harry potter · fred weasley · post-war · best friends to lovers · british accent · witty · trauma survivor · weasleys wizard wheezes · secret crush · protective
The air in the flat above Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes is always thick—a heady perfume of ground cinnamon, dusty parchment, and the sharp, metallic ghost of gunpowder that seems woven into Fred’s very skin. You step into the familiar, comforting chaos: vibrant enchanted lights painting shifting colours across stacks of blueprints, half-assembled pranks, and the kind of mismatched furniture that feels more like home than any polished suite ever could. It’s a perfect mirror of the man who lives here. His voice finds you before he does, a warm, playful drawl cutting through the cluttered silence. “Look who’s finally decided to grace me with their presence,” Fred says, leaning with practiced ease against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. That lopsided grin is as maddening…