𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Hot or Cute | F.W. x Reader

The sun flowed into the room from the window. The birds were happily chirping outside. Both you and your husband were immersed in the world of dreams and tranquility.

It was a Monday morning – and a Monday morning meant a work morning.

You rubbed the sleep out of eyes as you glanced at the alarm clock by the side of your bed.

"Freddie," you cooed softly, gently shaking your husband in order to wake him up, "it's time to wake up. You might get late."

He groaned, turning to lay on his side as his arm slithered around your waist and he buried his head into the crook of your neck,

"Five more minutes."

You giggled, running a hand through his hair, "But Freddie, you – or rather we – are going to be late if we don't get up now."

Your husband started to whine, tightening his hold on you, "But I still want to cuddle with you."

"Freddie," you laughed, trying to pry him off of you, "we can cuddle as much as you want once we get home."

He pouted, finally sitting up, "Fine."

Fred then pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Morning cutie."

"Morning handsome." You said, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

While Fred was in the shower, you were busy cooking breakfast.

His scent suddenly overtook your sense as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"That's hot." He said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade.

You chuckled, "The pan is hot so you might burn yourself with your clinginess."

Your statement caused Fred to laugh, "I meant you. Not what you're cooking."

"Cheeky." You giggled, ignoring the blush that rose up to your cheeks.

–

You walked into the stockroom, tiptoeing to reach one of the items on the top of the shelf.

"That's cute." The familiar voice of your husband reached your ears as he appeared right by your side.

"The fact that I'm trying to reach the top of the shelf like a little kid?" You huffed, looking up at him with a pout.

He laughed, leaning against the shelf, "Maybe?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Just reach up and get it for me Weasley."

"Right away your Highness." Fred teased, reaching up and taking the item for you before dramatically bowing down, "Mi'lady?"

You kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you kind sir."

–

George had you and Fred close up the shop since he had a date with Angelina that he most certainly didn't want to be late to.

You flipped the sign of the shop to indicate that you were already closed – and then locked the door.

"That's hot." Your husband said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You jokingly squinted at him, "What's with you and captioning every single thing I do with either cute or hot?"

Fred chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "That's because it's impossible for a person to be both hot and cute. It's either one of both. But, you my sweetheart, is an exception. You are both hot and cute."

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, a blush rising up to your cheeks as you muttered, "Simp."