wand3ringr0s3:

dancing in the pouring rain (fred weasley x reader)

a/n: Another dad Fred because this idea lives rent free in my head at all times. Also I’m keeping the name Della for his daughter just because. this is shorter than most of my fics but I just really wanted to write more dad Fred lol 

warnings: None, this is very fluffy 

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Originally posted by ofallingstar

You knew marrying Fred was signing up for a lifetime of excitement. From fireworks blasting a hole in the wall to accidentally eating one of their joke candies and even Fred dropping one of their instant darkness powder which lead to the two of you fumbling around for hours. But when you got pregnant and had a little girl things became a whole new level of chaos. Unrestful nights became the norm as your daughter required most of your attention. It was all worth it though. The moments she said her first words, her first steps, it was the perfect family.  

Nights like these were rare for Fred. Della was sleeping peacefully in her bed. The dishes from dinner were cleaning and drying themselves as Fred sat in his office finishing off a few leftover order forms from work. You were sitting on the couch flipping through the latest Miranda Goshawk book. The crackling fire and sounds of the rain hitting the window were comforting, though lulling Fred to sleep. 

Cracking his neck he throws down the quill and rubs his eyes. He loved his job but he severely underestimated the number of papers he had to sign and review. Glancing at the clock he notes the late hour and decides to call it a night for work. He could always get George to do it later. 

You know Fred is done with work based on 3 things. The first is the loud groan that comes from his office which signals he’s stretching his back and finishing work. Then he would peek his head into the living room. The messy ginger hair making an appearance as he checks to see if you’re awake. When you aren’t he’ll scoop you up and carry you to bed. If you are awake then he moves to step 3. 

Jumping into your lap. 

The  6′3″ idiot which you’ve come to love collapses on the couch right on top of you. 

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  • 11 November 2020
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  • tags: #dad fred lives rent free in my head tbh #fred weasley #fic recs

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