the perfect present || fred weasley
request: Okay, so I have a request for a oneshot/ imagine where Fred is alive and happily married to the reader who is either a muggle or muggle born. And on Arthur’s birthday, the reader gives him a rubber duck for his birthday due to his curiosity for them. I don’t know haha this has been on my mind for a while and I thought it was super cute!! Thank you for your time! :)
a/n: the title sucks lmao
word count: 416
Ah, there’s nothing like a birthday party. No, not the kiddie ones where the parents deal with screaming children; a nice, fun, relaxed party: Arthur Weasley’s.
You had been married to Fred for as long as the war ended, and his dad’s birthday was coming up. His parents absolutely adored you, plus you were Fred’s wife, leading to your invite.
It was a beautiful February afternoon, and the snow was glistening prettier than ever. Laughter and conversation filled the living room, as not only Arthur’s friends were there, but his children’s, too.
You were a muggleborn, and understood Arthur’s fascination with Muggle things very well, leading you to get the perfect present. You looked at your present that you left by the front door, along with everyone else, and examined it. It was finely wrapped in orange wrapping paper, and topped with white ribbon and a red bow,
You sighed, getting the attention of your husband, leading him to put his arm around your shoulder. You cuddled into him and rubbed your hands to warm yourself up.
“Alright, tea’s ready,” Molly called, setting a bowl of fruit on the table. Everyone gathered around the table to take seats. There was an arrangement of foods: salad, turkey, sandwiches, fruit, etc, and it was very appetizing,
Once everyone had finished their meals, they had moved into the living room to open gifts. “Mine, first! Mine, first!” Ginny had called, leading Arthur to open a small box with tickets inside. “They’re train tickets to France, for you and Mum,” she smiled. Arthur thanked her and moved on with the presents.
After a few more presents, he picked up yours. You told him it was yours, and he began to open it. He folded the openings of the package to find a yellow rubber duck inside. Along with it was a card, not only saying “Happy Birthday”, but uses and meanings for the rubber duck.
Arthur looked up at you and smiled. “I know how curious you were about that, so now you get a personal one,” you explained. “This is wonderful. Thanks, Y/N,” he responded, examining the duck.
“This is why I married her,” Fred smirked. “Only this reason?” you asked, raising one eyebrow. “Yep, only this one. I knew long ago that you would get my old man this present, and I knew that I had to marry you,” he concluded, causing you to laugh. “Whatever you say.”