Multi-fandom Oneshots

Race To The Presents {Fred Weasley}

Fred and I stand at the start of the muggle mall, hands clasped tightly around each other as we watched all the busy shoppers scrambling to get last minute gifts for their family and friends. Fred and I were meant to be one of those busy shoppers. But we were too shocked at the mess to actually move.

"Do we have to do this?" Fred asked with a loud groan. I look at him incredulously.

"Fred! This is your family! Your mother and father who have worked tirelessly all their life to give you the best they can, your two eldest brothers who risk their lives every day and who one day you may never see again, Percy who saved you from dying in the battle of Hogwarts, your freaking twin, and your two youngest siblings who I know you adore. They all deserve gifts from us," I explain dramatically, trying to guilt him into wanting to do this. He lets out a long anguished cry.

"Ah! Alright, woman, alright. I'll do it," he groans out. I smile and start to move us more into the mall to have a look around. "You didn't have to guilt me that hard did you, love?" He asks quietly. I look over at him to see a genuinely guilty expression on his face. I raise a brow.

"Would you have done it any other way?" I ask plainly, knowing him enough by now. And I was proven right as he instantly smirks, shooting his head up to look at me.

"Nope," he says, clicking his tongue as he does so. We both laugh as I pull us down into the halls at a quicker pace.

Fred and I had separated within one of the stores. Divide and conquer, Fred had exclaimed as we first walked into the store we chose to start at. It was extremely busy, muggles racing around with a determined vigor, rushing around to find gifts they had left to get at the last minute. Like us.

I was now walking around aimlessly as I tried to find Fred. I'm sure I found the most perfect gift for Molly, but I wanted to make sure he liked it as well.

I thought it was a lost cause and that there was no hope in finding him in this crowded room. But the minute I heard a resounding angry British accent, I knew I had found my man.

After a couple of turns, I came face-to-face with a scene I never expected to see, but after agreeing to date Fred Weasley three years ago, I honestly should have.

Fred and a middle-aged woman with a bob, were standing in the center of the aisle playing tug-of-war with a sewing machine. Other shoppers occasionally eyed the item with hunger but decided against intervening and they would continue on, walking around them to look at the next item.

I take a few wary steps closer. And that's when I hear them.

"This is for my wife!" The woman screeched, her face red and her grip tight. Fred's face was almost as red as his hair and he looked feral.

"This is for my mum! The woman who pushed me AND six other huge children out of her body!" Fred screamed. Loudly. In the store. And he didn't stop there as a wild look flickered through his eyes. "Did your wife push you out of her?" The woman cried out, the disgust clear on her face. But Fred scoffed before laughing at her in a mocking manor. "Oh, no, I'm sorry! It was probably more she rather helped stuff your head up your own arse than helped get anything out, you wrinkly old prune!" He shouted as he leant closer to her face. The woman and I both gasp.

Enough was enough. This was obviously getting out of hand and I knew Fred would go to any extent for his mother.

"Fred! Freddie!" I shout, quickly walking up to the air. Fred's eyes snapped to me, and even though his gaze left the woman, his grip tightened and he pulled it closer to him, making the woman stumble forward. "What is all this?" I ask, motioning with my free hand towards the fight.