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My very lovely and dear friend @kjs-s asked for some Mycroft, so here you go.

J: Jealousy and O: Open

J: Jealousy; How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Mycroft Holmes does not get jealous, he does not have time for such petty emotions The irritation he is feeling right now, as he watches you across the room, is purely because that FBI agent talking to you is a little too close. The man has invaded your personal space and this prickling sensation, this heat on the back of his neck is simply indignation on your behalf. The rage he feels when the agent dares to touch your arm, that isn’t jealousy, no, he just wants to protect you and anyone who has physical contact with you makes him wary.

Mycroft gravitates towards you naturally, and it is certainly not because he has an overwhelming desire to glare at this man who thinks it is perfect acceptable to smile at you in such a seductive manner. His hand finds its way to rest on the small of your back, his cold, icy stare not leaving the agent for a moment. His shoulders are tight, his whole body ready to engage in some sort of confrontation be it verbal or physical, although he quickly calculates his chances in a physical altercation are not favourable. He feels your arm slip around waist and your body pressed against his side and it’s like a weight has been lifted from his chest. His gaze shifts down to you and the anger subsides, he is once again at peace. His eyes find the the FBI agent once again but this time his vision is unclouded. This man is no threat to him, no threat to your relationship. That doesn’t stop the cutting remarks that fall from Mycroft’s lips and the smug satisfaction he feels as the man scuttles away.

Mycroft Holmes likes to believe he does not get jealous, but you know better.

O: Open; When would they start to reveal things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?

Mycroft Holmes is quite a closed book, it's just how he has programmed himself to be and to change that mindset is very difficult. When he does start to open up, it is rather stilted but you can see he is trying. Be patient with him, you may never know everything about the enigma that is Mycroft Holmes but you will certainly know more than anyone else.

#Mycroft Holmes #Alphabet HCs #Mycroft Holmes x reader

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My amazing friend @kjs-s knows how much I adore my ginger General, so here's some more hc's for you.

I:I Love You and L: Little Ones

I: I Love You; How fast do they say the 'l' word?

Armitage Hux loves you, he knows it deep down in his soul, but just the thought of admitting it even to himself terrifies him. It really isn’t a case of how fast he says it, more of an how long can you wait? Even after those three words fall from your lips, he cannot bring himself to utter them, to be that vulnerable.

When he does confess, it will not be an elegant declaration. You will have returned to him, irritated by something Ren had done, pacing the room as you ranted animatedly, all wild hand gestures, face pulling and imitating the stupid force user. A wave of adoration will wash over him as he chuckles at your depiction of Ren and the words just escape him. His eyes widen in fear, but the moment he saw your expression, he felt he should have told you sooner.

L: Little Ones; How are they around children?

Armitage Hux projects a ruthless, ambitious, authoritarian demeanour and so it would seem that he would be an unlikely candidate for someone who is naturally good with children.

However, despite his stern exterior, he does have a soft spot for children. Not in an obvious way, it's more that he sees them as blank slates, untainted by the complexities of the adult world, an innocence he was never allowed to indulge in.

He is awkward and uncomfortable around them, and he finds it a challenge to connect with them on an emotional level, but there are rare moments he finds himself drawn to them. If a child displays intelligence or determination, any attribute he sees in himself, then he will spend time imparting knowledge and ensuring they take on his own ideology.

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Alphabet HCs

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A lovely Anon snuck into my ask box and wanted some of my favourite Weasley, so here's some George thoughts for you.

U:Ugly, N: Night and X: Xtra

U:Ugly; What would be some bad habits of theirs?

George has many positive qualities, but nobody is perfect. Being the younger twin, he is used to Fred being the driving force when it comes to initially making decisions and so George has a tendency to procrastinate more than a little. He is a master at putting off tasks especially if they're not particularly enjoyable or if he's feeling overwhelmed by the demands of work.

He is also quite messy. His creative mind is constantly buzzing with new ideas and inventions, so his workspace could become quite cluttered and disorganized as he picks things up and drops them as ideas flit through his mind. He might have a habit of leaving things lying around, much to the frustration of anyone sharing a space with him.

N: Night; How are nights spent with them?

A night spent with George Weasley would be an unforgettable blend of laughter, creativity, and heartfelt moments.

George is an excellent storyteller and his catalogue of humorous anecdotes and tales from his time at school have everyone who hears them in stitches. The witty remarks and embellishments he peppers his stories with make your face ache with how much you have been smiling.

Amidst the laughter and excitement, there may also be moments of depth and sincerity. George might open up about his feelings regarding the loss of Fred and how he's learned to cope with grief over time as the night wares on, especially if the fire whiskey has been flowing.

No night with George would be complete without indulging in some sweet treats. Whether it's sampling the latest creations from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes or raiding the kitchen for leftover goodies, George's enthusiasm for food adds an extra layer of enjoyment to the evening.

Whatever the evening has brought, it always ends up with the two of you cuddling, either on the sofa, the floor in front of the fire, or a bed.

X: Xtra; A random headcanon for them.

George loves Muggle music. Sure, he has his favourite wizarding world bands but there's just something about Muggle music that pulls him in.

It started during his time at school and he would pay muggle born students to bring him cassettes any time there was a holiday and they were headed home. He managed to get himself a walkman and could be found sat down by the Black Lake listening to whatever treasures he had acquired. He would love to go to a Muggle concert, but he has no clue how to go about it.

#George Weasley #George Weasley x reader #Alphabet HCs

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Some more Anon requested Hux... because I adore this man.

G:Gentle and K:Kisses

G:Gentle; How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Physically, Hux may not be inclined toward overt displays of gentleness. His disciplined nature means his mannerisms are often rigid and controlled, however, in moments of vulnerability or intimacy, he reveals glimpses of a softer side, especially when dealing with his inner turmoil. These are the moments he will lay with his head in your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair as he tries to make sense of the inner conflict of who he is and who he feels he needs to be.

Emotionally, Hux is deeply conflicted, struggling with the weight of his ambitions and the expectations placed upon him, desperate to prove himself. While he may project an image of strength and ruthlessness, he harbours insecurities and fears beneath the surface, which often manifest in various ways, from bursts of anger to long, deep silences where he just needs to be held.

K:Kisses; What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

A kiss from Armitage Hux will always make your heart flip, no matter what. His kisses are often precise and deliberate, used more as a shorthand to communicate something, but on occasion his restraint slips and the intensity of his kisses scares him.

He focuses on kissing your forehead or cheek, a gestures that conveys a sense of protectiveness and affection, most often done when parting company and a way for him to say that he cares deeply without him actually having to say the words.

As for where he likes to be kissed, well, he craves moments of tenderness and intimacy and enjoys being kissed on the lips, relishing the closeness and connection it brings. Each time you kiss him on his lips he can't believe that this is his life, that you are choosing to allow him this privilege.

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Alphabet HCs

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A rather sweet Anon hit me up for this, so I hope you like it.

F:Fiance, J: Jealousy and Y: Yuck

F:Fiance; How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Armitage approaches marriage with a sense of caution and pragmatism. He recognises that this is a seriously weighty responsibility and he needs to assess his priorities.

He does not have the best role models when it comes to marriage, and as much as he would love to have a stable and secure relationship, he is terrified that his vulnerability could lead to betrayal and a loss of control. Despite these concerns, the idea of a formal acknowledgement of the commitment between him and his significant other appeals to him.

The speed at which he would get married depends entirely on the circumstances of the relationship. Generally he would be cautious and take his time to consider all the implications, however, if he sees an immediate benefit to his career, that man won't think twice about proposing.

J: Jealousy; How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Hux's jealousy definitely stem from a similar place of protectiveness and possessiveness, rather than from insecurity or personal rivalry. It manifests as a simmering intensity beneath his composed exterior, driven by a desire to protect what he perceives as his.

When Hux feels jealous, he becomes cold and detached, watching the interaction with his jaw tensed and teeth gritted. If he perceives a threat to his relationship, he would react with a calculated and strategic approach. Armitage would subtly assert his presence, ensuring that his significant other knows he is there to support and protect them while also ensuring whoever has been stupid enough to get too close to his other half is fully aware that you are his. His actions might convey a sense of possessiveness, such as placing a hand on your back and standing close to you.

His jealousy is tempered by his rationality and pragmatism, causing him to analyse the situation objectively, considering the potential consequences of his actions before making his move, but in private, he would need reassurance that whatever he had done had your approval.

Y: Yuck; What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

Armitage's preferences and dislikes are heavily influenced by his background, and his desire for control, order, and success. As such, he hates incompetence in any form. He can cope with a partner who may not be ambitious but not one who is incompetent or disrespectful.

Loyalty is also a big deal for him so if he feels betrayed than that person is pretty much dead to him.

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Alphabet HCs

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A Little Comfort

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.

A/N:  anon

George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.

It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.

As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.

The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.

As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.

After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.

"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."  

George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.

"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”

George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.

“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.

“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”

George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.

"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.

"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”

With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.

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Just because i meant to ask for one of weach list I will send the same letters for the SFW one too. But because foius asks are too much do any and as many as you want.

So one for Mycroft from the SFW with J and O. Thank you. Love you.

I will always very happily write my favourite Holmes.

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Last one again do as many as you want This one for Hux with SFW and I and L. Thank you.

For you, sweetie, absolutely.

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Hi! I would like to request Remus Lupin NSFW. With the alphabets A, B , E and Y. If that's too many you can do any two. Thanks

Oh my, some Remus! Old or young, that's the question.

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Loving your headcanons so far! Obviously the NSFW ones are wonderfully spicy, but I'm curious about J and S for Hux?

More Hux, absolutely

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hiiii! could I pretty please request SFW u, n, and x for George :-)

Yes yes yes

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hi :) i loooooved your hux alphabet post, id love to see your take on literally every letter bc that was just perfect 😩💕 for now ill limit myself to asking if you could do g & k from the sfw list tho

Totally added to the list.

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mayhaps sfw F, J, Y for the ginger babygirl Armitage Hux please?🙏

I've got 4 Hux in my inbox and I am very happy about that.

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george weasley, J and V (nsfw list ✨️) ??

Totally added to my list.

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A Little Comfort

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.

A/N:  anon

George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.

It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.

As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.

The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.

As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.

After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.

"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."  

George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.

"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”

George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.

“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.

“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”

George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.

"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.

"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”

With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.

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A Little Comfort

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.

A/N:  anon

George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.

It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.

As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.

The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.

As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.

After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.

"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."  

George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.

"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”

George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.

“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.

“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”

George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.

"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.

"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”

With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.

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A Little Comfort

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley finds himself longing for the comfort of being the little spoon, but his pride and embarrassment hold him back from asking. As he navigates his feelings, he discovers that vulnerability can lead to unexpected moments of intimacy.

Word Count: 1022 words

Prompt: Georgie wanting to be the little spoon but too embarrassed to ask. Just well built guy wanting spooned or to sit in your lap with his hair getting played with.

A/N:  anon

George Weasley was many things: a prankster, an inventor, a loyal friend. But there was one thing he longed for more than anything else, something he kept hidden behind his confident facade—the desire to be cared for, to let his guard down and be wrapped up in the arms of someone who loved him. George Weasley just wanted to find love. It wasn't something he openly admitted to, especially not to his twin brother Fred, who would never let him live it down. George had always been the one to be the protector, but lately, he found himself yearning for the warmth and comfort of being held.

It was a quiet evening at The Burrow, the fire crackling in the hearth as George sat with his family, lost in his thoughts. He watched as his siblings and their significant others chatted and laughed, envy gnawing at him as he longed for the kind of closeness they shared.

As the night wore on, George found himself drawn to the idea of being held more and more. He imagined the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the soothing rhythm of a heartbeat against his back. But admitting his desire felt like an insurmountable hurdle. What would his people think? Would they mock him mercilessly, or worse, pity him for his vulnerability? George couldn't bear the thought of being seen as weak, even if it meant denying himself the comfort he craved.

The days passed, and George's longing only grew stronger. He tried to bury his feelings beneath layers of humor and bravado, but they lingered in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he was denying himself. Every person who crossed his path was assessed for romantic partner potential, but nobody seemed to measure up.

One evening, as the family gathered for dinner at The Burrow. Charlie had brought one of his many friends with him and George found himself sitting next to you. He stole glances at you when he thought no one was looking, admiring the way your eyes sparkled with laughter and the way your smile lit up the room. This wasn’t the first time you had been a guest of the Weasley family but there was something different this time, something that seemed to call out to George, drawing him in.

As the meal progressed, George's desire to be near you grew almost unbearable. He could hardly concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed with thoughts of you holding him close, your soft touch soothing his troubled heart. But as much as he longed for it, George couldn't bring himself to ask. The fear of rejection, of being laughed at or dismissed, held him back, trapping him in a cycle of longing and self-doubt.

After dinner, as the family dispersed to their various activities, George found himself alone with you in the living room. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, bathing everything in a soft, flickering light.

"Hey, George," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "Are you okay? You seem a bit...distracted tonight."  

George hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to confide in you. But something in your eyes, the genuine concern and warmth you showed him, gave him the courage to speak.

"I...I've been feeling a bit off lately," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just...struggling with some things, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," you offered gently. “I know we’ve never really talked, but, and don’t tell Charlie this, you are most likely my favourite Weasley.”

George felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his unspoken desires pressing down on him.

“Thanks. I mean, for the talking and the favourite thing.” His cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were always so kind to him, it was no surprise he seemed to have developed a bit of a crush on you. “Things have just been a little…” he trailed off; his brow furrowed.

“Stressful? I know you must be feeling a little like a third wheel now Fred and Angelina are together. It’ll be fine though, just focus on what you want.”

George considered your words, and, in a moment of bravery, he blurted out what he had been so desperately trying to keep in; too afraid to confess.

"I...I want to be the little spoon," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

To his surprise, you didn't laugh or mock him. Instead, you smiled softly, your eyes shining with understanding and compassion.

"George," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be held. Everyone needs comfort sometimes, even the strongest among us. I think you’d make quite a good little spoon.”

With those words, something inside George shifted. The weight of his fears began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief and acceptance. He had bared his soul to you, and instead of ridiculing him, you had embraced him with open arms.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Without hesitation, you pulled him into a warm embrace, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. George leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling of being held, his eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

Several hours later, Charlie wandered through the living room, his eyebrow raising and a smirk playing on his lips at the scene before him. The two of you were lay on the sofa, half asleep. You were stroking George’s hair and whispering words of comfort, while George’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips and a sense of peace washing over him. Charlie slowly backed out of the room, leaving the two of you in peace. He’d always wondered how long it would take you and George to get together, and now it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait much longer for that answer.

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