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f.g.w. | Muggle au

Summary: In a world without magic nowadays, Fred would be a nurse (HP Muggle au).

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings: Co-workers to friends to lovers kind of trope, written at second person singular (you), a few swearing, mentions of: food, life-threatening injuries, blood, alcohol consumption, probably inexact medical facts and inaccurate descriptions of the UK’s health system. Reader gender/look is not described.

Word Count: 4.5 k

A/N: One day while commuting to work, I thought of what kind job Fred would have if there wasn't any magic in this world, and came up with this. I only see him being a nurse, you can't fight me on this. Also, I have had this in my draft for like 10 months and only finished it today, so here it is!

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Muggle!Fred would work as an A&E nurse.

Growing up, he had no idea what he would do but he knew what he wouldn’t do for sure – sit at a desk eight hours a day, five days a week.

So, when it was time to take a decision onto what he would do with his life, Fred applied for art or music degrees because these were the only subjects that he saw himself practiced out of school and for which he was pretty good at.

However, a few days before the end of the applications, Ron – his younger brother – got in a serious accident that had him on cardiac arrest a few minutes after his hospital admission. Fred had not witnessed the accident, but – like the rest of the family – he came to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. He watched in awe the medical team bringing his brother back to life and later on, back on his feet. He had never encountered people so dedicated to their work and to the people. Even years later, he could still remember the names of those who saved his brothers.

It shook him so much that without even really thinking about it, and without telling anyone as well, he applied to a nursing school just as the applications were ending…

He eventually got in and surprised everyone by graduating with flying colours.

Never did he ever regret it once; Fred absolutely loved his job.

He liked the absence of routine, the chaos of the emergency rooms, all the different people he would meet, the feeling of being helpful and of having a positive impact on somebody else’s life.

Fred being Fred, he was the bubble of joy of the A&E service.

Most of the medical staff would have this kind of morbid sense of humour – talking about the job, the medical atrocities and disgusting details they saw.

However, Fred knew better; he would joke around a lot, to dedramatize a situation for the patients, to release some tension for the medical staff but always about lighter subjects like politics or how awful the head of the hospital – Professor Snape – was.

Of course, he knew how to be serious when the time was right.

He never thought he could love his job more until you showed up one morning.

Your arrival was literally worthy of a soap opera.

You were the newly graduated doctor whose contract was starting on the first of October and on your way to your very first shift, you had witnessed a car crash for which you immediately came to help.

Fred swore it was déjà vu when you arrived at the A&E in an ambulance. Your hands were burrowed in the patient chest and your white shirt was covered by blood.

The head of the A&E nearly had a heart attack when he saw you straddling a patient on the stretcher twenty minutes before the official start of your contract. Even more so when everybody on their first day must undergo through the hospital induction process.

Instead, you spent your whole morning caring for the patient you had come with.

The exam room you were in became the centre of attention. The news quickly made its way through all the other hospital services; everyone wanted to have a look at the new doctor. All the A&E staff – including Fred – went to watch you through the glass doors like an animal in the zoo. And what a pretty specimen you were.

Later that day when the patient was finally stabilized, you tried everything to avoid doing the most likely very boring induction. At that time, Fred was the only person working at the central desk and you tried to bribe him into assigning you a new patient.

As the A&E was running slow that day – except for the car crash situation, Fred made it a point to show you around like the gentleman (or flirt) he was, but he was cut short by another incoming trauma.

He would never forget the excited look on your face when you asked if you could join in – even though you weren’t authorized to.

By the way, you did end up doing your induction on the day after – eight hours straight of back-to-back never-ending meetings; that day ranked high in the Top 10 of the worst day of your life.

You became part of the team very quickly.

You were sweet and extremely observant and skilled; every single member of the staff appreciated you.

You worked on some cases on which Fred was the assigned nurse.

You discovered how good of a nurse he was – so caring and extremely good at grasping each patient personal and medical situation.

You knew he would have been a fantastic doctor if he had wanted to, but he always laughed it off stating he was not that intelligent.

Only you came to learn he was very intelligent indeed, simply not academic.

One thing that you were particularly impressed by in Fred was how good he was with kids.

You never knew how to act around them.

Most of them being extremely intimidated by doctors, it was extremely difficult to deal with them when they were in pain or worried about all this new environment – the fact that their parents were literally freaking out because their kids ended up in the emergency rooms also did not help.

Fred on the other hand was a natural.

He would explain whatever was going in understandable details to the teenagers, make balloons from surgical gloves for the six to nine years old kids or give lollipops – he always had some in his pockets – to toddlers to distract them from the needles or the doctors.

One time, he even gave you one after a particularly long work shift.

Over the course of time, Fred became one of your friends from work.

You did consider him as a friend even though you only saw each other at work or hung out in an environment related to your work – the canteen, the bar next to the hospital where the youngest members of the team met at least once a month, the break room, ...

As for all work friends, you knew the basics about his personal life like his birthday date or how he hated with such passion pickles or how the traffic to his place was horrible when he was working a day shift.

You also knew everything about his professional life: where he studied, his previous experiences, how he ended up working at the A&E… He was one of the few people you had encounter during your short career to which you wanted to resemble so much. He was always so good at grasping the cases, so dedicated to the patient’s care. It really was a bliss to be working with him.

So, when you were both working different schedules, your workday just wasn’t the same.

You would miss his cheerfulness and his jokes.

Crazy how you’d miss one person, and your world feels empty, right?

Work shifts with Fred were really something else.

He would always make sure you – and everyone else on the team – was doing fine. It was like he was making sure the team was at his best for the patients – and it wasn’t even his role.

Like that one time where you had taken covering for a sick colleague after your night shift:

“Incoming!”

Fingers pressed to your temple to try and get ride of your fatigue headache; you didn’t even look out for the patient being brought in by the paramedical team. It wasn’t your turn, and you still had all your paperwork from the night before going for your morning rounds.

You had the most horrible night, running all around the place to treat an emergency after one another. You did not have even one minute to breathe, let alone pee, or eat. It had left you on your kneecaps, you could only think of your bed and 12-hours of sleep. So, of course, when you heard one of your colleagues couldn’t make it for the morning shift, you offered to take over it.

“Tea for the lady.”

Your eyes left the binder in front of you to the man that had put a cup of tea on the stand. It was Nurse Weasley, the one and only. You weren’t sure how he had known you would still be working at this time, but you were infinitely grateful he had brought you a cup of tea, just how you liked it.

You smiled to thank him before leaning on your chair and bringing the cup to your mouth. He watched you contently sighing after drinking some of your hot beverage. In one second, all the worry on your face disappeared. Your hair was still in a mess and the bags under your eyes were a good indication of how much sleep you did not in a long time. Yet, you were still radiant.

“Long night?”

“You have no idea.”

It simply was a full moon night and like every of those nights, things got pretty busy at the A&E. People were drinking more and inevitably getting into much more fights. You had spent your whole night treating broken hands (because people definitely did not know how to throw a punch) and probably got puked on like what- Eight times?

Fred nodded, leaned on the counter of the central desk and casually sipping on the cup of coffee he had brought for himself. He had this mischievous grin on his face. One he only wore when he was up to no good.

Putting down your cup, you closed the binder in front of you and decided to procrastinate this task to later in the day, because you knew you were in for a treat.

“Cheer up, lovely. I am here to make it all better.”

During the flu epidemic that sticked around very late that year, you both started to grow closer.

The A&E was literally a war scene.

So many patients. So many stretchers. Literally everywhere.

When the staff started to get sick too, you both started to pick up extra work shifts resulting in you working 72-hours shifts, sometimes even more.

Fred was designated interim chief nurse after the actual chief nurse – Madam Pomfrey – got sick.

He run the A&E masterfully and still checked multiple times a day on every single member of the staff, making sure they had eaten enough or that they could take a quick nap. Forgetting to even do so himself.

So, when you finally had five minutes for yourself for the first time in days and you got to the break room to find the only bed left already taken by Fred, sound asleep, you just turned around already ready to go work some more and to let him sleep in peace.

However, he was quick to call your name and make room for you in the single bed.

He cuddled you as soon as you laid down and fell back asleep, his head in the hollow of your neck, before you could even speak a word.

It then turned into a habit, even after when the A&E was back to normal.

You would often take fifteen-minutes naps together during your 24-hours work shifts.

After some time, you both found the perfect position to sleep; Fred laid down, yourself in between his legs, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to secure your position, your hands in his hair massaging his scalp.

It was always the best fifteen minutes of sleep of his day.

After that, you were the straight definition of work besties.

Never one without the other.

As such that people were getting to you to know where Fred was.

You would make such a dream team that it was an unspoken rule at the A&E to let you pair up any time you had a common shift.

Your writing was so messy sometimes (oh, the joy of being a doctor), other staff members would get to Fred so he could read it for them.

If you two weren’t working on a case together, you would be at the central desk: you trying to write your observations in the patient folders while Fred was filling up the nurse carts and making hilarious impression of Professor Snape at the same time.

When you weren’t working together at the same time, you would hide snacks in his locker because if it was one thing Fred loved more than his job and his jokes, it was food.

Your relationship grew to a little bit more than just friendly co-workers when he invited you to his birthday party – well, Fred’ and his twin brother’s birthday party, but you only understood that part when you arrived at Fred’s address early to help setting up the party and was greeted by someone identical to Fred yet still different, George.

“Oh! Did I forget to mention this… detail,” Fred stated with the biggest grin you had ever seen on his face.

Little did you knew, he enjoyed being simply Fred at work. He loved his brother and their relationship. However when he started nursing, he discovered a whole other new world. A world where he was a complete unique person.

And, selfishly, he really liked it.

You came to learn he was very close to his twin brother as they lived together. You spent a lot of time discussing with George while helping to set up the party.

Them together was the definition of trouble – you knew Fred would laugh about everything, but with George and surrounded by a friendly crowd, he was definitely something else.

All night, Fred made sure you were comfortable with everything – introducing you to all his friends, checking in on you after you both loose each other in the crowd (yes, their 80 squared meter flat was fully packed), filling up your glass when it was empty and still making sure you drank water too.

You met his whole group of friends – among them, his best friends from high school: Lee and Angelina.

You were probably asked about a thousand time how long had you been with Fred.

As in together, as a couple.

Because Fred, in his natural habitat and a little bit (too) tipsy, was very touchy-feely. Arm wrapped around your shoulder. Hands tied when he tried to get you both through a crowded area of the flat. Head resting on your legs when you were sat on the couch and he was sat on the floor.

Though it did surprise you at first, you couldn’t help the tingly feeling in your chest.

At the end of the party, as both of you were slouched on the sofa, you felt exactly where you were supposed to be.

And it was everything to you.

After that, you started to hang out outside of work more.

However, it was never only Fred and you. No, you always were with George, Angelina or Lee. You introduced him to your own friends. You even met Ginny, the twins’ sister and the country greatest football prodigy.

As if never of you could dare to think of what could happen if it was just the two of you.

You would meet up at any chance you’d get: to test out this cute little brunch place that just opened at the corner of the twins’ flat; to go see that last Tom Cruise movie; to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.

Fred always kept you close, arm wrapped around your shoulder, making sure you were alright in any situation.

It was clear to everyone that it wasn’t only just friendship.

At work, the pinning, that was until then quite subtle and most of the time hesitant, became very real.

He would shoot you that smile across the room, just because he liked to see how you would become hot and flustered in an instant.

He would write you little notes that he would put in your patient folders and that you would only see when you are in front of the patient. It would always make you blush, and stutter like a teenager.

You discovered a whole new side of him; Fred knew what he was doing, and you would gladly let him do whatever he wanted of you.

You realized you were totally falling in love with him you were during your summer paid time off, later that year.

The night prior going back to work, you had spent a horrible night. Tossing in your bed, unable to sleep, from the nervousness and the excitement. It was because of the fact that you were going back to work, but also because of you would see him.

You and Fred had been texting every single day of your time off and you also spent literally hours facetiming each other when you were away.

You also spent the whole two weeks off being teased by your friends for acting like a stupid young teenager in love, literally with your phone glued to your hand, to which you always replied by keeping quiet and rolling your eyes. It wasn’t that bad, was it?

Yet, for no reason, you still feared that the next time you saw Fred, everything would have changed.

Woking up way too early that morning, you had shown up thirty minutes early for your shift.

Enough time to check on your dearest co-worker and friend, Fred.

For once, you were the one to find him at the central desk, trying to get admitted to geriatrics an old woman with dementia that had suffered a major fall. Of course, there were no beds available in any hospital 20 miles around, but Fred wasn’t one to give up so easily.

He did not see you coming, phone glued to his ear, fingers pinching the tip of his nose, clearly annoyed by whoever he had on the phone.

You would bet 20 bucks it was the geriatrics intern from the second floor, Brad.

Not willing to disturb Fred in his fight against brat Brad, you quietly put the cup of coffee in front of him.

His facial expression when he noticed you made your entire day. He was as happy as you were to see you back.

In approximately half a second, he was on his feet and crushing you into a massive hug that nearly made him forget what he was doing in the first place.

“Sorry, Brad. What was that?” he asked when he finally let go of you. “Wonderful news! I’ll get started on the paperwork,” even though it was not part of the procedure and Brad was supposed to work on it.

After that, he threw the phone somewhere on the desk and went for another hug, realizing how much he had missed you in the last couple of weeks.

And so did you: “Missed you too, Freddie,” you chuckled when he was crashing yet another rib of yours.

It was the first time you ever called him “Freddie”. All his life, there had been only one person that was using this nickname, George.

Only George would use it to annoy the hell out of him. Yet, out of your mouth, it was something else.

It made his heart beat fluttered and his cheeks run hot.

You swore it was the first time you had seen him blush. Ever.

You found it so cute that you couldn’t deny that you definitely were falling for him now.

And so was he.

During the holidays that year, you both did a 36-hours long work shifts.

It was common practice when for the staff that did not have children. You mostly did it for the money and to pay off that student loan of yours.

Fred was running around the A&E with his handmade “F” sweater over his uniform, offering candy canes to every kid (and adult too).

You were excitedly waiting to offer him your present (tickets to his favourite entertainment park), knowing it would be the only celebration you would have as you learnt during your shift that your family had caught one of those winter viruses and the festivities on your side were cancelled.

At the end of your work shift, when he understood you were going home to pizzas leftovers, Fred took you to the Burrow.

Which made you utterly nervous of meeting his whole family.

Molly served you some leftovers turkey and mashed potatoes that you both ate in the kitchen while the rest of the family – and by that, I mean, every single person of this family, siblings, their spouses and kids and even Great-Aunt Muriel – was in the living room finishing to unwrap presents.

No surprises, everyone had already heard about you. And it wasn’t from Fred.

George would take a real pleasure in embarrassing his twin brother.

You spent the rest of the afternoon squished between Fred and George in a sofa, a cup of tea in your hands, listening to all their nieces and nephews’ stories.

You ended up following asleep on Fred’s shoulder.

Yet, it was one of the best Christmas in your life.

Your relationship status stayed unspoken for some times.

It did not seem to bother any of you. Yet, none of you ever made a proper mood. You were both content that way.

Though, you started to see each other without other’s people company.

Fred took you to one of his favourite football team matches.

You made him watch all the episodes of your favourite show.

One time, after a particular shift, he took you to his home to cook your favourite dinner. You watched him, a beer in your hand, as he had forbidden you to make anything. George found you both asleep on the couch when he got home later that night.

One thing that resolutely changed was the intimacy.

It was only a slight touch when you would pass each other at work, you putting a strand of hair out of his eyes, him kissing your forehead.

It was merely painful for your loved ones (or anyone really) to watch.

There even were running bets at the work for when you would get together.

Little did they know, they’d all loose their bet with how long it took you both to actually make a move…

It indeed took months and a tragic accident to make it all change.

This had started as any other night shift with both Fred and you on duty.

You were paired up with Fred, as usual and as you were both currently rather free, you agreed within the team to take care of the next incoming.

So, when the paramedics went in with a new patient, Fred went ahead, while you were finishing writing your conclusion on the lab results of one of your patients.

The cry Fred let out made you drop everything in an instant and run to the A&E entrance.

And you couldn’t believe the scene occurring behind your eyes.

Fred’s very own twin brother George was laying there unconscious, blood all other the left side of his face.

Out of you two, Fred was not one to throw a panic fit.

However, that night of July, he totally lost his shit.

You had to take him by the shoulders, brutally shaking him off to get him back on earth.

You had him sit down in a corner of the waiting room in the middle of his shift because he simply couldn’t be around the A&E in whatever state he was in.

You apologized quickly before running back to the A&E to take care of George. This wasn’t good practice as you two knew each other and were somehow close, but you wouldn’t trust anyone else – and you knew Fred needed you to do this for him.

There were a lot of blood, and he did require a transfusion, but thankfully, George’s injuries turned out to be more impressive than they were life-threatening.

The team worked quickly around him; it was the first time you really realized how you all would stick together in support for anyone.

When George was asleep, medicated and you were sure he was alright, you made your way to the waiting room. You found the entire family had joined Fred after hearing the news. They were all eagerly waiting to see him.

Even if it pained you, you only authorized his parents to check on him and stayed with the others for a while to reassure them.

All his siblings were sat around Fred, which was still pretty shook up. You had never seen this haggard look on him and it looked wrong.

You squatted in front of him, trying to get him to look at him, whispering comforting words to which he only by nodding and you knew that no matter what you would say, he would only be alright when George would be out of here, in a couple of days now.

You spent some more times with them before leaving to get back to work and finish your shift.

When you got off in the morning – after checking on George one more time and leaving specific instructions for his care, Fred was still in the waiting room, all by his self.

He was still as white as sheets and he looked exhausted, but he was on his feet when he spotted you.

“Hey,” his voice was the quieter you had ever heard it be.

“Hey, do you want to go up? He was awake a few minutes, requesting breakfast.” You smiled softly, but when Fred shook his head no, you continued: “He is alright, I swear. He got a concussion and multiple intracranial hematomas, but he is being closely monitored and it’ll be–”

He cut you off by kissing you.

It was not a thank you of some sorts; it was more like he realized that he could lose anyone he loved at any moment.

And you were definitely a person he loved. A lot.

Though he surprised you at first, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck and respond to his kiss.

You had your first kiss in the middle of the waiting room of the hospital you work at. It was possibly against all rules, but you were kissing the most precious man you ever met, and it did not really matter.

“I should have done that sometimes ago,” he said looking down at you, a shy smile on his lips after you parted. “Let’s see George now, shall we?”

Bonus:

“Hey George, everything okay today?” You asked, going into his room to discuss the latest scan results you had just been handed. It had been a week now after his accident and he was doing much better. You had monitored his intracranial hematomas, making sure they were decreasing on size on their own – with a little help of rest and medications.

“Y/N, I think my nurse is trying to kill me,” was the only response he gave you, making you look back from your file.

Fred was currently changing George’s perfusion after having checked on his stitches and bandages.

“That’s ‘cause I am, you idiot.”

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