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fragile state of mind (fred weasley x reader)

a/n: This is for @willowrose99​ writing challenge! Thanks for letting me participate! 

prompts: 

“Stay with me, please?” “You don’t even need to ask, I’ll always stay with you.”  

“I want to keep you safe.” “And I’m safest when I’m with you.”

warnings: mentions of blood and injury 

Originally posted by hp-wizardingtrash-1

You loved Fred Weasley with all your heart but Merlin was he stubborn. No matter how many times you spoke to him that man wouldn’t budge about this. The 7 potters was an order mission and you were part of the order yet you weren’t allowed to go. You guess it was the work of Fred. Fred was always protective and caring but you wanted to go and help. 

Opening the door to your shared room you find Fred getting dressed for the night. 

“Fred,” You say while fiddling with your wand. His lips are drawn in a tight line as he messes with his tie. 

“Bloody hell.” He mumbles under his breath and the fabric is now twisted into a knot. 

Walking over to him you silently fix his tie. His eyes look down, completely avoiding your gaze. You could tell by the the way he bit his lip and the way he played with his hands that he was nervous. He tries to hide it from you but you can always see through it. Resting your hands on his chest you look up at him. 

“Freddie please let me go.” You say softly. Letting out a sigh Fred covers your hands with his own. Looking at you with sad eyes he leans to kiss your forehead. 

“I can’t let you go darling, I want to keep you safe.” He cups your face with his big hands. 

“And I’m safest when I’m with you.” You shoot back stepping away from his touch. A look of hurt flashes over his face as his hands fall down to his sides. He opens his mouth to say something when George opens the door. 

“We’ve got to go…” He looks between the two of you awkwardly. Sensing the tension he gestures to Fred who shoots you a sad look before following George out the door. 

“Wait!” You run out of the room and grab Fred’s arm. 

He turns around and you grab his collar, pulling him into a passionate kiss. HIs hands snake around your waist as your grip loosens and you wrap your arms around his neck. You pull away reluctantly knowing that he had to go. Fred keeps his hold on you for a few moments longer. 

“I love you princess.” He whispers so only you can hear. 

“I love you too Freddie.” He lets go of you and stands next to George who was trying to hold back his disgust at the lovely doveyness. Laughing you wave good bye to George who returns your wave. 

“See you at the burrow?” Your words come out as more of a question than a statement. Fred nods and salutes you making you giggle. 

“See you there darling.” 

Apparating to the burrow you’re met with a very nervous Mrs. Weasley and an irritated Ginny who most likely wanted to come along too. You did your best to distract Molly with talk about the wedding but both of you were completely terrified inside. Time has never moved slower as you drum your fingers against your now cold tea. Ginny sits next to you. her foot bouncing up and down as she watches the door for any sign of people. 

“He’ll be okay you know.” She says not taking her eyes off the door. “I know he will, I just wish I could be there with him.” She nods in agreement. 

You’re mind is still worried about Fred but Ginny’s presence was nice. Your worrying is interrupted by the sound of shouting and the sight of people walking towards the burrow in the distance. Ginny runs out and you follow, stopping by the door. Your heart stops when the figure walks close. You recognize him as the real Harry. You’re filled with relief that he made it okay but you look past him for a sign of anyone else. As Harry is rushed into the burrow more shouts sound from outside. 

You run outside to see Remus carrying an unconscious George on his side. Rushing to his side you put George’s arm around you. You wince at the feeling of blood trickle down your shoulder. Molly gasps as you and Remus lay George on the couch. Kneeling down you stroke his hair as Molly goes to get a washcloth. You can hear shouting behind you but you’re too wrapped up in taking care of George. It didn’t help that he had the same face as your boyfriend. What if it had been Fred? What if Fred was worse off? No, you can’t let yourself go there. 

“Where’s George?” You turn at the sound of Fred’s voice. You give him a helpless look as he steps into the burrow. His face falls as he see’s George lying on the couch practically drenched in his own blood. Fred’s brain can barely comprehend what was happening but his legs move anyway. He finds himself beside George.

“How you feeling Georgie?” He doesn’t even recognize his own voice. George breathes deeply before muttering out a response. 

“Saint like” you look to Fred with worry as he furrows his eyebrows. 

“Come again?”  George opens his eyes and gives the two of you a weak smile. 

“Saint like, I’m holey Fred. Get it?” He points to his missing ear. You let out a sigh of relief knowing that George was going to be okay. Fred smiles though you can tell he’s still tense. 

“The whole wide world of ear related humor and you go for I’m holey? Pathetic.” George groans as he shifts. “

Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” George looks to you for confirmation and you just shrug making Fred playfully shove you. 

You grab his hand and he squeezes it tightly. The whole night everyone was on edge. George’s ear, mad eye’s death, and the fact that Harry really saw Voldemort. No one felt safe anymore. Fred was extremely tense. He wouldn’t say anything in front of everyone but you could see his eyes were swimming with worry. His hands were constantly fiddling with each other and his mind was somewhere else. As people begin to go to bed Fred excuses himself to the bathroom. 

“You feeling alright Georgie?” You sit next to him as Molly bandages his head. He winces as it goes around his ear. 

“Yeah I’ll be okay, Still handsome as ever.” He winks and you smile. It was good to know he still had his joking charm even at the worst of times. 

“You should go find him.” He gestures towards the stairs. Fred had been in the “bathroom” for 40 minutes now. 

“He should be talking to you though.” You say looking down at your hands. “He’s had me by his side for 19 years, he needs you.” George lightly pushes you off the couch. Nodding you bid George and Molly a good night and head up to find Fred. The water’s running when you reach the bathroom. 

“Fred?” You knock on the door and wait for an answer. All you can hear are sniffles muffled by the rushing water. Sighing you open the door to find Fred with his head in his hands grabbing roughly at his hair. Shutting the door you kneel down next to him and warp your arms around him. 

“Oh Freddie.” You coo as you bury your head in his neck. He lets go of his hair to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. 

“There was so much blood.” He mumbles.

 You move to look at his face which was a pale white. His hands felt clammy and it looked as if he was a million miles away in his head. It wasn’t often you got to see this side of Fred. He was always fearless. Nothing could stop him when he had a goal in mind but this war, it was so much bigger than him. Then his family.

 Seeing George like that, he thought him and George were untouchable. Not even Umbridge was able to hurt them but merlin that moment of pure fear that ran through his body when he arrived at the burrow. No one would tell him where George was. It was only a few seconds but it was the most scared he’s ever been. 

“He’s okay Freddie,” You run your hands through his hair. “He’s downstairs making jokes just as usual.” 

“But what if he wasn’t okay? He almost died! What if he did…” Fred stops talking, not wanting to even finish his sentence. 

“You can’t think like that Fred.” You grab his hand and hold it tight. 

You understood his thinking. How could you not? How could anyone go about their lives like normal at a time like this. But focusing on what could go wrong would only drive you to madness. 

“I can’t stop.” He leans against your chest and shuts his eyes. “What if you went tonight and it was you?” Your heart breaks at the vulnerability of his voice. All he wants to do is protect the ones he loves but he just feels so helpless. 

“It wasn’t me darling, George is okay. I know its hard but you can’t only focus on what could go wrong.” You kiss the top of his head and rest your chin on it. 

“Bill and Fleurs Wedding is soon. Lets focus on that bit of happiness alright?” He nods and rests his head back. 

“Do you think we’ll make it out of this?” Biting your lip you climb off him and stand up. 

“We better, if you die on me Fred Weasley I will bring you back and kill you myself.” You joke, holding out your hand to him. He lets out a small chuckle and takes your hand. 

“That is if my mother doesn’t beat you to it.” He jokes back. 

Smiling you turn off the water and lead Fred to his old bedroom. George is fast asleep on his old bed, probably very worn out from the night he had.

“Stay with me please?” Fred holds onto your hand as he crawls into bed. He looks up at you with soft, pleading eyes. Your heart melts as his lips for a small pout.  

 “You don’t even need to ask, I’ll always stay with you.” 

Climbing in next to him you snuggle up to his chest. His arm wraps around you protectively as you rest your head in the crook of his neck. This war left the both of you feeling uncertain and scared but as long as you have each other, nothing could stop you two. 

oh brb i’m just SOBBING AT THIS