𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The Reward of a Long Day | F.W. x Reader

The shop was finally closed for the day, George had already gone home to Angelina. And now, Fred can finally head back to you.

He threw some powder into the fireplace, watching the flames turn green before stepping in and muttering the address of your flat.

The familiar sight of your living room came into his line of vision. Fred stepped out of the fireplace, brushing off the ashes that stuck to his coat and kicked off his shoes,

"Sweetheart, I'm home!"

His brows furrowed when no reply came from you, he walked into the kitchen to find you leaning against the counter with a book in your hands. You looked adorable as you concentrated – eyes quickly scanning word after word on the page.

Fred leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, "That book must be so good that you don't seem to notice the fact that I've already come home."

You suddenly perked up when you heard his voice, throwing the book onto the counter – you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his torso,

"Sorry Freddie, my ship was just about to kiss – I couldn't help it." You said, a faint blush rising up to your cheeks.

Your boyfriend chuckled, "Why read about other people kiss when I could always give you one."

You rolled your eyes at him, cheeky bastard, "Why don't you give me one then?"

Without missing a beat, he leaned down a bit and molded your lips into one.

Your sense was filled with everything Fred Weasley – his scent, the taste of his lips, the feel of his hair between your fingertips.

You were drunk on him, and you never wanted to be sober.

Both of you were forced to pull away once you couldn't breathe, Fred pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he said,

"That'll surely be better than your ship's kiss."

The two of you ended up cuddled up on the couch while watching a movie.

Or rather, you were watching a movie.

Your boyfriend was more than satisfied in watching you. The way your mouth would shape into a small 'o' when something surprising happened, the way you would cover half of your face with a pillow when something happened between the two love interests.

To say that he adored you was an understatement. Fred Weasley was whipped for you. He was a total simp for you.

He reached down and interlocked your hands together, "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

The statement caused you to tear your eyes away from the television screen, "Why? Because it looks tiny in yours?"

"It's cute." Fred said, kissing along your knuckles.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Can you let go for a minute? I need to go to the bathroom."

"Wait, don't pull away... not yet." He pouted, looking at you with his best puppy dog eyes.

"Freddie," you cooed, finding his antics adorable, "I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute."

Fred continued on pouting as he crossed his arms over his chest, "You have 59 seconds."