weasley twins one shots

all to myself // fred weasley

summary: it's fred's birthday and he only wants to spend it with you

warnings: implied smut

word count: 2.4k

a/n: ok so here's the deal. this was actually supposed to be a fred fic that involved the yule ball and then i realized i already wrote that one. so that was a brain fart. anyways, i replaced it with another fred fic but this was a non-requested idea!!! either way, enjoy! x

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/624174427314274304/fw

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"Freddie, we've gotta get going," you giggled, your skin erupting in goosebumps under his delicate touch, sloppy kisses being placed up and down your neck.

"Why don't we skip dinner?" he mumbled against your skin, his soft hands slowly beginning to slide up under your shirt and grazing your skin with his fingers, "Much rather spend it alone here with you."

You feebly attempted to push him off of you, not really wanting to lose the contact but knowing you had places to be, "Because we promised your mum. Also, it's George's birthday too, incase you've forgotten."

He chuckled against your skin, "Y'know, darling, we could just say you're sick."

"Fred," you groaned, successfully sliding out from under him and sitting upright on the bed, pulling your loose shirt back down from where he had hitched it up, "I need to get ready. We have to be there shortly. Then, after we return, you can have me all night."

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at you, "All night, you say? Quite tempting, I must admit."

You gave him a quick wink and stood up off the bed, walking over to the dresser where your dress was hanging, smoothed out and ready to go. You had bought it nearly two years ago when shopping with Ginny, but had never found an occasion to wear it. Tonight felt like the right time.

You took it off the hanger and glanced at it. It was quite a lovely dress. You hoped Fred would like it. After all, there's no one in the world you'd rather impress.

"I guess I should go get changed too, then," Fred threw himself back onto the bed, groaning and sighing dramatically, arms spread out as he watched you walk with your dress in your hands.

You laughed at him, entering the bathroom, "Yes, go get changed. I'll be ready in a few."

Closing the door behind you and ignoring his antics, you stripped down and put on the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror. Even you had to admit, it was quite beautiful. It hugged your body perfectly, the silky smooth material shining under the bathroom lights. You grabbed your wand — which you had in the waistband of the sweats you were previously wearing — and brought it up to your hair, flicking it with a quick enchantment and having your hair fall straight over your shoulders. Although Fred loved you in your natural state, you knew he also loved it when you dressed up. Especially if it was for him.

Within five minutes, your makeup was done and you stepped outside of the bathroom, breath catching in your throat when you saw Fred sitting on the edge of the bed looking mighty fine.

His eyes widened immediately once they landed on you, scanning you up and down with his mouth slightly open, "You're trying to kill me, aren't you? You're actually trying to murder me."

You blushed furiously, thankful for the makeup you had applied for hiding it. He stood up and walked over to you, letting you see his outfit fully.

"You look pretty good yourself, handsome," you grinned as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his body. He was wearing a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows — he knew exactly how to rile you up and you'd be damned if you said it wasn't working.