Multifandom Oneshots + Imagines

F r e d

Summary: Just some fluffy stuff with Fred.

A/N: I've had this scenario in my head for a long time and finally decided to write it. There really isn't a plot or anything, just humor and fluff. Enjoy!

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As quietly as I could, I tiptoed my way across the carpet of our room towards the bed. The light from the hall spilled onto the foot of the bed, not being bright enough to disturb the dozing Weasley but light enough to illuminate the room enough to cross it without crashing into something.

"I thought you'd never get out of the shower." A throaty rasp said.

"For a while, neither did I. I think it's just what I needed." I smiled to myself, closing the door and changing into a large T-shirt and pajama shorts before crawling into bed.

Now, I thought that would just be the end of the night. But nope- when I laid down, my fatal mistake was facing away from Fred, hugging one of the many cool pillows.

"Fine then." He grumbled, turning away from me.

I sat up. "What?"

"Nothing."

I could hear it in his voice that he wasn't actually offended, just being dramatic. However tired I was, I decided to play along, turning around to face his back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Is it something I did?"

'Yes."

"Then what did I do?"

"Never mind." 

"Hey, talk to me." I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he wiggled away from me. "Freddddiiiiieeee." I whined, laying right on top of him, which caused him to laugh. He was still putting up a fight, but so was I. Finally I managed to get him on his back, sitting on his torso.

For a second he just eyed me up and down, his hands on my knees and a smirk on his face. 

"None of that!" I lightly slapped his chest. "Tell me what you're mad about."

"You didn't give me cuddles!" He pouted. "You betrayed me, giving the pillow more cuddles than me."

"I'm sorry, love." I couldn't stop the smile on my face at his dramatic voice.

The conversation slipped into silent staring, which he broke by murmuring, "God, you're gorgeous."

Immediately this caused me to look down with an embarrassed smile, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. I sat up, pointing to my lips. "Kiss."

Not wanting to deny me, Fred sat up slowly, softly pecking my lips. He took this opportunity to wrap his arms around me and pull me down with him, holding me on top of him.

"Now sleep." Though it was a sleepy murmur, it held a playful finality that I was not awake enough to resist. Wiggling into a comfortable position and focusing on the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat, I slowly began to drift into sleep.