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[inkymoon16]

Across the Room

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George Weasley x Reader

Set to “She” by Harry Styles

It had been a while since you had gone to a party. Your friends convinced you to go out after a long week of work. You picked out one of your favorite casual party outfits, a pair of jeans, your favorite pair of burgundy Doc Martens, and a plain black long sleeve that was very low cut. 

Ravenclaw was hosting tonight. The Ravenclaw common room was stunning, with massive windows that offered a view of the Great Lake and the mountains in the distance. At night though, the view of the stars was enough to put the most beautiful Veela to shame. You and your friends headed to the common room now, the drafty halls making you cross your arms to preserve body heat. 

The party was crowded by the time you got there and you all immediately headed to the drinks table. You downed a shot and grabbed a glass of alcohol. Your friends moved to the makeshift dance floor and started dancing to the music. Your eyes wandered the party, subconsciously searching for the one pair of eyes that you wanted to meet. 

And there he was. George Weasely. He looked up from his conversation and met your eye contact, holding each other’s gaze for just moments too long. He winked at you and went back to his conversation. The tension that stretched between you two across the room was tight. 

You had been good friends with George since your first year, but lately things have felt different. The flirty banter no longer felt like a joke. You often found excuses to get George alone or touch him. And he was doing the same. 

You surreptitiously kept shifting closer to George and your group of friends did not notice much to your good luck. George and Lee Jordan also seemed to be moving closer to you. The alcohol flowing through your veins felt golden and fizzed with each beat of the music. You looked to George again only to find him already staring at you. It seemed as though there was a golden aura around him. You wanted to reach out and touch it. 

He finally abandoned his conversation with Lee and pushed past people to get to you. It was loud so he had to lean into you to say his hello. You could smell his familiar scent as well as a cologne that made your heart beat just a little faster. 

When you leaned in to talk to him, you put your hand on his shoulder. He was taller than you so you had to slightly raise your toes to reach his ear. Someone pushed past you and in doing so, the front of your body crushed right into George’s. He put his hand out behind your back to keep your balance. 

You looked up at him and saw him gazing down at you. His eyes were dripping with lust. Nothing mattered anymore. The people around you faded to background and the music only became the guitar that pounded throughout the room. His lips met yours with a fire that burned through your skin. Finally. 

[sugasthreedollarkookie]

I need some help!! Please help me !

Im trying to find this fic. It was a George x reader, a couple thousand words.

From what I remember George and reader sneak out of hogwarts in the flying car. Theyre both last years and want to have fun before they graduate. So they are out flying and then they have their first time in the back seat (its more mentioned once, its not a smut fic) and then they both accidently fall asleep and they wake up and theyre falling. George saves reader from dying and he dies instead.

So yeah if someone could help me find that, that would be cool.

Im not doing it justice by explaining it, It is actually so fucking good, I was sobbing into my pillow.

[malfoyheartsgranger]

Love You Through It

Summary: In which George Weasley tries to spare his lover.

A/N: I thought this fic was going to go in a very different direction, but as I wrote, I just . . . well, kept writing. And as I did, the story changed in my mind, and this is the product. Don’t even know what else to say.

Warnings: mentions of death, argument, food

Word Count: 3.7k

. . .

George Weasley had not been the same since the war.

This was to be expected, of course. His best friend, his twin brother, had been killed, and how could he possibly be the same with his other half missing?

The short answer was that he could not.

The long answer, however—the real answer,—was that he really did try. For weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts, George Weasley thought for sure he would never be happy again. His joke shop was mere metres below his own feet at every moment, and yet he could never bring himself to down the flight of stairs leading to the shop. Instead, someone else took care of the logistics and cancelled the coming inventory when she realized Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes would not be back in business for quite a while. This was the same person who made sure George always had a glass of water on his bedside table and who checked in on him every hour or so just to see if he had found the energy to wake. Each morning, she slipped into George’s room from her temporary sleeping spot on the living room couch, and spread open the curtains that she had drawn the night before, just in case George awoke and reached for the sunlight. In the early days, she did not realize just how long it would be until he would do so.

. . .

It was May 29 of 1998, twenty-seven days after George had lost Fred, when he realized this wonderful woman, his beautiful Y/N, had lost people too. George fancied himself a relatively empathetic person, but in the pain of losing his brother, he had forgotten that his girlfriend deserved the same care she had gifted to him. She never had a chance to mourn: since day one, it was her providing for George, and he was too consumed with his own grief to see it. However, when George awoke on that morning near the end of such a terrible month, he saw the clothes laid out and the window cracked open for what they truly were: Y/N’s love.

She had known not to push him in the beginning. Perhaps just the suggestion of a shower here and there, or an offer of dinner. But recently things had been different. She knew what George needed—she knew better than anyone—and he could not have been more grateful in that moment for the sunlight streaming through the open blinds and the sounds of Diagon Alley slipping through the cracked open window. When he sat up in bed, he could have sworn his head spun around one thousand times.

Maybe it was during this momentary loss of consciousness that George Weasley’s brain opened wide enough to realize he would never deserve Y/N Y/L/N.

He had told her countless times before, of course, but always out of adoration and genuine confusion on how he landed such a perfect woman. She had been there through everything, and George knew that if he did not take action, she would continue to suffer for him. He had been a horrid partner up to this point, and he could not allow himself comfort at her expense. After all, he would never be the same, so what was the point of keeping her waiting around for her George to come back?

. . .

At the sound of creaking floorboards, Y/N instantly shot up from her spot at the kitchen table. She had just finished making breakfast and was enjoying her share of the eggs she made. Her share, George figured, because there was another plate of food sitting at the other end of the table. A brief moment of selfish panic crossed his mind at the thought of her lovingly preparing something for anyone other than himself.

He lifted his gaze from the plate of eggs and toast when Y/N cleared her throat.

“George,” she whispered. Her body seemed to unconsciously back up, sending her chair skidding across the wooden floor. She nearly moved to approach him but thought better of it, deciding to merely gesture toward the empty spot across from her. She knew him well. “There’s food,” she said.

“For me?” George asked with a hitch in his throat at the effort of speaking after so many weeks of silence.

“Of course. Who else?” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “Although I usually bring it into your room and just leave it there, and sometimes when I come back it’s gone, and other times you’ve hardly touched it, but obviously you know that. After all you’re the one that eats-”

George cut off her nervous rambling with a silent nod and took a seat, thinking even further about how he could never make up for what he had put her through. Y/N’s mouth snapped shut, and she stared as he lifted his fork. Apparently deciding he was not going to flee, she sat back down as well. As he took small, slow bites, George noticed that Y/N had not moved from her straight-backed, hands-on-her-lap position. He looked up to meet her eyes and was greeted with a hesitant smile.

George spoke suddenly. “You don’t have to be so tense, Y/N. I’m not going to go feral.”

Without knowing what her reaction should be, Y/N let out a timid laugh that made her lips quiver and moved her hands to the top of the table. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Yes, well, I figured there were some things I needed to talk to you about,” George explained. This was a shock to both of them, George jumping into things right away. Well, he had never been the kind to wait around for things to happen: he always made them happen. While Y/N was surely taken aback, only George knew the true gravity of his words. “After breakfast.”

“Certainly,” Y/N conceded, allowing George whatever time he wanted or needed to take to discuss what was on his mind, even if it was something as simple as wishing for an additional piece of toast or salt for his eggs. Y/N was not the best cook, but she definitely tried, especially for George. She made him the same breakfast she herself ate every morning, along with any other meal she prepared, and when he did not eat it worried her. She had been so incredibly relieved when she entered his room five days after the battle and noticed that he had taken a bite of his toast. It was a step up from eating nothing. And every day, she made him food that she hoped and prayed he would eat. She would do anything for him, just as she knew he would do the same for her.

She could not have known that in his own mind, George was doubting if he ever could have acted out of care for her in the same manner that she had for him. There was a small seed of doubt, and although George Weasley seemed the farthest thing from a worrier, when it came to Y/N, he was constantly and painfully aware of his inadequacies. And he would convince her of them, if it was the last thing he said to her.

. . .

Y/N had stared at him while he ate the rest of his meal, a feat she was both shocked and unsurprised that he could accomplish. He and his brothers had always been big eaters, but the past few weeks had proven just how little George could survive on. Y/N thought that his stomach had surely shrunk in the time since the war.

What had not diminished in even the slightest was Y/N’s complete and utter admiration for her lover. While he scolded himself for being so weak, she marveled at how strong he had remained through it all. Sure, he had taken some much needed time to recuperate, but not even one half of the infamous Weasley Twins could heal from such a heartbreak in a matter of days. And his healing would not be finished, but Y/N couldn’t help but hope that his actions today were a telling sign of what was to come.

Just as she began to smile to herself, George cleared his throat and pushed his now empty plate away, eliciting an ear-shattering screech as it ran along the wooden dining table. His sudden movement shocked Y/N back into reality, and she recalled George’s concerned tone when he had said they needed to discuss some things. Certainly nothing could be worse than what had already happened to them, so why should she worry?

And yet, as sure as she was that nothing could ever hurt her more than seeing her Georgie with a broken heart, his next words came near.

“You know I’m not one to dance around anything,” he began in a timid murmur. When Y/N moved her attention to George rather than his empty plate, she could not see his hands, and knowing him, she assumed they were under the table twiddling with each others’ thumbs, just as he did every time he seemed particularly anxious. What he could be anxious about, she could not know, but she had spent more than enough time around George Weasley to recognize his tells, and the fact that they were apparent led her to jump to the worst conclusions. “I especially don’t when it comes to you, because, well, I just think you always deserve honesty. And this is something I’ve been thinking about- well, not for a long time, I suppose, but for long enough in my mind-”

“George,” she cut him off, causing him to shift his attention from the top of the table to her eyes, which at this point were nervously flitting around the room. Before she spoke her next words, she focused again on the man seated across from her. “What is it?”

George inhaled a deep breath, which, if even possible, made Y/N more nervous, recognizing that he was steeling himself for something. “This past month, you have been so good to me, Y/N,” he said, looking down once more. “So good. And I will never be able to completely express how grateful I am for you. I never would have thought I could be sitting here at a dining table having a conversation only weeks after . . .” George drifted off and threw his arms onto the table, crossing them to create a pillow for his head which quickly followed suit. Y/N had known this situation was too good to be true: of course George would not magically wake up one day and be able to discuss the war. But no matter how long she had cared for him at his worst, she would never feel any less heartbroken at seeing him in a state of devastation. With his hands now in sight, Y/N reached across the table and gently laid one of hers on top of his, and at this, he peeked up at her through his lashes and sighed. George parted his lips and shut them again, and Y/N could see his mind working through his own thoughts. With another exhale, George continued, this time maintaining eye contact.

She deserves at least that, he figured.

With a somewhat stinging smile, George shook his head. “See now this is exactly what I mean. Here I am working up to tell you to leave me, and your priority is-”

“What?”

George ceased his speech immediately, realizing his mistake. He shut his eyes for a moment. “Y/N,” he began.

“No,” she interrupted again. “What the hell are you on about, George?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N. If you would just-”

Y/N rose from her chair, sending it sliding across the floor, just as she had earlier, although this time her shock came from a drastically different place than when she had seen George for what seemed like the first time in months. The harsh sound silenced them both, and Y/N stood with a seething stare. How dare George come back to her just to try and get rid of her moments later? He was absolutely unbelievable, and she would stand for no such thing.

During an eternal minute of silence in which both parties considered their next move, Y/N’s brain ventured across a horrible thought. The most horrible one she had ever encountered, to be quite honest. And in a moment of vulnerability, she voiced it.

“Do you . . .” she whispered. Cleared her voice. Tried again. “Do you not love me anymore?”

“No!” George replied, shouting out his answer before Y/N could even finish her question. “No, no, of course it’s not that, darling. It’s anything but that.”

Her anger returned. “Then what could possibly be the issue? What more could we ever need?”

George at least granted her a sympathetic look, tilting his head to the side, perhaps attempting to shake around his thoughts in the hopes that they would come together to form a sentence. But when it came to Y/N, George Weasley’s brain was always mush.

“I just can’t be the man you need me to be anymore,” he decided to respond.

“George, you must know I don’t expect you to go back to normal right away,” Y/N reasoned, with much more compassion in her voice and demeanor than before.

George stood abruptly. “No, Y/N, I mean ever. I’ll never be the same, and that’s not fair to you in the slightest. If I can spare you any more pain than I’ve already caused . . . Well, I have to. I owe that to you.”

Without responding, Y/N collected her and George’s dishes from the table and brought them around to the sink. George stood still, simply watching her movements, completely mesmerized as he was by everything she did. Even in this moment, when he knew that although he was trying to do the right thing and was failing miserably, Y/N still responded with just the right amount of grace and fire.

After dropping the plates and silverware into the sink and allowing them to clatter for a moment, Y/N gripped the edge of the porcelain, and even from across the room, George could see how the bumps of her knuckles turned white. She sniffed once and tilted her head back to look at the ceiling of their flat.

“You once told me you’ve loved me since third year,” she whispered. But George could still hear her. He always heard her.

The redheaded man nodded, not disagreeing at all with her statement. “And I have.”

“And do you think I haven’t changed since then?” With a deep breath, Y/N twirled around and crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you think I’m the same as I was when we met?”

George gave a slight shake of his head, yet still replied, “It’s not the same.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows and let out a mirthless bark. “It’s not the same?” she asked. “Of course it’s not the same, George, but what could be? Do you forget that Cedric Diggory and I were friends? That I told him to ask Cho to the Yule Ball because I knew them both so well? That I cheered him on during every Triwizard event? Do you not remember that yourself and Fr-” she paused, trying not to let her passion outweigh her empathy for George’s condition. “When yourself and your brother had to distract me with pranks because his death took such a toll on me, and not even gifting the nastiest batch of Puking Pastilles to Draco Malfoy could cheer me up?” Y/N looked down at the floor, recalling just how difficult that time had been for her, when Harry Potter had returned with the corpse of one of her best friends, and the world seemed to move on while everything around her came to a standstill. When she introduced herself to young Harry, simply because they shared such a horrible similarity. When she convinced her friends that Voldemort was back, for how could anyone else have defeated someone as powerful and just as the brave Cedric Diggory? When her broken heart was healed by the mischievous George Weasley, and she realized that perhaps her love for him went a bit past that of a friend. “Nothing could compare to what you’ve gone through, George, to the loss that you’ve suffered, but how dare you pretend I know nothing of the heartbreak that comes with losing someone you love.”

George felt horrible. Of course he remembered that. As awful as what happened to Diggory was, it brought him and Y/N together, and a part of him would always hold some twisted sort of gratitude for it. “Of course that’s-”

“That’s not what you meant, I know.” She waved him away. “But my point is, George, I have changed. Not just because of Cedric, but because of so many other things. And you have loved me through all of them.” Y/N brushed her hair behind her shoulder and stepped away from the kitchen sink to approach George. Taking both of his hands in hers, she begged him, “Let me love you through this.”

As George’s eyes brimmed with tears, he could not help but think of how his brother—how Fred—would smirk at him in the moment, but later, in private, admit that he was glad he found Y/N.

“Even if she was best friends with both of us and chose the worse twin,” he would say with a cheeky wink from across the counter of their joke shop, probably while he restocked love potions or some other form of hijinx, “I still think she’s good for you. Amazing, really.”

And then he would spike George’s drink with a crushed up hiccough sweet for him to drink right before his date with Y/N, and George would curse him and love him for it all the same. It would be irritating, but he and Y/N would laugh about it, and that was always Fred’s way.

And in that moment, perhaps only that one, George realized that as hesitant as she was to say it, Y/N missed Fred, too. After all, they had once been a trio, and she had lost him just as much as George had. George had grasped earlier that morning that she lost people in the war but had been too focused on his own pain to understand that they had lost the same people.

When George looked up at Y/N from his previous gaze on their linked hands, he noticed that she was looking at him with tears in her own eyes. She had been thinking the same thing, that while her world had been revolving around George’s wellbeing, she had not been as kind to herself as she deserved. Fred and George would always have a relationship unique to themselves, but that didn’t mean Y/N wasn’t a part of their friendship. In fact, she was a big part, and therefore she was missing a big part of herself. So at the same time George exited his nightmarish reverie, Y/N too reentered reality. And their hands were still linked. As they had been through this all, even if they had not known it.

“I couldn’t leave you, Georgie,” Y/N murmured. “Even if you pushed me right out the door and down the staircase.”

George laughed for what seemed like the first time in years, and he was surprised at how genuine it sounded to his own ears. Standing in the kitchen of the flat he used to share with his best friend in the whole world, George was reminded of Fred in the best way possible: laughter.

Y/N seemed to think the same thing, for despite the wetness pooling in her eyes, she smiled up at her lover and gave him a small nod. “You’re going to be okay, George,” she assured him, only because she knew so herself.

“We’re going to be okay,” George corrected her. He squeezed her hands and spun them around so that Y/N could sit on the kitchen chair while George kneeled on the ground. He lowered her down with his hands and then placed them on the top of her legs. As he traced small shapes on the knobs of her knees, George muttered, “I’m never trying to do the noble thing again.”

Y/N laughed, this time with real humor. “Promise?”

“Pinky swear,” George said, hooking his pinky finger around hers.

She cupped his face in her hands. “And even if it’s the evil thing to do, never try to get rid of me again, okay? Nothing could ever make me leave you. Nothing could ever make me stop loving you.”

“And if something dreadful happens in the future?” George asked with a serious tone.

“I’ll stay. I’ll never leave.”

With a much lighter voice, George wondered, “What if fifty years from now, when we’re old and grey, our favorite cat runs away and we find out some nasty little boy found it and kept it for himself? Or maybe a dog, I haven’t thought that far ahead, to be completely honest with you. I’d even be fine with a hamster if that’s what you wanted-”

“George,” Y/N said. “Even if something as foul as that were to happen to us, we could figure it out. Together this time. No more making decisions by yourself.”

Pushing his joke aside, George leant forward as hastily as he could to place a lingering kiss on Y/N’s lips. He poured every ounce of love he possibly could into that kiss, and as Y/N sighed into him with the relief of his mouth on hers once again, George Weasley knew he was the luckiest man alive. Because he knew that in the coming years, they would each face more heartbreak. It was inevitable. But neither of them would be alone. And they would always have someone to love them through it.

. . .

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[weasleysweets]

KINKMAS MASTERPOST

hi, so i’m relatively new to tumblr.

i’ll be participating in kinkmas, as of right now i’m only doing harry potter characters !!

i know i’m late i apologize i’ll also have a few george weasley stuff coming out later

so if you want * please request a day for a character <3 i’ll do anybody except peter pettigrew and adult voldemort :,)

THE ONLY ONE I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE DOING IS DAY 9& 21!! <3

thank you!!

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Our Little Game - George Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hi loves! I’m back! I’ve had soo much school work, but I had fun writing this one for you guys! Some qs: Are you tired of these types of fics? Do you want some already dating fluff? Enemies to lovers? Let me know what kind of fic you want in the request! I love you guys and always leave feedback if you want!!

Request: @rubinstein1798: 16 and 17 from fluffy prompt list with George?

Prompt: “I dare you” (#16), Is that a challenge? (#17)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 1,534——————————————————————————————————— 

    I was having a great time. It wasn't like I didn't party often, or that this party was particularly amazing, but O.W.L.s were over, I was stress-free, and I was having a great time. 

    And honestly, the party was pretty great. There was a huge, blazing bonfire on the sand a few feet away from me, charmed to burn different colors. Students from all houses danced around it, feeling spectacularly light with the stress of final exams lifted. Music played from seemingly everywhere, likely the work of Lee Jordan's superior charms skills. Even better, bewitched shots of Firewhiskey floated through the air around the party. Grinning, I snatched one out of the air and downed it in one motion. 

“Feeling thirsty are we?” I heard someone ask me. Attempting to wipe the smile off my face, I turned around to face George Weasley. George and I had a - well - complicated relationship. To say the least. We flirted, we fought, then we went back to being friends - and pretty close friends at that. We were at the friends stage. 

“You know, I think I am,” I said, smirking. I jumped in the air and grabbed another floating shot. George snorted as he watched me. “What? I asked, turning to the red-head. “Got something to say?” 

“No, not a word,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Just that you might want to pace yourself if you're gonna make it through tonight.” I rolled my eyes and huffed, stalking off in the direction of the Black Lake. He ran after me, walking by my side after catching up. “Where are you going?” he said, laughing. 

“Right here,” I said, plopping down in front of the water and laying on my back. 

“Come on back,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling. 

“Nope,” I said, fighting as he tried to pull me up. He gripped my hand strongly and pulled again. 

"Please?" he said, flashing me puppy-dog eyes. 

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes as his face brightened. “On one condition,” I added, smirking. 

“And what might that be?” he asked, confused. I laughed and pulled him back to the bonfire, weaving through other students. When we reached the center, I plucked two glasses of Firewhiskey out of the air, handing one to George. 

“We are going shot for shot,” I announced. 

“Are you sure that's such a good idea?” he said, laughing at my already tipsy state. 

“What are you, scared? I fired back, quirking an eyebrow. I watched as his competitive side came out. 

“Is that a challenge? he said. 

“Well yeah,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “I thought that was obvious.” George rolled his eyes as I watched him give in.

“Alright fine. But then you have to jump in the Black Lake,” he said. His eyes glinted mischievously. 

“Hell no,” I said. “I don't  care if it’s Spring. That lake is still fucking freezing. Besides, this was my condition.”

“Oh come on. I dare you,” he said, smirking, knowing I could never resist them temptation of a dare. “Well then it looks like I've won this game rather quickly,” George said, shrugging his shoulders. I flashed him a look of pure hatred, before turning away without a word. I walked through the crowd without looking back. I stopped at the bank of the lake, peeling of my tight shirt and leaving myself in my bra and muggle jeans. I dove into the lake without hesitation. Fuck that was cold. I came up sputtering and quickly bounded out of the lake and back to the middle of the bonfire, where it was warm. A large number of people clapped and whistled, excited at the first event of the night. I shot George a smug look. 

“You really thought it would be that easy? I asked, giving him a challenging look. I locked eyes with him as I downed another shot. I gestured to him and George shook his head as he took his shot. “I dare you to take off your underwear and charm it to float over the bonfire.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N?” he said, looking at me in disbelief. 

“Oh, come on,” I said. “After what you had me do, I'm letting you off easy.” He rolled his eyes. “I dare you,” I taunted. He sighed and got up to go take off his boxers. 

    A few minutes later, I started to giggle uncontrollably as I watched a pair of niffler-covered boxers rise above the bonfire. Others noticed too, and soon the party had stopped so people could laugh and speculate as to who's boxers were floating in the air. George grumpily returned to our spot. I laughed at his expression. “Nifflers George, really?” I started laughing again. 

“They're my favorite magical creature!” he said defensively as he took his shot. I took mine right as he said, “I dare you to jinx the last person you kissed.” I nearly spit out the Firewhiskey. I laughed. 

“So this is how it's gonna be tonight?” I strode over to Seamus and slyly cast a Jelly-Legs Jinx. It was harmless, really. Honestly, it just gave one the impression that Seamus was a very bad dancer. I made my way back to George, who seemed annoyed. 

“Really Y/N? Finnegan? 

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p.’ He rolled his eyes and drank his shot. I was well past tipsy now, but I was never one to back down from a challenge. I drank my shot and prepared my dare. “Weasley, I dare you…”

    And that was how our little game continued for a long time. George would dare me, and we would both take a shot; then, I would dare him and we would both take a shot, and so on. After about an hour of this, I had taken a shot in my animagus form (a hummingbird), let Dean Thomas pierce my ear, been jinxed to have a purple tongue, sat on Lee Jordan's lap, drank a bottle of Skele-Gro, and kissed Zachary Smith. George, on the other hand, had gotten his legs shaved, publicly (and loudly) declared his love for Lavender Brown, dyed a strand of his hair bright blue, apparated to the middle of the Black Lake, made out with a piece of driftwood, and kissed Pavarti Patail. We were pretty much the main source of entertainment, since most of the party-goers had come to watch our little game over the course of the hour. They shouted out suggestions as I contemplated George’s next dare. 

"Make him jump over the fire!" 

"Have him tell us who he likes!"

"Jinx him!" 

“Alright Georgie,” I started. “I dare you to go...and to do - well," I stopped, struggling to get out a coherent sentence. After all, we'd been playing shot-for-shot for more than an hour. We were both well past extremely drunk. 

"Aaand that's the end of this game ladies and gents,” Fred shouted, swooping in front of George and I. He shooed the party-goes away, watching them scatter back around the beach, looking for another form of entertainment. 

“Booooo!” George and I chorused. We fell over giggling at Fred’s stern face, rolling around on the sand. 

“The game is not over Fred!” I exclaimed. 

“Come on Freddie there's no winner yet,” said George, pouting. 

“You guys can't even get a sentence out to give each other a dare,” he said, his strict facade crumbling as he laughed down at the two of us in our drunken state. We had fallen to the ground again after picking ourselves back up, and were slumped over each other on the sand. 

"Fine" I huffed. "But you need to pick a winner." 

"And it will be me,” George said. "There no way i'm losing to this," he said, tapping my head, which rested on his shoulder. Fred rolled his eyes down at us. 

"Fine," he said. “George, I dare you to say who you think is the prettiest girl at this party.” George rolled his eyes at his twin. 

“No can do Gred because she's sitting right next to me.” I felt my heart deflate a little bit. Who was sitting right next to him? Fred rolled his eyes. 

“Y/N, I dare you say the name of the boy you’ve fancied for a year.” I rolled my eyes to hide my panic. 

“Shhh Fred he's right here!” I whisper-shouted, gesturing towards George, whose shoulder I still rested my head on. Fred groaned. 

“You two are hopeless. Alright, let me make this even easier for you guys. I dare both of you to kiss your crush. Who ever does that first wins. Got it?” He rolled his eyes one more time, and walked away. George looked at me gleefully. I'm gonna win he said, before smashing his lips onto mine. I pulled away triumphantly, only to inform him that I had just won our little game. “No, I just won,” said George, shaking his head fervently. For the rest of the night, we alternated between making out and arguing about who had won our little game. We didn’t realize until the next morning (when we woke up in his dorm together) that technically, we both won.

[strxwberrymoonstar]

My love - George Weasley

warnings: None

Summary: Just some fluffy stuff with George Weasley

The crackle of the fire brings you back into reality, you look down at your lap and see some of the assessments you still had to do for your classes. A loud groan escapes your mouth as you rub your sore neck. Daydreaming with your head down doesn’t do anything good for your neck and shoulders. Your hands reach down to grab the papers that sit in your lap and crumble them together as you sort through them, your hope for finishing the papers leaving quickly once you realize how much is left to do.

You roll your eyes, placing the pile of papers onto the ground before getting up out of your sitting position in front of the fire. You hear some pops from your bones as you stretch, before walking out of the common room. You rub your tired eyes as you go to walk into the hallway but bump into a tall figure.

“Oh dear i’m so- love? what’re you doing awake,” George says quietly, obviously seeing that you are tired.

“was finishing off some papers georgie,” You reply, a yawn escaping your mouth. George tilts his head before bending slightly to pull at your arm. “Come on, let’s go to bed,” He says, pulling you along, back to his dorm. Your eyes barely keep open as you get pulled along through the boys dormitory, but you recognise some figures as Harry, Ron and Neville. You give a slight wave to them before being shoved into George’s bed.

“Goodnight Darling,” “Goodnight,”

[weasley-imagines]

Our Family - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested- ~ Can you do George one where weve been dating for 3 years ans I have a child from a formal relationship and one day I come home seeing them together. And later in the Evening they talk about kids from their own too and in the end with fluff? :) ^^ ~ A/n: I Decided to name the child Evan ~(Y/n)'s POV~ George and Evan are the two little men in my life. Evan's going to be five pretty soon, they grow up to fast. When I had Evan, my life completely changed. I was happy to be having a child but, the father was not. He was a drunk, a rude piece of crap that didn't want anything to do with the baby. A few days after Evan's 1st birthday, I packed up my thing and left while he was sleeping. For one year it's just been me and Evan, the duo. I've been barely able to pay off the rent of the small apartment we had got and food for the baby. I was sad at that time, I wanted the best for Evan and all I could give him was a little apartment. When Evan turned two, I brought him out to a bakery shop nearby. I would by him a cupcake as a substitute for cake. If I hadn't went to that bakery that day, I probably never would have met George Weasley. He stands out from the rest of the people, tall, ginger hair, and big brown eyes. He was sitting at the table right next to me and Evan. I was debating if I should say something or stay quiet but Evan had plans of his own. I presumed that he was asleep in his stroller because he was so quiet but it turns out that he was awake. He grabbed his little teddy bear that I had gotten him a while back and threw it at George's leg making him look up from his newspaper. He grins at Evan then smiles brightly at me. He stands up from his table and picks up the teddy bear "May I sit here?" He asks politely, I nod my head unable to speak. "I'm George Weasley" he says holding out his hand, I shake it lightly. "(Y/n) (Y/l/n)" I say softly "And what's this young man's name?" He asks giving the teddy bear back to Evan. "Its Evan" I say moving the stroller a bit to look at him. He seems distracted by George, maybe it's because he hasn't hanged out with any boys yet. He only has me. "How old is he?" George tickles Evan making him laugh. "Two, today." I smile seeing at how happy Evan is around George. "Well, happy birthday Evan" he smiles at the baby. "Where's your dad?" He asks Evan. My heart sinks. I feel so guilty sometimes, not for leaving my ex. But for making Evan fatherless. I wanted those cliche things, where the father comes home from work and kisses the wife, then goes and cuddles the children. I just want Evan to be happy, he's my whole world. "Um, we left dad about a year ago. It's just been us two. Right Evan?" I whisper. He looks at me then at George. George looks kinda sad, probably sympathy. George takes out a pen and begins to write on the corner of the newspaper, he rips it off and gives it to me. "If you ever need anything, just call me. I would like to see you again. Evan as well." He smiles brushing his finger on top of Evan's nose making him giggle. He waves goodbye at us before leaving. "Are you trying to play match maker here mister?" I ask Evan taking him out of the stroller and placing him on my lap. He smiles a few teeth of his are growing, I laugh to myself before giving him a piece of my chocolate cupcake. Now, back to the present. Me and George have been dating for about three years now and it would be a complete lie if I said I wasn't happy. Evan sees George as his father and George sees Evan as his own son. About two years ago, I got a job that paid me more than what I asked for and I was able to buy a house with George, where Evan can grow up. I walked home with loaded bags in hand, George insisted that he went to the store to get groceries but I assured him that I was able to get the items by myself. I took out my key and unlocked the door of the house, I pushed it open and closed it with my foot. I placed the bags on the island of the kitchen and made my way to the living room where I heard talking coming from. I peeked from the doorway of the living room to see George and Evan sitting on the ground with train tracks all over the carpet. "Now, let's see. Do you want a bridge for the train?" George asked Evan, He nodded his head vigorously before standing and walking over to the bridge near the couch. Evan gave it to George, who connected it to the rest. "Train please" George smiled, Evan placed a mini toy train in the beginning and pushed it all the way to the end. Evan cheered and high fived George "Let's get ice cream" George suggested, Evan nodded vigorously. I lean against the doorway "Ice cream before bed?" I ask, Evan's eyes widen. "Ice cream? Who said anything about ice cream?" George ask innocently, Evan shrugs and hold his hands out like he doesn't know anything. "Tomorrow mate" George whispers to him "Let's get ready for bed" he says picking up Evan in his arms. "Goodnight" I tell him kissing him on the forehead, I walk upstairs to me and George's bedroom where I change into my pajamas and lay in bed. George soon comes in too and lays in bed right next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him making my back touch his chest. "I've been thinking..." George whispers in my ear. "Thinking of what Georgie?" I ask "Thinking of having our own children, maybe Evan needs a sibling" George said, I can tell that he's smiling. I turn around and put my hands on George's face, I peck his lips softly "Sounds like a plan" I whisper, he attaches our lips together and kisses me roughly making me moan in his mouth. "Mommy? Daddy?" We pull apart and look at the door to see Evan standing there with his teddy bear in one hand. "Baby, what's wrong?" I ask him "I'm scared" he says shakily "Come here" George says. George picks him up and puts him in between us. I run my hand through his soft hair, he loves it when I do that. Soon, Evan falls asleep in no time. "Soon" I whisper to George "Soon" he whispers back before falling asleep. ~~Kristian

[nineand-three-quarters]

The only secret -George Weasley imagine (request)

I had been feeling pretty funny lately. My emotions were off their rocker, I had these wierd cravings, and I had missed my period. I had a feeling what was going on but I was nervous to confront it. George and I had already been married for 2 years but I just wasn’t certain how he was going to react when I finally told him… When I finally confronted it and put an end to my predictions only to find that I was right, I had to figure out how to tell my husband George. What would he do? How would he react? Would he be happy? I had to tell him soon…

A week went by after I found out and I was constantly trying to find a way to tell him. Should I just sit him down and let it all out? Should I wait a little longer?? I was worried what he was going to say so I decided to wait a little longer. A couple months passed and I couldn’t hide it anymore. This was the only secret I had ever kept from George and he deserved to know. One morning I got up earlier than usual and made him a huge breakfast. All his favorites. There was so much food it almost felt like a hogwarts breakfast feast. I wanted him in his best mood when I told him the news. He came downstairs, “Goodmorning beautiful, wow all this for me?! Merlins beard, you’re wonderful love!” We sat down and ate, talked, and laughed. Breakfast was great until I started to remember the reason I made this ginormous feast. George apparently realized something was wrong. “What’s on your mind love?” He asked with concern in his voice and on his face. “There’s something I need to tell you George. I’ve kept it from you long ebough and I think it’s time that you-” before I could finish he cut me off. “You’re pregnant” he said with the hugest grin on his face. “What? Wait? How did you? You knew?” I was dumbfounded. “Babe, your my wife. I notice everything about you. Things that you probably don’t even realize yourself. You’re eating habits changed. Besides, we cuddle every night. You don’t think I noticed your tummy getting slightly round? Every night made me even more excited” His reaction was the exact opposite of what I was expecting. I truly was so relieved but, there was something else. “Well George, I’m glad your happy, as am I but, there’s one more thing.” He looked at me confused. “George, we’re having twins”. The look on his face was priceless…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! HOPE YOU LIKE IT! :)

[sugasthreedollarkookie]

Things that remind me of George Weasley

Cool showers. Not ones where it's considered a cold shower, but it is on the verge of one.

Summer rain while at the lake.

The smell of bonfires. Looking up above the bonfire and seeing the light dance around the trees or the pretty embers flying around above after one of the logs collapsed.

Reading outside and trying your hardest to get through the page but ultimately failing because you were so lost in thought.

Train tracks during a rainy fall morning.

Cloudy nights, but the clouds are always shifting so you have to wait to see the stars.

Smudging pen ink on accident.

The color red, but only when its rainy out.

Little glass bottles.

[sugasthreedollarkookie]

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George Weasley 

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imagines / One shots 

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Hermione Granger

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Cedric Diggory

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Oliver Wood 

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Ginny Weasley 

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[weasleysweets]

the red book prologue. george weasley’,

summary ; george weasley stumbles upon a red notebook in the library , in it is a game to find the person who wrote it. he unknowingly falls for them in the long run.

warnings ; veeery slowburn, slow updating, etc ! i’m in the middle of another series right now so please be patient !! SLIGHT MODERN AU, ( just music.)

the red book master list,

“fred, what do you reckon this is? it’s the only bright red book in this entire library and look at the front !,” george held it infront of his twin, in black letters on the front read “ do you dare ?”fred’s eyes twinkling mischievously , “we shouldn’t open it here. what if it’s special, or something?” fred tapped his chin in fake interest. he knew all about your little plan for the book. but he wasn’t about to tell you who had grabbed it or george who had wrote it.

“your right. cmon then!” george spoke in an exited whisper, almost running out of the silent library. his long fingers held the red book tightly as the both of them walked into an abandoned classroom. fred instantly using a locking & silencing charm. george flipped the cover open.

he didn’t recognize the handwriting, smiling in delight he read aloud the words on the page “ i’ve left some clues for you, if you want them turn the page. if you don’t, please put the book back on the shelf.” george glanced up at his twin. a smirk across his face indicated for him to continue, george flipped the page and continued. “so , you’ve chosen to play. a revealing choice. shall we begin?”

he flipped the page again and his eyes went wide, “ a coded message , you can decipher it with the right books. but only if you can find them. your first clue requires some heavy reading , look for an old textbook about potions. “ george stopped reading and quickly grabbed his wand. “but if you need to use magic, don’t bother playing.” he groaned at the bold black letters at the bottom of the page.

“what’s it say georgie?” “that we’re not allowed to use magic.” he groaned laying back on the desk and running a hand through his hair. “well. i’m not participating in this. you found it. “ fred’s smirk grew wider as george looked up at him dumbfounded. “seriously?” “seriously.” george groaned once more. “i’ll help you find clues & whatnot, but i’m not going to meet up with the mystery person” george sighed in relief. thankful that his stupid redhead twin would help even a little bit.

HI IF YOU RECOGNIZE THE BOOK ILU!! but if you don’t , it’s taken from dash and lily on netflix . it’s a delightful show!! but that’s the only thing i’ll be taking from it. so you don’t need to watch it to read the series or anything like that.

i do hope you enjoy this series, please message to be added to my tag list !! ( i don’t have many people yet so anybody is welcome!! )

[weasleysweets]

tolerable prologue , g.w

summary ; george weasley is more tolerable than you thought.

warnings ; none

series master list , <3

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THE ONE PLACE that you could get away from the twins was the library. they swore up and down that it was the last place they’d ever be seen. and it was true , in all your 4 years of going to hogwarts you have only seen the twins in the library once. and it was in 1st year, wayyy before they made their legacy.

you had stalked off to the library after your bestfriend announced he was going with ginny weasley to the yule ball. which left you dateless, but you were ecstatic for him. he had eyes for ginny weasley since march, and you were pretty sure she felt the same way about him.

a slam on the table interrupted your thoughts , as you glanced up to see who interrupted , george weasley sat before you. he held the book he dropped into the table just moments before and softly spoke an apology. he rubbed the back of his neck nervously as you shut your book to put your full attention onto him. “didn’t mean to startle you, sorry about that.”

you glared at him annoyed, but the curiousity got the better of you and you were dying to ask the question. “what do you need weasley?” you spoke leaning back and narrowing your eyes at the tall ginger. he desperately tried to avoid your gaze as he played with the hem of his jumper. he chuckled nervously and leaned forward a bit.

“do you have a date to the yule ball?”

i’m so exited for this series :D !!

[weasley-imagines]

The Slytherin Beater - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested- ~ Hello! Do you think you could do a request where the reader is a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team and George falls for her? I hope that isn't too broad ~ May I have an imagine where I'm on the quidditch* team for Slytherin and George is super nervous to ask me out and his friends tease him about it? My name is Leena btw ~ ~George's POV~ "Oi! George! We're talking to you!" My twin brother, Fred, exclaimed waving his hand in front of my face. "What?" I asked, after I was taken out of my trance. Fred looked in the same direction that I was looking at a few seconds ago. A smirk grew onto Fred's face "It's that Slytherin beater, isn't it? Leena?" Fred asked making me nudge him in the ribs. "No! I - I was looking at the - the. Slytherin Captain! I was trying to figure out their game plan." I exclaimed. "You know brother, you've always been a terrible lair. Why don't you ask Leena out already? If you don't get her soon, someone else will mate." Fred said in a matter-of-factly tone while patting me on the back. He's true, I am a bad lair. This girl, Leena, has caught my eye the second I saw her walk onto the quidditch field. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, It was a cold yet sunny Sunday morning and Oliver thought that we should spy on the Slytherin quidditch team to try and see what they were up to. While the rest of Gryffindor team watched the other Slytherins through their binoculars, I kept my eye on Leena the full two hours of their practice. I couldn't help but drool just a little as I watched her every move. The way she smiled, the way her beautiful hair flowed in the air as she flew on her broom, the way her eyes seemed to have a spark in them. There was no denying that I've developed a crush on her, but how can I ask her out. The so called rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin are keeping us apart. It's all about how Slytherins are pure-blood bullies that love nothing but themselves and power. That's not true. Leena has been the nicest person I have ever met, she's not like the few others that have the Slytherin trait of being mean to Gryffindors. The day I saw her was wonderful but not as wonderful as the day I first met her. -I ran through the empty corridors trying to get to my first period class, Transfiguration, I woke up late due to the fact that I stayed up all last night trying to study for some quiz. I turned the corner and accidentally bumped into a small, short figure that was holding a stack of papers. We both fell back, I opened my eyes to see papers wiggling in the air and slowly making its way down to the cold pavement floor. I sat up and looked at the person I bumped into hoping that I didn't hurt them in any way. I heard a soft groan as the girl sat up holding her head, her long hair covering her face. I saw a green and silver tie and a Slytherin crest on her robes. She slowly looked up her hands still on her forehead, then I noticed that I bumped into Leena. I gasped my eyes going wide, I quickly got near her my hands holding her head "Are you okay?" I asked my tone sounding as worried as I looked. "Yeah. I think I hit my head on your chest" she said softly "Sorry" I mumbled "It's alright. I can see that your were in a rush, just like me" she laughed "Yeah" I smiled, her laugh was like music to my ears. "Oh!" I gasped turning around and starting to gather the scattered papers back into a neat pile. "I'm really sorry" I apologized again "No, you don't need to apologize. Um..." She trailed off, not knowing my name "Oh, I'm George. George Weasley." I smiled holding out my hand for her, she shook it. Her soft hand against my rough one "Leena" she smiled as I gave her the neat stack of paper. We both stood up, brushing ourselves off just in case if there were any dirt on ourselves. "Well, I have to go" she said quietly a blush that was very noticeable creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah, me too" I smiled, she opened her mouth to say something but another voice spoke making her close her mouth. "Leena! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Pansy Parkinson screeched as she quickly walked over to us. "Why are you talking to Weasle B?" Pansy asked sending a glare my way, Leena nudged her with her elbow. "Pansy! Don't say that!" Leena exclaimed apologizing to me "No, it's alright" I said in a low tone. Pansy rolled her eyes "When are you two gonna stop flirting? We're late for class Leena!" Pansy exclaimed as she grabbed Leena's wrist and started to drag her towards her class "Bye George!" She smiled and waved before disappearing behind the corner with Pansy. "Bye!" I yelled hoping that she would hear me.- ~The Quidditch Match~ "WELCOME EVERYONE! TO THE LAST QUIDDITCH MATCH OF THE SEASON!" Lee Jordan screamed his voice echoing through out the Quidditch pitch, making the crowds scream and cheer louder than ever before. "Your gonna ask Leena out on a date right? After the match?" Fred asked me putting on his elbow and knee pads on. "Maybe" I said nervously, what happens if she doesn't like me the same way. What happens if I ruined our friendship because I did something as stupid as asking her out. "Oh come on Georgie! Take a chance!" Fred exclaimed shaking his head "Fred's right you know. What happens if you don't ask her and someone else gets her" Katie Bell said agreeing with Fred's comment. "Am I hearing this right? Is George Weasley to chicken to ask out a girl?!" Angelina Johnson exclaimed making everyone bust out laughing soon the laughing turned into chicken sounds. "You guys! Stop it!" I said angrily that they were making fun of me "No until you say that your going to ask out Leena!" Fred laughed making another chicken sound "Fine! Fine! I'll ask her out!" I said in a defeated tone. Everyone clapped and chanted "Georgie! Georgie! Georgie!" I rolled my eyes "Let's go" I mumbled mounting my broom as I passed through two little doors that lead to the field, the rest of the team behind me. The crowds cheered loudly as the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team took they're positions on the field. The game went on and on with Slytherin and Gryffindor at a tie of 50 points. I flew higher into the air and slammed my bat against the Buldger that almost hit me. I smiled when the Buldger went towards the Slytherin's captain but my smile soon turned into a grin when Leena came into the picture and hit the Buldger out of her captain's way. "You really think that it would be that easy, Weasley?" She smiled eyeing my intently. "N-no" I stuttered out feeling heat rush up to my cheeks. "Good" she winked making me almost fall off my broom, I chuckled nervously as we went our separate ways. The game soon ended when Lee Jordan yelled "HE'S GOT IT! HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE HOUSE CUP!" The stadium erupted into ear-splitting screams. I cheered and laughed as I huddled up with my group, but soon I began to frown as I saw Leena looking a bit down. "Now's your chance mate" Fred's voice told me as he pushed me forward. "I can't Fred!" I exclaimed turning around to face him, I saw him look at Lee Jordan that was now on the field with his microphone still in hand. Lee started making chicken sounds into the microphone, making the sounds echo throughout the stadium. Fred pushed me forward, I sighed before walking up to Leena. "Um... Leena? Can I talk to you?" I asked tapping on her shoulder, she nodded her head before shooing away her friends that seemed to have a smile on their face and gave Leena two thumbs up. "Congratulations on the house cup." She smiled "Yeah, thank you" I smiled back nervously "Um... But I came her to ask you something" I said quietly "What is it?" She asked "Well, I just wanted to know if - Ifmaybeyouwouldliketogoonadatewithme" I said quickly "What?" She asked, I sighed "If you would like to go out on a date with me?" I asked nervously. Her smile grew wider "That sounds like a plan, Weasley. The three broomsticks tomorrow at 2:00?" She asked "Y-yeah" I stuttered out. She leaned in and pecked my lips softly almost making my knees buckle underneath me. "WHOA! ANOTHER 200 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIN!" Lee yelled laughing with the rest of the team. I couldn't help but laugh with them as they hugged me and chanted "Weasley got the girl!". But nothing got me more excited then to know that I really did get the girl of my dreams. ~~Kristian

[nineand-three-quarters]

I do -George Weasley wedding imagine (requested)

"Hermione I cant do this, what if Im making a mistake. What if he doesnt love me and this was all a dare, what if hes just under the imperious curse or something? I cant marry george this is a huge mistake". Hermione and ginny started to snicker but you werent laughing one bit. “(Y/N), now your just being a bit dramatic dont you think? If george was marrying you over a dare then thats one reeeaalllyyy long dare he took very seriously for the past 4 years.” Hermione

proclaimed. “The imperious curse? Really (Y/N) ?? Now you’re being REALLY dramatic. My brother loves you with every fiber of his being. He’s not under a curse nor is he acting under a dare” ginny announced. “Ok you’re right. But I’m just so nervous” you replied. “What if he doesn’t like my dress? What if he thinks it’s a bit to much?” “(Y/N), you look absolutely stunning! It’s impossible to be overdressed when you’re the bride on your wedding day!” Hermione laughed. “I think what we really need to worry about Is whether or not George is going to have a heart attack at the sight of you walking down the aisle”” this time ginny and Hermione both laughed out loud at ginny comment. Hermione finished putting the final touches on your dress and you were now ready to see your man. The ceremony had begun and you were waiting anxiously for your turn to walk down the aisle. Although you and George had decided on this small ceremony at the burrow you felt like you were about to step on stage in front of millions of people. First, Georges best man, fred of course, walked out and stood behind Geaorge. Next came harry and Ginny then Ron and Hermione. This was it. You stood arm in arm with your father behind the curtain that was the opening to the tent where the ceremony was being held. Millions of thoughts were running through your mind. “What if I trip in my dress? What if my heel walls off? What if George isn’t syrprised” the curtains we opened and your eyes immediately landed on George who was nervously fiddling with his fingers before he looked up to lock eyes with you. You both were clearly more nervous than you’ve ever been before but the sight of each other washed away any lingering doubt or fear that you both felt previous. Your heart was racing, but the good kind of race. The kind where it had a prize to look forward to at the finish line… you reached the end of the aisle and your father kissed your cheek giving you away to George. You held his clammy hands and recited your vows. “I do” you both repeated. George swept you off your feet, turned you around, leaned you back into his arm and gave you the most passionate kiss you two had ever shared. This was the beginning of the rest of your life, and you couldn’t be any happier! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This one was really fun to write! Thanks for the request!!!! :)