Harry Potter oneshots & imagines

would i - fred weasley

fred weasley x fem mc

warnings: cursing, major character death, depression, self-harm, mentions of suicide, suicide, distorted & disordered body image:perspective

plot: after fred's death, reader battles depression and takes her own life because she can't live without him after 5 years together

background: freddie and y/n have been dating since their fourth year

normal text - current time/present

italic - vision of the past and after the last lyric it's a letter but other than that, it's a moment from the past

italic and underline - song lyric (would i - maggie lindemann)

anything that is italic in normal text is an emphasis and anything that is bold in italic text is also an emphasis

🦁~~~~~~~~~~🏵

i thought if i was older, i'd have less on my shoulders, i can't tell if I'm sad or bored

I remember when he'd tickle me. Which was of course, almost all the time. He was such a sweet boyfriend. I hated it though, and now I kinda miss it.

"Fred, stop." I sternly say.

He doesn't. He continues to tickle me. In all my attempts to be stubborn, I burst into laughter.

"You still want me to stop?"

"Yes! Come on let's do anything else, my stomach hurts. We can pull pranks on or with George!" I managed to get out and that seemed to do it for him.

"Fine, you win."

And the rest of that Saturday evening, we did just that.

I can think back on that moment. I was with him. I should've cherished every day with him like it was the last, because one day, that last day finally came, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I work a lot now. I try to get my mind off of it. He only died a couple months ago. I can't live without him.

Even as of right now, I'm drowning myself with work, desperate to stop think of how my love, the only man I've ever loved is now dead.

He's too young. He was too young. He was only 20 years old. We were supposed to get married. We were supposed to have a June wedding. We were supposed to like in a big house with a white picket fence. We were supposed to have 3 kids-at least one boy and one girl and another one of either. I was supposed to own my women's designer jewelry shop right by the twins joke shop.

Fred and I made plans. We were supposed to travel. All over the world. I wanted to go to Greece, he wanted to go to the USA. It was supposed to happen, but he died.

I work. I work a lot now. I try to get my mind off his death. I long for him, and to get rid of the feeling of longing, I bury myself in work.