weasley twins one shots

constant interruptions // fred weasley

summary: hi, can you do a oneshot of fred where it is during quarantine then he and the reader tries to do "it" but their 1 year old baby keeps crying and waking up then they take turns calming their baby down, smut is fine by me :)

warnings: implied smut, making out

word count: 2.1k

a/n: so i didn't actually write smut but this was a really fun request! also my first time writing something that takes place during quarantine! enjoy :) x

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/628163078864994304/summary-hi-can-you-do-a-oneshot-of-fred-where-it

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The heavy rain poured down outside the cozy home, drenching the lawn and pattering loudly against the windows. Autumn had begun, which meant that even though it was still only early evening, the sun had set and it wouldn't be seen again until tomorrow morning.

Though you were quite content with the weather as you were sat in bed, a warm cup of tea in your hands along with a good book as the rain roared, Fred was not.

It had been months since you guys had been on lockdown and Fred was beginning to get rather agitated. The shop had been closed for far too long and the house was starting to feel rather small and boring. The television never played anything good, and the recipes in your old muggle books seemed to be getting more boring by the day.

You had really tried to keep yourself occupied as best you could, but nothing seemed to be doing the trick. As the muggles would call it, you were going stir-crazy. But, despite that, you still managed to find comfort in the small things; reading, re-organizing the pantry, playing with your toddler.

However, Fred was worse. He was losing his mind and any chance he could get to go outside and get some fresh air, he'd take it. He'd take off and soak in as much outdoor-ness as he could — it was the only way he found himself able to stay sane throughout this weird time.

But today, the day that he was planning on taking your one year old son to the park, it decided to rain. So, to say the least, he was frustrated more than usual.

You could hear him coaxing your son to nap in the other room, his gentle voice bringing a smile to your face as you placed your book down, listening in to him through the wall as he was trying his best to sing a gentle lullaby and telling your son that if he slept now, he'd get a candy before dinner.

"Don't tell mum," Fred said right afterwards, causing you to stifle your laughter in your hand. Years later and he still had the same dorky personality as when you fell in love with him. You wished that would never change.

After a few more minutes of him mumbling away in the other room, he stumbled into yours and crashed on the bed face-down, letting out a quiet little groan, "I can't take this anymore."

"Exhausted, are you?" you smirked, putting your book on the table next to your tea and running your hand through his hair. It stuck up in little tufts here and there — it reminded you of your son. He also had messy ginger hair, which he had thankfully inherited from his father.

"Bloody fed up," he replied, lifting his body and moving closer to you so half of his body rested against yours. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso and trying to flip the two of you over so you were on top.

It was tough, considering he was heavier than you, so he helped out and rolled onto his back, pulling you with him and letting you lay on top of him with your face inches away from his. From the proximity, even in the dim lighting of the room, his freckles were standing out against his pale skin and warm brown eyes.