Title: The Promise of Tomorrow
Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader
Summary: You and Fred go to Paris after the war to recover. Post-war Fred lives!AU
Word Count: 2.6k
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The war had taken its toll on everyone and you and Fred were no exceptions in this. Both you and your family didn't suffer like others have - as many had - but the scars of war weren't always physical. You would find out quickly after the war that the emotional damage did the most damage. Death is terrible and seeing the ones you love die is horrid. The absence of dead bodies of loved ones didn't lessen the burden of war. No one had it easy - not in life and surely not in the war.
Death is one thing because once you're dead, you're dead - there's nothing more to it. It's the people you leave behind that have to pick up the pieces while you're gone. Death is fleeting but the scars of war remain. If you're no longer on Earth, you don't have to pick up these pieces because you're gone.
You and Fred had loved each other long before the war came. You had fallen in love with him when he thought that his dreams would never come to fruition and all he had to his name was homemade sweaters with a knack for pranks. This was part of the reason why you liked him and why you fell in love with them - he was rash, yes, but he had the attitude that he would never let anything stop him if he wanted to do something. When you were only teenagers he had a loud laugh that would catch the attention of everyone in the room and a bright smile that always reached his eyes as they would crinkle. Before the war you were quite the same - you had dreams as well with the bright smiles that hinted that you could take on the world if you wanted to as long as Fred was there with you.
But as you said, that was before the war. The war was brutal and scarring. It had left you with wounds that weren't as easy to heal as scraps and cuts were. The kind of pain you felt after the wizarding war didn't come from blood.
You had found out quickly after the war as you had picked up the pieces with your family and your loved ones that the happy memories you had at Hogwarts not too long ago were wiped away. They were now covered up by the violence that the war had left behind. When you were cleaning up the castle after the war, you weren't reminded of the memories where you and Fred would run down the corridors away from Filch after a night escape to the kitchens. Instead, all you could think of was fighting for your life and watching people that you had grown up with being killed for fighting for what was right. Even after the damage was starting to become undone and progress made in the ministry and at Hogwarts, the scars of war still haunted you.
You never are the same person that you were when you were 16 years old. It would be natural to change from the teenager you once were at the very beginning of your twenties. However, the war had changed you - it had changed everyone. You were still the same person as was Fred but there was no way you could be exactly as you were before you fought for your lives and saw people die that you once knew. War was painful as were the scars it left behind.
Your love for Fred had never changed nor his for you but you both knew you need to find yourselves again and you knew that I could never happen here with the reminders of the pain and the scars you both now wore.
It was because of this, the need and desire to find the people you once were that you both left the reminders behind what's the promise coming back when you were both ready. Molly had been teary-eyed wow the rest of Fred siblings we're glad but he had taken this step, none more so than George. With the promise that the joke shop would be there for Fred when he returned oh, the pair of you left England away from the reminders of the war to Paris amongst the Muggles.
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Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]
FanfictionThis book is an archive of my one shots for Fred and George Weasley x reader's uploaded from my Tumblr @wnterwidows. I give no permission to repost any of my work.