever gonna tell him how you feel?" my smiled faded slightly, but before i could say anything george entered the room.

"why hello love birds" he chuckled and i turned to peck fred on the cheek "goodbye idiot bitch boys" i smiled cheekily "i love you y/n" he said "love you too freddie" and i kissed him. although we were never awkward about it, i just hoped it meant to him what it meant to me. "i'm off, see you later" and with that, i went back to my dorm to study for a bit, i could never focus in fred's room. he was distracting, to say the least.

☆freds pov ☆

as she left i was slightly sad, i really wanted to finish our conversation. as much as i genuinely liked her, i didn't want to be the cause of her not being with the person she loves. "so things are going well with you two?" i put on a smile and looked up at him "yeah... it's good" i trailed off. i feel as though george figured out we weren't actually together, but he never said anything. he just went along with it, but if he did know it was fake, he could tell how i felt about her. it sounds cheesy in my head but i just wish she'd realise. and i just wish that i was the one she talks about in her sleep. "george i really like her, but what if i'm holding her back from... other people she may like more" he just gave a small smile “trust me she is very into you so just be quiet, you have the girl don't ya? i don't see why you have your panties in a twist honestly" how do i put this? ‘because i dont actually have the girl-’ i just put on yet another fake smile. god i hate faking everything. “freddie, just trust me on this one. when she comes back from studying... talk to her! this is clearly bugging you. y/n will understand, she’s human too. and probably feels the same” and with that he left. ok. ok. today, today is the day i tell her that i do actually love her. that i actually do have feelings for her. this seems like a terrible plan, but im going to do this, im going to have a real conversation with her about my feelings.

when she came back we were luckily the only ones in the room, so we could talk. “hey love. can we talk?” she looked a little worried, but made a joke about it none the less “are you breaking up with me” she touched her heart, as if she was hurt. god she was such a dork. “no... unless you want to?” i definetly dont sound desperate “freddie i’ve already told you” she walked towards me “im very comfortable. right. here” and then she kissed me. we have picked up a habit of kissing even when  we’re alone, it’s like we’re a couple... but we’re not. are we? i don’t know. 

☆y/n's pov☆

ok i’m gonna tell him. “and the other guy? the last thing i’d ever want to do is prevent your happiness y/n.” he’s quite thick when he wants to be- so like all of the time “there isn’t another guy freddie” he gave me a look, like he wanted to connect the dots but he didn’t want to, i dont know, get it wrong? “what do you mean there isn’t another guy? i know you talk a lot of wacky shit when you’re asleep, but i can tell that wasnt-” and i cut him off with a kiss. it’s actually quite effective “just be quiet you idiot. i like you. love you? maybe. yeah, no, yeah i love you” he looked a little taken aback. please don’t hate me, please don’t hate me. “i love you too” i sighed in relief, thank god. and just as we had our first properly real make out session a certain idiot walked in and wolf whistled “fuck off george” we both said, laughing “take it that conversation went well” he winked and i flipped him off “nope. actually i’ve decided due to the constant appearance of a certain red head who looks uncannily similar to my boyfriend, i will be permanently terminating myself from existence” i smiled sweetly at him. “you love me really y/n”

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2k writing challenge update!

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I know that most of you already have all seven fics out which is AMAZING & I thank you, but for anyone who still has some they’re working on, I’ll be extending the deadline out a week!

The deadline will now be July 17th instead of july 11th.

Also, I do have a masterlist started with all of the fics that have been posted thus far, and I’m hoping to get it out soon! Maybe hopefully tonight if I get on my laptop?! Regardless, it will be out soon & I thank all of you SO MUCH for participating in the writing challenge ♡

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[freddie-weaselbee]

Someone Blue//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Slight language, angst, a lot of confusion, fluffy ending

Summary: Fred spots a familiar face at his brother’s wedding, and has a sinking suspicion about why she’s acting so upset during this time of celebration. 

Prompts: Enemies to Lovers (kind of) and Weddings with the dialogue prompts “you look like you need a hug” and “did you need something?”

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Day 1 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge 

Angelina looked absolutely ethereal, skin glowing in the shimmering lights as she glided across the grass as if it was a ballroom floor. Her white dress was slightly stained, mostly from when her now husband tackled her to the ground after their first kiss as a married couple, and yet it only made her seem all the more angelic. 

George’s feet seemed to never touch the ground. He was moving at record speeds, prancing and hopping and skipping around the dance floor, dragging his wife along with him. It was the most joyful Fred had ever seen him. 

Not when they left Hogwarts, not when they opened their shop, not even when Angelina said yes to the proposal could have compared to the happiness on George’s face. Nor Angelina’s. They were in a pure state of bliss. 

The rest of the wedding-goers seemed to match their energy. Fred couldn’t go anywhere without being bombarded with drunken laughs and horrid dancing, and the occasional congratulations or two from some tipsy guests who didn’t know that the man they were talking to wasn’t the groom. 

All in all, it was an amazing night. The field behind the burrow had become a traditional wedding venue for the growing Weasley children, so far hosting Bill, Percy, Ron, and now George’s days to remember. The tents and lights were all set up as they were with Bill and Fleur’s wedding, except this time there was no risk of Death Eaters ruining the event. Hopefully. 

However, while making his way around to talk to (and flirt with) the guests, Fred happened to notice one person who did not fit the overzealous tone. Well, he didn’t really happen to notice. Rather he’d been staring at her throughout the entire night, watching her somber mood break through her happy façade. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. 

You were standing by yourself, but you weren’t secluded from the action. Rather, you were right in the middle of things, on the very edge of the dance floor, staring out at the masses of bodies swinging their partners around. Your arms were crossed over your chest, a defensive position that Fred had seen so many times in you before. 

He turned away and tried to ignore it. It wasn’t any of his business if you were upset. The two of you were barely even friends anymore. You had cut him out of your life so many years ago and never looked back. To this day, Fred still didn’t know why, and it killed him. 

He wanted to walk away. To go the other direction toward a beautiful guest wearing a flowing red dress, hair done up perfectly. The stranger would be the smart choice. A fun way to spend the evening, dancing around and snogging under moonlit trees. But, against his better judgement, Fred’s heart wouldn't let him leave. 

Sighing, Fred lifted his feet and made his way in the other direction, to the girl who couldn’t care less about him. 

You stood unmoving, except for a subtle sway to the music. People brushed by you, but you paid them no mind. You were too focused on something else. As Fred drew nearer, he was able to follow your line of sight to the people in question. The newlyweds. 

Fred bristled before softening slightly. Of course. This must be about George. Back at Hogwarts, Fred was positive you had the biggest crush on his brother. You were always tagging along with their jokes, even when they got you into huge trouble. You definitely spent more time alone with George than Fred, sharing whispers and stares at the expense of the older twin. He could never get George to break and tell him what you two talked about. George even took you to the Yule Ball in your 6th year. You had never looked as radiant as you did that night, except for maybe this moment. Fred wished he had asked you to dance at the ball, but he never worked up the courage to. He didn’t want you to internally grimace at the thought of dancing with the “lesser” Weasley twin when George was right there. 

In his recollection of memories, Fred hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten to you, and how you were no longer gazing at the couple dancing. You were now staring at him. 

“Did you need something?”

Fred was shaken out of his imagination, met with an annoyed glare but soft smile coming from you. His surprise was immediately replaced with his signature cocky grin, leaning his hand onto one of the wedding tables while keeping his gaze on you. Unfortunately, his hand accidentally dipped into a wine glass, but he quickly pulled it out and hoped you didn’t notice. You did. 

“Well, that’s not a very nice way to greet one of your oldest friends, now is it?” Fred wiped his wine-covered hand on his suit pants and slipped it into his pocket, pretending to be unbothered by his previous mistake. 

You turned your eyes away from him, once again gluing them to the dance floor. “I think it’s fitting, seeing as how you were creepily staring at me for about 5 minutes before I said something.”

Fred’s ears grew pink at the accusation. “I, umm, I didn’t realize it was that long. Or that you noticed. Sorry.” He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to glance around at other guests who might interest him more. 

“You still haven’t answered me.”

Fred cocked his head to the side in question. 

“Why’d you come over here? Was there something you needed?”

“Ah, yes well,” Fred began smoothly, “I saw this darling beauty from across the tent and I just could not take my eyes off of her--”

“Fred,” you interrupted. You were looking at him again, your gaze piercing through him, forcing him to tell you the truth, to tell you everything about him. His fears, his hopes and dreams, what he had for breakfast this morning. He wanted to tell you it all. 

“The truth, please.”

Clearing his throat, and his mind of whatever thoughts just plagued him, Fred decided to be honest. You deserved that much. 

“You look like you need a hug,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. 

Evidently, those were not the words you were expecting to hear. You were prepared with about a dozen quips to say in response to whatever cocky joke Fred was about to make. But he didn’t, and nothing could have prepared you for what he did say. 

“I--I need a what?”

“Sorry, have you lost your hearing or was I not loud enough? It’s definitely not the second; you’ve told me on numerous occasions that I have the biggest mouth of anyone you know.”

There it was. But it still made you giggle, relaxing and gravitating closer to your companion. 

“I heard you,” you said, “just wasn’t expecting that from you, I guess.”

Fred took a half step closer, visibly glad when you didn’t move away. “Wasn’t expecting me to have noticed your behavior, or wasn’t expecting me to care if I did?”

It took you a few seconds to respond. “Both.”

He let out a sound of understanding before you both averted your eyes, looking straight ahead. Occasionally, Fred would try to look at you using his peripheral vision, and you would do the same. It became a kind of game--just an awkward back and forth between two people who used to be so close, and were now so far apart.

You game ended when one of the wedding guests decided to clink their glass, beginning a chorus of high pitched chimes to echo throughout the room. You watched as George turned to find Angelina, running to her to give her a kiss so full of love and passion that it took everything Fred had not to shout out a joke and ruin the moment. He could do that next time. 

He noticed you stiffen at the kiss, presumably because it was just another reminder of what you couldn’t have. George. 

“You know, I always wanted to be a Weasley.”

Fred was surprised that you had spoken to him, and even more surprised about the turn the conversation had taken. 

“I grew up with you guys,” you continued, not waiting for Fred to respond. “Molly was like my second mother, even though she always liked Hermione and Harry a bit more than me.”

“Join the club,” said Fred, causing you to laugh loudly, a sound he hadn’t heard from you in ages. Godric, how he had missed it.

“It’s just…” you trailed off, not knowing if you wanted to be open with Fred, someone you hadn’t spoken to in years. Chances were, you wouldn’t keep in touch much after the wedding, so you might as well. What was there to lose? “It’s just...seeing Angelina, one of my best friends, dance around, wearing that ring, getting to be an actual Weasley. It’s...it’s making me a wee bit jealous.”

Fred watched you fidget with a bracelet on your wrist and decided to push his luck just a bit more. “And you’re wishing that it could be you wearing the ring, married to a certain Weasley gentleman?”

The shock was evident in your expression. “No, no, it’s not--I mean I never…” Sighing, you decided to come clean. “Yeah, I’ve maybe been harboring feelings for a certain twin for, oh I don’t know, my entire life. No biggie though, it’s totally fine that he never asked me out.”

The ginger beside you threw an arm around your shoulder, handing you a glass of wine in the process. “Drink. It makes everything better.”

You glared at him, but took the glass anyways, chugging it down in a few large gulps. “Another, please,” you demanded, and Fred obliged. 

You started to ease into Fred’s side, as soft and comforting as you remembered it to be, before realizing exactly what it was you were doing. “Fred, can I ask you something?”

“‘Course. You can ask me anything.” The absolute last thing Fred wanted to be doing at the moment was talking about your undying love for his twin brother, at his wedding no less, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. Not seeing you for so long had had a harsher effect on him than he thought, and he didn’t want to leave your side. 

Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, you asked him the question that had been plaguing your mind for years. The one that ate you from the inside out and kept you tossing and turning at night. The reason you had to separate yourself from your love in the first place. “Why am I not good enough?”

Your voice broke a tiny bit, but a lot less than you had been expecting. A tear did happen to slip out, and Fred quickly wiped it away, his fingertip resting on your cheek for a moment too long. 

“Y/N, love, come here.” Fred pulled you into that hug he had talked about earlier, holding you closely to his chest. If he thought you were going to appreciate the gesture, he was wrong. You pushed him away softly, refusing to let any more tears fall. 

“I’m serious, Fred. W-Why am I not good enough? I’ve made it clear for years and yet...nothing. And not even a simple rejection. I could’ve handled that, y’know. If I got a simple no, I could’ve handled it and moved on. But I never did, and it’s killing me. Why am I not good enough?”

It killed Fred to see you this upset, and it hurt him even more to see that the anger was directed at him and not at George. It was his brother that broke your heart after all, not him. “You are good enough!” Fred said, with enough truth and force that a little part of you believed it. “You’re, you’re too good! You’ve been by our side from the beginning and haven’t left it since. Well, we haven’t seen you in years, but that’s probably because of--”

You nodded, confirming what he thought. Your heartbreak had driven you away. 

“But other than that,” he continued, “you’ve been like my third arm. Any guy would be crazy to give you up, you know that?”

 A tiny smile grew on your face, but was gone as soon as it had arrived. “The timing...the timing was just all wrong, wasn’t it?” you asked. 

Fred nodded, watching his brother and his wife greet guests and take pictures that were sure to be on the mantle in the burrow as soon as the wedding was over. “Yeah, I guess so. The prick should’ve asked you out sooner.”

“Oh I agree wholeheartedly, he is a prick,” you said, poking his arm, a gesture that slightly confused him. “So, I’m guessing there’s no chance of anything happening now? No sliver of hope that maybe this could work out?”

He hated that he would be the one to crush your dreams, but he couldn’t let you keep living in false hope. “Well,” he said, “the wedding bands are on and they both said ‘I do.’ Kind of hard to come back from that. I’m sorry.”

You froze, now more befuddled than you had been all night. “I...what?”

Before Fred could say anything you reached to grab his left hand, checking his ring finger for something you knew wasn’t there, but you had to be sure. 

“Wedding bands? What in the world do you--” Realization hit you like a brick, and you wanted to slap yourself. Or Fred. Either one. But preferably the latter. 

“Frederick, my dear love, who do you think we have been talking about this whole time?” you asked, voice genuine but also teasing. 

Fred didn’t know what you all of a sudden found so amusing, but he was already doubting himself and he didn’t want you to make fun of him for whatever he had done wrong. 

“Umm, well you said a Weasley, and then you said a Weasley twin. So I thought the answer was obvious.”

“Say it,” you demanded. “Who have we been talking about? Who am I in love with after years of unrequited feelings?”

He felt like he was walking into a trap, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He hesitated for a few seconds before your searing gaze forced him to answer. “George. We’re talking about my brother George.”

No sooner had his words left his mouth than your hand came up to slap his head. “You idiot! Are you serious right now?”

Fred stood flabbergasted, racking his brain for who else you could have been talking about. George was a Weasley twin. You said you were in love with a Weasley twin. Who else was there?

“It’s you, you big oaf!”

Oh. OH! There were two Weasley twins, and he was one of them. Which meant…

“You’re in love with me?!”

By this point, heads were turned to watch the scene and people were not-so-subtly whispering to their partners. 

You dragged a still surprised Fred through the crowd and out of the tents, finding a secluded enough area where you could talk. 

Fred’s brain had still not been caught up. “It’s me? You’re in love with me? But, but what about George?”

You furrowed your brow, wondering how Fred could have so easily mistaken your feelings for him as those for another. “What about George?”

“You’re in love with him!”

“I most definitely am not!”

“The Yule Ball!” he spat out. “You went to the Yule Ball with him when we were 16!”

“Yes,” you said calmly, “and you went with Angelina, but I don’t see you two getting married. We went as friends and I talked to him about you the entire night. In fact, most of the time when we hung out I was talking about you. Made him swear not to tell though. I was never good about expressing my feelings.”

Fred put a hand to his head, a growing throb threatening to overtake his senses. “But why were you so sad tonight? You wanted to marry George!”

“No,” you said patiently. “I was sad because Angelina and George’s relationship worked out the way I was wishing one between you and I had. They fell in love during school, dated a few years later, and now she’s a part of your family. I wasn’t wishing it was just me out there with your brother. I was wishing that it was our wedding.”

You blushed heavily and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your bluntness about your feelings. “Oh, Godric, I shouldn’t have said that, now it’s more awkward. I, umm, I should probably get going.”

Fred grabbed your wrist before you could leave, pulling you into his chest. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he gazed down at your muddled expression. 

“It’s me. I’m the one you love.”

He said it as more of a declaration rather than a question, but you could tell that he needed confirmation. 

“Of course, Freddie,” you said. “It’s always been you.”

His hand wasted no time in going to the back of your head, pulling your face into his and melding your lips together in your first kiss with Fred Weasley. After the shock wore off, you were hastily kissing him back, hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t pull back and proclaim what a stupid mistake this all was. But he never did. You kissed and kissed and kissed until you were the one who had to pull back in order to catch your breath. 

It took you both a few seconds to realize what had just happened, and for the first time you both were at a loss for words. “That was, umm…” you mumbled, trying to think of what to say. 

“I love you too.”

Fred’s words were rushed out of his mouth, voice deep ragged. “I mean, when you said it was me, not George, that you loved. I, well, I love you too. Always have. Guess I just thought that you had a thing for George and I had no chance. Pretty silly of me, huh?”

“Downright stupid of you,” you replied, giggling as he pushed you away with a bashful smile gracing his lips. 

“So,” he said quietly, inching closer to you once again, “is there a chance of anything happening now?” Fred repeated the words you had said earlier, making you smile wider than you had all night. 

“Depends,” you said. “Are you gonna get the courage to ask me out?”

Fred waited for a moment before answering. “How about,” he said, offering his arm out for you to link with yours, “we have that dance we never got at the Yule Ball. And then that date we never got after, and then that relationship we never got as well. Oh! And then that wedding, and then a dog, maybe a few kids, a big house in the country--”

“Woahhh, slow down buddy, you haven’t ever properly asked me!”

You took his arm and made your way back to where the music continued to blare and festivities raged on. 

“Y/N, love, may I have this dance?”

You pushed a strand of hair from his face, ruffling it up a little to give it that signature Fred Weasley style. 

“Of course, Freddie. And every dance after that.”

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[sunrisefairy]

wow fairy gang, there’s 2k of you?? thank you so much for all the support and love you give me. i really do appreciate it all. in honour of this milestone i’m going to be hosting a writing challenge because i’m a wh*re for reading fics

rules - please read before entering

you don’t have to be following me to participate but it would be nice 

i mainly read for the HP fandom but in saying that i’m open for you to write for other fandoms just let me know who!

any pairing is fine just no incest, underage sex, non-con, self-harm, depression, suicide, ed, sa

no limit on how many prompts and multiple accounts can choose the same prompt 

just send me an ask with the prompts you’d like to use and what pairing so i can keep track

smut is allowed as long as you’re 18+ and please make sure to add the appropriate warnings and tags

deadline is the 12th of September (this is merely a guide, if you need longer totally fine)

tag me in your writing and use #sunrisefairy2k that way i can track them all and repost!

prompts below the cut baby 

general

1) “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” @daisycinema @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor @gryffinclaw-imagines​ @horrorxweasley​

2)  “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-“ “You are literally bleeding.”

3) “Why is there a deer in the room?”

4) “I didn’t know where else to go.” @fatherbarnes​

5) “You’re who they warned me about.” @slytherclaw1978​

6) “You’re a bad liar did you know?” @gryffindors-weasley​​ 

7) “Ha, your dream guy/girl kinda sounds like me.” @daisycinema​​ @laceycallisto​​

angst 

1) “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.” @propinquify​ @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor​

2) “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

3) “You broke me.” @slytherclaw1978​

4) “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

5) “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

6) “Would you have said yes?” @propinquify​ @w1segirl​​

fluff

1) “You’re the only think that matters.” @barneswidow​​

2) “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

3) “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” @jillys-feral-fandoms​​ @gryffindors-weasley​ @gryffinclaw-imagines​  

4) “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” @barneswidow​​

5) “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” @gryffindors-weasley​​​ @laceycallisto​ @gryffinclaw-imagines​​​

smut (18+ only)

1)“Aren’t you tasty.” @fatherbarnes​

2) “We’re in public.” “I don’t care.” @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

3) “Believe it or not, this isn’t the weirdest place I’ve banged.”

4) “Fill me up. Put a baby in me.” @jillys-feral-fandoms​​

5) “Cockdumb? Already?” @wonderfilworld​

6) “Please, I need you! Stop teasing me.”

7) “Ruin me.”

scenarios 

1) Person B being extremely clingy vs person A not being used to physical affection, so their hugs get extremely awkward but wholesome.

2) Person A and B are waiting for a bus in the rain. B hold their umbrella over A’s head. 

3) A takes B to a drive-in movie. Here’s the catch, neither of them have a car. They sit on top of other people’s cars and try not to make too much noise. 

4) A and B have been pining for each other hard. B finally makes a move and A freaks out and shuts them down. They get into a fight and discover why A thinks they can never be together. 

5) A finds B in their hotel corridor after B was kicked out of their room by their friend/partner. @wonderfilworld​

prompts are from these posts x x x x

tagging my sexy moots @babyjordy​ @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ @jillys-feral-fandoms​ @midnightgremlin​ @gxtitobxby​ @chamosmile​ @angeloniaa​ @ssahotchswifemain​ @daisycinema​ @darthwheezely​ @theweasleyslut​ @wonderfilworld​ @horrorxweasley​ @barneswidow​ @nancybycrs​​ @gryffindors-weasley​​ 

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[alexandriagrindlewald]

I don’t want to be alone

Ok umm.. DAY 2!! So, again this is for @theweasleyslut ‘s 2k writing challenge.

Trope/ au — hurt/comfort

Dialogue — “I don’t want to be alone”

Characters — Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black, Voldermort, James Potter, Lily Potter

Pairing — Harry Potter x sister! Reader

Warning/s — Panic attack, depression, angst, death, murder, DURSLEYs (yes they are a health hazard), but in the end there is some fluff

A/n — the bold is the nightmare btw. Again i can’t write so I’m sorry if this is trash. Hope you like it tho!!

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You were in a large, blue room. You knew that. Doors upon doors surrounded you. They all looked the same except the small numbers on each one. There were about twenty of them. You started moving, out of your own accord, towards the one numbered 7. Twisting the golden doorknob, you pushed open the door and realised where you were. The Department of Mysteries. You had gone there last year with your older brother, Harry Potter, your girlfriend, Luna Lovegood, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and a few others. It was a few months ago, but it had a severe impact. You and Harry most of all. It was where your godfather had- had died. You were walking in the section where the prophecies were held. The blue, foggy orbs illuminated the path as your body kept moving closer and closer into the centre. And there you were; in front of the veil. The very same veil that held the dead. Where your godfather was held. The department was empty save for a group of people standing right in front of the veil.

All of a sudden, you weren’t able to move at all. You had a clear vision of who was there. It was your godfather, Sirius , your brother, Harry, your girlfriend, Luna (or as she was known by you, the love of your life) and the last two people standing there. You just couldn’t believe your eyes. It was your parents. Alive. They were all smiling at you. A genuine smile. You couldn't speak, you thought you would like to stand and look at them for ever, and that'd be enough.

As you were staring, you didn’t notice a figure coming up from behind them. Only as your Mum and Dad turned around in panic, only then did you see him. The dark lord himself. Voldemort. You saw him raise his wand. “Avada K—“ He started but cut off as you saw your father shoot a spell at him. “Nice one James!” Shouted Sirius as he put Harry behind him as your mum down the same to Luna. Relentlessly, Voldemort shot the killing curse at them, hitting Sirius, then your dad, then your mum, then Luna and then Harry. And the worst thing was that you couldn’t do anything to help them - absolutely nothing. Their dead lay on the ground — all bloodied up and bruised up.

You woke up, drenched in sweat. ‘It was only a nightmare’, you thought. Chest heaving and tears running down your face, you made your way to your brother’s dorm. Hopefully he’s be awake. You made your way up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories and gently knocked on the one that led to Harry’s dorm. You tried to regulate your breathing so Harry wouldn’t be too worried but it just kept on getting worse. You weren’t sure why you were crying, perhaps it was because you had only just seen your parents and now they were dead again; or maybe it was because Sirius had been back but died again as well; or maybe it was because Luna and Harry, your rocks and the people you loved the most, had just died.

You were trembling all over, you felt like you were all alone, again.

It felt like there were hands clutching your throat; as if there were monsters choking you but you didn’t know that that monster was your own mind. You felt alone.

You felt afraid. As if you were going to die. You didn’t want to die though. You wanted to stay with Harry and Luna. With all your friends and Mrs Weasley who you had accepted as a mother. You didn’t want to be alone.

The sound of a door unlocking broke your chain of thought. In front of you stood your brother. He immediately pulled you into a hug after seeing your blotchy face and red-rimmed eyes. You started sobbing into his chest and he stroked your hair, whispering words of comfort into your ear. He took you down to the common room where he knew there would be no one. After you had calmed down enough to speak, you piled away and wiped your own tears, sniffing, as Harry took a second to just look at you.

Your face was wet from all the tears and sweat as was your periwinkle shirt. Your hazelnut-brown hair, tangled from tossing and turning in your sleep. Your emerald green eyes were rimmed in red and your chest was heaving abnormally. He was the only one who knew about your depression and panic attacks other than Sirius.

You had managed to regulate your breathing enough to talk. You tried to think of how to start but you were afraid that you were going to start crying. Harry seemed to sense your discomfort, “Hey its ok, it’s ok. How about we start with getting your breathing back to normal ok?” You nodded. “Ok copy me,let’s breathe in,” he took in a deep breath motioning for you to follow him . After you did, he continued,” And breathe out.” He breathed out slowly as you copied him. “And again,” You and Harry repeated this a few times until your breathing went back to normal.

“Ok, do you want to talk about it now.” He asked softly, a tone mostly reserved for you. He saw the hesitation in your eyes as you slowly nodded. “ I-I was in the D-d-department of mysteries,” You started, “ I was walking to the veil for some reason. I-I just couldn’t c-c-control m-my body for some r-reason. Y-you were there H-Harry, you and L-Luna and Sirius was there two other people. Th-they were mum a-and dad Harry. They w-were smiling me a-as well. B-but then V-Voldemort —“ You broke of with a sob as Harry pulled you into a hug once more.

He knew he was being selfish but why did his baby sister have to go through this. Couldn’t it be anyone else. The Dursley’s were already scaring her, starving, occasionally they would even hit her. Then when he went to Hogwarts he was so happy that he could finally learn how to protect her. He was just worried about her. How would she deal with it. She didn’t deal with it very well for sure though. When he came back, the first thing he noticed was that she was exceptionally quiet. When he first explained Hogwarts to her, she was jumping for joy but now she was just quiet. She was mute for the whole year as well. He eventually coaxed her into talking. It didn’t help that the Chamber of Secrets was open that year either.

A small sniffle had brought him back to the present. “Hey, hey. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” You just rubbed your eyes and continued,” Then h-he just killed a-all of you one by one a-and I couldn’t move, I just c-couldn’t do anything. I was all alone. I don’t want to be alone Harry” you looked up at him with pleading eyes that broke his heart. “And your not alone Y/n, ok? I love you too much to leave you alone ok?” You nodded and yawned, “Now let’s get to bed. Do you wanna sleep down here or in my dorm?” But by then you were already asleep. “Down here it is. Good night Y/n” he said as he tucked you in.

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Hope you liked it!! Ily always and forever ✨❤️♾❤️♾❤️✨ Have a good day/night!!

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[onlyfreds]

Finally | F.W.

Title: Finally

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: On the way home from an investor meeting, when the car breaks down and it starts to rain, how will Fred and Y/N “cope” with sharing one bed.

A/N: This for “Day 2” @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge. With the trope “only one bed” and the prompt: “if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Well, that was a tough one.” Fred said with a small sigh as we drove down the highway.

He was, of course, talking about the meeting with some very important investors that we had just been to.

“You said it.” I said as I leaned back in my seat, “But, I’m pretty sure that you got the deal.”

He smiled, “I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I chuckled, “Don’t downplay it Freddie. You were the one who talked to them and all. I just stepped in and helped a bit.”

We were driving on the freeway when the car suddenly came to a stop.

“Fred?” I asked, sitting up, “What happened?”

“I-I don’t know.” He said, glancing at the car’s dashboard, “Oh shoot.”

“What?” I asked, “What’s oh shoot?”

Fred gave a sheepish grin, “We’re out of gas.”

“What?!”

“I said-“

“I heard you the first time.”

I groaned, “I thought you said that the car didn’t run out of gas?”

He shrugged, “That’s what dad told me.”

“We got to get the car out of the way then.” I said as I opened the car door and got out.

I rubbed my hands together, “Help me push the car?” I asked as Fred got out of the car himself.

He cracked a small smile, taking out his wand from the pocket of his jeans, “Sweetheart, why in the name of Merlin would we need to push the car by hand when we could always use magic?”

A blush made its way to my cheeks at the nickname, hopefully Fred wouldn’t notice in the darkness of the night.

“But Fred, a muggle could see us.” I said.

His signature smile quickly transitioned into a huge grin, “It’s night darling. No one will see us. Besides, there’s not much of them around.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

With a wave of both our wands and a single mutter of an incantation, the car started moving on its own accord, with both of us in tow.

“See?” Fred said, “What did I tell you?”

—

We were able to walk on for a few miles before we were met with another problem.

It had started to rain.

Fred immediately took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders, “Here, this will keep you warm, and hopefully, dry.”

I tried to protest, “Freddie, you’re going to get wet.”

He shook his head, his fiery hair sticking to his forehead, “I don’t care if I get wet. Keep the jacket on and we’ll find a place to stay.”

Just our luck, we were able to find a little hotel. So, after parking the car, we decided to head inside and check in.

I immediately ran up to the receptionist, “Hi! It’s raining hard outside and we were wondering if there’s an available room or two that we could stay in for the night?”

The receptionist looked something up, “Unfortunately, we’re fully booked. But, there’s still a couple’s room available.”

I looked at the receptionist, “S-sorry, a couple’s room?”

“Yeah.” The receptionist replied nonchalantly, “You two are a couple right?”

Before I could open my mouth and give an answer, Fred beat me to it, “We’ll take it.”

He then shot me a wink as he took the key card from the receptionist, “Let’s go darling.”

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Turns out, the couple’s room wasn’t so bad after all.

The air conditioning was brilliant, the bathroom was huge and the bathtub was surrounded by small candles: like the ones you see in a romantic movie. And the pillows, they were so soft, it was like resting your head on a cloud.

But, there was only one problem: there was only one bed.

“So,” I said, “I’ll take the couch and you take the bed.”

Before I could head over to the living room, Fred grabbed my wrist, “I won’t let you sleep on the couch and we both know that you won’t let me either. So, let’s just call it quits and share a bed.”

“But-“ I tried to protest.

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” He said.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Fine.”

Both of us climbed into the bed, I turned to my side, my back facing him as his arm snaked around my waist.

“Is that okay?” Fred asked in a whisper.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

After a few moments of silence, I assumed that Fred was already asleep until he spoke up.

“You know Y/N, I know you’re asleep and you probably won’t hear me. But, I can’t keep this in any longer. I need to get this off my chest. I love you, princess. I love you so much and it hurts not to be able to tell you. I want to be able to hold close, just like this. I want to be able to kiss you. To show everyone in the whole wide world just how much I love you. But, I can’t tell you this when you’re awake because I don’t want to risk losing what we already have.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore so I turned to face him, “Freddie?”

He suddenly sat up as his eyes widened in shock, “How long have you been awake sweetheart?”

“I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” I admitted.

Fred started to panic, “I-I can expla-“

Before he could say anything else, I pressed my lips to him, cutting him off, “I love you too.”

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[onlyfreds]

A Weasley Wedding | F.W.

Title: A Weasley Wedding

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Fred would do everything when it came to you

A/N: This is for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the wedding trope + “did you need something?”. Holly!! I hope you like this and congrats on the 2k! You deserve every single one of them. 😁

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me.

The lace-adorned dress that fell past my knees looked like something out of a fairytale. My hair in a half-up and half-down look, all thanks to Hermione.

I could've only dreamed of this day.

As a kid, I always thought that I would marry a knight in shining armor.

But, little did I know that my knight in shining armor happened to be a certain 6'3 ginger that had a knack of pranking.

But he was funny and handsome too.

Marrying Fred Weasley was literally the dream.

A small knock pulled me out of my train of thought as Ginny greeted me with a small smile, promptly closing the door behind her.

"Hey," my soon to be sister-in-law said, "how's the bride doing?"

I laughed, “I’m doing wonderful! Just still can’t believe that I’m about to be an official Weasley. Speaking of that, how’s Fred doing?”

Hermione was the one with the brilliant idea of pushing through with some muggle traditions and separating the bride and groom the night before the wedding was one of them. And let me tell you, Fred wasn’t coping with it well.

Ginny laughed, “He’s too eager to see his bride. He was already an inch away from the door knob before Percy caught him and dragged him back downstairs.”

As if on cue, we suddenly heard a small knock, “Open the door sweetheart please.” Fred’s voice pleaded, “I just want to see you for a minute. Nobody has to know.”

“Way ahead of you Freddie.” Ginny said as her brother groaned, “Besides, you know the rules.”

“Please Ginny. You know you’re the best sister ever. Just let me in.” I swear that if we could see Fred right now, he would’ve had big doe eyes.

Before the youngest Weasley could give a retort, George’s voice was added to the conversation, “You’re here again?! Seriously Fred, if mum catches you here again, she’ll tie you to a chair until the ceremony starts.”

Ginny shrugged, stifling a laugh, “See? What did I tell you?”

—

“How’s my not-so-little girl anymore?” My mum asked as she entered the room, my dad and Molly following suit.

I gave her a small smile, “I’m just a bit nervous.”

My dad chuckled, draping an arm around my mum’s waist as he looked at me fondly, “Don’t worry about that dear. It’s normal, I remember being a nervous wreck when I married your mother.”

“My baby girl has never looked so perfect.” Mum cooed as she smoothed out the creases in my dress.

“Our baby girl isn’t so much of a baby anymore.” Dad said, his voice cracking a bit as he tried to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“Aaw dad.” I said, engulfing both of my parents in a tight hug, “Don’t cry, because I’ll start to cry too.”

Just like earlier, a small knock accompanied by my fiancé’s voice appeared, “Hey darling, can you please open the door. I just want to see you.”

Molly rolled her eyes at her son’s antics as she muttered under her breath, “He’s being so stubborn and he can’t even keep still.”

I giggled, leaning against the door, “Fred, you know that I can’t.”

“Come on darling.” He persuaded, “When did we ever follow the rules? Besides, I’ll make it up to you, I promise that I’ll make the sweetest love to you tonight.”

Everyone in the room froze as I tried to contain the blush rising up to my cheeks.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley!” Molly chastised as she headed out of the room, going after her son who was already running for his life.

“Now, that is what I call commitment.” Dad said with a small laugh causing mum to smack him on the arm.

—

One hour.

I had exactly one more hour before I’m officially “Mrs. Fred Weasley”.

Thanks to my nerves, I needed a drink of water.

I walked towards the desk where the parchment that Hermione had enchanted earlier lay. It had the ability to transport any note that I write to a similar parchment in the Weasley’s living room.

After jotting down a request for water, I watched as the ink disappeared, as if it was being soaked up by the parchment but according to Hermione: it meant that the message had been sent.

A few minutes later, a small click could be heard along with Fred’s voice, “Did you need something?”

I turned and saw him holding a glass of water, a blindfold over his eyes and a goofy smile on his lips.

“Freddie,” I said, taking the glass from him, “how were you able to get in here? And why are you wearing a blindfold?”

Fred chuckled, his hands finding their way to my waist, “For the first time in my life, Hermione Granger took pity on me. So, she found a loophole through the whole situation. Technically, I wouldn’t be able to see you with this bloody blindfold on. And with the help of Ginny and George, they bought us five minutes.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Nothing could ever stop you huh?”

He smiled, “When it comes to you, I would do everything.”

I looked over at the wall clock, before turning to Fred, “You better go now. But, I’ll be seeing you in 50 minutes.”

Fred pressed another brief kiss to my lips, “I already know you look gorgeous.” Before blindly making his way to the door.

—

“It’s time.” Hermione said, entering the room, “You ready?”

I nodded, “I’ve never been more ready.”

She led me out to the Weasley’s backyard where the white tent stood beautifully, all decorated for the wedding.

Dad took his place next to me as he looped his arm around mine.

When the curtains opened, I saw that Fred’s back was turned to me until I walked down the aisle.

It was obvious that he was holding back tears.

“You’re gorgeous, Mrs. Fred Weasley.” He mouthed.

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[onlyfreds]

Her Name | F.W.

Title: Her Name

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A new coffee shop has just opened just across Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Fred finds something more than coffee there.

A/N: This is my last fic for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: Coffee Shop and the prompt: “I missed something, didn’t I?” I really enjoyed this so much. Writing these fics have literally been the highlight of my week.

I breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee as I headed inside of the coffee shop, arriving just in time for my shift.

“Good morning Y/N!” Holly greeted as I timed in for the day.

“Good morning Holly!” I returned the greeting, tying my hair back in a ponytail.

“Busy start?” I asked as I put on my apron and headed to my station.

Holly shrugged, “Quite. Business is booming after all.”

(Fred’s POV)

“Another late night?” George asked as I trudged down the stairs, giving a small yawn.

I nodded, stretching a bit, “A truckload of paperwork that needed filling out kept me up.”

“You know.” George said, “There’s a coffee shop that just opened down the street. Why don’t you pop over there and get some coffee for us while I open up the shop.”

I laughed, running my fingers through my hair, “Why does it sound like something along the lines of: asking a toddler to go buy himself some candy so you can have five whole minutes of peace and quiet.”

He rolled his eyes at me, “Just get the coffee you idiot.”

I grabbed some spare change from the counter and headed over to the coffee shop.

The smell of coffee that hit me was enough to awaken my senses. I patiently stood in line, my hand tucked in the pockets of my jeans.

“Good morning sir! Can I get your order?” A sweet voice asked.

I looked up and was met with the most beautiful y/e/c eyes. Everything else faded into the background as she gave me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. Her eyes sparkled even better than the biggest diamonds in the world.

She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

(Reader’s POV)

The next person in line was a tall ginger. And let me tell you, he’s as handsome as hell.

The suit he was wearing showed off his muscles perfectly.

He looked like something straight out of heaven, straight out of the hands of God.

He seemed to be in a daze, so I tried to get his attention, “Sir? Is everything alright?”

He blinked, snapping out of his trance as he gave a shy smile, “Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a bit.”

I gave him a small smile, “So, can I get your order?”

He nodded, licking his lips, “Yeah. So, I’ll get one macchiato and one espresso.”

“Busy day?” I asked, “I mean, with that much caffeine, you must be in for a long day.”

He chuckled, “Yeah. With business booming and a bunch of paperwork to fill out, the caffeine helps keep us going.”

“Can I have your name?” I asked.

The ginger smiled, shooting me a small wink, “It’s Fred Weasley, darling.”

I felt my cheeks heaten up at the nickname, “Interesting. Are you by any chance related to the owner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes?”

Fred laughed, “Darling, I am one of the owners.”

My jaw dropped, “Oh Godric, I-I’m sorry for not recognizing you sooner. No wonder you looked so familiar.”

Fred grinned, “Don’t worry about that sweetheart. Attending Hogwarts with a twin, very few people could tell us apart.”

I handed him the coffee, “It was nice meeting you and being able to talk to you Fred.”

Fred smiled, “I’m so glad that I met you. And you might be seeing me around more often.”

Holly playfully nudged me in a teasing manner once Fred headed out, “He totally likes you.”

I rolled my eyes at her, “No. He doesn’t.”

“He totally does.” She insisted.

“And you like him too.” Holly added.

I smiled, “So, what if I like him? Holly, he’s the owner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes for goodness sake! He has so much options - better ones, if I may add - out there. So, why would he choose a simple barista like me?”

Holly rolled her eyes, “Because he finds you gorgeous.”

“No. Holly, he does not.”

I took off my apron, hanging it on the peg, “I’m taking my break. I’ll just go on a little walk.”

(Fred’s POV)

“What took you so long?” George asked as I stepped back in the shop, “Was starting to think that you fell asleep at the coffee shop.”

“How could I fall asleep Georgie?” I said, leaning against the counter, “When she’s so breathtakingly gorgeous.”

“Who?” My twin asked as he sipped his macchiato, suddenly interested in where the conversation was heading, “Who’s breathtakingly gorgeous.”

I sighed, not having the ability to keep her out of my head, “The barista at the coffee shop. Her eyes sparkled so beautifully under the sunlight. Her smile was enough to light up the whole world. She’s just so gorgeous Georgie. I can’t get her out of my head.”

“That’s amazing Freddie!” George said with a huge grin, “So, what else?”

I started to ramble on about the conversation we had, then George gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He raised a brow, “You really don’t know?”

“I missed something, didn’t I?” I asked.

“Yes, you idiot. What’s her name?” He said.

“Her name is uh, oh shoot! I forgot to ask for her name.” I said, getting up and running out of the shop.

“Where’re you going?” George called out.

“I’m going to get her name!”

I ran into the coffee shop, thankfully, it wasn’t so crowded. I approached one of the baristas stationed at the cashier.

“Hey, is the barista who I talked to earlier still there?” I asked.

She nodded, “Yeah. She is already on her break, but she went out for a walk.”

“Do you know where she went?” I said, running a hand through my hair.

Her friend thought about it for a moment, “I am 99.9% sure that she went to the bookstore that’s at the end of the street.”

After thanking her friend, I immediately ran to the bookstore, hoping to catch up to her.

Just to my luck, I ran into her once she was heading out of the bookstore, causing her to tumble into my arms.

“Hey Fred!” She greeted with her amazing smile, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

I chuckled, “Yeah. I actually forgot to ask you something.”

She raised a brow, “What?”

“I forgot to get your name.” I admitted.

She chuckled, moving a lock of hair away from her face, “It’s Y/N.”

I smiled, “Since we got that cleared. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime, I mean, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a date. But-“

She had effectively shut me up by kissing my cheek, “I would love to go on a date with you.”

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[onlyfreds]

Weekend | F.W.

Title: Weekend

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It’s the weekend and Fred wants cookies for breakfast.

Warning/s: alludes to sex (just for about 5 seconds?), food, cookies

A/N: This is my penultimate fic for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: baking/cooking together and the prompt: “Oh well, fuck me then.”

The Saturday morning sunshine peeked through the windows, causing me to wake up to the warm blankets that were wrapped around me, along with the loving and comforting embrace of my lover.

“Good morning Mrs. Weasley.” Fred greeted, his gruff morning voice sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled, turning around to face him, “Good morning Mr. Weasley.”

He grinned, pushing a stray piece of hair away from my face, “You look absolutely divine darling.”

I giggled, “You don’t look too bad yourself handsome.”

Fred chuckled, ducking down and tracing a line of kisses from my jaw down to my neck.

“Freddie,” I gasped as he gently sucked on my sweet spot, “Isn’t it too early for this?”

“It’s never too early to make love with such a gorgeous goddess like you.” He said with a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes at him, pushing me off of me as I got up.

“Hey! Hey!” He called out with a small pout, “Where are you going?”

“The kitchen. I’m going to make breakfast.” I answered, tying my hair back in a ponytail.

Fred pouted like a toddler, “Come back to bed.”

I gave him a small smile, “Once I’ve finished making you some breakfast.”

I then went out of our bedroom and headed to the kitchen while I heard my husband grumble something I couldn’t make out.

Once I arrived at the kitchen, Fred made his presence known by wrapping his arms around my waist.

“What’re you making?” He asked, looking at me like a puppy.

I shrugged, “I was supposed to make some pancakes. Unless you want something else?”

He thought about it for a moment, “Can we make some cookies?”

I laughed, “What are you? A toddler?”

He dramatically gasped, feigning offense, “How could you?”

“What?” I said, trying to stifle my laugh, “What kind of adult asks for cookies for breakfast?”

“I do!” He defended.

“Right,” I teased, “I knew that I married someone who could possibly be a menace to society but I didn’t know that I married such a child.”

“Take that back!” He threatened.

I smiled, “Not until you catch me.”

The two of us chased each other around the kitchen. Our laughter bouncing off the walls of the house.

I let out a squeal as I was lifted off of the ground.

“Got’cha!” Fred said, laughing along with me.

“Okay! Fine!” I said in mock surrender, “I’ll make you some cookies.”

He smiled, putting me down, “Can I help?”

I chuckled, “Fine. Just don’t make a mess.”

—

I spoke too soon about the mess.

Eggshells were littered on the counter, there was a small puddle of milk in one corner. And it looked like that half of the box of baking soda covered the cookbook that Molly gave me.

What did I expect? I was married to Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake.

Once the cookies had been safely placed in the oven, I turned and saw Fred looking at the bowl of leftover cookie dough.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I raised a brow at him, “Let me guess, you want to eat the cookie dough and lick the bowl?”

A childish grin grew on his lips, “I knew that I married you for a reason.”

I laughed, “So someone could keep up with your childish antics.”

Fred pulled the bowl closer to him and scooped up some of the dough using his finger before bringing the gooey goodness to his mouth, “It tastes absolutely brilliant sweetheart.”

I giggled, “It better be! You made quite a mess.”

He then raised two fingers in a come hither motion, causing me to walk towards him.

He rested a hand behind my neck before pulling our lips together in a searing kiss. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for access, to which I granted. I could taste the doughy chocolate on his tongue.

We pulled apart when we heard a small ding from the oven. I grabbed the oven mitten from the table and pulled out the tray of cookies out of the oven and placed them on the counter.

I bent over the counter, reaching for the icing when I felt Fred push me down, pinning me down to the counter.

“Do you know just how sexy you look in this position?” He whispered.

I giggled, “I don’t. Tell me more.”

“Oh, the things I could do to you right now.” He said, the smile evident in his voice.

“Oh well, fuck me then.” I challenged, causing my husband to grin.

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[onlyfreds]

Study | F.W.

Title: Study

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Finals are coming up and Y/N and Fred needs to study.

A/N: So, this is for “Day 5” of @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: college!au and the prompt: “Are you going to hate me forever if I do this?”

The warm summer breeze that seemed to settle in the campus atmosphere, did not help with the lingering desire for the upcoming summer vacation.

Especially with finals just around the corner.

“Can’t you continue studying later?” Fred asked, jutting his bottom lip out in a small pout.

“Freddie,” I cooed, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I can’t. Finals are nearing with every passing hour.”

“If you want, you can go hangout with George and Lee.” I offered, going back to reading the book that rested on my lap.

He shook his head, causing my attention to go back to him, “Who are you? And what have you done with my boyfriend? You never miss out on a chance to hangout with George and Lee.”

Fred took out a book from his bag before plopping down beside me, “Just thought of staying and studying with you.”

I chuckled, “That’s a first.”

He smiled, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek as his free hand grasped mine, “We can even pull an all-nighter if you want.”

“That sounds wonderful.” I said.

—

I sighed, exasperated as I pushed my hair out of my face for what seemed like the thousandth time today.

I suddenly felt my hair get pulled back, I turned and saw my loving boyfriend pulling my hair back with a hair tie in his hand.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

He shrugged, “Tying your hair. You seem so irritated with it.” He said, successfully tying it into a messy bun.

I gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

He grinned, “Anything to make my princess comfortable.”

A small knock was heard on the door, I was about to stand up and open it when Fred ran up to the door and said, “I’ll get it!”

He opened the door, to reveal his sister standing there, “Hey sis! What can I help you with?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “I’m not here to see you. In fact, I’m here to see your girlfriend.”

I appeared behind Fred, “I’m here. So, how can I help you?”

Ginny gave a shy smile, “Can we talk in private please?”

I nodded, stepping out of the room before Fred could even react, “We’ll be back in a minute.”

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it, “Okay. You never ask to talk to me in private unless you have some tea. So, spill.”

Her cheeks were painted with a tint of pink, “Harry asked me out.”

My hands flew to my mouth, “Really? When?”

“Just this morning, during breakfast.” She said, the smile not leaving her lips, “We’re actually going out tonight.”

“That’s great Ginny!” I said, giving her a hug.

“Can I ask you a question?” She said.

I nodded, “Of course! What is it?”

“Is this what it feels like?” She asked, “When Fred asked you out?”

“The ecstasy? The seemingly unending happiness? The feeling like you’re on cloud 9?”

Ginny nodded.

“Then that’s exactly what it feels like.”

The youngest Weasley grinned, pulling me into a hug, “Thank you so much Y/N!”

Once she left, I went back into the room to find Fred with his arms crossed over his chest, “Harry asked Ginny out?”

I raised a brow at him, “You eavesdropped, didn’t you?”

He ignored the question, “Doesn’t matter. Ginny has a date.”

I shrugged, picking up my book, “Freddie, I don’t see a problem with it. Ginny can handle herself. Besides, she’s already dated Michael Corner and Dean Thomas.”

Fred sighed, burying his head in the crook of my neck, “If you say so.”

—

I stretched, letting out a yawn. I glanced at the clock: 3:45 am.

Fred grabbed the keys from the coffee table, “I’m running down to Starbucks for a bit. Just gonna get some coffee.”

“Can you please get me a latte?” I requested.

“Who said I was also getting you coffee?” He joked.

I glared at him as best as I could in my sleep state, “Frederick Gideon Weasley, I swear on all things holy that I will sell your soul to the devil.”

He chuckled, “Are you going to hate me forever if I do this?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

We both knew that I was exaggerating, but I needed my coffee.

Fred laughed, “Don’t worry. I’ll get your latte.”

A few moments later, he came back holding his macchiato and my latte.

I smiled, making granny hands towards him, “Thank you!”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple, “Can’t risk having you hate me forever, can I?”

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[onlyfreds]

Birthday Drink | F.W.

Title: Birthday Drink

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It’s Y/N’s 17th birthday, so the twins and her go out for a little drink.

Warning/s: mentions of underage drinking, alcohol, drinking

A/N: This is for “Day 4” for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: getting drunk together and the prompt: “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

"It's already your 17th birthday." George said, "Let's go drink at The Three Broomsticks."

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Like we haven’t been drinking before.”

Fred gave me puppy dog eyes together with a small pout, “Please sweetheart.”

I sighed, how in the name of Godric Gryffindor do you expect me to say no to that face?

“Fine.” I said, standing up as I turned to George, “Better tell Angie, because lugging my own drunk boyfriend back will be enough. Thank you very much.”

“Hey!” Fred complained as his twin laughed, “Don’t worry, she already knows.”

Fred crossed his arms over his chest, “I can handle my alcohol better than everyone in this room.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Whatever you say.”

We started to make our way to the statue of the one-eyed witch when we heard footsteps and the soft meows of a cat that we were oh so familiar with.

The three of us exchanged a look before running over to the nearest pillar and hiding behind it.

“Did you hear them, my sweet cat?” Filch asked Mrs. Norris as he held up his lantern higher, “Students out of bed?”

The cat gave another small meow, as if in reply to her master’s question.

Their footsteps soon grew faint as they walked farther and farther from the pillar we were hiding behind.

“That was a close one.” Fred and George sighed in relief as we continued on our way to the statue of the one-eyed witch.

—

“Good evening Madam Rosmerta.” George greeted the woman with a small smile while Fred kept the door open for me.

“Hello you three.” She greeted, setting down the cup she had just finished wiping, “What’s got you three sneaking out on this very fine night?”

Fred chuckled, putting his arm around my waist, “My girl here has turned 17 today and we just thought that we’d get a drink to celebrate.”

Madam Rosmerta playfully scoffed as she placed three glasses in front of us, “Didn’t stop you three from drinking underage.”

I laughed, “That’s exactly what I told them.”

—

“And then w-when he’s about to ask her out, he suddenly t-trips and falls like an idiot.” George retold with a drunk laugh.

My boyfriend raised his hands in mock surrender, “What? I was too distracted by your beauty.”

“You know what?” I said, moving the glass of Firewhiskey away from George, “I’ll go and call Angie before George does something we all end up regretting.”

After asking Madam Rosmerta where the fireplace was, I went and threw some floo powder into it.

“Hey Angie!” I called into the fireplace, “Are you there?”

“Yeah.” She answered, “What happened?”

“Well, your boyfriend is drunk, so can you please pick him up?”

“Don’t worry.” Angie said, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Once the fire had died, I went back to where my boyfriend and my best friend sat.

“Hey darling.” Fred’s words were slightly slurred, “Where’ve you been?”

I chuckled, breathing in the faint scent of Firewhiskey coming from him, “Just went to the bathroom for a bit.”

“Take another shot, birthday girl.” George said, handing me another glass, to which I drank.

At that moment, Angelina arrived, George greeted her with a small smile and a hiccup, “Hey sunshine! Come to join the party?”

Angelina laughed, “No darling.” She said as she helped George keep his balance as he stood up, “I’m here to take you home.”

She guided her drunk boyfriend to the door before she turned to me, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, “Just a bit tipsy, but I can manage.”

As soon as they left, I turned to my boyfriend, who was looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. Like I was the stars, the sun and the moon. Like I was the whole world.

I giggled, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smiled, the dreamy look remaining on his face, “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

I gave him a worried look, “Why? Are you okay?”

He nodded, pressing a small kiss to my lips, “Absolutely fine. I’m just sitting next to the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

Fred then stood up as I followed suit, and left the payment with Madam Rosmerta, “Come on princess, I think we’ve had enough to drink for one night.”

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[robincantfunction]

If the world was ending ✰ F.W

day 4 of @theweasleyslut's writing challenge

inspired by the song: if the world was ending

requested: yes/no (requests are open)

word count: 1812 (i keep making them longer than intended i'm sorry)

warnings: my attempt at some sort of angst and kinda fluff at the end- idk this whole fic was an experiment of things i've never done before- like one kiss, being hit on by cormac, like 3 swear words, break ups, lower case, not proof read.

summary: after a break up, fred and y/n can't stop thinking about each other- especially after a small earthquake.

trope: flower shop au (i'm sorry cause i'm not great at flower shop au's, idk they're not really my thing but i gave it a try)

prompt: "were you dreaming of me again?"

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i could faintly hear someone calling my name, but the past few weeks i've been on and off zoning out and i can't help it. it's like a piece of me left when he did. "sorry, i was in another world for a minute there" he just smirked "were you dreaming of me again?" ugh. cormac, why does this man have to be the worst flirt in the world. you sell flowers, you could come up with such a smart and or cringe pick up line... to your customers. not your employee. "sure. 100% i was dreaming of you" my tone was drenched in sarcasm, no matter how many hints i give that guy, he still .thinks i'm interested "aw darling no need to be grumpy, or embarrassed about dreaming about me. god knows i dreamt of you" he winked. and then, there was an earthquake. a couple plants shook, and cormac lost his balance- it really wasn't that bad. but of course i couldn't stop myself from thinking of him.

as soon as it happened he popped into my head 'i hope it wasn't bad for fred'. god, i'm so stupid. throughout the rest of the day he was all i could think of. "um, sorry i don't normally do this, but you miswrote the little gift note on the bouquet" a random lady said, as i was wrapping up someone elses flowers "im so sorry, what did you want me to write on it?" she gave me a soft smile, although she was clearly annoyed "to mavis, with love" as i looked down at the note i wrote attached to the base of the bouquet i saw i wrote 'to fred'. great, i can't get him out of my head. and then the worst idea came to mind 'i should call him'. i wasn't going to deny that i miss him. every night it was like i was tip toeing around his ghost, nearly everything in my apartment reminded me of him- from the space on the sofa he used to always sit in whilst i put my head on his lap and he'd play with my hair, to his side of the bed, the shampoo he always used to tell me smelt nice, or the blue towel he never hang back up on the rack. everything could be correlated to him, even my place of work.

"freddie what are you doing here" he just gave me a hug, and a quick kiss. "is it illegal to come buy my girlfriend flowers" he said as if in shock, as he walked over to where we kept my favourite flowers "i suppose it's not the worst thing you could be doing" he chuckled at my comment and picked out a few flowers he knew i liked. once i finished wrapping them up like he asked he handed them back to me "m'lady, some pretty flowers for a pretty women" i giggled like he was my high school crush "you're insufferable" but i couldn't stop smiling. he really was a charmer.

"y/n, are you ok?" i was shaken out of my daze "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i'm really not with it today" she smiled at me, but still clearly irritated. i wrote down 'to mavis' and she seemed very glad to get out of the shop. i don't blame her, i'm really having an off day.

as i walked through my apartment door i had decided, i was gonna call him. i mean if the world was ending he'd come over right? as we neared the end of our relationship it seemed like neither of us were cut out for forever, we were distant. he and his twin ran a business and it was still taking a lot of their time and energy to keep it running, they were still figuring it out. but right now i was regretting it all. i really wanted him to hold me tight, even if it was for one last time.

he was like a drug and i needed my fix- and maybe even a lifetime supply.

☆fred's pov☆

"fred! hello, earth to fred" i was shaken out of my thoughts "are you ok, you've been staring into space for like 20 minutes, whats wrong?" george asked me, quite concerned, it's no secret i haven't been myself recently. i just missed her, and i wanted to call her. "nothin' georgie, just in my own world" he nodded slightly, he clearly knew i wasn't ok, but he knew that if he opened the wound more than it already is, it would make things worse. and then there was an earthquake. it wasn't a big one, just knocked over a really poorly stacked display in the shop, george also chucked it... whether that was the earthquake or his two left feet im not sure. and then my thoughts of y/n were amplified, by like 2000. the rest of the day was filled with nothing but y/n. god, what is wrong with me?

the shop, the apartment above the shop, all of it was full of memories of her. full of laughs, happy moments that i'd do anything to get back.

we didn't break up on bad terms, but they weren't exactly good terms either. both of us were busy and stressed with work and we took it out on each other, we weren't meant for each other apparently. but i felt like she was the one, ever since our first couple of dates, she was so special to me. "do you think i was stupid to do it?" i asked george, he looked up from his paper work slightly confused "fred you do a lot of stupid things, you're going to have to elaborate" i chuckled slightly and sighed "do you think i was stupid to let her go? i mean i barely put up a fight. we fought for 3 days in a row and then boom, my life fell apart" he gave me a sympathetic look, knowing how hard it had been "fred, couples fight. if you don't it causes a weird imbalance. with the buisness and her hours being extended you were bound to take it out on each other. it isn't the end of a relationship if you need space, and maybe that's what the break up gave you. if you want to call her, i'm sure she's in the same boat" he was right. "ok who gave you permission to suddenly be good at giving advice?" we both laughed "angelina. she took me to one of her work seminars. it was boring as shit"

just as i was about to pick up my phone to call her, it started ringing. the caller ID said y/n. huh what a coincidence. i answered the call and heard her sigh in relief "hey" i spoke, still in shock that she actually called me "hey freddie, sorry for calling i-" hearing her voice again brought a smilie to my face, i really missed it. before she could finish her sentence i cut her off "don't apologise. it's ok, if i'm being honest i was just about to call you anyway" she let out another relieved sigh "wait, really?" i chuckled a little bit awkwardly "yeah. i uh, i miss you. and i was also wondering if you were ok after the earthquake earlier, i know it was only a small one but-" now it was her turn to cut me off "wow we are ridiculous- i called to check if you were ok after it too" we both started laughing. it was like the old days. "are you still at work" she asked me "no, i just finished, how bout you?" i smiled slightly "yeah i finished like an hour ago... are you free, so we can like meet. i wanna talk to you, over the phone just doesn't seem like the best place to do it" now i was really smiling "yeah of course"

after talking on the phone for a little longer, to determine a place to meet, i left to meet her at the park we used to go to, at the bench near the playground. i was nervous, but happy she wanted to meet.

☆y/n's pov☆

i was sitting on the bench waiting for him, playing with the loose string on his my hoodie. i still wore it, it made me feel like maybe i wasn't stupid enough to break up with him after one stupid argument. i saw him walking towards me, and i felt happy- but sad. what if this didn't go well? "hey there" i smiled at him. i hadn't seen him in 3 weeks, which didn't sound like a lot, but before i was seeing him at least every other day. now i was seeing him for the first time in nearly a month, and it felt right. "how have you been?" he asked, i was kinda hoping he wouldn't ask me that, cause i really didn't want to lie to him "i've been better" he gave me a sympathetic smile "same, love, same... what happened to us?" i smiled sadly "i wish i knew freddie. i guess we were both overwhelmed with being adults and having responsibilities. we took it out on eachother and i really regret that" he nodded "i do to. fuck, why does life have to be the shit hole that it is" i chuckled "that's a great question. do you wanna try again?" i may regret asking that, but i just had to know "yeah, fuck yeah. i guess, and i can't believe i'm quoting george so don't tell the cocky bastard, we just needed a bit of space. and the break up provided that. we got out lives together a bit better. but god have i missed you" i smiled and let out a breath i didn't realising i was holding in, he wiped the stray tear that was running down my face and pulled me into a hug, and then a kiss.

a couple weeks past and things went back to normal. "why hello miss, could you tell me which flowers you think my girlfriend would like?" fred asked "hm, i suppose she'd like these ones, and i'm sure they'd look great in the blue vase that's on top of the cabinet in her living room" i smiled at him cheekily "would she, well i think that can be arranged" he stayed at the shop until my lunch break "cormac i'll be back in an hour, i'm having my lunch break with fred" he appeared from the staff room "oh so this is fred?" his voice laced with venom "no need to be embarrassed about dreaming of me" i mimicked, he didn't seem impressed "i would be mad, but i don't blame him" fred joked as we left the shop hand in hand. it was good to be back.

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Late Morning Lattes

pairing • fred weasley x reader

prompts • coffee shop, “I missed something, didn’t I?”

warnings • it mostly just fluff

word count • 1k

a/n • just let me lead you on for a moment. I could have made it longer but I think it’s sweet this way.

The summer months had been much kinder to Y/n than she thought they would be. She spent most of her days exploring. Enjoying the fleeting moments of freedom before she’d have to start a career. Her parents were kind enough to pay her way as she did so. In return she often found herself keeping an eye on her younger brother when she was home.

He was starting his second year at Hogwarts, still soaking in the magical place. Umbridge had put a damper on his first impression but he was determined to make the second one worthwhile. Because of this, he never failed to drag his sister to the Weasley’s shop almost every chance he got. Y/n would be lying if she said she hated it though. Afterall, the place was impressive to say the least. That and she got to see Fred.

When they walked in Fred was always quick to approach, ready to gush about any new products. As soon as her brother would wander off Weasley would flirt shamelessly just to catch her blushing. It never failed. Despite his confidence, it took him a while to work up the nerve to ask her out. Fred almost pinched himself when she said yes, sure it was a dream. The pair had been friends throughout the years but nothing had ever happened. Fred always knew she was serious about academics which he admired. Yet that was exactly why he never pursued her, sure that she’d brush him off.

The following morning Y/n rushed to the tiny coffee shop in Diagon Alley. She couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off her face as she walked through the crowded street. The tiny bell above the door gave her away as she stepped inside.

Fred stood from his spot almost instantly, nearly knocking his chair over. The commotion drew a few pairs of eyes but he failed to notice. “Good morning!” He beamed, straightening out the fabric of his button up as she joined him.

“Morning!” Y/n mused, slipping into his arms for a brief hug. Her skin tingling from such a simple touch.

A thousand thoughts seemed to railroad their way through his mind as he soaked her in. Like the way her hair fell so effortlessly on her shoulders. Or how innocent her pastel sundress seemed yet, it clung to her body in all the right places.

“Go ahead and sit, I’ll go order. What’s your pick?” Fred asked, pulling her chair out for her.

She tucked her dress as she sat, a small hum leaving her lips. “A small chai latte, and uh- a blueberry muffin.” She answered, flashing him a thankful smile. He offered her a small nod and left her.

Y/n watched as he stood in line with his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks. She pondered to herself if he knew how good he looked even when he wasn’t trying, surely he had to. His sleeves were rolled carefully to reveal his muscular forearms. Even his hair was quaffed in a perfect mess. Every bit of him fit together to make such a beautiful man before her.

A blush rushed across her face as he glanced over at her with a wink. She quickly looked down at her hands, squirming in her seat. After a few moments he sauntered back to her with their drinks. As he sat them down he noticed a pause in her reaction. “I missed something, didn’t I?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Muffin.” They both spoke in unison as realization hit him. The two laughed at the jinx and he rushed back to get it. In a matter of seconds he was back, sitting it carefully in front of her. “Thank you, Freddie.” Y/n said sheepishly, earning a classic grin from the twin in response.

It was a name many had used for him yet it felt even more special hearing it fall from her lips. “Of course, Love. How is it?” Fred asked. He watched her with genuine interest as she took a bite.

“Delicious.” She noted. Y/n broke a piece from the opposite side for him which he gladly accepted. A small moan left him as he tasted it. Again, messing with her sanity without even noticing. She simply chuckled and shook her head.

Fred sat back in his chair with an exaggerated look of confusion. “What!? What did I do?” He exclaimed, with a chuckle.

Y/n sat up straight in response to the question. She dragged her cup to her lips and sipped slowly through a smile. “Nothing.” She settled, not ready to reveal the truth.

He raised his brows and waited, knowing she’d break. She squinted her eyes challengingly at him before giggling. “I don’t know. You just.. you make me nervous.” She admitted with a soft sigh.

“Good.” Fred grinned, leaning forward onto his elbows. “That means we’re even then.” He continued.

Y/n knitted her brows together. “Wait, you mean I make The Fred Weasley nervous?” She asked. A feeling of pride washed over her and apparently it was fairly noticeable.

Fred chucked a crumb at her playfully. “Don’t go around telling people. I have a reputation to protect.” He warned jokingingly.

From then on out the conversation seemed to roll effortlessly. Y/n spoke about her travels which seemed to enamor Fred. He gushed about the likelihood of opening a new store soon. They bonded over their sibling’s quirks and the oddities of their respective families. Even a few competitive arguments about the changes on the quidditch teams.

Hours had passed without their knowledge, smiles never leaving each other’s faces. Once the pair resurfaced in reality, a wave of sadness washed over Y/n. There wasn’t enough time in the day to spend with someone like him. He was everything she had hoped.

Fred was quick to ask for a second date, their first one barely over. He was convinced she was gonna be a love worth fighting for. Nothing excited him more.

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Mean humorous remarks ✰ F.W

a/n: this is day one of @theweasleyslut's writing challenge tropes (thank you again for letting me join a little late) the others are in the works, i should be posting one or two more today but tbh i didn't publish this one as soon as it was finished. i'm not sure why 😭

i'll be honest this isn't my favourite bit of writing i've ever done... but i've got some better stuff coming soon <3

requested: yes/no

trope: weddings

prompt: "did you need something?" and i also added "you look like you need a hug" cause it just fit tbh

summary: the wedding was beautiful, until a certain announcement. what happens when y/n's life is in danger? fred. fred weasley.

warnings: language, mentions of violence, purposely lowercase, fluff

𓆏𓃗𓃱𓃒𓃠𓃰𓃟

today was the wedding and yet i was still in bed... i just needed to give myself a minute, things were happening so fast. it seemed silly to have a wedding whilst everything with you know who was happening, but i guess it was good to have a distraction, a celebration of how far we've come. and then i felt an arm around my waste, fred. "what's wrong love" he whispered, we'd been dating since our 6th year at hogwarts, it was nice that even after everything that happened over the past couple of years, i could always rely on fred. he was always there when i needed him. "nothing, i'm just thinking. are you ok? how's george holding up?" he smiled softly at me "he's ok, he keeps sticking things in his ear hole" he chucked "and so am i, i'm alright" i turned to face him and pulled him into an embrace "you need to get ready though" he lifted up my chin "so do you fred... unless you plan on going to the wedding shirtless and in your boxers" i laughed and pecked his lips "come on" i sat up "i also told fleur i'd help her get ready, god i'm so behind" he just sat there laughing softly "classic y/n, waiting till the last possible minute" i smiled at him cheekily "it's a good way to live your life" he just kissed me again "stop stalling and get ready!" we couldn't stop laughing, and for the first time in a while i felt safe, happy... ok. i felt like the world had hope, a chance to go back to normal.

i got up and into my dress, it wasn't my favourite thing in the world, but fleur asked me to wear it, said it would look nice on me. i wanted today to be special for her, we're weirdly close, as annoying as she can be she gets it. she understands me, and it's good to have a friend like that you know. after i helped fleur i walked into fred and george's rooms, only to see fred somehow fucking up tieing his tie. "how do you go to a school where you have to wear a tie nearly everyday, only to now forget how to tie it" i laughed, he just kept looking at his tie, still messing it up "i'm not to sure... did you need something?" i chuckled to myself "i don't, but it looks like you do" he looked up as i walked over to him "you look beautiful by the way" he said just before he kissed me "you don't look to bad yourself" i started to tie his tie for him but i couldn't stop laughing "what are you giggling about love?" i just gave him that look. i knew exactly what he was doing. "you didn't actually need help did you?" i asked whilst raising an eyebrow at him. "i have absolutely no idea what you mean love..." before we burst out into laughter. honesty he was such an idiot. but as cheesy as it sounded- he was my idiot.

the wedding was lovely honestly. that was until death eaters tried to blow are fucking heads off. when the message came that the minister of magic was dead, i could tell nothing was going to be the same, everything from that moment on was gonna be chaos- and evidently i was right.

☆fred's pov☆

"the ministry has fallen. the minister of magic is dead" it didn't surprise me but i had hoped we had more time, to plan... or to just live our fucking lives! i zoned out from all the noise, but unfortunately not from reality. i knew things were going to shit when i felt y/n remove her hand from mine, just as she did i quickly turned to her "i love you, please don't die" she softly chuckled, even in a situation like this she could make me smile "like wise. i love you" and then she ran off to help ginny and bill fight off a death eater. just as i was about to go help her too, i noticed mum. she needed help more... i just hope y/n's ok.

now i knew mum was safe- well as safe as you can be when there's a bunch of bloody maniacs trying to kill ya, i tried to find y/n. she can handle herself, for sure, but that doesn't mean i wanna take any chances. "avada-" and as if it were a reflex i pointed my wand and shouted "expelliarmus!" turns out, you learn a thing or two from harry. who would have known. and to be honest, i didn't even know who i had just saved. and i didn't care. that was until i looked down "thanks freddie" she smiled. "holy shit y/n"

☆y/n's pov☆

fred fucking weasley saved my life "this better not get in your head" i chuckled. "glad to know you're ok, still have your mean humorous remarks" i just smiled at him again as he gave me his hand to help me up. finally everything was calming down, all the death eaters were gone "you look like you need a hug" i looked at him "yeah do you think you're mums about? i could really do with a hug" he chuckled and pulled into a tight hug "don't do that again" he whispered, i looked up at him "what? have an epic sense of humour?" he just sighed in relief "no... close though. i meant don't nearly die again. please" i kissed him "i'll try my best."

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