In My Harry Potter Feels & Hyperfixation Again And I Defo Need Y'all To Recommend Me Some Good Fred Weasley

in my harry potter feels & hyperfixation again and i defo need y'all to recommend me some good fred weasley x reader 😭😭😭

wait wth why is everyone moving platform??!-€2

Recently came back and… if anyone needs a beta reader please count me iiiin !!! I love reading anything and idk i just feel really happy to be back on here so don’t feel shy and reach out in dms if you’re interested ! <333

the whole point of tags is to find what you want to read... so please stop putting the fluff tag when it's actually smut 😭🙏🏼

you’re completely mad, you know that?

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

requested by anonymous

I was wondering if you could do a Fred x reader? Where the reader LOVES thunderstorms and the rain and always wants to go dance in the rain with Fred, but Fred is TERRIFIED of the rain and thunderstorms?

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The Gryffindor common room was bustling with the usual chatter and laughter, but Fred Weasley’s attention was solely on the window. His eyes darted nervously to the darkening sky outside, storm clouds rolling in like a heavy blanket over Hogwarts. He chewed on his bottom lip, his fingers tapping out a jittery rhythm on the armrest of his chair.

From across the room, you caught sight of your boyfriend’s restless demeanor. A smile tugged at your lips as you made your way over, your heart doing that familiar flutter at the sight of his fiery hair and the perpetual mischief in his eyes. Except, tonight, the mischief was replaced by a hint of unease.

“Hey, Freddie,” you greeted, plopping down beside him on the couch. You nudged his shoulder gently, trying to pull him from whatever thoughts were clouding his mind. “What’s got you so jumpy?”

Fred glanced at you, and his expression softened immediately. You had that effect on him, like a soothing balm for his anxieties. But tonight, even your presence couldn’t fully chase away the tension. He shifted in his seat, trying to muster a casual tone.

“Nothing much, love. Just... looks like there’s a storm coming.” He gestured vaguely toward the window, where the first raindrops had begun to spatter against the glass.

Your eyes lit up with excitement, completely missing the discomfort in his voice. “Oh, I love thunderstorms! They’re so... alive. Let’s go outside, Freddie! We can dance in the rain!” You were practically bouncing in your seat, already envisioning the feel of cool raindrops on your skin and the sound of thunder rumbling in your ears.

Fred’s eyes widened in alarm. “Outside? Now? But... it’s pouring!” His voice came out higher-pitched than he intended, and he quickly cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “I mean, it’s wet. And cold. And... wet.”

You giggled, your heart swelling with affection for the tall redhead trying to mask his nervousness. You’d always found Fred’s fear of thunderstorms oddly endearing, like a secret vulnerability hidden beneath layers of bravado. But you also knew he’d never willingly admit to being scared. So, you took a different approach.

“Come on, Fred,” you coaxed, standing up and extending your hand to him. “It’ll be fun! Just you and me, dancing in the rain. I’ll keep you safe.” You added the last part with a teasing smile, knowing full well that Fred was usually the one who took care of you.

Fred hesitated, glancing from your outstretched hand to the window, where the rain was now falling in earnest. He didn’t want to disappoint you. He never did. But the idea of stepping out into that storm had his heart pounding for all the wrong reasons.

“Y/N, I’m not sure...” he began, but the hopeful, pleading look in your eyes made his resolve waver. How could he say no to you when you looked at him like that?

With a resigned sigh, Fred took your hand, his larger one engulfing yours. “Alright, alright. But if I catch a cold, you’re the one bringing me soup in bed,” he grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

You beamed, pulling him up from the couch and leading him toward the portrait hole. “Deal! Now, come on, before it stops raining!” You practically dragged him through the corridors, laughing at his reluctant shuffling.

As soon as you pushed open the doors to the courtyard, the full force of the storm hit. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching you both instantly. The wind howled, and a crack of thunder rumbled in the distance. You spun around, your face tilted up to the sky, arms spread wide, a picture of pure joy.

Fred stood stiffly at first, his hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes sticking to his skin. He glanced around nervously, half expecting a bolt of lightning to strike at any moment. But then he looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the unbridled happiness in your eyes. You were spinning and laughing, and the sight of you so carefree, so utterly alive, melted away his fears, if only a little.

Tentatively, Fred stepped closer, reaching out to take your hand. You pulled him into a twirl, your laughter ringing out even louder than the storm. Slowly, hesitantly, Fred began to move with you, his initial awkwardness fading as he matched your rhythm.

“You’re getting the hang of it!” you cheered, grinning up at him.

Fred chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re completely mad, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you replied with a shrug, “but you love me anyway.”

Fred’s heart skipped a beat, warmth flooding through him despite the cold rain. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Yeah, I do,” he admitted softly, his nose brushing against your wet hair. “I really do.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest. Together, you swayed to the rhythm of the storm, the rain washing away Fred’s fears, at least for now. And as you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the thunder above seemed to echo the steady, comforting beat of Fred’s heart.

Back in the common room, the Gryffindors looked up as the portrait hole swung open, revealing a very wet Fred and you. George took one look at his twin and smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“So, how was your little adventure in the rain?” he asked, barely concealing his amusement.

Fred shrugged, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at you. “Not so bad,” he said, pulling you closer. “Not so bad at all.”

started thinking abt crazy stranger things theories yesterday night and now i can't stop thinking that Steve will be the one who dies 😭😭😭😭😭 also probably Will & or El. But like, they wouldn't make it so obvious right? so someone else we DON'T EXPECT probably ... idk i'm going nuts