#i am a georgie defender till i die

[alltaternotot]

The Big Chop | A. Georgiev

Alexandar georgiev x fem reader 

A/N: time for some promised goalie love!! Georgie occupies about 99% of my hockey brain right now, and I really like his haircut. I might make a part two to this if I’m feelin it. 

CW: nothing really, Georgie getting his haircut, tooth rotting fluff. Very lightly proofread, sorry for any mistakes! 

Word count: 1.2k

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Alex’s hair was getting very, very long. 

Not that you didn’t love his hair long, you really did. He had been growing it out since before Colorado scooped him up, something superstitious causing him to put the clippers away. Not only that, he wanted to try out a different style than he was used to in New York. 

It turned into bonding time for you two, something for you to do when he was home so you could enjoy some nice quality time with him. You washed it for him in the shower, your hands in his hair with his lips on your neck becoming your own personal heaven. You gave him some nice leave in conditioner to keep it soft, and he hung on every word while you explained. You would even trim the dead ends off every so often to keep it looking healthy. You were getting very good at trimming straight and feathering in some texture at the bottom. 

His hair was past his shoulders now. Lately, you had been helping him style it into a sleek bun for his walk ins, which you had become oddly fond of. It would flow out from under his helmet during games and he would come home with a damp mop on his head. As much as you loved it, you noticed him repeatedly tucking it behind his ear  or brushing it back, a look of annoyance coming over his features. He even took a late night trip to Walmart for one of those headbands with teeth to keep it out of his eyes. 

Then, the Avs started losing. Alex was exhausted by playing so many games, the Defence was suffering a little bit, and silly mistakes were leading to losses. You could tell it was affecting him, he came home quieter and just wanted to go to sleep after a hard game. He could see people talking about him. You just wanted to hug him and kiss him and take all the tough feelings away. But you couldn’t, which was the hardest thing to wrestle with as his girlfriend. He was starting in net again tonight, Jared keeping his faith in Alex after a couple games of rest. 

He had been in the bathroom a little longer than usual. He had already been to morning skate, and taken his shower, so now he had free time till he had to leave for the game. You were sitting in the living room, relaxing with a cup of tea in hand while Alex got ready. 

“Baby? Would you come here?” His voice floated from the bathroom out into the hallway. 

“Everything okay in here?” You asked, walking into the bathroom to your shirtless boyfriend leaning over the sink, his hair damp. 

“I think it’s time.” He said, which felt cryptic to you, but he gave a look like you would know exactly what he was talking about. 

“Time for what Alex?” You inquired. 

“Time for a chop.” He said, bending down to open the cabinet that held the hair shears and his clippers. “I need a boost out there and I’m tired of brushing it back.” 

“Oh! How much are you thinking?” You asked, scooting up onto the counter so you could sit in front of him.

“I want it off my neck I think, not too short but not super long anymore.” He handed the shears up to you, his head still buried in the cabinet below you both. “Are you ok with doing it? I don’t really have time to book an appointment with the barber before the game.” 

“Sure I can! Just don’t be mad if it doesn’t turn out perfect!” You joked, and he laughed, standing back up with his little bag of clippers and heads of varying length. 

“I’m sure you’ll do great baby.” He said, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “I’ll get a trash bag for the floor, don’t move.”

You let out a little giggle at his excitement, hopping off the counter to plug in his clippers and clean off the shears as best as you can. He rounded the corner again, a trash bag and a stool in hand. He put the bag down, then the stool, and sat down right in front of you, ready for you to start. 

“You’re super sure about this right?” You asked one more time, a little worried he might regret it and be in his head before the game. 

“I’m ready. It’s time.” He said, big brown eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of you both. 

“Okay… look down…” you murmured, brushing his hair back while he relaxed into your gentle touch. 

You started by clipping up his hair in layers, making sure they were straight across the back of his head. You eyeballed a length a little longer than what he asked for, bringing the shears up right underneath your fingers. The sharp noise of the shears rang around the bathroom walls as you made your first snip, watching his chocolate locks fall to the ground. Slowly, you made your way through the layers of his hair, gently brushing off his bare shoulders when a stray lock got stuck on his skin. It was quiet other than the snipping. 

“Baby?” Alex’s soft voice broke the quiet.

“Mhm?” 

“Will you still wash my hair for me in the shower now that it’s short?” He asked, and you looked up from the snip you just made to watch his face in the mirror. 

“Of course I will love,” you murmured, letting your hand fall to his shoulder, “why do you ask?” 

“I just really like it, it’s one of my favorite parts of the day. You’re like, the best at it.” He gushed, the edge of his lips curling up in a sweet smile, “I swear you’re what makes my hair so soft.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so, but it’s a nice thought love,” you giggled out, “you’re gonna be shocked at how light it feels.” 

He smiled at you, now looking straight ahead, “It already feels better. Like a fresh start. What about the leave in conditioner?” 

“You can still use it, just use a little less and run it through your hair like you would with a gel. A little goes a long way.” You explained and he nodded shortly, not wanting to mess up your handiwork. 

“Sounds good baby.”

“Almost done, look down again…” you continued, delicately moving his head down with your fingers. 

You feathered in some more snips, bringing the line of his hair right above his neck. It was still longer than it used to be in his early days in New York, just more manageable. You, of course, thought he looked handsome with any length of hair, but you liked this length on him a lot. It just felt right to let the hair, and therefore the losses and all the other baggage that comes with it, go completely. It felt like a mini victory in and of itself. 

“Ok, I think we’re done. Check it out hon.” You murmured.

He looked up, turning left, right, then center, his pearly teeth showing through a sweet smile. He ran a big hand through his hair, putting it exactly how he liked it. 

“It’s perfect baby. Thank you.” He admired, pulling you in front of him for a hug and a sickly sweet kiss, your hands falling on his bare shoulders with the shears forgotten. 

“You’re welcome. You might need another shower though, you’re covered in hair.” You said with a punctuating giggle. 

“Only if you join me and wash my hair for me.” 

[futurewriter2000]

War

A/N: Heyoo, I’m back with the imagine I had finished so long ago but totally forgot about. No jk, I finished it today but started it like few motnhs ago. The ending is a bit different but I really didn0t know how to finish i so sorry.

PAIRING: none but I put Fred Weasley x Potter!reader

Requested by anon:  please could you do a Harry Potter imagine where the reader is Harry’s sister and they end up having a fight at Grimauld place over her wanting to join in the war and either Sirius or Remus comforts her? (Of course Harry apologises at the end, he loves her too much to stay mad at her!)

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @huflerin

Part 2

Xx

War. Tearing everything apart since even before it starts. It happens every day. Between enemies, lovers, friends and family.

Its war. Nobody loves it.

This war was different though. Far different. It was a war revolving your younger brother, Harry James Potter.

On 31. October 1981 he was marked for his entire life, an infant only with you in the next room. Somehow he didn't know. Somehow you were missed by Lord Voldemort, it will always stay a mystery to you why your brother was chosen instead of you. Why didn't Voldemort come after you before Harry like he did with your parents.

You were unprotected, your father running downstairs to face The Dark Lord himself while your mother stayed in the nursery with Harry. Mystery. Such a dark mystery.

And now you were here. Starting your last year in Hogwarts, arguing with your little brother.

"I'm your older sister Harry!" your shout came from the locked room in Sirius' old bedroom.

They were far away, yet the arguing echoed through the whole house, to their curious ears. They didn't talk, only listened.

"Excatly, (y/n)! That's why I need you to be safe!" Harry shouted back.

"You will not boss me around Harry James Potter! I swore to protect you and I did nothing more than trying to keep you safe from all of the trouble!"

"Well, congratulations. You did an amazing job. " he spoke in sarcasm.

"I did not choose this life Harry! I did not get to have my own name like you did! Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived! Who was I !? Oh thats (y/n) Lily Potter, Harry's older sister."

"Then why are you complaining if I was just in your way!"

"Because I am your sister and you are the closest thing I have for a family!" you exploaded, your fingers cramping from all the anger and the clenching. " Mom and dad would never forgive me. So I'm joining this war. Whether you like it or not." you finally finished and stormed out of the room.

Harry was left alone. All alone, defeated.

It was his fight. His.

And you.

You were his older sister. The one who protected him from the Dursleys. The one who everybody loves. The smart, funny and the loving one. The one who read him bed times stories, argued with Petunia and Vernon until you were kicked out. You had good grades, an intership waiting at the Ministry after Hogwarts, a bright future ahead of you.

And your dreams. Damn your dreams. The ones who told about the cute apartment you would buy after Hogwarts. Staying with your best friend Oliver Wood and then with Harry moving in after his graduation. All three of you would have a dog or a cat. Mostly a dog because Oliver hated cats, saying they are little devils with furry faces and adorable round eyes.

He can't. He just can't. Not you.

He stormed out of the room, walking in the living room where everybody sat except for you and Remus.

"Where is she?" he asked impatiently, walking around with his eyes searching for you.

Sirius stood up from his chair and walked over to Harry. Touching him by the shoulders he gently pushed him down to sit. "Harry. Your sister. She's a stubborn young lady. She won't give up on this. She won't give up on you. "

"I don't want to lose her, Sirius." sighed Harry and looked down on the picture he always carries around. "You know she kind of reminds me of mum. She may not see it but I do." he simpered and brushed his thumb over the photo.

Sirius chuckled and looked down on the photo. "You know Lilly was also so stubborn. It was her way or no way at all. All innocent on the outside yet so fierce on the inside. "

Harry looked up at Sirius and smiled. "What else?"

"The first time your sister called me Padfoot, she actually said Patwoof. It was so adorable I screamed so high that the next day I lost my voice. And now, whenever she calls me Pads or Padfoot, I almost feel like your mother is with me. " he laughed and took the photo in his hands, Harry carefully watching as Sirius' eyes flickered of pain for a small second. "You know she wrote me every day. She believed I didn't do it. No matter what the paper said she belived me. She said a man like me would never betray a man like James." he smiled and gave photo back to Harry. "I didn't reply though. Not to a single letter. Yet she still sent me till the day I finally broke out. To be honest her letters seemed to make my days in Azkaban a lot more tolerable."

"She won't give up. Will she?" Harry suddenly spoke making Sirius chuckle and pat him on the back.

"My dear boy, she will kill you herself if you don't appologise."

And suddenly the door burst open and the whole pack of red heads came bursting in.

"You two are the absolute worse! Crookshanks is just a cat." spoke Hermoine with her ginger cat in her arms.

"If by cat you mean a ginger ball of fur from hell, than yes." said Ron and fistbumped George.

"Oi, Harry! Where's my beloved (y/n)? Did she miss me?" grinned Fred and sat behind the table.

"Still not giving up, eh Fred?" snickered George and wrapped his arm around his twin as he sat down.

"You never give up on love Georgie."

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You sat on the balcony. Your eyes set on the stunning blue moon and the night sky. You kept looking at the moon because somehow it calmed you down and some days, it was the only thing that seemed to make you feel better.

"Hey." said a soft and low voice from behind.

You turned your head over your shoulder to see who it was, only to set your eyes on the tall and handsome man.

"Remus." you simpered and turned your gaze back on the moon. "It's not full yet so you can relax." you added without taking your eyes off it.

He sat beside you, his eyes drifting to the moon but quickly turning away. "You know (y/n) he only wants to protect you."

"I'm the one who needs to protect him." you replied and hugged your knees as you felt a slight cold breeze brush your skin. "I won't change my mind."

"Oh, I know you won't." he chuckled and took off his coat only to wrap it around you.

"Thanks." you replied and grabbed the coat to wrap it a bit tighter.

"You know I once won an argument with you mother."

You shot your head after you heard this. "Really?"

"Yes. She was stubborn, just like you but she was also afraid back then. So I think that was also one of the reason why I won... That night, the October 31st, you weren't home with them. You were with me and Sirius." he sighed and looked at you from the corner of his eyes only to find you listening carefully. "I convinced her that it's safer for you to be somewhere else if The Dark Lord decided to attack." he paused for a moment. "It was Harry though, who I wanted to take first but she insisted on me taking you instead because it would be the only way she would know at least one of her babies were safe. After we found you a safe place we went back to get Harry but it was too late."

"Thats why." you suddenly realized. "That's why I couldn't believe Sirius did it. Because he was with me the whole time. He never left my side. He could have never gone to The Dark Lord and betray my parents. Because he was afraid to leave my side."

"Yeah. I wish I knew that sooner too. All I'm trying to say, (y/n), is that no matter if you join the war or not, it won't be pretty. Somebody will die and you will lose the people you love. But with Harry you have to be a little more understanding. He lost so much, he just can't afford to think he'll lose you too."

He was right. Of course he was right. He was Remus Lupin, he was always right. You glanced at his emerald green eyes and smiled. "So I guess, I need to talk to him...again."

He slightly nodded and got on his feet. "Come on. I'll come with you."

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As soon as you got closer to the room you heard a loud chaos and laughs coming from it.

The Weasleys. They always seemed to be the loudest.

You walked in the room with Remus by your side and all eyes were on you, especially Fred's since he always fancied you.

"Missed me?" he winked at you and put another spoon of mashed potatos in his mouth.

Messing his hair, you leaned your elbows on his shoulders and whispered in his ear. " Still not giving up Weasley?"

"Never." he smiled and tilted his head backwards to meet your eyes.

You rolled your eyes and stood back up, just to see if you could find your brother. But he wasn't here, nor was Sirius.

"Where's Harry?" you asked and looked around the table.

"He went upstairs with Sirius." replied Ginny.

"Okay, thanks." you said and put your hand on Ginny's shoulder as you ran up the stairs.

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You were standing in front of Sirius' bedroom, door slightly open and his voice softly talking to your brother.

"When they brought her home, the whole gang waiting for her, I couldn't be happier. I mean she was just a bald potato back then but she was so beautiful and so small."

"Okay, I'm coming in." you said after hearing him say that, making both of them look to the doors.

Sirius' mouth curved into a smile and before you could say anything to Harry, he cut in first.

"Come here, dear. I was just talking to Harry about your childhood days."

"Yeah, I heard. I'm the bald potato." you sighed and plopped down next to Sirius.

"Figure of speech." he defended before placing his hands on both of yours and Harry's knees. "James and I were more than best friends. We were brothers and even though we pranked and we laughed, had loads of great time and unforgetable memories, we also fought."

"Please don't let this be a lecture." you groaned and leaned your head on Sirius' shoulder.

"Shh, dear child. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." he shushed you and put his hand on your cheek. "So, as I was saying James and I used to fought. A lot. I was used to tidiness, living with my mother I had to live in tidiness, but James... he was such a mess. There were many days where we faught about the mess, the essays, projects we had together, girls, Remus.."

"Remus?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. He was the most responsible one so Remus was always the best for projects and plans." added Sirius before continuing with his lecture. "Look. You two are brother and sister. It's obvious you want to protect her and she wants to protect you. But the two of you need to stick together because that is the only way you will be able to protect eachother. Trust me. I would know."

After hearing what he said, both you and Harry wrapped your arms around Sirius and squeezed him in a tight hug.

"Thank you Patwoof." you added, making Sirius slightly chuckle.

"Patwoof." he repeated, holding back the tears as if it was the first time he ever heard it.