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How to save a life ~ F.W

Fred Weasley x Reader

summary: based of greys anatomy S:11 E:21 where derek Shepard dies :(

warnings: death, vomit.

authors note: hi! Sorry for the title being weird it’s being wack and won’t let me add one🤬 anyways, I’m back at it again with writing fics of Fred’s death bc this is how I cope, I apologize in advance bc I cried while writing this, hope you enjoy :)))

There you were standing in the house that the two of you shared with your beautiful two twin boys. It was the night of the Battle at Hogwarts, you had begged Fred not to go and fight, for the fear that he may not come back home, but he was stubborn, always had been. He felt the need to fight against Voldemort and the death eaters alongside his family.

The rest of the Order of The Pheonix thought it to be best you stayed home with your children. It had been a long night of worry, the twins were already fast asleep while you stayed in the den, pacing the floor, hoping that he would apparate back at any moment.

It had become dreadful, the waiting. That was until you heard the sound of someone apparating outside your front door, the wave of hope overwhelming you until you had opened the front door to see Kingsley.

“I’m afraid there’s been an accident, could you come with me please?” he said looking down at you, terror began to flood over the wave of hope that you had once felt.

“I can’t- I can’t just go. i- what am I supposed to do with my kids??”

And now here you were walking the halls of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries with your children’s hands in yours. Trying to find answers, trying to figure out if he was okay, if he was alive. A nurse takes the children while you find the room where he lays motionless, you were the only one there, everyone else was still fighting in the war.

You stand there staring at his body, trembling because you can’t lose him, not now, not ever.

“He is alive, as of right now but, these machines are what’s keeping him alive. It’s very unlikely that without them, he will make it.” One of the healers’ states, backing away, you go back out to the hall and find your children and sit with them, wanting to be with them as you try and process it all, the one of them laying down on your lap, you all sit there for a few hours, until a healer comes back out.

‘Ma’am, I thought I should explain how this all works…” he says snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Where are the papers? I’ve been through this before with my mom, I know how it all works, you’ve waited the requisite hours and now you can declare him dead, and those are the papers, the papers you want me to sign to decide what to do with my husband, now that he is dead but not really dead, do we ship him off to a long care facilities and cross our fingers and hope for fairytales or do I pull the plug and stop all treatments, and terminate all life-sustaining measures… Is that what you wanted to explain to me, while I’m sitting here with my sleeping children? You want to explain how to kill my husband.” you choke out.

The healer sets down the papers and simply walks away, you couldn’t take it anymore. You run outside, crying so hard to the point you throw up, trying to get some air, calm yourself down.

Finally, you enter the room where he lays and hands the signed paper to a healer and go sit in the chair next to his bedside. Looking into his face, the scraps and bruises covering his body from where the wall had crumbled above him.

“I’m gonna start now.” The healer says and she starts turning off each machine one by one. She finally gets down to the last one and you stop her. Needing one more moment.

“Fred… Fred.” You whisper, trying to get him to hear you, And flashbacks of your life together flood your memory, the times you had at school, the moment he made a fool of himself asking you to the yule ball, the first kiss, the first “I love you’s”, him flying away from Hogwarts, his face being the first one you see after getting off the platform after graduating, the opening of the shop, your wedding night, the day you gave birth to your twins, all of it.

“Fred… It’s okay… You go, we will be fine.” You say rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“Are you ready?” the healer says to you, looking sorrowfully towards you.

“No, but go ahead,” you say back as she continues to remove all the things that are keeping him here with you. Until she is finished and you hear that one last breath escape from his lips. Then there you stood, alone in the hospital room, widowed.

Walking out of the room to see the two boys coloring, and playing with toy cars. You give a slight smile.

“Hey guys,” you say, as they look up, running over to hug you.

“Where’s daddy, is he here?” one of them says.

“Remember Daddy went to go help fight bad guys, with Uncle Georgie,” you say sighing.

“Yeah, is he coming home soon?” he says again.

“No. There was an accident.” You say starting to tear up.

“Is he hurt?” the other one says, you began to hear the worry in their voices.

“He was,” you reply.

“Are the healers fixing him?” they say in unison.

“No, they can’t fix him.”

“Then you should go in there and fix him. You fix everyone.”

“Darling, I can’t fix him…” your voice starting to crack.

“Why?” one says as you start to see their eyes become glossy.

“I can’t fix him because no one can fix him, because he is dead... Daddy died,” you say tears falling, both kids embrace you. You all holding each other as you cry.

You feel empty and lost. He was the love of your life. You doubt you will ever love another man like you loved him, how could you? But he’s gone, that’s the point, isn’t it? He’s gone and you’re here.

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to grow old in

ummm im sorry lol iykyk

warnings: angst, very sad, i am sorry.

Despite it being one of the thinnest papers you had ever held in your hands, the property deed felt heavy. The house in front of you loomed over you, the shadow of it was all too similar to the one you felt in your heart.

You let out a shaky sigh before exiting your car. This was your new home as the paper stated and as much as you wanted to sell it, give it to some other pair more deserving of it, you feet felt glued to the ground.

It was a quaint little place, perfect for two. There was a large window in front, a perfect size for letting the sun in on Sunday mornings when all you would want to do it stay in. A small porch longing to be decorated with rocking chairs was another homely addition.

The more you looked at the house, the further you walked in, exploring rooms you had seen once before, the shakier your breathing became, the harder the tears fell.

You were standing in the empty living room now, having fallen to your knees minutes ago. Your sobs echoed around the empty room, the property laid open in front of you from when it slipped from your hands. On it, a simple red heart and messy scrawl stood out.

To grow old in. F.

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The beach // F.W

- “I was devastated when you died.”

Summary: based on the greys anatomy “covid dream” beach where y/n sees her lost lover one last time.

Warnings: death.

There I was, standing in this familiar place. The Shell cottage beach. It felt peaceful. I had no idea what was going on, one moment I was standing talking to George and then suddenly everything went black and then I saw a white flash and I was at the beach… my mind should have been filled with never-ending questions as to what had just happened, had I accidentally apperated? Have I died? Is this heaven? But there were no questions. My mind was somehow at peace. Sitting here on this beach I felt peace. Looking over to the cottage on the porch, I saw a figure, a man, this man seemed familiar, the figure of his body reminding me of someone from my past.

I begin to walk over to get a closer look.

“Excuse me!” I say trying to get this man’s attention. He looks up, looking to see where the voice had come from. “Y/N?” he says. I then suddenly hear the voice I have been longing for, I see the face of the only boy I have ever really loved. I see the bright fiery red hair that I would always play with when he would lay in my lap when he was tired or sad. I see that damned smile that no matter what would always be contagious.

“Fred,” I say relieved, as though the weight of the world had finally been lifted off my shoulders. I stand there staring at him longingly trying to wrap my mind over the fact that he was here, that I could see him.

 Running up the stairs, craving his embrace, needing to hold him one more time, feel his skin, smell the signature scent of fireworks and butterbeer.

Things finally settle, I sit down on the wooden steps as Fred remains standing leaning against the railing.

“You know, we’ve got great kids,” he says smiling at me.

I smile back sadly, “They are the best, although I truly underestimated how intense two twins girls would be, truly a handful just like their father… you never got to meet them, you had died before I even found out.” my face dropping as I look at the floor.

“I check in sometimes,” he says sitting down in front of me, lifting up my face and rubbing his thumb on my cheek. 

“Do I get a choice, do I get to decided if I back home?” I say looking back up at him.

“I don’t know, I didn’t.” He goes silent for a little bit then speaks up again. 

“I would’ve stayed if I could’ve. I guess it different for everyone though.”

“I was devastated when you died.”

As she made her way up to the coffin staring down at her lost lover she reaches her hand out to his face and started rubbing his cheek with her thumb, as a single tear drops down her face and lands onto his shirt. Grabbing and squeezing his hand one last time, she reaches for her stomach yearning over the fact that he will know never get to meet his unborn child, and begans to take her place standing in the back of the funeral with George, watching as Bill begins a speech about the great times he had with his late brother. Her attention was then brought to a Ravenclaw who was in their year at Hogwarts who was bawling her eyes out. y/n covered up her mouth and slowly backed out and ran to a tree to sit under. George took noticed this and instantly ran over to her and sat down in the empty spot next to her and wrapped his arm around to comfort her. She finally looked up and started laughing, George was instantly confused.

“I’m so sorry,” she laughed. 

“You’re laughing?” George asked.

“Freds dead, He’s dead and they are about to put him in the ground, and that girl in our year who has never even talked to him before is crying harder than your mum,” she said continuing to laugh.

“You are far more twisted than I thought you were,” he said joining on the laughter.

“And I’m pregnant with his child, who he will never get the chance to meet.” She said adding in.  “Looks like he is more holy than I am now,” George said pointing to his lost ear, creating even more laugher between the two. The both of them continue to laugh harder and harder until it finally died down. They noticed people starting to get up and beginning to leave when they both see the Ravenclaw girl once more, crying even harder, and once again the laughing starts up all over again. Until it finally dies down once more and they begin to get sad again. This leads George to grab her arm as she leans her head on his shoulder as they begin to comfort each other.                                

(“I was devastated when you died”)

“George and you were cracking up at my funeral?!” He said meeting your eyes in a confused but smirking matter.

“I- We were…” she tried to explain herself

“Hmm… what?” Fred said interrupting “no, it made me happy,” he says to you once more meeting your eyes. 

“ I was devastated though, I was so mad at myself,”

“Why would you be mad at yourself?” he said looking back up at her seriously.

“For not being quick enough to protect you.”

“y/n-”

“You always went all in, you always were there protecting people, your friends, your family, those random first years… you changed my life, Fred. I never got a chance to say it when you were alive, but it’s true. And I am so incredibly in love with you and I miss you so much every day. I just wish to have you back."

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Sunflower Vol. 6 // f.w.

– “I couldn’t want you anymore.”

summary / fred weasley is hopelessly in love with his best friend and stays behind from a Hogsmeade trip to prove it to her.

word count / 2.7k

warnings / food, a playful slap to the thigh. 

FINE LINE COLLECTION

Fred Weasley leaned against the stonewall of the castle as he waited, right across from the transfiguration classroom. It was a Saturday, he had plans to attend Hogsmeade with George and their mates, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and Y/N. He waited patiently, as Y/N finished her make-up test after skipping class one day as she laid sick in her dorm bed. 

Fred had been worried, bombarding her with soup and potions from Madam Pompfrey, despite the infinite protests from Y/N telling him it was just a cold. He was by her side the entire day. After her recovery he was quick to drag her along in their normal festivities, today’s being Hogsmeade. 

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AUGHHHHHH I JUST CANT HANDLE HOW THIS MAN MAKES ME FEELLLL hfjajiejsjw

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I Prefer You - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem reader 

Masterlist , Request Rules , Writing Prompts

About: The reader is best friends with the Weasley twins, whilst studying with them, Cedric Diggory shows up and confesses his love for her. Little does the reader know, Fred is also in love with her. She finds herself having to deal with Fred and Cedric competing for her love and in the end she has to choose one.

Warnings: love triangle, major fluff! 

“I wish he’d stop staring at you” Fred huffed, staring at the popular Hufflepuff student who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

George looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Cedric, turning back around and tapping the book you were reading. 

“He’s been at it since you bloody walked in.” George spoke up, trying his best to not notify the whole library. 

You smirked and stopped focusing on your DADA homework, looking up you caught Cedric’s glance, his pearly white teeth twinkling as he smiled, his grey eyes radiating love towards you. You smiled back and waved at him, looking back down at your work and chuckling.

Fred didn’t like the way you looked at Cedric, in fact he hated it, he hated that Cedric had to be staring at you and not his handful of fangirls that constantly flocked around him everywhere he went. 

“Oh do give over” Fred huffed again, looking at you “you can’t be seriously entertaining that air head.” 

You looked up from your work again and looked at Fred, his facial expression hardened and you could tell that he was in no mood to joke around, you opened your mouth to ask what his problem was but Cedric had already walked over to you, practicing his lines. 

“Y/N, may I have a word?” Cedric asked politely, his soft voice almost putting you in a trance. 

“Whatever you’ve got to say just spit it out, Ced.” Fred interrupted, fidgeting in his chair.

George smirked “Yeah, Ced. What’s the big deal?”

Cedric pursed his lips trying not to laugh, he knew the twins were doing this on purpose but he wouldn’t allow them to get in the way of what he wanted, even if they had more influence over you than he did.

Cedric looked at Fred and George and nodded “Alright then” he cleared his throat and looked back at you “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend on a date.” 

The four of you went silent for a moment, Fred’s heart rate elevated and he felt like jumping out of his chair and battering Cedric for making a move on his girl - but then Fred realised that he had never told you how he felt, he always assumed the two of you would have a moment but it never happened and it certainly wouldn’t now thanks to Cedric. 

George stared at his brother, preparing himself to hold him back if he tried to go for Cedric, and you - you were sat in your chair feeling flattered that someone had asked such a thing, that someone saw something in you for the first time. After all, you were hoping Fred would gain feelings for you like you did for him, but in your mind, Fred wasn’t interested in being anything more than best friends. 

You blushed and nodded “I would love to” you smiled back at Cedric, cracking Fred’s heart.

Cedric chuckled and licked his lips, nodding his head, looking incredibly proud with himself “I’ll see you Saturday” he replied, walking away. 

“And in class!” you reminded him, shaking your head and closing your book. 

Five days, you had five days until your big date with Cedric and funnily enough, Fred was more nervous than you were. 

“Are you actually going with him?” Fred asked, stabbing his slice of chicken breast with his fork. 

You could tell Fred was irritated, annoyed, but you couldn’t understand why. You thought after all the other people you had brought up he would finally approve of the student who went ahead and made a move on you. 

You looked at Fred and swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice, you placed your Goblet back down on the table. “I said yes didn’t I? Why are you so bothered about it, Fred?” 

George nudged Fred and whispered in his ear “just tell her, Freddie.” 

You looked at Fred and started to slice your own chicken breast into strips “tell me what?” you shoved a strip into your mouth and started to chew.

Fred sighed and gave in, looking at George before focusing on you. “I fancy you alright, I’ve been after you since third year and as soon as that plonker shows up you’re all giggly.”

You inhaled a few dry strings of skin from the chicken breast, causing you to choke, you grabbed your goblet and downed some more juice, washing down the bits that got stuck in your throat. 

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you hissed at Fred “I fancy you too!” 

You didn’t mean to let that last part slip but it was already too late. 

Fred’s face turned into a massive grin, he put down his knife and fork “do you really?” 

You nodded your head and continued to eat your breakfast. 

“Brilliant, cancel your date with Cedric and we’ll go instead.” Fred looked over at the Hufflepuff table and laughed at Cedric gently buttering his toast.

You shook your head and grinned back at Fred, your plate almost empty. “No” you replied “if you want me you’ve got to prove it.” 

From Monday onwards Fred and Cedric went head to head with one another, constantly trying to one up each other and increasing how much love they were showering over you. Cedric didn’t give up all because Fred entered the picture and Fred didn’t give up as Saturday got closer.

Four Days

Walking over to you bed your jaw dropped, bouquet’s of flowers littered your quilt covers and rested against your pillows, you were surrounded by sunflowers and  yellow roses, all of which were from Cedric - the yellow notes representing his house. 

As much as you loved the sentiment, flowers weren’t really your thing - sure they were gorgeous and they brought you light when you looked at them but it didn’t make you double over in laughter like Fred did and everything he did for you. Instead of flowers and detailed love letters, Fred didn’t gift you anything except his biggest and most comfy jumper that his mother knitted, he also gave you his time and effort. 

You walked into the great hall wearing Fred’s jumper, his ego boosting and Cedric’s crumbling. 

“You look stunning in my clothes” Fred smirked, taking a bite out of his toast.

You blushed and sat next to him “I want more than just your jumper.”

Three Days

As much as Cedric wanted to, he didn’t have as much time as Fred - well he did - but he spent that time studying, going to extra classes and entertaining his fanbase. The only time you got with Cedric was in Herbology, he tried getting to know you better, asking you about your interests but he couldn’t make you laugh, he didn’t understand your humour. 

“I don’t understand” Cedric replied “is that supposed to be funny?”

You sighed and shook your head “it doesn’t matter, don’t sweat it Ced.”

Two Days

You and Fred bunked a few classes and went off to Hogsmeade, going crazy in Honey Dukes and even cuddling up together and sharing a Butterbeer to keep yourselves warm. The two of you stayed up all night, winding up Mr Filch and Mrs Norris, you even went into Snape’s personal stores and stole the ingredients to make a Poly Juice potion, transforming yourselves into Draco and Pansy to get them into more trouble. 

“On second thoughts, I don’t think you’re that pretty.” Fred grimaced at you.

You stared at him and walked over to him, pulling out one of his platinum blonde hairs “could say the same thing about you” you joked, both of you waiting for the potion to wear off.

One Day

“You looking forward to tomorrow then?” Fred smirked, seeing you groan in pain.

You shook your head “it’s going to be unbearable, he’s can’t make me laugh, he’s too soft, can’t take joke. I feel like he gets scared and takes things a bit too literally.”

Fred grinned and licked his lips “well I make you laugh all the time, wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve wet yourself because of me.” 

Rolling your eyes you looked over at the Hufflepuff table again, Cedric talking with his fanbase. 

“He’s got more than enough options, the majority of them girls are better suited for him than me.” 

You turned your focus back to your food and took a bite out of your sandwich.

“Aright then, if you’ve got it all figured out go and tell him.” Fred encouraged you, his ego shinning through, George just wanting the two of you to shut up and be together already. 

You knew Fred was testing you again and you didn’t want to back down, after Cedric’s offer, you and Fred were finally heading where you always wanted, you felt yourself itching for him, hungry for him, you wanted him - the more you wanted him, the less you wanted Cedric, the less the popular Hufflepuff lad stood out to you. 

“Okay then, watch me.” 

Standing up, you left your table and walked over to Cedric, his fangirls instantly looking appalled to be in your presence. You tapped him on the shoulder, Cedric turned around and smiled searching your face. 

“Y/N” his face fell when he noticed you were still wearing Fred’s jumper.

“Ced - Cedric, I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind about tomorrow.”

The infatuated girls around him started to smile, suddenly enjoying you being around. Cedric looked upset but then again you couldn’t read into him like you could Fred, you realised that you barely knew Cedric at all - he was sending love letters and flowers to a girl he didn’t know at all.

“She’s taking her bloody time isn’t she?” George spoke up watching you.

“Shut up” Fred shushed him “wait for it”

You smiled slightly and looked at Cho for a moment who was sitting with her friends “you should ask Cho, I know she sees something in you.”

“She’s done it” Fred smirked “she’s actually done it.”

Saturday

“I still can’t believe you nearly ended up with that toss-pot.” Fred laughed, grabbing some black pepper imps. 

You grabbed some Chocolate Frogs “it’s a good job that I prefer you” holding his free hand the two of you shared a moment.

The overcrowded sweet shop suddenly felt empty, as if it were only you and Fred inside. Getting on your tiptoes and leaned in and Fred accepted, the two of you sharing the first kiss of many. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Fred grinned and licked his lips, bringing his hand up to your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I feel like such an idiot for not telling you sooner” Fred shook his head “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything either”

“I was sort of just waiting for it to happen, I suppose we’ve got Cedric to thank for that.”

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[fallin-4-ya]

when i think of you

when i think of you

fred weasley x reader

summary: as time passes y/n and fred find themselves completely in love with each other, but there just never seems to be a moment where they both have the courage to do so.

warnings: none! (gif is not mine, credit to owner!)

Out of all the people to love in the world I had to choose you.

Y/n loved Fred Weasley more than she cared to admit. She could not explain why or how, but rather all the wonderful and tragic things she felt around him. There was just something about the way he could always make her smile or how he had always known her better than she had known herself. It had been that way since childhood, so y/n tucked away her feelings in a small box in her heart in the hopes that no one would ever find them.

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Meet Me at the Clock

Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions and allusions of death

Note: idk where this came from but it’s both sad and happy I guess, I hope you enjoy 💕

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Taking the first few steps forward felt impossible. Like your feet were dragging through muck and mud, begging you not to propel yourself further. But you had to. You had made a promise that you intended to keep. And now you finally could.

So, summoning all your willpower, you swung each foot forward until you were slowly making your way through the hallway. The lights surrounding you felt just a tad too bright for your liking. It illuminated every shadow, chased away every darkness from the world. A pleasant thought, but the bright white lights seared your eyes.

It did, however allow you to meet the gazes of those you passed on your way through what you assumed would be an empty corridor. But you were met with proud and wistful gazes. Smiling eyes and upturned mouths that disguised the innermost sadness. Your friends, many of whom you hadn’t seen for ages, were all gathered here for you.

As you walked, you glanced down at the elegant gown you hadn’t realized you were wearing. The last time you wore it was many years ago, almost too long to remember. Except it was one of the greatest nights of your life. It was an elegant plum, knee-length gown that fit your figure perfectly back then. And now, it miraculously fit as though it were remade just for this moment. The very feel of the silken material sent your memories soaring to that beautiful wedding where you simply floated around the dance floor with your best friend. Little did you know he would easily become the love of your life and greatest source of joy and laughter. At least for a while.

But now here you were, letting your footsteps echo through an otherwise silent hallway, one that seemed never to end.

When you finally arrived at the end, it opened up to a large room, ceiling seemingly higher than the clouds themselves. Once again you found the room to be lit with the brightest of glows, light glimmering from every surface. It felt surreal.

On your right, your hand was grasped by another old friend. When was the last time you had seen them? And on the left you spotted an old relative that had been missing from reunions for years. Yet here they were, a proud smile adorning their face.

Taking the final steps to the bottom of the stairwell, you craned your neck upward to glance toward the top.

There.

Placing your foot on the first step, you lifted your weight up, grasping the handrail with your right arm to keep your body steady. You felt all eyes on you as you ascended the flight of stairs.

With each step your stomach fluttered just a bit more. As the space narrowed, you remembered the promise you had made all those years ago and your breath caught in your throat.

He turned around.

You met his eyes.

Fred held his hand out to you as if he had been waiting for this very moment for far longer than you could imagine. The smile on his lips said it all.

Welcome home.

You reached forward and took his hand in yours as he helped you climb the final steps until you stood level with him, although he still towered over you, as he always had. His hand held firmly in yours, you realized that this very moment was exactly what you had been looking forward to since that fateful night.

Fred placed his hand on your waist, his other hand snaking to the back of your neck. Your own hands wrapped up his shoulders and around his neck until you were mere centimeters from each other. Closing the little remaining distance, you connected your lips and an explosion of passion and love erupted between you. The feeling of elation you swore you would never feel again. And here it was.

And although you knew that so many others had come here to meet you, in that moment with that man, you felt as though it was just you two, united once more.

“Welcome home, my love.” Fred whispered to you. “Thank you for keeping your promise.”

Reaching into his coat pocket, Fred handed you the slip of paper that instantly flooded you with memories. The same slip of paper that he had given you on the night he first proclaimed his feelings for you while you were barely beyond your school years, yet holding the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Unfolding the paper, you let a grin wash over your face at the familiar handwriting.

“Meet me at the clock.” It read.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” you glanced up to look at your long lost love, tears dancing at the edge of your vision.

“No, it’s me who’s sorry. For not being around for you. And for selfishly wishing you would rejoin me.” He glanced around at all those who had perished as he had during the raging battle all those years ago. “Thankfully you didn’t come to meet me too soon. You lived the life we both wanted for you.” He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours.

“But now I’m here,” you whispered. “And we have all the time in the world.”

“Death never felt so wonderful.”

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[slytherxnprince]

Fred: wanna get stoned mate?

George: ye mate

Fred: [throws stone at george]

George:

George: oi

George: what the fok mate

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Lights Up // f.w.

— “I’m not ever going back.”

summary / in which y/n runs into an old friend at a business party, and finds herself falling in love with the man he’s become.

word count / 3.2k

warnings / alcohol, one overly confident man. very brief mentions of the war. 

FINE LINE COLLECTION

The sight of the ballroom before Y/N had her stomach dropping. It was a large, elegant room filled with prestige guests from all across the country. A large, glistening chandelier hung from the tall ceiling, reflecting glitters all across the mundane walls. She felt uneasy, like every pair of eyes on each old painting was watching her closely. 

Being an assistant to a businessman meant that she was required to tag along to these events. Her boss liked to have as many people on deck as possible, holding investors in conversation until he was ready to speak to them about his newest plans. Although, judging by how old and stuffy the investors were that evening, Y/N opted to stay by the bar instead. 

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I must save this forever. I legit started tearing up IN THE MIDDLE IF CLASS over how cute it was

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Not me waiting for the wealsey twins to come in and cause mass destruction with fireworks during the psat... 🥲

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carnations, forget me nots and roses - f.w

Pairing: Fred x Muggle Fem!Reader Summary: Since the war, Fred likes spending his time around muggle London. One day, he finds himself in a flower shop, face-to-face with who he thinks might be the love of his life. Warnings: Mention of war, death and injury, food and drink mention, swearing Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is your typical ‘Fred goes to the muggle world to relax after the war and falls in love with a muggle fic’ but I’m absolutely obsessed with flower shop aus so…………. Heyyyyy. Also, I have ideas for a part two where Fred opens up about being a wizard because I couldn’t bring myself to break up the story after Fred essentially confesses so…. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in!

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Fred walks down the streets of muggle London on his lunch hour, the cafe he frequents in his sights. He’s been coming more often, fascinated by the muggles and their unawareness for the war that raged in the wizarding world only a year prior.

He always loves getting away. He loves magic, growing up with it his entire life how could he not. But sometimes he needs a break, to be just Fred and not Fred the wizard jokester who helped save the world. George understands, of course he does, and when Fred tells him where he’s going he’s always happy to man the shop for a bit.

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Plz this is ADORABLE!!

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I FJAJJEJWJWJW THE AMOUNT OF LOVE I HAVE FOR MUGGLE READER STORIES NFJANSNW

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Reblog if you're a Gryffindor.

ravenclaw | hufflepuff | slytherin

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“The world has ended, so why had the battle not ceased.” WILL NEVER NOT BREAK ME. IVE BEEN CRYING FOR 30 MINUTES OVER THIS STUPID LINE BECAUSE IM REREADING DEATHLY HALLOWS AND AUGHHHHHHHBHDHSHS

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Dragons ~ F. Weasley

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine please don’t bully me hahaha

Warnings: PTSD

Summary: after running away from the wizard of world you are greeted by a ginger boy who finds your drawings quite fascinating.

Fred x reader

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Here you were sitting on a park bench, taking in the muggle world. It was quite relaxing actually. After the war you felt the need to simply take a break away from the destruction of the wizarding world, away from the death and trauma it caused you and so you decided to spend the summer as a muggle. You found an apartment in London, a job in a small coffee shop, and started going to therapy as well.  

Your therapist recently suggested taking back up art. You always loved to draw and you were pretty damn good at it too. It truly helped you a lot and even led you to where you were now, sitting on this park bench drawing, basking in the sunlight while the sound of kids laughing and playing wa heard in the background. You missed the wizarding world a lot and to help with that you constantly drew things from it, currently working on a drawing of a dragon. 

“That is a brilliant drawing, Seriously you are crazy talented!” you heard a voice behind you say, causing you to jump, you turn around and were greeted by a tall ginger boy staring down at your drawing.

“Uhm thank you.” you saying letting out a slight laugh.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there, I’m Fred by the way.” He said reaching out his hand with a smile. 

“Y/N.” you said shaking his hand and returning the smile.

“Is that a Norwegian Ridgeback that you are drawing?” he said looking even more intently at the drawing.

“Uhm yeah? How did you know that, most people don’t-” you say trying to wrap your mind over the fact that a muggle know the name of dragons in the wizarding world.

“I’m not like most people, Darling. Do you happen to have anymore drawings? I would love to see more of your work.” he says looking back down to the paper.

“Yeah, uhm one second.” You say pulling your bag into your lap. scrambling through it, you finally found your portfolio filled with your art work. You pulled it out without realizing what had falling out out your bag. You go to look at Fred and notice his eyes now drawn to your wand sitting on the concrete below you. Panicking, you struggle to grab it without drawing too much attention to yourself.

“S-sorry, that was just-” you say shoving it back into your bag.

“Don’t worry,” He says nuding your arm. “I got one too.” He said smiling as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wand. You were shocked, honestly couldn’t believe your eyes.

“You’re a -” Still shaken up and hardly capable of forming a proper sentence. He laughed.

“A Wizard? Yes.” Laughing again, “Now what is a beautiful witch like you doing outside of the wizarding world?” he asked looking up and meeting your eyes.

“Uhm well, After the war I- i just needed to escape. It all became way too much to hold on my shoulders and so i guess i ran away. Only for the summer though. I plan on heading back in September. What about you? What's a handsome wizard like you doing outside of the wizarding world?” you say mockingly to Fred.

“Same as you, i almost died in the war and i couldn’t sleep at night, memories of it all happened kept flashing in my mind and so i took a break. i’ve honestly been sleeping a lot better now.” he said looking back up to your eyes, smiling.

“You still have yet to show me those other drawings.” He added on shortly after.

“Right.” You say laughing, handing him the folder.

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What- I just- WHY??!