#George Weasley blurb

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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.

Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.

A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!

Merry Christmas x

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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you. 

Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire. 

“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.

“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.” 

Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy. 

“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.” 

Best friend

Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with. 

Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time. 

“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?” 

George smirks, you do listen to every word they say. 

“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.” 

“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.” 

Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks. 

“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.” 

The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you. 

You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck. 

You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.

“Everything okay baby?”

Baby. 

You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred. 

“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask. 

“How long are we gone for?”

“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”

“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.” 

“So three weeks?”

The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed. 

You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed. 

“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it. 

Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed. 

“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast. 

George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred. 

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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace. 

Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve. 

Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins. 

So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air. 

“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger. 

“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family. 

“I think they’re going to kick our ass.” 

“Oh without a doubt.” 

You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’. 

Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down. 

“Later losers” 

You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass. 

“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground. 

You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless. 

“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you. 

You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink. 

Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking. 

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.” 

Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. 

The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment. 

They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm. 

“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face. 

“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”

You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins. 

“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face. 

“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?” 

You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin. 

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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon. 

Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered. 

“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly. 

“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed. 

“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed. 

“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement. 

Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body. 

“My eyes are here baby.” 

That fucking nickname.

“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?” 

George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s. 

I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins. 

“Noted.” 

Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.

“We’re sick of this game love.” 

“We know you want us.”

“Fuck, we want you.”

“That shit you pulled during the game.”

“Dangerous.”

“Slutty.”

“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.” 

My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed. 

“I’m yours?”

The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip. 

“Should we remind you?”

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“We forget what you feel like.”

“Sound like.” 

They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs. 

Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me. 

“Are you our Christmas gift?” 

You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle. 

“Don’t be shy, baby.”

“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move. 

George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s. 

“How lucky are we Freddie.” 

“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass. 

George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips. 

“Please.” You whimper. 

George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours. 

“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples. 

“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him. 

“Say that again.”

“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.

“We’re going to ruin you.” 

Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served. 

“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on. 

George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair. 

“Might want to fix that baby.”

“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs. 

Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave. 

After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.  

“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove. 

“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.” 

No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work. 

Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks. 

“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction. 

“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air. 

“And Y/n?” Molly smiles. 

“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.” 

Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins. 

“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades. 

You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break. 

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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life. 

Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush. 

You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom. 

“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body. 

George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous. 

George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip. 

“What’s Freddie going to say?” 

The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“Why don’t you tell him and find out.” 

George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.

“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”

Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers. 

“You answer daddy when he asks a question.” 

“Only for you daddy.” 

George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin. 

“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.” 

You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.

“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred. 

George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin. 

“This is all for you.” 

Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes. 

“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.” 

You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand. 

“I’ve missed this pussy baby.” 

He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it. 

“So sweet.” 

If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock. 

“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin. 

“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”

His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer. 

“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.” 

George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm. 

“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.” 

It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum. 

“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls. 

Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head. 

“So tight and wet for me.”

“Such a good girl for daddy.” 

Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body. 

The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long. 

“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.” 

You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high. 

“Look at you, such a whore.” 

You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you. 

“D-don’t stop.” 

Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum. 

“Cover my cock baby.”

Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you. 

George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss. 

“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips. 

“Let’s get you ready for bed.” 

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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys. 

“I hear you had fun last night.” 

You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle. 

“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.” 

“Freddie.”

“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.” 

Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face. 

“Daddy.”

Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them. 

“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.” 

“I did.” 

You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum. 

“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?” 

His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob. 

“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.” 

Fred smirks, chuckling at your response. 

“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”

He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.

“You want me to fuck you better than George.”

“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand. 

Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop. 

“He was right, you’re a slut for me.” 

You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours. 

“Get on your knees and show me what you want.” 

Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold. 

You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips. 

“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face. 

You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth. 

“Such a messy baby.” 

Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock. 

“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips. 

“Just for you daddy.”

“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you. 

“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”

Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs. 

“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed. 

You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air. 

“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.” 

Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat. 

“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?” 

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” 

“Mm, what would George say?”

“Fuck, please, fuck me.” 

You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips. 

“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you. 

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”

You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material. 

Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.” 

“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.” 

You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock. 

His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit. 

“Fuck, Freddie.”

Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.

“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches. 

“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.” 

Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster. 

“Daddy, so good.”

He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you. 

“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin. 

You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself. 

Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you. 

“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces. 

“We’re so lucky Freddie.”

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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.

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[vilentia]

Physical Touch

George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley discovers his love language of physical touch in his relationship, leading to a deeper understanding and connection.

Just wrote something short to get the idea out of my system.

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In their sixth year at Hogwarts, George Weasley and you had stumbled into a relationship as unexpectedly as one might stumble upon a hidden room in the castle. It was fresh, exhilarating, and filled with the kind of magic that didn't require a wand.

In the bustling corridors and beneath the ancient trees of the Hogwarts grounds, George had a way of speaking without words. His fingers would absentmindedly play with a strand of your hair during study sessions, his hand would find yours under the table in the Great Hall, and during quiet moments in the common room, his thumb would draw invisible patterns on your skin. These small gestures were his language of affection, his way of saying you mattered in a world that was often too loud and chaotic.

One crisp autumn day, as you both lounged by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid's tentacles occasionally break the surface, Fred Weasley, George's inseparable twin, ambled over with a mischievous grin. "Merlin’s beard, George! Do you need a magical adhesive to keep your hands off her for a second?"

George's smile faltered, and a shadow of doubt crossed his face. You laughed it off, assuming it was just Fred being Fred, but something shifted in George after that.

He became hesitant, his touches fewer and more restrained. The corridors seemed colder, the classes longer, and the common room a bit less welcoming. You felt the change but couldn't understand it. Why had George, always so warm and playful, suddenly turned into a distant echo of himself?

One chilly evening, in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by ancient tomes and the soft glow of candles, you decided to breach the silence. "George, what's wrong? You've been acting so differently."

He looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. "I... Fred made a comment the other day. About me always touching you. I started thinking, maybe it's too much. Maybe I'm making you uncomfortable."

You reached out, your hand covering his. "George, do you know what love languages are?"

He shook his head, confusion written across his face.

"They're the ways we express and feel love. Yours, I think, is physical touch. It's not too much, George. It's just your way of showing you care. I love it. It makes me feel close to you."

A small, relieved smile broke through George's uncertainty. "Really? I never thought about it like that. I just... feel more 'me' when I'm close to you."

Grinning, you nudged his shoulder playfully. "Well, feel free to be 'you'. Hogwarts can be a big, lonely castle, but your touch makes it feel a lot more like home."

From that moment, George's hesitancy melted away. His touches returned, each one a silent word in a language only the two of you understood. And in the middle of a school full of magic and mysteries, you found comfort and warmth in the simplest magic of all - a touch, a look, a connection that needed no spells to be real.

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[apparentlytheproblem]

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: Its been a while hoes :) , so im happy that i'm expanding the characters i write for, hope you're happy with how this turned out :) with so much love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

Georgie Weasley was the one with all the cards up his sleeve and plenty of quick retorts and answers. And today he managed to climb up her window and perch himself upon its sill, his favourite spot in the entire world. okay, maybe after being in your arms.

What she wouldn't have given to see Molly have a look at her son now, her son who promised his dear mother that he was going to retire a bit early since how absolutley exhausting his day was.But then again, this was the most George Weasley coded thing to do.

Wouldn't you look at him now? sneaking around and climbing fences to spends a few hours to see his girl.

It was past twelve, a perfect hour for a certain redhead to keep good company.

Just the sight of her would have been enough for Georgie dearest, even just letters, but georgie has always been marked as an overachiever. So why would he not take a few risks to see a sight as pretty as them? maybe stick around a little bit, I mean he'd just do about anything for a hug that would stop his heart.

That's all the Weasley needed, that and maybe a kiss to keep him warm on the way back?

"Hello gorgeous"

gorgeous?

"Hi handsome" she retorted now standing pressed up against the door.

as one hand snaked up her waist and the other arm leaned his weight on the door as he leaned in ever so carefully for a kiss. she melted. absolutley melted into him, entranced by the 'i miss you' s and 'i adore you' s between each one.

her palms squished his face as his knee made its retirement between her thighs.

"you missed me?" she cheekily whispered playfully.

another kiss landed on her forehead

"mhm so much" he whispered resting his forehead on hers, tucking strands of loose hair behind her ears, with his thumb caressing their cheek

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[suugarbabe]

foolish flowers | g.w x reader

word count: ~1.5k

summary: little georgie blurb based on an ask I recieved and lost.

warning: fluff

The dinging above the door alerted you that a customer had walked into the shop. You did your best to sound polite as you shouted from the back, “I’ll be right up.” Whoever had walked in told you to take your time, but you still found yourself rushing a bit as to not appear rude. 

You walked from the back with a bushel of Aster flowers in your arms, completely obstructing your view. You feel yourself nearly tripping over a pot as you’re making your way to your work station, quietly cursing to yourself. “Here, let me help you with those,” two large hands grab the bushel from you, placing it on the counter. 

You smoothed out your apron before looking up and meeting quite possibly the softest and kindest green eyes you’ve ever seen, “T-thank you.” The man in front of you just smiled, giving a nod before going back to look at the flowers and arrangements you had around your small shop. 

His brows furrowed reading the different cards associated with certain displays. You found yourself watching him, observing him as he looked around. He was incredibly tall, having to nearly bend in half to read anything on the counter. 

You couldn’t help but find his looks of confusion endearing. You decided it was probably best to offer your assistance, for as much as it seemed like he wanted to appear like he knew what he was looking for, he was completely lost. “Looking for something for your girlfriend?” you kept your tone innocent, but you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t motive behind the question beyond being helpful to a customer. 

“Erm, no, for my mum actually,” a blush crept up the man’s neck, dusting his cheeks along with it and accentuating his freckles. “Well then might I suggest not getting these,” you gestured towards the red salvia’s, “as they typically symbolize meaning ‘forever mine’, not quite sure that’s best for mum.” 

You gave him your sweetest smile and he returned a nervous one, scratching the back of his neck, “What, erm, do you suggest then? It’s her birthday tomorrow, my mum, that is, I just wanted to get her something nice.” 

You tapped your finger against your lips as you thought, glancing around the shop to create a beautiful and meaningful piece in your head. “How about…” you trailed off walking up to the marigolds and grabbing a handful, “and a little of…” you grabbed a small batch of chamomile, “oh and definitely…” you grabbed some fully bloomed clematis, “and lastly…” you grabbed some columbine. 

The man watched and you arranged it all in a beautiful glass vase, the purples, whites and yellows dancing together perfectly. He couldn’t help the smile that spread over his face as he watched you work. “Stunning,” he breathed, “What does it all mean?” 

You clapped your hands together in excitement, explaining pieces was one of your favorite parts of your job. “So, the marigolds here,” you pointed to the flame colored flower, “are her birth month flower and these here,” you pointed to the chamomile, “mean patience in adversity. I assumed because she was a boy mum that she probably dealt with a lot while you grew up,” you shot him a playful wink. 

He laughed lightly at this, “You have no idea.” You continued, pointing next at the clematis, “These mean mental beauty, which is simply true for any mother, and these here,” you pointed at the white flower surrounded by what looked like a purple shell and leaves, “are columbine flowers, they represent foolishness.” 

The man quirked an eyebrow at this one, “And why, pray tell, did you pick these?” You bit your lower lip slightly, “Well, you look awfully close to the moving character atop the joke shop across the street, so I just assumed you probably own it. Thus the additive of some foolishness representation.” 

He smirked at your explanation, leading you to believe that you were correct in your assumption, “Would you believe me if I told you I was born on April fools?” You giggled lightly, “I would expect nothing less coming from the man who owns a joke shop. What is it called again?” 

The man smiled proudly now, “Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.” You looked at him curiously, “So is that your name? Weasley?” 

He nodded, “Surname. My first name, however, is George.” 

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, George.” You smiled sweetly, then turned to your register, “That’ll be ten galleons.” His smile never faltered as he dug into his pocket, pulling out the coins needed. 

He grabbed the vase, walking towards the door. As he was halfway out, he turned back to you, “I just realized that I told you my name, but you never told me yours.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Guess you’ll have to ask when I stop in your shop next time.” 

George raised his eyebrows, liking the bit of mischief you were flirting with, “Alright, guess I’ll see you then, love.” With a wink, he was out the door. 

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Fred stood at the top of the steps, watching the smiling faces roam around his shop. He loved the kids faces as they discovered a new way to prank, a new toy to cause chaos, or how he could see the light switch in their eyes when they saw something on the shelves that had them plotting. 

He and George would get the same look when they were younger. Godric, they get that same look still to this day, they just try their best to choose the appropriate time and place for their shenanigans. 

What his shop did not often get were beautiful women exploring his shop and looking at… “Puking pastilles?” He looked at you curiously, but you hadn’t yet lifted your head from the package. 

“Seems like they’d come in handy for the family dinner I’m trying to avoid tonight,” Fred laughed with you and you finally turned to look at him. 

“Well, you’re certainly not George are you,” your smile was sweet as Fred cocked an eyebrow at you. “And how could you possibly be certain of that, darling?” 

You looked up at the man in front of you, he looked exactly like George, very obviously a twin brother. However if you paid attention enough, there were subtle differences. You didn’t inform George of this last week but you had noticed him before he walked into your shop that day. 

There were quite a few times you had spotted him through your front window, leaving or coming to work, always dressed colorfully and having a smile on his face. When he smiled the corners of his eyes wrinkled just a little, his eyes downturned just slightly more than the man in front of you. 

But the thing that really gave it away you had noticed just last week, when he was finally close enough for you to really see him properly. Staring into friends eyes you smiled, patting his chest, “George has a beauty mark on his neck, right here.” You pointed towards the spot where George’s mark was on Fred’s neck. 

Fred’s smile seemed to grow impossibly wider, “You’re the flower shop girl aren’t you.” He said it more like a statement rather than a question. “Y/n,” you corrected. 

The redhead laughed, “Oh Georgie is going to hate that I learned your name before him.” You shook your head, “Is Georgie here?”

Fred nodded, “Yeah, boyo’s here alright, but I’m really relishing in me getting to learn more information about the girl he’s been pining after before he does.” 

He was hoping to embarrass his twin a little, so what you said next instead had Fred a bit shocked. “Well I’m glad the feeling has been mutual,” your tone and smirk quite impressed Fred. 

When you looked over his shoulder he turned, seeing his twin on the upper level of the shop, “If you’ll excuse me, not George-”

“Fred,” he interrupted. You smiled, “If you’ll excuse me Fred, I’m going to go find George.” 

Fred watched as you sauntered up the staircase, George still none the wiser as he helped a few customers out. As you made it to the top you stood behind him and started speaking, his ears perking at the sound of your voice, “Got anything here to get out of a dinner party?” 

George turned around, sly smile on his face, “Have you looked into puking pastilles?” You held up the box in your hands, “Ah yes, that’s what the other George suggested.” 

The smile on George’s face quickly turned to laughter, “The other George?” You nodded, “You didn’t tell me you had a twin; Fred was it?” 

He nodded, leaning a hand on the railing beside him now, “And you still haven’t told me your name. I’ve been referring to you as flower shop girl in my head all week.” 

Your grin widened, knowing now (thanks to Fred) that George had probably been referring to you as that for a lot longer than a week, “Y/n. My name’s Y/n.” 

“S’beautiful,” George was bold, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Fred watched from a few floors below, mentally patting his brother on the back for pulling out the moves they used to use in school.

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[l0standn0tf0und]

one more part of my fav works with Mr. George Fabian Weasley

first part

second part

third part

fifth part

♡ = smut, 18+ only

dating george weasley and being a hufflepuff would include

george weasley headcanons for after the war

kissing with george weasley would include

hugs with george weasley would include

life with george weasley, pt.1

life with george weasley, pt.2

life with george weasley, pt. 3

george x short reader

cherry, lemon, peach

under the mistletoe

lost in translation

foolish flowers

eavesdropping

placing bets

third wheel

pillow fort

entry-her

itch

♡high fever

♡hidden fun

♡wet-on-wet

♡no going back

♡unintentionally

♡merry christmas

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original authors: @georgeweasleyslostearhq @grangersnotes @theoreticslut @rip-us-xoxo @suugarbabe @george-weasleys-girl @cherry-pop-elf @ickle-ronniekins @thoseofgreatambition @mystery-star @alwaysthegeorges @wizardingdiaries @harrysweasleys @angelblacksmith @writesowhatnext @hrt-poetry

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[rafesmuse]

A needy George just proper pounding into ya while literally PLEADING to let him cum inside you.

I AM SCREAMING!! the butterflies i feel when thinking about his tight grip on your hips as he pounds into you while you’re on top, biting his lip in concentration. He can feel himself nearing his release— god, the way you clench around him could make him come in seconds, feels too fucking good. You rest your head on his shoulder as his arms move around your whole body, holding you close against him. “Can I p-please… fuck. Can I please come inside you, baby?” George whispers breathlessly into your ear, not slowing down whatsoever. A desperate “please” was all you can get out, which was enough for him to lose it as you can feel his hot semen coat your walls.

all nsfw daydreams

#♡ — love letters. #♡ — anon ¡! ❞ #nsfw.thoughts!! #george weasley #george weasley smut #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley drabble #george weasley blurb

[pizzapottah]

summer vacation

summary: you and george go on vacation together- chaos ensues.

pairing: george weasley x reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: established relationship, swearing, mentions of throwing up, suggestive (?) mostly none, pure fluffity fluff

author's note: based on my own vacations in italy (except that i also live there so it's not as romanticised as some ff make it), english is not my first language so constructive criticism is really appreciated, enjoy!!

"Pshh, baby..."

A grumble leaves your lips as ice cold, damp fingers pinch your waist. You shove George's hand away, stubbornly keeping your eyes shut. You're too relaxed, comfortable and warm to give into his prodding.

Your boyfriend whines loudly, "C'mon, babeeeeee," and you ignore him as well as you can, turning in your sunbed so that your back faces him - and you can imagine the pout he has despite your closed eyes. Two minutes of peace pass, where the only audible sounds are the crashing of the waves and the chatter of the other tourists on vacation - and then something heavy, cold and wet lays on you.

"Merlin!" you screech, trying to push off of yourself your boyfriend. "George, I swear, you're insufferable."

He blows raspberries on your cheek and neck, following the curve of your throat until he reaches your chest. He leaves a soft kiss on the exposed part of one of your breasts and then he settles, a dumb smile on his face. "Oh, I could stay here forever."

You raise an eyebrow - his coolness is appreciated, but you know you won't be going back to your peaceful sleep anytime soon. So you dart a hand through his hair, frizzy from the saltwater, and smile softly when he almost purrs at the contact. "Now, you big baby, is there a reason why you woke me up or did you just want cuddles?"

He suddenly raises his head, with determination in his eyes. "There is a reason, actually," he says it like he’s going to tell you a secret, then lowers his voice. "what or who is 'euros'?"

You look at him for a moment, in complete disbelief, then burst out laughing. He shushes you immediately, putting a hand on your mouth. "Shhh! Babe, I think there’s a plot against us. I gave them five galleons for an ice cream and they refused it! They said they only accept euros and that I shouldn’t try to scam them. What the bloody hell are euros?"

By this time you have tears in your eyes and you are trying so hard to not start cackling. "George," you wheeze. "euros are a currency. You know that muggles don’t accept galleons, right? A galleon is, like… almost six euros."

He pouts again. "Is there a wizard bank near? Where can i get these 'euros'?"

You shake your head and gently motion for him to get off of the sunbed. He does and you get up too, putting on your flip-flops and your sunglasses, wrapping your lilac pareu on your waist and opening the beach bag to get your purse. "I knew this would have happened. C’mon, let’s go."

It’s no surprise that your boyfriend doesn’t know that muggles don’t use galleons - he was born in a family of wizards, and he never shared his father’s interest in muggles. You know just because your mother’s a muggle born and you often went to muggle locations during holidays - much like this. You thank her for suggesting to bring muggle money with you.

You figure that between the foreign accent and language, George doesn't understand pretty much anything of what the locals say. Yesterday, you two stopped at a stand, and he bought two matching seashells necklaces for the both of you - and he gave the vendor three galleons. Now, common vendors wouldn’t accept galleons because they look like fake coins to muggles and certainly not like one of their currencies, but stand workers in italy are no common vendors - especially the ones that work on the beach. Once they smell a deal, they never let you go. Most of them are able to recognize real gold - they would know, as all that they sell is bijouterie and definitely nothing actually valuable apart from the memory it will hold. 

So poor George got robbed of three galleons by a man who barely spoke any english, while you tried to explain to him that he was getting scammed by himself. He didn’t have to pay three galleons, but once he asked the vendor how much were the two necklaces he held up three fingers - probably not even thinking about the fact that he could give him anything but euros. So, despite your protests, George paid for two seashell string necklaces with three coins made out of pure gold - you never thought you’d see the day where the George Weasley voluntarily paid more than he actually had to. 

And now he clings to you - holding onto your waist beads and pareu as he follows you like a lost puppy. You get to the colourful ice cream parlour that sits in the middle of the beach and see the seller widen his eyes behind the counter, grimacing. 

"Oh, non lui di nuovo…"

Well, at least the parlour looks enticing. You nod, "I know, I’m sorry, whatever he did, please excuse him. We’ll take two cones." You turn your head to your boyfriend, "What flavors do you want, honey?"

George’s heart flutters - how can he think about food when you call him honey like that? "Dunno. You choose."

You nod again to the man. "We’ll take one with hazelnut and pistachio and another with chocolate and strawberry."

The salesman, maybe understanding that whatever happened with the Weasley was a misunderstanding, smiles at you. "Of course, signorina." And as he is putting ice cream on the cones, he asks with a thick Italian accent, "He’s your boyfriend, I presume?"

You awkwardly laugh. "Oh, yes. He doesn’t really understand Italian or accents, so he struggles with understanding the locals." The theory is proved to be true as George watches you two talk with furrowed brows. 

The vendor chuckles and passes you two your cones. And as you pay, he says, "You two are really a cute couple. He looks like he’s really in love."

You take the receipt he gives you and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling sheepishly. "Well, I surely hope so."

Once you’re outside, you give George his chocolate and strawberry ice cream and expect a "Oh, babe, you know me so well,". Instead, he looks at you like he’s disappointed. "You paid," he states.

You raise an eyebrow. You know where this is going to end - it’s the same reason why he insisted so much on paying for the two necklaces. "I did," you murmur as you both go back to the beach and to your designated spot, with two sunbeds and a big umbrella. You sit were not even ten minutes ago you were sleeping, and he sits on the lounge on your right. The fact that he sat so distant from you makes you frown - since you arrived, he refused to stay in his own sunbed, not wanting to leave your side unless it was to take a swim. "You wanna try my flavours?" he looks at you, pouting. "No." 

"Aw, c’mon. You can’t stay mad at me because of, like, five euros. It’s not even a galleon."

"I can and I will."

You knew he was just being petty. So once you finish your ice cream, you get up - leaving the sunglasses and the pareu under the umbrella. "Okay. I’m going for a swim, you’re free to join me when you want."

It’s almost evening, but the sun is nowhere near to be setting. You like it’s feeling on your skin - you feel warm and relaxed. After a hell of a school year and before the start of your last year at hogwarts, it’s just what you need. You ask yourself how you will ever manage next year without George - just the last two months of the semester have been unbearable, barely seeing him at all, except for the few times he came to visit you and you met at Hogsmeade. 

It was during one of his visits in may that he proposed to you about going on a vacation together. "The shop is going really well," he said, excited, referring to the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. You were - and still are, of course - really proud of seeing him so happy about his dream becoming reality. The glint in his eyes when he talks about it is something you're sure you will never get tired of. "And, well, you know… me and Fred always split the profit, yes? I’ve already saved up a good part of it - I thought about going on vacation with you. Like the ones you and your parents go on."

He was referring to the annual summer break vacation you’d go to with your family - every year, without any exceptions, your parents would rent a small cabin in Bournemouth and pass two or three weeks there. Some years other members of the family tagged along - and in the last years, George tagged along - but before you or brothers were born, it was just your parents’ tradition, something that started casually and then continued by habit. 

The last three years - alas, since you’ve been together - you always invited him to the cabin with your family to spend a week or two together, as his mother wouldn’t let him stay any longer.

(You knew Molly was just an excuse. You were pretty sure that it actually was because of Fred, as the twins were never really accustomed to being separated, and the number of the letters he sent always grew day by day.)

Obviously, it was all paid by your parents. They didn’t care, as they had money to spare and were more than happy to please you by bringing George. You knew that often Mrs Weasley tried to pay back your parents, but you also knew that they always strictly refused. 

It was a win-win. Your annoying brothers had someone to play Quidditch with, your parents could relax more without having to entertain three moody teenagers by themselves, and you got to spend time with your favourite person in the whole world. It was only during that conversation at Rosa Lee Teabag that you understood how much those holidays had affected him.

"I wanna take you somewhere nice," he murmured sheepishly - and he did, take you somewhere nice, since now you were on a beach in sardinia - "For once, I want to be the one to take you on vacation. Now I can, so, if you tell me that you’d go with me I’ll start organising - I’ve already got something in mind." and oh, how could you ever deny him?

But surely, you didn’t expect him to be so strict about paying everything.

He paid the cabin, he paid the resort, he paid the bloody shell necklaces - and then he doesn’t even know what a fucking euro is! How is it even possible?

After your swim, you decide to start heading towards the shore - you’re not sure how much time has passed, but from where you stand you see that many tourists are starting to leave. You turn back, still standing in the water - that now reaches your waist - and watch the horizon. The sun isn’t setting, but the sky is starting to grey a little and probably, you and Heorge should retire to your cabin soon to shower before dinner. 

Someone hugs you from behind, leaving a kiss on your shoulder, and you don’t even have to see his mop of red hair to know who it is. "You alright, George?"

You feel him shake his head. "Don't feel t'good."

And that’s where you forget that you should be giving him a hard time - give him a bloody lesson, so that maybe on day he stops being so petty - because he is burning up. Not the "I have a fever" type of burning up, no, it’s the "I have third degrees burns" type of burning up.

You immediately turn and put your hands on is cheeks, noticing that he’s so red he looks like a tomato. "Merlin, George,’ you exclaim. "did you put on sunscreen?"

He whines, putting his hands on your waist, fiddling with your waist beads. "Is sunscreen that tube of cream that smells awful and is sticky?"

"The one I put on you yesterday and this morning? Yes, George, did you put it on?"

"F’course not! smells awful," at this point he’s slurring, melting in your hands. You widen your eyes - Merlin, why does he always behave like a child? "C’mon, George, here- wet your head and try to refresh a bit in the water, I’ll go take our things and the bag- and stay by the shore, so if you drown I can save you-"

Two hours later, you’re in your cabin, pressing the cordless phone you found there in your ear, as you wait for any Weasley to respond. You know that the old muggle phone that they have is probably one of Arthur’s most prized possessions, always kept like it was made out of gold, so you can only hope that someone answers as soon as possible. And they do.

"HELLO!" screams Ginny, "I’M GINNY WEASLEY! WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU CALLING? HOW DOES THIS THING WORK?"

You grimace, "It’s me, Ginny. You don’t have to-"

She screams your name, "OH, HIIII! HOW’S IT GOING IN ITALY? IS THE PASTA NICE? WHERE’S LOVERBOY? IS HE TREATING YOU WELL?"

Behind her you hear a big commotion - no doubt George’s siblings and parents, asking how the vacation’s going and how you two are finding yourselves. "I- Ginny, you don’t have to scream. Can you pass me Fred?"

There’s a thud, a screaming match ensues and then you hear Fred on the line. "HELLO, HOW CAN I HELP YOU?"

You’re going to get a headache. "First of all, stop screaming," you seethe. "second, your twin’s got a sunstroke. He’s being dramatic and continues to say that he thinks he’s going to die, so I thought that before his last breath he must want to hear his twin’s voice."

On the other line, you hear Molly screech about how he’s always so irresponsible, and about how after Fred talks to him, she wants to have a word with her son too. You shiver - you wouldn’t want to be George right now. 

You go to the bathroom, where said redhead is lying in the tub, still in his swimsuit, in cold water and ice, whining about how he’s never going to the beach again. "Baby, there’s Fred on the phone,"

He raises his head, eyes half closed. "There’s Fred? Where? Where is he?" he rants.

You press the phone to his ear, and he gets it - he’s seen you talking to your grandma and parents with it enough times to know how it works. "Hey, bruv!" he slurs. "How you doing?" he puts his hand on the phone and takes yours in the one that’s empty.

"Heard you’ve got a sunstroke, mate!" his twin exclaims. "That’s lovely! You know the saying, right? The sun kisses the beautiful ones! And if you’re beautiful, that means that me - the more beautiful twin - is simply stunning!"

You're pretty sure that Fred’s making fun of him to try to cheer him up, but your boyfriend’s too beat up to respond with one of his jokes. "Yeah, I’m not sure about that," he mutters. "otherwise, my girlfriend would be in my position. And it doesn’t feel like it kissed me - it feels like he bloody roasted me on the grill."

You smile softly at him, blushing, and brush his hair out of his face. "Besides- did you know that gingers are more prone to getting burns?"

"Of course, mate. Don’t you remember when we visited egypt? We went there as white onions and returned as red peppers, I couldn’t touch my face for weeks!"

George only hums and you notice, by his grip on your hand loosening, that he’s probably falling asleep. So you gently take the phone from his hand and press it to your ear, exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind you. "Hey, Fred."

"How is he, really? Is it bad?"

"I hope not, and I don’t think so. By tomorrow he’s going to be better already, trust me. From now on, I’ll make sure to cover him in sunscreen."

He makes a sound of approval. "He’s lucky to have you, you know. I really hope that he gets better soon, because I know how much this vacation is important to him." he says it like he knows something you don’t, and you frown at his words. If Fred says so, then this bloody holiday must really be something he planned for a big time. "Do you think you know something I should know too, Fred?"

"Well, of course! He's-"

"Hi, dear!"

You assume that Mrs Weasley has finally revolted, ripping the phone from her sons hand to have a hands on conversation with you. "Good evening, Mrs Weasley. Everything alright?"

"Oh, dear, you know you can call me Molly! Yes, yes, everything’s good. How’s my Georgie?"

"Beat up, but don’t worry, he’ll manage. Now he’s in the bathtub and has cold water and ice all over him, I’m sure that by tomorrow he’ll be better.’

She takes a deep breath. "Good. have a good night, sweetheart."

After you hang up, you go check up on your boyfriend. By now, the ice is completely melted by the heat of the Italian summer, and he’s dozing with his head leaning on the wall. 

This time, it’s you who has to wake him. "Hey, George, c’mon. Let’s go to bed, or else you’ll get a sore neck tomorrow. I promise I’ll give you back rubs and a massage if you get up."

He opens an eye. "Back rubs?"

"Yes."

"Like the ones you gave me the night of the Yule Ball?"

"If you want." you have to put lotion on his back anyways.

"Deal." he abruptly sits up, almost falling down from the speed of his movements - he should have calculated that with the dizziness he feels, it’s a miracle that he hasn’t fainted yet. You’re barely able to hold him stable, as he’s burly and stocky from all the Quidditch he played in school and all the boxes that he has to carry around the shop. When you first made him notice, he smiled suggestively and flexed his bicep. "It’s to be able to carry around my princess," he flirted. 

Guess it’s him now that’s the princess - unfortunately, you don’t have even half of his muscles, so he has to do most of the work to get to the bed. Once he finds himself in front of it, he lets himself fall on the mattress - letting out a groan of pain once his chest slams roughly with it. "Why does it hurt so much?" he howls.

You take the cream that the guy in the farmacy suggested for your boyfriend’s sunburns, the same guy who told you to keep him fresh and hydrated. By his pruned fingertips, you think that George has been marinated enough. So you put an ounce of cream in your hands and start rubbing it on his back, while he whines and groans. 

"I'm never getting in the sun again," he mutters. "I’ll become a vampire. Sun’ll become my biggest enemy."

"We both know that tomorrow you’ll be back playing in the water, Ariel," you say, amused. 

"Who the fuck's Ariel?"

You finish putting on the lotion, and then you both go to sleep. You feel deliciously warm, as you spent the whole day in the sun and unlike George tanned discreetly. It’s during the night that you feel his fingers on your back - and you realise that he’s recreating the back rubs that he wanted earlier. You open an eye, still sleepy, and look at his face, that’s lit by the moonlight.��

"Can’t sleep?"

"It’s too uncomfortable. Why does it burn so much?"

"Because you are burnt."

You really want to give him some reassurance, but you don’t know how - even if tomorrow he feels better, the feeling will last for at least another couple of days. And you know that if you hug or kiss him it’s going to be even worse. He asks you a question, but you don’t hear it the first time, as you're already dozing off. "Huh?"

"Remember the Yule Ball?"

You frown with your eyes still closed. "How could I ever forget? You threw up all over m’shoes."

He snickers. "Yeah, but it was also the first time we slept together."

"Yeah, but it was because you got sick and needed cuddles. Right now we are sleeping together without any reason beside the fact that we love each other."

You can hear the smile on his face. "Yeah. We are. That means I did something right, innit?"

You smile too, and he pecks your lips. "You didn’t have to throw up on my shoes to sleep with me- but that’s okay, because we’re still going strong."

You can feel his breath on your cheek. "What do you wanna do? When you finish school, I mean.’

"I'm not sure about it. Probably follow up my mother’s footsteps- becoming a magizoologist and all. After all, the role of the fun parent is reserved to you, isn’t it? ‘M sure the kids will love you and Weasley & Weasley. Children love all those colourful things, don’t they?"

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, and you almost fall back asleep. Then for the second time today, George attacks you by laying completely on you and smothering you with kisses. You squeal, eyes snapping open, "George!"

His skin is so hot that he feels like he’s in the depths of hell, but that can’t be when he’s got you in his arms and accepting his kisses. When he pulls away, you’re both breathless and he’s caressing your waist. "You want to have kids with me?"

With his big brown eyes staring at you, suddenly you feel shy. "I mean, we’ve been together for three years, no? At this point I would leave you if I didn’t want anything with you, since it’s obvious what you would like in the future. Just- I don’t want them now, George, don’t look at me like that."

He laughs, then nuzzles his nose on your cheek, leaving kisses on your jawline. "Oh, baby,’ he says. "I would throw up on your shoes a hundred more times, if it meant that we’d be here today."

Four days later you’re at the lounge bar of the beach. His skin is getting better - it’s starting to peel, yes, but at least he doesn’t look like a lobster anymore. You mentally thank the guy at the pharmacy for recommending that lotion, because it’s doing wonders. 

He’s in a white t-shirt and blue shorts, and you’re in a purple tube top and a jeans mini skirt. That’s one of the reasons why you prefer muggle holidays - one time you went on vacation with the pureblood part of the family and had to wear a skirt that reached your ankles the whole time. Outside it was 30 degrees and you just wanted to rip it in half, and the worst part? You stayed in a resort that was just by the seashore, and nobody dared going for a swim.

(As you’d realise years after that vacation, not all wizards were like your parents. Some were really closed minded, and lived like it was still the 700’. Muggles don’t really care about how you dress and if you want to take a swim with a bikini or a one-piece, it’s your choice. But you know that the simple truth is that wizards don’t like relaxing. You still don’t know why, but you're sure that if your grandmother - your father’s mother - saw you dressed like this, she’d have a heart attack.)

You're both eating pizza and he’s looking at you with the most lovesick gaze ever possible. The stereo of the bar plays Chiquitita by ABBA and you think that if you could, you would stop time right now just to stay here, with George, forever. No more You-Know-Who, stressful school years where studying takes away most of your time and dreading the absence of your boyfriend. Just you and George, eating a pizza on the beach while ABBA is playing and the sun is setting. 

(You think that if second-year you could see you right now, on vacation with the once annoying George Weasley, she’d probably hit you in the head. But it’s okay, she’ll understand soon that he’s not as annoying as she believes him to be.)

George smiles at you and puts his hand in his pocket. "Baby, I got you something," he says. He takes out a little blue velvet box, and smiles anxiously at you. "You know, at first I just wanted to take you on vacation- then I thought, why not make it more memorable?’

You smile at him, raising an eyebrow. "George, you didn’t have to," the thought of him spending his first earnings on you makes you flustered and sad at the same time - can’t he just think of something for himself for once? You don’t want to sound ungrateful, but you really want him to treat himself good - he deserves it, he and his brother worked really hard for that shop. Unfortunately, generosity is a common trait in the Weasleys, and he can’t think of a better way of spending his money than spending it on you. 

You take the box and open it. You stop breathing for a moment - Merlin, you chose a guy that’s definitely too good for you. 

Inside the box, there’s a ring. It’s pretty simple, a gold band with a blue gem and two little white gems on the sides - but it’s so, so much more than a ring to you.

You remember that since you were little, you liked a particular ring your grandma - your mother’s mother - had. It was a simple thing, too, with just a little pearl on it, but for her it was really important. "I promise that for your eighteenth birthday, I will think about gifting it to you," she said once, after your six year old self begged her to give it to you. "You’ll be at the right age to know the actual weight of things. Right now, you only see a shiny thing that you want because you’re a little spoiled - but by then, trust me, you’ll know.’

Your birthday is yet to come, but you already know why that ring is so important to your grandma - your grandpa gifted it to her when your mother was born, so happy with his little family that he wanted to get her something. They didn’t have much, but that didn’t matter. It doesn’t matter the weight of the ring, the size of the gem, the quality of the diamond - it’s the person who gifts it to you that makes it so special. 

You feel tears in the corner of your eyes. "George..."

"It’s not an engagement ring," he says quickly rubbing his neck, taking your teary eyes as a bad sign - do you feel pressured? The other night you said that you did want a future with him, but maybe you think that he’s proposing now.

(He would, but he knows that you’re both too young and not stable enough to marry. When he does propose, he wants you two to be enough financially stable to organise whatever it is the wedding that you dream of.)

"It’s supposed to be a promise ring- but it can be just a simple gift, if you-"

You start crying uncontrollably and he gets up, positioning himself beside you and draping his arms on your shoulders as two italian guys stop talking just to send a nasty glare in his direction - probably thinking, "What did that idiot do to make her cry like that?" - "No, baby, please don’t cry, I-"

"I love it!" you whimper. He feels like a weight was just removed from his shoulders, "You love it?"

You sniffle, taking the ring and putting it on your ring finger. The fact that it fits perfectly makes you want to cry even harder. "I do," you sob, hugging him tight. "Why do you have to know me so well?"

He chuckles, wiping away your tears. "Isn’t it my job to know you better than anyone?"

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[sailorwritesstuff]

Request (anon): Hi can you do a George one full of fluff where they have a talk before sleep and keep laughing

warning: none

"go to sleep!" The shrill voice of Molly Weasley echoed through the halls of a very full burrow. You'd been crammed in with Fred and George with the promise of no indecency. However, there was no such promise of the absence of chatter.

Another bout of giggles fell from your lips and you press your palm to you mouth to keep quiet.

"Shuddup, George that's so mean." You huff trying to be the more mature of the two of you.

"I'm not saying it to be mean, darling." He defends. "I'm just saying my mum will be furious when sees Fleur's dress. Absolutely red in the face."

"like a tomato?"

"like a tomato." He confirms

"or like your hair?" You ask with a smile just barely visible in the light coming in from the open window.

"oh you've got jokes darling?" He asks, wedging a finger into your side making you squirm and laugh louder than you intended. Shortly after there a sharp bang on the door.

"GEORGE. SLEEP." There's quiet as you listen to the receding of her footsteps before the two of you lock eyes and another giggle escapes you.

"goodnight Georgie."

"goodnight darling."

"...I love when you call me that."

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[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

drunk. (g.w. x reader) [blurb]

he couldn't help but fumble over his words, his steps, his little grabs at you. he just couldn't. how could he when he was wasted and in love?

moments prior, george was basking in his glory on the quidditch pitch, now he was safe in your arms in the Gryffindor common room where the two of you laid on the couch.

"love?" said george. his voice was hoarse from all the firewhiskey he'd been downing like a drunkard.

"yes, georgie?"

"i wanna hic kiss you all over the face."

"not when you smell like a pub, my love." you chuckled at his drunken state.

an inebriated george weasley was something you'd cherish. he was straightforward, and flirtatious, but stupid. nevertheless, he was your silly boy. he knew it deep in his heart, whether sober or not.

just as you were about to shift on the couch to make more space for your legs that had gone numb under his body weight, george shot up, straddled you and cupped your face in his hands.

his flushed complexion brought out the freckles that speckled his beautiful face. his face was just as red as his crimson quidditch robes. your eyes locked with his, then down at his luscious lips.

"georgie's gonna kiissss youuu!" said george. his slurred words were adorable.

he slowly pulled your face closer to his. the warmth of his breath tickled your nose. painfully, he closed the distance.

then he rubbed your noses together.

there was no kiss.

"george, you're such a tease!" you laughed out, hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

george chuckled, "i'm sorry love, i just couldn't help it. you're so cute when you're all riled up!"

he brushed the hair out of your face. his face was no longer flushed.

"how'd you enjoy drunk weasley?"

"i loved every second of him."

--

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[msmoony7]

Hi! Resident George Weasley Wife over here 🤪 I was wondering if you could like do headcanon/snippet thingie of George Weasley with a partner who’s gifted with baking. Which, by proxy, means they do well with potions. Since the boys are brilliant potion/bakers as well, example being WWW, I thought that could be something so soft and sweet. George gives me the vibes that he’s the one who more so bakes, while Fred cooks. Yin and Yanging and all that. Thank you, and Congrats again one the Milestone!!! 🥂 🎉 🍻

George Weasley Baking Headcanons 

I kinda didn’t really know how to write this so I hope you like the bullet notes LMAO

I feel like while growing up, his mom taught him how to bake the “wizard” way with magic. But once he learned the muggle way, he loved baking without magic. Just like potions, he loves following recipes and getting things right.

He’d love going grocery shopping together to get all of the ingredients. You two set aside one day a week where the two of you bake something. 

Every week you would experiment with different flavors and recipes and never made the same thing too close together.

He loves sharing the deserts with other people and would make trays of sweets to bring to his friends and family.

George loves red velvet cake and cream cheese frosting.

George also loves to be goofy in the kitchen and your baking days would usually end with the kitchen, and yourself, a mess. He would cheekily spread frosting onto your face and try to lick it off. 

There would be countless times you check the batter to make one last cookie and you find the bowl empty. You look up only to see George smiling back at you with cookie cough in his hand slowly making its way into his mouth.

I think that although he loves baking without magic, he likes to experiment with magic in his baking as well (and he definitely set up a small cafe in WWW with these magical treats)

One day, the two of you experiment by brewing Amortentia and putting it into cookies. You can only imagine where that takes the two of you. Ultimately, you decide not to put this cookie in the cafe.

A best seller in the joke shop is cupcakes that change flavor with every bite

George loves baking together with you, but he also loves making it into a competition. He often pulls Fred and his other family members in to judge whose creation is the best

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[spiderfunkz]

silk duvets ─── send me a scenario / blurb / au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( ex. baker!reader x coffee shop owner!natasha • going on afternoon walks with carol danvers ). also includes short headcanons.

George Weasley x baker! Reader?? <3

— george weasley x baker!reader.

🥧 baking nights. flour fights. physical touch. baking as a way of saying 'i love you'. sweaters smelling like cinnamon & apples. george wrapping his arms around your waist. cheek kisses. celebratory cookies after successful pranks. dancing while waiting for the cakes to bake. matching aprons. warm tea.

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[toomanybandstocare]

This one is the redo!!!

Can I request a romantic Harry Potter summer of fun? I'd really like to know who you ship me with please 🙈

Sending you oodles and oodles of love!!! 🩷

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @staygoldwriting requested a romantic pairing from the wizarding world, and I am so glad!! Thank you for celebrating with me, bestie <3

Pairing: George Weasley x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 721w + 254w

Counselor Notes: I am SO excited for autumn to come, and this got me in the mood. I've been thinking about starting to write for wizarding world characters, but I haven't made up my mind yet. I need to learn how to let myself enjoy writing different fandoms rather than sticking to just one until I feel burned out :/

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <-

Rain patters against your flat’s window panes. The kettle’s spout whistle grows in a crescendo against the soft record scratching in the background. Diagon Alley keeps quiet as its residents hide away from the summer thunderstorm in their homes. Still recovering from the war’s aftershock, the magical world seems to have made a silent agreement to take the fleeting moments of peace whenever possible.

Puttering across the living room, you wrap the lightweight blanket tighter when you reach the kitchen. With a flick of your wrist, you shut off the stove and move the kettle to one of the cooler burners before reaching up for a set of mugs.

Completely content with the sleepy haze that’s settled over the city, it isn’t until a gentle hand comes to rest on your hip that you realize George followed you. His warmth washes over you as his chest presses against your back when he reaches above to where your outstretched hand hovers over your favorite mugs. George ducks his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. His lips ghost over your skin before they rest on the shell of your ear. “What are you in the mood for, love?,” he hums.

Cheeks aflame, you grasp his wrist as he brings down your mugs. It’s as if his voice echoes inside you, and your heart calls out trying to find its way home as it hammers against your chest. Once both mugs sit on the counter, you pull his arm to wrap around your waist and lean against him. “Do we still have the French hot chocolate from Bill and Felur’s wedding gift?,” you softly ask. Tilting your head up, you chuckle as you watch George’s face scrunch up in thought. It had been so long since that night, and neither of you had the time to sit down to enjoy the goodies as the two of you went on mission for the Order.

“We should,” George slowly responds with a nod. Patting your waist, he slips away from you and steps over to the pantry cupboard. “Go back and bundle up on the sofa. This’ll only take a minute,” he encourages you as he peers out from the cupboard door with a soft smile.

Stretching your achy shoulders, a yawn escapes you as you nod. Without a single ounce of hesitation, you pad over to the sofa in just a few steps and sink into the well loved cushions. The fire’s crackle lulls you into a soft semi-consciousness. Its warmth envelopes you with comfort. Your ears twitch when George shuts the cupboard door. Another drawer rolls open then closed, and you hear him stir the cocoas. The faint aroma of his cologne and your favorite candle cause you to sink further into the sleepy state. After so much loss and challenge, never did you think that you would be able to share a life with your partner. One that brings you so much joy and fulfillment as the two of you navigate the new era of the magical world together.

A quiet laugh pulls you from your light doze. “Move over a bit. I promise you, the couch seats more than one person,” George teases you. Two dull thuds follow his words as you assume he places your drinks on the coffee table.

“In my defense,” you mumble as you open your arms out for him to join you, “you were working late, and I was a really good part in my novel. It’s not my fault you didn’t tell me you invited Angie and Fred over for dinner”.

Carefully settling himself to lay on your chest, George lets out a tired laugh. “Couldn’t have been that good of a book if you fell asleep reading it, love. But fair enough, I suppose,” he agrees. George wraps his arms around the small of your back and presses a lingering kiss onto your collarbone.

The two of you doze in and out of sleep as thunder rumbles in the distance. Occasionally mumbling to each other, you and George enjoy the comforting moment while you can. Legs tangling together and pulling the blanket with them. Hands gently caressing the other wherever they can steal a fleeting touch. Not a care in the world as the two of you slip away into your own.

As much as you keep your nose in your books or well loved baking recipes, your head is often in the clouds. Always the dreamer and hopeless romantic, you’re a person with a lot of love to share. However, you also tend to spread yourself too thin and forget to focus on your wellbeing.

Out of the infamous duo, George prides himself in being the mastermind behind the joke shop’s business. He busies himself in sketching out inventions or practicing the latest prank potion. George is a practical dreamer. He balances reality and inspiration in a way that only comes from his upbringing.

The two of you are very family oriented and home bodies. When the two of you finally have time to yourselves from busy schedules, it’s almost always spent cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace with books and snacks, or visiting one of your families. 

George keeps you grounded without ever making you feel embarrassed about being a romanticist. He’s always eager to hear about where your head and heart are at, especially if something is weighing you down. He’s sensitive and quick on picking up when your moods shift, and the minute George feels as if something’s bothering you, he sits you down for a conversation. Even though he’s carefree the majority of the time, nothing is more important than an honest chat to get to the bottom of a situation. Especially when it regards your personal wellbeing and happiness, or that of your shared life together.

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[vilentia]

Rekindled Flames

George Weasley x reader

Summary: Two lovers overcome past misunderstandings to rekindle their enchanting romance.

Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending

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The Burrow, always a beacon of warmth and familial chaos, stood bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Its cozy, slightly lopsided structure was illuminated by strings of enchanted lights that danced gently in the evening breeze. George stood apart from the merriment, his usually bright eyes reflecting a turmoil of emotions. You watched him from a distance, your heart caught between the painful memories of your split and the lingering affection you couldn't shake off.

Months had passed since the bitter misunderstanding that had torn you apart. Words left unsaid had festered into silence, a chasm neither of you had dared to bridge. Yet, here you were, at Ron and Hermione's engagement party, the festive air around you belying the tension that crackled between you and George.

"Hey, you," George said, his voice cutting through the hum of conversation as he approached. The familiar lilt of his accent sent a wave of nostalgia through you.

"Hi, George," you managed, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"Can we... um, can we talk?" His usual bravado was absent, replaced by a hesitance that was as endearing as it was heart-wrenching.

You nodded, following him to a quieter spot in the garden. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange, a backdrop that felt almost too poetic for the moment.

"I've been a right prat," George began, his gaze fixed on the ground. "After... everything, I let my pride and my fears get in the way. I missed you, more than I thought possible."

Your heart raced. "I missed you too," you confessed, feeling a weight lift off your chest. "But, George, why did you believe those rumors? Why didn't you ask me, talk to me?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of raw vulnerability. "I know, I should have. But I was scared, you know? Scared they were true, scared of getting hurt again after... after everything we've been through."

"You weren't the only one hurting," you said softly, taking a step closer. "We've both lost so much, George. We can't let fear win. Not now."

He took your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours, a gesture so familiar yet so distant. "You're right," he said, his voice stronger now. "I don't want to be apart from you anymore. Not when every day without you felt like a piece of me was missing."

The sincerity in his words struck a chord deep within you. "So, what do we do now?" you asked, your heart in your throat.

George's smile returned, that mischievous, infectious grin that had first drawn you to him. "We start over. We learn from our mistakes, and we move forward, together. No more misunderstandings, no more doubts. Just us, against the world."

You laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that seemed to echo around the garden. "I'd like that, George Weasley."

As you stood there, hand in hand, the world around you faded into insignificance. The past, with its pain and misunderstandings, seemed like a distant memory. Ahead of you lay a path, uncharted and uncertain, but as you looked into George's eyes, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

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[apparentlytheproblem]

Having a nightmare and George comforting you

i n v i s i b l e p r o m i s e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: im so sorry it took so long, istg there are over 200 requests and im really trying my best to be able to write all of these to a decent standard and im very new to all of this so it takes a while but regardless my requests are open luvs :)

requested- yes

warnings- nightmares, close intamacy, physical touch?

tall, black-cloaked figures with rotten, skeletal hands; they have the ability to suck a person's soul out through their mouths draining all happiness and joy.

dementors.

you woke up sweaty and panting on george weasley's bed trying not to stir him up. there was something about them that frigtened you, but you didnt know what. prehabs how they look with those ragged clothes or that they could take everything that had ever made you smile go away in a kiss? you had too much to loose when you had so very little and that is terifying

you failed to let georgie remain asleep. he wasnt new to the episode of nightmares and knew better than to verbally comfort you.

he rested his back on the bed and inched you closer. it was such a gentle thing that would make your heart swell

he pampered you with the softest kisses as if one could hurt you and carassed your hair as if he's never seen such prettier strands

his comfort was being there. georgie knew best what to say and when to not and that was the reason that he was so dear after such disturbances to your sleep. just holding you was enough because everything else was aldready said

i love you

i will always love you

im gonna keep loving you

and george fucking weasley will never let that smile leave your face

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[suugarbabe]

Hi! Love your writing and thanks for doing requests for a couple weeks! If you have time, could you please do a George Weasley x y/n with a right-person-wrong-time trope? As in they’ve liked each other for years but one of them was always in a relationship…until now. Not sure if they should end up at the Yule Ball together or if it’s after the war. I’ll let you decide how long the angst should last for them haha. Thanks for all your hard work!

*for the purpose of this fic my beloved Fred survived the war okay? okay.

You and George always just seemed to miss each other. In third year, when George first started noticing a crush on you, there was nothing he could do about it, as you were dating Oliver Wood.

When Oliver had broken up with you the same year as the Yule Ball, you weren't that upset because your feelings for Fred had seemed to blossom. However because your break up was not made a big deal, not everyone knew right away, and Fred had found someone else for the ball.

After the war, you weren't sure you would every see George again. People became distant, everyone was slow to connect again. But you were happy to have found Angelina once more, the both of you connecting again like you did in school.

You even got a flat together, which you were thankful for. You found it difficult living alone ever since the war happened. When Angelina came home one day, giddy and smiling, you immediately knew something was up.

"Why are you so smiley," you pointed and twirled your wand at her direction from its previously place of helping you decorate for Halloween.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I just ran into someone today is all."

"Oh? And who might that be?"

She grinned so devilishly you knew she was already hatching a plan, "Fred Weasley."

Your face immediately dropped, "Was he with-"

"George wasn't there," she interrupted, and your heart sank a little, "but I did ask about him. Found out some interesting information as well."

"What information might that be, pray tell?" You were slightly nervous, not sure what she would find as good news but knowing in your gut what you were hoping it was.

"I found out that George and the bimbo broke up...six months ago."

"You're kidding," it was hard to hide your smile now, but you tried to conceal your glee, "I mean, did he say how George was doing?"

Angelina patted the couch cushion next to her, "Apparently, a few nights after the break up, Fred and George got piss drunk and all George could do is talk about..." she trailed off, giggling slightly.

"Who? For fucks sake, Ange, who was he talking about?"

"He was talking about you," she poked your shoulder and immediately you turned towards her, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Well go on, then, what did he say? Did Fred tell you?"

Angelina nodded, "Apparently George was sputtering on about how you were the one for him and the timing just never worked out, and how he would never forgive himself for not taking you to the Yule Ball."

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but she continued, "Fred said he got this loopy look on his face, like lovesick look and that George just went on about how beautiful and smart and witty you were and if he ever got the chance to see you again that he," she held her hands up, "get this, he would make you his and never let you get away again."

You covered your face with your hands, whispering screaming into your palms before peaking over your finger tips, "He did not say that."

Angelina nodded again, making an x over her chest, "I swear to Godric he did. Also, I forgot to mention," she stood up from the couch, "the twins will be here in an hour."

Angelina was smart to stand before she told you this because you immediately started to chase her around the flat, screaming obscenities and asking how she could do that to you when you needed to find an outfit and do your hair and do your makeup.

Thankfully, Angelina was there to help, making sure you looked at perfect as you wanted to feel before Fred and George arrived. When they first got to the flat, you were a nervous wreck, but thankfully George looked of a similar status.

However, after a few drinks, you were feeling a little more confident, and George seemed to go back to his old self. Fred and Angelina had left the room twenty minutes ago, but neither you nor George seemed to notice.

"You know I never felt more stupid than when I showed up to the ball with that girl instead of you," George was shaking his head as he took another sip of his beer.

You smiled shyly down at your drink, "You didn't know Oliver and I broke up. S'not a big deal, Georgie."

A low hum left his throat, "I've missed that."

"Missed what?" you chanced looking up, meeting his gaze. Merlin did you miss his eyes looking at you.

"Missed you saying my name, calling me Georgie. Missed your voice, just missed you really," he placed one of his large hands on your thigh next to him.

"I've missed you too, Georgie," you placed your hand on top of his. George's eyes roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again.

"Can I..." he trailed off as he leaned closer, hesitant to make the move, but as soon as he saw your slight nod his lips slotted against yours and you knew from that moment that you didn't want to kiss another person ever again.

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[mastermindmiko]

Drunk (Prologue)

Pairing: George Weasley + OC

Word count: 794

Warnings: Slapping, let me know if there's anything else

an: as promised, and as chosen by the poll, this is the George Weasley fic. this is just the prologue, so there's many more chapters to come.

My masterlist

Part two

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Requests are open

The Lore family was one of the most prejudiced pureblood families in the entire wizarding world. The entire family were Slytherins and Juliette Lore, the youngest of the family, was one as well.

She couldn’t help but notice how surprised her parents were when she told them the news, but she assumed that they were proud. Shocked of course, she could see the way her father’s eyes nearly went out of their sockets at the news, but pleased, or at least she hoped so.

The Lore family consisted of 4 people; the father, Henry Lore, the mother, Christina Lore and the eldest child, Tristan Lore and Juliette.

Henry Lore had dark black hair and looked nothing like his age, he was almost Fifty, but he didn’t look a day over thirty two. He worked at the ministry alongside Lucius Malfoy; and he forced his family to eat dinner with the Malfoys every Friday in the summer.

He expected only the best from everyone around him, he could not handle chaos or change, and he could sometimes be the cruellest person in the world, at least in Juliette’s opinion.

Christina Lore was a brunette with highlights. Highlights that she swore to everyone that they were real and with her since birth. Juliette knew that her mother was lying since every month she would hear her mother make appointments on the phone to touch them up.

Christina, unlike Henry, looked exactly her age and maybe even a little bit older. She is forty five years old and is best friends with Narcissa Malfoy, a forced relationship after multiple dinners. Some people (meaning Juliette) would say that she and Narcissa should switch names because as she always says ‘if anyone is the true narcissist it’s my mother.’

Tristan Lore was two years older than Juliette and a seventh year. He was the preferred child as he would say and as most people would say, and as his parents made it clear every night at dinner. He was one of the prefects, but had lost in gaining the title of head boy. He was charismatic and had dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to make every female fall to her knees at the sight of him.

Juliette Lore was born in 1980, and a fifth year prefect. She had brown hair, a shade that’s unlike any of her other family members and had hazel eyes. She was a snarky, quick witted teenager and was the complete opposite of her entire family.

She’s the disappointment.

Juliette Lore was adopted and even though she knew that fact her parents refused to tell her who her real parents were. She doubted that they even wanted to tell her that she was adopted, considering that she found out the news like this;

Juliette had sat on the train of her ride back home from third year with the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan. She wanted to talk about quidditch considering how obsessed she is with the sport but was not allowed to play. Her mother had told her that it was unlady-like, and even though she was not convinced; she wasn’t going to go against her mother’s wishes.

At first the Gryffindors were hesitant to talk with the girl considering her family and her house, but after a few mere moments spent with her, they realised that she was unlike anyone from her house, and to them, that was a good thing.

After the most fun train ride she ever had, her parents seeing who she was exiting the train with, they became furious. Her mother was far less composed than her father. While she could see her mother’s fist clenching and her nostrils flaring, the only hint of anger she could see off her father was from his eyes.

Fred and George had bid her farewell with a kiss from each of them on each of her cheeks and started calling her Snidget. As the snitch was invented from a reference of the Snidget bird.

When Juliette returned to the mansion she was immediately greeted with a slap on her right cheek from her mother, and several insults from her father. Her father kept muttering about how they never should’ve taken her in and then out of frustration they accidentally told her that she was adopted.

She had after a year questioned them about her parents and they refused to say a word and only told her their blood. Which was pure; that fact helped her with nothing as she already knew that Henry and Christina Lore would have never taken a non pure-blood. However, in some way, not being her parent’s child made her relieved.

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