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Exotic Creatures; Twins

George Weasley/reader ★ 870 words

AN: didn’t proofread a thing, just rawdogged xoxo 💋💋❤️

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“And the bludger is deflected by Fred! Or George…Whatever, who cares. Montague looks furious! He’s coming up from behind Angelina to get his revenge.”

Lee Jordan’s voice booms across Hogwarts’ quidditch pitch as he commentates the tough and speedy match happening between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Most people only half listen and players are much too preoccupied. But not George this time. His job requires him to stay within one vicinity to protect the goal post.

He grimaces and glares at Lee who has always been a close friend. Lee would never speak with malicious intentions to either of the twins. That doesn’t make him immune to insensitive comments. More so for George who received significantly less attention than Fred.

Most people find the concept of twins amusing.

Upon meeting a pair in real life, they’d be fascinated. They’d squint their eyes and smile like a suburban family at the zoo. Exotic creatures are what they are.

“Which one are you?” They would ask.

How humiliating to answer your own name because someone won’t bother to try to tell you apart from your sibling. How tiring to answer everyday, in every class, at the same school you attended since the ripe age of 11.

“SCORE! Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Victory for Gryffindor!”

George’s stream of consciousness is wildly interrupted by cheers and clapping. His teammates swarm together in the middle of the pitch and he suddenly remembers that’s where he needs to be too. Rushing over, he’s greeted by an ecstatic Fred

“Serves Malfoy right for making up that dumb song.”

“Truly.” George replies, poorly faking the same amount of joy.

“You alright mate?” Fred asks.

“Yeah.. yeah! We won! Right?”

The party afterwards was held in the Gryffindor common room. Not a Slytherin in sight. Music so loud it sent vibrations through the castle brick. Harry was cheered for, handed firewhiskey after firewhiskey. Ron right beside him with a wide smile. Not a fake one like he does when Harry is the center of attention George thought to himself.

Ron actually seldom cared about the attention Harry got compared to him. George and his bad mood sulk off into the corner. And then to the stairs. And then to his bed.

But not without you catching sight of him.

George would never be blatant about what’s on his mind. That would make him feel far too vulnerable, even with his girlfriend. But you’re no stranger to subtle hints. No stranger to guessing someone’s emotions through circumstantial inferences. I guess that’s more like it.

Just little things. Like Geroge’s altered disposition when Fred would join the group sometimes. Or the twinge of pain in his face when someone got them mixed up. It doesn’t take a genius to detect feelings like that, but apparently that’s what you were since no one else seemed to notice it. The few who did either couldn’t, or wouldn’t do anything about it.

You hastily grabbed some of the snacks and whiskey from the common room table, and headed up to the boys’ dorm.

“George?” you knocked.

No answer.

You gently cracked the door and let yourself in.

“Sweetie?”

His bed curtains were shut.

You set down the snacks, and peak in.

You find him resting on his stomach. His head, buried in pillows as if he’s attempting to shut everyone out.

You sit down and gingerly place your hand on the dip in his back.

He rips the pillows off and turns around to find you with a mildly concerned look, but still smiling.

“Oh,” he relaxes. “You scared me.”

“I knocked,” you shrug. “What are you doing up here?”

You continue to rub his back.

He shrugs. “Hiding… I guess.”

“Because…?”

“Because I don’t want to be with everyone right now.”

It’s rare that George speaks to you like you’re one of his siblings. It’s rare that he’s dismissive, or short.

“George?”

“Hmm.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

You sigh, thinking.

“Do you want to be alone?”

He shrugs.

“If I stay here you have to be nice and be in a better mood. So I’ll ask you again, do you want to be alone?”

He sighs and sits up. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“...okay. Then are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t like doing that.”

“I know. It’s okay, I think I have an idea.”

“How?” his brows furrow.

“I know everything.”

“Ah, how did I forget.” He stares off anywhere but at you.

You place your hand on his chest and kiss his cheek. “You’re special to me, George.” you whisper.

He swallows and spares a glance at you.

“You always were, always will be. Nothing is changing.”

A few moments of silence pass while George perks up just a tad.

“I’m so proud to be your girlfriend.”

You can’t seem to come up with anything else to affirm him with. You hope your tight hug is enough. Really, there’s nothing you can do. You can be there for him, reassure him, and take care of him, but it’s up to him to understand how valuable he is.

You can show him the path, just can’t bring him to the destination.

“I love you.” He mutters

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Dead Little Girls

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It's easy to get lost in the underworld

Fingers snap then sins unfurl

Screams and giggles from dead little girls

Whose mothers and fathers had insults to hurl

Proof that innocence won't elude evil

The worst can happen to the youngest people

Lies, dead ends, paths are whirled

It's easy to get lost in the underworld

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hi sharks 😏

Here’s a poem I wrote with a prompt from an app which was to use the sentence “it’s easy to get lost in the underworld” in a poem.

Tumbler girlies get it better

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Helloooo it’s chickenchi but I barely post since I’m a student rn, but thanks so much. I’ll be writing more this summer and I love requests ;)

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Girl’s Night at The Burrow by Me ✨

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Pairings: George Weasley/reader (fem)

I wrote this when I was like 15 and originally posted it on wattpad, then ao3, and now this lovely platform.

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My favorite fanfic theme, TENSION ❤️❤️

1.6k words

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Shouts and laughs fill the air of the Weasley’s living room, except they’re all emitted from loud and rowdy boys that should really be in bed right now. The only reason they aren’t is because Arthur persuaded Molly into letting them stay up until midnight seeing as it is summer break and on summer break, the children should be having fun.

“Get ready for bed, boys!” Molly’s voice echoes through the house from the kitchen.

“What? No way! It’s an hour till midnight, mum.” Ron rejected.

“I know dear,” she returned to her calm motherly voice, “It’s just for tonight, pip pip.”

I was handed an excruciatingly hot mug from her which appeared to be cocoa. Bye bye finger prints, now I’m free from the law, I guess. Ginny pushed her seat back with a sigh to excuse herself.

“No, no, Ginny sit back down, you’re staying here. So are you, Y/N.”

Ginny and I exchanged perplexed glances at one another as we mentally analyzed the passing week to discover anything we might have done wrong that we would be in trouble for. Molly walked away to the kitchen, presumably to make another hot chocolate for Ginny or herself.

In her absence, I whispered to Ginny, “did you do anything bad??”

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“Nothing she knows about.” She whispered back, mirroring my clueless demeanor.

The second hot chocolate was placed on a coaster and slid to Ginny, who soon burnt her tongue.

“Now I know you’re wondering why I put everyone to bed”, a smug smirk appeared on her face and she placed her hand on her hips, “but it’s been ages since I’ve got to have a good girl talk and pampering. I brought a muggle face mask and- oh. Where do you suppose Hermione is at?”

“Did you tell her to stay down?” Ginny asked with an ice cube resting on her tongue.

“Oops.” Molly went to make yet another hot chocolate while I ran up to our room to find her, on the way being stopped in my tracks by George leaving the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped upon his waist and wet hair dripping water everywhere which Ron will probably step on later with socks by accident and throw a fit about. George is not the stoic and mysterious person he thinks he is, especially since the blushy tint of his cheeks was very obvious.

“Why have you not got any pajamas on yet?” He looked me up and down.

“Why’ve you not even got a shirt on?”

“Uh, well, do you like, wear your clothes in the shower or something?”

“Only when I’m feeling spontaneous.” With that sarcasm, I pushed past him in an attempt to hide the blush that I can definitely feel, and that he definitely noticed.

“MIONE!” I frantically knock on the door, internally withering away at the thought of George.

“BLIMEY, WHAT??” Her book falls to the floor when she reaches to hold her heart after being startled.

“Sorry. You’re not supposed to go to bed yet, we’re having a girls night.”

“Oh well okay”, she crawls out of bed, “wish I got the memo earlier, though”

She walks ahead of me with one of her blankets wrapped over her shoulders.

“Ah, good.” Molly waddles over to the table with more mugs and headbands are laid out already, along with a jar of bentonite clay. Hermione takes a seat and grabs the plush bunny headband.

“Y/N do you want the leopard print one or the bear one?” asks Ginny.

“Whatever one you don’t want”

She tosses me the leopard print one. “Damn.”

“If you wanted the bear one, you should have said so when I gave you the chance.” She rolls her eyes.

“No, no, the leopard print one is… nice.”

The hot chocolate is stubborn to cool off, but that’s never stopped me.

“So you fancy George?” Hermione is now applying the clay.

I nearly spat out my drink which would have been better than choking on it as I did. Ginny’s jaw dropped.

“I knew it!” Molly seems overjoyed as she slams her hands on the table.

“Hermione. I love you, but what the hell.”

She seems to be unconcerned- as if what relationship I could potentially have with George is clearly a matter of fact. How a scientist might discuss data.

“Sorry, isn’t that what you’re supposed to talk about at ‘girl time’?”

“Well… yeah, actually. I just wasn't expecting that in the slightest.”

“At least we know you wouldn’t be rejected.” Ginny says, also in a matter-of-fact tone while sipping her cocoa.

“Sorry?”

Molly is doing her best to withhold her glee, “Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Oh come on! He never shuts up about you. Everybody knows about his crush on you.”

“Everybody except me, apparently???” I’m flabbergasted, “how do you know?”

“Oh, well I don’t know, maybe cause he shoves our stuff over to sit next to you, or cause he’s always staring at you, or cause he steals your stuff, or cause-”

“I think she gets it, mum.” Ginny interrupts.

“No, no, no keep going, keep going.”

“This is something I think is especially cute,” Molly scrunches her shoulders up, “when he knows you’re coming over, he cleans his room and puts on fresh clothes.”

“He does all the stuff in the book Y/N, honestly, come on” Ginny says.

Hermione adds, “And you eat it up, you just don’t know it.”

I put my face in my hands. “Hermione help me.”

“With what?”

“When I went up to get you I bumped into him after he got out of the shower and he was shirtless and I was a blushing mess and there’s no way he couldn’t have noticed.”

“Oh, so that’s what was wrong with you.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Flirt back.” Ginny shrugged.

“Easy for you to say.”

After Molly takes off her mask, she rips open a bag of what she calls “muggle chips” and pours them into a bowl so tackily decorated, you’d only find it in the china cabinet of a very old lady.

“Where’d you get all the muggle stuff?”

“Mostly Hermione, but the weird things laying around like this, uh…” she pokes at a pocket sized flashlight laid on the side table of the couch, “that’s Arthur.”

I get up and look out the window to see the surrounding field, filled with the chirps of crickets enjoying the summer air. Ginny follows. The moon hangs like a plate in the sky and stars are spattered in all directions around it.

“It’s the prettiest thing in the world”

“Not in George’s opinion.”

“Ginny, drop it!” I shot her a lightheartedly serious look and we went to sit back down.

Footsteps thumped down the stairs, and the room dropped to a dead silence. My back was to the rest of the house and I couldn’t see who approached, but given Ginny and Hermione’s wide-eyed stares into my soul and Molly covering her mouth with her hand, I could assume the worst. I heard water pour from the pitcher behind me.

“Pretty hopping party, huh?” George took a look around. “When I’m with my friends, I like to sit with my back perfectly straight in deafening silence too.”

“George, go to bed.” Molly was stern.

“But I wanna come to girls’ night.”

“You’re lacking some plumbing.” Ginny giggled.

“I can trash talk people just as well as you lot can.” He leaned onto my chair with his hand resting on my shoulder, still sipping water, “did you see Freddie’s outfit today, woof. As if we’re not dealing with enough right now.”

I folded over in my chair snickering. Unbeknownst to me, he looked at Ginny and mouthed a triumphant, “yes!” to her, delighted to make me laugh.

“Go!” Molly swatted him with a headband, which he dodged only with his hips and kept himself in the exact same spot.

“I keep telling him to stay away from yellows since they wash out his features, you know, but he never listens.

“George.”

“Alright, alright”

Once he had left, Hermione squealed, “That was so adorable!”

Ginny cheered, “Aww little Georgie’s in love.”

Again, with my face in my hands I gasped “Okay, you’re right, Mione.”

“About?”

“I like him. He makes my heart drop to my stomach when I see him. He has the cutest smile ever.”

“You should tell him!” Molly is ecstatic.

“Maybe. Maybe one day.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows, “If you put it off too long, then I’m going to tell him myself.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”

I abruptly left my seat and walked to the bathroom for a second alone to have a reality check. The hallway to the bathroom matches the scrappy but warm vibe of the house with hanging hand-knit tapestries adorning the wall and random shoes shoved to the corners of the floor.

“OH-” I let out a yelp.

“Shh” said George, who apparently was lingering around the corner the whole time.

“You nosy little-”

He cut me off with a kiss. His hands gripped on my cheeks and my hips. If I weren’t as stunned as I am, I might have noticed the warmth and smooth texture of his lips, or his strong frame holding me up, or even the cologne he wears just for me.

“You have a cute smile, too.”

“You’re pathetic, George.” I lay my head into his collarbones.

Into my ear, he whispers, “I love you”, then retreats back to his bedroom, blowing a kiss on the way.

“Good night.”

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George (or Fred) is one of like 6 children and a twin at that. How much attention is this man actually getting for his psychological health. I love this part of their lore. Like yeah go prank people and be the center of attention, I’m all here for it. And at the end of the day I’ll praise you for it and tell you you’re enough if we’re feeling silly. 😍😍

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BRUHHH I got my iPad working again so it’s time to make trashy stickers for my girlies on redbubble. I think this is illegal (it’s usually illegal) but they’ll just take the art down if it is.

Stay tuned hotties