Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

Fred Weasley

Title: Talking to the Moon

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: After Fred's death, you have trouble letting go. Under the moon, the only person who knows your pain eases the heartache you harbor day and night

Word Count: 1k

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The moonlight glimmered on your skin as you gazed up at it. Its beauty, as always, was unparalleled. The full moon shone down on you and felt as you did - melancholy and bittersweet. Even the pain in your heart felt bittersweet, for the moon's glow made the pain bearable. If life was fair and if everything in life happened for a reason you wouldn't be alone and the tears wouldn't be sliding down your cheeks nor would these tears on your cheeks shine like diamonds in the moonlight. But life was cruel and unkind. Death was even crueler and had no quarrels ripping the air that someone needs to breathe if it wished it so. Death didn't give a second glance to you and how the person it was stealing from you was your air. Fred Weasley was the lone person who made you feel alive and brought oxygen to your lungs. When death took him it felt as if the oxygen from you had left as well and a part of you had died with him.

But you were alive even if you weren't truly living. You weren't sure if the love you had for Fred could ever be replaced and you didn't believe you could ever get over him. You shut your eyes as the pain flowed through you and the tears streaked down your cheeks.

"Y/N," George sighed as he sat on the cold ground beside you, ignoring the discomfort. He took a blanket in his hands and wrapped it around you snugly, always knowing where you went late at night. He had gotten used to the creaks in the door and floors late at night and grabbing a blanket to find you on the balcony. George looked at you in concern and frowned, the sight of his childhood friend miserable every night something that he wished he never had gotten accustomed to. He didn't expect any response from you. After all, you never gave one when he would come up to see you here crying to the moon as you tried to grasp whatever remnants of Fred there was left.

He sighed again, now looking straight ahead at the moon like you were doing. The moon didn't hold the same meaning as it did for you, but he remembered when you and Fred would sneak out of the Gryffindor Tower late at night where you would go to the astronomy tower to star gaze of all things. George held in the chuckle at this memory, the realization that his twin brother was a romantic deep down only surfacing once he fell deeply in love with you. He glanced at you again and felt a sharp pain in his heart at your obvious heartache. "He wouldn't want this for you. He'd want you to be happy."

"If I could stop feeling sad I would." You looked over at George as you felt tears well up in your eyes. "But I can't, Georgie. It's just like when he was here with me. He's all I think about day and night. The only difference now is that he's gone and he'll never be back again. I can't sleep, I can barely eat. All I think about is him, George and I can't - I can't stop." You choked on your tears as you desperately tried to push them back down to no avail.

"Oh love c'mere." George lifted his arm and you leaned on his chest as you let your tears fall ceaselessly and didn't bother for the first time fighting back tears. George's arm was wrapped around your shoulder snugly as he rubbed your shoulder in comfort. "He wouldn't want you crying." He whispered. "Remember when you cried when you thought you were going to fail potions sixth year? Fred said you were too beautiful to cry, said that a face like yours should always be smiling." George chuckled and was relieved to hear an absence of cries and a small muffled chuckle from you instead.

You picked your head off of his chest and smiled sadly. "I remember. You said he was a cheesy prat." You genuinely laughed this time which George returned. For a moment everything was fine while you both remembered the Fred Weasley you knew and loved, but it didn't take time for the dust to settle and remember that he was gone.

"You know, George." You whispered as you looked up at the moon before braving a glance at him. "I don't think I will ever love again - not after him. He was everything to me and all the stars in the sky can't compare to the moon - not to my moon, at least." You smiled at George with uncharted sadness, knowing that the love of your life had been taken from you. It didn't matter how long he had been with you or how young you both were, the love you shared was better than anything you would ever experience.

"I know." George sighed just as sad as you. You had both lost a person that you couldn't imagine living without albeit in very different ways. The loss couldn't be described to anyone yet with one look that this kind of pain wouldn't just go away. "But he would want you to be happy."

You nodded softly as you leaned your head on your friend's shoulder. "I know." You whispered to George and the moon above you. "I know he would." No tears split from your eyes as you were absorbed by the truth of George's words.

The voice of Fred Weasley echoed in your head to be happy and even though you were content being miserably heartbroken for the rest of your days you allowed your heart to breathe for once, only for him and him alone. You smiled at the moon and felt grateful for its presence instead of being cursed by it. If you looked close enough at the moon, you could've seen Fred - your shining light in the dark who would always be there for you even after he was long gone.