warnings: pg-13 sexual tones. swearing, angst if you squint.
wordcount: 1.6K
description: emma looks after fred when he gets back from the hospital after the final battle, and is worried as he seemingly begins to strain himself. however fred’s more focused on returning to normal– and ending this damned dry spell you two had imposed on you.
a/n: this is for @nosebleednougats who won my new years contest! emma won a her x canon character fic, that was about 1.5-2K in length. i hope you like it wife ❤ also bc this is sexual i’m not tagging the ppl i know are under age.
again– no actual hanky panky and is still fairly tame i think
(if u are a minor and i still tagged you let me know please)
You moved in with the twins, right after they returned to their flat. Or– to phrase it better, while Fred was still recovering from being almost smushed by a wall, you moved in with George because you knew that it’d take the two of you to give him a proper team when he was able to come home.
Molly had offered to let all three of you stay at the burrow, and there was no doubt in your mind that she meant it, but also– you wanted space. Or as much space as living with your boyfriend and his brother would allow.
Thankfully the twins seemed to be on your same page.
Fred had told you time after time that you didn’t need to move in to take care of him.
Hell, he’d even told George that he didn’t need to, but both of you had promptly shut that idea of his down.
It was an easy choice for both of you– being there for someone you loved.
So here you were– fretting about while George finally got some sleep. The poor man hardly got any of that anymore. Fred watched you with a small frown as you walked around the flat, waving your wand to clean up the mess that everyone had made through the day. His eyes didn’t leave you.
Things were getting better for him. He’d been out of the hospital for almost three weeks– he could walk on his own. He was getting less and less shaky as time went on. Fred could manage most daily activities by himself.
All in all, he would say that he was about seventy percent independent. Able to do his own thing. Which made this just a tad annoying.
“Let me help you, Emma.”
Instinctively, you shook your head as you nudged the small pile of shoes into a line, “No Freddie– you’ve gotta rest.” you didn’t hear him get up behind you, and jolted a bit as his arms wrapped around your waist and his lips pressed against the nape of your neck.
“I’m feeling a lot better.”
“You are?” there’s a little bit of nervousness in your voice– it’s all you can think about sometimes, how small and broken he looked after the battle. How worried you were when he was in St. Mungo’s. You suck in a deep breath as he presses a few more kisses to the area of skin before inhaling the scent of your shampoo.
It makes him grin a bit– you’ve been knicking his shampoo since you moved in. While he loved the one you used to use, there’s something oddly wonderful about smelling himself so literally on you. “I do. So stop fretting so much. I can help clean. I can walk for a bit. I know my limits.”
He was Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake– since when did he like people treating him like a glass vase? He’d gone back to class three days after almost having his skull cracked in by a bludger.
Then again he wasn’t stupid– he knew that was a lot different than what had happened to him, but the principle still stood.
He was rather tough. He could handle this.
For as much as he felt his personality changing and becoming in some ways a person he didn’t always recognize– so full of nerves and fear– he wanted to reclaim what little of his old life that he could.
That meant normality.
That meant getting you and his brother to stop treating him like an invalid.
Pansexual Monster Girl 