Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

Fred Weasley

Title: Mirrorball

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: The years of being together and wedding ring on your finger doesn't stop Fred from falling with you all over again when he comes home to you dancing in the kitchen of the home you share.

Word Count: 1.3k

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The moonlight poured into the small kitchen you and Fred shared. The full moon served for natural lighting in the late hours of the night on this evening. The week had been a long one that at times felt as it would be never-ending. Your job left you feeling exhausted from the strenuous demands you faced from the Ministry of Magic. Fred's was no different. The shop was thankfully booming and business only grew by the day, which led to Fred working long hours. Coming home far past the time that dinner had been made with the darkness of the night slipping in seamlessly became the norm. You were no stranger to the long days that faded to night and as such held no animosity for Fred's long hours.

The moments where he would arrive home and nearly collapse into your shared bed was your favorite part of your day. In those moments the blatant fact that you hardly had any time together during the weeks melted away as soon as you felt his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The warmth of his body pressed up against yours had a habit of making all your troubles turn to dust. Once his arms were around you you felt taken back to when you were but teenagers at Hogwarts during the days that you had taken to sneaking into the boy's dormitory careful to not wake George or Lee as you snuck into Fred's bed. Sometimes he would stir and mumble your name before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you snug against his stomach while other times he would in such a deep sleep that he would simply wrap his arms around you from instinct. Years later now that you two shared a home there was no need for sneaking around George and Lee, but one thing remained the same - Fred Weasley would always find you late at night by his side as he wrapped his arms around you. In his arms, you were safe. In his arms, you were content. In his arms, you never failed to sleep soundly.

On this evening as the moon lit up your quaint kitchen, you could feel the cool touch of its light brush against your skin. With a flick of your wand, the dishes from this night's dinner began to be scrubbed and put away as you hummed quietly to the tune of your record of Celestina Warbeck played softly in the kitchen from the copper orange record player Arthur had gifted you as an engagement gift a few years ago. The remembrance of your then soon to be mother-in-law's look of horror at the Muggle gift her husband had given you brought a small smile to your lips. You remembered vividly the comical widening of Molly Weasley's eyes as she lightly smacked her husband on his shoulder whispering how one of his Muggle artifacts wasn't something fit for an engagement gift for you and Fred. You had only grinned as you held a record player and held it in your hands with utter fascination that mirrored your future fathers-in-law. You had later discovered your Muggle record player gifted by Arthur was what Muggles called 'vintage' and was supposedly quite valuable by happenstance, but you and Fred wouldn't dream of getting rid of it even if Molly wouldn't have minded that one bit. After all, it held too much sentimental value as you and Fred spent many evenings dancing to music in your kitchen.

But alas, Fred was still hard at work in the shop. You were sure at this point he and George were refilling the stock and finishing some dreaded paperwork. You had grown accustomed to not expecting Fred back by a particular time. You didn't mind, not after seeing him go from dreaming about the joke shop to living it, you couldn't have it in yourself to be cross at him arriving late into the evening. As long as his arms were around you at night nothing else mattered to you.

The few remaining dishes sorted themselves out as you moved to their places in the cabinets and you absentmindedly began to sway your body to the soft tune of the music playing from your vinyl. As you began to dance without a thought in your mind, the sleeves of one of Fred's work shirts reached your mid-thighs as it hung on you loosely. The warm scent of cinnamon and firewood that was so uniquely Fred flooded your senses as it enraptured you completely. With the long sleeves rolled up to your elbows so that the dress shirt material bunched around your arms, you swayed to the beat of the music playing. You felt your thoughts slip away until all that remained in your head was the peace the music and moonlight brought you.

You were so entranced from the peace that the music gave you as you danced that you failed to hear the pop, which singled your husband's arrival nor did you notice him leaning against the frame of the threshold with his jacket in hand and tie loosened. You continued to sway to the music as the dishes were now long put away as a fond smile spread across Fred's lips. A silent chuckle slipped past his lips as he pushed himself off the threshold his body had been leaning on. You looked so familiar to him as you danced to the music in your kitchen unaware of his presence.

It wasn't difficult for Fred to be brought back to the days that occurred years ago when you were in Hogwarts. His mind quickly went to you two dancing the entire night at the Yule Ball but he much preferred the memory of you two slow dancing in the Common Room after everyone had long gone to bed as you both wore your pajamas. He had found you back then when you were beyond nervous at messing up the dancing at the Yule Ball despite that you had months before it would take place. It was natural for Fred to ask you to dance in the Common Room despite his nerves just like it had been natural for him to ask you to the Ball shortly after you danced together in the Common Room. Everything had between you and your relationship after that day years ago had been natural. Much like dancing in the kitchen with your eyes close, it was natural and no effort was ever needed.

He moved forward towards your swaying body to the soft music and slid his arms around your waist as he had years ago. The only difference now was he had no sweaty palms because he knew more than anything in the world that you loved him as he did you. As you felt his arms wrap around you, you didn't flinch nor did you falter in your movements. In the place of the shock of Fred's arrival, you only smiled softly at the tender touch of your husband. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch and leaned your head gently against his chest as your arms wrapped around his torso. You both began to sway back and forth in each other's arms and felt the same warmth swelling in your chest with Fred's arms around you. No words needed to be exchanged as you held each other in your arms feeling the worries of the day slip away and the comfort of each other's touch lull you both into a peaceful state.