#molly weasy birthday

[midgardianweasley]

Hey! Can I get a George Weasley fluff where you’re baking a cake, and he ends up joining and throwing some batter at you, and it ultimately ends in a food fight. Then he kisses the batter off your lips. Please and thank you <3

Of course! Here you go love, I hope you like it <33

Aprons and Kitchens

George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: George claims he’s going to help Y/N bake a cake for his mothers birthday, but, chaos follows him wherever he goes.

Word Count: 1187 words

Warnings: fluffier than cotton balls - consider yourself warned

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Today was the day. It was my mother in law’s birthday, Molly Weasley. Ever since dating her son, George Weasley, she’s taken me in like I'm one of her own and has always made me feel so welcome at the burrow. She has been like a second mother to me over the years and because of that, I’d said that I want to be the one to make her birthday cake, as a way to express my appreciation of the love and support she’s not only shown me, but George and I as a couple. I’d just finished laying out all of the ingredients i’d needed, flour, eggs, milk, all of the initial basics and the equipment i needed. I’d decided to wake up relatively early to get a head start, expecting to be working on it myself, until I started icing that is, knowing George liked to steal some when he thinks I'm not looking. I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel two arms wrap around my waist from behind and a soft whisper in my ear, slightly raspy from just having woken up.

“Guess who”

“Hmm” I muttered, practically hearing the smirk on his face.

“Fred?” I gasped, but before I could begin to turn around to see the shocked look on his face, one that I knew was there waiting for me, I felt his fingers dig into my sides and begin to tickle me, sending me into an inescapable laughing fit. If laughing was a workout, this man would’ve given me an eight pack by now.

“Okay okay okay stop” I yelped between laughs “I learned my lesson! I’m sorry!”

“You have to say the magic word, and I’ll stop”

“Pleeeease?” I looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes

“Well, it was actually ‘Georgeisthebesthusbandintheentireworld’” He quickly spoke, “But i’ll make an exception seeing as you said it so nicely.”

A blush crept onto my face as I quickly turned back around, looking over the recipe once more to ensure I knew what I was doing when out of the corner of my eye, I saw George grab two aprons that had been given to us as a wedding gift by Fred, they were a light blue colour with ‘Mr’ on one and ‘Mrs’ on the other in Black cursive writing. He put my apron on first, pulling my hair out of where it had been tucked under the neck string, and tied the string at my waist in a loose bow before tugging his one on. “Okay, where do we start?”

~TImeskip~

Things had been going well so far, we worked in a comfortable silence, with the occasional comment or question murmured between the both of us. It was perfectly peaceful, until I felt George poke my arm, leaving a little circular mark of flour on my arm. I’d decided to pretend I hadn’t noticed, hoping that it would be left at a poke. This hope soon faded when I then felt, not a poke, but a full handprint landed on my arm, leaving whatever flour that didn’t fall to the floor, on my arm again.

“George! We need to finish this cake for your mum's birthday, it needs to be perfect!” Playfully shoving him, expecting him to take it even just a little bit seriously, but, this is George Weasley, his middle name may as well be ‘mischief’. This point was clearly shown to me when I then felt a handful of flour thrown towards me and hit my face. I attempted to look annoyed, but failed the second I turned round and saw his cheeky grin looking mighty proud of himself, it was impossible to hide my smile when looking at his.

“You know I’m literally holding an egg, right?” I smirk, but before I could get a chance to follow through with my threat, I felt the other side of my face receive a healthy handful of flour.

“Okay, you asked for it, it’s on.” I smacked the egg onto his chest, yolk covering the ‘R’ on his apron. Not having a chance to laugh at the fact that he now had an apron appearing to barely have an ‘M’ left on it, I ran and ducked behind the counter and the brown stools that were tucked away underneath. Thankfully, i’d managed to grab a bag of sugar on my route to escape the wrath of George in ‘food fight’ mode, grabbing a big handful of the grains and throwing them in his general direction. Thinking I was safe where I was hiding, was a big mistake, when I suddenly felt a wooden spoonful worth of batter splat onto my head, ultimately running down the sides and leaving a less than pleasant feeling on my scalp. He’s totally in for it now.

After a lot of laughing, throwing, poking, slapping, and basically making the biggest mess a pair can make, we eventually called a truce, realising that we would eventually need to clean it up, and although we could use magic, we sometimes liked washing and drying up together. Walking towards me, George held his hand out and we shook on it, agreeing that upon looking at the mess and the now severe lack of eggs, we’d need to stop before we end up not having enough to bake Molly’s cake, something I was not letting happen in a million years.

“You’ve made such a mess George Weasley!”

“Says the one with batter on her face, Y/N Weasley!”

Moving my hand to both sides of my face, I wiped them over, hoping to rid myself of the attack of batter I'd faced.

“Did I get it?”

“Almost, just missed a spot on your cheek.” He smiled, looking in awe of me attempting to blindly clean my face, ultimately making it worse, covering it with sugar, but I’m sure it was fun watching me try, for the second time.

“How about now?”

“Here, let me get it” Shutting my eyes, expecting to feel his thumb rub off where i’d missed, I felt a pair of lips gently press against mine, his tongue softly pressing against my lips, but before I could deepen the kiss, he pulls away, licking his lips in the process.

“There we go, all gone!” He winked

“You told me it was my cheek!” I exclaimed, although, I wasn’t really complaining

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to kiss my gorgeous wife”

Smiling, I lean up, hovering my lips just above his, muttering so quietly that I’m surprised he’d heard me

“Bubble war for round two?”

He pulled my body closer to his, stroking my hips, lips still not touching, but I could still feel his breath clashing with mine.

“Merlin, I love you” was all I heard before I felt his lips back on mine, the only thought on my mind while pulling away being that, I was glad we’d started on this cake early.

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