#request completed ! ; asks

[hellsitegenetics]

genome THIS (pleag. it would make me happy):

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JURGEN LEITENER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said jurgen leitners waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with jurgen leitner speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects books but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a book make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateJurgenLeitner

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his library and I lost it

where the fuck is jurgen leitner if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch leitner and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when jurgen died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true books

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[nouverx]

Just wanna put Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) and Luffy (One Piece) in a jar and shake them. Just imaging these two chaotic aro ace in the same room brings me so much joy.

I feel like they would viscerally hate each other if they ever had to meet ahah :'D I drew them reacting to their flag instead! I haven't drawn Luffy in a hot minute damn I missed my boi

Now that I think about it, it's funny how similar yet completely different they are. Luffy's whole deal is about smiling, laughing and make people around him happy, while Alastor's whole deal is also about smiling, but he uses it for control, to hide his true emotions and make people around him uncomfortable/second guessing him all the the time.

Luffy is aroace, but still full of love for everyone, he cares so much and shows so much affection, while Alastor is aroace and mostly touch averse, takes a long time to get attached to people and shows very little affection (or maybe has his own definition of affection idk)

And they both have a weird moral code and hate people in power who uses it to exploit the weak?? Not to the same extend ofc but still, that's an interesting trait they share .

My two favourite aroaces I love them so much 💖

[pnfc]

parable doodles

[asterronomical]

listen to me . hits you with a beam that makes you think about lucifer and mammon

[save-the-villainous-cat]

may I request a really really really smart villain. but somehow the hero manages to outsmart them, and even though villain is completely dumbfounded, they find it incredibly hot???

gl, if you wish, but im fine with anything !!

“You’re scared,” the villain whispered. “I know what that feels like. I know what it can do to a person.”

Their fingertips traced the hero’s clavicle gently, as if they attempted to calm a startled deer by stoking it.

“It’s not a pleasant emotion. It certainly isn’t one anyone should be used to. So I’m curious, do you need my help?” the villain said. Their eyes scanned the hero curiously. Almost as if they could absorb everything about them just by looking at them.

Something about the hero seemed to pull them in, something seemed to fascinate them on a grand scale and the hero couldn’t tell if they loved the challenge or the attention.

“Would you mind?” the hero asked. They nodded towards the villain’s fingers on their body and clearly, the villain received their message. They pulled away and smiled. Curiosity seemed to be their big weakness.

“I apologise, of course. I’m fond of pretty things.”

“As every crow is.”

“That’s a compliment.” The hero didn’t answer. They knew the villain was toying with them; they were fully aware of their sweet words and their kind smile.

The villain wasn’t easy to understand and that was a big problem in this whole mess. Incompetent people proposed a threat to the city because of their lack of intelligence. They weren’t easy to understand, they were unpredictable.

Usually, the hero could argue with smart people, could get into their minds and understand their motives but the villain was a complete minefield. Their unpredictability came from several unrelated plans that intertwined and altogether made up a whole picture.

They were ten steps ahead. Always.

Suddenly, a missing professor, a burning bakery, a sick child and a stolen book were parts of a chain that would make sense to the hero much, much later. Ordinary things could play huge parts in these reaction chains, something they liked to call “controlled butterfly effect”. It made the hero think of all the details, all the little crimes in the city. It made them overanalyse every little conversation they had with the villain.

Was the villain giving them clues?

Was there a way to decipher these riddles?

How could anyone be at ten different places at the same time?

How was it possible to get information you’d have to torture out of people without actually talking to anyone at all?

“I’ll have to change my address for the third time this month,” the hero said. “You should apologise for that as well.”

“It’s not my fault you make it so easy for me.” The villain looked around the hero’s living room and in some weird and strange way, the hero felt superior to them, now that everything was done. It would’ve been foolish to say they were relieved. In fact, the villain was right. They were terrified. “New choice of plants, I see. You like orchids?”

“Why exactly are you here?” the hero asked. They assumed the villain knew about yesterday. They also assumed the villain was here to talk about that. “So you can make fun of me? Humiliate me in my own home?”

“Without an audience? Please, I thought you knew me.” The villain’s eyes found the hero’s again after what they deemed to be enough observation.

“You like it more intimate. You like it when it’s just us.” Now, the villain looked intrigued.

“Touché,” they said, almost as if the hero had defeated them with a single word. The hero wished it had been that easy.

“Again. Why are you here?” The hero crossed their arms in front of their chest. It was getting quite chilly in just a shirt and underwear.

In response, the villain took in a deep breath and sat down on the hero’s couch. They lounged.

“When Hannibal crossed the Alps, do you think he was scared? I mean, all that responsibility on his shoulders? It was dangerous, he could’ve lost his entire army.”

“Is this supposed to be some metaphor for me being Hannibal and you being…what? The Roman Republic?” the hero asked. Sometimes, it was laughable where the villain’s mind went. It was hard enough to keep up with them already but the amount of knowledge the hero acquired from talking to them alone was insane.

It was the type of learning experience that required failing repeatedly to get to the answer. The hero didn’t enjoy it.

But the villain only chuckled.

“I was trying to say that being determined and scared can coexist. You did something that demands great courage.” They tilted their head. “And yet, it is a very scary thing.”

With slow steps, the hero approached them until they were close enough. They sat down on the villain’s lap. Unsurprisingly, their nemesis didn’t protest.

They weren’t proud of what had happened, they weren’t proud of what they’d done.

“How can a person obtain information no one dares to whisper?” the hero asked. “How can that person receive it within seconds?”

“You tell me,” the villain said. An invitation. It would’ve been illogical to decline.

“You had two helpers. Someone who can teleport. Someone who can turn invisible. I don’t know how you convinced them but they were heroes once.”

The villain nodded.

“The Romans had to learn the hard way how important spies are. They learnt it from the Carthaginian. Like I learnt from you years ago,” the villain said. It was difficult to imagine that all this was the hero’s fault. “Now, tell me what you did when you found out.”

The hero was quiet until the villain’s palm brushed their thigh softly. The villain seemed unfittingly euphoric.

“I knew they wouldn’t be easy to keep in a cell.”

“So?”

“So I killed them.” The villain nodded.

“You killed them,” the villain agreed. “Did you know crows wait for other predators to tear open their prey?”

The hero waited. The villain wasn’t angry. They were fascinated. It hadn’t even occurred to the hero that this was the solution up until yesterday.

And still, even though this was a major success when it came to stopping the villain, it wasn’t satisfactory. Killing two of their own people hadn’t been pretty.

“Did you know curiosity killed the cat?” the hero asked back. Behind their back, they clenched their fist to stop their hand from shaking.

Within seconds, several red laser dots pointed at the villain. With the hero on their lap, pressing them into the couch, there wasn’t anywhere to go. The sharpshooters wouldn’t let the villain move a muscle.

And behind the shocked expression, the hero saw something they weren’t sure if they loathed or liked: a certain admiration for only them.

[emeritusemeritus]

hello! absolutely love your writing and so happy to find someone who likes the weasley twins too! :D if it’s not too much trouble, i’d like to request a little drabble with fred where the reader adopts a ginger cat and fred finds it funny? thank you! <3

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, we are all definitely Weasley Twin lovers over here! It’s my pleasure, this was really fun to write 😂 hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: minor sexual references, brief talk of curses, fluff and humour, a million ginger jokes, mentions of future kids.

Word count: 1.1k

Ginger Root

"Hey baby," Fred shouts out as he steps through the door to the flat above the shop on his lunch break, instantly loosening his tie and popping open the top shirt button that was slowly choking him.

He briefly waits for you to reply but hears nothing, so he goes looking for you. He's hoping that you'd made him something to eat for his dinner, though of course he didn't expect it if you. The shop had been ridiculously busy this last week and the thought of having to stand and make something to eat in his break hour seemed too far of a stretch for him. He's also hoping for a cuddle, needing to feel you back in his arms for a little while whilst he can, and even more hopefully he wonders if he can convince you to cuddle naked, horizontally on the bed.

He freezes upon walking into the living room, seeing a single ginger cat sat proudly on his sofa. It's comical almost how he freezes at seeing the seemingly harmless cat, looking around the empty flat as if there's an audience waiting for his reaction that he was being pranked.

He walks slowly over to the cat, approaching it with as much caution as he would a hippogriff, squatting down beside the content kitty that barely flicks it's eyes over to the intruder, sitting pride of place in Fred's usual spot.

"Okay," Fred says seriously to the cat, their faces only inches apart as he gives the kitty a questioning look, attempting to level with the feline. "You've either been cursed or you've never told me you were an animagus in the, what, 10 years we've been together?" He waits a moment for any feedback from the cat but hears nothing.

"Give me a little meow if you've been cursed and I'll fix it right away."

"Meow."

You laugh as Fred jumps at your sudden noise, falling back onto his haunches after losing his balance in surprise, arms scrambling to stop himself and failing miserable, which only adds to the hilarity of the situation.

"Godric woman," he grumbles, mock-clutching his heart as he gets up using the coffee table as leverage. He looks towards you and you smile widely seeing his heated cheeks, the look in his eyes devilish as he seeks revenge, especially as he eyes what you're wearing.

You're leaning on the doorframe, wrapped in a fluffy white towel fresh from the shower and enjoying every second of seeing Fred recover from your unplanned prank. His eyes are focused on your towel, the little tuck hidden within the slope of your breasts and the smirk on his face looks almost dangerous as you try and figure out his next move.

"But your lunch!" You squeal as he lunges as you, lips first attacking your neck.

"It can wait," he mumbles, finding his roaring appetite for food suddenly replaced by something else.

"So you found him, or her?"

"Him... I think," you say, pulling a fresh Tshirt on as Fred buttons up his shirt, leaving the tie off for now.

"He was shivering in a box next to the leaky cauldron... I couldn't leave him there Freddie." You hoped Fred wouldn't be mad, that he'd understand your desperate need to rescue the poor little kitty.

"I know sweetheart," he says with a small smile, eyes gentle with understanding.

You walk ahead of Fred as you both made your way back to the living room, pausing briefly to scratch the little sleepy cat on the sofa before you stepped into the kitchen to pull yours and Fred's pre-made lunch out of the fridge. He kisses you as a way of thanks as you both take a seat on the unoccupied sofa and eat the lunch you'd prepared earlier.

"Have you named him yet?" Fred says, taking a massive bite out of his sandwich, hardly able to talk with his mouth full of food. You pull a face of disgust for a moment at his lack of eating etiquette but drop it once you look upon the cute cat app curled up on the other sofa.

"Not yet, still thinking of options," you say, mentally running through the admittedly short list of monikers you'd come up with on the way home.

"Well with that hair he's definitely a Weasley," Fred beams, "very on brand."

"Think your mum will knit him a jumper for Christmas? Or a little scarf?" You joke, earning a snort of laughter from your boyfriend as his delighted face takes another large bite, thankfully not speaking through this one.

"What shall we name you little Weasley?" You say, looking upon your new friend.

"Well it can't be George, s'got two ears," Fred mumbles through a devilish smirk.

"Fred!" You say, scandalised by his words, though you can hardly contain your chuckle that follows only moments later.

"What about Minerva?" You can, casting your eyes towards Fred to watch his reaction, seeing him nearly choke on the last bite of his sandwich at your suggestion.

"Marmalade? Keeping with the ginger theme."

"Garfield?"

"Eh?" Fred frowns, missing the joke entirely.

"It's a muggle thing.. oh! Thomas O'Malley!"

Again Fred gives you a bewildered stare that makes a giggle slip out of you.

"Muggle film, the ginger cat. We could name him after him!  Abraham Delacey Giuseppi Casey Thomas o malley... Weasley."

"Or we could not," Fred says blankly.

"Ron?" You ask, trying to glance at the cat's face to see what else would spring to mind.

"No, it's too clean," Fred jokes, nodding his head towards the cat.

"Squash? Cheddar? Pumpkin?"

"Stop naming food!" Fred calls out with a laugh before he pauses, clearly thinking. "Wait I like pumpkin! Pumpkin Weasley?"

"Our first child," you joke, throwing your legs over his as you lean back on the sofa. You knew he'd have to be going back to work soon so you'd take what you could get.

"Great we can name our children after root vegetables," Fred says with a mock roll of his eyes, big hands coming up to stroke your legs as he pulls them deeper into his lap.

"Ginger's a root vegetable, they'd fit right in," you beam, looking at your boyfriend's fiery locks, secretly hoping that whatever children you'd have would share this certain characteristic.

"Oh yeah! Meet the twins, parsnip and turnip," he jests, laughing as your eyes widen in horror at his words, knowing that it would be just your luck to get your own mini version of George and Fred.

"Who said anything about twins?!"

"Maybe we'll just stick with the cat then," he smirks, joining your gaze towards your new best friend, realising that it might not be a bad thing after all to expand your family.

"We'll start with Pumpkin."

[yorufi]

hello! if you're still taking requests, can i request verneider please? thank you!

i.. i went overboard :’)

(i even copied schneider’s handwriting to write the text…..)

[thestirringpot]

Anyone with a carton of milk, perhaps? Milk and milk related items are good for figuring out what to draw :> unless you lactose-imagination-intolerent (idk what that means but here you go a whacky suggestion) jdiajickekshfjfjdk

it started off so innocently... and it went downhill fast.

id thought id do a carton of milk study but then i was afraid it would be a lil bland .. so i searched up 'milk advertisement' and OH BOY DID THAT GET WEIRD ...

so i present you... moon persuading you to drink milk... im sorry, the inspo is under the cut.. im so sorry

the 'got milk campaign' was a strange way of advertising milk...

[bobosbillionsknives]

You should draw Knives in Vash’s undersuit. Because your artstyle is very cool and sharp and I think it would look cool.

Ty for the request ! I'm so glad you like my art :D !!💖I got carried away with this lol.

The idea of this is very funny to me since they'd obviously be the same size and I imagine they were just bored one day lol

**(not shipping content)**

[suchscary]

Too many artists who do commissions, in my experience, don't take their job seriously enough.

It's a meme how some artists take months to complete a comm and "haha im so grateful for having patient commissioners" but that's just poor work ethics on the artist's part.

When you offer commissions, you don't just offer art, you also have to communicate with your client properly, give them proper updates, ask them for feedback during process, discuss things that your ToS doesn't cover if needed, and so on.

Just for example, if you're taking longer than expected, let them know why (just vague "due to personal problems" is enough) and if needed, offer a refund or another alternative instead of making your commissioner reach out to you for updates themselves and possibly stressing them out.

Otherwise, you're treating your commissioner like a nuisance that you're forced to work with, not a client who offers you money in return for proper service.

[sinful-lanterns]

What outfits would be the most bizarre and from who? (From the latest Garofano ask! I thought that was really funny and cool, AND ALSO ELEVEN WANTING TO PUT READER INTO AN E-GIRL COSTUME 💀😭)

- Korryn requesting for you to be put in a sexy cow costume is pretty up there for Garofano. She’s never sewed such a costume before 😭😭

- Raven has also requested for you to dress up as a celebrity, because she’s fantasized about having a scandal with you and fucking you in a reporter x celebrity roleplay.

- Lamia has requested for you to be a mermaid once. (She even requested Garofano to make slits in your tail so she could finger-fuck you easier)

- Cabernet once straight up asked Garofano to dress you in an outfit inspired by grapes. Whatever that meant…

- Bianca did the same thing as Cabernet but your outfit was inspired by apples.

- Serpent wanted you to be a sexy mouse.

- Angell has a maid outfit kink. Garofano has made her several different ones in varying styles, all for you.

[scrimblyscrorblo]

request : can i see either nikolai or sigma in your art style ? idk i feel like both would look gorgeous <3

No ‘cuz he is gorgeous?? The gender envy I get from this fucker (and several other characters in this damn show)(Poe)(Bram stoker)

So annoyed they took away his stars in the name actually we were ROBBED and his heels omg he came to absolutely ✨serve✨

[pokimoko]

hi hi hii, if ur still doing the pride requests, can i ask for a non-binary unicorn :] ?

Awww yeah, a fantasy critter! I've been hoping someone would ask for one. Here ya go, my friend!

[lavenderscented-stories]

Hello and welcome ! It’s great to see another x reader account on here:D Hope that you will have a good day in the fandom

Nonetheless, may I request some romantic Rocket x reader from you ?

Hello! It's an absolute pleasure and I'm glad to have received such a warm welcome, I assume you simply want general headcanons. Be warned that since I am newer to PHIGHTING! this may be a tad out of character, but I appreciate the ask nonetheless.

~ Will try to impress you by doing stupid things with his gear ~ "HEY LOOK HOW FAR I CAN SHOOT MYSELF :D" "what- no no nO NO WAIT-" ~ Safe to say that for his sake you need to keep this man on a LEASH ~ WILL tackle hug you ~ Sees you on the other side of the Crossroads and immediately RUSHES towards you while yelling your name ~ This man is SMITTEN ~ Just likes watching you sometimes with barely contained excitement ~ Cuteness aggression whenever he sees you ~ Rants about you soooo much to Sword & Zuka WHENEVER he gets the chance ~ It's YOU!! And he LOVES- no ADORES you!!! And oh my SFOTH how did he get so LUCKY??? ~ Randomly appears out of nowhere and asks to go out with you (was this how he asked you out the first time? Maybe...) ~ You guys go out A LOT and he loves spending time with you (this dudes love language is quality time istg-) ~ Tries to be flirty and suave but always trips up (both figuratively and literally) ~ ABSOLUTELY holds the door and does the whole "after you" thing ~ If you're also a PHIGHTER then you're a DEADLY duo ~ If you guys are on opposing teams he STRUGGLES between either leaving you completely alone or focusing on you ~ That's his beloved :((( how could he hurt them??? But SFOTH it would be funny... ~ Goes behind enemy lines to give you a little kissy and runs away (he's never been caught and it's always a jumpscare for you) ~ Glued to your side if you guys are on the same team ~ Will pay as much attention to your health as possible (if only he did that for himself smh-) ~ After phights you both go to a cafe or something similar and wind down from the chaos ~ He absolutely adores you, you have no idea.

[izel-scribbles]

What about John and either Lilly?

didn't rlly know what to do for this one so here's the queen herself!!

[emeritusemeritus]

Hi I love your work can you do a george Weasley x reader at they wedding day at the end they make out ?

Hello my love! Please accept this gift as a token of my appreciation and forgiveness for taking so long to finish! When I tell you my inbox is FULL of George wedding night asks… keep turned because they are more coming! 🖤

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none? A bit sexual in places much no graphic descriptions of sex. Wedding day bliss and slight torment with George. Slightly dominant George?

Waiting is the hardest part

You gulped down a sip of your champagne, choking slightly as your eyes fixed upon your new husband from across the dance floor, the hard look in his eyes making you wish that all of your guests could collectively disapparate right now.

It had been a truly magical day, right from start to finish, finally marrying the undisputed love of your life and best friend. George Weasley was everything you never knew you needed when you met aboard the Hogwarts Express on your first ever journey to school. The first meet turned into the first friendship, first friendship turned into first love and here you were over a decade later, still just as infatuated as you were right from the start.

The day was a jubilant celebration with friends and family, held at the Burrow just as you'd always wanted; now an official member of the Weasley family. It was rustic and homely, perfect in your eyes and a perfect representation of George, a little nod to all the summers you'd spent here with the family entwined in the best day of your life. The vows you made to each other were honest and personal, with a formality that Molly had insisted upon, though of course you didn't mind. It was perfect, everything was perfect, even with aunt Muriel there.

George's eyes were burning into your soul, feeling his gaze upon your body with a fiery sensation passing over you, as if he was setting you alight as his eyes roamed your curves greedily. You knew exactly what that look in his eyes meant and you forced yourself to be good, to not squeeze your legs together in anticipation. He looked devastatingly handsome in his wedding suit, a tailored fit that cling to his manly shoulders like molasses, accentuating his best features. Godric you were ready for your wedding night, hardly able to deny yourself any longer.

"Mind if I steal my husband?" You say to Angelina, who had been dancing with George when you approached. Your eyes flickered under your lashes up to George, who noticed your tone and demeanour instantly. Ang was none the wiser and excitedly giggled before dragging an unwitting Lee across the dance floor. George's hands upon your waist feel like a complete juxtaposition of fire and ice, soothing the ache of his touch but also alighting more flames deeper within you. Your arms stretched up to his shoulders, linking behind his head just as they had all those years ago at the Yule Ball when you'd danced together properly for the first time, but that in comparison was much, much tamer than this.

The darkness in his hazel orbs was enough to consume you, feeling like he was ready to devour you completely.

"Have I told you how absolutely breathtaking you look tonight?" He says, slightly breathlessly as he looks across your face and down to your cleavage.

"Not in the last 30 minutes," you smirk, reaching to okay with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Straight to Azkaban for me," he smirks, "you look so beautiful, my beautiful wife."

He knew exactly what he was doing, so smoothly saying 'wife', just as you had moments ago saying 'husband', knowing how greatly it would affect him.

His big hands engulf your waist, etching closer to the curve of your bum with every shuffle as you glide around the dance floor slowly. You push yourself ever closer to the solid frame of his body, pressing your breasts against him as you seek comfort, wanting to feel him all around you. He senses it instantly, no doubt feeling the weight of your breasts against him. It's electric, the invisible spark between the two of you, an energy that seems to vibrate and resonate deep; the undeniable anticipation.

"Ready to slip away?" George says to you, leaning down to whisper closer to your ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl that makes you suck in a breath. You daren't speak, hardly trusting your voice and chose instead to simply nod in reply. He smirks, his eyes dangerously mischievous as he takes your small hand in his much larger one and leads you across the dance floor until you were handed over to Ginny for 'safe keeping'. You look around in silent reflection at the scene before you, getting one last glance to commit to your memory of this magical day. You glanced at your loved ones around you, watching your friends and new family mingling and dancing together with wide smiles. There were gifts and cards in abundance, piled high on a table near the back, a cake which had been cut that needed to be sliced and shared, decorations which were to be saved and some to be returned- all of which you knew Molly would sort out for you without hesitation. You couldn't think of those things, only of George and the night ahead.

"Oi Sis! Your carriage awaits!" You hear Fred shout and turn around, realising he was shouting to you, his new sister. You laugh and then laugh again when you realise both he and George are stood beside the Old Ford anglia that had been decorated with thick ribbon on the bonnet, metal cans tied to the back bumper and a huge 'just married' painted across the rear window in Fred's awful writing. George has a smirk plastered on his face as he holds out his hand for you to take whilst Fred stands beside him with a massive shit-eating grin on his face, clearly pleased with his decorations.

You go to take George's hand but hesitate, turning instead to Fred and throw your arms around him, catching him off guard with a little 'oof'. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you in return, being somewhat careful of your dress as he rocks you back and forth in his hold.

"Thank you," you whisper in his ear, knowing how much he'd done for the both of you not just today but in general.

"Take care of him," he says back, knowing that George would the able to hear you speaking this quietly on his left side. You smile, pulling away and give a subtle little nod to your new brother in law, who turns to his twin and slaps him on the back. They share a moment, which you try not to invade and within moments Fred had disappeared and George has opened the passenger door for you.

Your guests line in and cheer as George pulls away, driving down the familiar dirt road away from the Burrow, his left hand resting on your clothed leg as you excitedly wave at your guests. Once you're away from the burrow, driving through the winding roads of Ottery, you finally breathe out a sigh of relief, a smile still frozen on your face from the wonderful day.

"I can't wait to get out of this dress," you say to George, watching the hills sprawling around you at the last sunlight of the day crests disappearing into the landscape.

"My thoughts exactly," George says darkly, his grip on your leg momentarily getting tighter. You cast a glance at him and see that he's hardly paying attention to the road at all, his eyes gazing over your body hungrily. You bite your lip, legs closing as you work to steady your breathing, one little comment from him being enough to renew the arousal you felt.

Thirty minutes of driving felt like pure torture as the unspoken tension increased within the tight space, your need for George too consuming. You wanted him to claim you anew, make you his wife entirely. You were his now, officially, legally, shared his last name and in all the other ways that made his claim on you known.

You couldn't hold in your gasp when George stopped the car, pulling up outside a beautiful little cottage that had the coziest lights on it, a lit beacon that pleaded for entry.

"George, it's beautiful!" You gasped, turning to him with an excited smile that had him chuckling as he killed the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"It's nothing compared to you."

You squeal as you soar through the air, George's strong arms pulling you into a fireman's carry as per tradition as he carries you over the threshold to the little cottage that is yours for the week. The mass of your dress is poofed up around you as he carries you as if you weigh little more than a feather, directing you straight to the bedroom. You hardly have time to look around as he walks directly to the bedroom before launching you onto the huge bed with a boyish laugh. You sit up and watch carefully as he doesn't move, stood resolute at the foot of the bed gazing down at you with hungry, dark eyes.

"I want to remember this forever," he says, the sentimentality of his words hitting you like a freight train. "You look so beautiful, so pure... I want to destroy that."

Your chest heaves to claim your lost breath, the harshness of his words and his eyes making you breathless. His eyes wander your curves in the dress, following a line up from your cleavage up to your face as he finally looks in your eyes. You sit up, finding your courage and begin to crawl over to him, wanting that beautifully tailored suit ripped from his body as soon as possible. His lips twist to a gentle smirk as his eyes follow your every moment. As you reach the end of the bed, your eyes trail up to his, the purest little doe eyes you can muster meeting his much more fierce gaze and you wait...

Part 2 posted HERE for the ✨Smut ✨