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His Lady Wife

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: part two to A Nightly Stroll, readers wedding night with daemon, and the reaction of all who find out

A/N: Wow! I was not expecting so much love on my last post! Thank you all so much! I wrote this as fast as I could for you all, so I apologize if it’s not as good. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst, smut, vaginal, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding kink, sorry if i missed anything

There became a moment when Rhaenyra started to notice something. She had always been close with her uncle, and when he was around less and less, she knew something was amidst. At first she thought he might be focusing on himself. After all, he was just back from the war at the Stepstones which took a little over three years to end. But with each conversation, each glance, each touch, she had figured out her mystery. All she needed now was to talk to you alone.

She chose to do so when you were in your chambers for the night, cuddled up with a book that Daemon had gifted you. A knock rapped against your door, “Come in,” you said, fixing your nightgown. 

Rhaenyra walked in, still in her dress from earlier in the day. You quickly walked over to her, “Good evening, my Princess, what may you need at this hour?”

She smiled, pulling you into a quick hug, “Oh Y/N, you know you do not need to be so formal around me, it’s just the two of us, and you are my best friend.”

“Forgive me, it’s a habit Rhaenyra,” you apologized.

“No need to apologize either,” she laughed.

She walked around your room, looking at all the books that you had laid about. She picked up one, examining the cover, “I believe that I can trust you with anything, Y/N,” flipping through the pages, “and tonight I want us to be totally honest with each other,” she finally stopped at the last page, where Daemon had left a note for you. She looked at you with knowing eyes. 

She started to walk towards you, “I myself have done something that I wish to tell you,” she paused, smiling sweetly, “I have taken Ser Criston Cole to bed.”

You couldn’t contain your giggling, knowing that Rhaenyra had found the knight most attractive for sometime now. You grabbed her hands, dying to know more, “Gods, how did it happen!”

She laughed, pulling your hands, “First I need you to tell me something that you did.”

Your heart started pounding, feeling your hands start to grow sweaty. You thought no one knew, not a single word about the night had been spoken by anyone. How did Rhaenyra know?

Did Daemon tell her? You knew they were close. “I,” you cleared your throat, “Well, recently I have had relations with the Prince,” you closed your eyes, expecting anger from Rhaenyra, but instead she was smiling.

“I knew it! First I noticed Daemon partaking in much more conversation with you, and then I saw all of the signs,” she seemed very proud of herself. 

You were very confused, “What signs are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh you know, the glances, the touches. I’m surprised your own father had not noticed,” She picked up the book once again, “Not to mention this book from his own collection with a note to you.” she smirked, “So tell me dear friend, how did you woo my uncle?”

You laughed softly, “I wouldn’t say that I wooed him, it was definitely him doing the wooing.” It comforted you knowing that Rhaenyra wasn’t upset, she even seemed excited.

—

While you were having your talk with Rhaenyra, your father had finally noticed you. Unknown to you or Daemon, he had spies in the pleasure house. Otto had wanted to be rid of Daemon for years, dispersing spies all over King’s Landing to catch him in whatever chaos he chose to start. Otto Hightower prided himself in knowing just about everything that went on with his daughters. Alicent, she was married to the King and she bore him an heir. Y/N, she was his second born and all she did was read around the keep. He knew she didn’t do anything else, she had no suitors, and her only friend was Rhaenyra, or so he thought.

The night his informant came back with the news that Daemon Targaryen had taken his daughter, his youngest child, in a pleasure house, Otto was enraged. His room was a mess, books scattered across the area, table turned over, the food spilled on the floor. Immediately, he had gone to the King, only to find Daemon already there. “Ah, Otto,” the King spoke, “I was just about to summon you.”

Viserys walked over to the Hand, giving him a goblet, “Daemon has just presented me with a fine idea,” he smiled at his brother, “Daemon should marry your daughter, Y/N. I think they would make a fine couple, and I’m sure Daemon would treat her very well.”

Otto was quick to respond, “Yes my King, but Daemon already has a lady wife.”

Viserys’ smile faded, “Did you not hear, the late Lady Rhea Royce has passed.”

Otto looked back and forth between Viserys and Daemon, now realizing there was not a single way that he could say no, it was a fine choice for his daughter, a prince.

—

After your night, Daemon had become quite more open with his flirting with you. With no one knowing about what happened, it felt like your own little secret. His glances were longer and more open than before, as if he wanted everyone who’s you were. Each touch was longer, each movement of your hair seemed to linger around your face, making you lost in his touch. No one could question why he was doing it, now that you were openly engaged. 

You wish that you could have told Alicent before the King did, before Daemon had proposed, but you did have enough time. Your relationship was falling apart with Alicent, and this had been the final straw. After a dinner with your father, Alicent had finally approached you since your engagement with Daemon. “I would think that you being wed to someone would include me,” she said immediately.

Surprised from the sudden intrusion you jumped, “Well, Alicent, I would think plotting to marry the King would have included me as well, but here we are.”

She let out a scoff, “You’re really still upset about that? I did the duty I had to, the duty of our house! At least father cares about what’s going on with me, because if he’s letting you marry Daemon he really has no care for you.”

You could feel the burn of your tears forming, begging them not to spill, “Good thing I’m not important enough to do my duty so I can marry the man I love!”

“You know nothing about love,” she said bitterly, “you barely know Daemon, you’ve done nothing with him, and if you did I would know.”

You walked right up to her, in her space, lowering your voice, “Oh yeah? Then explain to me how the Prince Daemon Targaryen fucked me raw in a pleasure house, and you had no idea.”

The look on her face made your pride swell. Your relationship with Alicent had finally broken, and you were no longer upset by it. She had been the block all along. Your entire life you felt you needed to to be just like her, you lived in her shadow. But now you truly realize your life is better, you can do what you want, you can marry who you want.

—

The preparations for your wedding started almost immediately after your argument with Alicent. Not much of the planning was on yours or Daemon’s part, as the King was extremely excited for his brother to finally be subdued. A royal feast was to be held after your ceremony, and then you would finally be alone with Daemon, for the first time since that night. You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of finally being with Daemon again, feeling him again.

The day had gone by wonderfully, you and Daemon were now man and wife. Your sister Alicent was nowhere to be seen during the event, something to which had not gone unnoticed by the King. Before the end of the celebration, Viserys himself had apologized to you on behalf of Alicent’s behavior, assuring you that it will not happen at any other event of celebration for your matrimony. Daemon assured his brother it was okay, taking your hand to kiss it.

Daemon’s hand led you to your now shared chambers, his fingers woven in with yours. Once the door was open, you saw that there was fruit and wine on the table, and many more gifts around the room. 

Once the door had closed, he wasted no time in bringing his lips to yours, already grabbing at your hips. “You looked ravishing all night, darling,” you felt his hot breath as he whispered against your ear, “and it was so hard to not just take you then and there in front of everyone.”

Moaning at his words, you put your mouth against his again, moving your hands into his hair. His hands ran along your waist, stopping to grab your ass, “All mine now,”

Daemon slowly untied the back of your dress, helping you climb out of it, you help him out of his as well. He walked you to the bed, laying you down, spreading your legs apart. His hand started massaging your thigh as he ran his fingers up your slit, “all this for me? I haven’t done anything yet,”

Your cheeks flush at his words, rutting against his hand, “Please, Daemon,”

He plunged two fingers into you, curling them into a spot that you didn’t know was in you. His hand laid across your navel, his thumb rubbing swift circles across your clit. Each kiss along your thigh surging with pleasure. You could feel the pleasure building, closer, closer, your eyes shutting, hips meeting his fingers. His movements stopped, “you’re cumming on my cock tonight.”

Daemon crawled up your body, fixing himself between your legs as he nipped along your neck. His hand cupped your breast, pinching your nipple. “I’m going to fill you up,” he said as he rubbed his tip along your clit, reveling in the way your body shuddered for him. He sunk inside you, giving you no time to adjust, his hand finding its way to your neck, squeezing slightly. 

Each thrust hit that spot inside you in such a delectable way, making your mouth open in a silent cry. “Look at you, all cockdrunk on my cock,” his thrusts increased in pace, moving your knees to your shoulders. You couldn’t control the cry you let out as he hit so deep inside of you, stretching you so good, immediately making you cum on him.

His face scrunched in pleasure, his hair fanning around his face “mm Gods, you feel so good wrapped around me, your cunt taking me so well” his words already building another orgasm. 

Each touch felt like fire, igniting pleasure along your skin, you moaned deeply, nails clawing against his back, head flying back as you came together, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he fucked you through both of your highs, bottoming out. You could feel him twitch with each spurt.

Daemon stayed inside you for a moment, catching his breath, before laying his head against yours. For one moment the chaotic Prince softened, his hand caressing your cheek as he kissed you softly. You smiled softly as he pulled away rubbing your hand along his chest. He looked over at you with a smirk, “Are you trying to go again?”

You laughed lightly, “I don’t know how you could possibly come to that conclusion, my Prince.”

He moved himself over you, hands on either side of your head, “Oh I think you do, my Princess, shall we go again?”

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Can you continue a nightly stroll with wedding night??

yes, I am writing the second part right now!

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A Nightly Stroll

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: pure smut, reader has had a low key thing for Daemon for years, now he feels the same way

A/N: I have been on hiatus for a while, and now that I am in college, I felt that I finally had time for writing. I dearly missed it, but with many familial issues and mental health, it was best not to for a while. I hope to still write well for you all :)  also this is my first smut so im sorry if it sucks (still obsessed with episode 4’s scene)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, non-con, vaginal, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), age-gap, breeding kink, fem reader, im sorry if i missed anything else

“My Lady?”

“Are you okay?”

Their words felt worlds away once you heard your sister would be marrying the King, your best friend's father. Not only did she help you every step of the way through your mother’s death, but she helped when Rhaenyra’s passed as well. She was some sort of a rock for the both of you and now she’s gone with your father, now she’s your Queen.

Feeling the frustration build up, you left the council meeting immediately, Rhaenyra not far behind you. There was no way that you were going to sit there and listen to people who don’t care try to explain why this would be good for the realm.

You sat in the Godswood, the grip on your book as you thought about the day you lost one of your best friends. There was nothing that could describe the loneliness that you had felt now, first Alicent Hightower, now the Queen, had married the king, and then your best friend left for a tour of men that wanted to marry her. You couldn’t be upset with Rhaenyra, she is the Princess after all, and the heir to the Iron Throne, much to Daemon’s dismay.

You had heard of his victories in the Stepstones, and you wondered if he was coming back to the capitol soon. Daemon had been someone that you had always observed in your time at the Red Keep. His chaotic nature was always one that was entertaining to watch, let alone the glances that he held towards you when no one else was looking.

It’s not like you had one-on-one time with the Prince, you had talked with him amongst many other people, but you couldn’t help but to wish that once, he would come up to you on his own. He never did, and once he was exiled, the court became a tedious task for you.

You were brought out of your thoughts once you heard the distant murmur of people talking excitedly, footsteps equally as exhilarated. Without thinking, you left your book to see what the commotion was about, not having heard the excitement of people in over two months. Your jaw dropped as you saw Rhaenyra walking through the hall, not taking anytime as you ran towards her. You collided roughly, Rhaenyra laughing as she embraced you as well, “Oh my Rhaenyra you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” you whine to her as you hold each other.

“No Y/N, I don’t think you realize how much I’ve missed you,” she chuckles out.

You sit there for another moment before you pull away, “I thought your tour was much longer,” you say as you fix your hair and dress.

“You were right in your thoughts, I wasn’t even finished with half of my tour. I just couldn’t stand listening to men talk about how much they wanted my Valeryian blood for their future babes,” she sighed.

You laughed slightly, “Well I wouldn’t look at it that way, Princess. You are the future Queen, and the fact that you have a choice in the matter is something that a lot don’t have.”

She looks at you with a somber expression, “Well at least your father doesn’t want you to marry some man with a big castle to ensure his line doesn’t end.”

“No, he has no care for me anymore, not since he married my sister away to the King. It seems that he is no longer attentive to anything I do, he hasn’t even talked to me since Prince Aegon was born,” you barely whisper.

Rhaenyra grabbed your hands, “Y/N, you don’t deserve that, one day someone will give you the attention you deserve,” she smiled sweetly, starting to walk off, “though I fear it’s time to go into the court now, since Daemon is back. I know father won’t be too happy seeing me walk in.”

She looked at you once again before entering the throne room, half of the Kingsguard in front of her. You watched her enter the throne room, hoping the King would go easy on her. As soon as you saw her figure vanish, the words dawned on you. Daemon is back! No wonder everyone was hustling about, the exiled Prince was back. You wasted no time in accompanying everyone else into the throne room, eager to see the Prince you missed.

It was shockingly quiet as Daemon walked towards the King, as if the whole room were their breath. Daemon had on a crown, and to your own pleasure, his hair was cut. There was some conversation, he bowed to King Viserys, declared him his King, and handed him his crown. The King then put his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and when Daemon rested his forehead on his shoulder, you knew he had found some sort of peace within himself.

It seemed as if everyone had forgiven Daemon for everything he had done in the past, and the King seemed to be enjoying himself more than ever with his brother. You had been sitting alone on a bench watching the King, his brother, and his daughter speak, when your sister came next to you. As soon as you saw her, your smile faded. She had aided in your loneliness, claiming she had a husband and children to take care of so she could no longer spend time with you. You would never admit it to her, but her carelessness in you left a large wound. “Hello my dear sister,” she had said as she sat down.

“Hello my Queen, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you couldn’t help the sarcasm.

“Well, I just wanted to talk to my sister, I feel as though we’ve grown apart as of late,” she sighed. She feels as though you’ve grown apart? It’s all her doing.

“Well my Queen, it wouldn’t have been like this if you chose to care for your sister, maybe listen to the small things she wanted to say, with no one else around,” the anger evident in your tone.

“Y/N, I’m very sorry-”

“Does there seem to be an issue here?” Rhaenyra’s voice spoke.

“Not at all, Princess, I was just leaving,” and with that you left for an area that was empty in the corner.

You were mulling over the conversation you had with your sister, how could she think that you were at all to blame for your separation. Your father, who was one of the most powerful men in the Realm couldn’t even care for anything you did nor said because of her, and then she chooses to not speak with you or have contact. No. This was her doing, not yours.

The grapes you were eating felt amazing against your tongue, it had been a while since you had this simple fruit. Lost in the fruit, you hadn’t noticed Daemon behind you, “Excuse me my Lady, but I seemed to have seen some trouble with the Queen a moment ago?”

Almost choking on the grape you were eating, “Uh no not at all my Prince, why would you say that?”

“Hm, it seemed to me like you were very uncomfortable, and my dear niece had to break up whatever was going on. I promise I was not the only one that saw.” His head was now cocked to the side, a small smirk playing on his lips.

He had never shown any interest in you besides the occasional look, or conversation that you were dragged in by Rhaenyra, so why speak now? “You seem to have grown a lot since we last met, Lady Hightower.” he spoke.

Your cheeks flushed, “You as well my Prince, it seems that time can do a lot to oneself.”

“Yes I would say so,” he chuckled slightly, “I’m surprised your father has not married you off yet, you are a woman now, he must have to fight through suitors.”

You look down at your feet, feeling yourself pick at your cuticles, something your father tried to get you to stop doing for years, “Well, now that his daughter is married to the King, he needs no purpose for me. He’s as high as he can go in his position. I’m the youngest, and I’m not suitable for a family, or so he tells me.”

You hear Daemon tsk, and his hand cups your lower face, “No my dear, I know you would look astounding carrying a child, having your womb full.” he whispers the last bit, feeling his breath on your face.

Your eyes can’t help but to flutter shut, your heartrate picking up, your breathing quickening. Nothing had made you feel this way, and you even forgot you were in the middle of a courtyard. But just as quickly as the interaction happened, he pulled his hands away, “I will see you tonight at supper, my Lady,” he was gone.

Your eyes quickly scanned the area, for fear that someone had seen you. But, like you were used to, no one had noticed a thing. Daemon had already peacefully put himself back into place with the King, Rhaenyra, and your sister, almost as if nothing had happened a second ago.

In fact, you would’ve thought nothing happened, that you had hallucinated it even, if it weren’t for the way Daemon had been looking at you for the whole of the evening. Normally dinners were very quiet, or if someone had spoken, the conversation never would have included you. But tonight the table was very talkative with Rhaenyra and Daemon being back, so many questions, so many answers, and even more glares from Viserys to Rhaenyra.

When Daemon had been asked many questions about the war, he somehow always managed to ask you something and include you in the conversation, seemingly interested in what little you did around King’s Landing while he was gone. No matter the boringness of your answer, he always seemed delighted to listen, his intent and strong on your form.

Dinner ended more expeditiously than you hoped for, and before you knew it, it was time to head to your chambers. Yet, the room felt… off. Your books were where you left them, bed made, candles lit, what could possibly be the issue? Your intuition proved to be right once you saw a small roll of parchment. The parchment read, “Dear Lady Y/N, I would love if you were to accompany me tonight on a nightly stroll, perhaps we could even see some night life with the common people, please meet by the gates if you would like to join.”

Although the name wasn’t signed, you had a clear idea on who would’ve sent that letter. It took no more than a few minutes to turn from your nightgown to your inconspicuous clothing to meet whoever wrote the letter. Not being important enough to have someone guard your doors, it was an easy slip out. Something that had not been easy was breathing once you realized your assumption was wrong. For some wild reason, you had thought that Rhaenyra wanted to go sneak out with you, but in reality it was Daemon. Your head felt dizzy, heartbeat racing once you realized the Prince wanted to spend the time with you.

His clothing was simple, a hood with some common clothing to hide his Targaryen signature hair. His smile was something else, and you would have sworn he saw a throne instead of you. Approaching him you bowed, “My Prince,”

He hurriedly made you upright, “Sh, Y/N, you do not need to call me prince anymore, just call me Daemon.”

“Ah yes of course… Daemon.” you said.

His hand grabbed yours as he pulled you towards the city. This was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You had been through the city multiple times, but never at night. The people were all having fun, singing, laughing, eating, and drinking. It felt nice to be outside of the walls, outside of the rules, just here to do anything you want.

Daemon first took you to a tavern in the city. The music was loud, but the men carrying the jugs of ale were louder. He wasted no time in buying you both some ale, even though you insisted on some wine instead. “You have been shielded from the life of many with the Red Keep’s wine, it’s time you now taste what a real drink tastes like,” he slid over your ale, encouraging you to take a sip.

After a brief contemplation, you brought the drink up to your lips, the bitterness immediately causing your face to turn. Daemon laughed at your expression, chugging his own down as if it were nothing. The burn it left on your throat actually felt quite nice after many more sips.

You had felt the effects of the ale start to kick in, the liquid slightly affecting your judgment. Daemon just sitting there had made you blush, your whole being just feeling on fire under his gaze. His hand reached out to yours to take it once again, wanting to take you somewhere else. The alcohol in your system was making you feel like you were on top of the world, and there was not a care in the entire Realm that would change that right now.

Down the alley, you noticed there were less and less people. But the distant sounds were an indication to where you may have been headed. Daemon’s hood came off once you entered the building, his hands taking your hat off as well. Confusion ran through you as to why he chose now to remove your disguises. The people around you were all in pleasure. Seemingly, they were their true selves, finding their own true pleasure. You knew now where you were.

Daemon stopped leading you after you had stepped into a more private room, the only thing that was shielded from you were the bodies of everyone else, but their moans stayed. You could feel Daemon behind you, his body warmth palpable. Your heart rate quickened, breathing becoming shallow, the true weight of where you were setting in. “You see Y/N, marriage is a duty, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun,” his breath fanning over your ear, “In many marriages, marriage is one thing, and your own pleasure is another. I’m here to offer you a marriage that is not separated from pleasure, one that is full of only indulgence.”

Your lungs felt shallow as you took in his words, now feeling his entire front along your back. How could you say no in this condition? His hand brushed your shoulder, your hand in turn cupping it. “I’d be honored to accept your offer,” you turned to face him, “my Prince.”

His jaw clenched slightly before his hands reached to grab your face, pulling you in for a kiss. It was fervent, almost as if he’d been waiting years to kiss you. Your arms reached up, one on his chest, the other on the back of his neck. You could taste the ale on his lips, the taste assisting in your enjoyment. His mouth switched to your neck, pushing your back against the wall. The cold wall felt strangely thrilling on your back, coaxing a slight moan from you. You could feel the smirk on your neck.

He pulled away, looking at you once more before kissing you again. His hands traveled to your pants, pulling them down swiftly, next was your shirt. Turning your front against the wall once again, you moaned as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them as he kissed up your neck. His hand traveled down your stomach, stopping to rub small circles on your clit, “Tonight I’m going to make you a real woman.”

Feeling his bulge on your ass, you rocked your hips into his, causing a small hiss from him, “well, well, someone is needy,” he ran his fingers along your slit, “looks like you’re all ready for me anyway.”

Turning you around once again, he pulled his own pants down, then continuing to grab your legs around his waist, rubbing the tip along your folds. Letting out a small moan, your head leaned back, eyes fluttering shut as you felt him nudge against your clit. He slipped in, inch by inch, careful to not hurt you your first time. His head laid against your forehead while he let you adjust.

You tried hard to not focus on the pain, so instead you pulled his face in for a kiss. This one was gentle as he slowly started to move his hips. With each thrust, you could feel the pain ebb away, and soon it turned into pleasure unlike anything you had felt before. His hand grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers, while the other sat on your hip. With one thrust he hit a particular spot, causing you to release a deep moan. This caused him to increase his pace, his other hand joining your hips. The increase in speed felt amazing, “oh yes, Daemon, please,” you moaned out and with each thrust, his abdomen rubbed against your clit deliciously.

You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, every little touch on your body adding to the sensation. The sound of skin slapping was so erotic, and the stench of sex filled the room. “Gods Y/N, you feel so good wrapped around me, letting me fuck you in this pleasure house,” he released a slight moan, “taking my cock so well.”

His words of praise sent you over the edge. Letting out a satisfied moan, your walls fluttered around his cock. His pace became quicker, seeking his own release. You let out a small whine at the overstimulation, causing him to grab your neck, his mouth coming to your ear, “I’m going to fill you up so well, and your cunt is going to take it,” his had moved to your clit, rubbing circles, “tell me you want my cum.”

Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure, a second orgasm building quickly, “please fill me with your seed Daemon, fill me until I’m dripping, until I’m stuffed!” And on your final word, you came together, him letting out a guttural moan as his head laid in your neck, feeling each spurt hot cum fill you up.

It took him a moment before he pulled out, still out of breath. You felt so empty without him being inside you, feeling his seed drip out of you. Your legs almost gave out as they hit the floor, but Daemon caught you before they could.

He chuckled at the sight of you all fucked out by him. “You know, I went very easy on you. Our wedding night will be much different than this.”

Still moderately feeling the high of your orgasm, “Yes well I hope there will be a bed,” you said, laughing slightly.

He kissed your forehead, looking at you smiling, “Yes my darling, there will be a bed.”

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year and a half long hiatus

Hi guys, idk if anyone still is around on this blog. I took a very very long hiatus without saying anything, and it's been rough. Now that I am in college I feel like i have the time and drive to start writing again. Between familial problems and my mental health, it wasn't going very good.

I promise I am back for a little while now, and the next time i decide on a hiatus, i promise to let yall know. Please please send requests, right now im feeling house of the dragon a lot or any game of thrones characters, but if you have any other fandom in mind, go ahead and send it in, i may write it! if anyone is still around i very much appreciate it and i hope to start writing fics that you guys like again.

thank you <3

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Hi, I was just wondering if you still plan on doing the We’re In This Together series?

yes i do! i know i haven't written anything on it in forever but i do plan on continuing it :)

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Hello :) May I request something where George Weasley and female reader are together, but Umbridge dislikes it because the reader is a muggleborn. She makes the reader to use the bloody quill, writing something how she musn't mix with purebloods. Later George finds out and comforts the reader, also being really angry ant Umbridge? Thanks in advance! :))))

posted~ <3 thank you for requesting :)

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Vile - g.w.

Request from velvetthunder1999: 

“Hello :) May I request something where George Weasley and female reader are together, but Umbridge dislikes it because the reader is a muggleborn. She makes the reader to use the bloody quill, writing something how she musn't mix with purebloods. Later George finds out and comforts the reader, also being really angry ant Umbridge? Thanks in advance! :))))”

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

Words: 1970

Warnings: not proofread, i think one cuss word

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I love writing requests and this one was very fun to write as well. Requests are OPEN so please don’t be afraid to ask~

(gif not mine)

Delores Umbridge. The most vile person you ever had to know. Not only did she take away the whole aspect of Defence Against the Dark Arts out of the equation, but she was slowly but surely taking over the whole school. How are you supposed to learn to defend yourself against the dark arts when you’re not learning to defend yourself against it. You believed Harry, and you were more than willing to help him defeat He Who Must Not Be Named, but how were you supposed to when you didn’t know how. 

One person that could take your mind off of this at any time though is George Weasley. You were very surprised in your fifth year when your longtime crush had asked you to the Yule Ball and even more surprised when he confessed his feelings to you later that night. You’ve been dating steadily since and you couldn’t be more happy with the person you’re with. He still made you get butterflies when he was around, and the happiness this boy brought to your life was insane. You had never kept your relationship a secret, so when Umbridge saw you two kiss each other before classes, or hold each other’s hand while walking you could see the disgust on her face. She had never even tried to hide it.

You had woken up this morning just fine, but somehow when you got to DADA you just felt an overwhelming sense of anger, for the way you’re learning and toadface herself. She was making the entire class do an ungodly amount of work, and making everyone copy down everything twice over. Some random Hufflepuff mumbled a comment across the room, “I wonder what it would be like to actually learn something this year,” just loud enough for everyone to hear. 

The whole class sniggered. Umbridge turned her ugly head around, seemingly unaffected by these words. Her little “hem hem” could be heard as she walked towards the front. “What is wrong with the way you’re being taught? You’re being taught instructive information in a safe environment.” she smiled condescendingly.

You rolled your eyes “When this happens it won’t be in a safe environment,” you mumbled, earning a few laughs.

“What was that Miss L/N?” Umbridge asked, her eyes burning holes into your head, knowing full well what you said.

Suddenly gaining the confidence to confront her, “I said when this happens, we won’t be in a safe environment. It’s like you don’t want us to know how to defend ourselves when He Who Must Not Be Named shows up on our doorstep.”

Her face became tight, “Well Miss L/N, that won’t be happening because the person who gave us this information is lying, filling your head with these messages to get you scared.”

You could feel the anger boiling in you, “So you’re telling me that the boy who fears his return the most is going to lie about it? No he’s not, because He Who Must Not Be Named killed Cedric! The sooner you realize this the sooner we will be able to prepare against him, you know he’s getting stronger by the mom-”

“ENOUGH!” she yelled, snapping the piece of chalk she was holding, “It seems Mr. Potter has gotten into your head as well, and we will have to fix that. Detention tonight in my office Miss L/N.”

You shook your head continuing to do your tedious work, mentally cursing yourself for talking back. You should’ve known that she was going to give you detention. But at least you spoke the truth.

During lunch you learned that Harry would be having detention as well, just before you. You thought it was kinda funny that you both got detention over basically the same thing. George next to you seemed a little ticked, “Georgie? What’s wrong?” you asked, putting your hand on his.

“Nothing, it’s just that she’s so ignorant. It’s right in front of her and she can’t accept it, not to mention she gave you detention for no reason. I’m supposed to have detention before you,” he laughed at the end.

You laughed lightly, “Oh c’mon George, you know I deserve it, I talked back rudely and with how pristine and pink she is, I should’ve expected it. She did deserve it though, calling Harry a liar. Why would he lie about that, ugh it infuriates me.”

“She infuriates everyone,” he sniggered.

You laughed leaning your head on his shoulder, wondering what she would actually have you do for detention, hopefully it was just cleaning her teacups or something.

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When detention time came around, you started to leave, getting up from George.

“Nooooo, Y/N please don’t go I wanna cuddle some more,” he whined while holding on to your hand.

“Don’t worry Georgie, I’ll be back soon, it’s only an hour,” you smiled shaking your hand out of his grasp. 

Turning your head to the side you looked at him, “Say, why don’t you act this cute in front of anyone else?” you smirked.

He blushed slightly and smiled at you, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” 

“Yeah, okay Weasley,” you said before you pecked him, leaving for detention.

You had a small feeling of dread as you walked to Umridge’s office. You weren’t a bad student by any means, and had only had detention once, in your first year for spilling some of your ingredients during potions. Snape hadn’t been in a good mood that day and took 10 points as well.

Your thoughts stopped when you saw Harry walking back, covering his left hand. You were going to say something but, he walked by so quickly, you couldn’t get out a single syllable. Maybe she just pissed him off, you thought.

Your heart started to thump quickly as you knocked on her door. “Come in,” she spoke on the other side of the door. 

The first thing you noticed when you walked in was how pink her room actually was. The cat plates kind of gave you weird vibes as well. Why were there so many? “Today, you will be writing lines,” she looked up from her tea.

“I’ve noticed that you’re dating Mr. Weasley yes?” she asked innocently.

You felt embarrassed from the sudden question, “Uhm yes, Professor.”

“Well don’t you think he deserves someone better?” she asked, mock concern on her face.

Now you could feel your cheeks heating up, “I-I don’t think I understand what you’re asking Professor,”

“No Miss L/N, I think you do. Deep down you know a mud- a muggleborn like yourself shouldn’t be with a pureblood like Mr. Weasley.” she said, the same innocence in her voice, but with toxicity in the end. 

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Not only did she talk poorly about your relationship, but she ridiculed your blood status, even almost using the vile word mudblood. You took a moment to respond, your mind clouded with hurt. “Professor, I’m just as much a witch a-as anyone else.” you stuttered out.

“No you’re not, you know you’re a freak of nature, you know you don’t belong here with your tainted blood. Now, please take a seat Miss L/N.” she pointed at the smaller desk across from hers.

You sat down, pulling out parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle. “You’ll be using a special quill of mine Miss L/N you won’t need any ink either,” she stated innocently, as if she didn’t just insult your entire being.

Putting your quill and ink back you picked up her quill, “What would you like me to write Professor,”

“Hm, I think ‘I musn’t mix with purebloods’, that might do the trick,” she answered, sipping her tea.

“How many times?” you asked, mentally cursing her.

“I think until you get the idea,” she said smiling out the window. 

Letting out a large sigh, you started to write ‘I musn’t mix with purebloods’ even if it hurt you to. After you wrote a couple of lines, your hand started to itch then turn to pain. Looking over at it you realized that what you were writing was etching itself into your skin. You looked at Umbridge with resentment, before returning to your torture. The line drawing blood over and over. 

An hour seemed to pass by agonizingly slow, ending up with almost a whole scroll of parchment written on. There was no way that was going to heal anytime soon. As you left that wretched room, you took the liberty of slamming her door, hoping you knocked over one of her stupid plates. 

You felt yourself holding your left hand as well as you walked back to the common room. In that moment you made the connection that Harry had to do the same thing, and felt a pang of sympathy for him.

Walking into the portrait hole, you saw George waiting for you, sitting on the couch. Once he saw you, he smiled, getting up to come over to you. You tried your best to muster up a smile too, but you could feel the tears welling behind your eyes. George noticed, “Hey, love,” he put his hand on your cheek, “what’s wrong?”

As soon as these words left his mouth you couldn’t hold yourself anymore, crying into his chest. He let you cry and waited until you calmed down before asking what happened. You looked down at your hand, playing in your mind how you would tell him. “I- um, I had detention with Umbridge, and I thought I’d be polishing something or cleaning you know. But instead, she had me write some lines.” You said sniffling a little bit, “the problem with these lines is she made me write them with a bloody quill.” The confusion was prevalent on his face.

“It’s a quill that takes my blood to write instead of ink,” you slowly pulled up your hand, “a-and she made me write ‘I musn’t mix with purebloods’ with it.”

The anger was swelling in his eyes, the raw hatred, but as he looked at you he softened. He grabbed your hand, softly kissing the words, “Never ever listen to what that disgusting woman says. You are an amazing witch who can do anything. You’re smart and beautiful, and you deserve everything.”

You smiled, the butterflies once again filling your stomach as you blushed. “Oh Georgie, we deserve each other,” you said as you smiled up at him. You smile faded slightly, “I just don’t understand why she has such hatred against us. Me not growing up with magic made me love it so much once I learned it, and I could never have been more thankful for it.”

“I absolutely hate Umbridge,” he said, anger in his eyes again, “before I said she was ignorant, now I know she’s just plain dumb. Your blood status doesn’t and should never matter. Personally, I know more cruel purebloods than nice ones. She is such a nauseating person.” he ranted to you.

You put yourself in his lap, hugging him. “George, you are the most amazing person I have in my  life and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I- I love you.” you stated keeping your head nuzzled in his shoulder from your embarrassment. 

You felt him freeze beneath you before he took your face in both of his hands, kissing you passionately, “Y/N L/N, I love you so much,” he said with adoration in his eyes, “and I want you to know Fred and I will make her pay for what she did to you,” he said before laying you back on top of him.

You smiled as you laid into him. You knew this year was gonna be hard, but with George at your side, you felt like maybe you could get through it. Together.

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Really? - g.w. | Part Four

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1175

Warnings: not proofread

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Once the game had ended, and you saw how the veela affected the boys, you all started to head back to the tent. You went to walk with Hermione and Ginny, but noticed how they started to walk faster when they saw you. They looked at each other knowingly and giggled. You didn’t know why they were doing that until George showed up next to you. You both walked in a comfortable silence, small smiles branding your faces. 

Once everyone had gotten back to the tent, Fred came up next to you, “So L/N, I guess now that we have all of this gold you want some,” Fred smirked, obviously proud of his actions.

George followed shortly after, “Yeah Y/N, I bet you’re upset because you were wrong,” he smiled, leaning against a pole in the tent.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not upset, definitely surprised, but not upset,” you shifted on your feet looking up at George, “I am kinda proud though,” walking towards George, you ruffled his ginger locks, “you guys grew your hair so long, but I actually like it a lot.” He blushed slightly at your comment, and you felt the tiny butterflies in your stomach. 

Not much happened before everyone went to bed, and once again your mind was filled with George, and you selfishly hoped that he was thinking of you as well. Like always, your thoughts were interrupted, but this time by a panicked Mr. Weasley, “Get up! Get up! Everyone needs to get up now!”

You immediately rose to your feet, grabbing a jacket as you looked for George. When you couldn’t find anyone inside, you ran out of the tent looking everywhere for at least one sign of George. People were running in every which direction, and the screams seemed to engulf you. Heart pounding, you backed up, eyes shifting everywhere. It wasn’t until someone grabbed your hand and was running out with you that you came back to your senses. Your immediate thought was to pull your hand away until you saw the ginger hair and tall frame. In all of the madness you couldn’t tell if it were Fred or George but you were extremely thankful that one of them got you. You could still hear the pounding of your heart in your eyes.

It wasn’t until he slowed down, in an area where you could see Ginny and recognized Fred. You followed your arm to the man holding it. His chest was puffing rapidly, showing he was out of breath. Ginny came up and pulled you into a hug, and you hugged back. Once you pulled away she immediately spoke, “Harry, Ron, and Hermione aren’t here yet and I’m afraid, I don’t know where they are or if they’re okay, and when we couldn’t find you I thought something happened to you as well because you’re a muggleborn and the Death Eaters are everywhere and I’m so glad you’re okay, I just don’t know where the others are,” she kept rambling. 

After assuring her everyone would be okay, you eventually tuned her out looking over at George, and noticed how he was looking at you as well with worry in his eyes. Without warning he ran towards you, pulling you into his arms. All of the sudden you felt the tears you didn’t even know you were holding back fall as you nuzzled your head into his chest. His arms enveloped you in the most perfect way, like you were meant to be like that. One of his arms was around your waist while the other held the back of your head, almost like he was keeping you from falling. 

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The night where everything happened, you didn’t leave George’s side, and he had no intention of leaving yours either. Once everyone was back at the burrow that night, you were terrified, and that was evident on your face when everyone had to sleep. As you were laying on your back, eyes wide open, George snuck in, gently pulling you up, “George, what are you doing, your mom will kill you!” you whisper shouted.

“She’ll never find out, c’mon I know you’re shaken up so I thought you could sleep with me tonight,” he then looked down at his feet.

The biggest smile went across your face along with the deepest blush, “Hey, I would really appreciate that,” you then started to fiddle with your hands.

At first you both laid there, not touching each other and being pretty platonic about it. Then you felt his hand reach for yours under the covers, slowly intertwining his fingers. You felt your heart race as you turned to face him, holding onto his hand dearly. He was already facing you when you turned to him, and he looked at you, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. You thought the amount of love you felt for him in this moment was going to make you explode. His hand came up to caress your cheek, his face wildly red, as he leaned in. Your eyes closed instinctively, as you leaned as well, your lips meeting. It felt like an eternity before you both pulled away. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he whispered, “you have no idea how much I love you Y/N. Tonight I was so scared that something had happened to you when you were nowhere in sight. I don’t think I could live without you and every moment you’re not here with me it feels as though something is missing.” 

You leaned to kiss him again, pouring your love into it, “George, I think its you that has no idea how much I love you. I promise I will never leave you,” 

He smiled as he got on top of you, kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands reaching into his hair to tug. He groaned into your mouth, his hands moving up and down your sides. You were sure it would have gotten a lot further if it weren’t for Fred, “Oi! What the bloody hell are you two doing!”

You both pulled away acting as if nothing happened, “Look, the tension between you has been unbearable but I swear if either you pull something like that while I’m here again, I’m going to kill you both.” he said, “I’m not leaving so if you two plan on doing the nasty, it will not be in here,”

You blushed and rolled over, not wanting to be alive at the moment. You could hear George chuckle, “Oh mate, you’re just upset that you won’t get any,” 

As George laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you protectively, you heard a pillow hit his back. He laughed once more, “He’s just jealous, love,” he whispered into your ear.

You smiled as you leaned back into him, loving the way he felt holding you. That night you had the most peaceful sleep you think you’ve ever had. Neither of you were prepared for what would happen the next morning though, embarrassment coursing through your veins.

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Really? - g.w. | Part Three

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 804

Warnings: not proofread

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A/N: sorry that this part is a lot shorter, I have a lot of work rn :/

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While walking ahead to the portkey, you and George talked together the whole time. That was until you saw Cedric Diggory. You knew who he was, who didn’t. He was the Hufflepuff seeker and incredibly charming from what you had seen before. You couldn’t deny that he was very attractive and looking behind you, you could tell that Hermione and Ginny were thinking the exact same thing. 

While you were ogling Cedric, you didn’t realize he came over to you, “Hello um, L/N, isn’t it?” he asked while holding out his hand.

You shook his hand and smiled, noticing how calloused his hands were, “Uh yeah, Diggory?”

It was then his turn to smile, “Yeah, I’m surprised you know me,” he said as you both pulled your hands away, letting them fall to your sides. 

Without realizing it, you both went into a small conversation about Quidditch, well with him being a seeker, and you a chaser. It wasn’t until George cleared his throat that you looked away from each other. George’s face was stoic and you couldn’t really read it. Cedirc’s hand reached out to his and you could see how hard George gripped it, his knuckles turning white. The tension came out of nowhere, but it probably could’ve been felt for miles.  

You wanted to say something to end it, but Mr. Weasley beat you to it, announcing that you all had arrived to the portkey. Cedric then walked away, to the other Weasley’s you assumed, but George’s eyes followed him the whole time. “He seems like a pompous git,” he said to you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, nothing about Cedric seemed pompous at all, let alone him being a git. “I think it’s only you, George. He seems just fine,” you said as you tried to keep up with his long legs.

“Of course he is to you,” he mumbled, pouting almost. It was so low you weren’t even sure if you heard him correctly.

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You couldn’t help but look at Fred and George stupidly as they handed their gold to Ludo Bagman. You laughed as you all made your way to the stadium because Fred and George had nothing, they had betted it all against Bagman. “Something funny L/N?” You heard Fred ask.

You started laughing harder, “You gits gave all your money to Bagman, I mean c’mon! He’s Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports,”

George started smiling, “So you think we’re gonna lose?”

“Of course I do! I know you’ll lose,” you threw your head back in a fit of laughter.

Fred couldn’t contain his laughter much anymore either, “S-suppose you won’t want any of our winnings then hmm?”

You looked between the both of them, “What winnings, you’re going to lose,” the laughter wouldn’t stop, it just kept coming.

It came to the point that you couldn’t even walk anymore, slowing the twins down. George laughed down at you, clearly amused by your hilarity. He looked over at his twin, “You go on ahead I got her,” 

Fred smirked a little bit, “Okay loverboy, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he winked and then went on. 

George’s cheeks went pink, but he was thankful that you couldn’t hear their conversation  through your laughter. He grabbed your shoulder, “C’mon Y/N, we gotta get to the box,”

You didn’t reply, or even try to move, your laughter continuing. George then laughed to himself, picking you up, “We don’t have all night, and frankly, I would like to watch the game,” he said as he adjusted you so you were easier to carry. 

Your laughter died out as you realized George was carrying you. A blush made its way across your face, your whole body warming up. George looked at you and smiled, liking that he had this effect on you. You were so close to him, your body practically flush against his, and you couldn’t help but to think about cuddling him, maybe even kissing him late at night, both loving the way you felt against one another. 

Once you both reached the box he set you down, looking at you the whole time. You both stood there looking at each other, blushes evident on both of your faces. You could see his eyes shift down to your lips, then back up. He slowly moved closer to you, backing you up until your back hit something. He continued eyeing your lips until someone called for you both, “C’mon guys the game’s about to start!”

George cleared his throat looking towards the box, the redness evident over his ears, “After you,” he said shyly. 

You smiled up at him coyly, walking in to enjoy the game. You shifted over happily as you realized he wanted to sit next to you, continuing to watch the game together.

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Really? - g.w. | part two

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1137

Warnings: may be some grammar mistakes

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Your relief didn’t last long though because George was right outside the door. Your blush deepened because you were now anxious that he heard that whole conversation, even though his facial expression said that he didn’t. “Hello Y/N,” he smiled down at you, “are you on your way to help our terrifying mother?” he asked. You snickered, “yeah, I don’t think she’s that scary George,” you rolled your eyes at him, “you just aren’t the best rule follower half of the time.”

“Half of the time?” he asked, crossing his arms, “I think you misspoke, I strive for ALL the time.” he smirked.

You smiled back shyly, just the small gesture of him smirking with his arms crossed leaning against the wall could make your heart thud rapidly. You opened your mouth to say something, but Ginny popped out the door, “Thank Merlin you guys are talking,” she smirked, “George wouldn’t shut up about you all summer.”

You turned around to look at George shocked, only to find his neck and ears were pink, as if he was actually embarrassed. You could feel the butterflies jolting around in your stomach, happy because you are actually a reason George was blushing. But as soon as that happiness came, doubt fought its way back into your brain. He was probably just caught off guard, why would he like you? How could you let your imagination get so far ahead of you. You just laughed it off and started walking downstairs to see if Mrs. Weasley needed any help, hopefully you could take your mind off of George for some time period. 

Once you got downstairs and asked Mrs. Weasley, she of course declined any help. So with nothing really to do you just went outside and sat there for a while, the warm summer sun hitting your skin as you tried to sit there peacefully. But to no avail, you couldn’t keep your mind off of George. You thought of all the times that you both have stayed up late talking about nothing and everything all at once, or how you were able to actually help them on some of their pranks, however rare that may be. You had known your whole friendship with the twins that they wanted to open a joke shop after Hogwarts, and you supported them completely. But you know how Mrs. Weasley sees it. She wants them to be like their father, but it seems she can’t come to grips with how they really are. If they ever offered, and you didn’t think that they would, you would 100% be on board with helping them with their shop. You loved the twins, and they knew that, but you just wished you hadn’t fallen in love with one of them. 

Your thoughts were interrupted though as Mrs. Weasley called everyone for dinner, claiming everyone needed to sleep early because of the early day everyone would have with the cup. You walked inside and could hear everyone bustling around. Charlie and Bill had been there as well, making the Weasley household very full at the moment. Your eyes immediately looked for George, wanting to sit beside him during dinner. It seemed as though he could read your mind, because as soon as you started looking around for him he came up behind you, “We should sit here” he said, pointing at a chair next to his. You smiled and sat down, eating the nice delicious meal with the Weasleys.

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After talking forever with the twins, you had gone back to Ginny’s room so you could finally sleep, knowing you’d only get a few hours anyway. To your surprise Ginny and Hermione were still awake as well. “Did you snog your boyfriend,” Ginny asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Hermione started giggling, her tiredness evident in the way she held herself.

You scoffed, “Sod off Ginny, for your information I was them both,” 

Ginny chuckled, “I’m going to get you two together, even if it is the death of me,” she laid down after that, pulling the covers over her body.

Hermione just smiled at you before she did the same. You tried to sleep, but you couldn’t, one with Ginny’s light snoring, and two with her statement about George. You knew deep down that he wouldn’t feel the same, but the sureness in Ginny’s voice gave you false hope. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad to think that something could happen between you two. You could be sneaky with your feelings, only letting them show when the time was right. Or you could keep falling deeper and deeper in love with your best friend without him knowing. The latter option was the one you chose, knowing your friendship was more important than even the little possibility of it getting ruined.

Mrs. Weasley came into the room after what felt like minutes of being asleep, “Time to get up girls, I’ve woken the boys up already,” she said hurriedly, immediately leaving the room and closing the door. You yawned, your entire body shivering afterwards. You all dressed in the room, cracking little jokes here and there as you did so. You quickly did something with your h/l, h/c hair and brushed your teeth just as quickly as well.

Once you made it downstairs with the girls, you could hear Mrs. Weasley getting mad about something and once you turned the corner into the kitchen you could see her angrily getting all the twins’ products that you assumed they tried to smuggle in. You tried to hold in your laughter when you saw all the places they had things hidden, and to your amazement it all kept coming. The tense air was palpable once she was finished, Fred and George went out of the house without saying anything and you quickly ran after them. “Mum just doesn’t understand!” Fred said angrily, kicking a stick he passed.

“Yeah, she can’t possibly expect us to be like Dad or Big Head,” George added, the anger evident on his face as well.

Trying to phrase the words right you sighed, “Boys, you know she’s only thinking in your best interests. I understand you’re both upset but she’ll come around eventually.”

“I doubt it,” Fred mumbled and started walking faster ahead, clearly showing he wanted no more to do with that conversation.

George looked down at the ground and sighed, “I understand why he gets so upset, but sometimes it really gets to him. Mum is really harsh about it.”

“Hey it’s alright, once you guys make millions, she’ll be all for it,” you looked up at him smiling.

George chuckled slightly, pulling you into a side hug quickly before pulling away just as quick. “Well I definitely don’t feel as bad about it, but Fred may need more convincing,” he pointed ahead at Fred.

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Really? - g.w.

PART ONE

Paring: George Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1351

Warnings: didn’t proofread 

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You had been so excited to get the letter from your best friends Fred and George that their father had gotten tickets to the Quidditch World Cup and you were actually invited to go along with them. They told you that they would pick you up on Sunday after they got Harry and you were thrilled. 

You were at an awkward age with your friend group, a year older than Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and also a year younger than the twins. Your first year at Hogwarts was terrifying for you because this was the first time besides Diagon Alley that you had done anything with magic. The twins saw you anxiously looking for a compartment to sit in and allowed you to sit with them. You were shy at first but eventually you couldn’t resist the twins’ charm, because who couldn’t. From that point on you and the twins had been inseparable. 

You are a muggle born and while you have to hear constant cruel things about it from random pure bloods, you certainly didn’t have to hear about it from the Weasley’s. They don’t care at all about your blood status and that made you feel like you actually belonged somewhere. 

Before you got your Hogwarts letter you parents were a bit strict, but since they have no idea about anything going on with the wizarding world, you were able to lie about little things so you could go to the Weasley’s about every summer. That being said, you were a little nervous for how they would be picking you up. You parents had let you go of course, but you had no idea of how they were getting to your house.

Your worrying was quickly quieted when you heard a noise from your fireplace. Mr. Weasley stepped out looking around your muggle house in awe. Soon after you saw Fred appear and immediately smiled, walking up to him to give him a hug. “What’s up L/N? Did you miss the better looking twin?” Fred asked as you pulled away. George came in quick enough to hear what he said at the end of his sentence and scoffed, “C’mon Fred we ALL know who’s the better looking one, and it will always be me” he said as he leaned against the fireplace with his arms crossed.

You laughed and went to hug George, “Whatever Weasley, you both look the same no matter how much you want to fight it,” knowing deep down inside that they didn’t look completely the same at all and that in fact, you did find George more attractive, but you would never admit that aloud to either of them.

George pulled away holding you shoulders in his hands feigning hurt, “Wow Y/N I thought we friends, I can’t believe you just said that,” He then pulled his hands away and put one on his forehead and the other over his heart.

While you three were talking, Harry and Ron came through too. “Harry!” you exclaimed very happy to see him as well. You went up to hug him, “ah I’ve missed you so much Harry, how have your aunt and uncle been treating you, what about Dudley, do I need to hex him?” you asked the many questions as Harry just tried to at least answer one, but before he could get even one word out you heard your father clear his throat from behind you. 

“Uhm, you must be the Weasleys” your father said with a smile and held out his hand for Mr. Weasley to shake. Mr. Weasley immediately reached to shake your dad’s hand while your mum just smiled at him as he did so. You stayed and talked with Mr. Weasley and your parents while Harry, Ron, Fred, and George talked and joked over by your fireplace. 

After a while you didn’t pay much mind to your parents conversation and unintentionally started staring at George. You loved the way he laughed, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his head slightly back, or the way he moved his hands slightly while telling one of his many prank stories. You didn’t even realize when he looked at you and only noticed when he smiled warmly at you. You quickly looked away, a large blush branded across your cheeks. “Y/N dear, are you okay?” your mother asked, noticing your very noticeable red cheeks.

“Yeah mum, I’m just gonna go talk with my friends now” you said as you calmed your face down a little, but when George looked up at you again you could feel your cheeks heating up again. You didn’t want to have him know that he was the reason so you immediately made a story up about you parents saying something embarrassing to Mr. Weasley. 

After another thirty minutes of Mr. Weasley asking many questions about muggle life, it was time to go. You went up to your mother and father telling them goodbye. “I love you mum and dad, I promise I’ll write you when I get back from the World Cup, I love you guys” you said one last time before you pulled away and followed George into the fireplace. 

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When you arrived at the Burrow you were immediately greeted by Mrs. Weasley in a bone crushing hug, “Oh Y/N dear, I’m so happy you were able to come, it feels like forever since we’ve last seen you” she sighed and pulled away, moving onto Harry next. 

You could hear Mr. Weasley in the next room yelling at the twins for something that they did to Dudley and you could hear them laughing about it until he threatened to tell Mrs. Weasley. Once she got in there and overheard though, you could tell she was about to have a row with them. You went ahead and took your things into Ginny’s room with her and Hermione. Ginny immediately went into about a boy that she liked and how she wished she was older because she knows a fifth year wouldn’t date a third year. You internally laughed because she was so engrossed with him, but you know what it’s like, to be absolutely enamored with someone who’s older than you and you know won’t pay you even a thought. Ginny kept talking about him until Hermione revealed to us who she’s been crushing on for a little bit. You were shocked but not at the same time to hear it was Ron. Ginny made a face at the mention of her liking Ron, making you chuckle, “well I’m happy Hermione because no one could like that oaf besides you,” 

She rolled her eyes at you, “yeah well at least I’m not in love with a certain red-haired troublemaker. We both like a little bit of Weasley,” she laughed but didn’t realize what she had said. Your eyes went wide and your cheeks burned like hell, you didn’t think anyone realized besides you and the fact that she outed you to Ginny made you more upset.

Ginny’s eyes about popped out of her head “YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ONE OF THE TWINS” she exclaimed, and you immediately covered her mouth.

“Shut up! What if he hears!” you said terrified.

“Oh they’re probably in their room by now experimenting with their products.” she shrugged, but immediately got on her stomach and put her hands under her chin, “now which one is it?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

You wanted to be anywhere but here with Ginny, you glared daggers at Hermione who wouldn’t even look you in the eye anymore. “Oh oh don’t tell me, I bet it’s George!” Ginny realized pointing at you, “you’re always blushing around him!”

“Uhm I think I’m gonna go downstairs and see if your mum needs help Ginny,” you said standing up and immediately going for the door.

“Oh you wanna see your boyfriend now don’t you?” Ginny teased, knowing that George would be down there as well. You ignored her and closed the door behind you, sinking against it and letting out a sigh of relief that you were now out of that awkward situation.

[blackpowwer-blog]

REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

[jinglepancakebells]

I got Sonic the Hedgehog.

Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.

Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.

[crystalmikii-deactivated0417201]

I got Rogue Titan gettin’ krunk. I was not disappointed.

[shirtnapkin]

OH MY GOD I GOD EREN IN TITAN FORM TWERKING

[prince-bat]

aHHHHH THIS IS WHAT I GOT IM sO HAPPY

[blueberrykatca-deactivated20170]

Ok I will see

[lktheoctoling-blog]

Oof

[laurenmichelle310]

vaginal hygiene & health - an introductory crash course

pass this on to spread knowledge whether you have one or not, #save-a-coochie

- the vagina is the tubular ‘internal’ sex organ that some people have. - the ‘vulva’ is the set of external sex organs that people with vaginas have. it includes (but not only):

pubic mound 

labia minora and majora (inner/outer ‘lips’)

clitoris and clitoral hood 

vulval vestibule (found in between your labia minora)

urethra (where you urinate from)

vaginal opening

-vaginas naturally contain a balance of different bacterias. this bacteria protects the vagina from external bacteria and fungus, provides natural disinfectants and maintains a healthy vaginal pH of 3.5-4.5.

-vaginal pH varies from person to person, day to day, depending on your cycle, your diet and many other external factors,

-all vaginas have a scent. all of them. no two people smell exactly the same, and you shouldn’t expect your vagina (or anyone else’s) to smell fruity or floral.

- if your worried about your scent, you can place perfume or an essential oil to an area around your vulva but not on it. some places like between your thighs or on your lower stomach, for example,

-your body secretes natural fluids called discharge. discharge is how your vagina self cleanses. it is completely normal and vital to healthy vaginal function.

-discharge can vary in amount, color, texture and scent depending on your cycle. each person is different. if your discharge is unusual or abnormal to you and your unique body - visit a doctor if possible.

-abnormal discharge can be green, grey, very yellow, smelly, itchy, chunky, etc.

-abundant discharge can be annoying. you can remove excess discharge in your shower by inserting one clean finger into your vagina, moving it from one side to another and ‘scooping’ the discharge out. repeat as needed. this reduces the amount of discharge found on your panties and in turn, reduces vaginal scent.

- dead skin cells and oil can build up between your clitoris and your clitoral hood, so it’s important to lift your hood up and rinse thoroughly so it doesnt harden. 

-washing your “external” vulvar areas such as your public mound and outer lips is okay, though some may find skin here more sensitive.

-don’t douche. you may think it helps but it only masks any problems while causing more. douching throws of your flora, alters your PH and forces bacteria into your cervix.

-water and a soft, clean wash cloth is all you need to clean your vulvar areas that contain a mucous membrane. you do not need to wash these areas. applying soaps or cleaners to these areas removes of natural necessary lubricants and bacteria. this may cause irritation, inflammation, major discomfort and dryness. some amount of moistness should always be present.

-a vast majority of vaginal washes, even those touted as hypoallergenic, still contain dyes and fragrances which are known irritants. read the label.

-while Summer’s eve is a lesser of evils with a PH of 3.0 - 3.5 (still not quite correct), it is still a cleanser. vaginal washes are used to cleanse “bad” bacteria from your vulva. they also wash away the “good” bacteria needed to maintain a healthy balance.

-castile soaps (like Dr. Bronner’s) has a pH of about 8.9. these are not suggested.

-never insert any cleansing agents into your vagina.

-the information above applies to any gels, deodorants, perfumed products and wipes, too. these can all disturb your natural balance.

-while they still pose a possible risk of irritation, unscented baby wipes are the lesser of evils regarding “freshening up”.

-pay attention to your irritants and triggers. different people, different reactions

-everyone has different stances and different methods that work for them. if you aren’t experiencing vaginal discomfort or odd changes, you don’t have to discontinue certain product use. i do, however, recommend a trial period of leaving these products alone due to their effects on your vagina.

-allow your vagina to breathe. keep too-tight clothing to a minimum. cotton panties are the best option next to not wearing any at all. rotate the washcloth and towels you use to clean and dry your vagina.

-urinating after masturbation or sex reduces the amount of bacteria in your urethra wiping ‘front to back’ keeps rectal bacterial away from your vagina.

-naturally, food alters your vagina. balancing your diet in general and including things like pineapples, strawberries, yogurt, soy (the list goes on!) can influence your pH.

-beverages like water, cranberry juice and pineapple juice are also proven to improve vaginal health, and may even improve taste.

-adding a probiotic supplement can increase the amount of “good” bacteria called lactobacillus-your vagina.

-the less ideal your vaginal balance/pH is, the more vulnerable you are to infections and STDs.

-when it comes to internet home remedies, your mileage my vary. try everything with caution and research thoroughly.

cheers! your vagina will thank you.

[spiritofthewhale-deactivated201]

Please don’t be an immature 12 year old and be like “ew that’s about a vagina I’m not reblogging that that’s gross!” It is literally a body part It needs to be kept healthy People with vaginas need to understand how to keep them healthy Just reblog

[cheekbonered]

hogwarts memes

- everyone answering “no, i’m fred” to “are you [insert Y/N]” even hermione - everything draco does ever - calling blast ended skrewts “power bottoms” - calling newt scamander bad variations of his name like nerd sandwicher etc - colin creevey using that one picture he managed to get of hermione punching draco as a reaction image - shouting “spank me daddy” at the whomping willow - [pointing at random object] that’s a portkey - every single cat is professor mcgonagall

[canthinkofaurl-deactivated20221]

why

[tawghasa]

- POTTER

[yourjacketisnowdry]

- ever since snape’s “bottle fame, brew fortune” speech students just go on and on with it - “flambé success, bake brilliance” “Can you tutor me in charms?” “TUTOR you? I can teach you how to SAUTÉ EXCELLENCE.”

[caffeinepants]

- [random object] is totally a hufflepuff

- remember that game where someone yells “SHATNER” and you have to overact? same thing except it’s “TRELAWNEY” and you have to use whatever you’re holding to make a ludicrous prediction

- a more popular variation is “LOCKHART” to make up a pompous story about using whatever you’re holding to drive the [monster] out of [town]

- calling hippogriffs “leggy birbs”

- “Our beloved headmaster Albert Dumpsterfire/Aqueous Disillusionment/Aberdeen Decapitation…”

- shitty incantations ( “The Graying Hair Charm? Make-me-bloody-ancient-osia.” )

[sleepy-salami]

reblogging for albert dumpsterfire xD

[classicantics-deactivated201712]

-the dumbledore one, except you keep adding incorrect names, like albert pensive wallace herbert richard flamingo sherbet tango luthor…

-*peeves appears* IT DAT BOI

-”i’d rather be petrified”

-”so a shack gets to scream and it’s all normal and haunted, but when i do it i’m disturbing class and a nuisance”

[a-slytherin-sin]

Harry saying hes “the chosen one” whenever a teacher calls on him for an answer or gives him a task to do.

The Snape game where you get into pairs and have to keep a completely neutral face while saying long winded random insults, first person to break the straught face loses.

‘Mini-digs’ only its everytime Snape fixes his sleeve.

Draco saying “me an the bois” every time he does literally anything with Crabbe and Goyle.

Students trying to annoy Snape by saying “aight imma head out” when their detention finishes.

Making something stupidly random up (like a potions ingredient or a magical creature) and see how long it takes Hermoine to short circuit while you refuse to believe its not real.

Slytherins refusing to refer to themselves as anything but “snekky bois”

[asa-de-ouro]

10 reasons why self-shipping is good

1. It helps people who have a low sense of self-worth and makes them see themselves through the eyes of someone who would stick by them no matter what.

2. It’s a valid form of self-love.

3. People can use it as a coping method (example: someone still living in an abusive household and are unable to escape so they take solace in their favorite fictional world), or as a simple comfort method.

4. It can literally save lives.

5. There is no risk of infidelity, heartbreak, or even abuse and venereal diseases.

6. People can be legitimately attracted to fictional characters.

7. There’s no obligation to disregard your own feelings just to keep them happy or sacrifice important ambitions to stay with them.

8. Some people use the idea that their fave will be proud of them if they reach a certain goal as motivation.

9. For some people, self-shipping can help them find themselves.

10. It’s 100% harmless.

Oh, and contrary to what antis believe, self-shippers actually CAN distinguish reality from fiction, so miss us with that tired old argument.

[saphyhowl]

Self-shipping is valid!!!

[ikemenlicious-deactivated202012]

THIS!!!