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Once again Fred wakes up to you, not in bed. Sighing he gets up and heads to the bathroom. A small note is stuck to the mirror in your handwriting.
Got called in early, didn't want to wake you. Won't be back for dinner but i'll see you tonight Freddie.
Fred frowns at reading your note. As much as you love your job, it means you're quite busy and that means you don't get to spend much time with Fred anymore. Not only that but you seem to be overworked all the time.
It hurts Fred to see you come home and look so tired. You need a break and Fred was going to be sure you took it. After sending a quick owl to your boss requesting you receive tomorrow off he got to work.
The first thing you saw was the sparkling lights. Normally your living room is filled with smoke or burn marks from whatever thing Fred was working on. Instead, you find the room clean and the smell of roses fills your nose. A few candles are lit around the room.
Your brain quickly panics.
Did you forget about a special day? It's not your anniversary or either of your birthdays. What could it be? A soft chuckle brings you back to reality. Fred stands by the door, leaning against it with a soft smile on his face.
"What's so funny?" You tease as you throw your coat off. Fred shrugs and holds out his hand.
"Nothing, just your face." You let out a fake gasp. Pulling your hand back you turn away dramatically.
"How could you say such a thing? My heart, broken." You say as you feel Fred's arm come to rest on your hips.
"M'sorry my love, how about I make it up to you?" He hums softly. Spinning you around he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
His hand waves and a record floats above the two of you. You watch as it sets itself into your record player. Soon a sweet tune fills the room. Fred gently grasps your chin and turns your head back to face him.
"Dance with my darling?" He asks softly. How could you say no to Fred? You take his hand as he leads you to the center of the room.
Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose
Swaying to the music you feel the world melt away. Leaving just the two of you in your own little world. Your eyes never break contact with him. All you can do is stare into them like they hold everything you ever wanted.
"Didn't know you could dance like this." You say as Fred twirls you around, pulling your back to meet his chest.
"What are you on about? I recall us dancing the night away at the Yule ball." Fred grins at the memory. Both of you all dressed up and having the night of your life.
"Oh, was that dancing? I thought you had something in your shoe." You say with a smirk. Fred scoffs and shakes his head.
"So mean to me."
When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose
Turning back around Fred takes the chance to kiss you. His slightly chapped lips meeting yours in what could only be described as a breathtaking kiss. Lips moving together without even thinking about it. Then again you've both had quite a lot of practice kissing each other's lips. He lightly nips your bottom lip making you squeal.
"Freddie!" You pout and purse your lips.
"Don't do that darling, it's only going to make me want to kiss you more."
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom
Closing your eyes you rest your head against him. Letting Fred wrap his arms around you. The thumping of his heart echoing in your ear. A low rumble grows in his chest as he begins to hum along to the song. He told you a long time ago the lullabies his mother would sing to him when he couldn't sleep. It wasn't often but when you got Fred to sing it was a sound you couldn't get enough of.
"You should sing more." You say softly. Fred hums.
"For you? Anything."
And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs
When the music begins to fade you find yourself feeling a sense of longing. Not wanting to let go of Fred anytime soon. When he drops his arms you let out a whine of protest.
"I know I'm irresistible but it's almost time for bed." He whispers.
"Promise we can cuddle all night and maybe a little bit in the morning too." Sighing you reluctantly agree. Before you can head to the bedroom he pulls you back by your wrist. Pressing another sweet kiss to your lips.
warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people, a guy being sleazy, protective Freddie, college age so you and Freddie are 21+
a/n: thought this would be fun idk why lol also this is a muggle au too
Parties are really not your thing. It's too hot and crowded and everyone is drunk out of their minds. You're only here for one reason but right now you're stuck in a random place just scrolling through your phone.
"Haven't seen you around here before."
Looking up from your phone you see a probably drunk frat boy looking you up and down. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes you put your phone away and sip your drink.
"Parties aren't always my thing." You say coolly as you take a step back from this boy. It's clear he's intoxicated by the way he's stumbling over his own feet.
"The name's Jacob and Well, I can show you a good time if you're interested." He winks, causing you to gag.
"Yeah no. Not happening." You smile a fake smile and walk off. His hand grips your wrist causing you to jump.
"What the hell dude!" You rip your hand away.
"What's going on here?" Both of you look over to see Fred Weasley walking over towards you.
He wasn't in a frat but it was his party. Being the star football player, Fred was the life of the party. After a big win, there was always a big party and while you usually didn't bother with those you decided to go to this one.
"Nothing, Congrats by the way Fred." You roll your eyes at this boy trying to play it off to act cool in front of Fred. Fred turns to you, ignoring Jacob, and crosses his arms.
"You alright love?"
"Fine. Just some drunk asshole." You reply, flashing a small smile at Fred.
"Come on, you know you'd have plenty of fun with me if you just give me a chance," Jacob says sending a shiver up your spine. Fred clenches his jaw and scoffs.
"I'm sure that she's just fine, aren't you honeybee?" Fred says as he takes off his letterman jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.
Fred's jealousy was clear as he wraps an arm around you and smirks. Jacob's eyes widen as he starts to stutter and cover his ass. Even in his drunk state, he knows you don't piss off Fred Weasley.
"I'm sorry man I didn't know she was your girl." Fred rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him.
"I would suggest leaving before I make you leave, when a girl says no she means it." You smile at Fred and squeeze his hand softly.
"By the way, no one is going home with you when it smells like you dumped axe body spray on yourself." Fred sneers as Jacob leaves, hiding his face in embarrassment at being told off by Fred.
"Easy tiger, I'm alright." You giggle as you pull Fred's attention back to you.
"Can't stand people like that," Fred grumbles as he rests his hands on your waist.
"It's getting hot in here, let's go outside." You say taking his hand. Leading him through the crowds of people you manage to find a quiet place outside in the backyard. Outside was colder than inside. You tighten Fred's jacket around your shoulders as a breeze flows past your face.
"Aren't you cold?" You ask Fred who was in nothing but a white tee shirt and jeans. His freckles shining in the moonlight along with the metal ring you got him for your 6 month anniversary.
"Nah, I don't get cold, I'm cool like that." He teases making you laugh. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you take in the cool air.
"Congrats on winning the game, I wish I could have been there to watch." You always go to his games but with a big test in a few days, Fred pushed you to stay and study instead of going to the game.
He knows you hate parties so it was quite a surprise to see you show up. You wanted to support him since you couldn't go to the game, him being busy at parties was expected as he had to go and greet everyone so you didn't mind sitting in a corner until he was done. Besides, this party had free drinks.
"It's okay love, how did the studying go?" He asks as he wraps his arms around you.
"Pretty boring but I think I understand the material." You reply. Resting your head against his chest you listen to the muffled music.
"That's good," Despite being the incredibly popular Fred Weasley, he was truly a down to earth kind of guy.
Sweet and funny and didn't use his popularity as an excuse to be a complete asshole which you really admired. Although when you first met him you thought he would be one of those cocky jocks you were quite wrong. Spilling tea all over your homework Fred turned into an absolute mess of apologies.
Grabbing about 30 napkins too many and furiously mopping up your homework while rambling on about how sorry he was and how he would redo your homework for you. You found it amusing and quite cute so instead of getting mad, you offered a date at the dining hall instead. Which he gladly accepted and your first date was filled with laughs and kind of crappy food.
"Whatcha thinkin about love?" Fred asks, pulling you from your daydream.
"Just the first time we met." Fred grimaces as he recalls just how embarrassing that encounter was for him.
"You're really cute, you know that?" You press a kiss to his jaw and he smiles.
"I love you honeybee," Fred mumbles as he presses a kiss on your head.
a/n: loosely based off of the song common sense by Joshua Bassett
You know it's wrong. It doesn't make sense in the slightest. You have a good job at the ministry. You're on track to getting a great promotion and you even have the chance to get moved to the MACUSA. Yet, something is still holding you back.
Well more like someone.
Falling in love with George Weasley was never your plan.Â
You never met at Hogwarts despite being in the same year. Of course, you had heard of him but personally pranking and fake sweets weren't exactly your definition of an exciting day. Stepping into his shop itself wasn't even your plan. You handled work permits for the ministry and were sent to their shop for purely business. George had swept you up immediately.
"Well hello there darling," The ginger boy says with a charming smile, one that made your heart leap.
"Hello Mr. Weasley, I'm here to collect your permits." You say confidently, trying not to let him or his shop distract you from your job. George eyes you for a moment, a glint in his eyes as he grins and reaches down below the counter.
"Here you go love, you know. I have to say I like you much better than those other boring people they send." He rests his head on his chin as he speaks.
"Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Weasley, but I think I am one of those boring people you speak of." He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
"Call me George and maybe you are, but you're the only one I'm interested in getting to know."
You're slightly taken back by his boldness but you do admit he is a good looking man. But you have a job to focus on and you can't afford distractions. Taking the permits and tucking them under your arm you smile at George and stand up straighter.
"Good day Mr. Weasley."
"Ah," George raises his eyebrow at you. Shaking your head softly you head towards the door, turning back to see him waving at you.
"Bye George."
Since then you've found yourself accidentally stumbling upon his shop and stumbling upon George. At least you tell yourself it's an accident. You found yourself spending your lunch breaks in Diagon Alley subtly peaking into their shop and hoping to maybe see George pass by. You really did believe you were being sneaky until George sat down in front of you at a cafe with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"I was just passing through and couldn't help but notice you were looking for someone." Biting your lip you shake your head.
"Not at all." You sip your drink and avoid his eyes. George smirks and calls over a waiter.
"Two cups of hot chocolate please." George turns back to you and winks.
"Consider this our first date darling."
A first date turned into another and another and then two more. In all your time together you realized how wrong you were about George. It's true he was a fiend at pranking and loved to try out his new products on his poor unsuspecting brothers but he also cared a lot about his friends and family. He loved putting smiles on the faces of all his customers.
Especially the kids. You found yourself falling deeper in love with every passing day. Soon your goals of working to the top began to fade as your dreams became clouded with George. Things were fine this way. You had a good job and an amazing boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, getting that promotion and being sent away to America.
"This is what I've been working for George," You say quietly as George tugs at his hair. It's true. This has been your goal for a long time but suddenly it doesn't feel like an accomplishment anymore.
"But America? That's so far away. I don't. I.." George squeezes his eyes tightly and falls on the chair beside him.
You could hear the pain in his voice, the tears in his eyes. George stands up and cups your face gently. His thumb brushing your cheek as he stares into your eyes. To him, he's taking the time to memorize every little thing about you.
"I'm so proud of you darling," He whispers softly. Placing a small kiss on your forehead he smiles sadly. You know what this means.
It's goodbye. Long distance is just too much for both of your busy schedules.
Is it worth it though?
You like your current job. You like your home. You like George, no, you love him. All your coworkers tell you what a great opportunity this would be. All common sense is pointing you to taking this job, but how could you say goodbye to George?
"No." You say catching George off guard.
"Pardon?" He steps back confused.
"I'm not going. I don't care. I want to stay and I want to keep going on dates to that cute little cafe down the road and I want to stay up late and watch muggle movies. I want to do it all with you George." A small gasp leaves your lips as he cups your face and captures your lips in his. A little messy but full of passion. His hands grip your waist tightly as you comb your hands through his hair.
"I love you, so bloody much." George mumbles against your lips.
"I'm not going anywhere Georgie, promise" He smiles that perfect, sweet smile and pulls you in for another kiss. It doesn't make sense but you don't care anymore.
Who cares about common sense when you could have George.
A whole year since your heart had been ripped out and stomped on by none other than Fred Weasley. You met at Hogwarts. Just two kids who fell in love and tried to make it work once the days of sneaking through the empty halls and sneaky kisses were over.
It started out okay, things felt okay.
The shop was going well. You had just gotten a job at the ministry. Then it all seemed to fall apart. You don't recall exactly when it started but you can remember the feeling. The pit in your stomach as you notice a flirty blonde girl talking to Fred. Your knuckles turn white as you grip harshly on a box of canary creams.
Fred is a popular man. Charismatic and handsome you were used to people coming up and flirting with him but never had you seen him flirt back. He never had the same special look in his eyes when he talks to them. Tearing your gaze away you drop the box off in George's hands, ignoring his puzzled look as you hurry upstairs. Not wanting to watch anymore.
Then came the distance.
Suddenly he had meetings to go to and couldn't be home for date nights. Morning cuddles were a memory of the past and you often fell asleep in a cold empty bed. No boyfriend with his arms around you, begging you to read him a chapter of your book or drawing shapes on your stomach. Your thoughts soon became consumed by old memories. You thought things would get better. That maybe it was just a rough patch.
Until you saw him with her. Laughing. Smiling. A look on his face that you had only seen when he used to look at you.
Fred wasn't a cheater. You were sure of it but that didn't make this any better. Your heart had been cracking slowly for weeks now but this was it. Confronting him later that night gave you some hope.
Your lip quivered as you stood your ground, not wanting to sound accusatory but you just couldn't stay silent anymore. Fred had been quick to shut down your worries. Promising that you're it for him. That she's just a friend.
And like a lovesick fool, you believed him.
He ended things a month later.
Pain was all you could feel. It felt like your heart was truly shattered. Fred was all you had ever known and he just left. You quickly moved out, finding a run down flat to store all your things. Funny thing is, loneliness is much more suffocating than you had thought.
It was only two weeks. Two fucking weeks when you went back to the shop to pick up your remaining belongings.
The move was so rushed that you had left a few things. Truthfully you didn't even want them because of the memories attached but a part of you couldn't let them go. No matter how badly you wanted to.
That's when you saw them.
His arms wrapped around her like how he used to hold you. That warm smile that used to fill you with butterflies only fills you with jealousy and heartbreak. He promised. Promised she meant nothing to him. That she was just a friend. What a joke. What a liar. You left without your things that day. Owling George to just dump it all, burn it if he wanted because you didn't want those memories anymore.
Now a whole year later, a crisp white envelope lays in front of you. In writing you recognize as Mrs. Weasleys.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Fred Weasley and Juniper Walker
Wedding? It has only been a year and they are getting married. Fred always told you he wanted to wait, that he loved you but he wasn't ready for that kind of commitment yet and you stayed because you loved him too.
Was it all a lie? All those silly notes and midnight confessions? Crumpling up the invitation you throw it in the trash.
How dare he.
How dare he send you an invite like nothing has happened. How dare he just pretend that you didn't date for years. Anger fills your body as you let out a loud scream of frustration. As much as you want to deny it you know you aren't over Fred. The lingering pain remains in your heart and you don't know how to fill it. Closing your bedroom door you crawl under the covers. Hugging your pillow to your chest you let your restless thoughts lull you into a night of hopefully dreamless sleep.
Ever since you got the invitation you've tried to ignore it. The date was fast approaching and you were doing anything to keep your mind off of it. Taking longer shifts and diving deep into anything that would provide you a few moments of peace and it was working just fine. Until you heard a knock at the door.
Assuming it was just the take out you had ordered you open the door quickly, only to be met by the man who had broken your heart a year ago. He looks like you remember him, though his hair was a bit shorter. Maybe she liked it that way.
Silence falls as shock overcomes you. What the hell is he doing here?
"What are you doing here Fred?" You ask, breaking the tension, though neither of you seems to feel at ease.
"I need to talk to you." He fidgets with the ends of his sleeves as he silently pleads for you to let him in.
"No." You try slamming the door in his face but he catches the door before it closes. He steps inside much to your displeasure and tries to reach for your hand.
"Please, I know that I hurt you but-"
"Don't you dare Fred Weasley!" You snap as you shut the door, not wanting your neighbors to poke their heads out to see you fighting with a stranger.
"Don't break my heart and run to a girl who you promised meant nothing to you!" Whipping your head around you see Fred with a guilty look on his face. And it only makes you angrier.
He had all this time to come and apologize, to say sorry for leaving you and running off with a new girl. For letting you believe he loved you.
But he didn't.
"Don't come here and try to talk to me after a year. A year Fred! What could you possibly have to say to me? Huh?!" Fred just stands there.
Mouth gaping like a fish as he tries to piece together the right words, but you know nothing he could say could ever make up for betraying you.
"Was it all lies Fred?" Your voice considerably softer as the anger begins to fade. "How could you do that to me?"
"I'm sorry." Fred says softly, tears brimming in his eyes as he looks down.
"You betrayed me, you made me feel like I was the only one who ever mattered, and then you ripped it away when you ran off with her. Why her?" Fred takes a deep breath before meeting your gaze.
"I'm so sorry Y/n, I never meant to hurt you. I couldn't move on with marrying Juniper until I made things right with you," You scoff at his words, deep down you know Fred has a heart of gold but was he truly sorry for following his heart? Or is it just guilt making him show up at your flat.
"But you did Fred, you betrayed me. You hurt me so badly." Sitting on your couch you wrap your arms around yourself.
"It wasn't a lie, I promise. I really did love you." He whispers quietly. He promises, but how good are his promises now?
"Please leave Fred." You can see his face drop at your words. Did he really come here thinking he could apologize and make it all okay? It would take much more than that to forgive Fred.
"Please consider coming, my family would love to see you again." He waits for a response but you don't give him one. With a defeated sigh he leaves. A tear falls down your cheek as soon as you're sure he is gone.
Your hand shakes as painful memories come flooding back to you. Seeing him, hearing him brings it all back.
It's not fair. How can he move on so quickly while you're still here, broken by him a year later? The open invitation to his wedding makes you sick. He really moved on that quickly. Lied to you that she was nothing but then ran to her in a matter of weeks. Maybe in the future, you'll be able to forgive him. Be able to speak to him without feeling like the world is caving in around you. But right now, knowing what he did.
Itâs been a while since I logged onto this account. Let me start by saying im not coming back. Iâm here to say hi and to post some fics that I ended up writing and posting on wattpad. I realized how much better my mental has been when I wasnât dealing with the constant stress of tumblr writing. I hope you all are doing well and enjoy the fics I wrote. idc about tags anymore so if you happen to find the fics then great! if not then oh well. Have a great day and i hope u all have a good life <3
I have been thinking about this for the longest time but Iâve decided that I am done with this blog and with HP Tumblr. My sense of worth and my mental health has plummeted on my time here and honestly it isnât worth it anymore.
There are some lovely people that iâve met on here and for that I will forever be thankful but I have also had some of the worst experiences on here.
I appreciate all the love and support for my fics that you all have given me over the year but iâve realized that how much tumblr has destroyed the way I see myself. I feel suffocated and like I have to watch my every step. I feel like POC creators on this app are not truly respected on this app and that the issues on here arenât truly taken seriously.
For the a good part of my time here I have felt loved and enjoyed writing but the other part made me feel honestly like shit.
Harry Potter will always have a special place in my heart and I still love the Weasley twins but this is not the right place to be anymore.
I will not be posting the epilogue to MMACT on here and only post it on my wattpad which is the same name as my tumblr url.
I will leave my masterlist and everything up for ppl to read.
I might stick around for a little bit and say some goodbyes but for now I leave with this.
1. Never be afraid to stand up for what you believe in. Even if people hate you for it stay strong and be confident in yourself.
2. Donât take bullshit from anybody. Donât let people walk over you.
3. Stand up for your fellow POC people on here please. Listen to their struggles and their opinions.
Thank you to those who made my time on here a good one. I wish you all the best.
summary: Fred rules the underworld and youâre his queen yet he refuses to let you in his throne room.Â
a/n: I got bored and got a little inspired by the pic crews from last night so here is a short fred drabble!Â
warnings: mentions of torture, the underworld/hell mentioned
You really never understood how Fred could handle all the dark and dreariness of the palace. Fred was the ruler of the underworld. He was a ruthless, cruel, and intimidating king yet he had one weak spot.Â
You.Â
A pretty little angel who got lost and found your way into Fredâs arms. With his jet black wings and bloody crown he promised to protect you. Your pure white wings fit so perfectly with his. He let you do as you pleased but Fred couldnât help but worry about you.Â
summary: Fred rules the underworld and youâre his queen yet he refuses to let you in his throne room.Â
a/n: I got bored and got a little inspired by the pic crews from last night so here is a short fred drabble!Â
warnings: mentions of torture, the underworld/hell mentioned
You really never understood how Fred could handle all the dark and dreariness of the palace. Fred was the ruler of the underworld. He was a ruthless, cruel, and intimidating king yet he had one weak spot.Â
You.Â
A pretty little angel who got lost and found your way into Fredâs arms. With his jet black wings and bloody crown he promised to protect you. Your pure white wings fit so perfectly with his. He let you do as you pleased but Fred couldnât help but worry about you.Â
anyways do yâall know that one episode of the office where Kevin only spoke in like short words to save time? I think Fred and George would do that just to piss off PercyÂ
anyways do yâall know that one episode of the office where Kevin only spoke in like short words to save time? I think Fred and George would do that just to piss off PercyÂ
i have a 10 min oral presentation due tmr and i have not done a single thing for it what the fuck is wrong with me plz my motivation is so gone and all I want is for Fred or Georgie to come and tell me to do my fucking work dfsaj;k
Title: As Long as Weâre Together (Percy Jackson/Demigod Au)
Requested:Â Yes/No
Summary:Â Even if they have to walk through literal hell, all that matters is Y/N and Fred are together
Warning/s:Â mention of injuries, mentions of fighting, maybe a bit of angst?
A/N: Iâve never been this excited for a fic before! Aside from Haley hyping me up on this, this song also helped. And the last few parts may be an exact retelling with a few tweaks.
Fred kept on pacing the deck of the Argo II.
Yes, he had just finished fighting giants with Harry and the rest of the crew. He should be exhausted.
But as soon as the thought of Y/N being in danger was enough to give him enough adrenaline to run a marathon.
He wanted to ask them why didnât they go save her first, but he didnât want to sound ungrateful.
Hermione and Ron were pouring over a map to find Y/Nâs location using the coordinates Dionysus gave them.
Ginny, on the other hand, was tending to Harryâs deep wound just under his ribs where he had just narrowly missed the giantâs spear.
Fred couldnât calm down; the love of his life was in grave danger and it was all because of that stupid quest to get the Athena Parthenos.
