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Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader
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Ongoing, First published Apr 23, 2018
Mature
Y/n was attached to the Weasley Twins hips since day one at Hogwarts. The pure blooded Gryffindor had matched their mischievous nature and love of humour. And while she was close with both boys, she was just naturally much closer to Fred. He was her rock and she was his, along with his twin of course. They balanced each other out. Even in the darkest times they made each other smile. So it wasn't much of a shock when she began to fall for the ginger. The shock was everything else in there story.
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