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emeritusemeritus · 7 months

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George Weasley headcanons

Just a few personal headcanons for Georgie 🤍 NSFW under the cut 🌹

SFW ✨

Calls you Angel, baby and then darling when you’re older.

He’s a hugger and very affectionate. He likes to hold your hand and stroke his thumb affectionately over your hand, marvelling at the size difference of both of your hands and how yours fits neatly into his. He squeezes your hand three times in a row to silently let you know that he loves you, that he’s there, especially any time you seem stressed or anxious.

Carries your bags everywhere if you’re out, reaching for them instinctively. Doesn’t matter if they’re not heavy, he’ll always shoulder even the most lightweight things for you.

You still tease each other and are always laughing but it’s very different to how it was when you were friends, in the most wonderful way. You will make a joke and earn a kick spank on your bum or he’ll laugh and pull you in for a kiss, always keeping that sense of affection even as you rip into each other.

Despite often being the co-centre of attention, George can actually get a little intimidated around large crowds, especially if he’a feeling a little sensitive or down. He hides it well from most people, even his twin, but he knows that nothing escapes you.

He loves being a twin, but sometimes can be a little sensitive about it, particularly as he’s the younger one and always seen as the second twin. He definitely deals with a lot more of mental negativity towards himself than his counterpart and sometimes struggles with self esteem issues due to always being compared. You never let him fester on these for long and always go out of your way to let him know that he will always be first for you, the first choice and you’re number one.

He’s actually a really good cook and loves seeing you enjoy what he’s made. He doesn’t use magic most of the time, finding the process of cooking quite therapeutic, especially after a long day at the shop when he wants to unwind. He always looks ridiculously hot to you like this, his suit jacket and sometimes waistcoat removed, tie hanging loosely around his neck and a few buttons undone as he chops up ingredients. It’s led to many a NSFW moment between you both, which only extends the cooking process.

He’s comfort personified, like a walking example of a warm autumn day or a walk blanket on a cold one. He calms you, warms you and comforts you im every sense and takes great pride in knowing that he can be the only one that provides this for you.

Would make an incredible dad, something you tell him often. You’d planned your futures together very early on in your relationship though you don’t rush into things, enjoying each and every step along the journey of your lives. Each and every time you mention how he’d be an excellent husband or daddy, he blushes outwardly and his heart soars at the thought. To him, it’s the greatest compliment you could give.

NSFW 🌹

Kissing george is a religious experience that you never take for granted. Even the sweetest peck is both comforting and exciting. The hot and heavy kissing makes your knees shake as he pulls you into his body and holds you in ways that romantic comedies would envy. His favourite is to pull you by your hips so that you’re pressed tightly to his, allowing you to feel his excitement as he kisses you passionately, one hand tucked into your hair as his tongue glides across yours sensually.

Pussy. Eating. King. His lips, tongue and his big angled nose all create the perfect throne for you to sit on. He loves it, you love it and he’s absolutely masterful at his craft. His personal favourite is to have you sit on his face, especially when you’re hips begin to rock as you approach your climax, his face getting covered in your juices.

He has a slight breeding kink, he’s a Weasley after all, but it’s never truly discovered until you actually start trying for a baby. He’s always liked the idea of you pregnant, knowing that the little growing bump would be the most obvious sign that you’re carrying his child, but he’s never realised how much he liked it until it was a possibility. To him, it’s more of an arousing dream than a kink, finding it overwhelmingly hot that you’re his wife, carrying his child and that very thought makes him feral.

Definitely praise kink. He’s absolutely gone each and every time you comment on how well he’s fucking you or eating your pussy, his name on your lips as you writhe in delicious pleasure. It’s not that he needs to hear it per se, he knows where his talents lie, but it drives him absolutely wild to hear those words fall from your lips.

He’s not overly dominant in general but he can get a little jealous and can get a little rough as he reminds you exactly who you belong to. You’re his and how dare anyone think they could look or touch what’s his. Definitely likes the idea of daddy kink when he’s in this sort of mood but he knows that day to day it’s not something he could commit to with you, preferring to have equality in your relationship.

Definitely open to being a little submissive. He loves when you take control and use him for your own personal pleasure, knowing that it’s him that is providing it for you. Not really into mommy kink but he likes elements of it, like how you praise him for being so good for you as you ride him like a pornstar.

This man undoubtedly came within a minute the first time he was inside of you, the sensations completely overwhelming him. He couldn’t help it, he’d wanted you forever and you looked so sexy below him, your wet, warm little pussy wrapped around his aching length was the last straw and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He’d been incredibly embarrassed and apologised over and over but you actually found it hot that he couldn’t last. Over the years he’s gotten a lot better at lasting longer but even now he sometimes looses it way before he should because of how worked up he is. He knows that you somehow seem to like it and he always makes it up to you in other ways, mostly with his mouth.

His dirty little secret is that he still masturbates occasionally, though he never seeks out anyone else to fantasise about and uses the increasing stack of dirty Polaroids that you’d created together over the years. There’s just something about wrapping his hand around his own length and taking care of himself whilst looking at the most filthy photos of you he can find that he enjoys, feeling like a naughty boy doing something he shouldn’t.

He’s always been a little self conscious about his cock as it has a slight upward curve that he thinks is ugly, so much so that he’d tried to put off being intimate with you at the beginning, despite his burning need for you. All of his fears were diminished when you saw it for the first time and your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. As soon as he saw exactly what the little curve could do, hitting all this especial spots inside you effortlessly, he realised how grateful he was for his unique cock and though he still wished it was straighter for superficial purposes, he grew to be okay about it.

His sex drive is high but not as high as yours, which always blows his mind at how much you desire him always constantly. You were well matched though sexually and even if he rejected your advances occasionally you were always considerate and even more willing when he would next initiate.

Loves morning sex and would always chose that over anything, having you beside him still soft and sleepy as his hands wander over the curves of your body. It’s gentle and often lazy at the beginning but he adores it. He loves watching your lips part as he slides into you and the guttural moan that escapes your lips as he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s buried completely inside you, spooning you from behind. It all seems to natural, so uncomplicated in a morning, your naked bodies blending together in the most primitive way to bring each other pleasure.

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shadowbriar · 9 months

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George Fabian Weasley Masterlist

♤ Angst - ♡ Fluff - ✮ AU - ♛ Popular

One-shot

♡ Overtime: Inspired by Overtime by Seafret. George gathers the courage to confess to the Gryffindor Head Girl who always seemed to have a handful heart.

♤♡ Never Walk Away Again: Inspired by Never Gonna Leave This Bed by Maroon 5. She knew that she’s playing with fire from the beginning, but his demeanour has poured nothing but gasoline and now she’s the only one burning in flame as he watches on the side.

♡ Mother Knows Best: The Weasley family dinner might not just be another gathering this time as Molly Weasley invited his long lost lover. Set after the Great War. Fred is very much alive.

♡♛Pretend Boyfriend: “Well, since you don't have anyone you want to go with and that I need someone to shield me from these boys, would you please be my pretend boyfriend?” George deals with his feelings as he falls deeper for her in their fake relationship.

♤♡ Soul Bound: The old grimoire was wide open for her to read. Truth be told, she never thought she would ever need to open the grimoire. But desperate time calls for desperate measures and that’s certainly what she is right now.

♤♡♛Delicate [Requested]: Insecurity and misunderstanding led the boy to ask the wrong girl for the Yule Ball.

♤ Starcrossed: George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader George comes to the realisation that sometimes, somethings are destined to end.

♤♡ One Day [Request]: Being the centre of attention all of their lives has made the two crave for privacy and tranquillity more than anything, but would solitude be a good enough reason to keep their relationship secret?

♤♡ Loved and Lost You [Requested]: Fake dating gone wrong when she realises that her silly idea to help the Hufflepuff boy costs her his bestfriend.

♤♡ Nothing’s Gonna Hut You Baby: The war took something from everyone and it certainly took a big part away from George Weasley.

♤ Vitalum Vitalis: Balancing the scales of life and death is never close to the word safe, but what else could she do when he’s losing his other half?

Series

♤ Reignite: One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again.

♤ Ember: This story is part II of Reignite. He crawls back to the past, trying to salvage whatever is left of them. But one could only try so much before their heart yields and cave in defeat.

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acciocriativity · 1 year

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Flower Shower - part of the Soulmate series

Pairing: soulmate! George Weasley x soulmate! reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings/tags: scars/flowers as a soulmate mark; small injuries; domestic fluff; little Fred in there (alive)

WC: 4,2 k

Harry Potter Masterlist

Worth The Pain - Harry Potter - part of the Soulmate series

The cake in front of me is long forgotten.

I touched the skin behind my left ear while those innocent memories drowned me, the days when I would spend hours in front of the mirror admiring the pretty flowers I’ve gotten that week or when I’d play with the boys in my neighborhood, just to get hurt somehow and give my soulmate some flowers too. I can’t feel it, but I know the white lily is there, right where my soulmate has a scar.

“How the fuck did you manage to hurt yourself here?”, I whispered, and the candlelight oscillated. “And how I haven’t met you yet?”, this time the light was extinguished.

My phone lit up on the counter. My mom’s name at the top.

Did you get it?

I could hear her voice in my head, excited about my reaction and partly worried if I didn’t receive my birthday present yet, but I couldn’t make myself respond this time.

Now that I’m so far from home, neither she nor my friends could come see me in person. Still, the love is on every message and phone call I got earlier that day, and I felt content, happy even. But as day turned to night, the loneliness got bigger and clearer to the point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay there alone, honey?”

I remembered how worried my mom was when I moved out 2 years ago.

“I won’t be alone, I have an excellent companion and right now he is offended”, I said and like on cue, Snuggles, the cat meowed to further prove my point.

That was my answer, because that was the last thing I wanted her to have on her mind. I took my time to move out, maybe more than I should, because my mother, a solo mom for her entire life, started to date and I felt like I was getting in the middle of her business. It was hard in a world of soulmates, to find someone with a dead soulmate or even rarer, without one at all, like her.

She was always grateful I wasn’t like that and for a long time, I knew that was where her biggest source of happiness came from, but soon that turned into nervousness as time went by and I couldn’t find my soulmate.

I went through life watching my friends’ worlds change as they grew, their soulmate marks appeared and eventually, when they met the one. I watched their happiness with a big smile on my face, and how could I not? It was wonderful to see how the magic happened, how the connection attracted them to each other and how their new life as a couple started. While all that happened, the flowers on my skin appeared one by one, sometimes huge enough to cover my arm length, other times so tiny I didn’t even know it was there, sometimes on my arms, legs, thighs, and back. I might have more than 40 now, but I can’t be so sure, since I don’t search for them anymore.

My soulmate has to be the clumsiest person on earth, there’s no other possibility and most days I wonder how they are even alive at this point, then I get another visible flower and a weight is lifted from my shoulders, because they are, indeed, alive.

“You better be waiting for me”, I whisper as if they could hear me somehow.

Suddenly I felt a fluffy thing creeping between my legs and I heard an angry, high-pitched meow.

“Of course I didn’t forget about you”, I cooed and held him up in my arms, near my chest.

Another offended meow.

“An attitude that you have there, I see”, I said and scratched behind his ears with a small smile on my face.

He purred while I walked us to my room. The gift box sat on the couch and the decorations I put up earlier were still on the walls, since I didn’t have energy to take those down. “We both are in need of some cuddles.”

For the rest of the night Snuggles kept me distracted, so much so that I could barely focus on the TV show I put on, because he would get up suddenly, climb me and purr so loud as if I wasn’t petting him already, and he would only stop if my pace was of his liking, but I couldn’t complain because I would do anything for him and the worst part is, he knows that.

I didn’t even realize, but I slept with the biggest smile on my face that night, and I have that smart cat to thank for that, maybe smarter than I could even imagine.

The very next day, I was seated at the same chair next to the same counter I was about to cry last night, flabbergasted. My hands clutching the phone I forgot to take with me last night.

“Mom, are you sure this is not some sort of joke?”

It was 7 a.m for goodness’ sake, way too early for that nonsense, it was what the rational part of my brain screamed. Yet, my mother wasn’t a fan of pranks, in fact, she hated them more than anything in this world and that’s the only reason why I was still listening in the first place, that and all the 35 messages and 4 missing phone calls I woke up to.

“There’s an owl staring at me through the window, when have you seen an owl here?”

I took a deep breath.

“So what do I have to do with that?”

I gave myself grace to eat as much of the cake as I wanted for breakfast, yet my plate was untouched, and I didn’t even feel like eating anymore.

“It says in the letter that Emmy needs to go buy her… things in London, and you know I would ne—

“I know you wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, I’ll go with her”, I interrupted her.

Why did I even agree with that? If it was true, I wanted, no, I needed to see with my own eyes and if it wasn’t, then Stephen wouldn’t need to take a day off just to come here.

She seemed relieved after this.

“Thank you, I didn’t want to put you in the middle of this chaos, I just… I want to help her out.”

“I know, mom, Stephen couldn’t take a day off? How’s she doing now?”

I put the phone on speaker while I made my daily coffee, which I needed more than anything now, all while Snuggles observed everything laid on the floor in front of the fridge.

“No, he already spent his days off last month because Emmy was sick”, she said and sighed. “Her grandma also was a witch apparently, he didn’t know she would be one too, because her mother isn’t, but she was excited by what he told me this morning, she is excited to find out more about this magical world.”

“I think this is like the dream of every little girl, isn’t it?”

She chuckled, and her voice got quieter, but the connection got better a second later.

“What was that, mom?”

“It’s just, this seems like a fever dream or something.”

She whispered, and I heard incoherent noises on her side of the line.

“Being honest, this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve heard, the internet is 10x crazier than that.”

She didn’t seem upset at Stephen for hiding this for a whole year, but maybe she didn’t want to talk about it with me or with anyone that is.

She didn’t say anything, and for a moment I’m not sure if she heard it.

“Can you send a photo of the letter?”, I said.

“I’ll send you later, but the classes are supposed to start two weeks from now, so the faster you can take her there, the better.”

“Tell Stephen to get a train ticket for Saturday morning, she’ll be home before dinner time.”

And that’s how I ended up in a dirty and creepy shop called Leaky Cauldron, but Stephen was clear, that was the right place.

“Keep closer to me, okay? We don’t know what kind of people come to a place like this”, I whispered, and she nodded.

With her hands gripping mine, we got in, and it was better than I thought it would be.

For some reason, there were a lot of people there, something I’d never guess from the front alone.

“Look”, Emmy walked in front of me, pulling my hands.

I could see the door we were supposed to find at the very back wall.

The constant chat and movement inside a dead establishment was a shocking contrast. The people inside were… peculiar to say the least, their clothing the first thing I’ve noticed, the capes and the long dark old-fashioned dresses.

She didn’t even fathom all of that, while she walked through the crowd. Her tiny body did little in actually creating space for us, something that I ended up doing.

I could feel the staring as we walked closer to the door, yet the chatting only grew and some started to whisper. It was quite obvious we didn’t belong, nor should a child be inside a bar, nonetheless nobody stopped us. After we got out, the voices stayed behind, and we found another dirty and suspicious place.

“So that’s the wall?”, I said, not amused.

There was trash all over the ground, and I’m sure a rat family lived around those garbage cans.

Emmy went ahead and, as her father said, counted the stones, so no mistakes would be made. Not even 5 seconds later, she pressed one of them. Part of me still waited for nothing to happen, then a camera would appear out of the corner and all of that would be some sort of elaborate joke. But the stones seemed to come to life and, together and synchronized, jumped to the sides until a thin passage appeared right in front of us.

I couldn’t move.

Emmy clapped, elated, as she could barely stay still. “Grandma told us all about this, she said there is an ice cream shop that’s really good and a place with the best cakes in the entire world”, she said it fast and again, pulled me through it.

A second later, the passage closed.

This isn’t a fever dream after all.

We walked hand in hand through the tiniest space we could find. The traffic in rush hour couldn’t compare to the amount of people gathered there. It seemed like all the witches in London decided to buy their things that day. Huge families and lonely kids walked through us, all different from one another somehow. The buildings were the weirdest, the shapes were all unique and seemed some sort of postmodernism, yet the appearance was… vintage.

“We need to change the money, come on”, I said as she stopped every 15 seconds to stare at something or someone.

The bank was the fanciest and scariest place I’ve ever been to. It wasn’t on my list to be judged by elves that day, that wasn’t something Stephen prepared me for, but now I could die with something extra special on it.

Somehow, I thought it would be easier to help a child get school material, but I could feel the headache coming from a mile away after the first 30 minutes.

“There’s way too many people in there”, I said as we waited outside the last store we were supposed to go in.

The door was barely closed, as people fought to go in and some to come out. I could see clearly through the shop window, bodies were pressed together and pressed on the glass too. She needed 7 books for this year and I needed to come with a plan to get it before 3 o’clock, or she would be late to take her train back home.

“Can we wait a bit?”, she said, with a horrified expression.

“Let’s find a quieter place to stay.”

We walked further down, but there wasn’t any place to sit and there was still a dense crowd. I felt Emmy pulling me towards the weirdest shop of them all. A giant… doll stuck through the high shop window.

“Emmy, there’s too many people in there too.”

It was the opposite of a quiet place. Most of the people coming in and out were kids her age or older with bags and bags full of stuff and a permanent smile on their faces. There was so much noise inside I could hear from far away, but it didn’t bother me at all. I feel at peace there, it was a good atmosphere to be close to, I would give the owners that.

“Dad let me choose whatever I wanted the most to buy, look”, she exclaimed and pulled me closer to the display.

There was so much variety of different colorful boxes and bottles, but the names didn’t give me a single clue of what anything could be, still it was enough for Emmy, and we went inside to “just take a look”, as she said.

“There’s plushies”, she released my hand and ran to the display.

I tried to run after her, but then my legs stopped all of a sudden, even though I didn’t want to. My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I leaned on one of the shelves, while people passed through me as if I wasn’t even there.

I could see Emmy clearly, someone was saying something to her and that same someone picked one of the plushies, but it didn’t seem like one at all, it seemed alive. My eyes never left her as I tried to get it together.

Breath in, breath out. Breat—

It wasn’t working.

Emmy waved at me and I gestured for her to come closer, as I didn’t feel like I could move at that moment. I saw her excited expression turn to worry as she came to me carrying one of the pink fluffy things.

“What is it? Are you okay? Headache?”, she took one of my hands as I took a deep breath.

“I fe—

We heard loud gasps and screams.

There was a big commotion happening upstairs as more and more people turned to see what was going on. I could barely see a circle of people, while someone was holding someone else upright.

“Let’s go, Emmy”, I took her hand, and we walked side by side.

I thought for a moment that I was leaving, instead, I walked up to the middle of that hurricane with a will I didn’t know I had, nor the reason for it. Still, every step I took felt right, felt like something more than just being nosy.

Those two people walked down the stairs and the customers made way for them and by the middle of the staircase, I could see their faces. One of them seemed hurt, could barely walk alone, his hands were full of white powder and the right one held the left one tightly, I felt like I was the one hurting.

When they reached the end of the stairs, we were less than 3 feet away.

They passed us and went to the back of the shop, while I stayed still. He had a rose on his collarbone, and I touched the fading scar I forgot about.

I wanted to follow them, to see if he was alright, to know if there was a way of helping him.

“You got another!”, Emmy held up my right hand.

The borderline of a tiny white rose appeared in a slow motion on my pinky, as if it was drawn handmade by someone, who didn’t want to mess it up. The color was intense, and I felt like it was a real one if I turned to the right angle. Slowly, one by one, the only black-and-gray painted flowers turned to bright-colored ones. It was a sea of light blue orchids and lavender daisies on my arms and white roses and sunflowers on my hands.

Emmy gasped, and I remember to smile like an idiot.

“Go, you have to go and see him”, she poked me in the ribs and pushed me to the direction they went.

“Can yo—”

“Of course I’ll wait, go, go”, she was smiling big and even if I couldn’t see myself, I knew I was smiling just as big.

I went up to the balcony, then looked around and as soon as I realized no one was paying attention to me, I walked to the back door, but before I could reach the handle, the door opened and he was right in front of me.

My eyes couldn’t leave the now pink rose right below his right shoulder, the one place I didn’t expect to be hurt at while playing around, yet I did so many years ago.

“Good, you don’t have that scar anymore”, he whispered, and I felt goosebumps on my skin.

I looked up to him and his eyes were on my collarbone. Heat crawled up through my body as we made eye contact, I felt breathless yet so energized. The air around us changed, something was pulling me towards him and I could barely hold myself together.

A second later, he hugged me and it was like a weight got off my shoulders.

“Where have you been?”, he asked, and his face was hidden in my hair.

We got as close as possible, but still didn’t feel enough and maybe never would.

“Way too far from here”, I whispered back.

I closed my eyes for a moment and I heard his heartbeat. It was real, he really was with me at that moment and I couldn’t believe it.

“I hate to interrupt a happy couple, but you two are scaring the clients away. At least take her inside, George ”, someone said behind him.

George, that’s his name.

He turned to him, one of his eyebrows raised and lips pressed into a thin line, but his hands didn’t leave my waist. It was his twin, who seemed to be having way too much fun with the situation. The smile was wide on his face and his eyes almost disappeared, yet George wasn’t budging.

“Well, then they are welcome to leave, because I’m not about to hide my love”, he said, and hugged me even tighter.

I hid from the prying eyes on his shoulders.

It was true that people were watching us, and maybe a clever pair of eyes caught our flowers, because a new commotion started, but a bit more discreet than the last.

“…at it, it is so beautiful” “…so, aren’t they cute?”

“Can we go somewhere else?”, I whispered, the redness clear on my face.

“Of course we can, love.”

He let me go, and I noticed how hard that was for him. The moment he took a step away from me, I felt like a part of me stayed with him too.

“I live upstairs”, he said and took my hand and pulled me with him as I looked for Emmy.

“Oh, I came with my step sister and I don’t feel comfortable letting her alone…”, I said as I looked at Emmy and gestured for her to come closer.

“Of course she can come too, did you come in the shop because of her?”, he saw the huge bag Emmy was carrying and the new friend on her shoulder as she came closer.

I nodded.

Emmy looked at us with a Cheshire smile and I was surprised she didn’t say a thing, until I realized she was busy matchmaking the flowers on our skin.

“I have a lot to thank you for, miss”, George said with that same smile on his face.

“It’s true, you two met because of me, soo… how about a payment for that?”, she whispered as her face came a little bit closer.

I watched with a big smile on my face as he laughed so hard he leaned back a bit.

“What can I say… she deserves it, after all, she brought me my soulmate”, he smiled at me and I felt all of the butterflies.

So that’s how it feels like to feel special when your soulmate does nothing more than look at you?

“You don’t have to, you know”, I whispered to him.

“I know, but I want to, besides”, he said and looked over to her. “You’re a smart one, it reminds me of my sister when she was that age”.

“Do you also have a sister?”, I asked, quite surprised as an only child myself.

“Oh, love, I have a lot of them, but we can talk over that upstairs”

“Can I stay? I want to look over the shop, please?”, she said as she pulled her biggest trick, the puppy dog eyes as she looked at me, without blinking.

“I-”

“Fred can look over her”.

“Are you sure? There’s a lot of people here”.

“We have more people working today, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a little special tour”, he said with a smile and ran up to his brother as Emmy squealed.

“It’s getting better and better, you have a good one”, Emmy said to me, her eyes shining in delight.

“Yeah, I think so”.

It did get better for her, because she got that Pygmy Puff for free and a whole beginning school-kit as well, whatever that meant. It was an easy trade, since she got me my soulmate that day and George insisted on going home with me after work hours.

“You saw my world for the first time, it’s fair I see yours, right?”, that was his argument, a valid one.

It surprised me how he never got curious enough to explore it before on his own, but as he told me a bit about the latest years of the Wizarding world, a lot of things started to make sense, including that.

“Did you know it was possible?”, I whispered to him as we cuddled on my sofa.

"I heard about it, but it is rare, I’ve never seen anyone with a soulmate muggle”, his arms held me tighter against his body, our legs intertwined.

“A soulmate what? That doesn’t sound good”, I said and raised my head off his shoulder, looking up to his shining eyes.

“It’s how we call who doesn’t have magical powers, love”, he said softly and his thumb caressed my left cheek and jaw.

He leaned in and kissed me again. We both couldn’t hold in the smiles, too lost in our little bubble to pay any mind to the TV or my cat, who wasn’t there a second ago, but chose to silently observe everything, sat on the floor on the darker corner of the room.

“Love?”, he whispered near my ear.

“Hm?”

“How did you get him again?”, he asked and I noticed him staring at Snuggles, who was quieter than I’ve ever seen before.

“He was alone in the streets, but I don’t really remember when we adopted him, why?”, I asked as I played with his long fingers

“He reminded me of a cat I’ve seen before”.

“Do you know what the species is called? I’ve never seen one like him”, I looked over at him with a fond smile. “He isn’t a fan of new people, but he’s not that shy most of the time”.

“I’ll search it up, but I’m almost sure Emmy is not your first contact with the Wizarding World”

“How, do you have magical cats or something?”, I looked up to him, who grinned wide at me.

I sighed.

“Guess I have some magic powers after all, I’m great at finding hurt, lonely and orange fluffy heads wandering around”

“Did you just call me fluffy head?”, the disapproval and disgust clear in his voice.

“What can I say, honey, you do need a hairbrush right now”, I laughed as I tried to conceal his messy hair.

“You do not dare to touch me after insulting me like that, woman”, he said with a dramatic expression of hurt and betrayal as he held my wrist away from his head.

“But you’re so adorable like this, George”, I cooed at him and took his face into my hands.

“Adorable? Adorable?”, his tone higher. “I- You better stop being so cute, I can’t handle it”, he said as he giggled and hid his face on my shoulder.

Did I just break him?

In these 5 hours we’ve been together, he carried himself with an impressive confidence, flirtier as time passed, something I wanted to learn from him, but right now, it seems like I cracked the code.

I could see a tint of red on his cheeks and a proud smile appeared on my face.

“What? Can’t I call you cute? Hm? Adorable?”

He mumbled something against my skin, and I felt goosebumps, then his smile against my neck.

“Do you like that, love?”

The shyness seemed to evaporate from him in the blink of an eye and I knew that that would be the night I’d find out what happened when you tease George Weasley.

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elle's masterlist 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

about me [ updated: 21/7/23 ]

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Are You Lonely? [Fluff]

Festive Dreams of Corduroy [Fluff]

One, two, three (Imagine) [Fluff]

The Wrong Twin [Angst to kinda fluff]

O Children [Fluff]

Flight of The Love Letters [Fluff with very brief angst]

That Cold, Wintry Night [Angst. Deadass just angst]

Even After all Those Years (Sequel to: “That Cold, Wintry Night”) [Angst then fluff-ish happy ending!!]

That Fateful Potions Lesson [Fluff]

Georgie’s Little Secret [Fluff, a bit of spicy stuff but nothing too spicy, just some light snogging!!]

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Over [Angst, blurb]

Weasley Mix-Up [Angst to fluff]

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A Winter Persimmon. [Fluff??????]

Owl Love you Forever [Fluff with speckles of angst]

for you. [Angst, blurb]

my wintry man [Angst, blurb]

isn't she lovely? [Blurb]

lover? [Blurb]

drunk [Blurb]

meadow [Poem?]

pining ‘til the end of time [Blurb]

earlessly bloody. [Flangst?]

i finally found you. [soulmates]

i remember [blurb, george pov]

Letters to G. Weasley. [I don't even know what to label this as ]

so how can my day be bad? [ blurb ]

no longer mine. [Angst]

love. [flangst]

The Weasley and his Cafe [cafe au, pining]

Truly Madly Deeply [fluff]

sodding map. [fluff, George being a smitten idiot]

My darling. [blurb, angst, post war mourning, not happily ever after]

her rhinestones, they shine endlessly [fluff kinda]

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Series (The Boy and The Magpie) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!reader] *Discontinued*

The Boy and The Magpie(1) “Magpie Down”

The Boy and The Magpie(2) “Nargles In Your Hair”

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[___] With George: A Collection of Headcanons

Slow Dancing with George

Studying with George

Rainy Mornings with George

Christmas Eve with George

Cuddles with George

That Time of the Month with George

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Sketching with George

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Fever with George

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Confessing with George

Cafes with George

Walks with George

Kisses with George

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George Weasley but [1]

George Weasley but [2]

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Stray George headcanons [the plot bunnies I catch and boil alive]

george comforting you in the middle of the night

george braiding your hair

george going through it with you

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No Good Deed. [George Weasley x Reader]

Title: No Good Deed. Part 1.

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. Tags will be updated with each chapter.

"How dare they! It's all I have left of him! I've already lost him once and now I have to lose him all over again?!"

You'd never seen George so angry as he stepped into the office, kicking a cardboard restore box under the table that stored this quarter's paperwork in sheer frustration. He tugged off his tie and ran his fingers through his flame red hair, trying to calm himself, his face downcast despite his anger. You silently stood in the doorway of the office, just observing him, not quite knowing what to say or how to comfort him after what had happened earlier that day in the meeting you'd both attended.

"Mr Weasley, there is one final notion on the mandate which must be discussed," the balding, sour-faced man says from the other side of the table, briefly looking up from his typed paperwork as he strains his neck once again, a habit you'd noticed him doing frequently during your hour long meeting which was thankfully coming to a close.

You'd accompanied George to a meeting with his investors in London, notetaking for him and assisting him with the figures that the investors required to see periodically throughout the year as per their contract. You'd always had an affinity for bookkeeping and had found your skills utilised upon employment at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes just after you left Hogwarts, immediately taken onboard by your childhood best friends Fred and George Weasley.

After Fred's death and the end of the war, funds had been low due to the long store closure despite their best efforts at an owl postage service and once George was ready to reopen the shop, he had needed to take on investors in order to get the money to replenish products and reopen the store, giving them shares in the company and the overall profits. Fortunately, the business had immediately boomed once again when the store reopened, only increasing in popularity and therefore profit when Hogwarts reopened and Diagon Alley bloomed with old and new shops opening seemingly every day. The investors were largely silent, providing money without any input to the business, proud to be associated with the more popular store in Diagon Alley, at least until today.

"It has come to our attention that you are providing services under a false pretence which we must discuss," another man says, much harder in his expression.

Your eyes flick to George who looks rightly offended and confused at the vague notion, seeing him shift in his seat somewhat uncomfortably.

"As there are no longer two of you, the name 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' is redundant, incorrect and therefore unmarketable as it stands. We propose that changes must be made to change the name to 'Weasley's', moving the apostrophe so that it denotes the true ownership. Mr Weasley, you have 30 days to make the necessary change or else our shares will be pulled and we will no longer be investing in your business."

The meeting had come to an abrupt end as the investors exited, leaving you with a seething George who had surprisingly held it together until you both apparated to the outside of the shop. You'd struggled to keep up with George as he bounded up the stairs towards the office, completely ignoring Ron and a few regular customers who had greeted him. You shot them apologetic smiles, wordlessly trying to excuse his uncharacteristic behaviour as you followed him to the office.

He threw down his jacket onto your chair as you entered behind him and immediately began tugging at his tie in frustration.

"I can't change the name! It was always me and Fred, I've already lost him once I can't lose him again, not like this," his tone was no longer filled with anger or rage but rather deep sadness and heartbreak at the thought. You closed your eyes for a moment, unable to watch any longer as his words hit you like a freight train, the pain overwhelming you not only at the mention of Fred but of George's evident sadness.

You hear him throw himself down into his chair and you open your eyes again to see him looking completely defeated as he clearly plays out his options in his mind to prevent this from happening.

"Ginny's about to become a Potter, Bill and Charlie aren't in the bloody country, Percy's… well, Percy and Ron can't join in as a co-owner, the deeds are in mine and Fred's name. Six, well, five siblings and not one of them can help. Unless there's a way of bringing Fred back through the bloody veil, which I've exhausted all options in my bloody mind believe me, then I'm fucked. Everything Fred and I built is ruined."

You watch as his long fingers run over his face, rubbing his eyes which you suspect are brimming with unshed tears judging by his emotion filled voice.

Your words flew out of you before you could even comprehend what you were saying, surprising even yourself for a moment.

"I'll marry you."

George looks utterly astounded by your words as his eyes shoot up to yours, confusion evident over every single one of his features as your words sink in.

"Eh?" His brief reply conveys every inch of perplexity that his features show and at any other time the look on his face would have made you double over with laughter.

"Angel, I don't think now's the time," he says with a gentle frown, clearly treading carefully with his words despite his confusion. You fight to get the words out to explain yourself, knowing that somewhere before your unexpected outburst there was solid reasoning in your mind.

"You need another Weasley and the only way you can override the shared deed is by entitlement, like by marriage," you say, moving forward to stand in front of him before taking a seat on his wooden desk. Your leg brushes against his as you hop up and you don't miss how his eyes briefly flicker to the point where your legs touched just for a second.

"I've seen it with my parents, when my mum and dad divorced she was entitled to the interest of his business as a matrimonial asset. We'd have to check if there's a time limit on that but with Fred gone, it's the only way you'd be able to get another shareholder in his place."

You were trying to keep your explanation simple, pulling from your firsthand experience in similar matters but as you fought to explain yourself, you found yourself rambling a little under George's intense gaze.

"If we got married you wouldn't have to change the name, I'd take your name and we'd both be Weasley by law, cancelling out their demands. You'd have to put me on the business documents but we could draw up some sort of contract that doesn't actually entitle me to any money or profit from the business, but they don't need to know that."

Your words hang in the air for a few moments, tense silence lingering between you as your words replay over and over in your mind, wondering if you'd gone too far and made things too awkward.

"I couldn't ask you to do that," George says quietly, averting his eyes.

"Georgie I'd do it for you without a second thought, it might be the only way you could keep the business exactly as it is," you say, reaching out to touch his shoulder, trying to urge him to listen to you.

He fell silent again for a few more tense moments and you could see the conflict on his face as he considered his options, allowing your proposal to sink in. He's quiet again when he replies and if anything he looks a little timid as he speaks.

"But you and Fred," he weakly argues, his words making your stomach lurch painfully. You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment. You hadn't considered this part, the mental and emotional conflict of your proposal. You and Fred had been something throughout your later school years and a little while after, but had never wanted to make anything official, a secret shared between you both that never allowed you to commit to each other.

"Are in the past," you unwillingly admit with a sad sigh, "Fred's gone, it's taken me a really long time to mostly accept it, but if this means keeping his memory alive just as it is then I'd do anything, for him and for you."

Things were a little awkward for a couple of days following your outburst and each time you saw or crossed paths with George you inwardly cringed. You'd shut yourself in the office most of the time, trying only to see him before store opening and packing up and rushing off just before close, ensuring you wouldn't have to spend any prolonged time together.

"I know you're avoiding me," A familiar voice behind you says as you gather your bag and mug off the desk just before the end of the day, 3 days after your outburst. You turn slowly and see him leaning on the door frame with a little knowing smirk on his face, though his eyes look sad. You bite your lip, knowing you'd been caught out and flick your eyes to your bag, to the clock on the wall and then back to George, not really knowing how to respond.

"It's okay, I understand," he says, taking a slow step into the office, "but there's no need to feel awkward, not with me, I don't take it personally that you regret offering."

"I don't regret it," you reply quickly with a frown, effectively cutting him off. Your words make his eyebrows shoot you a little in surprise, or maybe it was the conviction in your voice that surprised him. "I've been avoiding you because it's been painfully awkward to offer yourself like that and be rejected."

"I didn't reject you," he replies quickly but with a gentle tone, now cutting you off. Your eyes widen a little at the quickness of the reply and you can't help but look into his eyes, seeing his tongue poke out and wet his lip as he looks nervously back at you.

You both look at each other for a moment as a little tense silence falls and you both breathe out a chuckle at the awkwardness in the room.

"So to make it clear, I could still marry you?" He asks, walking forwards towards you.

"I think the agreement was that I'd marry you," you teased, smirk tugging at your lips which earned you a roll of his eyes. "But yes," you said, now with a more serious and honest tone. "My offer to get married is still very much open, for the sake of the business."

He stands before you and you crane your neck upwards towards his familiar height and there's an intimacy that passes between you both that had never existed before as you look at each other, communicating only with your eyes.

"Then I accept your proposal," George says, taking your hand mockingly and you gasp at him, pulling your hand away to smack his arm lightly.

"I didn't propose to you!"

"That's not what I'm going to tell our grandkids," he jokes, pulling you into a hug. You can't deny that even though his words were mocking, your tummy did a little nervous and excited flip at his words.

"Thank you, so much," he says as you pull apart, completely serious as he looks at you with such intensity if makes your knees a little weak. "This means so much to me."

"And me."

It was Saturday night and you'd invited George around to your flat after work, to talk over your agreement. You'd opened a bottle of wine and ordered a takeaway, a benefit of living in muggle London that you loved, and started writing out some plans to your agreement as you both sat on the sofa beside eachother, the coffee table littered with notebooks and paper.

"We should move in together, make it believable," George says, taking a sip of his wine. You look at him in surprise, not having expected those words to fall from his lips.

"Who are we trying to convince?" You ask, a little confused at how deep this was going.

"Oh yeah, right," he says, looking away, taking another sip of wine. You immediately felt a little bad seeing his apparent negative reaction to your words and considered his idea for a moment, thinking of the implications.

"Unless the investors ask for character references," you said, picking up your own glass. "I suppose it's possible, we'd have to tell your family wouldn't we."

George nods slowly, on the same wavelength as you.

"Would your family be able to lie if they were questioned?" You ask, looking up at George.

George snorts into his glass and shakes his head in reply, "About hiding Harry, yeah, about this? No way."

"Then we'll have to convince your family that we're actually married," you say, feeling a little uneasy at the thought of lying to the family you cared very deeply for. George made a vague noise of agreement and placed his empty glass down onto the coaster on the coffee table, smoothing the creases in his trousers out with his long fingers.

"How long would we have to be married for?" George asks with a frown and you can't help but feel a little stab in your chest at his words, as silly as it was.

"Oh I don't know, until the investors drop the demand? Or maybe get new investors?" You ask, placing a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face. George watches your every move and you can't help but stare back at him, seeing him paying close attention to you.

"How far away would we be from being able to do away with the investors? Business is good right, maybe I could cash in their shares and become sole owner," he says, flicking his eyes down to your work bag by the door, knowing that there's his accounting documents in there.

"Good idea," you say, placing down your glass and moving over to reach for your bag. You begin calculating the investors shares against the profits of the business and try and work out a timeline for how long it would take for George to earn the money to buy out the investors, assuming business stayed as good as it was now.

"Looks like two years, based on the projections," you say, placing down your pen. "If business stays at the rate it is, you'd be clear from all investors in just under two years."

"Is that, is that okay with you?" George says, looking up into your eyes, his voice suddenly quieter and a little more timid.

You smile at him and nod in reply, genuinely okay with that. "What about you?"

"Of course," he smiles, chuckling to himself a little as he picks at the tweed of his trousers, "you're doing me the biggest favour imaginable, I have the easy deal."

"You have to be married to me, I'd say that's not easy," you tease, picking up your glass and drinking the last sip of wine left.

"I don't know, I can think of many worse things than being married to you," he says with a grin, reaching out to refill both of your glasses. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest as you bite back a smile.

"I have to admit," George says, handing you back your glass, "I feel as if I'm treading on Fred's toes a little, he'd probably be conspiring to turn my eyebrows purple if he knew I was stealing his woman, that or he'd shave them off whilst I slept," he says with a laugh. You chuckle, picturing the scene in your mind but it doesn't stop the little pang of sadness running through you. You wanted to tell George the whole truth but you couldn't, especially not now and so you simply allowed yourself to laugh and took another sip of wine.

"He'd understand," you say, perhaps a little quietly as you try to tell yourself that it was the truth, trying to justify your actions in your mind. George makes a sound of agreement and just as his glass reaches his lips, the buzzer rings out alerting you that the food had arrived.

"So, we have to convince your family that we're getting married, without dating beforehand?" You say, both of you still chatting as you eat your Chinese food. At this point you were feeling a little buzzed from the wine and everything felt a little easier to get out, the hesitation and trepidation of your words no longer bothering you.

"Good point, though we've always been really close so I don't think they'd think it was too out of the ordinary," George says, taking a huge bite of fried rice. "Did anyone know about you and Fred?"

"I don't think so," you replied, thinking of all the time you'd spent at the Burrow and of each family member, "I think Ginny had her suspicions but she never asked me about it. Thank god you were identical, we could always lie and say it was you if anyone did notice something," you chuckled, earning an enthusiastic laugh from George.

"How do we explain the divorce though?" You asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence, your thoughts drifting into all possible outcomes. "I don't want to lose your family because I become your horrible ex-wife," you say, feeling sad about the potential of that.

"You'd never be horrible, not to me and not to them," George says, reaching out to touch your hand. "We could always say we were just better off as friends? That marriage was too constricting for both of us? That way no ones to blame."

"Yeah that could work," you say, feeling a weird sense of sadness at the concept of divorcing George.

"On a serious note though," he says, temporarily placing down his cutlery as he looks at you, his eyes staring intensely into yours. "If you don't want to do this, I completely understand. It's asking too much of you and I'm very aware of that. It would mean no open dating or seeing anyone else until everything was over," he says carefully. You hadn't really considered that but it was a price you were willing to pay. The fact that George had said no open dating had made you feel a little off, knowing he intended to still date even though you were married, which of course was normal in the circumstances but it still made you feel a little funny.

"You'd still want to date?" You asked, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, immediately mentally cursing the wine you'd drank that had apparently released your filter.

"Merlin no," he says with a little self deprecating chuckle, "I meant for you."

"I don't want to," you said, perhaps a little too quickly as it earned you a confused flicker of a look from George. "I mean, everyone would think I was cheating on you and I couldn't do that, not to you."

He seems to understand as he nods his head, once again picking up his fork and loading it up with the food.

"We can cross that bridge when we come to it," he says, with a determination in his voice that seemed to settle your anxious thoughts. "So, I suppose we really should move in together."

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