wicked

FRED ARTHUR WEASLEY | 16 | GRYFFINDOR | SIXTH YEAR | HE/HIM // Humanity has unquestionably one really effective weapon—laughter. Power, money, persuasion, supplication, persecution—these can lift at a colossal humbug—push it a little—weaken it a little, century by century; but only laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

bitxfadick:

He’s waiting for defeat, for more tears, for the insistence that he must have had real feelings for him at some point. But none of that happens. Instead Fred smiles. Alfie raises an eyebrow in confusion, allowing his hands to drop away from the other boy as he leans away from him. Maybe he’s drunker than he first appeared. Then Fred’s fist is connecting with his mouth and he’s staggering back. A hand moves to hold his jaw and he spits out blood, bracing himself against a nearby tree. “What the fuck Weasley?” He regrets talking immediately, the action sending pain through his face once more. Behind Fred he can see Izabela, still with that sad broken look to her, but now her eyebrows are raised in shock. Alfie grimaces and straightens himself, still nursing his mouth, “It’s not my fault you don’t like the truth, at least now you can know for sure that no one loves you.”

“Well, that’s not true.” Fred glances over his shoulder to find Molly watching the proceedings and sipping at her drink with an impassive expression, her eyes fixed on Alfie with an almost frightening intensity. “I love him.” Her eyes flicker to meet his. “Hit him again, Freddie.” 

He’s more than happy to comply, hauling Alfie in by grabbing a handful of his shirt and dragging him in to meet his next swing. It connects with the satisfying smack of flesh meeting flesh and he can see why Molly gets into so many fights now. This is oddly cathartic. “You’re a fucking prick,” he laughs, the realisation sweet, “You’ve always been a fucking prick. You can’t fuck worth a damn, and I’m better off without you. I’ve always been better off without you. And now I’m...done, with you. With this. It’s over.”

“Looks like you’ve lost this game,” Molly observes drily, before she wanders away, interest seemingly lost. Fred shoves the other away from him in disgust; it’s hard to believe he could have ever craved his touch as badly as he had. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

bitxfadick:

Alfie grips him harder as he feels his teeth dig into his lip, when Fred pulls away he leans to the side and spits out the blood, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. “You can’t make someone love you Freddie. I did to you exactly what you did to that poor girl.” He sneers, “I lied.” It’s almost sad really, seeing Fred so desperate to relieve himself of the guilt, but Alfie just rolls his eyes, “You can tell yourself that all you want, but I think you knew exactly what you were doing. You flattered her and followed her and made her all kinds of empty promises.” Alfie can’t help but step back as Fred collapses into him, an eyebrow quirking at his question, “You want to know why I did it?” He grasps Fred’s chin, makes the other boy look him in the eye, “I did it because it’s fun.”

It doesn’t...hurt, not the way he’d expected it to. It’s the answer he’d been waiting for, really. Molly had told him, so many times, that Alfie was just messing him about, that he got off on causing other people misery. And Fred hadn’t wanted to believe her. But he’s got the proof now, right out of Alfie’s own mouth. It makes him smile. His lips curl upwards and the overwhelming urge he’d felt -- to burst into tears -- fades slowly. His other words -- about what he’d done to Izabela -- only tear such a jagged hole through his chest because they’re true, at least to an extent. Fred takes a moment to straighten himself out, tugs his shirt back into place and wipes at the blood smeared on his lips, until it’s streaked across the knuckles of one hand instead. 

That’s the hand he uses to punch Alfie right in his smart mouth. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

professor-teddy:

Teddy laughed softly, “Well, Abby will definitely appreciate that, she likes getting to spend time with you.” he told the younger boy before giving him a concerned look, “You don’t have to be here, you know? Honestly I’d be happier if none of you were. The forbidden forest really isn’t a good place for students to be.”

“Thanks, Ted, but yeah, I really do have to be here.” He didn’t know how to explain the X letters to Teddy, because that would mean explaining the fire, and he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. “You don’t have to be, though,” he continued, peering at the other curiously, “Don’t tell me you’re out here just to keep an eye on us.” 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

roxannnne-renegade:

Roxanne’s heart broke as she looked at her brother, looking so small and broken, not like her Freddie, the Freddie who once punched a boy twice his size when they were nine, after he called her hair ugly.  “Oh Freddie,” She pulled him into a hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m here for you, no matter what. You’ve just got to let me help you.”

“F-Fucking hell,” Fred choked out, practically collapsing into Roxy’s arm’s. His arms wrapped tight around her, because he couldn’t let her go, not now that he knew that she was really going to be in his corner, that he could count her on, the way he always had. “It’s all such a mess, Rox,” he sobbed, tears running unchecked down his face now, “I don’t know wh-what to do.” 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

bitxfadick:

He’d heard that some couple had had a massive fight or something, but had paid no mind to it. He’s reclined against a tree, arms folding over his chest as he watches the party. The last thing he expects is for an incredibly drunk Fred to grab the front of his shirt. Of course, his hands immediately go to the other boy’s waist, tugging him closer during the kiss. He’s smirking when they break apart, “Freddie that was too easy. Really, with all your gusto about loving her I thought you’d at least put up a fight.” His eyes drift over Fred’s shoulder and meet Izabela’s unmistakable green ones through the crowd, even if they are filled with tears, and his smirk only grows. “You know, I’ve never seen someone die on the inside before, but I think that’s what it looks like.” He gestures to the girl, “You could have spared her feelings a bit.” His hand finds its way to the back of Fred’s neck, and pulls him into a kiss again.

“Shut up,” Fred snarls, biting at the other’s lip until the familiar taste of blood floods his mouth. When he pulls back, there’s red smeared across his bottom lip. “Loved you!” He practically spat the words, swaying on the spot, “You--you made me love you! I didn’t make her love me! It wasn’t my fault!” The word’s a sob that bursts out of him with enough force that it makes him practically collapse into Alfie. “It wasn’t my fault,” he repeats, voice little more than a croak. He wants to wrap his arms around Alfie’s neck, like he used to, wants to be held. But he can’t bring himself to, or to ask. “...Tell me why you did it. Tell me why you made me love you. You owe me that much.”

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

@bitxfadick

He’s drunk, stupidly so. 

The firewhiskey hasn’t done anything to soothe the hurt that had come from what he’d had to do to Izabela, like he’d hoped it would. Fred takes another swig from the bottle he’d swiped from the ‘refreshments’ table and scans the small crowd of partygoers for a certain someone. Once he’s spotted him, Fred hauls himself to his feet, with only minimal swaying. What he’s about to do is a bad idea, even he can recognise that, as sloshed as he is. But that doesn’t stop him from grabbing Alfie by the shirt and dragging him in close. “I hope you’re fucking happy now,” he murmurs, slurring a little, “’cause I’ve just done something really, really stupid. And I’m about to do something even stupider.”

And he leans forward and kisses him. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

izabxla:

      It’s like all the air leaves her body all at once. Any trace of a smile fades from       her face. “What?” It’s not really a question, more of a chance for him to take it       all back, say it was just some stupid joke. But he doesn’t. For a moment she       can’t breathe, or speak or do anything but stare at him in complete and utter       horror. The pain in her chest is crippling and that ocean inside her that had been       calm with him suddenly surges forward to drown her once more. “You promised.”       She whispers, her voice shaking, hands curling into fists at her sides. “You       promised!” This time she yells, fists meeting his chest as she pushes him away       with the strength normally reserved for beating bludgers. She wants him to hurt,       like she is. Wants to reach inside him and tear out his heart like he did to her. But       she doesn’t. Instead she stands there, chest heaving, tears staining her cheeks,       nails digging so hard into her palms there’s blood. She’s looking at him but in that       moment all she can see is the other man that broke her, her mother’s boss, and       her face contorts in anger, “You’re just like him.”

He doesn’t try and soothe her, or comfort her. He hasn’t got the energy for that. He’d stood there and taken the physical blows, and the verbal one she ends with he shrugs off like it hasn’t cut him down to the bone. “I should have known better, I ‘spose. Should have known that I was trying to force it.” Fred’s not really even speaking to her, the words are more for his own sake. He turns his impassive gaze back to her, shrugging again. “I make promises I can’t keep, Izabela. You’ll get over it. I’ll get over it. It’s not like we loved each other anyway, right?” He takes a few steps back, ready to walk away from this conversation. “Think that’s all I’ve got to say about this.” 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

izabxla:

      She clenches her jaw as turns away from his touch, allowing her hand       to drop, her heart squeezing painfully. Her lips purse at the mention of an       ex, those usually weren’t good news. Izy wants to take his hands, she wants       to hold him, to comfort him. But she doesn’t. Then she remembers Alfie’s       words to her in the corridor a few days ago and she looks away. “It’s okay       Freddie, you don’t have to apologize.” Comes her soft response, her eyebrows       creased in thought, “Alfie Kettleburn is your ex isn’t he? He said some things to       me the other day. But I paid them no mind.” She turns her gaze back to       him, giving him a small smile as she steps closer, hands rising to rest on his upper       arms, “you don’t have to protect me though. I’m perfectly capable.” Pushing       herself up on her toes she presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, “but I do appreciate       you trying.”

Fred staggers back a step away from her when she kisses his cheek, chest constricting painfully tight until he’s struggling to breathe. He’s got to do it now, he’s got to carry out X’s demented little ‘dare’ now, or he’s not going to do it at all. “He kissed me,” he blurts out, when he catches his breath, when he’s got some of his control back, “Alfie. He kissed me. After you left the pitch the other day. And I let him. And I kissed him back, Izabela, I kissed him back.” It’s horrifically easy to let the detached mask he usually uses when he dumps people slip into place; the worst part is, it feels the same way it usually does. “...You should have listened to them, the ones who warned you about me,” he mutters, voice low. “They call me a heartbreaker for a reason.” 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

“Tonight, we are young// So let’s set the world on fire// We can burn brighter than the sun || Some words in those lyrics must strike a nerve in your right? Well let me strike another nerve, make Izabela mad at you or your dirty little secret will be known by the whole school, and of course, your parents.” ~X

His parents can’t know, that’s completely and utterly out of the question. 

Sparing his family pain comes before anything else, and with the doubts Alfie had sown in his mind about the nature of his feelings for Izabela -- does  he feel as strongly about her as he’d convinced himself, or is it just a lingering infatuation? -- already, the choice isn’t a choice at all. But doing this...he’s going to have to break his promise, make a liar out of himself. 

He’s going to have to break her heart. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

izabxla:

      Of course, she notices immediately that something isn’t quite right. This       isn’t the same Freddie that had kissed her in the hallway. That Freddie had       been so confident. So sure. Her eyebrows pinch together and she slowly       untangles their fingers, eyes searching his face. There’s something akin to       fear in her expression, she’s scared that maybe he’s second guessing his       promise to her. Maybe he doesn’t feel for her in that way. “I’m-I’ve been fine.       I guess…What’s wrong?” She asks, ever the blunt one, “and don’t…don’t lie       to me Freddie, please.” She hesitates for a moment before gently resting a       hand on his cheek, giving him a small, sad smile, “I already told you, nothing       you could say could drive me away.”

“There’s just--it’s--I can’t...” Fred trails off, grimacing and rubbing at the back of his neck before he turns his head away from her touch. He takes a few deep breaths, shoving his shaking hands into his pockets so he doesn’t have to look at them. “...An ex, of mine, he, ah...he’s been hanging about, lately,” he starts slowly, and it’s not a lie. He’s not lying to her, just like she asked. “He’s not a nice bloke, and I figured it’d be safer for you if I just...stayed away, for a little bit. At least until he gets bored and starts harassing some other poor sod. I’m sorry.” 

He’s not lying to her; he’s just not telling her the whole truth, either. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

roxannnne-renegade:

Roxanne immediately paused at his tone. Fred was serious, and she was a bit worried. “Of course I promise, I could never hate you Freddie. I promise that whatever you say, I’ve got your back. Always.”

“Even if I’m the one who tried to burn down the shop?” Fred whispered, unable to force the words out any louder, “Even if Molly caught me taking potions I shouldn’t have been taking? Even if I’m letting some bloke--” He cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath and scrubbing a hand down his face. He was startled to find that his cheeks were wet. “I need help, Roxy,” he choked out. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

professor-teddy:

Teddy laughed softly, shaking his head, “I’m a professor, and a dad. Worrying about kids in the forbidden forest is part of the job description.” he pointed out. He rolled his eyes at his younger cousin, “Yeah, yeah, I’m a professor that’s not giving you detention right now though, so you just keep mocking.” he teased back.

“Yeah, alright, I suppose that’s true,” Freddie agreed easily, nodding along with his cousin’s words. “And that’s an excellent point, which I will make up to you in many hours of babysitting.” He fell back into step with Teddy, drawing his jacket tighter around him. “It’s so bloody creepy out here,” he whined, “Don’t know why this nutjob thought this was the best spot.” 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

roxannnne-renegade:

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. Even through her own forced excitement about the party, she could tell something was bugging her brother.  “That is true, but also did you really think that faux happiness was going to work on me, brother dearest? You couldn’t even hide that time you broke Nana Molly’s vase from me, I had to help you blame Dom. Come on, spill. What’s up? You should know I’m not exactly happy about this forbidden party either.”

“Right, first of all, I never actually tried to hide the fact that I broke it from you, because I needed you to help me blame it on Dom, like you said.” He spun around to walk backwards, so he could keep her in sight, and chewed on his bottom lip as he waged a war with himself. He slowly came to a stop. “...I’m going to tell you something, Roxanne. And you’ve got to promise me that you won’t hate me, cus I don’t think I could stand it if you hated me.” Anyone else, anyone else could hate him, but not Roxy. 

[izabxla-blog]

        Well, it had taken her long enough, but eventually she’d seen him, towering         above almost everyone else. The warmth that had spread through her chest         at the mere sight of him was enough to make her smile. “Hey.” Her voice is         soft as she comes to stand beside him, words meant only for him. Slipping         her small hand into his much larger one she looks up at him, expression         soft and adoring, “Is everything alright? I haven’t…I haven’t seen you much.”

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[freeeddieweasley-blog]

He nearly jumps clean out of his skin when the significantly smaller hand slips into his. His chest constricts painfully, breath stuttering for a moment, and he forces a smile onto his face. Fred has to actively resist the urge to shake Izabela off, which only makes his stomach churn with guilt even worse. “Hey,” he breathes, wincing when he realises he sounds like he’s just been punched in the throat. “Sorry, yeah, sorry, I’ve just...been busy? Quidditch practice--James is a bloody slavedriver when he wants to be. How’ve, uh, how’ve you been?” Pathetic, a voice (that sounds horribly like Alfie’s) hisses in his mind. 

[professor-teddy-archive]

“A party in for forest? Really?” Teddy commented with a sigh, “Just please tell me none of the younger years are here? If anyone wanders off they could get seriously hurt.” he said, half tempted to end things by simply giving every student he found there a detention, but honestly, he didn’t want to risk this X person following through with their threat.

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

“Mate, you are getting so old,” Freddie laughed, whirling on his heel so he could walk backwards and keep the other in sight. Although, he did see the good sense in what his honorary cousin was saying; the forest wasn’t an ideal spot for partying. “Far as I know, youngest year that’s here is fifth, so you can relax, professor.” Of course, Freddie shared Molly’s (bad) habit of only calling Teddy ‘professor’ when he was good-naturedly mocking him. 

[roxannnne-renegade]

Roxanne would really rather not go to this party. Any time she was around both alcohol and her best friend, was a potential opportunity to spill her feelings, and probably ruin their friendship forever. As they got ready together, Rox vowed to herself that it wouldn’t happen, not tonight. She was her best friend, nothing more. “Come on, I told the others we’d meet them in the entrance hall.”

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

“Never fear, sister mine! There’s no party that’s going to dare start without the two of us!” Roxy was probably going to be able to see straight through his forced cheerfulness, but Freddie figured he’d give it a crack anyway. He’d spent a good portion of his childhood and teenage years hiding things from his family, he’d gotten good at it. Hence, Roxy had no idea about his summer activities beyond ‘Fred slagged around with a bunch of people’. And his attendance at this stupid party was going to assure it stayed that way. 

[freeeddieweasley-blog]

coldgxddessdominique:

Dominique mustered up a glare for her cousin. “Freddie, I swear to Merlin if you don’t keep your voice down, I will curse you. I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.” She gave a satisfied sigh as she took the first mouthful of toast and bacon. Just what she needed. “What are you doing up this early anyway?”

“One of my dormmates decided he wanted to gift us all with a little morning serenade and Molly chased me out of the common room before I could find a sofa to sleep on.” He couldn’t help but grinned as he reached out and snatched a piece of bacon from her plate, darting out of arm’s reach before she could do anything about it. “But nevermind me. What’re you doing skulking around down here?”