#vogueweasley

[rhaenyratargayen]

Hi there! I'm sorry if you've answered this before; I tried to find something on your blog before sending this ask but I couldn't find anything. Are you on Ao3 by chance?

Hi! No you’re good, I just recently deleted some old fics. I’m not on ao3 but a while back i uploaded all my fics to wattpad so they’re all there under @/vogueweasley

#asks #rip vogueweasley

[andromedaa-tonks]

#i love u mere #asks #vogueweasley #this reaction pic doesn’t even match #but it’s me when i see u #hehe

[theweasleysredhair]

for you🤲🏻

_________

thank u bb i do like frogs

side note,, why is this frog so cute tho with his lil mug in his lil hands 🥺

#submission #vogueweasley #<3

[ginnyweasely]

ship rates : wandavision :’))

(also I will take the hug pls ma’am)

A+ !!!! pls im still so sad about them!! give wanda all the happiness

(yayyy!! here’s ur virtual hug luv!!!)

send me a ship and i’ll rate it!!

#vogueweasley #answered

[mirclealignr]

ever after with fred is one of the most beautiful things ive ever read, your writing is phenomenal and so sweet

hello, looks like you just made my entire week. Thank you so so much, that really means a lot to me. I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night <3

#lena asks #vogueweasley #i’m literally deceased #🥺🥺🥺

[velvetofyourheart]

I just wanna say that you’re blog is one of my absolute favorite blogs on here

Omg I'm 😳🥺😳 Thank you so much darling, it honestly means a lot!! I'm glad you find my little blog enjoyable, I will try to continue making it that way for you ❤

#tanya answers #vogueweasley

[weelittleweasley]

mr. and mrs. (f.w.)

prompt as requested by anon and @the-romanian-is-bae​: the morning after your wedding to fred feels surreal.

pairing: post war! fred weasley x fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of the war, marriage, mentions of nudity and sex, food, mention of children and pregnancy, fluffy

a/n: short little fred fluff hehehe

tag list: @rosaliepostsstuff @harrysweasleys @lumos-barnes @c-t-h @lol-idk-oops @another-lonely-heart​ @weasleylangs @shilohpug @peachypotter @spacexcowgirl @paintballkid711 @vogueweasley @kaseyrose @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa @sweeterthansammy @loonylovegood13 @lostaurorax @freddie-weaselbee @freds-slut @missmulti @evermoreweasley @dracoswhore007 @theorangedrummer @emmaev @wholebigboxofyikes @the-romanian-is-bae @lostaurorax @Inglourious-imagines @nuttytani @onlyfreds @fandomhideout @lilypad-55449 @v4l3nt1n44 @potters-heart @hufflepuffhaze @hogwarts-boys @andineverwould @butterflybuchanan​

Soft winds swirled their way into the open windows and into the master bedroom of a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods. The wind smelt of dew and honeysuckle as it wafted over your nose, your eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the sunlight that streamed in. White chiffon curtains seemed to dance in the wind as you awoke from your slumber.

You awake with a yawn and stretch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As you stretch the sleep from your body, you wince at the aching between your legs as you blush, the memories of last night flashing through your brains like snapshots. That’s when you look next to you and find a stirring Fred with his muscular arm draped over your waist. Your eyes follow his arm before landing on his hand, your eyes stopping at his ring finger. A silver band on it that wasn’t on there before. Your first full day as a married couple has begun.

“Lay back down please,” Fred grumbles into his pillow as he urges you to come back down to lay with him. “It’s so early.”

With a smile, you sigh and scoot back down to where Fred was lying peacefully. As you lift your hand to comb through his ginger hair, you realize that you had a matching wedding band. You could get used to this. “It’s ten o’clock, darling,” you brush his hair with your fingers as Fred hums contently. “Don’t you want to start the day? Now that we are officially Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,” you wiggle your brows.

Fred rolls over so he can catch a good glimpse of you. As he looks up, his breath is quite literally taken away. You hovered above him, the sunlight adorned your face in a way that made you look unearthly, a soft smile playing on your lips as you looked down at your new husband. Fred couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive as he adored you in this moment. He had waited for this moment for so long. The morning after your wedding, just the two of you, in peace, alone. 

The war had put everything into perspective for Fred. War brought along devastation, loss, chaos, pain, and a lot of suffering. His near death experience made him realize that there was no reason to wait any longer to marry the one person he loved more than anything in the world. Fred knew from that moment forward that he would do anything to spend the rest of his days with you and he wanted to start as soon as possible. There was no point in waiting any longer. Fred wanted you, and you alone.

Reaching up to brush the hair from your eyes, Fred smiled and thought for a moment. “That has such a nice ring to it,” Fred beams as you giggle. “(Y/N) Weasley,” he recites. “(Y/N) Weasley,” he repeats, laying on his back now, facing the ceiling, his bare toned chest rising and falling with each repetition of your new and improved name. “(Y/N) Weasley. I love it. But not as much as I love you,” he coos as you roll your eyes.

“Very cheesy,” you tell him before placing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Come on then, let’s get up,” you speak as you swing your legs over the side of the bed before he grabs them with one of his arms, pulling you further into the bed.

“Not so fast,” he stops you, dragging you closer to him. “The whole point of a honeymoon is that we aren’t obligated to do anything,” he kisses you temple as you giggle in his arms. “We can just lay here all day if we want to...and have sex.”

“There it is,” you laugh as Freddie joins in with a low chuckle.

“But really. I just want to lay with you. Right here, just the two of us, enjoying the peace and quiet. Godric knows when the honeymoon is over we both have lots to do,” Fred groans, just thinking about the amount of work he’s going to have to do, getting the shoppe back up and running with George. All the inventory, all the orders he has to fulfill, all of the bills he has to pay, all of the trips to Gringotts he will have to make. It was too tedious to think about when all he wanted to do was lay in this king sized bed with his wife, tracing miscellaneous patterns on to each other’s exposed skin, sneaking kisses every now and then.

With a smile, you cuddle further into Fred’s arms, obeying his wishes. “Then that’s what we’ll do,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his jaw before he captures your lips in a kiss. “Just me and you.”

Fred smiles, content with you laying on his bare chest, legs tangled up in each other, him pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. It was something out of a dream. Finally being able to call you his forever and ever and even after that. “Perfect,” Fred sighed, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

As you laid in the bed, the sweet sounds of the morning echoed in the small cabin. Birds chirping, trees rustling in the wind, Fred softly breathing beneath you. It seemed like this was a scene from a movie. Everything so still and quiet, as if this moment was crafted for the two of you. It was as if you were meant to be here, right now, together like this.

You look up at Fred, stroking your forefinger on his jaw as he peeks down at you. “Yesterday was perfect, wasn’t it?” you ask with a smile as you prop yourself up on your elbow to better look at your handsome husband. He looked unreal right now, ginger hair sloppily tousled (thanks to your doing last night), swollen pink lips, big brown eyes dosed with fatigue. Fred was an angel on Earth.

Fred smiles to himself, “Absolutely. It’s everything I could have asked for. You know, besides the rain. And the tent falling down. But it was perfect.” You both laugh at the memory of the wedding.

The weather forecast was supposed to be sunny all day yesterday. A perfect spring day for your wedding. But after the ceremony, the heavens seemed to open and rain came pouring down, absolutely drenching the entire reception. All of the wedding guests shrieked and made a break for the tent that had been set up for the party, but within minutes, the water had collected on the roof of the tent, making it collapse on itself and saturate the party guests underneath it. This caused all guests to then dash for the Burrow, seeking shelter in the small home. Arthur and George ushered guests in as Molly started the fireplace, trying to create a source of warmth for the guests. As people filed into the Burrow, you and Fred stayed behind and laughed and danced in the rain, Fred spinning you around as he cheered that the both of you were finally married. Despite Ginny’s protests that the both of you would catch a cold in the rain, you and Fred continued to run around, getting your dress and his tuxedo absolutely soaked before finally surrendering and running into the Burrow.

The rest of the night was more than you could ever ask for. After all the guests had dried themselves off and warmed up sufficiently, the party was in full swing. Music played, people ate and drank, cracked jokes, relished in old memories, created new memories, danced with each other, and enjoyed the night. It was beautiful chaos. How fitting for this family. 

After George had given the best man speech, you found yourself sitting on Fred’s lap, watching the party, your head resting on top of his. You watched as your family interacted with Fred’s, your friends mingling with his friends. Your two worlds were finally melting together in a beautiful symphony and you couldn’t be happier. This was all you ever wanted. You and Fred didn’t need to say any words to each other. You were both content beyond words.

You and Fred both laid in bed for another hour, sharing kisses, falling in and out of sleep, recalling events from the wedding. Finally, the both of you peeled yourselves from the bed and dressed yourself for the day. And by dressing yourself, it was you wearing nothing but sleep shorts and Fred’s large shirt and Fred a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else.

The pair of you shuffle your way into the kitchen, Fred starting a kettle for tea, you opening the fridge to find something to cook for breakfast. You grab eggs, a pack of bacon, and some bread for toast, starting to cook for the both of you. As you cook your (very late) breakfast, you glance over at Fred who pours you both a cup of tea, humming a song as a small smile dances on your lips. You could get used to mornings like this. Waking up next to Fred, starting each morning together in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Not to mention, the view wasn’t too shabby. 

Fred wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck as you flip the frying bacon in the pan. “Mrs. Fred Weasley,” Fred says, a smile evident in his voice as you chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of that,” he says, dancing around the kitchen. “Mrs. Fred Weasley. Introducing Mrs. Fred Weasley! That’s my wife, Mrs. Fred Weasley,” he repeats as you smile, shaking your head. “What a name.”

You open up the cabinets in the kitchen, searching for plates to serve your scrambled eggs, bacon, and buttered toast on. “Well, Mrs. Fred Weasley needs help finding the plates,” you tell your husband as he chuckles, walking over to the cabinet and reaching above your head and grabbing the plates for the both of you.

The two of you serve yourselves as you sit on the countertop of the kitchen island, Fred standing beside you. You and Fred quietly eat in comfortable silence before Fred interrupts it, speaking lowly, “So it’s…” he looks at the clock hanging on the wall, “a little past noon. Did you want to do anything special today? We could go to the beach or go for a walk or we could apparate somewhere?” he suggests.

A smirk creeps onto your face as you lick the butter from your finger before speaking, “Or we could have sex in the shower?”

Fred smiles before shaking his head, “I love you so much.”

The rest of the day is spent lazily. You bounce from the bed to the couch to the kitchen back to the bed. Typically honeymoons were couples going on adventures together and exploring and trying new things. But there was something so comforting about a cabin in the woods, just you and your husband enjoying your time together. After everything the war had put you through, you were owed two weeks of absolutely nothing. Even if it was just sleeping, eating, and having sex. It was all spent with Fred.

Dusk creeped around the corner as quickly as the morning came and you found yourself back in bed, resting next to Fred. This time his head resting on your stomach as you combed through his hair, his hands rubbing up and down your legs soothingly. “After we move into our house in London,” Fred starts imagining as you play along, “what’s next?”

You think for a moment, pondering the possibilities for the life you and Fred could create. “After we move, and we both go back to work,” you sigh at the thought of starting work again, “I say we ease back into things. There’s no rush to do anything so soon. We’ve got forever ahead of us,” you tell him as you smile down at him. “But that being said, I do want to have kids,” you say under your breath as Fred laughs.

“Alright,” Fred chuckles. “We can ease into everything, especially starting a family.” You smile and lean further back into the pillows. “But while we’re on the topic of children…” Fred speaks, sitting up as you roll your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. “How many?”

You knew very well Fred wanted a large family. He grew up with a full house and he appreciated the chaos and noise and constant movement as he grew up. Although it could be much at times, he loved knowing that his family always had his back. “I don’t know, Freddie,” you sigh, rubbing your face with your hands as Fred laughs. “How many do you want?”

Fred shrugs, “I dunno. Five? Maybe six?”

“Maybe six?!” you yelp as Fred chuckles to himself. “Listen, I know your mother had seven of you, but I don’t know if my...birthing canal can take that,” you tell him, making Fred laugh. “I mean, four? Sure! Reasonable. Four is a lot, but I can do four! But six? Six, Frederick Weasley? I don’t know if I can do six!” you exclaim, only making Fred laugh harder.

“We don’t have to have six, darling,” Fred laughs, clutching his sides. “We can stop after one or four or six or whatever. As long as it’s with you.”

You sigh, shaking your head and looking down at your caring husband. “How can you manage to find a way to make things sweet?” you tell him, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “Amount of kids is to be determined. All I know is that I do want a girl,” you look at him knowingly.

Fred huffs, “Well, it took Mum seven times to get a girl...so who knows…”

“Oh, shut up, Fred!”

#fred #Fred and George #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasley x reader imagine #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x female reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x fem #HP #harry potter fanfic

[buckysharmony]

the ways in which you talk to me  I b. barnes

pairing / bucky barnes x reader

summary / in which bucky allows you to tidy him up after a mission [fluff]

warnings / mention of blood, sugary fluff 

a/n / this is my first writing post on this page, requested by the amazing @vogueweasley​, thank you for giving me some inspo 🤍🤍 my requests are open if anyone would like to request anything

“I’m fine, y/n, you know you don’t need to do this,” Bucky sighed, his tired eyes trailing from your shoulders to your fingers intertwined with his metal ones as he followed you up the stairs of your shared loft. It was nearing three in the morning when Bucky tried to quietly walk through the living room, unbeknownst to him that you were curled up on the leather sofa scrolling through videos on your phone waiting for him. 

The sound of him sighing your nickname “chicken”  brought your attention from a popular dance on your small screen to his figure, his newly chopped hair showing you signs that he had fallen asleep on his way home. Your attention quickly drifted to the seeping blood covering a section of his torso on his white t-shirt, that was rather snug on his biceps. It was enough for you to scramble off the couch, and lead him to the bathroom. 

“I know I don’t need to do it, baby,” you mumbled back, squeezing the cool digits in your grasp, “I missed you, and I want to help you.” That reply was enough for Bucky to quit protesting and followed your lead, leaning against the cold counter top and watching you in awe as you reached for the first aid kit. 

Bucky lifted the bottom of his shirt, whipping it over his head and throwing it into the open laundry basket in the corner of the room. The sight of him never failed to amaze you, how beautifully confident he stood with a faraway look in his eye, and the thoughts of how lucky you were to even be in presence washed over you. “Stop thinking of that,” Bucky teased, catching your eye. You set the kit up beside him, standing in front of him and smiled up at him knowingly. 

“You’re just beautiful,” you replied, taking the alcohol wipes and tearing them open with your teeth, before brushing the two over the large cut on Bucky’s torso, just by his naval. He winced at the stinging sensation making you giggle slightly, “It’s funny how I can cause you more pain than a few supernatural folks.” 

“Funny,” Bucky whipped back sarcastically, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Tell me about your last few days,” he insisted, watching you closely as you worked away cleaning the cut. This was a frequent occurrence for you, whenever Bucky went on a mission, he always insisted on you telling him what you got up to whilst he was away. At first, you thought it was a control and possessive trait, but the more you got to know and understand Bucky, you realised it was so that he could forget about what he was doing the days prior and live in your shoes for a few extra minutes. 

You filled him in on everything he missed, working away at the cut before it was paper stitched up. Every time Bucky wanted to tell you that the paper stitches were useless, but it was that look on your face when you finished that made him not reveal that secret. You’d always nod to yourself happily, stepping back and examining your work before smiling up at him and telling him “All done, baby” and it was something that he never wanted to live without. The thought of never seeing that accomplished smile tugged at his heart strings. 

Bucky reached for your wrist and pulled you to his chest, dipping his head and connecting his lips to yours in a soft kiss, mumbling a thank you through it. His arms circled around your waist, deepening the kiss and relishing in the sweet moan that escaped from your throat. You reached your arms up and intertwined your fingers at the nape of his neck, innocently grinding your bottom half against his. 

“Hey, hey, pretty lady,” Bucky pulled back, cupping the side of your face with his fleshed hand, his fingers curling slightly. “Are you not tired?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours. You shook your head, running your fingers through his dark hair and bringing his lips back to yours. 

short but sweet, and I hope y’all think the same. requests are open if anyone has any other fics they’d like to see <3

they won’t all be this short, this is me just trying to get back into writing

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[rhaenyratargayen]

hello! Did you write “f*ck up the friendship // f.w.” I remember reading it and I loved it but I couldn’t find it again, until I just found it on your blog. However when I click the read more it says nothings there. I didn’t know if there was a way you could repost it or something so I could read it again? I’m relatively new to tumblr so I don’t know how everything works yet. If there’s a way I can read it again, please let me know! I hope you have a great day!

Hi! Yes that is my fic, I actually archived all of my old harry potter fics a few months ago but they are all on wattpad under the user @/vogueweasley

#asks

[theweasleysredhair]

hey boo

ahhh hey angel!! ilyyyy 🥰🥰

#ask #vogueweasley #mere ❤️ #<3

[homesweetnothings]

hi love, here for a 🧿

hey! tysm for the ask <3

🧿: song rec!

unchained melody - righteous brothers

#200 followers #song rec #vogueweasley

[wandsandwheezes]

Lazy Morning | G.W

WARNINGS // NSFW 18+, morning sex, fingering, praise kink, mentions of semi exhibitionism if you take it that way, its a fluffy one for my vanilla beans

A/N // big surprise I have once again written a george smut, has it basically become my brand at this point? Yes. Am i sorry about it? No ❤️

There weren't often days where you and George both got a nice lie in, and a day off work together, snuggled up together under the sheets. He was always so warm, like your own personal hot bottle. You woke up first to the sight of him, mouth slightly open, snoring lightly but with his arms draped around you. You knew how light of a sleeper he was, so you marveled at the moments where he looked so peaceful and angelic. Your hand reaching up to brush the stray hair out of his eyes. You were lucky, so lucky to be able to call a man like him yours, the shining diamond on your finger caught your eye once again, making your heart skip a beat.

He began stirring slightly, his breathing becoming a little heavier as he began to wake up. When he fluttered his eyes open, they were dark and sleepy, but the second he caught yours, his lips turned up into a smile, his arms stretching and coming back down to grip your hips as he shuffles you closer to him, if that was even possible. His voice was low and croaky, but he sounded so, so sexy. "Morning, Princess."

"Good Morning, Georgie." You smiled, head burying into the crook of his neck as his hands slipped up under your shirt to trace delicately up your spine. It was an action he knew drove you absolutely crazy for him, and you involuntarily breathed out a quiet moan, it was small and soft, but it was a sound that would rattle through his head for the rest of his day, like a perfect melody. His lips pressed to your forehead, a smirk hanging off of his lips. His hand found its way to your thigh, a firm grip pulled it up so that it was hooked over his hip, allowing him to press himself into you.

The way you were already a babbling mess, as he was grinding his hips into yours, he knew you had woken up horny, you couldn't quite form coherent sentences, both from the tiredness and now from the way his fingers were toying with your nipples, he didn't care that your hair was a mess, that you had chosen comfort for sleep in granny pants and one of his old t-shirts or that you weren't fully put together. But he was whipped for you, he genuinely thought you looked absolutely stunning in every moment.

His hand left your breast to hook his finger into your underwear and push them to the side, allowing him to find your clit gently tracing circles before dipping his pointer and middle fingers into your dripping cunt. The way he was fingering you was slow and antagonising, begging to find the spot that you loved the most, he groaned at how wet you already were, his deep, low voice booming around your chest, "That's my good girl, already so wet for me, is my girl ready for cock?"

You nodded eagerly, whining at the loss of contact as he took his fingers from you to pull his hard and waiting cock from his boxers, he teased your entrance only for a moment before he pushed as much of his thick length as you could take, he was already moaning and growling, sensitive morning wood feeling amazing inside of your tight pussy. His hand once again gripped your thigh, only to pull it higher up so that he could be deeper inside of you before his hand moved to cup your ass.

He was rocking his hips into you in a slow, passionate but needy fuck, your lips catching each others in longing kisses and foreheads pressed together as you looked deeply into each others eyes. Your hand found his hair, tangling your fingers into his soft locks and tugging as he repeatedly hit the spot you needed him to. Your head rolled back, he took the opportunity to press kisses down your jugular, feeling the hum of your moans against his lips. "Georgie, mm gonna- fuck, baby please."

He growled lightly as he picked up his pace only a little, he was close too. You were tightening around him as you chased your release, only bringing him closer too. "That's my girl, so good for me, You gonna be a good princess and cum with me, yeah?"

You nodded as he was now gripping your hips, pulling them to meet his thrusts, as he fucked an orgasm out of you, leaving your legs shaking slightly, he caught your lips in a passionate kiss, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as you came. He breathed out a soft 'I love you.' as his lips left yours, you returning the gesture. He left himself inside you as his hand reached up to smooth down your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "How about we get you to the shower for round two, hm?" he chuckled, voice still low and gravelly.

You smiled, lips pressing small kisses along his jaw, your small hand finding it way to trace circles on his chest, you looked up at him innocently through your lashes, "And then round three on the kitchen counter, and round four on the sofa, five in the-"

He cut you off by tilting your chin up, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. "I couldn't think of a better way to spend a day with my sunshine."

True to his words, you did spend the day fucking like rabbits all over the house, (and also very late at night after sneaking into the shop, to fuck on the balcony and in his office). After all, it's not often you get a day all to yourselves.

taglist // @starlightweasley @slytherinsunrise @gcdric ​ @theweasleysredhair ​ @whiz-bangs78 ​ @weasleysflowr ​ @vogueweasley @minty-malfoy ​ @vivianweasley ​​ @feetoffthetablee ​ @thisismynerdyself ​ @witch-and-a-half @loony-loopy-lupinn @rip-us @hopemalfoyweasley

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #fred and george #harry potter #george weasley fic #weasley twins #harry potter fic #george weasley smut #Smut #harry potter smut

[siriusmydeer]

guys holy crap— one thousand, ONE THOUSAND? to this day i continuously wonder how you guys put up with my shit posts and some of my quite literally ASS works. but i am so greatful, and thankful for each and every one of you for supporting me along with way.

and a big thank you to all my mutuals who helped me when i was stuck in writers block, and every single one of you who had reblogged, commented or liked my fics. i am so greatful for you guys.

so around 500 followers i did fic recs, and now 500 followers later i thought i would do another to recommend some of my favourite fics that have recently come out/or i couldn’t add to the last one because of the limit.

i just want to let all of these authors know that i read your works almost everday, you are all such phenomenal writers and you deserve everything in the world!

thank you so much everyone you are so amazing :,)

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harry potter

gryffindors victory * by @rowema-ravenclaw

jelly slugs by @wreckofawriter

ron weasley

on air by @ronweasleysgf

enamoured * by @gryffindors-weasley

hermione granger

parents presents, and girlfriends by @cursestothemoon

sparkling by @chokemepansy

ginny weasley

any other way by @sweetnspicysimp

ginny on a love potion by @cursestothemoon

stop thinking * by @sultrypotter

george weasley

tracing constellations by @floweryimagine

NSFW headcanons * by @shadowsinger11

cherry, lemon, peach by @harrysweasleys

dating george weasley by @prettyb0y-george

tradition * @weasleyyy

my little angel * by @acosmis-t

fred weasley

NSFW headcanons * by @shadowsinger11

soft boy @omg-imatotalmess

anywhere else is hollow by @vogueweasley

pinky promise by @darthwheezely

new home by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

blaise zabini

the floor is cold by @coffee--writes

untitled by @malfycs

theodore nott

coffee, quills and puddles by @coffee—writes

lonely heart by @willowbleedsonpaper

neville longbottom

NSFW headcanons * by @samineisntmyname

better than your pillow * by @omg-imatotalmess

like daylight by @holyhead-hufflepuff

bill weasley

where you wear his rings * by @randomoutsiders

midnight rendezvous by @salazarslytherin

luna lovegood

NSFW headcanons * by @samineisntmyname

fluff alphabet by @persvphcne

james potter

new earrings * by @hp-imagines-07

to stupid, from dork by @vanillann

sunshine by @gcdric

dating james potter by @littlest-dark-age

dare or dare by @sirius

always have by @awritingtree

breakfast of champions * by @gxtitobxby

his princess by @acosmis-t

sirius black 

party revelations by @lenalxvegood

the good and the bad by @emmielupinblack

hair dye by @iliveiloveiwrite

marauders petting zoo by @vanillann

weak by @greyslytherin

remus lupin

one too many @theboywhocriedlupin

remus around the full moon * by @wonderwomanfantasy

dear insecurity by @bl597

before sunrise by @solllaris

weak by @greyslytherin

in a mirror * by @thotbutpurple

lily evans

dating lily evans by @chokemepansy

the story of a girl by @ch0colatefr0gs

regulus black

nsfw alphabet * by @persuasivus

eternity by @scvrllet

marlene mckinnon

cuddles * by @eideticprongs

breakfast by @sleepyremu

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter smut #harry potter #james potter x reader #regulus black x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #harry potter x reader #ron weasley x reader #hermione granger x reader #ginny weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #blaise zabini x reader #theodore nott x reader #neville longbottom x you #bill weasley x reader #luna lovegood x reader #lily evans x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader

[weelittleweasley]

my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep. 

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement. 

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times. 

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks. 

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into. 

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild. 

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug. 

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth. 

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?” 

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.” 

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins. 

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo. 

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts. 

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin. 

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement. 

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye. 

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone. 

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs. 

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!” 

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization. 

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love. 

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom. 

“Coming, my peanut!” 

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville. 

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely. 

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!” 

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead. 

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?” 

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!” 

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head. 

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

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