#george weasley x male reader

[hpsluts]

Shower Room Fun | George Weasley x Male! Reader

"Agh, fuck you're tight." A moan rang out across the shower room, the sound of George slamming into you filled the area.

"T-Too rough- Ah!" You were interrupted by George, his hand slapping your ass. The sting made you whimper while your ass turned red.

"What was that, hm? Did you say you want more?" He asked sarcastically as he began to ram into you with no mercy. You could feel his cock deep inside you, filling you completely, your hole twitching uselessly around him.

His hand buried itself in your hair, pulling you up by it. Before you could grasp what was happening his lips were on yours, tongue invading your mouth lewdly.

His tongue dominated your mouth, leaving you helpless to do anything but to moan into it. He expertly pressed his tongue against yours, a rough groan leaving him.

He withdrew from the kiss, smirk painting his face, saliva still on his lips. He gave your ass another spank, groping it harshly.

"Don't worry, Love. By the time we're done you'll be addicted to my cock."

You could only nod helplessly.

You knew he was right.

[apollosrambling]

Dumb Love

Weasley Twins x Male/Masc reader 1183 words

The dorm room is quiet aside from the harsh patter of rain on the windows. You’re propped up in your own bed, reading from a DADA textbook to prepare for an upcoming paper. Across the room from you, the Weasley twins are sitting on Fred’s bed, heads together as they study their newest creation. The rest of the dorm is empty, the two others in the library working on a project. It’s a cold, rainy October evening, filling the school with a melancholy whisper.

You look out the window as a large crack of thunder fills the room. The Durmstrang boat is rocking wildly in the lake, leaving you to wonder if the students are taking refuge in the great hall, or if perhaps the ship is enchanted to avoid the feeling on the inside. You quickly realize you’ve been staring out of the window for at least five minutes, and snap back to your book. A movement catches your eye, and you look up to see the twins staring at you.

“What?” You ask, closing your book and stretching. You’d been sitting for what felt like hours.

“Nothing.” They say in tandemonium, which skyrockets your suspicions.

“What?” This time when you say it, you sound significantly less curious and impossibly more weary.

They both shrug, going back to working on their dangerous candies.

Being their best friend of 5  years, you knew better than to drop your suspicion, but you were also tired of staring at your book while pretending to understand the words. Deciding instead to watch the boys, you shove the textbook into your bag. While you have been their best friend, it was easy to tell when your feelings begin to grow.

It started with little signs. A twisting in your stomach when one laughed, a flutter across your skin when another would take your bag to taunt you. The teasing turned from infuriating to blush-inducing. 

It hit you like a truck, though, one holiday evening at the Burrow when you’d decided to stay with them rather than travel further to stay at home. It was late, a fire crackling in the hearth while you say curled between them. They had thought you asleep, dozing like a cat in the coziness of the cottage. 

“Try not to jostle him,” George had whispered, a hand stroking your hair while the other attempted to move to put long-drained cocoa mugs away. 

The way his fingertips felt on your forehead had solidified your feelings, sending you tumbling down a cliff of dumb puppy love. 

“Y/n.” Fred is standing now, moving towards your bed with a mischievous look. “Yeah?” You quirk an eyebrow and lean against one of the posts of your bed, swinging your legs over the edge. 

“Fancy an outing?”

Truthfully, you don’t. It’s cozy in your dorm. The warm heat of the fire as your pet naps in front of it, the familiar smell of sweets and spices. When it comes to the twins, though, you’re weak. 

“Sure.” Without much hesitation you pull on your cloak, not wanting your signature Molly Weasley sweater to be ruined if this outing includes the raging storm outside. 

The twins lead you out of the dorm and towards the towers of the castle. Watching the rain through the windows as you pass, tugging your cloak a little tighter as a shiver runs down your back. 

“Cold?” George sidles up, towering over you at an outrageous height. You huff, moving away to hide your blush. 

“No,” You mumble, but the subtle shaking in your hands gives you away. George takes them in his, intertwining your fingers as you walk. 

It’s hard to not let it go to your head. Sometimes you think their whispers and soft glances are for you. That it could work out. But that’d be outrageous, and they’ve always been tactile. It’s far more likely they just enjoy physical touch with all of their friends. 

After what feels like forever, you’re standing atop the astronomy tower with a charm keeping the pelting rain from your heads. Fred is laying out a blanket -where he conjured it from, you don’t know- when George finally lets go of your hand to set you down on it. The three of you huddle together, watching the gray sky get darker as first years sprint across the lawn in an attempt to stay dry. Mostly unsuccessful.

“Why are we here?” You lean back, resting on your palms and looking up at the two redheads. 

“The ball is coming up.” Ah, yeah. Perhaps they’re about to ask who you’re going to ask. Tell you about the girls they’ve been admiring. 

“Mh, yeah. It is. Who are you eyeing?” You really don’t want to know, but their happiness is important. 

“Well, I reckon I’ll pick up the courage to ask here soon.” Fred is smiling, as if he’s in on a secret you aren’t. He probably is. 

You watch George roll his eyes. “No, you won’t. You’ll just mope around Gryffindor tower and lament about dying alone.”  You cover your mouth to hide the laughter as Fred pulls an offended face. 

“Bugger off, I’ll do it.” He turns to you, shoving at his twin across you. “Who are you asking?” 

“I hadn’t thought about it,” You shrug, too embarrassed to admit you’d pictured yourself between them, dress robes tangled as you dance and exchange kisses. 

“Not interested in anyone, then?” They loom over as if your answer is the most important thing on earth. 

“No.” The burning red that seeps from your cheeks to your ears and back of your neck gives you away. 

“No one would be interested in going with me,” You admit. It hurts but you know you’re right.  

“Bullshit!” George grabs your shoulder, leaning impossibly close. 

“I bet loads of people are hoping you’ll ask them.” 

“Oh yeah, I can think of at least two,”  Fred chimes in, looking just as offended. 

“Two? Who?” Your heart pounds as George stares down at you. 

Do they know two other guys interested in men? Where? You can only think of one, and he’s definitely not interested. 

George is looking annoyed, grabbing your chin with more force than is maybe necessary. It makes you swallow. 

“You,” he growls out, tight grip showing no sign of loosening, “are the most infuriating, dense boy I have ever met.” 

“Thanks?”

Before the word even fully leaves your lips he’s crashing down on you. Weight heavy, free hand slipping through your hair in that obsessive way he likes to touch it. His lips are relentless, violent against yours and brimming with emotion. 

He pulls away, and before you can breathe Fred is taking his place. With a spinning mind and tingling lips you get lost in the sensation of kissing the two boys you’ve been in love with for years, heart pounding. 

When you’re finally given a chance to breathe your cheeks hurt from grinning. 

“So, you two want to go to the dance with me?” 

You’re tackled with more kisses, the rain a comforting soundtrack to your new love story.

[marksbear]

Yo, can you do a George Weasley and (top) male reader who's maybe a Potter or a Black? Appreciate it.

Wsp I don't know muuuch about George but i'll try my best! And I hope you enjoy!

Warnings Fluff to SMUT headcanons, risk taker George NSFW, Potter reader, blowjob, cock warmimg, hair pulling kink, dirty names.

GEORGE WEASLEY X TOP MALE POTTER READER

-He likes to brag about dating you to the other griffindors. Specifically to your brother.

-If you're in a different house he'll sneak inside your common room. Even without you asking him.

-Doing mischief together,

-Snap seperating the two of you in class he caught you two making out behind a large book that was covering yall.

-Him and Fred playing pranks on you.

-He most def fell for you first. Even if you were in a different house he tried everything to catch your attention.

-Harry giving him threats if he breaks your heart or makes you cry.

-Helping him cram his assignments that's about to be due with him in the Griffindor common room.

-He pretends to put your name in the Gobblet of fire as a joke as you stand in the back laughing with him until he accidentally drops the paper inside. Both of you start panicking.

-Him inviting you to meet his family. Harry could tag along I guess.

-Rambles on and on about his day and what happened during it once you asked him how his day was. And he misses no details about it.

-Skipping class together. Hermonie would scold you both after she finds out that the two of you skipped.

-Runs you through ideas about pranks and other mischief he and his brother may cause.

-Him falling asleep on your shoulder during classes.

-You being his first kiss and first time.

NSFW

-Was a nervous/ cocky mess during the first time you two had sex.

-Him convincing you to let him blow you in an empty/abandoned hallway.

-Loves touching you through your pants during class. He doesn't stop until he feels you grow fully hard. Then he just pulls his hand away innocently.

-He loves it when you randomly pull his hair during sex. It makes him go crazy. He'll just moan out loudly begging you to pull harder.

-He's very risky. He likes to be fucked almost anywhere you two could be caught.

-If you're in a different house he'll sneak inside your common room and give you a blowjob under the cover.

-He has an uncontrollable love for the position doggy style.

-Him moaning out your last name as you fuck him.

-Sharing sloppy kisses.

-He's very touchy.

-Likes to wrap his arms around you holding you tight as he thrust in and out of him.

-Likes to be called all sorts of dirty things.

-He loves to give you head under the table as you study in the library. Or when you two are somewhere private he'll cockwarm you as you do whatever.

THE END

[spooky-bunnys]

Fred and George x male dragon animagus reader who can tell them apart and takes part in their shenanigans and scares off anyone who gets too pissed over a prank

he often hoards lots of his shit in his bed and never makes his bed so it’s just a nest and all of his personal stuff that is in his trunk a has all sorts of nasty hexes to keep sticky hands out

often lets the boys play with his hair since it’s so long and doesn’t bother to do much of anything with it other than brush it out

Ah yes. The Weasley twins. My favorite characters in the whole Harry Potter series honestly. My favorite appearance of the twins is in the Goblet of Fire. They looked so good with their shoulder length red hair. Hope you enjoy though.

When the twins found out (Name) McGonagall could transform into his animagus form they were over joked. Especially when he said his patronus was a Dragon. They were expecting a huge fire breathing dragon. Not the tiny dragon that was curled up in his "nest".

See (Name) sleeps in his trunk. That has many spells and hexs casted on it. (Name) didn't like anyone coming into his trunk which he explained is his "safe place". So when a prank goes wrong the twins always comes to his trunk since they're allowed in. They're some of the very few allowed in his trunk, since (Name) only lets those he trusts inside.

Which consists of his mom, the twins, and the golden trio. (Name) doesn't really have friends since he was always getting the twins out of trouble. Or he was getting in trouble for either joining the twins, or is growling at students that bother the twins. Like when Draco Malfoy was bothering the Weasley's about their father.

If the twins hadn't calmed him down their would've been more the just Draco's robs that'd been caught on fire. That's when the boys had cornered (Name) about the reason he could breath fire. Which led to him explaining how his mother helped him over the summer to turn in his animagus form.

The twins stared at his bed and grimaced. (Name) was always hoarding stuff in his "nest". He was always hoarding stuff like almost anything shiny, fuzzy and fluffy stuff(that's where the twins always find their sweaters), and important things. One time (Name) even tried to put the twins in his nest.

Well he sort of succeeded cause, when McGonagall was looking them she found the trio passed out. In the nest. According to George, (Name) had gone to his dragon mind set and semi forced them into the nest. (Name) had felt so bad about it. But they were able to calm him down quickly by playing with his hair.

That was something they found out in one of their first year's at Hogwarts. (Name) had fallen asleep in Muggle studies and Fred saw that he was having a nightmare. So when rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his hair it was like he calmed immediately. So now when (Name) looks like he's going to snap or he's in his depressed mode, the twins play with his hair. Which has gotten quite longer over the years.

But the thing that surprised them the most is the fact that (Name) had been able to tell them apart. He has since their first year. So now when someone needs a certain twin (Name) is the person they go to. Although (Name) does join in with the twins pranking. So sometimes he'll send them to the wrong twin on purpose. It annoys many but the trio enjoys it. A lot.

[fluffthecloud]

Their Soulmate

Weasley Twins x Male Reader

Summary: Reader has a big soulmate mark on his back unlike other people who have a small one on their arm, but he never really cared. You are a Hufflepuff (sorry if you wanted to be in a different house)

Genre: Fluff

Request: ✖️

Warning: N/A

Notes: based on an Ao3 I tagged in the last part, also read the last part too to get an idea of where I left off.

Tags: @jasperthechaosgremlin @stucky4life1945 @smol-book-nerd

Pt 1 pt.3

It was the next day, there weren't any classes today to give the first years time to find their classes and to get a good feel of the school. Y/N, and the twins were just walking around together, they may be in different houses but after the train ride Y/N could not get rid of them.

"So, Y/N, what's your next class?" Fred asked peeking over your shoulder at your class list.

"Astronomy with Aurora Sinister." You said looking over at Fred, "why don't you guys go find your classes? It'll go a lot faster that way." You were confused about why they were following you around.

"Oh, isn't he just cute?" George teased looking at Fred then you, "all first years have the same classes just different schedules." George explained to you. This made you embarrassed to say the least, but then again you were the oldest(or only) child, and your parents never told you what Hogwarts was like.

"He is, George." Fred wraps his arm around your shoulder, "a lot of our classes stay the same for the first few years but that's about all we know."

You nod along, a bit confused but you understand most of it. None the less they made it to Y/N's next class and just took a look inside, "this place is really cool." You commented. Before you could get a chance to walk around you were being dragged out of the room by the twins.

As you exited the room, the three of you saw Percy, so you went up to him, "Hey Percy!" The twins say as they go up to him, you just wave at him, "guess what, Percy." George says as they walked down the hall.

"What is it?" Percy asked waving back at you.

"We share two of our classes with Y/N." Fred finishes the sentence, "we do share other classes with him, but only two with just all three of us." Fred added, he seemed really excited about that.

"Oh? Well what are those two classes?" Percy asked, smiling at his brothers excitement.

Notes: I would like you guys to pick the two classes they share, because it's always potions and that's boring but if you want that then so be it, but there is another class you can pick so there flavor. Also sorry that this is so short.

[thursdaygxrls]

Hi!!

I saw you ask so….

Do you think you could do a George Weasley x male reader who has a fainting condition or got a quidditch injury?

If you’re comfortable obviously,

Or if not even headcannons on dating George?

Thank you ! <3

quidditch george literally has me drooling and sweating 🤭🤭 also, i’ve never done a male reader before, so i apologize if it’s weird. i wanna get more into writing for gender neutral and male readers tho — also i’m still doing the dating george headcanons, i’m just gonna do a separate post for those

Blood & Quaffles

summary — ever catch a bludger to the face? now you have.

pairing — george weasley x male!reader

disclaimer — i do not own harry potter/the characters or the gif

warnings — blood, quidditch incident, as always i didn’t edit

Quidditch practice with Fred and George Weasley was more in line with a mythological fight than a friendly competition. It didn’t matter that the game wasn’t real, and that their opponents were on the same team as them; they were ruthless. And, unfortunately for George’s boyfriend, he’d been put against them.

“Merlin’s sake, Fred!” Ron shouted as a bludger whizzed past his head. As he ducked out of the way, it gave the perfect opening for Katie Bell to smack the quaffle through the highest post.

“Keep your eyes on the ball, Ron,” Fred yelled back, a wide smile adorning his lips.

“Try not to knock our heads off, would you?” (Y/n) groaned. He flew back to the center of the pitch as the team reset their positions. When the quaffle was tossed, he was able to get an immediate grip on it. He soared across the sky with the ball under his arm, dodging the opposing Chasers as well as Fred and George's attacks. That was until he was met in the face with a bludger.

It came from nowhere (actually, it came from Andrew Kirke, who was on the same team and trying to knock out a Chaser who was on (Y/N)'s tail). A whistle was blown from somewhere in the distance, but he'd already fallen from his broom and was barreling towards the ground. The words "aresto momentum" filled his ears, and right before he smacked the ground, he stopped, floating in mid-air for a moment, then hit the grass with a thud.

"Bloody hell, mate," Fred swooped to the ground beside him, "You aren't supposed to fall off your broom."

"Thanks for the advice," he scoffed, clutching his face. Blood trickled down his nose, and the throbbing of a fresh bruise stung between his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Andrew landed on the grass, his face filled with fear, "I was trying to get Katie, not you, and I didn't mean to hit it that hard-"

"S'alright." He waved Andrew off, pulling himself up into a seated position. He let out a grunt as the pain washed over him. Before he could move any further, George was at his side, his face both utterly concerned and guiltily amused.

"Up with you," he said, placing his arms under his arms, "Let's get you to Pomfrey."

"I'm fine," (Y/N) protested, but another gush of fresh blood shut him up almost immediately. He could hear Andrew's voice behind him, shouting out remorseful apologies. They continued to walk along the pitch, George waving off the team members as they swarmed the two with concerned faces.

"We're just headed to the hospital wing, not the morgue," he announced, holding the boy under his arm a little tighter.

"Hey, you alright there?" George's voice was soft when the finally made it off the pitch, his eyes soft as he looked at his boyfriend.

"I'll survive," he responded, holding his head up as he pinched his nose. George nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his back. A small grin lit up on his face.

"Y'know, you look kind of hot with all that blood on your face," he chuckled.

"Sod off." (Y/N) rolled his eyes in return, though, a small smile lit up on his face.

When they'd finally made it to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey rushed to them, taking (Y/N) from his arms and to a cot. As she fussed over him, groaning and complaining about how "horrifically dangerous" quidditch was, George silently watched from a few feet away. Luckily for him, she hadn't noticed he was still there, so he was able to watch without being kicked out.

"Is his face going to be permanently damaged? I can't have that," George spoke up, unable to contain his quips.

"Out with you, Mr. Weasley, get back to practice," Pomfrey replied distractedly, her attention focused on the injured boy in the cot below her.

"Keep that handsome nose intact for me," George laughed as he moved towards the exit of the wing. Though (Y/N) let out another exasperated groan, he couldn't help but grin -- even if George was a git.

a/n — i never use y/n but i tried it out w this one and i really don’t know how i feel abt it

[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.

[goldfeizh]

"Like-like"

PAIRING : George Weasley/Male!Reader, crushing

FANDOM : Harry Potter, one-shot

CONTAINS : Drunk love confessions, fluff, like- one swear word, mentions of alcohol (THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD‼️)

Gryffindor parties are often described to be rather wild, and although it contributes to the stereotype that all Gryffindors are loud and obnoxious, it's not entirely false that the parties they throw can be over-the-top lively. However, nobody ever mentions the calmer aftermath, when the energy has died down and everyone is either wasted, exhausted, or have passed out. You expected George to get drunk— knowing that he and his twin are the life of the party —and you expected you would be the one looking after him, as you always do. Maybe you care for him just a little too much, because if you didn't, you wouldn't be painstakingly dragging the boy up the stairs toward the dormitories.

"Godric's sake, George—" You mutter under your breath as you attempt to haul him up. He's heavy, and certainly stubborn about staying sat on the cold, wooden floor. He groans in protest, whining with slurred words. It always seems like he becomes more irritatingly immature in moments like these. You sigh in defeat, leaning against the wall beside George in an exasperated manner then sliding down to sit next to him.

"Fine then, we're sleeping in the hallway." You mutter, clearly annoyed yet you can't really bring yourself to truly be mad at George. Your gaze wanders, and eventually it lands on the boy beside you. He's rambling on about something without a care in the world, his words don't make any sense. You find yourself chuckling at his ridiculously messy hair, and the way he tries to form coherent sentences and act as if he's sober. It's amusing.

"Then I looked.. I saw you, it was—" George pauses, as if looking for the right thing to say through his inebriated mind, "—It was like, woahh, y'know?" He gestures with his hands to convey an effect of awe, almost hitting you in the process. He turns to you with this stupid grin on his face, he's all giggly and dazed, and it makes you wonder if it's because he's looking at you.

You raise an eyebrow at his words. Humoring him would mean having to deal with drunken ramblings, you don't know if you have the social energy for that. Still, it would make your night less boring. "What d'you mean by woah?" You ask, curiosity hanging in the air. You watch as your friend's expression changes, looking as though he's processing what you'd just said. Or maybe it's a look of incredulity, like he can't quite believe you'd ask that, 'cause to him, the answer is obvious.

"Because," He pauses, leaning against you. For a moment, he just stares at you, until he realizes that you're expecting a reason. George clears his throat, "You're pretty— prettiest boy I ever, uh, seen." He states matter-of-factly, feigning a serious expression. Despite his efforts, a cheeky grin makes it's way to his lips as he snickers, "Aside from me, o' course!"

The compliment catches you off-guard— even though you know that he's under the influence of alcohol and sheer honesty is pretty common for people who are intoxicated, but you're still surprised. And although you laugh along with a scoff as you playfully push the other way, a thought lingers in your head. He thinks you're pretty. "Oh, fuck off." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

"What? Y'dont believe me?"

"Not one bit!"

"C'mon," He laughs softly, "I mean it!" George insists. He lets his head fall on your shoulder as he's slouched on the floor with his eyes closed. "I like your face."

You hum, "I like your face too, I guess."

It falls silent, a comfortable quiet that George immediately interrupts because he just can't seem to stop talking for more than 10 seconds, "The rest of you is pretty cool too."

"Really now?" You reply absentmindedly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Even with your attempt to act nonchalant, the warmth of your face gives away how affected you truly are by his comments.

"Yeah, I likee—" He trails off, the sound of his fingers tapping against the wooden floor rings in your ears. "Eh, you." George declares finally, nodding to himself like he's making sure what he said was right.

If you were surprised by his compliment earlier, this one has rendered you speechless. Partly out of shock, but also because you're far too busy running through rampant thoughts and going through every possibility or reason for him to say that to even think of a response. You don't want to get ahead of yourself and assume that it's a confession. Meanwhile, he doesn't seem to notice how tense your shoulders had become, "Like a lot," George continues thoughtfully. "More than anyone, actually. Uhm, 's that weird? I hope not."

You don't respond, because what are you supposed to do when your friend says something that you know he won't even remember in the morning?

George murmurs under his breath, "Think I—" He cuts himself off, abruptly sitting up straight. His eyebrows are furrowed yet his eyes hold that dazed stare, which makes you contemplate if it's George or the alcohol talking. "No no, I know that I..." He stammers, his expression one of concentration as he tries to find the right words to convey how he feels, or atleast that's what it looks like to you. "Like-like you."

It takes you a moment to react. He sounds so sincere and genuine, and you can't help but bark out a laugh because you'd never thought you would hear George ever say the words 'Like-like', especially not during a drunk confession. It doesn't take long for the other to join in on your laughter, although he doesn't really seem to understand what you find so funny and that just seems to make the situation all the more comedic.

"Alright, come on." You stand up from the floor, patting down any dust on your pants before you reach a hand out to George. "Let's get you to your dorm." You smiles as he takes your hand into his, and only now do you notice how calloused and warm his palm is. It's like all the worries you had moments prior have now been stored in the far back of your mind, you'll worry about it again in the morning. You haul the boy up, and this time he lets you pull him to his feet. He stumbles forward, legs still wobbly as you quickly catch him.

"For the record, I like-like you too," You finally admit whilst guiding George to his dorm-room.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

FINALLY, this took me way too long than it should have. Not my best work tbh, there are some parts that I like and some parts that I wish I had done better. I don't know if I did good on the dialogue, this is my first time writing a drunk character so I hope I did atleast half-decent. I'm still pretty proud of this, though. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!!

[velnias1]

Are you or someone you love suffering from heartbreak? Do you feel useless? Unlovable? If so, we here at potterheads united have just the thing for you! Introducing ✨George Weasley✨, he’s huggable! Kissable! Funny! And his mother loves you more than anything! And better yet he’s FICTIONAL! So he’ll never hurt you like that bastard did. George Weasley, for all your boyfriend needs.

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[b00inazkaban]

Request: could you maybe do a caregiver George Weasley and a little male reader? I can’t find any :( and it make me sad. Any plot really but maybe the twins prank him while he is little on accident and he cries so George comforts him and finds out about his age regression? Thank youuu!! <;3🍉⭐️🧃

Fandom: Harry Potter; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

Readers pronouns: He/Him (could be read as they/them but more towards male, he/him reader)

Warnings/includes: Little bit of angst, little space, comfort, crying reader, discovery of little space, pranksters

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It was your 7th year, you and the twins were in the same year….and you were best friends the Weasley twins. But they just wouldn’t stop playing pranks on you. You had had some tramas growing up, so you discovered a thing called age regression and started using that to cope and you’d been scared the twins would play a prank on you while in little space…we’ll today it happen.

You’d been really stressed with all of your work for your last year at Hogwarts, you’d also began to slip into little space as you were working. The twins sneak in with confetti poppers, fireworks and a whole bunch of other nonsense. You’d started to slip worse when they decided to set them off. You got so scared and slipped all the way after you processed it you couldn’t hold your tears in any longer, and you started to cry.

“George came back to check on you because he’d heard crying and sniffling. “Baby, what…oh my gosh was that cause of us? I’m so so so sorry baby I didn’t know you were in little space….” He said going and wrapping you in a hug and you sniffled into his shoulder. He picked you up from your chair at your desk holding you in his arms whispering soft comforting words into your ears as he grabbed a stuffier and went to the bed to lay with you. All he did was apologize, because he was oh so very sorry.

“It’s okay daddy, I know it was an accident I forgive you” you say as you started fading into your own little dream world. George just cradled you in his arms until you fell asleep, making a mental note to talk to his brother about not pranking you. He doesn’t ever want this to happen again because he felt so bed and guilty for pranking you while in little space.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t been getting stuff out sooner I’ve just been having some bad mental health, but I think I’m doing better and doing y’all’s requests quicker now! :)

[nasa-writing-club]

-INFORMATION-

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WHO I WILL WRITE FOR

Golden Trio Era:

- Harry Potter

- Ron Weasley

- Hermione Granger

- Ginny Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Mattheo Riddle

- Theodore Nott

- Lorenzo Berkshire

- Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

- Luna Lovegood

- Cedric Diggory

- Neville Longbottom

Marauder Era:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene McKinnon

- Mary MacDonald

- Dorcas Meadows

- Regulus Black

- Pandora Lovegood

- Evan Rosier

- Barty Crouch Jr

Other:

- Tom Riddle

- Newt Scamander

- Charlie Weasley

If you don’t see a character you want a fic for on here, feel free to request them anyway (as long as they are Harry Potter characters) and I’ll see what I can do.

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

- headcanons, one shots, and series

- all either “x male!reader”or “x gn!reader” (if you want other specific pronouns, specify)

- fluff, smut (nothing excessive), angst, hurt/comfort, etc.

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

- any teacher/student relationship

- no she/her or fem readers in general

- things im uncomfortable with (If I don’t want to write it, im just not going to)

- anything noncon

- pregnancy (idk man im just not writing it)

SUMMARY

imma write what you want and what i want just be nice and respectful

[blushiinghoney]

"plan hea" | g.w

summary: George made a bet.

content: worth part 2, a bit of angst, gender-neutral, not house specific, ambiguous ending.

warnings: none, may suffer edits in the future.

a/n: someone asked for a part 2 so i delivered, i hope you enjoy.

p a r t 1 - worth

m a s t e r l i s t

[do not repost or copy my works to other sites - i did it myself, you can check it out on MY ao3]

George has always felt like he had to prove himself to others. He thinks it all might've started as a brotherly competition with his twin, always trying to compete for their mother's attention, and in the first years of school - when they still cared enough - they'd compete to see who got the best grades, who did the best spells, who learned to ride the broom faster.

And then came Quidditch. The tryouts were good for the both of them, both being able to get on the team. And it was fun, until somehow, things changed.

Fred, although was his twin, was the complete opposite of him. He had this outgoing personality, a natural flirt, and an unreachable confidence. While George, would much rather keep to himself. So, it was inevitable that even if they had the same face, everyone started to pay more attention to his older brother.

Because of that George thought that if he competed with everyone else, everyone 's attention would turn to him, if even for a moment. That's how the bets started, he'd make bets with everyone about everything. Once he had to make Professor Snape's underwear appear in class, and there was that time he bet Ron he could spend the night in the Slytherin dormitories - he did, and even took one of Draco's socks to prove it.

But there was one time he completely lost his mind.

It was a Gryffindor party after another game win. And George isn't sure how the conversation turned to another bet, he was too drunk to understand anything clearly at that point. His brothers had bet him on taking someone out, the first person that walked through the door at that moment, which had happened to be y/n. Now, George had always had a crush on them - not that he had ever told anyone. So his drunk brain thought this was the best opportunity, and while his rational side tried to make him think clearly, his drunk mouth had already said yes.

The next morning, when he realised what he'd done, he freaked out. But after coming to his senses he made a plan:

The "Happy ever after" (maybe)

Step 1 - approach calmly

Step 2 - ask y/n out

Step 3A - don't cry if they say no

Step 3B - don't freak out if they say yes

Step 4 - make out if yes

Step 4 - have nice date

Step 5 - fall in love

Step 6 - get married

Step 7 - have two kids

** be honest about the bet, and accept cruel fate

** try not to cry when they break up with me for being a bad person

** feel guilty for the rest of my life

Yeah, that seemed like a good plan, he just had to figure out how to bring the bet thing. 'Cause he couldn't get married on a lie, but maybe everything would go so well that he wouldn't have to talk about it or they'd just laugh about it, yeah, that's it.

The first date had been amazing, and it only made George like them even more. And soon one had turned to three, and then it had already been a month of dating. But still he hadn't brought up the but, even though he really wanted to. He felt bad, and really wanted to be honest, it's just everytime he tried, the words would get stuck in his throat and his mouth would get dry.

He was scared.

But in his plan he failed to see the possibility of y/n learning about the bet, from someone other than him. So it was a surprise that one morning, they'd just come to him and handed him 5 galleons.

“Here, 5 galleons, because apparently that’s all I’m worth to you”

No. No. No. This couldn't be happening.

George tried to speak, but they'd already left. How would he fix this? Could he? For the next few days he'd try to speak to them, to explain anything. But it was pointless, he had screwed everything up.

So although it hurt, George admitted defeat, and stopped bothering them, after taking the money out of his pocket and dropping it at y/n's dorm door. It was only fair, he thought. Life, unfortunately, continued and he had to learn to live without y/n by his side.

Until, on a random wednesday, someone was knocking on his door. And he was surprised to see y/n, standing there still in their uniform, waving something in their hand.

"Happy ever after huh?"

"I can explain…", George was so embarrassed, how did they get that?

"Yeah, you do have a lot to explain", then just walked into his dorm.

[george-weasleys-girl]

George Weasley x male reader?

Order of the Phoenix era.

Thank you:)

First Date

Thank you so much for your request! This is my first time writing for a male reader. I hope you enjoy it.

~•~

Valentines Day was less than a week away, and it seemed that nothing could put a damper on the season of love. Not the rise of the Death Eaters or the rumors of Voldemort's return or even the abominable Pink Toad's hostile takeover of Hogwarts.

Rumors were flying as to who would ask who out. George knew exactly who he wanted to ask out. You were curled up on the couch by the fire, opening a package, oblivious to the chaos in the Gryffidor common room.

He approached you slowly, his heart pounding in his ears. This time, he would do it. This time, he would ask you out. He just wished he knew if you felt the same way.

~•~

"Hi Y/N."

"Oh hi, George!"

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" he asked. "We can always talk later."

"No, of course not," you patted the spot next to you. "I got my new book today."

"Oh? What's it about?" George asked, peaking over at it.

"It's a sci-fi book about this scientist who brings dinosaurs back from extinction and puts them in a theme park. Things go horribly wrong. Chaos insues. It's being made into a movie. I wanted to read the book first, though." You explained, setting it off to the side. "But, anyway, sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"No, no, not at all. It sounds cool," replied George. The story did sound interesting, and he loved the sound of your voice. He could listen to you talk for hours.

You shifted to face him. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to talk to you. Well, ask you a question, really." George stammered.

"Ok, I'm all ears," you smiled.

"I was thinking, well, wondering if..." he could feel his face getting warm, hoping you didn't notice him blushing.

"Yes, George?" You placed your hand on his knee.

"Would you like to go with me to Hogsmede for Valentines?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I would love to!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really," you laughed. "I'd love to go with you."

"Ok, great!" he said. "It's a date! Well, I mean, that is, if you want it to be a date, if not, it's ok. We can just..."

"It's a date." you said, giving his knee a gentle squeeze.

~•~

The big day had finally arrived. You, wanting to look good for George, woke up early, hurrying down for a quick breakfast, so you wouldn't feel rushed getting ready.

George, however, anticipating on seeing you at breakfast, scrubbed himself three times over in the shower before heading down at the usual time. His shoulders fell when he saw you weren't there. Hoping you were just running late, he popped up every time someone entered the Great Hall, only for his heart to drop like a stone when it wasn't you.

"What if he's changed his mind?" he asked Fred.

"Or what if he's too excited to eat?" Fred replied, patting his brother on the back. "It'll be okay, mate. I've told you, he's crazy about you."

George just sighed and picked at his food.

~•~

After breakfast, George returned to the common room with a little over an hour to wait. Pacing back and forth, his thoughts ran in circles. He'd built this day up so much in his mind. He wanted everything to be perfect.

An hour later, he was staring into the fire, wondering if you were going to show up, when the sound of someone coming down the stair caught his attention.

"Hi George," you said, smiling.

"Merlin, you're hot," he blurted out just before a blush spread across his cheeks. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yes," you chuckled, pretending you didn't notice his embarrassment. "You know, George, you're looking pretty hot, yourself."

"Th-thanks" he replied with a sheepish grin. You didn't think it was possible for George to blush any deeper, yet here he was turning 93 different shades of crimson. He really was the most adorable person on the planet.

After a few moments, George cleared his throat, "Ready, love?" He asked.

"Yes," you smiled, pulling on your coat.

"Oh here, let me help you with that," George offered.

His hands shook as he helped you into your coat. Once again, you pretended not to notice. But as you headed out of the common room, you clasped his trembling hand in yours, interlocking your fingers. Your touch steadied him. He let out an enormous breath and gave you a smile that melted your heart.

~•~

You had an amazing time, simply enjoying each others company. But everywhere you went was packed to the rafters, and you both felt like you'd barely gotten any alone time together, so you returned to the castle early. The walk back was even more wonderful than your time in Hogsmede. Any lingering nerves were long gone as you walked hand in hand, laughing and talking about whatever random thought popped into your heads.

The Gryffindor Common Room was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday afternoon. "Oooh, the spot by the fire is empty!" George exclaimed, pulling you over. You couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Sitting down side by side, George wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you melted into his side.

You got two glorious hours of cuddletime before people began meandering back into the common room. Fred and Lee clammered over to warm themselves by the fire and regale you with the day's exploits. A fun time was had by all, but you looked forward to it being just you and George again.

After a while, Fred and Lee took the hint and headed off to their dormroom. It wasn't long until the common room emptied out again, leaving you and George blissfully alone. You leaned back against his chest, and without thinking, he kissed the top of your head, letting himself linger, breathing in your scent.

"The book I was reading the other day, did you really think it sounded interesting, or were you just being nice?" You asked after a while.

"No, I really meant it," George answered.

You shifted to face him. "I haven't gotten too far into it yet. Would you like to read it with me? I don't mind starting from the beginning again."

George gave you a lopsided grin. "Are you asking me out?"

You grinned. "Yes, I suppose I am."

"Then, yes, it's a date." George tried to play it cool, but he knew you weren't asking him out on a regular date. You cherished your reading time. It was your time to relax and disappear from the real world for a while. He knew you usually waited until the common room had cleared out for the night so you could be alone to read.

Never in his life had George felt so wanted or so special. His emotions overwhelmed him and the words came tumbling out before he realized what he was saying.

"May I kiss you?"

Your eyes lit up. "I thought you'd never ask."

~•~

People always said that when you kiss the love of your life for the first time, it's all sparks flying, fireworks, and floating on clouds.

They were all wrong. It was so much better.

~•~

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[keep-it-pottah]

Welcome To: Informational Post

Hello hello, welcome to my second blog. You may know me from my first blog aka my Stranger Things blog, this is my third blog aka my Stray Kids blog, this is my fourth blog aka my Tomorrow x Together blog, this is my fifth blog aka my Ateez blog and this is my Walking Dead blog. This is similar to that one, just specialized in Harry Potter and with a purple theme. Here's a little introduction if you haven't seen those blog.

My pronouns are he/they, I'm not really sure what else to say, but if you have questions feel free to ask.

Rules for my blog

I only write for Harry Potter

Requests are open

Inbox is open

16+ for smut

Any asks/requests that go against my rules and/or make me uncomfortable will be deleted

Only send requests in my asks, do not message me your request

Requests from women or fem aligned will be deleted

Women and Fem Aligned DO NOT INTERACT

Women and fem aligned will be blocked

Female reader blogs will be blocked

I will write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Male reader

Gender neutral reader

Dom reader

Top reader

Most kinks

Poly relationships

Trans man reader

Trans masc reader

I won't write

Female reader

Fem Aligned reader

Rape

Piss kink

Shit kink

Sub reader

Bottom reader

Ship fics

Smut with anyone under 16

Incest

Pseudo incest

Smut with afab reader (I don't have a vag so idk how to write smut with afab reader)

Who I write for

Harry Potter - Masterlist

Hermione Granger - Masterlist

Ron Weasley - Masterlist

Draco Malfoy - Masterlist

Neville Longbottom - Masterlist

Ginny Weasley - Masterlist

Luna Lovegood - Masterlist

George Weasley - Masterlist

Fred Weasley - Masterlist

Cedric Diggory - Masterlist

Fleur Delacour - Masterlist

Bill Weasley - Masterlist

Severus Snape - Masterlist

Sirius Black - Masterlist

Remus Lupin - Masterlist

Narcissa Black - Masterlist

Lucius Malfoy - Masterlist

Goodbye From: Informational Post

[m4ng0-gh0st]

I'm taking requests! (For male reader only!!)

Characters I will do:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

(Can do both twins in one fic)

Neville Longbottom

James Potter (Young)

Remus Lupin (Young or adult)

Sirius Black (Young or adult)

(Could possibly do Wolfstar x male reader)

Severus Snape (Young or adult)

Lucius Malfoy (Adult)

All others I won't do (Mostly because I'm not confident in doing them)

Things that I will do:

Smut

Lemon

Fluff

Jealousy

Things I will NOT do:

Angst (Not confident in but there can be just a tad bit of angst)

Noncon

Incest

Pedophilia

[writing-mlm-reposts]

harry potter

a/n: all of these are Male!reader unless specified to the GN/NB

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Cedric Diggory