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oogeeky-girlyoo · 5 years

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Big Brother

Requested by Anonymous

Can you do a King George X reader where the reader is George Washington's little sister and when he finds out he acts salty? Thank you! Also sorry if it's complicated.

“I can’t promise I’ll be able to go back to England with you,” you sigh, leaning back into the arms of your boyfriend, King George.

“Why not, my love?” He places his chin on your shoulder, pressing kisses against your neck and cheek. The king has always treated you like royalty, plus he knows how hooked you are on him.

“My brother is the one orchestrating armies against you, G. He leads the charge for independence, you know that.”

“What can he do against me? I’ve got thousands of soldiers at my command,” George argues, furthering his persistent attack on your pulse. His lips press firm, leaving marks all over.

Elsewhere...

“What do you mean? This could be considered treason if you’re lying to me!” Washington hisses, scaring the man in front of him.

“I swear to you, sir, here,” the soldier hands the general a newspaper print.

Washington snatches it, scanning quickly over the page.

“Grab Y/n this instant.”

The curtains of your tent are tossed open, revealing you and the king. A pair of soldiers step inside, tearing you away from your boyfriend’s arms.

“What is the meaning of this!” You shout, struggling against the strong men.

A third and fourth person enters the tent, one pinning down George and the other glaring at you with such disappointment.

Your brother’s gaze is practically deadly. He folds his arms over his chest, the dejected look in his eyes not leaving.

“You’ve been having relations with the enemy!” Washington’s voice is forceful and you can tell how close to breaking he is.

“I don’t choose who I fall in love with, brother,” you hiss, attempting to elbow one of the soldiers in the side but missing.

“Take the royal pain in an ass outside,” your brother’s attention turns directly to George, “If I see you near her or one of my camps again I’ll have you shot on the spot.”

The king laughs, “That’ll cause an unspeakable amount of backlash, general.”

Washington grits his teeth.

“I don’t care. Take him out, now.”

You share one last glance at your boyfriend who’s got a smile on his face. He is definitely planning something.

“You two, out as well. I need to speak with Y/n alone.”

The grip on your arms lets go and you’re tempted to nail one of the soldiers in the face. They’re only following orders, though. Maybe you should just go for your brother.

“What were you thinking? You’re dishonoring our family’s name, goddammit!”

“Don’t talk to me about dishonor!” You yell back, probably waking up any sleeping soldiers in a 50 mile radius.

“Just go. I’ll make sure you’re supervised every single second of the day from now on.”

“You can’t control me just because I’m your little sister!”

“I’m supposed to protect you. After Mom and Dad died...” he lets out a long sigh full of pent up frustration, “I can’t lose you, too.”

You exhale, not realizing how long you’d been holding it in. Your head is dizzy from lack of oxygen and all the arguing.

“I know, George, but I’m a grown woman who can choose her own life and make her own mistakes. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” you approach your brother, pulling him into a warm embrace.

Washington stiffens at the sudden movement but reciprocates it.

“I better not see him around the camps again. I don’t need the British gaining information they shouldn’t have.”

“That’s good enough with me. As long as I’m on good terms with my big brother.”

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longestnight64448 · 6 years

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Songfic Blue Sweater *George Weasley X Reader*

Blue Sweater >>>> Poema

hmmmm...ahhh cinnamon, jackie clung to the sweater he left. she missed him so much, but she knew that he needed to get out of here. Him and his brother had big dreams and aspirations, and the means to watch it blow up.Jakie put the sweater on and looked in the mirrior, it felt so warm against her skin, but it looked like a dress on her. None the less it was the last thing she had left of her two best friends and the love of her life. That blue sweater with a bright yellow "G" on it.

It had been so long since she had heard his voice or see his face. And it's been murder here at hogwarts since they left. The little pink toad had made this place so dreary, and if she had to hear that hum one more time she would go crazy.Luckly there was only a two more weeks of this hell before shcool was out and she could see the twins at there shop, but it felt like 2oo years, and she couldn't stand it.

She watend so badly to write a letter in fact she had tried countless times but...

"Dear George,

i, jackie, your best friend of 9 years is and has been in love with you since we met"

...just didn't have much of a ring to it. she felt like it was something she really needed to tell him in person. but at the same time she was scared.Scared that he wouldn't feel the same, and she would feel more empty then the night they left. before she even she knew what was happening the tears rolled down her cheeks, and she cried herself to sleep cuddled up in that blue sweater.

The next two weeks were tormenting, not because of umbridge, cause for some reason she was gone that same night the golden trio left, but she was still contemplating weither or not to tell george, all the while never letting go of that sweater, she took it with her everwhere, she just couldn't bear to leave it.

Finally, school was out and she was on the train back to home, and back to george. She was hoping George would be at Kings Cross, cause after all ginny and ron were coming home too. but she was soon disappointed when they pulled into the station and Fred and George were no where to be seen.

Jackie met up with her parents, who were right next to the weasleys, they have been family friends since they moved right next door to eachother.

"OH Jackie" screamed Mrs. Weasley as she pulled me into a giant hug.

"hello mrs. weasley" jackie said as she couldn't hide the smile on her face, she always felt like part of the family when it came to the weasley's. They were like that if everyone she supposed.

"Well look at you, you've grown so much since the last time i saw you"

"Mrs. Weasley it's only been a few monthes"

"well you always look beautiful dear, i don't know why one of my boys hasn't fallen for you yet"

Jackie coughed nervously, which ginny did not miss, seeing as the 14 year old was the only one that Jackie told about her little crush.

"oh, jackie you should come see the twins new shop with us tomorrow" said ginny with a little smirk on her face, which cause a blush to sweep jackies face.

"oh, heavens, they couldn't just finish the school year like jackie here, but no they had to leave the place in shambles...to start a joke shop no less..."Mrs Weasley continued to ramble on about the poor choices of her sons

"i'd love to ginny"

"i think you oaught to tell him tomorrow"ginny whispered so only you could here

"thats what i was planning, i just don't know how to break it to him, gosh this would be so much easier if i didn't love him."

"last i heard this was just a little crush"

"well last time i didn't want to admit it to even myself"

"oh jakie" ginny said excitingly as she wrapped her arms around you

"i just know that you two will be perfect for eachother"

"well lets hope he thinks the same way"

"jackie we got to go" yelled your mother who was saying her good-byes to the mr and mrs weasley along with your dad.

"bye, see you tomorrow"

"tomorrow" ginny yelled back with a knowing smirk.

The next day Jackie was a mess, she didn't know what to wear, she had to look cute but not overboard, after all george thought they were still friends, oh what was she gonna do with her hair. 'ugh...george is never gonna like me like this' she thought.

Finally she was ready, she had her hair in a messy bun, but a braid to make it look a little done up but still casual. she wore her favortie black leggings and her favorite little blue dress, it was prettyb enough to be cute but since she wore this stuff all the time it would still look casual.

"mom i'm leaving" jackie said as she took the floo powder into her her hand and stepped into the fireplace.

"the burrow" she yelled as she was engoifed in a green flame.

she fell out into the living room of the burrow, and was immediatly engolfed into a hug by Mrs. Weasley

"oh, darling, ginny should be down in just a little, the boys are already there, but mr weasley and i are gonna stay here."

"i heard my name" yelled a voice from the top of the stairs and sure enough there was ginny weasley.

"ready?"

"ready"

and with that they appartided straight to the outside of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, ginny gave jackie a look before going inside to find the others. Jackie was frozen in awe at the colorfulness and welcoming feeling of the store, this was truly their dream. Jackie took her first step in, this place was booming with business. She saw the twins making their way around the store, fixing things, filling shelves, help costumers.

She couldn't help but watch him with a grin on her face. He still looked the same, if not better since the last time she saw him. He had the same crooked smile that made her heart leap. He gave a little boy one of their famous fireworks, the boy set it off and out flew a giant bird that scared some older lady thier with her son. Then he laughed....oh that laugh how it made her melt inside. He walked back to the cash register. It was now or never, Jackie thought as she made her way towards him, when she came abrumptly to a stop. There she was. No Jackie didn't know this girl, but from the looks of it george did, very well. He gave he a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the back room.

Jakie booked it for the door, and Ginny was right behind her seeing the same thing as jackie had.

Jackie found the nearest bench and fell down bursting into tears.

"oh jackie, i had no clue, i'm soo sorry"

"its ok, i should have known that he just thought of me as a friend, i was stupid to think that he liked me like i liked him"suddenly she felt a burst of confidence, she grabbed the sweater in her hand and marched into the store. she didn't see him anywhere inside so she walked into the back.

"you can't go back there" said the girl from before, you saw that she was wearing work robes, just great she worked with him too.

"don't worry, i'm friends with the twins"jackie said snidly before continuing with her mission. and there she was him, in the corner looking at a picture.

the floor creaked and George looked up.

"jackie" said george staring in awe for a few minutes before pulling her into a hug. She smelt cinnamon, and she almost gave in before she remebered what she was doing, she clutched the sweater and pulled out of george's grasp.

"here" she said offering it to him with a small sad smile. at first he wouldn't take it, and the hurt in his eyes was hard to miss. so she put it on the chair he was just sitting in before walking out that door. George tried to stop her but as soon as she was outside that store she appartided home.

that night she crieds herself to sleep harder then any night at hogwarts after they left. What she didn't know was that George was crying himself. He clutched onto that sweater. He thought back to the night he had givin it to her.

they were walking together out on the grounds past curfew which was nothing new for these two, but umbridge sure was making it harder for these two. Tonight was the night before Fred and George were gonna leave this aweful place forever. But there was one thing George still had to do. Tonight was gonna be the night he confessed his feelings for jackie, he was just hoping that she would feel the same.

"jackie...there is somthing i have to....are you cold" he stops seeing as she is shivering. George takes off his home knit sweater from his mother and throughs it on her."here"

Jackie puts it on and blushes.

"Jackie there is somthing i've been meaning to tell you"

"Go on" an odvious smile streches across her beautiful face.

"i...well-i..."

"hmmm hmmm" came that annoying hum

"what do we have here, two students out of there beds, past curfew no less,oh dear boys and girls do not belong conversing outdoors this late alone, what sinful heathens, off, back to your common rooms, now"

George and Jackie made it back to the common room safely.

"so goerge what did you want to say"

"i...the thing is...i kinda think...that i...well...oh i'll just say it...i lov..."george rambled but looked down when weight hit is cheast. There was Jackie, she had fallen asleep on his cheast" i love you" he whispered before levitating her to her own bed.

Why had he been such a coward, why did it have to be like this, what did he do wrong to make her feel like this.he kept contemplating these things while drifting off to sleep himself.

the next morning he was determined to get his feelings out. he went down to the loft where him and fred stayed to find fred and melissa making out on the couch, melissa was one of their employees and freds latest girl, actually she has lasted pretty long and was starting to become like family.

"hey fred, do you think i can get today off"

"finally gonna tell jackie how you feel bro?"

"jackie, was she the girl who came into the store yesturday"

"yeah"

"oh, now i feel bad, i gave her crap for trying to go back there"

"it's ok, i just need to work somethings out with her"

"sure bro, you can take the day off, but remember this...you owe me"

"k, whatever"

And with that George "popped" to the burrow

"oh george your here, sit, we are just having breakfast"

"no it's gine mom, i was actually just stopping bye so i could go talk to jackie next door"

"oh of coarse dear"

and with that george made his way over to the Ritter's House next door

"oh dear, it seems my little georgy has finally come to his sense" sniffled mrs. weasley as she watched him leave

It took George a few minutes to get to their house, seeing as there was a giant open field between both houses. he rung the doorbell hoping jackie would answer, he wanted to get this over with fast.but to his dismay Mrs Ritter opened the door.

"hello mrs ritters i was wondering if i could possibly speak with jackie"

"oh please george, your practically family please call me Shannon"

"alright, Shannon, i was wondering if i could speak with jackie, it's kinda important."

"oh coarse George, she is up in her room, i don't think she is awake yet"

Jackie sat by her windowsil, wondering if this pain would stop, when she heard a soft knock on her door. she didn't answer, she didn't really want to talk to anyone right now. but it seemed the person had other plans as the storm through the door, but stop in the middle of the room. There stood George Weasley, the George Weasley, the boy she was crying her eyes out for right now. She got ready to turn away not wanting to have George see her like this, but the look in his eye made her stop.

For a while the room was silent, neither of them speaking just boring into one another's eyes. Jackie looked ready to speak, but george beat her to the punch and pulled her into the most passionate kiss she has ever had. pulling apart she is stunned.

"now jackie before you say anything there is something i have to tell you...i love you, i have loved you since the moment i met you and i don't think i'll ever be able to stop, if you don't feel the same way say something....."george paused but after a while realizing she was not planning on inturpting him he continued "...but if you do feel the same way about me i need to know"

and with that jackie flings into george's arms and goes in for another kiss. but mid kiss she remembers something and pulls away.

"what about your girlfriend George"

"what, i don't have a girlfriend, at least not yet."

"but what about that girl who works with you?"jackie asks ignoring the last part of his sentance.

"melissa, oh she's not my girlfriend...."

"don't give me that i saw you kiss her cheek"

"yeah, thats because she is like a sister, fred's been going out with her since before we even left hogwarts"

"then how come i've never met her"

"oh she doesn't go to hogwarts, she lives here, she is the one who sold us the loft for the shop."

"oh,"

"sooo...jackie, now that that is set aside...will you go out with me"

"yes" jackie jumped into his arms for a excited hug, and thats when she smelt it...cinnamon.

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insane-hamilton-imagines-blog · 7 years

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My Queen (King George III x Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous who wanted some fluffy King George x Reader

Summary: It’s your wedding day and you are all ready to marry your fiancé, who just happens to be the King of England! When you start having self doubts, George is there to comfort you.

Warnings: None!

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 1530

A/N: So, I loved writing this because I love King George and Jonathan Groff. To the requester, I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry if I got any detaisl wrong about royal weddings during the 1700s. Anyway, thank you so much for everyone’s support and please feel free to leave some requests!!

You woke up and rubbed the reminiscent of sleep from your eyes. As mind started to think about the day ahead, your eyes shot open and a huge smile stretched across your face.

Today was the day you had been looking forward to for months. Today was the day you would be marrying George, the love of your life.

Jumping out of bed, you looked around the room, and your eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers. Right next to them, sat a small card with George’s fimilar handwriting. It read:

My dearest, (y/n):

You are the light of my life, and I still cannot belive that you agreed to marry me. I am eagerly anticipating the moment your beautiful figure glides down the aisle so that we may become man and wife. Until then, just know that I am thinking about you.

Forever yours,

(King) George

You smiled down at the note and brought the flowers closer to your face so you could smell their fresh scent. After setting them down, you ate the tray of breakfast that had been laid out for you.

Next, two maids came into your room to help you prepare for the ceremony. They sat you down in front of a mirror and pulled your hair into an elegant updo, curling the front sections that framed your face. Afterwards, they applied some makeup.

Finally, they laced up your corset and helped you into your wedding dress. It was a white, ballgown styled dress with lace. It had three-quarters length sleeves and a train coming off the back. You were finally allowed to see the final product when your veil was put on.

You beamed at your reflection because you felt truly beautiful. Everything felt absolutely perfect. All that was left to do was wait until the ceremony started. You thanked the maids and they offered their compliments before they left.

“You look truly radiant, miss.” the shorter one told you.

The other maid nodded and smiled at you before saying, “You almost look like a queen.”

With that, the two bowed their heads and left you alone to your thoughts.

All of the sudden, you began to get this nervous feeling in your stomach. It made you feel like you needed to throw up, so you decided to pace back and forth to keep the feeling at bay. The feeling did not go away, and the thoughts running around in your mind were not making it any better.

Your mind was a jumbled mess, but the only thing you could make out was the phrase, “You almost look like a queen.”

What was that supposed to mean? Was she mocking you? Subtly saying that you were unfit to marry King George and rule by his side?

Unfortunately, these thoughts were not anything new. Ever since the beginning of your courtship with George, you had contemplated whether you really deserved to be with him or not. All of these thoughts took you back in your memoires when you and George first began your courtship.

It was not like you were born into royalty or any sort of nobility. Your father was a black smith and your mother was a seamstress. From a young age, you were given the reasonability of looking after your younger siblings and learning the duties of a housewife.

The life your parents lived was not one you could ever be satisfied with, and you had vowed that you would make something of your life. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would end up marrying the King of England, but it happened.

You had been going into town to pick up some food, when you came across two men having a political debate. One was saying that the King (who was George at the time) was young, inexperienced, and had no right ruling the country, while the other man was defending the King.

Quickly, you had stepped in and defended the king. Eventually, the debate had ended and you turned to the man you were supporting, He asked if you could walk you home, and the rest was history.

Once you and George had been courting for a few months, (he had revealed his true identity already) he decided to let your relationship be known to the people of England. The news was not well received.

People of nobility and those you were not were appalled over the fact that you were just a commoner. Instantly, you received letters upon letters saying how you were nothing more than a dirty whore, looking to steal the government’s money and destroy the monarchy.

Each time you would receive one of these letters, George would rip it up and gather you into his arms. Then, he would draw patterns on your back, while reassuring you of his love.

You were brought from your thoughts with a sharp knock on the door. You wiped away the few tears that had slipped down your cheeks and called to see who it was.

“It’s me, my darling,” A familiar voice spoke.

The grin you wore earily returned as you heard the soothing voice of your fiancé. You took a few steps forward and you were about to open the door when a thought hit you.

“Goerge, you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” you chided him.

“I do not care, I want to see my beautiful bride. I cannot wait for you to officially be my queen” he admitted.

At the word queen, your smiled dropped and sat down on the nearest coach. Although a your heart was racing, you knew what you had to do.

“George?” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. “Are you absoutlley positive that you wish to marry me?” you questioned, voice cracking in the middle.

“Of course, my love. Why would you ever doubt the love I hold for you?” he asked you, shocked at your comment.

“I-I just, I am not royality.” you admitted, half ashmaded. “And I know many people did not want that wedding to happen for that reason. And while I was preparing, one of the maids told me I almost looked like a queen. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but it just made me worried.” you explained, rushing through your sentences.

It was awhile until George spoke again and you knew it was partially him trying to deicive what he said. Finally, you heard shifting on the other side of the door, and you saw a bit of his hand underneath the door, searching for your hand.

Smiling, you let your fingers brush against his and sighed. “(y/n),” George started. “I do not care what others say, or if you are royalty or not. All that matters is I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he confessed.

Now, a few tears of joy slipped down your cheeks, and you brushed them away laughing gently at yourself. How could you ever think such thoughts or doubt George’s love?

After you thanked your fiancé, you heard his footsteps get further away, and you took a look at yourself in the mirror. Luckily, your makeup was still in place, and you just had to pin back your hair a bit.

Not long after your conversation with your soon to be husband, a knock was heard at the door. You knew it was time to walk down the aisle.

You gripped tightly onto your wedding bouquet and took a few deeps breath to try and calm yourself down. Then, the wedding march started and the doors opened. All heads were turned towards you and you put on your brightest smile.

Slowly, but confidently, you glided down the aisle, your dress and veil flowing gracefully behind you. As you reached the alter, you turned towards George and he was beaming right back at you. He extended his arms and pulled back your veil, showing off your radiant face.

Once vows and rings had been exchanged the officiator of the wedding asked you both a simple, yet so important question that you had the same answer to.

“I do.”

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife.” you heard briefly.

But before you could move, you one of George’s arms wrap around of your waist, while the other cupped your cheek. He brought you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into it.

When you pulled apart, you felt happier than you ever had before in your life. Taking your hand, George gently turned the both of you to face the crowd. Gazing across the sea of people, you saw everyone smile, which boosted your own confidence.

“May I introduce for the first time, King George and Queen (y/n).”

While the crowd applauded again, George leaned in and whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle.

“Did you hear that? Your my queen.”

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