Roads Not Taken [F.W.]
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a request for a Fred x reader where we see them fall in love throughout their hogwarts years and then get married after the battle of hogwarts? – @the-romanian-is-bae
Time and circumstance could never come between you and Fred, try as they might. Neither of you just never found each other at the right moment.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Words: ~10.4k
Warning/s: heavy swearing, slight infidelity, ptsd, depression, mentions of war and killing, minor character death, slow-burn, angst
A/N: i went real overboard w this behemoth of a fic, it was such a joy writing this and i think i kinda outdid myself in prose and in length (pls dont let it flop ahAH) i hope you enjoy it, thank you for requesting!!! <3 [PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, ANYWHERE]
1994
It was the night after the first challenge of the Triwizard tournament, and everybody in Gryffindor house decided to celebrate Harry’s victory, even though the boy who lived had chosen to tuck himself into bed early. The Weasley twins were the unofficial Firewhiskey suppliers to all of Gryffindor’s common room parties, and this party was no exception. A muggle-born 7th year had brought a speaker, an aux cord, and an MP3 player out from his trunk, blasting muggle music that even the purebloods seemed to enjoy. Amidst the loud music, there were Gryffindors scattered about- Some were dancing, some were talking, and some were doing more than talking. In comparison to the rest of the chaos ensuing in the room, the game of Spin the Bottle next to the fireplace was about the most innocent thing to occur. After Seamus Finnigan’s turn earned him a kiss with Romilda Vane, the two, to their best efforts, tried to discreetly leave the circle to continue in the dormitories. You watched Romilda as she staggered to the dormitories with a drunk Seamus trailing after her and laughed along with the rest of the group as Seamus tripped twice on his way out. You were then elbowed in the side by an eager Lee Jordan, prompting you to take your turn. You turned to flash him a quick smile and leaned over to spin the empty Firewhiskey bottle. It spun like a pinwheel until it landed on Fred Weasley. Acquainted enough to make it comfortable, but not too close to make it weird. You shrugged, and leaned in.
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