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dandelions 🌼 (f.w.)

💌 : fred stood in a field of dandelions, hoping one day, you’d be his. years later, when the war was over and you were searching high and low for him, he’s still standing in a field of dandelions. 📝 word count: 14.2k words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸🌶☔️ a little bit of everything; overall fluff, but has moments of sadness and a lil’ spicy moment 💬: can i just first say, this is... a full-blown fic... that i have written in years of not writing fanfiction. i feel like this is my baby, so... yeah! i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it :”)

[minors dni! contains certain suggestive/descriptive scenes of smut]

🌿heavily inspired by the song dandelions by ruth b. 🍄additional notes: losing a loved one (family) / set in an au where fred lives after the war / friends-to-lovers / a smol fraction of ptsd mentions

(last one, i swear, i highly recommend listening to this while reading! 🌼)

fred never found the appeal in flowers... to be specific, dandelions. mainly because it always seems like you were more interested in a certain species of bloom than him next to you. as if it wasn’t enough, being one of professor sprout’s adored students, she’d always let you have your way to linger around the hills by the greenhouse even at times she knows she shouldn’t. with that, of course fred tagged along and knew exactly where he needed to go when all the other places he had in mind had checked off his mind.

although he never found flowers appealing, he never said he wouldn’t learn about why it fascinates you so much; or why you hold it dear to your heart whenever you come across them.

fred still doesn’t know why, but when he’s sitting cross-legged across you with the horizons aligning ahead of the both of you, the glow of the sun painting whatever it came across a pale orange, fred focuses on the color of your eyes. your eyes grow smaller as you smile widely, now offering him a dandelion between your bodies.

“close your eyes, freddie,” you can see he’s hesitant - well, of course he would, once you threw a frog at him when he did - and you understand, but now it’s different. sighing, you reach over with your free hand to grab onto his, giving it a gentle squeeze, “i promise there are no frogs here,”

he’s more taken aback by your hand in his rather than the frog but he can’t possibly show that now. clearing his throat, he nods, “f-fine,” his eyes flutter shut and he manages to keep his grip of your hand in his, refusing to let go.

“now, think about how your day has been,” pleasant, for the most part. he almost got into a week’s worth of detention based on a prank gone wrong with george but what else is new? regardless, he was here now with you, and that’s all that mattered now.

“what could’ve been...” well... if he’s being honest, he saw you in the great hall this morning but refused to come by and sit down with you like he usually did. he’ll admit, it’s a little silly, but when you end up finding him, taking a seat next to him and greeting him with a cheerful ‘mornin’, freddie!’, he’s reminded again of how he can’t ever not be around you. he’ll always, always want to see you - even forgetting in an instant he was trying to avoid you in the first place.

“...and what you want it to be,” this is bloody unfair, now is it? things that he’d want to work out his way... maybe just weren’t for them to work out the way he wanted it to be. and that’s okay, fred has come to terms with that. but when it was you asking him that question, it felt like... a sort of punishment he didn’t know why he deserved. he let this question idle past him, his mind simply anticipating for the next prompt.

“and now... wish for what you want,” this is ridiculous. fred’s mind goes blank... until he feels the hand in his giving him a gentle caress on the back of his own. the way your thumb soothingly draws circles makes him gulp - he’s holding onto what he wants already. before he can try to vocalize his answer internally-“open your eyes and blow,”

fred’s body reacts to your words faster than he can take charge of his motor reflexes. his eyes peel open and his lips part to gently exhale, watching as the remnants of what was a dandelion in front of him, disappear and flow into the wind. parts of it, land in your hair and you’re chuckling, closing your eyes and trying to shake them off. no matter how hard you tried to shake them off, it seems like the bits of dandelion were stuck on you and fred squeezes your hand, feeling like this must be a cruel joke.

how the hell did does that piece of... piece of thing know?

regardless, he tries to ignore it and watch how pleased you are that he followed through. you’re excitedly swinging his hand around, “how do you feel?!”

“t-terrific,” he squeezes out a single out of his throat, feeling it seal on him soon after. he still has a genuine smile on his face, but he’s certain his heart isn’t going to slow down after this. not after the way you have stars in your eyes as you smile at him, the curve of your smile lifting his spirits to the sky... if it means having you like this with him, for a split moment where the world didn’t matter and magic wasn’t a priority, then by all means, fred loves dandelions.

//

since then, fred has found himself whispering wishes to the dandelions. initially, when he caught himself doing it for the first time, it felt hypocritical. he’s chastised you plenty of times whenever you did it but after that first experience with you... he can’t help himself. it somehow relieved him emotionally and spiritually, so it became a natural habit unknowingly. more so when you were there with him doing exactly that. he’s blown many dandelions to the void, for several occasions... well... almost too many that fred lost count.

the time his heart ached at the stress you felt; after seeing how stressed you were at the library due to exams, he’s carefully approaching you with a small dandelion. he makes himself known by occupying the seat across from you and when you look up past tired eyelids and an anxious sigh, your heart swells at the white dandelion in front of you. through the dandelion, you meet with fred’s eyes and it makes you smile. his eyes point to the flower, a silent go on, love, and your eyes flutter shut with your hands dropping whatever you were holding on to clasp in front of your chest. you let out a heavy and shaky exhale and the dandelion disappears when your eyes open, greeted with fred smiling at you.

“i reckon it’s time for a short break, don’t you think?” fred extends his arm out, palm up. the ginger head only tuts when you frown, “uh-uh, not so fast, love. none of that i still need to study. word around is you haven’t slept a wink.”

fred weasley can be pretty persistent when he wants to and you know that fiery look in his eye anywhere. sighing, you place your hand in his and allow him to whisk you away. (you never did return to the library after that)

//

the time he wished you went to the yule ball with him; he had to bite back the pain in his chest seeing you dance with someone else, laughing with someone else, wrapping your arms around someone else that wasn’t him. as he longingly stares from a distance away, he heaves a deep sigh and looks away for a moment. fred retrieves the flower in the pocket of his dress robe (that he had meant to give to someone), only to have it snatched away from his fingers.

he zealously tries to snatch it back, to no avail as he comes eye to eye with the culprit-”y/n...”

“i guess i don’t need to wish to see my best friend, eh? i found him!” you chuckle, using the dandelion to poke his nose and fred is breathless. he hadn’t had a good look at you, deciding to respect angelina that he’s brought as his date to the ball but considering she’s already elsewhere, enjoying the rest of the night, fred allows himself to complete the image he had from briefly watching you the second you entered the room with jordan, arm in arm. if only he’d worked up the courage to ask sooner, maybe, then maybe, he would be the one you were with the entire night.

but fred will take what he can... which is your hand, hopefully.

“would you do me the honors to a dance, love?” fred grins, extending his hand out and you smirk, slotting the dandelion by your ear and fred’s heart does somersaults at how... perfect you looked. there’s no bloody way someone can do that so nonchalantly and look drop dead gorgeous. the dandelion accompanied your white dress, hugging your body to accentuate your curves and if you didn’t look like an angel before, you sure did now. your hair, half in a bun and decorated with white gems, the other half of your hair flow on their own.

you sure knew how to take fred’s breath without even trying.

fred’s hand is greeted with yours and he spins you around before he lures you onto the dance floor. the music slows down and your hands meet his shoulders, as fred’s hands smoothen on your waist and pulls you close for your foreheads to meet. he’s so close to you, you’re so close to him. it’s almost a breath away.

“i forgot to say,” fred murmurs, gazing into your eyes that seemed to sparkle under the lights, “you look breathtaking, y/n,”

you chuckle, giving his shoulders a squeeze as a soft blush paints your cheeks, “thank you, freddie. you look pretty dashing tonight as well,”

as your eyes close and the pair of you sway to the music, you feel a gentle breeze against your ear. it sends a couple of tingles down your spine at the sudden contact but it’s not a bad feeling. you peek to see what’s going on, but as your eyes capture the particles of dandelion floating around you, your eyes divert back to fred, smiling at you warmly. you didn’t even need to ask, the look in your eyes that sparks curiosity, guides fred to answer.

“i wished for this dance to be longer,” he whispers, tightening his hold on you. returning the smile, you brush your nose on his and turn your cheek to rest it against his chest, taking a step closer.

“i’ll make that wish come true for the both of us, then,”

fred can only hope you don’t feel how fast his heart is beating. (you did)

you hope fred didn’t see the blush reddening on your cheeks. (he did)

//

the time he felt the heaviest, only to have you lift him up with a flower; under a towering beech tree where he wanted to be alone. not even george could approach him without having to fend for himself because that’s how much fred wanted to be alone. his twin had requested for you to go to him, and he didn’t need to repeat himself for you to agree.

you’d be lying to say you weren’t nervous as you stood a couple of steps away from the boy, looking like he’s trying to suck happiness out of everything. gulping, you take another step forward and get to your knees, slowly closing your eyes. you’re certain you’ve entered his line of sight when you can hear him shifting to see who it is and there was silence after that.

with eyes remaining shut, you take a couple of deep breaths before you exhale. as your breath blows the dandelion away, your eyes open to watch as they reach fred. said boy feels his heart clenching, his fists balling on the ground. the frown on his face etches deeper, unable to mask his emotions in front of you (fred could never). when the dandelion lands on his skin, his eyes snap shut, feeling the tears prickling his eyelids. he hears sudden sounds of movement and it wasn’t long until he’s wrapped in your embrace.

you hush him quietly as he clutches onto you, curling into your chest as you kneel beside him, trying to cocoon him in despite already being secluded. fred’s arms band around your waist, pulling you tight and you try to wrap your arms around him as much as possible. fred allows himself to come undone in your presence, sobbing in your chest and it pained your heart. you had an inkling of why he was feeling this way but you’re certain he’ll come to let you know sooner or later.

for now, you rest your chin atop of his head as you sink to your knees, catching fred in your arms and soaking in any tears that fall from his eyes. his arms remain unmoving around you, unwilling to let go as the burdens sinking his heart slowly dissolve the longer he holds onto you.

//

the time he’s uncertain about his dreams; pouring his worries to you without worrying of the judgement you’d have on him (which was none, by the way). of course, as someone as confident as fred, the boy also had moments of self-doubt and self-consciousness that things wouldn’t pan out the way they would. you hurriedly rush off in the middle of his rambling and he’s trying to follow suit, only for you to push him back down onto the ground, pointing at him with a stay here! i’ll be right back! promise!

he debated following after you, but remembers the last time he did so. it ended up being a wild goose chase of where’s freddie? and where’s y/n? that he made the choice to stay put.

when you return, however, you’re breathless and he chuckles at your disheveled state. offering his arms out to you to steady you as you sit on the ground opposite him.

“easy there, tiger,” he snorts, helping you brush the sweaty strands of hair glued to your face. you huff and push his hands away, revealing the flower you had rushed to get, now placing it in front of him.

“here, make a wish,” he hates how your eyes have this twinkle of belief, sparkling like the most genuine thing he’s seen. so sincere and pure, willing to believe in... him more than anyone has ever made him feel before. he clears his throat, scoffing after that as he flicks your kneecaps before deciding to keep his hands there. “pft, you ran just for that?”

fred expects you to aw, fine, whatever but with a knowing look on your face - brow raised and all - you sigh with a shrug, “o-kay then, i guess i’ll keep this to my-"fred’s motor reflexes get the best of him, trying to snatch the dandelion away“-wait! give it!”

you barely let him get it, already blowing on the dandelion and watch as your wishes flow into the air. fred feels a pang in his heart, yet, it’s easily soothed over when you smile at him like that.

“i made the wish just in case you didn’t wish for what i want,” you grin, and he mutters a cheeky under his breath. you flip over and lay your back on the ground, resting your head on fred’s crossed-legs on the ground. he welcomes you without a word, pushing your hair away from your face as he looks down on you, looking up on him.

“what’d you wish for?” he muses, allowing his fingers thread through your hair.

“that your dreams will come true,” you said simply, looking at his eyes and glancing away to the sky, where fred always feels like you’re gracing nature with your presence rather than the other way around, “you know, i’m quite the bearer of good karma,”

fred’s heart is always full with you around. now, proving that exactly point when he... he doesn’t know how to thank you. that your drive, your motivation and encouragement, means the world to him. he has so much love for you in return that he only wishes he can act upon at least a fraction of it - kiss you senseless, hug you whenever and wherever he wanted, tell you of how beautiful you are and all the things you’re making him feel but... he can’t.

he shouldn’t. fred has considered your feelings and your situation, noting that you cherished your friendship with him first and that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship just yet. even though he knows, in someway, you feel the same way he does, there’s this barrier that only you can break down on your own before you tell him you’re ready.

until then, fred does what he does best.

make you laugh.

"oh, how very kind of you, your highness!”

//

the time when he found the true meaning of what dandelions meant to you; in a field of dandelions, alone. when you and fred were of age to apparate, you were willing to bring fred to a space that you call your own. a place you hadn’t brought anyone before (apart from your parents). joining hands, fred appears together with you to a vast field of dandelions. he’s taken away by the beauty unfolding in front of him, there was no end to the dandelions and he had no idea how a place could exist.

literally, a dandelion heaven.

it didn’t take long for the pair of you to settle down on the ground, crushing a couple of flowers along the way but getting comfortable seemed to be a priority. that priority, soon became a sort of curiosity to fred as he was being surrounded by your favorite flower.

he wanted to know why.

“say, y/n?” fred calls out, using his arm you were laying on to nudge you gently to capture your attention.

“hm?” you hum idly, not looking at him but shifting closer towards him as an indication he’s managed to catch you before you carried on with your mindless train of thought.

“why do you fancy dandelions so much?”

that question earns fred to lock eyes with you for a split second, before you look away again to stare at the sky above the pair of you. clearing your throat, you-”w-well, like i’ve said before, they’re my-”

“favorite flower”-the both of you answered together, only for fred to continue speaking as you gasp at him, eyes connecting to his once more-”but why? there has to be more than that,”

he knows he’s hit the nail on the head when you grow quiet... quietly admitting: “i... i haven’t told anyone this before,”

“i’m not just anyone, am i?” he challenges, yet you know if you were really uncomfortable with sharing he wouldn’t push. but to him, it seems like no one has quite pressed for more answers before.

“that’s not fair,” you huff, nudging him at his ribs, “you prat,”

the both of you laugh. the laughter subsides and fred’s curiosity shines through as he gently pokes your cheek with a finger, “well...?”

it seems like you needed a little convincing. and that, is fred weasley’s top tier of specialties.

“y/n, i find dandelions fascinating simply because of you. and your beliefs you have in the flower, spread to me. so i mean it when i say i’m curious to how it all started for you,” he nods a couple of times to solidify his statement when you glance at him. he knows he’s got it in the bag when you try to stall him a little bit more.

“it’s... it’s a grandmother’s story, freddie,” you try to push him away but fred weasley wouldn’t be fred weasley if he actually gave up now.

“and you know i’d give everything in the world to listen to your voice,” he retorts playfully. “hell, you could read the entire history of magic and i’d still listen through it all,”

your eyes meet with his again and this time, fred can actually see you giving in. with an exhale, you decide to sit up and when he tries to follow your cue, your hand gently makes him lean back down to the ground. he chuckles, but abides by it, turning to rest on his side with an elbow propping himself up as his head rests in his palm. his other hand extends out to you, offering his hand to hold and you start to fiddle with his hand - a small habit he notices you like to find comfort it when you’re nervous. (not going to lie, it does many things to fred’s heart, one of them, being hooked to you more and more)

and you are... nervous, that is. it’s not like you’ve told anyone this before and fred is only thankful that you were willing to open up to him about this. so he’s patient. so patient that it’s making you trust that you can speak freely.

and so you do.

“mama introduced the flower to me days before i left to hogwarts,”

“alright, sweetheart. you see this flower here?” your mother caresses your cheek, guiding your eyes to focus on the piece of white, delicate flower she’s holding between your bodies. sniffing past the tears, you nod.

“well, this here, is a dandelion,” she brings it close to her lips, “and you can make it to be anything you want it to be,” she smiles at you past the flower, the empty spaces in between created a pretty pattern for you to see your mother’s gaze lovingly. it slowly dried your tears, earning a small smile of curiosity.

“a wish, an exhale of relief, a release of emotions, anything you want, sweetheart,” she murmurs, bringing the dandelion closer and closer and she exhales. your eyes widen in fascination, watching as the particles that was once attached to a stem, now flowing into the air and soon joins the abyss of your surroundings.

it garners a twinkle in your eyes that it made your mother’s heart swell at how much more relieved you seem. she plucks another dandelion and places it in front of your lips, encouraging you to-”now you try, sweetheart,”

your eyes flutter shut, small hands grabbing onto the flower. your mother’s warm hands cup your own and you bundle your emotions into a breath, as if you’ve been holding it in. when it feels full, you exhale and your eyes open to see the dandelion now flying with your burdens flowing away.

“and whenever i missed her, a dandelion was all it took to comfort me until i could go back to see her,” fred nods again carefully, aware that both of your parents were muggles. it seemed a bit harder to contact them when you were at hogwarts. so he smiled at the fact that you found comfort in the flower when you missed your family. fred likes this, watching as warmth spreads over your face at the fond memory... that slowly fades away and it makes fred furrows his brows. his mouth opens to ask, but you fill the answers quicker than he can ask the questions.

“then one day, dandelions were all i had to keep a piece of her with me,”

fred’s heart drops - nearly letting slip past his mind that-

“m-mama! please! no, no, no! come back!” wails of a child echo the walls of the hospital, being held down by the man beside her, on his knees. he promised his wife he would follow through with his words - to be the solid rock in a moment so vulnerable that he’s... trying his best. trying his best not to fall apart when it’s the only thing he’s capable of doing.

he clutches onto his daughter, quietly allowing the tears to seep through as the child cries out for the both of them.

“open your eyes!” the child chokes past her breath, trembling terribly as her sobs get the best of her, “p-please, mama! open your eyes!” she’s growing breathless, but she doesn’t give up. angrily picking up onto the bouquet of freshly picked dandelions and shoving it as far as she can reach and they pathetically fall to the ground, particles floating around and ultimately falling to the ground, “i-i brought dandelions! i’ll wish on all of them! just wake up!”

your head hangs low as you sniff, the vivid imagery of staring at your mother’s lifeless body with your father clutching onto you so you don’t memorize the image that would constantly haunt you. fred feels a fraction of the pain, feeling your hands squeeze his tight.

“i started praying to the dandelions at any moment i could get,” you gaze to the dandelions surrounding you and fred, almost biting your heart at the memory of dandelions scattered in your room, the living room, any crevice in your house because of how much you believed it would bring a loved one back to life. fred hates this feeling - so helpless, so... useless.

“even my father hated the sight of dandelions at one point,” you smiled, weakly, and it’s like he already knows it’s taken you a lot of courage to admit that. to openly come to terms with the way things were at a young age and acknowledging losing a loved one. “and when my wishes didn’t come true, i hated them too,” your smile grew as you shake your head down to your hand, in fred’s hand, "i hated dandelions so much,”

fred quietly sits up, all while maintaining his hand in the both of yours. his free hand comes to your cheek, pushing your hair back and brushing the tear that rolls down your cheek. his hand returns to his side, resting on the grass. the other, still keeping you rooted as much as you needed.

“then... i had a dream of her, holding a dandelion,”

you appear at a place were only fog exists, clouding your vision that it’s getting harder to see what’s ahead. it’s starting to affect your breathing as well - even though you were well-aware this was a dream, it was still hard to breathe.

a figure ahead makes your heart drop. it feels impossible to move, and it was. you didn’t know if you wanted to disappear, or if you wanted to stay there forever as the figure appears in front of you.

the face you’ve longed for... so long, is now in front of you.

you cried, you screamed, you did almost everything except tell her you loved her. and when you did, all she did was make a dandelion appear in front of you. promising that this flower, would be her way of still being with you. to relieve your stress, to catch the exhales of your burdens, to hopefully take in your wishes and work to make them come true.

she’ll always be there to catch the dandelions for you.

to remind you that life can get heavy, sometimes, you just need to exhale.

that...that was the closure you needed.

“from then on, i came to accept that even with my mother gone, if i keep dandelions close to me, it’ll be like keeping her with me even when she’s not here anymore,” you peek up to see if fred is still listening and based on how silent he’s been, you’re not too sure. embarrassment washes over you as you realized this is the first time you’ve told anyone this. your cheeks start to redden and you’re a stammering mess. “i-i don’t know if that sounds silly, but that was really the only way i could accept loving dandelions again,”

when it’s been a minute of... nothing but the wind blowing and soft breaths, you’re getting really anxious. using one of your hands to hit his hand in your hold, “well... say something...”

fred always sneaks in a moment to try to make you laugh, “something,”

you glare at him, but fred can see past that it’s none of ill feelings. he sighs when you obviously want to know what he thinks - not that it matters - but you did work up the courage to tell him that so it has to be worth something other than something. he squeezes your hand and brings his other hand to case your hands in his hold, shaking his head, "what am i supposed to say, love?”

he exhales deeply, choosing his words carefully when he notices how cold your hands have become, how your lips start to...

“that... is the most bittersweet, beautiful story i’ve heard. and... i-”fred’s words get stuck in his throat at the sudden confession from you, cutting him off: “i miss her, freddie,” you press your lips together tightly to stop yourself from crying but fred only takes that as a sign it’s going to happen. your lips are trembling as you clutch onto his hands like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored.

“oh, love...” fred rushes to sit up and gets to his knees to tower over you slightly. he pulls you into his embrace and quietly roots you down when you sob into his chest, crying out in pain, anger, relief. mourning. it’s... probably what you needed, the thing you’ve kept in the darkest crevices of your heart to keep a smile on your face. he doesn’t hush you, he doesn’t say anything. he remains being present for you, staying in that position for a while as you clutch onto him like a lifeline and he willingly takes in the pain you let out.

as the wind brush against his skin, he closes his eyes and subtly makes a wish; that the pain in your heart would soon fade away. that someone like you who offered nothing but love to the world, should deserve to enjoy receiving love. even if it wasn’t love from himself.

he just wanted you to be happy.

as another strong breeze gushes through, you wince and hug him tighter, quiet sobs subsiding, he continues wishing for your heart to feel lighter than it does today.

//

the time he desperately wanted you to be with him; even though he knows there were reasons why the stars didn’t align for you and him to be together. for the longest time, you and fred (along with george) had been the best of friends. being in the same year, entering hogwarts the same time, it was inevitable to cross paths at one point.

since the day your lives intersected, fred was charmed. though, not initially in that sense. it took quite a while for his feelings to unravel through a friendship that blossomed. it’s been years as your friendship took off, only for mutual feelings to bloom along the way. the two of you had been aware of it, but... fred knew you were afraid to commit. losing your mother left a big hole in your heart and fred understands that much. you’ve told him before the reason why you couldn’t be with him because you still needed to heal on your own before you could commit to being with him.

it still pained him that... things weren’t exactly official between the pair of you but he could feel the love you had for him.

he was willing to wait, even if it meant it would come to a day you didn’t reciprocate his emotions. but that doesn’t mean he can’t wish for it to come true. his breath greets the dandelion, causing the particles to detach from the stem, flowing into the wind.

“what’d you wish for?” curiosity asked beside him.

fred finds it ironic, the answer was asking for the answer.

“it’s a secret, you nosy bean.”

//

the time he prayed many, many times that you would be safe; when the word of you-know-who broke out, everyone went into hiding... that meant fred had no idea of your whereabouts. he felt ill for days, unable to sleep in peace without knowing your state. he didn’t have appetite to eat, not in the usual mood for jokes. it was taking a toll on him that even george didn’t know how to shake him out of it.

no one did.

not even fred himself.

all he wanted to do have was hear that you were okay, that you were safe and sound. that you could possibly be back with your father in the muggle world, away from this terror.

the reason why he’s afraid? is that you’re not the kind of person to run away from things that scare you. you run head-first, even if you’re aware that’s going to get you killed. that’s how he knows you’re not with your father. if anything, you could be anywhere at the moment - anywhere but safe.

these thoughts... keep fred up at night.

these thoughts, get blown into dandelions, hoping that they do justice in keeping you safe and soothing his erratic heart.

//

the time his wish came true momentarily and he wishes it would last forever; in the burrows. the commotion from the level below him has him sprinting out of his bedroom, the stem of blown dandelion falling by his doorframe as he makes his way down. he remains frozen at the last step, gaping at the sight.

it’s as if all the dandelions he’s wished on, granted his wish to bring you right to his doorstep, into his home. after you’ve received the love and attention from his family, you turn to the one you’ve been anticipating for the most. your eyes grow watery at the sight of him, your arms weakly spreading and fred throws himself in them. his arms band around you tight and he comes undone, quietly in your neck as he ignores the world around him.

you were here, and you were safe.

that’s all that mattered.

the clock ticks ahead and it fast-forwards you to fred’s room he shares with george. george respectfully chooses the sofa for the night and it leaves the pair of you some time alone, in private. you instinctively go to fred’s bed and take a seat, only for fred to pull you down to lay with him and you automatically find yourself slotting your face in his chest, arms tightly wrapping around him.

the two of you stay like that for a while, until the quiet of your voice shakes his bones, “‘m scared, freddie,”

he nods and rests his chin atop your head, “m-me too, love,”

fred gulps and closes his eyes, wanting to bask in this moment forever. he’s waited so long for this, prayed so much for this, he... he can have this. he can be selfish and have this for himself. it’s not until you-”freddie?”

"yes, love?”

“if...” he notices how your voice dips an octave, and in volume, “...if we don’t make it after... after tomorrow, i want you to know that i love you,” his eyes snap open and he instinctively pulls back to look down on you... looking away from him. your eyes remain looking at his chest, biting down on your lip as you can feel his stare. “...and i always have,”

initially, fred’s mind jumps to how cruel this is. a day before the war, he finds out the one he’s been in love with for years, confesses to him that she’s in love with him. yet... that thought turns into gratitude. that at least, if things don’t pan out the way they hoped for after tomorrow... at least he had one day to be yours.

and you, his.

“i’m sorry it took me so long,” you whisper softly, voice cracking and fred shakes his head frantically at you, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek, “don’t you dare apologize, love. don’t,” he licks his lips, stroking the under of your eye and watches as they close, “at least... i still have a chance to say this,”

that makes you open your eyes, staring into fred’s eyes and he already sees forever outlined in your pupils, “i love you, y/n,”

it rendered you breathless at the amount of fear, joy, and overwhelming love that came at once. your senses get the best of you and before you can think straight, your hands find their way around his neck, pulling him down to press your lips together. the kiss was innocent, the mere connecting of your lips meant to accompany your confession but it brings out the fireworks beneath fred’s eyelids. his heart is threatening to explode from his chest as he holds onto you like a lifeline, refusing to let go.

all it took was one sentence from you: “’m ready for this, freddie.”

the kiss, grows needier, more passionate and it soon transcends to clothes falling off, hands grabbing wherever they can reach. fred wants to remember this moment forever, drinking in the image of you bare beneath him and moaning beautifully into his ears as he buries himself deep in you. he praises you so much, words falling from his mouth of how much he admires you and wishes this moment would last for a lifetime. you’re crying - out of pleasure and emotions, heart overwhelmingly full with the love you have for him. your hands reach out desperately for his and they interlock by the sides of your head. gripping onto each other tight, breathing growing heavy, faltering and catching each other on the same high.

fred rests his forehead on yours, watching as your eyes open to smile at him tiredly. he has a faint smile on his face before he dips down and kisses you. again, and again, and again to make up for lost time. to make up for years of yearning, months of aching, days of torture. he’s kissing you so much it’s making you whine i can’t breathe! and he makes you laugh when he says good, now you know what it’s like for me whenever i see you.

the last thing you see is fred’s smile and adoring eyes before they close, keeping him close. fred doesn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in your arms. even though he knows fate has something else in store for you, him, and the rest of the wizarding world tomorrow, for now, fred’ll pretend like everything is perfect the way it is now.

//

the time he wished the war didn’t exist; merely an hour before the war took place. the final preparations before havoc would soon ensue, fred is giving you a kiss, deep and pouring in everything he has. the both of you pull back from one another and fred whispers a soft i love you, so much, and you nod, pressing a kiss to his nose as you reply just as quiet: i love you too freddie, always will.

the last thing fred sees is your back turned against him as you head off to the opposite direction, wand in hand. you look over your shoulder to see your favorite ginger head boy smiling at you, giving a small wave.

though, once you disappear from his sight, fred pulls out a crushed dandelion from his pocket and feebly blows it off his palm and watches as the particles flow towards the direction you had left in. please be safe, my love.

//

the time he wished he got to see you one last time; even when everyone insisted he wouldn’t be able to - no one has seen you once the war was remotely over. fred makes his way back into the castle, willing to believe everyone’s words only if he sees it with his own eyes. he goes deaf, unwilling to listen to anyone’s warning. not molly, not george, no one. he desperately needed to get a sight of you, hold you, anything - even if it means it’s your corpse. that’s the least you deserve, the least fred can have.

fred feels his throat tightening the more the tries to look for you, only to see no one that looked anything remotely like you. his breathing picks up in pace and he hadn’t realised he was crying as he keeps trying. he doesn’t know if this is hope that he doesn’t see your corpse, or a cruel joke on him that he can’t even see you one last time. he doesn’t let up until george snaps him out of it, having followed him for the past hour, going in circles, going nowhere.

the boy falls to his knees, curling onto the ground as his tears fall with his heart. he throws around the fallen bricks and broken concrete, crying out in anguish. george picks fred up, only to hug him close, unsure of what to say at a time like this. to the eye’s of everyone, they had just won the war against the darkest wizard’s of all time.

but to someone - to someone like fred - he had just lost his world, and a part of him; all in a day.

//

fred’s breathing is heavy, tear-stained cheeks every time he returns to this place but it’s the only place he knows how to cope. they... hadn’t found your body, and that only fuels hope in fred, looking forward to the day he’ll accidentally bump into you on the streets, or the day you decide to visit his shop with george, or the day you’d come to the burrow unannounced.

hope is the only thing that keeps fred going, even when he doesn’t want to.

his feet keeps him planted amongst the flowers that tried to mimic your presence but it could never fill the void he was longing for. his lips part and gently blows the dandelion away, feeling another tear roll down his cheek as he stares ahead to the sea of dandelions but none of them brought you to him.

//

your eyes snap open at the sound of pots and pans clanking from downstairs. the ruckus was enough to make you feel alert enough to rush down the stairs, wand in hand and pointing at the door to spot an intruder... only to see your father’s goofy grin. sighing, you lower your wand and relax a little, “pa...”

“sorry lion,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “i was trying to reach for the pot to make your favorite stew,”

“oh, what will i ever do with you?” you chastise jokingly, squinting your eyes at him. he snorts, “love me more each day, lion, i’m only getting older,”

you sigh dramatically, a hand on your forehead, “oh, as you wish, my lord,”

you make your way towards the pots and pans scattered on the floor. picking them one by one and stacking them atop each other, your leg drags for a stool for you to step on to place them back onto the shelves. upon placing them back to their original location, your eyes catch a brown leather book snugly placed in the corner.

with pursued lips, you reach for it and give it a good tug to get it.

when you do, dust flies in the air and you cough a little.

“what’s the matter, lio-”your father’s voice drowns on its own at the sight of what you have in your hands. he gapes, unsure of what to do and you glance down to the book to see what you have that caused such a reaction. on the cover it’s a gold embossing of the letters lion’s flowery.

“m-mama had a flower shop?” you’re surprised your voice is still working, though, you’re certain it’s going to give out when your father is getting teary-eyed. surely, he probably hasn’t seen this in a long time, either.

“well... she was going to,” he states quietly, “then... you know...”

you could hear a pin drop at how silent it gets. only the sounds of breathing fills the room until you try to get more information out of a shop you hadn’t known your mother was planning to open.

“...why didn’t i know about this?” your father sees that you’re just... curious. not necessarily upset or angry, just... full of questions.

“i didn’t know how to tell you, so i... didn’t,”

you understood his reasons. as much pain you felt losing a mother, he lost the love of his life and you could only comprehend so much. the both of you lean against the island counter, side by side with your hips close together. your hands open the book and one of your father’s hand come up to balance like a make-shift table (despite there being a table literally right behind).

they’re catalogue of flowers that you’ve come to love and learn. your hands fondly stroke over each flower profile, and it reminded you of how much you truly found peace in them - non-magical and magical combined. they offer so much yet needed so little. they made the world beautiful, they gave beautiful meanings and messages - it made your heart swell at how much all of this is coming to you just looking through a book of flowers.

it’s not until you reach a certain flower - dandelions - the name of a common wild plant that has big, round yellow flowers that change into fluffy balls of white seeds. eventually, they pull away from the flower stem and travel on the breeze to root and grow new plants. your breath hitches the more you read about them, the more you learn about dandelions than you’ve known before. flashes of your mother, imagery of her cradling you in her arms without you knowing it would be the last. images of fred, blowing the dandelions with you, your eyes opening to the first thing you see after blowing them - particles getting lost in fred and bundling to be everything you’ve ever wanted in a person.

you fall to your knees and your father is there to catch you. you clutch onto the book like it’s the only thing you know how to do, and your father holds onto you like it’s the only thing he knows what to do.

the both of you stay there, crying, sobbing for a loved one that still left a big hole in your hearts. yet, doing so... it patched up a big part of it too - mourning together, crying out the frustrations of what if’s and what could be... the morning started out very, very heavy... only for it to get lighter as the day progresses.

//

when the both of you have calmed down, your mother’s book placed on the table between you two along with a cuppa warm tea, this is where your father tries to get some answers he hadn’t from the day you came back.

“c-can i ask you, something, lion?”

you sip onto your tea, you place the cup down to look up to him, nodding with a small smile. tired, but... relieved. strange, crying openly in front of your father, and him doing the same, felt like the wound that was left unattended seemed to close a little.

“what happened?” he tests the waters curiously, yet, you can see he’s just... worried. as any parent would be. “i just... i feel a bit out of touch. i’m your father and it’s been nearly four months and i don’t know what my daughter is going through,”

“to be frank, it’s... i still don’t know why or how you have that scar on your wrist, or why you showed up bloodied, disheveled and... i wish i asked sooner,”

there’s a pause and for a moment, it’s just breathing. but all that breathing, you were trying to figure out how to explain it to someone who didn’t live through what you did. the terror, the trauma, the never ending thoughts of dying for the greater good... it was a lot to bear.

“well...” that was the start of your sentence to a very, long-awaited update you’ve yet to tell your father. it’s not everyday you would want to spark up a conversation about the war that tore up the wizarding world. or one that you would be able to get through without shedding a couple of tears. but at the end of it all, your father was there to understand every bit of it. as if he’s trying to empathize, and... at least if he didn’t live through it with you, doesn’t mean he can’t be there for you when you need it. so you explain. every bit of it. everything in between. the hiding, your friends, your teachers, hogwarts, you-know-who - merlin, voldemort - everything came out and your father can see how you’re still shaken up by it, reaching out to hold onto your hand on the table as he patiently waits for you to breathe before he asks another question.

“and... is it safe now?”

your mouth opens and closes for a short moment to think of how to answer that. you didn’t know, you wouldn’t. instead of leaving him hanging, you muster up the best answer you can, “i... assume so. i haven’t been back since, pa. you would know that,” you grin softly, and he’s well-aware of that. the moment the war was remotely over, you took your chances and apparated back home.

home, home. home where your father was because you’d regret it with your heart if it meant you wouldn’t be able to see him one last time. he meant the absolute world to you, and when you almost experience death, it aches your heart leaving your father alone in this world.

you weren’t ready to leave him, not yet. and based on how your father takes note of your pupils shifting away from him uncertainly, he respects not to push you any further for today.

//

the next night, however, hadn’t been the easiest thing for your father to do, but he had to do it. because he knows how important it is to get closure, to at least go out there and try to take a chance at a love that’s worth fighting for... even if it ends earlier than expected.

so when the pair of you are seated by the fire, he springs at the chance.

“lion,” he coos, looking at you over the glow of the ember keeping the pair of you warm. “i love you very much,”

he sees your mother’s smile in your eyes when you smile at him, “i love you too, pa,”

he knows you enough to know that-”is there something bothering you, lion?”

at the question, you know he knows, you can never lie to him. if there’s one person in this earth you can be a hundred percent transparent with, it’s him... and... also... “there’s... this boy, pa,”

his eyes spark with curiosity, along with recollection of words you’ve said before. in letters you’ve written in the past.

“is this that-that-ough, what was his name?” you chuckle at your father’s feeble attempt in remembering, shaking your head, “fred weasley, pa,”

“ah! that’s the one!” he snaps his fingers and you snort, reaching out to flick his elbow. there’s this silence that bestows upon the two of you and you look at your father to see he has raised brows, as if it’s to ask well? what else about this boy?

“i haven’t seen him since... the war, pa. i came back as soon as i thought i’d be safe to come home,” you turn to look at him, “i didn’t want to miss a chance to say goodbye if i couldn’t,” you sigh and look back to the fire, noticing the orange glows remind you of a certain ginger head, it makes you feel bitter.

“i... don’t know how he’s doing, or if he’s even alive. i don’t know how my heart will cope if he isn’t. it’ll all be too much,”

“lion...” he calls out softly, earning a shake of your head as you refuse to look at him - well-aware of what he’s about to say. he always says the right things, even if you don’t want to hear them.

“living in denial won’t let you be free from it,” he grabs onto your hand, squeezing it tight, “i would know,”

you shakily place your other hand to cup his hand in yours, your voice coming out in a soft whisper: “h-how did you accept that mama was gone?”

you hear him inhale sharply, but his nerves relax as he curls his hand against yours, interlacing fingers. “i accepted she was gone physically, but in spirit, i still had a lot of love for her. i mean, look at the mess i still am today,” you chuckled and look at him, giving his hand a squeeze, “a good looking one, i reckon,”

“right?” he chuckles, continuing, “but, i know that even with her not being here, she’d want me to be happy. she wouldn’t want me to live my life in misery, so i tried to live my life for the both of us,”

“did it work?” your brows are raised, and his are furrowed.

“not at first, it’s not everyday you lose someone you think you’d want to spend the rest of your life with. but slowly, it did,” he lets out another heavy breath and pulls to make you face him, his other hand coming to brace your cold hands, “i want the same for you, lion. to at least seek for him and find what’s been missing in you for the longest time. be it love, or... closure. i’ll be here for you should anything go wrong,”

he searches for the answer in your eyes, but it’s already there when you smile at him.

“your mother and i, we don’t call you lion for nothing.”

//

you mentally prepared yourself for this moment for... the longest time. on days where you woke up missing fred terribly, nights you cried awake, your imagination taking a toll on you, presenting you the worst nightmare yet... your initial instincts wanted to apparate to all the places you thought fred might be at. but back then, you weren’t ready.

now, with a newfound confidence and strength, you ensure your coat is tightly wrapped around you before you head to the first place that comes to mind of where fred might be.

your head is a little dizzy having not done this in a while. you take a couple of seconds to stable yourself, before you encourage yourself to walk past the orange doors. the place is filled with people despite being an hour before lunch. people buzzing with excitement, rushing around to get gifts or pranks for their friends, loved ones. the atmosphere reels you in and you almost forget what you came here for.

you feel yourself getting lost as you walk around, nearly erasing the memory of this place’s existence. you clutch onto your coat, eyes drinking in the image of products upon products they have on display. it makes your heart swell thinking how well fred and george are doing. you would’ve continued wandering a bit more, until-“merlin, y/n,” a voice calls out, and you turn around to have your heart leaping out of your chest.

familiarity sinks in your bones at the realization of who it is and it makes your heart fill with relief. no doubt, it wasn’t fred, but you care and love for george, too. you’re running up to him and wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight. he returns the gesture, pulling you to the side so customer’s could freely wander around, and he’d have a moment to chat.

he fills you in on business, the aftermath of war and the months it took for them to slip back into their regular routine. it still feels foreign, standing here in front of one of your lifelong best friends. you briefly give him a summary of where you have been, what you’ve been doing, what you want to do (maybe a flower shop? who knows? if fred and george could do it, so could you).

you can’t help but stop him mid sentence, reaching for another hug and george chuckles, returning the hug just as enthusiastic. he’s reminded of the reasons why people around you loves you - moments like these. “’m sorry, georgie,” you murmur against his chest, squeezing him tight, so, so relieved he’s doing alright. based on how happy he is to see you, it gives you hope that fred... fred might be doing okay. “i just miss you a lot, and i’m so happy you’re alright,”

he strokes the back of your head tenderly, nodding at the side of your temple, “’m glad to see you too. so relieved as well,” he gives you a squeeze, “couldn’t imagine what i’d feel if anything happened to you...”

the two of you stay like that for a little while, before he breaks the hug to look down on you with a small frown, “let’s address the elephant in the room, yeah?” you gulp at his words, nodding carefully, “i... i know you’re probably looking for freddie but... there are times like these that he just disappears,”

you gape, hands clutching onto the material of george’s coat, “d-disappears?”

his twin nods, “yeah. he wouldn’t tell anyone where he’d go, but he’d be gone for hours. usually every other day, sometimes everyday,” he shakes his head, sighing, “he’s been like this ever since. i think, for the longest time, he’d thought you...” you stare into george’s eyes and find the answer. you put two and two together that fred... might have the perception you died. it scared you, because it’s the feeling you had been feeling, too. it made your heart ache, because you know he’s alright but he doesn’t.

“i-i-where do-how do-”george places his index finger on your lips to silence you, only guiding you to their workshop on the level below. he rummages through fred’s belongings and you can tell it’s his worktable based on how everything is scattered - yet, you’re certain he has a system only he understands.

george pulls out a certain flower, and your heart is in your throat.

“only thing i know is he carries this around, it’s always this same flower. maybe... you’d know why?”

george watches as hope fills your eyes, along with tears. like a cogwheel spinning profusely, too quick to process what’s actually going on. you shakily take the flower from him, nodding.

“i know where he is, georgie,”

you watch as a wave of relief washes over him.

“go, y/n. go now.”

you close your eyes, clutching onto the dandelion and your wand. exhaling deeply before you apparate to the place you have been dreaming of - the place you’d meet him on the days that were too heavy to be anywhere else. a place just the two of you would know of. somewhere safe, somewhere sacred. the place you wished you’d be able to love fred whole-heartedly and that he’d be there when you’re ready. you were more than just ready.

//

fred’s eyes remain closed, feeling the weight of his shoulders gently lift up as he exhales. his face scrunches a little at the gush of wind that greets him but he ignores it, trying to recuperate as he whispers his wish and opens his eyes. it feels like time has frozen, everything going static as fred meets with... with... “y/n...”

his fingers start trembling, the stem of dandelion falling to join the pile on the ground. this had been like any other day fred came here since the war was over, since the day he thought he’d lost you forever, since the day he’s been constantly wishing for this moment happening now. since the day he’d been wishing on dandelions like a fool.

it felt so surreal, yet so bloody unfair.

you looked as beautiful as ever - even when he could see the physical effect the war had on you. slightly droopy eyes, probably from the lack of sleep, but there was still this glow you had. so ethereal and breathtaking. his throat grows tight and fred resists the urge to lunge at you as you make your way towards him to your best ability. he knows you’ve been running when you’re breathless, cheeks tinted with a soft pink. he watches as your knees almost buckle - this is when fred loses it.

he impatiently strides up to you and eagerly reels you into his arms. he can’t contain himself to let an exhale of relief, that soon turns into sob, crying out your name as he squeezes you in his arms. an arm, hooking to your waist to make sure you can’t disappear, his other hand, continuously stroking the back of your head as if you... you were so, so precious. it’s as if he’s reaffirming himself that this isn’t a dream. stroke. that you’re really here with him. stroke, inhale the lavender from your hair, the hint of apples. this isn’t a cruel nightmare he’d wake up from and you wouldn’t be there. squeeze, the beat of your heartbeat is a metronome against his chest, ticking in his mind that this... this was all real.

please let it be real.

“f-freddie,” you choke out, arms doing the best they can to curl around him but you can barely hug him properly before he pulls you back, desperately looking into your eyes past the tears blurring his vision. past the tears blurring your vision. he doesn’t know where to begin. he shakes his head a few times and it only aids his tears to fall off his face. it’s making you cry even more, hands shakily cupping his cheeks to wipe them away but fred’s doing that to you.

“w-where have you been?" fred’s voice cracks, not even able to speak properly as the words rush out of his mind. you can’t even answer when he’s bombarding you with more questions.

“are you alright?” he tries to search for the answers in your eyes, but he won’t even let himself hear the answers, the words leaving his mouth quicker than he can stop himself, "were you hurt? h-how’s your father? how did you know where to find m-”you refuse to let fred ask another question that would be left unanswered, pulling him down to press your lips together. you feel the frown on his face deepen as he kisses you back; saltiness greets your tongue, along with the taste of fred on your lips. he kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss you. trying to kiss you more, and more, to make up for lost time, to make up for the days and days he thought he wouldn’t be here with you.

it’s not until the both of you grow breathless, tear-stained cheeks now in a faint shade of pink and runny noses. a couple more tears fall out before a chuckle is exchanged. fred carefully wipes your nose with the back of his hand and you do the same for him. the two of you refuse to look away from each other, not even letting your hands leave each other’s faces as you stare at the boy you loved, love, here, alive, in front of you.

fred has a million questions in his mind, paired with thousands of thoughts, but the main one being thank you, dandelions.

//

from the moment you appeared in front of him, he’s refusing to let you go. each time you tried to pull away, he’d whine and say woman, you have no idea how many dandelions i’ve blown or almost choked on (this is a question you’ll ask next time). you have to let me hug you like this. and so you did. it’s only after what feels like forever, but in translation, thirty minutes that he eventually, reluctantly (most unwillingly) lets go of you.

that’s how the both of you settle in each other’s arms, finding a nearby tree a little off from the field of dandelions. fred leans against the tree trunk as he cases you in with his figure. you rest your head against his shoulder, as if it’s a perfect slot for you and fred sighs, closing his eyes and relishes the feeling of your warmth, presence, scent - everything about you completed him.

his hand folds on top of yours and he strokes your skin gently. his fingers come across a certain embossing on your skin and he gazes down the same time you do. it’s a scar, not big but... it wasn’t small but it was enough to be visible, a line trailing from a couple of centimeters from your elbow towards your wrist. he gapes and searches for the answer on your face. you can only offer him a small smile, shaking your head, “i-i’m not sure how but i only noticed it after,”

he frowns, feeling guilty - that he could’ve protected you or prevented this from happening. though, the both of you are well-aware that neither of you could have predicted the future. especially not during a war. so he brings your arm up to his lips so he can kiss your skin, a couple more times until his lips pause by your arm, grip tightening.

for a split second, his mind flashes back to the aftermath of the war. him desperately trying to find you to no avail. the imagery only lasted for five seconds, but it was enough to render him breathless, squeezing your waist tight. when you hear him wince, you try to get a look at him and feel your heart aching when he refuses to look at you, eyes clenched shut, now visibly shaking.

you decide to straddle over his lap to your best ability despite his iron grip on you and pull him close until his face fits in the space between your neck and shoulder. arms cocooning him and kissing the crown of his head as you coax him to breathe, freddie, just breathe... and he does. a couple of times until you feel him relaxing, though, refusing to open his eyes.

“freddie...?” you call out quietly when he says nothing, trying to gather himself in your arms.

“i thought i lost you,” his voice barely makes it to you, but you’re so, so relieved that it does. you’re so proud of him, and it’s going to take a while for him to get used to you showering him with so much love, soon.

“i... thought you were gone,” he admits bitterly, arms starting to flex around you once more, his breathing starting to tremble and you can feel him about to cry again. you welcome him to, willing to absorb the tears falling from his eyes and into your clothes. you started trembling as well, remembering how hard it got to breathe when you had no idea how you were going to survive the war - if you were even going to have one last time to say goodbye.

it made fred hold onto you closer, the both of you falling apart and picking yourselves up together in each other’s arms.

//

the orange glow of the sun starts to appear and it felt like you’ve been here with fred for ages. yet, you’re not complaining. you’d stay with him here forever if you could. after the vast silence, it was time to start filling in some answers of what happened the past few months in each other’s absence. fred had continued his business with george. initially it was rocky, everyone was still shaken up and didn’t know how to continue living like the biggest war of all time didn’t rip their lives apart.

eventually they did, and so did the weasleys. apparently ginny went on to live with harry, ron with hermoine - the two occasionally returning for a big family gathering which happened every month. fred is more than excited to have you join him and you watch as his eyes light up just thinking about being able to take you home, any home - the burrow, the apartment above his shop with george, as long as you were with him - that’s home.

then it came to his turn with questions, the first being: “w-where did you go, after the war?” he held onto your hands, pressing kisses every now and then as he listens to you quietly.

“i went back to my father’s,” you sighed, shaking your head, “i... couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone after barely scraping death by. as much as it hurt me to leave you, it hurt me even more not returning to my father,” you sniff a little, and one of fred’s hands leave yours to cup your cheek, stroking your skin gently.

“after mama... he hasn’t been the same. he looks like he's happy, and i feel like he genuinely is but i know my father still has a lot of love for her he can’t let go of,” you bit your lip, as if you’re uncertain you should say it, but you do when fred makes you look up to him carefully, him smiling at you like it’s a promise it’s okay to say what you want to.

“i... wasn’t sure if you were alive, either. that part... made my heart ache so much thinking if i came to know you were gone. i didn’t know if i was ready for it,” fred nods at your confession - frankly, he understood. he was in your shoes, too. it’s just, he’s-”do you know how many dandelions i’ve blown for you, love? hoping one day you’d show up?”

if there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, apart from the fact that fred weasley still looks as dashing as ever, it’s the fact he can make you laugh even at a moment your heart feels the most vulnerable.

“i’m a little late, huh?”

“a little late?” he raises a brow, shifting closer to you (as if he wasn’t close enough) to frame your cheeks in his hands, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips before continuing his sentence, “you were just on time, you always are.”

//

“ready?” fred asks, hand in yours so tight, yours squeezing his in return. you meekly nod and fred gives the door a couple of knocks, a soft coming! can be heard on the other end. your heart palpates even faster, breath hitching when the door swings open and it’s another familiar face you recognize. molly immediately grabs for her son and you let him go (he deserves this), peppering his face with kisses and bombards him with many questions - all without him barely making up answers for them. he laughs and it brings molly to tears, sniffing at the sight of her son... genuinely smiling after so long. happy to be home.

she embraces him and squeezes him tight. the whole commotion earning everyone to gather and you see the tell-tales of what future gatherings would look like when ginny is giving george a light punch to the arm, the light bickering of ron with hermoine and harry in the living room, arthur chatting with bill, charlie and percy along with fleur by the fire. it’s like everyone’s stopped to stare and it processes in their minds what’s happening when fred steps to the side and gives you a nudge, almost pushing you gently towards molly.

she lets out a gasp and her eyes widen at the sight of you. it elicits a sob from her as she grabs for you, clutching onto you tight and burying you in her embrace. you hear voices around you, all with good intention as they’re surprised by your presence but it feels welcomed. it’s like home, another home from home. your hands shakily return the hug and your eyes close to relish molly’s motherly love being showered down upon you.

molly pulls back to cradle your face in her hands and presses a few kisses to your skin, earning a huge grin from you as you stare at her lovingly. she manages a soft whisper: “you’re alright, y/n. thank heavens you’re alright,” you can’t even reply with words, only tearing up and smiling at her as she wipes the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

fred’s heart swells at the sight - knowing how much this means to you. feeling the love you get from molly makes your eyes spark brighter than they did and fred can’t help but smile along with you - so wide, apparently it’s-“i haven’t seen him smile like that in a while,” hermoine gushes, the atmosphere feeling warm and full of love, everyone could pitch the same. except for: “smile?” ron snorts, “i haven’t even seen him.”

//

dinner had been a wonderful memory, being replayed to you in live time once more. it reminds you of how... warm it feels being at the burrow, together with the weasleys and your friends who have became a part of the family. your heart feels full, almost like it’s impossible to feel this full and your stomach agrees as well. so many discussions, talks, all trying to make up for lost time. except this time, it feels like there’s no timer, no ticking bomb ready to explode.

everyone can breathe and speak in peace. there was no rush. the things left unsaid, can be talked out the next day. the lingering questions they had, can be saved for another time.

everything... felt alright. they fell into place.

as you settle down on the bed, fred’s bed, of course, your eyes watch as he gets dressed for bed. the room was once more yours for the taking when george already announces the sofa is his (you really should treat him one day). you’re comfortable in his sweater, a little big on you, just covering your palms slightly along with a pair of his joggers. altogether, fred thinks you look absolutely gorgeous in his clothing. he strips out of his clothes, just in his boxers lining his hips and he reaches for a shirt to pull over his head. he then grabs for a pair of sweats and he shimmies into them, making you smile.

this... this was everything you wanted. nothing else. fred was all the wishes you’ve made and you finally got him. a part of you also felt bad that... the reason why this was prolonged was because you hadn’t come sooner. if only you did, if only you didn’t take four months to clock in quicker. you hadn’t realize you were tearing up until he looks slightly panicked when he turns around, noticing how your eyes are all glassy with the moon being a guiding light for him to see that. he kneels down before you and hushes you softly, gently spreading your legs so he can fit between them, eyes gazing up to your own, in search of what’s wrong.

“you alright, love? are you hurt anywhere?” he asks, voice laced with worry yet filled with so much... love. your hands fiddle on your lap and he shakes his head at you, one of his arms steadying you around your waist, the other cupping your face as he brushes the tears away. “what’s wrong...?”

“‘m sorry, freddie,” you murmur past your ragged breathing, hands clasping onto themselves to stop them from shaking, “‘m sorry i didn’t come sooner,”

“hey, hey no,” fred hisses, both hands now on cradling your face as he leans up, still on his knees but towering over you slightly. he makes you look up to him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, finally, a small one on your lips. your eyes flutter shut, a few more tears escape and you let out a shaky breath. he kisses your tears away, he kisses the doubts from your mind, he kisses you until it’s all you can think about and then he stops, making you listen to him past the shallow breathing. your hands clutch onto the material of his shirt, holding him close. but it’s not like he’d want to be anywhere else, either.

“don’t apologize, you had your reasons, love. i would’ve done the same,” he sighs, pressing his forehead onto yours. he feels your arms snaking around his waist and he smiles a little, looking at your eyes open and you manage a small smile. “we all needed time to heal. and though, i missed you awfully a lot while you weren’t here, i respect that you needed that time with your father,” fred feels his heart at ease when your eyes stop watering, the tears drying up. “and what matters now is you’re here, we’re here,” his lips meet with yours one more time, a slow dance he entrances you in and one you participate in when your arms move to crawl around his neck and you gladly allow his tongue to enter your mouth. you start to feel hot in his sweater, and fred feels somewhere growing tighter for comfort in his boxers but neither of you act upon it just yet, wanting to enjoy this moment together.

he pulls away almost unwillingly, just so he can get his point across. his eyes remain on you, his smile curling up wider at the sight of your grin and radiant eyes sparkling with joy; fred... wants to remember this forever.

“and that’s all that matters, alright love?”

you don’t trust your words, only your actions as your smile is embedded to your face and you nod a couple of times, earning a smirk from the ginger head boy who’s towering above you, now moving his hands to your hips where he pushes you further onto the bed, and then down for you to lay on it. he assumes his position atop of you and it makes you giggle, arms automatically slinging around his neck and he gladly leans down to connect your lips again.

//

after the steamy highs and contented sighs, you almost fall asleep in fred’s arms. his bare chest pressed to your clothed back, your legs tangled with fred’s under the covers - it seems like the joggers and sweats did nothing to keep you warm when you have fred next to you. your hand smoothens over his skin and he groans in approval, snuggling up closer to you for comfort. you can tell he’s about to fall asleep when he kisses your neck, then slotting his face there.

but you have to get your question in before he does.

“freddie?” you coo out softly, and he only hums in response, arms pulling you a little bit closer.

“could i bring you somewhere, tomorrow?” your voice remains quiet, almost in a whisper and it’s such a huge contrast to fred’s chuckle, muffled against your skin. the vibrations sending tingles down your spine - in a good way.

“d’you even have to ask, love?” he lifts his face up and you look over your shoulder to peek at his mischievous eyes adoring you.

“i’d go anywhere with you, y/n.”

//

fred takes in the imagery of a cozy cottage exterior. there... are (of course) dandelions growing on the front porch as they walk up to the door, fred feels his heart quickening in pace. he clamps onto your hand, now understanding how nervous you must’ve been yesterday. he clears his throat and you chuckle, causing him to stir from his thoughts to look at you with a gaped mouth.

“w-what?”

“you look so cute when you’re flustered,” you smile at your confession, but even more because you do find him adorable. he snorts, “you always surprise me, y/n,”

“hold your horses, then. i have one more,” you giggle, giving him no time to prepare or back out as you knock on the door eagerly. he gasps and uses your interlocked hands to hit your side gently, “hey! i’m not ready for this-!”

the door opens, a bit more tenderly than molly opened her door yesterday. the contrast was interesting, yet, the same amount of love was evident when your father steps out with a warm smile on his face, already pulling you in for a hug. your hand still manages to be in fred’s grip and he’s getting more nervous as he squeezes your hand.

“lion! thought i’d be expecting you in a month or two,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls back and kisses your forehead, “but good to see you nevertheless,”

you gesture to the boy next to you and the ginger head boy makes himself known as he lets go of your hand to shake your fathers’, “hello there, mr. y/l/n, i’m fred weasley,”

“ah, you are the fred weasley!” your father laughs, reaching out to shake his hand, only to pull him in for a hug, “c’mere, lad!” he gives fred a tight embrace and fred’s heart jumps at the act of affection. not that he didn’t think men couldn’t be affectionate but... this makes a lot of sense. how you are so full of love and so kind, it really shows through your parents upbringing and... it felt like you were too good for this earth.

“lion has told me many things about you, i’m so glad we have the chance to meet,” your father pulls back and gives fred a couple more pats to the shoulder, then welcoming you two in, “come in! dinner’s just ready!”

the dinner was much calmer than the one yesterday night in the burrow. although it’s hard to compare, considering there’s so many people in the burrow, but fred quite enjoys the tranquil here, too. even though it’s just three people, there’s no lacking in terms of warmth when you paired with your father, seemed like two radiant suns glowing in the same room as him.

fred found muggles interesting; just the way they lived so differently than wizards yet, there’s shared values that make the two similar at the same time. your father shows his curiosity and enthusiasm to learn about the wizarding world more than he had anticipated. asking deep and grounded questions, rather than the surface can you make me disappear?-like questions. no doubt, that’s where your intelligence came from, too. the more fred interacts with your father, the more in love he is with you. more so when he listens in to your conversations with your father and he pipes in every now and then, but for the most part he likes to listen and be a passenger, too.

it’s not until he gets curious at the pet name that’s your father had been calling you, not your actual name.

“say, why is y/n’s nickname, lion?”

“ah,” your father’s smile falters for a small second and it feels like fred had asked a very personal question. but your father doesn’t shy away from it, his smile returning wider than before and when fred glances to you to see you looking at your father with so much love, fred feels truly blessed. “me and y/n’s mother called her lion, from the dandelions,” your father admits with a proud grin, “though,” your father continues, “sometimes she can be quite the animal,”

“hey!” you huff, flicking a napkin at him and fred can’t help but laugh.

“alright, alright! one last course! i made lion’s favorite chocolate brownies!” he gets up and waves a hand when fred offers to help, pining him down with a look, “sit down, laddie! you’ll help the next time you come back, alright? reckon these brownies will blow you off your feet!” your father animatedly walks to the kitchen and disappears for a moment.

fred exhales deeply and feels his heart calm down. next time, your father wants to see him next time, he’ll be coming back here with you next time. it makes heart feel tingly inside, as if... everything was falling into place - similar to how you felt last night after reuniting with his family.

“lion,” fred tests the nickname, resting his chin in his palm on the table, his other hand reaching out to push strands of your hair behind your ear. he adores the small blush that paints your cheeks. your hand grabs onto his, resting it down on your thigh as your fingers lace between one another.

“such a pretty flower, you are,” he coos, feeling you tap his hand with your thumb, “thought you weren’t a big fan of dandelions, fred weasley,”

he shakes his head with the scrunch of his nose (well-aware whenever he did it, your heart skips a beatt), “nah, after a certain someone, or rather, a dandelion, that was enough for me to fall in love with dandelions,” you already know what he means despite his words that seem a little cryptic. your eyes narrow at him playfully and he does the same, only for you two to break out into a small laugh. your smiles remain on your faces as you stare at each other lovingly, tenderly - everything did fall into place, afterall.

you were, and always have been, fred’s dandelion.

and freddie, yours.

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