Weasley Twin Imagines

Say The Word // F.W. [BLURB]

Fred Weasley wasn't subtle. He was brash, loud and funny. He wasn't one to hide his emotions; he often got caught up in the tide that washed away common sense.

However, when Fred realised his feelings for you, he found himself not wanting to confess immediately. He wanted to make sure; there was something about you that had him wondering whether he had found his forever in a person. He didn't want to dive all in.

So he began delivering handwritten love letters to your shop. He'd post them through your letterbox on his lunch hour; deciding resolutely that George was not going to find out his plan to protect his dignity.

He didn't hide the love letters from you. He knew very well that you knew it was him who was posting the missives through your letter box, but Fred wasn't going to push. He was going to let you figure your feelings out in your own time. There had been a spark between you both at Hogwarts, but nothing came of it when the war began.

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You treasured the notes. You kept them all, often taking them out and rereading them, committing to memory the words, but also the way that Fred dotted his i's and crossed his t's.

The notes lay sprawled on the counter; not incredibly long, but long enough to make your heart race and a love struck smile to appear on your face.

"I remember the night of the Yule Ball. I think that was when I knew that what I felt for you was romantic. I couldn't take my eyes off you the entire night."

"I'm not terribly romantic, but the sight of a smile on your face makes me want to recite poetry."

"You bring a part of me back to life. I hear you laugh and I'm no longer haunted by the war, I'm rather in heaven with your happiness."

"I've often dreamed about what it would be like to wake with you in my arms. I imagine it to more than perfection."

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, I seem to have found myself infatuated with you."

The letterbox clinks shut; the sign of a new love letter.

"Just say the word and I'm yours," is written on the small piece of parchment. Seven words in barely legible scrawl and it sets your heart pounding in your chest, unable to find a rhythm to suit the excitement thrumming through your body.

You find yourself running through Diagon Alley; feet slapping loudly on the cobblestones as you all but shout and beg for witches and wizards to move out of your way. They soon clear a path for you; the expression on your face one with such hope written across it that no-one wanted to be the person in your way.

The door to the shop stands out loudly against the muted background of Diagon Alley. It's hard to miss as you slow your pace; nerves beginning to get the better of you.

"I'm yours," You state bravely, stepping further into the shop, closer to the redhead that has occupied your mind with every hand-written letter.

"What?" Fred asks, whatever product in his hands falling to the floor as his hands fall lax from the shock of your declaration.

"I'm yours," You repeat. "Today, tomorrow, forever. I'm yours, if you'll have me."

For a moment, Fred doesn't move. Then, he's launching himself across the counter and gathering you up in his arms so quickly you haven't had the time to move a single muscle.

"You're mine?" He asks, eyes searching for an answer you know he'll only find in your heart.

"I'm yours. Are you mine?"

"I'm yours," He confirms, "Always have been."