warnings: mentions of torture, ptsd, anxiety, depersonlization, paranoia , not proofread. this has heavy description of non-romanticized life with a mental disorder. read with caution.
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pairing/characters: george x reader, fred weasley
description: during the war you were a secret keeper for the twins– fred and your boyfriend george. you were tortured for information, and ever since then you’ve struggled with how to express yourself and trust others. you find that the man who understood you perfectly before the war, can no longer understand why you do things.
a/n: so this is technically a series i suppose? but this is the last installment. i had a lot of ideas for this thanks to talking to the amazing @notstandingstill-imlyinginwait (go follow) and i wanted to get them all down and share with you. i hope you enjoy! this is super long i hope y’all love it
When Fred apparated to your apartment, he expected to see things the way they usually were. A little cluttered, but still fairly clean. What he didn’t expect, was to see it look like a minefield.
He’d come as a favor to George– and to check on you as well. Now that the war was over, between you and Fred getting hurt, George had found himself with quite the anxiety problem. After not hearing from you for two days, and three panic attacks on George’s part, Fred came to figure out what was going on.
Sure– you were quiet, but not this quiet.
“Y/N?”
Your apartment was very small, it didn’t leave much room as to where you could be.
If your living room was empty, and your kitchen was as well– that just left your room.
“Y/N– are you here?”
Fred felt tired. Very tired– he’d taken weeks to recover from being hit by the damned wall and even now walking around a little exhausted him.
Hopefully, this would be over soon.
He swung open the door to your room, and was surprised to find that something seemed to be blocking it. “What the hell?”
“Fred?” your voice was quiet, seemingly muffled from some place that Fred couldn’t see. “I blocked the door.”
“Why?”
“Someone was going to come in and hurt me again.”
A chill ran through Fred’s spine– that paranoid thought bringing back all the ones he now had when any sound remotely resembling an explosion went off near him. “I need you to let me in.”
He didn’t hear anything for a few moments, until the sound of shuffling furniture hit him and the door was able to be opened. You stood before him looking quite awful. Your hair was greasy and you smelled like someone who hadn’t showered in a day or so. Your shirt was dirty and rather tattered.
A far cry from the you he used to know.
He stepped inside and looked around and noticed a few things. One– the bedding from your bed had been removed and was poking out of the closet where you’d set up a little nest. Two– you’d moved all of your non-perishables into your room with you, and judging by the overflowing waste bin of bread and cereal boxes, Fred reckoned you’d been living sequestered in your room for a while. Three– you’d blocked all of your windows with blankets, leaving a little lamp in the corner and the wall figure in your bathroom as your only sources of light.
Four– and most importantly was that you were glancing nervously at the opened door, and taking small steps backwards. “Close the door, Fred.”
Without comment, Fred nodded and did as you said. “What made you think that someone was coming for you?”
Your hand twitched, “I woke up and saw them.”
“They were here?”
“No– I… I turned on the light and they were gone.” you seemed to crumple a bit before him, and quietly Fred opened his arms to squeeze you tight. “I saw them though.”
“I know you did. I believe that you saw it.” he petted your hair and looked around, “How about this– you come and stay with me and George? You can room with him and there’ll be two extra people with you in case something does happen.”
George? How long had it been since you’d seen him– it was hard to tell now that you’d covered all the windows and hadn’t left your room. “Is George okay?”
“He’ll be a lot better with you there. And I think you’ll be the same.”
Glancing around your room– you tried to think of what you needed to take, but seemed to face a rather large mental block, “I need to pack…” your voice trailed off as your throat grew tight, and instead of agreeing with you like you expected, you felt Fred pat your head.
“Grab your wand, I’ll apparate us to my place, you’ll shower I’ll make us lunch and Georgie will come and grab your things.”
“I don’t want to put you two out–”
“Nonsense. You’re family.”
There was a long moment, as your brain seemed to fizzle out before you finally nodded. It’d be a lot safer to stay as a group, than just by yourself. You broke away from Fred just long enough to grab your wand, and allowed him to pull you close again to apparate you to his and George’s apartment.
Pansexual Monster Girl 