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Well Worth it | Fred Weasley

Part 2 / 2

Part: 1, 2

Summary: You are heavily pregnant with your and Fred's first child and have just gone into labour. Part 2 of "Back Pain".

Warnings: pregnant reader, description of birth, vomit mentioned.

Word Count: ~2233

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George wasted no time in rushing you to St. Mungo's. Thankfully, the pain from the contractions was so blinding that you remember almost nothing about the ride over or even being admitted, so the chaos was lost to you. The most you remember was the frantic voice of Fred arguing with his twin about the speed he was driving, a small argument between him and the nurse at the reception desk about your room, and finally getting some heavy-duty pain-killing potions. That is the clearest memory that you have; the relief, although minor, was still incredible.

You weren't very far along, only dilated 6cm and having contractions every 5 or so minutes. Fred was doing everything he could to help you through the process and comfort you. He massaged your back, walked with you throughout the halls of St. Mungo's, provided ice chips, and constantly asked nurses and doctors for updates. The latter getting not only on yours but the staff's nerves ever so slightly. George stayed for as long as he was allowed before the staff told him to leave; Fred promising to keep him up to date on the progress as he walked him out of the room.

Mmmmmm... Freddie, this sucks...

You groaned from where you stood bent over the bed, rocking side to side as you rode through another contraction. Fred just sighed, feeling disappointed he couldn't do more for you, trying his best to comfort you with another massage. As the pain came to an end, an overwhelming sense of nausea overcame you.

I'm going to be sick again...

You whined. Fred just nodded and grabbed the bedpan. After the last hour or so of running back and forth from the bathroom, he decided it was a better method than trying to get you to the toilet in time. As you emptied the already vacant contents of your stomach into the pan, Fred sighed again, rubbing your back. He took the pan to the bathroom to clean it up, and you crawled into the hospital bed, curling onto your side.

You must be farther along now...

He muttered to himself as he walked out of the bathroom and looked you over. He couldn't help but worry about you. He hated to see you in such agony and wanted to help you feel better. Maybe if I had brought you here sooner... I should've brought you here sooner... He would think to himself repeatedly, but deep down, he knew it wouldn't have made any difference. He made his way to the door and peered outside into the hallway, desperately looking for another doctor to bother and ask to check you over.

Freddie, please... The doctor was just here, and I have not dilated anymore... Stop bothering the staff...

You pleaded less for the staff's sanity and more for your own. The constant poking and prodding make the experience more unpleasant than necessary, and you just want a moment to yourself before being bombarded by doctors again. Fred went to argue, but after seeing your misty eyes and the slight pout on your lip, he surrendered, nodding and moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

I wish I could do more to help.

He sighed as he gently tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear and wiped some sweat from your forehead with a cold washcloth.

I know Freddie, you've told me a couple times now.

He released a single breathy chuckle and smiled down at you. A smile you returned as you closed your eyes in an attempt to take the time you had left before your next contraction to rest. A calming silence fell between the two of you as Fred continued to adore you in silent worry and dab at your forehead.

You're running low on Trick Wands, by the way.

Your sudden comment made him pause, his brows furrowing as he pondered whether he heard you correctly. You opened your eyes half-lidded and teasingly smiled up at him, exhaustion evident in your features.

Pardon?

He asked, still baffled, a smile rising on his face at the bizarre situation. You lifted yourself to lean on your elbow, your head being propped up by your hand.

You are running low on trick wands. You and George will have to make some more before they completely run out.

Your response was so nonchalant as if it was a simple conversation occurring over dinner, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Darling, do you realize that is not my highest priority right now?

He asked with a stunned smile, you faked a gasp and shook your head disapprovingly.

Fred Weasley, I think this is a matter of great importance. What could possibly be a bigger priority than the store's inventory?

Your question was sarcastic, of course. Fred couldn't help the laugh that arose from him, enjoying your ability to still be cheery in your state.

Well, yn. I don't know if you are aware, but our baby is currently on the way. I do believe that is far more important than inventory.

You paused and pondered for a moment before nodding and falling back into your pillow, tucking your arm underneath.

I suppose you're right.

You agreed. The both of you break out into a fit of laughs for a moment before they die down, and again, you enjoy a calm beat of silence. You close your eyes again, breathing deeply as you feel the beginning stages of another contraction. Fred leans down to kiss your forehead, and you look up into his eyes as he pulls away.

I love you, darling.

He whispers with a love-sick smile. You smile back weakly, but before you can respond, another contraction racks your body, causing you to groan. The once peaceful, laughter-filled environment is overshadowed by pain and worry once again.

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At 9pm, you were in active labour. You were fully dilated, thankfully, and it was time to push. Fred moved himself out of the way of the many doctors and nurses who began preparing for the arrival of your baby, finding his spot at your side. He grasped your hand tightly, wrapping his other arm around your shoulders to provide more leverage for pushing. You were a mess at this point, and you looked it even though Fred was adamant that you looked amazing. Liar. You were fed up at this point and beyond frustrated, the last 12 hours of labour making you reconsider getting pregnant altogether.

This child better be worth it, Weasley.

Fred cringed slightly at the worn tone of your voice, the constant groaning and yelling from the pain taking its toll.

I promise, darling, it will be.

He reassured you, squeezing your hand and kissing your temple.

I want it out! NOW!

You screamed in frustrated exhaustion. You were done, in fact, you were done four hours ago, so now you were beyond done.

We have to wait for the next contraction before you can start pushing Mrs. Weasley, just a few more seconds.

The nurse explained in a voice that was much too cheery, making you even more annoyed. You groaned and threw your head back in displeasure, Fred whispering encouraging words to you as you waited.

Ok, push Mrs. Weasley. As hard as you can for ten seconds.

The doctor instructed; you literally felt your whole body squeezing with the contraction as you began to push. The pressure became immense, and you thought you might explode. You were sure that you were crushing Fred's hand, but you didn't care; he didn't seem to mind either, much too focused on helping you through this process.

OK perfect. Take a moment and catch your breath.

The Doctor instructed as the contraction died down. Suddenly, You felt overwhelmed. Call it fatigue, exhaustion or maybe the mind-numbing pain, but you began to panic. I can't do this. It's too much. I'm too tired. I can't do this. What if I'm a bad mother. I am a bad mother. Your mind was racing, and your breathing was picking up in a hectic way.

Mrs. Weasley, you need to relax.

The nurses tried to calm you and coach you through it, but they were no help. In fact, they made it much worse, feelings of being a failure growing as they pleaded with you. Fred could see the panic in your eyes as they darted all over the room, and between the faces of the medical staff, he could tell that you were not ok, and they were only making it worse. It was as if a primal instinct took over him.

Alright, that's enough! You're making it worse! Back off!

He stood a bit straighter, giving him a more demanding presence and stared daggers into each member of staff until they gave you some room to relax. Once he was satisfied, he turned to you.

Darling, you need to calm down, please. I need you to take a deep breath and try to relax.

His tone was quiet, trying its best to be calm but still fluctuating slightly with anxiety. You just shook your head, not even looking at him, your eyes stuck on your bump and the doctor between your legs.

I can't... I can't do this... I'm a bad mother... I can't do this...

You weren't even speaking to him; you were just babbling like you were in some kind of hypnotic trance.

Mr. Weasley, your wife needs to push again.

The doctor addressed Fred. He nodded and turned back to you.

You can. You've already done so much. This is the last bit of it. You can do this, and we are going to have our baby, and you are going to be an incredible mother. Please yn.

He pleaded.

Mrs. Weasley!

The doctor called. You turned to Fred, looking for some kind of reassurance. He offered a loving smile and a quick nod.

I love you, darling. You can do this.

He reassured. You took a few deep breaths, staring into his eyes before nodding and turning to the doctor.

You must push Mrs. Weasley.

He demanded, trying his best to be understanding and patient. You nodded and tightened your grip on Fred's hand before taking a deep breath and beginning to push again.

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It took an hour and a half of pushing before your baby girl was born. She came out screaming; you wouldn't be surprised if she woke the whole hospital. Fred was a mess of tears, wearing a wide and proud smile as he watched the doctors lift her from between your legs. You ushered him to follow as they went to clean her up, not wanting him to take his eyes off of her since you were preoccupied with the aftercare of giving birth. Now it was around 1 in the morning, you and her had been taken care of, and the medical staff had left the room, allowing some privacy for your new family. You held her delicately in your arms, staring down at her beautiful face and petting it softly with your forefinger. Fred sat beside you on the bed, one arm around you and his other hand running along her full head of hair.

You were right, Freddie. She was well worth it.

You admitted as you adored your daughter. There was a beat of silence before Fred spoke up.

You did wonderful yn.

He whispered, neither of you taking your eyes from the baby; you chuckled as tears began to gather in your eyes.

Well, you did help. I didn't make her alone, you know?

You said, causing him to chuckle. He gently grabbed your head with his free hand, pulled it to his lips, and planted a kiss on your temple.

I mean it, you were incredible.

He was so genuine in his remark. You turned towards him, and after seeing the incredible amount of love and adoration that he held in his eyes, you couldn't help the tears that began to escape.

Thank you, Freddie. But I mean it, too. I couldn't have done it without you.

He teared up at this, smiling, he whispered.

I love you.

You smiled back, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips before whispering.

I love you, too.

The both of you took in the moment before turning back towards your daughter. Fred noticed after a while that you were growing tired and offered to take the first watch over the baby. With a short laugh, you agreed, kissing her softly before handing her off and settling into your hospital bed. Fred moved to the armchair beside your bed. He was nervous holding her at first, worried he might break or drop her, but after a few moments, he grew very comfortable with it. Confident even. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, falling more and more in love with her every second they were together.

Hello, my love, It's Daddy, I hope you recognize my voice. I just wanted to tell you that I am so happy you are finally here... Your Mummy did a wonderful job bringing you into this world. I am so proud of her...

He looked up at you, happy to see you getting some good rest, then back to his daughter who yawned.

We both love you very much. Get some sleep, my love. Daddy's here... Always.

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[ilyasorokinn]

introducing: andersen adventures

code name (how we'll refer to y/n): elskede

children: elias ernst andersen, alma julia andersen

✷ frederik andersen and his wife met through a teammate's wife after she suggested y/n to help freddie design his home.

✷ they have two children together. their first, named elias andersen, was born july 2020. and ther second, alma julia andersen, was born april 2023.

✷ the nickname "elskede" comes from freddie who called y/n "elskede" when they first started dating.

✷ elias and gavin giroux are best friends.

✷ they have a dog named jasper who was the first person to figure out y/n was pregnant both times.

✷ elias’ middle name, ernst, comes from freddie’s dad. alma’s middle name, julia, was the name the couple almost named her.

✷ y/n works as an interior designer and decorates houses all throughout north carolina.

alma (pronounced ahl-muh)

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[midgardianweasley]

We’re Pregnant

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N discovers that she’s pregnant, unsure of how to tell her husband and anxious for his reaction, she makes up an announcement plan.

Warnings: pure fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

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As far as mornings go, this one, it was pretty normal. I’d woken up, had breakfast with my husband while we spoke about how business was going with the shop before he sped off, half a slice of toast sticking out of his mouth as he realised he was running late, again. The only thing that was different, just a tiny thing, was the pregnancy test currently sitting in the bin in the bathroom covered in tissues.

As it turns out, I didn’t have food poisoning from the chinese food Fred brought home last week, it was morning sickness. I hadn’t thought anything of it, I assumed it was just an upset stomach, until I realised that I’d missed my last period. I was pregnant. I remember phoning my mum to tell her the news, no idea how to process it on my own.

“This is wonderful news darling! What does Fred think?”

“He’s at work, I haven’t had the chance to tell him yet.”

“Well let me know when you do! Oh this is amazing news. I’m so happy for you both!”

“Thanks mum. I better go just now, I need to get started on dinner. Send dad my love?”

“Of course dear, talk to you soon”

That was yesterday. My husband is still none the wiser.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell Fred, I did, but when he walked through the door, greeting me with a kiss before walking off to take a shower, I froze. When we were dating in Hogwarts, we had spoken of how nice it would be for us to start a family together, laughing at the thought of a mini Fred running around causing mischief. But that was an idea for ages from then. Sure, it’s been a good couple of years since our school days, the joke shop was thriving, Fred and I are as happy as can be. The topic of children however, just hadn’t cropped up yet, and I was still unsure of his reaction. I know I can’t hide it forever though, I just had to find a way to tell him.

Which is what led me to a small shop in London, full of baby items. There were prams in the windows and a variety of different onesies hanging above them. My heart warmed at the mothers and fathers wandering the shop, fathers holding their babies, mothers admiring small dresses with a hand gently stroking her bump that was showing in their maternity clothes.

I walked towards some of the onesies that had phrases printed on them, “My mummy is the best.” “world’s most expensive alarm clock” and my personal favourite, “of course i’m awesome, look at my dad.”, that one receiving a small chuckle as I glanced at them. I decided on a plan of how to tell Fred about the pregnancy, picking up a onesie and paying for it. I walked out of the shop with a smile on my face, feeling a bit more confident in my announcement.

----------------- “Hey Love! I’m home!” Fred called, shutting the door and making his way into kitchen towards me to press a quick kiss to my forehead, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me close to him.

“Hi babe, how was your day?” I smiled, placing my hands around his neck in return.

“It was good, some kid wore one of the headless hats and ran around pretending he was a ghost, which gave his mum a scare.” He spoke, trying to be serious, but I could see the sparkle of mischief in his eye and the physical pain he was in trying to not burst out laughing.

“Ahh, I see a future Weasley in the works”

“It appears so! Little devil. I’m just gonna go for a quick shower then i’ll come back and help with the laundry?” He nodded to the pile of clothes I was currently folding.

“Sounds good, thank you.” I leant up slightly to press a kiss to his lips, the faint smell of fireworks taking over my senses, it felt like being wrapped in a blanket. The smell mixed with his thumbs tracing small patterns on my waist was so comforting

As I heard his footsteps retreat into the bathroom and the sound of the shower beginning to run, I quickly worked to put my plan in action. I pulled the tiny white onesie reading ‘Hello Daddy, I can’t wait to meet you!’ In black cursive, out of the shopping bag hidden behind the counter and placed it in between a tshirt and a pair of jeans in the pile of laundry. All while I can feel the cleaned pregnancy test in the back of my jean pocket, prodding into me every so often.

When I heard the bedroom door close, it felt like a countdown was going off inside my head, it won’t be long now, life changing moment incoming, not a big deal, it’s only a small human. Thoughts running around my head, most of them positive, some, not so much, now thinking of ways that this could go completely upside down.

“You alright love?” Fred came up beside me, stroking my arm soothingly, eyes furrowed in concern.

“Sorry! I’m okay, just thinking of what to do for dinner tonight.”

“Probably best to stay away from that chinese takeaway, huh?” He chuckled, beginning to fold some t shirts at the top of the pile, I decided to distract myself with getting a glass of water, thinking it best I don’t stand and stare inevitably worrying myself even more.

“Oh.” He mumbled, causing me to choke slightly on my water. “I think George and Angelina must’ve left some baby clothes from the last time they were here.” My eyebrows furrowed slightly, slightly confused at the conclusion he came to. I turned on my heels and saw that he had left it to the side, back side up.

“Fred.”

“Hmm?” He looked up, eyes meeting mine.

“Turn it over”

“Turn it over?” He flipped the t-shirt he was holding

“The onesie, love”

His eyes widened in realisation, putting the t-shirt down, looking down slightly embarrassed at his confusion.

The closer his hand got to picking the small clothing up, the tighter the knot in my stomach got, this is it. Finally happening. His face morphed into one of confusion when reading it, looking between me and the babygrow, doing it a couple of more times before his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and his eyebrows raised so high I thought they were going to join his hairline.

“You- we’re-”

“Yeah”

“Pregnant? With a baby?” He pointed to my stomach.

I decided to pull the test from the back of my pocket and place it on the counter beside him. He looked down, my head racing with thoughts now and my heart beating like crazy. It wasn’t until a huge grin appeared on his face that it started to slow down. Before I knew it, he’d picked me up and spun me in a circle, emitting a squeal to leave my lips. His lips soon meeting mine in multiple small pecks and ending with one neverending kiss. I could feel his lips turn into a smile, ultimately making me smile in return before he pulled away, hands still firm on my hips.

“This. Is. Incredible.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Are you not pleased?”

“I am! I was just anxious about how you’d feel about it given we haven’t spoken about it and-” He cut me off with another kiss, pouring all of his love into it.

“I’m over the moon, love. I’m gonna be a dad!” He laughed, my giggles joining him, nothing but happiness shared between us.

“The best dad in the world.”

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[thisismynerdyself]

Namesake

dad!Fred Weasley x mum!Reader

requested by: @whiz-bangs78​: “ok so im going to need you to fix my heart after freddie my love so here's me requesting a dad fred fic where he's showing his daughter cute photos of him and the reader and its just very cute thank you mon ily xx 🥺❤️”

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND JESS 💕 im still sorry for the pain of freddie my love... but its also one of my faves...

WC: 3k

Warnings: marriage, childbirth (brief - see note below), parenting, namesakes, looking back at memories, fluff

Note: the first scene is the childbirth scene, if this is a source of discomfort for you, feel free to scroll past until the next * break

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“FRED!” you screamed through labored breaths as you continued fighting off the pain that spread from your lower abdomen. “Ahhhhh WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

Fred’s hand was clutched tightly in yours, oh so tightly, your grip crushing his fingers as you refused to relinquish your hold. He stayed close to your side as the waves of excruciating pain ripped through your body. He felt horrible for the state you were in, but nothing could cloud the excitement at what this day would result in. “Now now, my dove, this was both of our doing, so let’s not get too angry at me, please.”

You turned your head and stared piercingly at him, but recognizing the slight fear dancing between his eyes, you softened your gaze, but not your grip. “I’m sorry, please, just GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!” You cried out again as Fred shot his gaze toward the end of the bed.

Your midwife, a sweet older woman named Caroline crouched at your feet ready to bring your first child into the world. She was highly recommended by a few coworkers of yours and she was an absolute angel when helping you prepare for this particular moment in time. Yet nothing could truly prepare you for just what would come.

Fred reached his hand up to brush the sweat-soaked hair from your face, his touch sending a wave of comfortable warmth through you, filling you with a momentary calm amidst the storm. “Any minute now, Y/N, you’re doing so wonderfully.” Fred leaned down to press a loving kiss to your forehead.

In the minutes that passed, you pushed harder than ever before to deliver your very first child. When you laid eyes on the fragile little being in Caroline’s arms, you leaned your head back in relief as you began breathing normally once more. You had done it. You brought a child into the world. Your heart was filled with all the love you could muster.

Carefully, Caroline cleaned the newborn and laid them gently into Fred’s arms, his eyes positively lighting up at the new human he held. Caroline looked between the two of you, “congratulations, you have a little boy.”

Without warning, a fresh wave of tears burst through your eyes at the news. A boy. “It’s a boy,” you heard Fred whisper as he still hadn’t torn his gaze from the little one.

“And do you have a name picked out yet?” Caroline asked with the proudest smile while she held a glass of water for you to sip slowly. You had worked up quite a sweat and needed a refresher.

“Arthur”, Fred finally lifted his eyes to meet yours, “after my father.”

“Arthur Remus, after your father and one of our heroes,” you added on, pride and love welling in your heart as you watched your husband holding his new son to his chest.

“That sounds so lovely, I’m sure that he-”

“Aaaghhh!!” Caroline’s words were cut short by your sudden outburst. “What’s happening? Caroline, it hurts!” You swatted your hand to your side, making connection with Caroline’s arm, which sent her sprawling into action. She reclaimed her place at the foot of your bed. Fred looked on with concern as he clutched tightly to his son.

“Oh my,” Caroline let out a heavy breath before looking up to where Fred stood and then up to you. “Y/N, dear, I’m going to need you to keep doing what you just did for little Arthur, okay?”

You looked at her in utter confusion, fear washing over you. “Why, what is it? Is there something wrong?” Fred reached a hand out to hold yours, a small gesture, but enough to keep you grounded.

“It seems there’s another baby coming.”

*

*** END OF CHILDBIRTH SCENE

*

“Shhhh, shhh, Daddy’s right here.” Fred bounced and floated around the room with his tiny infant in his arms, trying his best to send Arthur to sleep. But your son was already learning to be just as stubborn as his father could get.

“Here, let me take Arthur, he may need a feeding.” You reached your hands out to pluck the little blanketed being from Fred’s arms. “Yes, you’re probably hungry, aren’t you?” Your baby voice elicited a laugh out of Fred. You shot him a playful glare, “what like you don’t do it too? Why don’t you check Minnie’s diaper before we put them to bed?”

“Sure, make me do the dirty work,” he retorted, earning him a sharp glare from you.

“Do I need to remind you how these two came into this world?” You spoke the words with a faux attitude while simultaneously smiling and wiggling Arthur’s little hands to distract him.

“No no, I was there, no need to relive that.” Fred crossed the room to the small bassinet along the wall. Reaching down, an enthusiastic smile spread across his face as he reached down to lift his tiny daughter out and into his arms. With a similar baby voice, he cooed to her, “does someone need a nappy change?” As he lifted her up and investigated, he made a sour face, “oh, I think you do, indeed.” He turned to face you at the sound of your light laughter flitting through the room. “Okay, okay, fine, who doesn’t use a baby voice with someone as cute as these two?” His eyes lit up with joy just thinking about his little twins, the lights of his life.

*

“Let me at them!” Lee Jordan pushed his way through the front door of your little home as soon as Fred had opened the door. You had invited him over to visit your children as soon as he returned from his business trip. With Fred taking time off from the joke shop to help out with the twins, Lee took on a few extra responsibilities and had even begun taking business trips to advertise and sell the Weasley products to witches and wizards around the world.

As soon as he laid eyes on the twins laying one in each of your arms, he stopped in his place and stared at the two little bundles. “Fred, you said they were cute, but not this cute,” he slowly walked over toward you and sat down on the edge of the sofa. “Can I-?” He held his arms out, asking to hold one of them. That’s why he was here, after all.

“Of course you can. Fred, do you mind helping?” You nodded your head at him to come help transfer one of the babes into his best mate’s arms. So Fred gently lifted little Minnie and handed her over to Lee, who looked both eager and fearful over the pressure to hold such a tiny being. You filled him in, “this is Minnie Lea Weasley.”

Lee’s eyes immediately snapped to yours as you spoke the name. “You named her after me?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Is your name Minerva you fool?” Fred laughed it off, teasing his friend of so many years.

“Fred, don’t be like this.” You scolded your husband. You turned to Lee, “of course she is, although Fred insisted that we spell it differently so he can deny it.” You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he looked lovingly at the little girl who bore his name within her own.

“Say yes,” you said simply, slyly eyeing your husband as he stood nearby. You looked down and shushed little Arthur who was beginning to wiggle in your grip.

“To what?” Lee furrowed his eyebrows at your words.

“To being their godfather.” Fred shrugged as if this was no big deal at all. In reality, Fred was a right mess waiting for him to arrive, the very thought of asking such an important question weighing heavily on him.

The room was silent. The emotion palpable. “Me?” Lee asked you, as if it was a preposterous invitation.

“Yes you. Well, you and George, of course. With two kids, we wanted double the godfather protection.” Fred looked his best friend square in the eyes. “Lee, you’ve been my best mate for more years than I care to count. The best mate that I chose, I was stuck with George. And there’s no one else I would rather have watching out for our little Minerva and Arthur than you.”

Maybe it was the baby in your arms or maybe it was the scene before you, but a few tears began slipping down your cheeks.

Lee looked between the two of you, tears shimmering in his own eyes, “Fred, Y/N, it would be an honor to be their godfather, thank you. I would hug you both, but I think little Minnie is asleep.” He smiled as he gazed admiringly down at the precious little girl held safely in his grasp.

*

“There’s my darling little girl!” Molly Weasley held her arms out for little Minnie to run to her, her feet carrying her quickly across the living room almost immediately upon walking through the front door. Four years had passed so quickly and you could hardly believe how grown your little ones were becoming.

“Did I hear the door?” Arthur Sr. called from the kitchen as he made his way toward the newest occupants of his home. “And is that my mini me?” He held his arms out quickly as little Arthur ran to his grandfather.

“Hey, Minnie is me!” your daughter corrected from within the tight hold of her grandmother.

“Right you are, princess.” Fred crossed the room and leaned against the wall as he watched his family reunite.

“Uncy Fweddie!” An excited little redheaded girl darted down the stairs and knocked into Fred’s legs, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

“Roxy, give the man some room to breathe, he just got here.” George followed her into the room and quickly greeted you both with a firm hug.

“And there’s my little munchkins, Minnie, Artie!”

“Uncle George!” Two high-pitched yet boisterous voices yelled out before attacking their uncle in a crushing bear hug.

All of the adults in the room failed at holding back their laughter at the interactions. This really was a tight-knit family and you adored every moment you spent at the Burrow. It was always so warm and welcoming, and the scent of freshly baked goods continually wafted from the kitchen.

“Oh, my dears, I have something I wanted to show to you both.” Molly hurried through the arrangement of furniture and browsed the small bookshelf on the other side of the room. When she found what she had been searching for, she pulled an oversized book out and placed it on the small coffee table. “Come sit, please.” She waved her hand out for you to take a seat on the sofa. So you obliged.

“What is this?” You questioned as your fingers lightly ghosted the cover of the elegantly leather-bound book.

“Mum, is this- is this our old photo album?” Fred grinned as he recognized the ancient tome. 

She nodded excitedly, which inspired Fred to quickly whip the book open to the first page. “I’ve added a few updates over the years.”

Before he could look closely, two little bodies appeared in front of him. “What is it? I want to see,” Minnie stood firmly in front of Fred, blocking his view.

Fred gripped Minnie by the waist and pulled her into his lap where she settled nicely and snuggled into his chest. But Artie was not far behind his sister, so you quickly pulled him onto your lap so they each had a good view of the book that was sure to give you a good laugh.

“This here is a book with pictures of me when I was little like you.” Fred lightly pinched Minnie’s side, earning a giggle and a squirm.

“You mean you were this little?” She looked at him with amazement in her eyes. An unheard of idea.

“Even littler.” He flipped to the first page of photos. Molly in her bed, holding two tiny, identical forms. “See here, me and Uncle George right after we were born. You guys were this tiny too.” He flipped another page. An adorable photo of the family, Molly and Arthur with their hands on the shoulders of Bill and Charlie, who each held a twin in their laps, Percy standing by their side. “Mum, I can’t believe you trusted them to hold us. We could have died.” Fred looked up at his mother in mock disbelief.

“Oh, don’t you start with me.” Molly tsked before leaving to attend to something in the kitchen again.

Minnie reached out to flip to another page. Fred and George on their first birthday. “Dad, which one of us is which here?” Fred asked his father, knowing that it would have been quite a challenge to tell them apart that young.

“Oh, that’s easy, this one is you, Fred.” Arthur pointed to the boy on the left. But as he pulled his hand away, you gazed at his face and could see the uncertainty that hid there. 

“You’re sure about that?” Fred looked backward and could tell that his father was indeed not sure.

“Your mother was better at telling you apart at that age.” Arthur attempted to defend himself.

“Don’t drag me into this!” You heard shouted from the other room. This was getting interesting.

“Mummy?” Artie looked up at you curiously.

“Yes?”

“Did you and Daddy ever get us confused?” He looked at his sister and back at you. You looked to your husband for help.

“Only once, but then Minnie reached up and pinched my nose and I knew it was her, she’s just like a mini me.” Fred laughed again as he looked at his little princess.

“Good, because I’d hate to find out I’m actually Minnie.” Artie’s confession caused a roaring laugh to fill the room as everyone heard and found his concern hilarious.

Fred quickly flipped the pages ahead a bit until he was older. Hogwarts. He flipped through a few fond memories with friends and stopped when he found the first photo with you. Your quidditch team photo. You were a keeper briefly, until an injury took you out of the game for the season. But it allowed you to meet the twins and you immediately fell for the older of the two.

The following photo album pages consisted of some of your sweetest school memories. Cheering for Fred during future quidditch matches, your Yule Ball photo, which just happened to be the night of your first kiss. You let your eyes drift over to meet Fred’s who remembered the night as fondly as you did. With each page, your little ones asked curious questions about who was there and soon they wondered when they would show up.

“Artie, look here at this photo. This was one of our professors during our fifth year. He eventually became a great friend and mentor for us, as well. Remus Lupin. We chose your middle name to honor him. You know Teddy? It’s his father. He was very brave and we wish he was here to meet you.” Mentioning your old friend and mentor brought a somber mood over the room. But you pushed it aside for the sake of the kids.

There was one more page you needed to show them before you could get to the story they were a part of. Your Hogwarts graduation. In one photo, you stood with Fred, who was beaming proudly at your accomplishment. He and George had decided to leave school early to begin working on the joke shop, but you remained behind to finish what you had been working toward for so many years.

In the second photo, you stood beside your favorite professor and one of the greatest role models of your life. She had instructed you in your education and in your life. She knew Fred and George well and had often dealt with their mischief during their time in school. She later attended your wedding and continued to be a guiding force in your lives.

You looked over toward your daughter, “this is Professor McGonagall. She is a force to be reckoned with and she is one of the bravest and wisest women we know. Minerva Lea Weasley, you were named after this woman right here.” You and Fred both smiled proudly, knowing that in time your daughter would learn more and more about the role Minerva McGonagall played in your lives and the lives of all of those close to you.

“So I was named after Pop and she was named after her?” Artie pointed toward the photo.

“That’s right. Because you are both so important to us, so you deserve to carry the names of people who are important to us. Plus, Percy already took Mum’s name for little Molls.”

“Woooow, she looks so cool! I wanna be like her!” Minnie screeched excitedly, proud to know where her name came from. But her attention was short-lived as she reached out and flipped a few more pages of the aged book Fred still held in his hands.

“Look, Mummy you look so pretty!” Artie squealed this time. And Minnie nodded her head in agreement. You looked down and gasped. It was your wedding photos.

You stood with Fred, your beautiful white gown framing your figure just perfectly. Your hair styled as you always dreamed it would be. Fred looked stunning as ever in his suit. Together you looked like you could take on the world. And with your whole world sitting in your laps, you looked at each other and knew that together you really could take on the world.

***

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[accioxreparo]

surprises | f.w.

synopsis: After being gone for a few years you and Fred show up at the Burrow for Halloween with a surprise no one expected.

pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

warnings: none except its unedited

a/n: hi I’m in love with dad!Fred and I thought this would be cute. And yes, their costumes are all inspired by The Greatest Showman cause I rewatched it the other day. Also it’s not my best writing and its a little rushed but I hope you guys still like it. One more fall prompt coming tomorrow for my dia de muertos inspired fic before we move on to winter! 

“This is all your fault.”

“Is not.”

“Is too,” You set down the change of clothes you were in the process of transfiguring and turned to glare at Fred who looked much more at ease than you were. “If you hadn’t insisted on showing her that movie the day would have passed by like nothing.”

“How’d you expect me to say no when she was looking at me with those big eyes of hers?” Fred moved to stand behind the place where you were sitting. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

An amused smile cracked through your otherwise stern expression and immediately Fred knew he had you. But you still shook your head as he jumped over the couch, landing beside you with a soft thud. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

He hummed, not bothering to argue at all because he knew you were right. “You both do.”

“Good answer,” You nodded as you put down your wand and the now shiny red coat. “Where do you plan on taking Evie trick or treating exactly? You’ve never been and we’ve only just moved back.”

“Don’t you worry, my darling,” The smile on Fred’s face, the same plotting, mischievous one you’d fallen in love with long ago, did little to reassure you now. “I’ve got just the thing.”

*

You weren’t too sure what you’d been expecting but finding the photos removed from all your albums laying out all over the counters of your kitchen the next morning was not it at all.

“Alright sweetheart,” Fred laughed a bit at the look on your face before showing Evie another picture. “What about your Uncle Georgie, what do we think he should be?”

Your eyes trained on your daughter as she stood on her chair and searched a different set of pictures. Her face was scrunched up in concentration and you couldn’t help but notice how strikingly similar she looked to Fred, who was wearing the exact same expression.

A warmth filled your whole being as you watched the two of them looking at the photos. Photos of your family that Evie had yet to meet. Time had simply gotten away from you during the last few years. Now that Fred had taken the liberty of hiring a manager for the New York location of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes you were back home.

“This one!” The sudden exclamation caught your attention and as she pointed towards a picture in one of her books.

“A monkey!” Fred laughed and picked her up from her seat making her giggle. “You are just brilliant, princess. Why don’t you go tell your mum what you picked out for her?”

You caught Evie as she ran for you, lifting her up with ease and setting her on your hip. “Mummy you have to wear the purple dress daddy got you. He says it’s the only one.”

Almost immediately you knew exactly which one she was talking about. One made of silk that was much too short to wear out on any other occasion. When you turned to look at Fred he’d placed a hand over his mouth in a weak attempt to keep from laughing.

“Did he now?”

“He did,” Evie nodded rapidly and you laughed as her hair shook all around her. “There’s a surprise too but we have to put on our costumes first.”

“Well why don’t you go start and I’ll help you in a minute, okay sweetheart?” The moment you put her down she ran for her room and you made your way to Fred and all the pictures he’d stacked on top of each other once more. “And just what is your surprise?”

He only beamed at you, tapping the edge of the pictures once on the counter before pocketing them. “We, my darling, are taking her to the Burrow.”

You stared at him for a moment before realizing that he was completely serious and crossing your arms in front of you. “Fred Weasley you cannot show up unannounced to your mothers with a little girl she has yet to know about, are you trying to give her a heart attack?”

“Technically I have been announced,” Fred stood and pulled you into him, hands resting on your waist. “I owled everybody last night and told them to be there by one to help me get everything ready.”

“Did you tell them why?”

“Of course not, it’s called a surprise for a reason, love.” Fred only chuckled and kissed you once. The action was quickly cut off by Evie shouting for you from her room. You sighed a bit before stepping out of his hold. “Stay here until I come get you two okay? And don’t forget that dress of yours.”

“The only reason I’m putting it on is for Evie.” You smirked a bit, already starting to move backwards.

“Oh of course, love,” Fred nodded before matching your smirk. “And if she just so happens to want to sleepover at her grandma’s tonight then that is completely a coincidence and we might as well take advantage of that outfit of yours.”

You laughed then turning around before he could say anything else. “Just go.”

*

“Hey mum,” Fred was beaming the moment he stepped into the Burrow once again. Almost instantly Molly wrapped him into a tight hug. She quickly went on a slight tangent about how long it’d been she’d seen him as he greeted Arthur.

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked as she finally moved to glance behind him to see if she could spot you.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Fred didn’t miss the way his mum’s eyes narrowed at him in suspicion.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Fred chuckled before reaching for the last of the photos he’d brought along with him. Molly only watched as he smiled at it before handing it over to her. “Nothing bad anyway. Something really good actually, look.”

Molly stared at him for a moment more before looking down at the picture in her hands. A gasp escaped her when she saw three people smiling up at her in the moving photograph. There was Fred who was pulling you into his side, you in the middle of laughing at something, and a little girl waving at the camera.

A little girl who was practically a carbon copy of you but with Fred’s eyes and freckles. The picture couldn’t possibly have been that old considering the fact that he looked almost the same. Nonetheless, it was the absolute last thing Molly had been expecting when she heard the two of you had moved back.

“What is it?” Arthur’s attention was caught again as he moved to see what the commotion was about. When he saw the picture he only smiled, taking it to look at it a bit closer. “Is that -”

“Fred Weasley, are you really telling us we have a granddaughter you didn’t tell us about?” His mum had set one hand on the back of a chair with the other on her waist and suddenly he felt like he was a teenager getting scolded again. The action hadn’t stopped him from laughing then and it certainly didn’t stop him now. Not when he could see the excited look quickly breaking across her face.

“Surprise?” Before Fred knew it he was being pulled down into another embrace again. He supposed it was a good thing the three of them were the only ones in the kitchen given the flurry of questions his mum and dad alone asked him. “Evangeline Molly Weasley. Hope you don’t mind, mum.”

“Of course not,” Molly shook her head, reaching up to stop the happy tears from falling down her face.

“How old is she?” Arthur asked, looking at the picture once more with just as bright a grin.

“Three, almost four though. Her birthdays in two weeks so it’s perfect timing really,” Fred gave a shrug when they stared at him surprised. “Please don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t a secret on purpose, I promise.”

“You didn’t think to maybe mention the fact that you had a daughter in one of your letters?”

“I would’ve but I kept forgetting,” Fred quickly continued when the two of them started speaking over each other to scold him again. “We didn’t not tell anybody! George has come to see Evie loads of times now, I just assumed he’d tell you.”

“Don’t try to turn this on your brother,” Molly shook her head again and gave an almost exasperated sigh. “My first grandchild and you don’t even tell me. Didn’t even bring her over for a visit.”

“It’s great to see you too, mum,” He couldn’t help but instinctively duck out of the way and chuckle again when she swatted a dish towel at him. “That’s actually why I sent everyone else off to get the house ready. Evie wanted to go trick or treating and I figured what better place to bring her than here. She’s getting ready with Y/N now.”

Almost on cue there was a chorus of shouting as the door that led into the backyard opened. Fred flipped the picture of himself, you, and Evie upside down on the table, quietly muttering surprise when he saw the look his mum gave him again.

“Hang on, this list isn’t fair!” Ron shook his head as he took said list out of Harry’s hands. “Why do I have to be the elephant and he gets the lion?”

“Forget that,” Harry snatched the list back and pointed at a line scribbled near the bottom. “This says Charlie is supposed to be helping me hang up the decorations but he disappeared like twenty minutes ago. Do you know how long it’s going to take me to put up everything you brought with you?”

“Charlie had to go see a friend about creatures to borrow,” Fred answered easily before motioning towards Ron. “Tell him to help.”

“No! I’m supposed to be putting extension charms on the shed. Why don’t you make Ginny help all she’s doing is getting the bags of candy ready!”

“Excuse you,” Ginny popped her head through the window to glare at Ron. “Do you know how complicated he made this? It’s going to take me hours!”

“Hours won’t do,” Fred glanced at the clock on the wall, the one that actually told time, and frowned. He’d been gone for an hour now and he knew that Evie would start getting restless soon. “We have about two hours at most.”

“What!” Came shouted from all three of them at once before they started yelling over each other. To Fred’s delight though, Molly was the one who shushed them that time.

“That’s enough! Now all of you get to it.” Molly waited until the three of them had gone once more before taking the picture back and tucking it into her pocket. To Fred’s surprise she turned to smile at him, placing a hand on his cheek before moving to look at the list Ron and Harry had left behind. “Now let’s get this done. The sooner we finish, the sooner you can bring my granddaughter and Y/N over.”

There it was. Fred only laughed once more before agreeing and walking into the backyard beside the two of them.

*

Exactly two hours later Fred was walking up to the Burrow again. He spun around quickly to pick up Evie before she saw all the decorations that were now hung up all over the place. You understood the look he gave you right away and moved to block the rest of her line of sight.

Fred lifted her up with complete ease and smiled when he saw the pout on her face. “I need you to close your eyes for me until I say so alright, princess?”

“But -”

“No buts, sweetheart,” You interrupted when she tried turning her head. She gave you a heavy sigh before placing a hand over her eyes. “There you go. I promise you’re going to love your surprise.”

You could hear Ron and Harry before you saw them. Their voices rang across the front yard as they argued and it wasn’t until they noticed the three of you that they stopped. A laugh bubbled up from inside of you at the sight of their jaws dropping and eyes going wide.

To your amusement, they were too shocked to give anything away as Fred set Evie down and covered her ears, making sure her eyes were still closed. “Go get everyone else will you?”

“That’s a child.” Harry was the first one to break out of his trance, looking quickly between Evie, you, and Fred.

“Good eye.”

“Bloody hell, she is not yours.” Ron shook his head, a faint smile spreading across his face as he resisted the urge to walk towards the three of you.

Fred, meanwhile, grinned proudly and gave a firm nod. “She is indeed.”

“Mum! Dad!”

From inside the house you could hear Molly shouting at everyone to take their assigned places. Not thinking of anything else you gravitated towards the house that had become your own over the years with your excitement ready to spill over.

The moment Molly saw you she pulled you in for a tight hug, Arthur appearing in the doorway soon after and doing the same. They looked at you after briefly looking at Fred who’s now talking to Evie, still holding her so she couldn’t see the decorations yet. “We are so proud of the two of you.”

“Thank you,” You really couldn’t help the way your whole body relaxed along with the overwhelming feeling of finally being home again. Of course the last few years with Fred and Evie were amazing and you’d adored every moment. But being there at the Burrow again, with everybody else you held dear, was a feeling you always knew you missed. “Come and meet her.”

You pulled them along and Fred looked at the three of you, eyes sparkling with this look of pure happiness. He finally let go of Evie and she didn’t hesitate before shooting around to face you. Her head tipped to the side curiously before an excited smile broke across her face.

“I know them!” She shouted, looking up at Fred and then at you. Finally her eyes landed on Molly and Arthur and she jumped up and down a couple times. “That’s grandma and grandpa.”

“Sure is,” You smiled and held your hand out to her, one she took with ease. “Come say hi, sweetheart.”

Evie took to them immediately, happily answering every question they asked her and telling them everything she’d heard from you and Fred. She easily grabbed hold of both their hands as they led her towards the front door and pointing out all the decorations, ones Fred had made sure they knew she loved.

Bill was the one to answer the door when she finally knocked and he didn’t quite know what to say at first. He stuttered a bit as he glanced back at you and Fred before he shook his head and ducked down to Evie’s level with a surprised laugh.

“My costume sure makes a lot more sense now,” Bill looked down at the striped cut off shirt Fred had thrown at him earlier before smiling at the little girl he’d yet to meet. “And who might you be?”

“Evie.” She stood a little straighter, fixing her coat and the hat on top of her head, then smiled at him. “My daddy told me who you were already.”

“He did?” 

“Yeah.” She nodded eagerly, already having forgotten the bag in her hands. It’s wasn’t until Bill handed her a chocolate frog box that she even remembered she was there to trick or treat. He really couldn’t help but give in when she asked if he wanted to join them.

Evie, however, quickly left all of you behind when she saw little creatures she didn’t recognize flying over her head the moment she stepped into the backyard. Only moments later she caught sight of George and excitedly ran for him.

Charlie, who’d been standing beside him, stared for a moment as George picked her up so she could almost reach the little creatures. He was surprised when Evie then turned to him to ask about the tiny little dragon crawling across his shoulders, and took a second to process the fact that this little girl who already knew him was apparently his niece.

It was only when Fred walked over that he shook himself out of his trance and smiled, picking up the little dragon and letting it crawl across his hand and onto hers.

The same sort of scene followed everywhere they went. Evie knew each of them by name already and she didn’t hesitate to let them know. Each one of them had reacted similarly, conversing with Evie until she moved on to the next scene before moving towards you and Fred with surprise.

Though they each silently figured that they shouldn’t have been. The entire course of yours and Fred’s relationship had been filled with surprises and it only made sense that this would be your biggest one yet.

It was late by the time you finally made your way to Fred again after being pulled in every direction.

Golden hues surrounded the entire backyard as the sun started setting below the horizon. Everybody had long since surrounded Evie, more than happy to keep her entertained. At the moment she sat beside Arthur who was helping her carve one of the magically grown pumpkins they had picked together from the garden.

Meanwhile you and Fred were picking through her bag of sweets, silently hoping she wouldn’t notice how many you’d eaten already. You let out a content sigh as you leaned your head on Fred’s shoulder, “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

“I really don’t know,” He answered as he rested his head on yours, taking one of your hands with his free one. “Did you miss all of this as much as I did?”

“Absolutely.”

“Hey,” There was only a brief moment of silence before Fred suddenly turned to you with a new idea and another smirk on his face. “What are the odds we can escape for a bit now that we’ve got people to watch her for us?”

“You really have a one track mind don’t you?” You shook your head, watching as he stood up and offered you his hand.

To Fred’s delight though, you took it. He glanced behind him to make sure everyone else was otherwise occupied before winking and pulling you inside the house. “Only for you my darling.”

[evermoreweasley]

wait for me (fred weasley x reader)

(all images are from pinterest)

summary: muggle!reader, dad!fred. y/n is the muggle girlfriend of Fred Weasley, a wizard. at the beginning of the second wizard war, you and Fred are kept separated to keep you safe. however, what happens when you find out you’re pregnant?

warnings: angst! mentions of battle of Hogwarts, mentions of death, mentions of injury (knocked unconscious), food, vomiting, pregnancy scare, mentions of period, pregnancy, mentions of sex, kissing, anxiety, separation, cursing, suggestive comments, fluffy ending.

a/n: I love dad!fred :’)

taglist: @theweasleysredhair​ @witchyweasley​ @sarcasticallywitty15​ please message me if you’d like to be added or removed!

word count: 2.2k

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February 7th, 1998 

You nervously picked at the emerald green nail polish on your fingernails as you looked out the window of your apartment. You watched the headlights of cars as they drove by and people laughing as they crossed the street in groups, going out for the night. 

You were stuck at your apartment, alone in muggle London and you had run out of things to distract yourself with. You drank the last of the tea in the cupboard. You already did not one, not two, but six puzzles. And lastly, you already read not one, not two, but eight books. You were so tired of the small space of your apartment and so anxious about your boyfriend, you needed to find something to do besides stare out the window. 

You had met your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, through Hermione Granger. Hermione’s muggle parents were next door neighbors with your own muggle parents. You had never been more happy than when Fred and Hermione introduced you to their wizarding world so many years ago. 

Sighing, you made your way over to the kitchen sink. You decided to make homemade soup, from a recipe book you had forgotten that you had. It was buried deep inside of your kitchen cabinet, behind your dinnerware. As you cut up the carrots, onions, and celery, you were hit by a sudden wave of extreme nausea. You shook your head as you swallowed hard, convincing yourself it was just nerves for the events that were happening with your boyfriend and friends. But as you placed the vegetables in the pot, you recognized immediately that it wasn’t nerves.

You ran out of the kitchen and down the small hallway of your apartment, in the bathroom you doubled over the toilet as you vomited. Your mouth fell open in shock at your sudden illness as you wiped at the corners of your mouth with a tissue. You quickly washed your mouth out with minty mouthwash. As you opened the cabinet to put the mouthwash away, a small pink and white box caught your attention. It was a box containing pregnancy tests. You had a pregnancy scare all the way back in May, when your period was late. However, you got your period just moments after arriving home from the store with the purchase so you just shoved them to the back of your cabinet. 

Your eyes narrowed away from the box to look at yourself in the mirror. You wondered if you were pregnant. You had barely seen your boyfriend, Fred, since late July, after his twin brother George lost an ear. Fred was so worried about you, especially after what happened to his brother. You had to go into hiding in muggle London at your apartment due to the catastrophic events that were happening in his world. 

You thought back, you had seen him on exactly three occasions since then. The first was in August, second in October, and the last time was in December. 

You remembered Fred visiting right before the holidays. His big, strong hands all over your body as he ripped your jeans off of you urgently. His lips kissing and sucking on the delicate part of your neck, desperate for you as breathy moans filled the room. Your lips only momentarily leaving him, passionate and heated, as your bodies moved seamlessly against each other under the sheets.

In all of the stress, you had missed your period and you didn’t realize it at the time. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached out for the pregnancy test box. You knew you had to take it.

As you waited for the results of the test that rested on the bathroom sink, you paced the small hallway. You checked the wall clock and knew it was time to look. You reached for the test with trembling hands, your heart was pounding out of your chest, your mouth was bone-dry, and your whole body lightly shook for what might come. You turned over the test in your hands and saw a tiny plus sign indicating that you were in fact pregnant. You placed one hand on the sink to steady yourself, while your other hand immediately flew to your wide mouth.

How were you going to tell Fred? When were you even going to see Fred again? Fred would randomly apparate to your apartment when he managed to sneak around and felt he could do so safely, but that was it. How were you supposed to handle being pregnant when you knew your boyfriend was about to go to the second wizarding war?

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out. Your hands lightly shook as they fell to your stomach. “You will meet your dad,” you sighed, speaking to the child growing inside of you. “I promise.”

May 3rd, 1998

It was the early morning hours, still dark out, when a loud sound awoke you. A bang from the living room of your apartment. You sat up, now completely awake and terrified. You kept your hand on your now huge bump protectively as you rolled out of bed. You wondered if it was a wizard or witch, and if it was, hopefully it wasn’t an evil one. 

Reaching for a baseball bat near your nightstand, you cursed, knowing it stood no chance to a wand. But if it was a muggle, you could at least try to fight them off.

You heard another crash, followed by a curse word from the intruder’s lips. And then you heard them speak a spell you recognized, “Lumos.” You heard light footsteps walking down the hallway toward you. Your heart was beating rapidly in a panic for who was coming.

“I’ll fight you, asshole!” You yelled out as you gripped the baseball bat tightly, holding it up. You were ready to swing with every ounce of strength you had coursing through your veins, to protect yourself, but more importantly, your and Fred’s growing child.

“Y/n,” The voice calmly spoke as it got nearer to your bedroom. “It’s me,” He opened the door to your bedroom slightly and you dropped your baseball bat hard on the ground as the light from his wand illuminated your room. “George.”

“George?” you spoke out quietly, squinting your eyes at the tall figure that stood in front of you.

Your boyfriend’s twin brother stood in front of you, cautiously. He was covered in rubble and dried dirt. His familiar chocolate brown eyes were kind, as always, but also showed a hint of fear. “I came to tell you, it’s over,” he breathed out. “The war is over.”

Your heart fell into your stomach as a wave of both concern and relief hit you all at once. “What?”

He nodded as he scanned your face. “And Fred,” he breathed out. “He’s alive, but he was knocked unconscious.”

You cursed out as your knees slightly buckled, before quickly steading yourself. You were truly speechless at George’s words. You nervously looked down at your feet, but your vision was becoming obstructed by your growing bump. And in all of the concern and worry, you were suddenly reminded of what was going on inside, a child was growing.

“I’m,” you looked down at your bump, you were nearly five months pregnant and it showed. “I’m-” you tried once more.

George’s curious eyes found yours before he followed them downward, to your bump. “Are you-” he started, his eyes growing wide as his mouth fell open. “Pregnant?” His eyes found yours once more as a small smile spread to his lips, ecstatic that he was going to be an uncle, and his twin a dad.

You nodded at George, tears were now spilling down your cheeks. You were excited to finally tell another person that you were pregnant. But you were also upset that Fred wasn’t the first person you were telling. 

“Oh, George,” you sighed as you wiped the tears that continued to fall down your cheeks. 

George walked over to you, hugging you tightly. “Oh, darling,” George spoke out, as he soothingly stroked your hair. “Are you alright?”

“No,” you sighed. “Can I see Freddie?” you asked into his chest.

“Soon.” He spoke out, continuing to stroke your hair.

“Okay,” you sighed as you loosened your grip around his waist. 

“Y/n,” George breathed out.

“Yes?”

“I may have broken your lamp.”

May 5th, 1998

The day started as you poured George a cup of coffee. It had been three days since the battle of Hogwarts had ended, George told you everything that happened that night and the days leading up to it. Many lives were lost, many were injured. You felt more than grateful at the fact that Fred was alive, albeit injured. One hour into the battle, Fred had been knocked unconscious as he fell backwards against a stone wall, near the room of requirement. Percy and George were quick to move him out of the way and into safety.

George slept on the couch in your living room. You asked him to stay with you until you could see Fred, the anxiety around your pregnancy and your boyfriend’s near death consuming you. 

As George sipped at his coffee, an owl lightly tapped on the window near your kitchen. “Must be mum,” George spoke out as he sprang up from his chair and went to retrieve the letter. He quickly ripped opened the letter and scanned the contents before reading it out loud to you.

“George, Y/n, 

I’m beaming to say that early this morning, Fred woke up. Thank Merlin! He desperately wants to see both of you at once, especially Y/n. Please apparate to the Burrow once you receive this.

Love, Molly.”

The biggest smile took over your features as relief and joy washed over you at the words on the letter. Fred was awake. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you realized that when you saw him, you would finally be able to tell him that you were pregnant.

You looked over at George and as if he knew what plagued your mind, he spoke out. “He will be absolutely overjoyed, Y/n.”

You nodded as you smiled at him. You knew that Fred was going to be the best dad.

“And you’re going to be the best uncle, Georgie.”

He smiled at you as he offered out his hand for you to take. Holding his wand in the other, he looked over at you. “Ready?” He asked you kindly.

“Ready.”

You squeezed George’s hand as you felt the two of you spin and a rush of air blew past you. You never got used to apparating, and you suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit you at the quick spinning. 

Much to your relief, your feet suddenly hit the ground of the Burrow and immediately, you self consciously grabbed your belly. You faced the kitchen as you heard Molly’s comforting, familiar voice behind you.

“Y/n! George!” She exclaimed.

You inhaled a deep breath in, looking over at George as he nodded at you, in an encouraging way. You exhaled and turned to face her. You smiled and then rubbed your bump. Molly’s kind eyes followed downward, landing on your bump as her mouth slightly fell open in excitement. Her eyes grew wide. “Y/n!” She cheered, clapping her hands together. “Am I going to be a grandmother?” She whispered.

You nodded as you smiled back at her. “Yes, you are.”

She quickly wiped away her happy tears with the backs of her hands. “So, so good to see you dear,” She suddenly became an emotional mess. “Sorry,” She exhaled, as happy tears continued to fall down her round cheeks as George walked over to hug her. “Freddie’s laying on the couch. He may be sleeping though. Rough last few days, I’m sure George has filled you in.”

Nodding, you quietly walked into the living room. The back of the couch was facing you, you smiled as you saw that familiar head of red hair poking out on the end of the arm rest.

You cautiously walked around the side of it, noticing that Fred was, in fact asleep. Smiling, you took one last deep breath as you reached out to gently wake him up. “Freddie,” you whispered as you kneeled down in front of the couch, your bump hidden. You ran your fingers through his messy red hair. “Freddie, it’s me.”

Fred’s eyes started to flutter open. Once his warm, chocolate brown eyes were open wide enough, a huge smile immediately filled his entire face. “Y/n!” he exclaimed sleepily, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. “I’ve missed you so much, my love.” You stared at him for a moment, his hands cupping both sides of your face as he gently rubbed his fingers lovingly down your cheeks. 

“Freddie,” you started.

“Yes, my love?” He asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“I’ve got something important to tell you,”

His eyes grew wider in curiosity as he scanned your face. “Yeah?”

“I’m,” you started as you slowly got up off of your knees. 

As you got up, Fred’s eyes fell from your face onto your growing bump, his chocolate brown eyes immediately tearing up as a wide grin spread across his face. “Pregnant.” You finished, now fully standing in front of him.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed excitedly as he jumped off of the couch, pulling you into a tight, warm hug. You smiled as you embraced and you could feel a tear or two fall off of his cheek onto you. 

He leaned down to kiss you sweetly and your heart soared out of your chest. “I’m so happy.” He hummed as he lovingly ran his long, slender fingers up and down your back. 

You pulled away to look into his chocolate brown eyes intensely. “I’m due in September.” He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Is that so?” He asked seriously, before a mischievous smirk fell on his lips a moment later, he pulled his hand up to jokingly count on his fingers. “Yeah, that sounds about right to me,” He spoke out, chuckling.

You giggled as you ran your fingers up and down his arm.

“I’m so sorry I’ve missed out on so much your pregnancy, love, I-”

You shook your head as you gently shushed him. “No, don’t be,” you smiled. “I’m just happy that you’re here now.”

Fred smiled at you first, then at your bump. His large hand reached out and ran it lovingly down your belly. 

“Thank you for waiting, so that I could meet you.” He spoke to your growing child. “Merlin knows you could’ve been born during the war,” He breathed out. “Considering the way your mom and I can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other.” He whispered, before looking at you and smirking.

You giggled once more. “Yes, Freddie,” you hummed. “Our baby did wait for you.”

“And I’m so thankful for that.” He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your bump.

[oh-for-merlins-sake]

okokokok last one :))

and one last CONGRATS ON 100 YOU'LL BE AT 200 IN NO TIME BBY❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

ok can i get 🦋 for unpacking your new home with freddie and him helping set up the nursery bc the reader is like 3-4 months pregnant🥺🥺

and could i get a 💥 for songs fred would sing/put on and dance to with his children 🥺🥺❤❤

(((as you can tell, i

LOVE

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dad!fred)))

ok thats all from me :)) lots of love and hugs and smiles and kisses (with your consent c:) <33

AAAH thank you, jess!! also sorry i suck and this took FOREVER! also who DOESN’T love dad!fred omg. LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES BACK! xo

this is the last of the 100 sleepover requests! playlist is below the cut! i hope you enjoy!

You plopped into the rocking chair and watched Fred as he heaved the last of the cardboard boxes into the nursery. Your body was agonizingly sore, and you struggled to wiggle your shoes off of your swollen feet.

Fred dusted off his hands. “Well that only took,” he glanced at his watch, “Three and a half hours.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more helpful.”

“No, no, no, love, not to worry!” He rushed over, kneeling beside of you. “I didn’t want you lifting a single little finger of yours. Not with this one, at least.” He smiled as he gently poked the teeny bump that was beginning to form in your belly.

“You’re too good to me,” you said, lightly combing a hand through his tousled hair.

“Only because I love you,” he replied before kissing your tummy. “And you, too, little one!”

You giggled, and Fred jumped to his feet, eager to rip into one of the boxes that were strewn about the nursery.

Your eyes widened at his ambition. “Don’t you fancy a break, love?”

“Sort of,” he shrugged, “But I was thinking it could be fun to fix the cot together. What d’you say?”

“I think I can manage that,” you said, slowly rising from the chair.

Fred had been extraordinarily enthusiastic since the day you showed him that itsy little plus sign on the pregnancy stick. He was never one to cry, but Merlin, that brought on the waterworks. He immediately began babbling about every fascinating detail, from names, to first steps, to baby books, and even to nursery colors.

You chuckled to yourself, eyeing the periwinkle walls, as Fred rummaged around in one of the larger boxes. He handed you a pamphlet of instructions, which you flipped through until you found the diagrams written in English.

“I can’t believe it’s been four months already,” you sighed.

Fred pulled out a few fragments of the cot before crouching to the floor and arranging them in front of him. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he muttered, “Pretty soon we’ll have a tiny version of us running up and down the halls.”

You laughed. “I’m sure we’ll be in for a load of trouble!”

“Especially if it’s a strapping young boy!” He teased, bolting two pieces together.

“Merlin, that’s right! We find out next week, don’t we?” Your brain was becoming increasingly addled as your pregnancy trailed along. “Oh, Freddie, I’m so excited!”

“You’re excited? I keep having these dreams of a little girl running into the shop and calling me ‘dad’!” He said, clenching a screw between his teeth. “I’ve been dying to know!”

He placed the screw against a post as you flipped to the next page and pointed to the corresponding diagram.

After an hour or so, the cot was fully assembled and you were propped against the wall, stroking your stomach. Fred wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and grinned at you.

“What are you smiling about?” You teased.

“You’re just going to be a brilliant mum — you know that right?” He crawled over to you and placed a hand on your knee.

You blushed. “I really hope so.”

“Oh, I haven’t a doubt in my mind about it,” he assured.

You sighed peacefully as Fred kissed the top of your head. “And you’ll be an even better dad.”

do you believe in magic? - the lovin’ spoonful (OMG he would so put his little girl on his feet and twirl her around to this)

boots of spanish leather - bob dylan (i’m sorry, i just see freddie singing this whenever she struggles to fall asleep and my heart is bursting)

black bird - the beatles (ok SAME WITH THIS ONE)

you’re my best friend - queen (omg i have to stop here, or else i’m gonna make a playlist that’s 20 hours long and imagine fred dancing with his precious little girl the whole time and i simply cannot handle that)

@whizbangs-78 

[wandsandwheezes]

Could you write a dad!Fred Weasley hc please?

Fred would do anything for his kids, like he's defo the type of man to go completely overboard and spoil them because he wants them to have everything they could ever dream of and more.

He's also the type of dad to sing his kiddos to sleep or read them cute little bedtime stories just because he can, he is so proud of his little angels 😭

K now i want a baby BYEEEE ✋