Aunt Flo visits (The Burrow) F.W.~
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Fred Weasley X Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When that dreaded time of the month comes at the burrow, you end up giving Fred a lesson
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: yes🥰finally getting to it🫣
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: talks of periods, fem!reader
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: heeyyy……soo…this is a request I’ve had for let’s say…years…and now coming back I’ve finally decided this will be my first write since being gone, I hope my writing skills are still up to par😩🙏🏽 enjoy!(“^3^”)
Summer, what a beautiful time. No worries of divination or transfigurations, no deadlines or piles of work. The only worry was who would win the final round of Exploding Snaps. You see, the game was neck and neck between you and Fred, a few points off from each other. Fred had the upper hand but if you won this round it’d set you above him, to say the determination was there was putting it in a nice tone.
You needed to win, you wanted to shove all that glory right into Fred’s, quite ravishing, face. It could get very competitive. Especially with Fred.
Fred was unusually good at exploding snaps, whether it was him cheating or a crazy sense of intuition.
Knowing her own family, Molly had sent all of you outside to play. Hands slamming the table, fits of yelling or cheering, the game getting quite loud and rowdy because once the twins and you started a round, hastily everyone began to join, sometimes placing bets of candy or chores even.
Surprisingly, Ginny could be the loudest and most competitive of all, prancing around with her wins, reminding Ron of all the chores he gets to do. Ginny was good, but not Fred-level good, you, on the other hand, it was like playing with a spy.
You were quiet but quick, methodical, after who knows how many games with the twins, you could almost instantly spot the identical cards, your reflexes seemed to advance every time you play, watching the deck shuffle faster and faster.
It was almost as if Merlin, himself heard you, as soon as the deck shuffled and those beautiful identical cards surfaced, it was yours. The tip of your wand found it like a magnet, an eruption of surprised shouts, your amazement at what you’re seeing then raising your hands up to join the loud chaos.
“Yes!” You shout repeatedly “in YOUR face, Fred!” Your finger momentarily in his face for added flare.
“A stroke of luck!” He said back, his grin wide.
“A stroke of my luck!” You emphasize, sitting a little higher “how do you like your new Exploding Snaps champion” you ring aloud, the others laughing and cheering.
As if it couldn’t be more chaotic, you suddenly feel a weight and skittering fingers. Before you could even act, Fred’s got you pinned between him and the lush grass, tickling all over your sides. The others now cheering on the tall red head, your laughter added to the noise.
“Fred, wait!” Giggling through your words. Fred quietly saying “never”.
As if the timing couldn’t be any better, you feel that gush, not from a mass of tickling, but that feeling, that dreaded once a month-feeling. Your laughter ceasing and your body tense. “Fred! Wait!” You say again, with urgency.
Fred and his daftness “nope!” Added sharpness to the p, his hands now trying to work faster “I’m serious! Get off!” Your hurried tone and a sudden strength pushing him away.
Swiftly sitting up and a rushed “need the wash room” as you race away to the inside, the boys left with a confusing look while Ginny had a, good sense, of your departure. “Blimey, what was that about?” Ron asked, his face puzzled.
“I don’t know, maybe you should check on her, Fred” Ginny teased, a sly smirk at the corners of her lips, “what? Me?” Fred questioned “I didn’t do anything!”
You had ran to the wash room closest to Fred and George’s room, Molly having luckily let you stay in their room this year. Practically slamming the door behind you as you sat down and the fateful truth revealed.
A loud groan leaving your mouth, you knew it was going to happen at some point staying here but you wished and expected it to be later, but Aunt Flo decided for an early visit this time. Letting out a sign and facing the dreaded task, just for your shoulders to slump and your head fall to your hands.
Your bag was in the twins room, you couldn’t just get up and leave but what could you do in this moment?.
As you began to think about what you could do, a soft-ish knock comes from the door “Y/N? Are you alright?” Fred’s voice, slightly muffled comes through the door. Your shoulders lighten a bit, although slightly awkward, thankfully you wouldn’t have to make a mad dash for the room.
“Fred!” You exclaimed loudly “oh thank goodness! I started my period, could you please grab my things from my bag?” Requesting loudly, hoping he heard you through the door.
You were met with silence, no shuffling away from the door, no mumbling. On the other side Fred was panicking, thinking to himself, what had started? How does a period start? Fred could only think of the period that comes after a sentence, what things could she possibly need? Parchment? A quill? In the wash room?
“Fred?” You called again, bringing him back from his deep thoughts “will you help me?” His mind running miles while blank at the same time, deciding against his embarrassment he asked you “erm….what’s a period?”.
For a moment you were silent, baffled even, a quick giggle escaping your lips before laying your hand over your mouth, had he really asked that? How does one respond to something like this? Fred waiting patiently but not sure how long he could stand the silence “would she think I’m an idiot?” Fred questioned to himself before finally receiving an answer “just go into the outside pocket of my bag and if you see something you haven’t seen before, it’s most likely what I need” having no time to explain to him female autonomy at the moment.
Fred was still paused at the door for a little, still confused then finally moving from the door to his room “something I haven’t seen before?” He puzzled quietly to himself, finding your bag near the door, carefully unzipping the pocket, it almost felt wrong to be touching your belongings especially having to look through and find….whatever it was that you needed.
There was a few things Fred recognized, lip glosses, a polish or two, some kind of black pencil, then there was a few things Fred did not recognize. Recalling back to your words, he grabbed a few of them in hopes that at least one of them was what you were asking for.
You patiently sat, holding your chin in your palms, lightly tapping your cheek. You hadn’t been waiting long but it definitely wasn’t this long to grab feminine products, yet finally an even softer than before, knock on the door.
“It’s open” you called out, the door creaking slowly, a few inches open as you see a hand start to poke out, holding out a few things.
“I-uhm…think I grabbed it but..I’m not sure” Fred’s voice, faint and unsure. You giggled again at his awkwardness, him not wanting to invade your privacy.
You reach out, luckily out of the few things he grabbed, such as your powder brush and your eyeliner, only one of them being what you really needed “thank you Fred!” You say graciously slipping it from his hand, although he hadn’t known what he was searching for, he still found it. Slowly his hand pulled away, him mumbling a “you’re welcome”
After hurriedly putting your things back, he didn’t know what to do, so there he stood, by the door waiting for you.
In a few moments of silence, the door opened and out you came. More relaxed than before, Fred patient with his hands behind his back, looking at you in a way “is everything alright now?” He said unsurely, still confused to what’s happened. You give him a soft smile, then another giggle at his unknowing.
“Fred” you start, slightly hesitant “you don’t know what a period is?” His eyes widen and feet shuffle, his gaze falls to his shoes.
“Uh..erm..it’s-“ he begins “uhm…no” he admitted, your laughter barely bringing a hint of pink to his face.
“Come on” you say, leading him back to his room “never did I think I’d ever teach Fred Weasley what a period is” you tell him as you both sit on his bed “you’re telling me with Ginny and your mum, you never knew what a period is?” Asking Fred made him think to the times he heard Ginny calling out to their mum about something but he’d never put much thought into it.
Fred scratched the back of his neck “ah, no, not really” he confessed, slightly nervous “well…would you like to know” you ask, seeing Fred’s brows connect as he thought before he responds “I guess I probably should know” not understanding what he’s gotten himself into.
Giving him a slight smile, you begin to tell him of that dreaded, yet relieving, time of the month. Watching as his eyebrows and face move in astonishment, does the female body really do this? Fred thinks, taking all the information in.
Once your done, you can almost see the gears turn in Fred’s head as everything starts to connect. For a moment it’s silent, nothing being spoken, the only noise coming from everyone else in the house.
Then Fred finally pipes up “so-you’re telling me that every month, ‘cause you don’t have a baby, you have to bleed for days?” He exclaimed “AND you have bad pains from it? When does it end?” Sounding astonished “isn’t that…torture?” The more it clicked in his head the more horrendous it sounded.
By now you were laughing at his astonishment, his face serious “that’s cruel though!” He irritated, you laughing again as he treats it as an injustice.
Holding your chest as you laugh “I mean, yes and no in a way” you say in a, sort of, agreeing manner “it’s just how women’s bodies work” your laugh subsiding, a grin forming to Fred’s face “Merlin, you’re stronger than me, I would’ve started a riot” he said getting another giggle from you, Fred just doing it now to hear your laughter.
“What is the pain like?” He asked curiously
You slightly shrug your shoulders “well, it depends on the person, sometimes I don’t even want to leave the bed”
“Are you in any pain right now? I mean!..not that..I need to know but…are you okay?” Fred hoped he wasn’t making you uncomfortable with his questions, yet you feel a sense of content at his worry for you.
Again you shrug your shoulders “thinking about it I am a little, but it might be different later” you reply, Fred’s hands are thrown in the air “can you even catch a break?” He said aloud.
Suddenly he hurriedly stands from the bed, flying the door open as he ascends the stairs, you hear him call out, rather loudly “mum!! What helps with period pains!” Shouting hastily as he rushed down to the kitchen, faintly hearing Molly call out, rather confused, “what for?”.
You continued to sit on his bed, giggling once more, a soft smile resting on your lips, how could someone, who’s very existence is jokes and “nothings that serious” demeanor, be so concerned and sweet with you? The thought made your heart beat slightly faster and a hinge of heat rush to your face, you must be rather special to Fred.
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A thousands sorry to the fact that I’ve just now wrote your ask from years ago💀🙏🏽I really hope it’s up to par and you like it! It felt only right to do yours first before I published anything else!:)
