multi-fandom one shots

george weasley x reader

word count: 841
type: PURE fluff
warnings: grief, sappy shit, pregnancy
a/n: it kinda jumps all over the place and it's really short but i really like this one :)

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"love, do you know what tomorrow is?"

"april fool's day. the shop will be booming!"

"george, what else is on april fool's day?"

george sighs. "my birthday."

"do you want to do something?"

he runs a hand over his face, sitting on the edge of our bed. "i'm going to busy with the shop so i don't want to go to the burrow. maybe just a cake here."

i nod. "that works. i'll get you a cake and some candles tomorrow while you're working," i say, kissing the top of his head.

——

"you won't believe the day i've had!" george says, walking up the stairs of our flat to the kitchen. "there were so many people. we probably made hundreds-"

he stood in his place when he noticed me. i had the cake in my hands, candles on the cake. i place the cake on our table, smiling at him.

"happy birthday, george," i say, walking up to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

he smiles softly.

"come on. blow out the candles," i say, dragging him towards the cake.

he smiles before blowing out the candles.

i clap a bit before going to the kitchen to grab a knife. when i come back, george is sitting in a chair, his head in hands as he lets out a shaky sob.

"george," i say, setting down the knife and rushing over to him. he's crying, sobs racking his body. "baby, what's wrong? why are you crying?"

"fred," he manages to get out between tears.

merlin, fred. how could i be so stupid?

"i've always blown out the candles with him, but he's not here. i just miss him so much, y/n," george says, still crying.

i pull him into a hug, letting him cry. "it's okay, love. just let it out. i'm here for you."

——

"georgie," i call, drawing out his name.

he looks up from his work, his hair messy and his sleeves rolled up.

"y/n/n," he responds, drawing out my name in a similar way.

"i have to tell you something," i say, walking over to him.

"what does my lovely wife want to tell me?" he says, smiling at me.

"well, there's a way to put this lightly, but i think you could handle it if i just give it to you bluntly. i'm pregnant."

george's jaw drops before his expression is replaced with a huge smile. "i'm going to be a dad?"

"of course not. it's malfoy's baby."

george laughs, giving me a hug.

"yes, george. you're going to be a dad," i say, wrapping my arms around him.

——

"okay, george. baby names," i say, sitting down on the couch next to him.

"if it's a girl, we could name her after molly."

"or minerva."

"i don't want to call our possible daughter minerva. that's just ugly."

"we can call her minnie."

george smiles. "smart and beautiful? i'm truly blessed."

"what if it's a boy?"

i can see george swallow. "fred."

"george-"

"if we have a boy i want to name him after fred. middle name and everything."

i offer him a small smile, slipping my hand into his and giving it a squeeze. "you sure?" i ask.

"positive."

——

"george! get down here! we need to blow out the candles on your cake!"

"we have a cake?"

i turn around, spotting the four-year-old troublemaker with flaming red hair i gave birth to.

"yes, it's dad's birthday, remember?"

george climbs up the stairs, meeting us in the kitchen. "please tell me it's chocolate," he says, walking towards us.

"what kind of wife do you think i am?" i say, flashing the chocolate cake.

george smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "a wonderful one."

"nice save, weasley."

george sits down at the table, his son sitting at the chair next to him.

i set the cake down in front of him as the toddler next to us starts to sing. once we both finish the song, george smiles before attempting to blow out the candles.

he tries again, seemingly blowing only on the side of the cake.

"freddie, do you think you could help me blow out these candles?" george asks, turning to fred.

fred nods excitedly, sitting up and blowing out all the candles with his dad.

"perfect," george says, smiling at fred then me.

i can see tears well up in his eyes as he smiles up at me. "let's cut the cake!" he says, sniffling a bit.

i pick up the knife and walk over to the cake, cutting a slice off.

"i got to blow out the candles with fred again," george whispers to me, smiling widely as a tear falls down his face.

i smile widely, a tear falling from my eyes too at the thought.

"why are you crying, mommy?" fred asks, looking at me with concern.

i inhale, smiling widely at the boy. "it's nothing. i'm just very happy you're here."

george smiles, wiping the tears from his face. "me too, fred. me too."