Hi Hi! Can I request the prompts 23 and 15 from that long list you reblogged for Fred please if you write for him and if not then for George. Thank you :)
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15)“I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me.”
23) “I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you.”
A/n:I absolutely will write for anyone! Just haven't gotten a lot of requests so George is like a default. This is just pure fluff and I hope you like it :)))
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Good Night Moon
Fred absolutely hating having to work late. Every second seemed to drag on so slowly. Like the clock was trying to remind him you were all by yourself. Not that you weren’t a fully functioning adult, capable of taking care of yourself. But he still didn’t like it. You were no doubt either asleep, or sitting on the couch with a steaming cup of tea reading. Periodically stealing glances at the grandfather clock similar to the one in the burrow. Those were the nights he felt the most guilty. It wasn’t like it happened all the time but every now and then the shop just needed a deep cleaning and restock, and it always had to be after closing.
George had actually fallen asleep in one of the chairs and Fred decided to wake him up by setting off a decoy detonator which was quite funny, he had to admit. It wasn’t much longer until the pair both agreed to just continue this another day, it being close to midnight at this point. The pair start to lock up the shop before heading their separate ways.
The house is fairly dark when Fred gets home, the couch is empty so you must already be in bed. He smiles at the plate of food on the stove, but ends up putting it away. Having gotten take-out with George at some point during the cleaning process. He does the few dishes that are in the sink so you don’t have to wake up to them and blows out the few lanterns around the house.
After double checking all the doors are locked, he is suddenly feeling the effect of the late night.
Going up the stairs as quietly as possible, he notices that one of the doors is slightly open
As Fred peaks into the open room, his heart threatens to melt at the sight. You're curled up on the rocking chair in the corner, resting in your arms is your three month old son. The two of you look so peaceful, he almost doesn't want to wake you up, it’s so rare either of you get any of it these days. Still, maybe against his better judgement, he tiptoes into the room and gives you a little shake.
Luckily, you wake up pretty peacefully. A little groggy but no sudden jumps so your son stays sound asleep. It takes you a second to process the tall man standing over you but you can’t stop the soft smile that creeps onto your face.
“Hey. There's a big comfy bed in the other room that’s getting cold.” Fred whispers, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. You nuzzle into his hand and try not to laugh too much.
“I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me. So I found the next best thing, and he may have you beat Freddie.” Sleep is still obvious in your voice as you barely manage to slur the sentence together.
God he never had wanted to kiss you more than when those words left your mouth. How you managed to be so utterly adorable without even trying was something he still couldn’t wrap his head around.
“I should be jealous, but for some reason, I can’t find it in me.” He squats down so he can rest his head on the arm of the chair and runs a hand over his son's relaxed face. “Here, I’ll put him in his crib.” Fred says after a second.
You give a silent yawn and shake your head. “I got him. You go get ready for bed. I’ll be in a few.”
“Are you sure? You’ve already been with him all day.” He suddenly feels really guilty for having stayed at work those few extra hours.
“Yeah, of course. He was really easy. Now go.” You shoot back in a fake stern voice.
“God, I love you.” He says before kissing your forehead and then doing the same to your son. Who luckily is still snoring softly against your shoulder.
Fred tiptoes back across the room and into the bedroom across from the nursery. As quickly, as he can he hops into the shower and gets into some pj’s. The whole process couldn’t have taken more than 5 minutes.
When he walked out of the bathroom, he was expecting you to be in the middle of the bed like you always did when you were waiting for him. Letting out a sign, he walked back across the hall and laughed at what he saw.
You had fallen back asleep, perfect little bundle still in your arms. Walking back to your shared bedroom, he grabs the quilt Molly gave to you at your wedding and goes to throw it over you.
You give a little snore out and he just chuckles to himself before planting one last kiss on your forehead. As he walks out of the room, he glances back at you sleeping and mutters to himself
“I promise I’ll never let anything bad happen to you”