Fred Weasley- Sing 🧡

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WARNING ⚠: nothing, soft Freddie

"Freddie pleaseeee."
"Angel face, you've been begging for 45 minutes, go to sleep."
"I tried, I can't sleep unless you sing." I lay my head on his chest and look up at him. He turns his head to look at me, his tired eyes catching mine.
"You're absolutely precious, you know that?" His hand slips up the back of my shirt, his rough hand rubbing gentle circles against my skin. I say nothing but a small smile creeps onto my face anyway. "What am I singing, sweet pea?"
"Anything. Maybe a muggle song?" I stroke his jaw before letting my hand travel to his hair.
"The one you really like?" His voice keeps getting softer and softer. I make a noise of agreement and he starts singing. It's very quiet and with my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, I begin to struggle to keep my eyes open. His fingers still rub circles on my back. He keeps singing as I fall asleep and just before I do I whisper into his chest.
"I love you Freddie."
He kisses my forehead and I can feel his smile. "I love you too, little bear."

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