Cold Feet - George Weasley Imagine (requested)
Request: Can I get a request where George and y/n are getting married and married and y/n is super nervous and its just super fluffy? Thanks
(( So if any of you have seen The Vow you may notice that I used the same vows from the movie in here so all the vows rights go to the amazing movie The Vow!!))
“Uh, with this… um… oh yeah, candle! I shall… brighten? No, with this candle I shall light? Merlin help me!” y/n screeched throwing her hands to the sky in desperation.
Daylight snuck in through the pulled curtains of the guest room on the top floor of the Weasley Burrow. Molly was racing around trying her best to make sure every little detail was perfect.
The sun was high in the sky and the birds were singing making it an almost flawless day for a wedding. Bright smiling happy faces entered in the spacious backyard, being greeted by Mr. Weasley and the grooms twin and best man, Fred Weasley. George sat alone in his room unable to shake the giddy grin as well as nerves from bubbling up inside him. All her could bare to think of was that in the next few long awaited hours, he’d marry the love of his life, y/n…. the beautiful, breathless, happy-go-lucky y/n.
Speaking of y/n, Ginny and Hermione sat upstairs with the bride-to-be giving her helpful advice and soothing words, but the words were no avail to the nervous girl.
y/n had been practicing her vows day and night practically all month long in attempt to memorize them, not that it was working at all. She could hardly even remember the easy stuff!
“Hey, hey! Take a deep breath and relax! You’ll be fine, you’re overthinking everything!” Hermione confessed wrapping her arm around y/n’s delicate shoulders. Huffing in defeat, y/n fell back into the bed ignoring the complaints from the youngest Weasley about how she was ruining her hair and makeup by causing so much fuss.
“Besides, its my brother were talking about! You have nothing to worry about. That git will probably mess up on his vows at least seven times! When-“Ginny joked but quickly shut her mouth when she received a deathly glare from Hermione along with y/n.
Mumbling a hoarse ‘sorry’, then drawing her eyes down to the hem of her lilac knee high dress, y/n had picked out months before. The dress fit all the bridesmaids perfectly and added a nice touch to y/n’s mainly traditional dress. The dress was long and hugged her body tightly in a complimentary fashion. Light fairy dust purple sparkles were laced in and out the fabric of the wedding gown adding a nice appealing twist to the look.
Bridesmaids were styled with their hair simple and curled falling like a waterfall down their backs. While y/n’s hair was in a crown like braided bun with small flowers of various colors planted in and out of her hair.
“If you two don’t mind, I’d prefer to be alone and to go over my lines by myself before its time to recite them in front of everyone.” She requested politely. Ginny and Hermione nodded giving her a brief hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, exiting the room swiftly.
Taking a deep needed breath, y/n stood from the bed gliding with ease over to the crème dresser counter and tying her floral silk robe around her body shielding her extravagant gown from the world, then moved lightly over to the balcony doors, sliding them open and taking a step outside. The fresh air felt like a graceful kiss hitting y/n’s redden cheeks. She glanced out into the horizon of unoccupied corn fields and empty land. From below she could just barely get a glance of the flooded of guest rushing in and chatting amongst themselves. They couldn’t see her much to her luck. Though her e/c eyes stayed locked on the ground level not for the view of the guest but because a head of wild red hair caught her attention. Now, she was in the home of the Weasley’s so chances were, it was just about any of the never ending red heads but something was different about this one.
The man, roughly four floors down was talking, to himself she assumed, in a hushed secretive voice. His words were vaguely familiar and y/n’s heart fluttered at the sound of them. They were vows coming out of his mouth. With a wave of courage overcoming her body, y/n shouted down to him, carefully not to get caught by Molly or anyone else for that matter, she knew the old wise tales about how it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding but she just couldn’t help it.
“Georgie! George… up here, darling!” The flustered groom shot his head up in panic glancing around. His hands were shaky and eyes wild. Finally, he looked up and when his eyes meet y/n the same grin from before returned yet this time larger than life.
“y/n, my sweet y/n. What’re you doing, we’re going to get in trouble and I’m not taking the blame for this one!” George said gleefully. y/n playfully shrugged blowing him a kiss which he pretended to catch. The two laughed together in sync, both feeling a weight being lifted from their shoulders. Silence filled the air and the engaged couple stared lovingly at each other, lost for words. George leaned back onto the unsteady railing devoting all he had up to y/n.
“Y’know, this would be a great time to run over our lines together… so we don’t forget them, of course.” George smirked, checking down below him for safety precautions. Molly would have his head if she gained information on their situation.
“I suppose you’re right, that way we won’t mess our lines up in front of everyone. In a way were actually helping each other prepare for the wedding which means we aren’t breaking any rules.” Seeing each other did indeed break rules. Many to be exact and y/n’s confusing explanation made no sense but the couple went with it.
“Shall I start my dear?” George teased.
“That you shall, handsome.” Voices echoed in the distance and y/n knew the ceremony would begin any second. George seemed to notice this too as his head shifted to the door then slowly back up to y/n mothing ‘Fred’. She nodded and smoothed out the robe waiting for him to begin. The sound of a door swinging shut brought y/n to glance down seeing George smiling with his thumb up in the air. She giggled rolling her eyes.
“Now I think Fred interrupted something very important, but what was it? Oh that’s right,” George smirked with a distant look planted in his eyes like he was at peace. Content even.
“y/n, the you I’m in love with today is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow, the same you I’m choosing to marry because I’m in love with you, y/n. I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way back to each other.” Tears puddled in her crystal orbs making the rest of the world cloudy and blurry. Her heart was racing 100 miles an hour and her palms became clammy once again. She loved him. More than she could ever express and there really was no reason to be nervous. This was George, her George and he loved her for the girl she was not some high class know it all, just the simple shy girl. He was in love with her as she was and ever shall be with him. Taking a shaky breath she opened her mouth and spoke in a tenuous like voice,
“George I love you more than the meaning of life itself and I would sacrifice a life full of endless eternity to spend 10 short seconds with you. I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not, to agree to disagree on red velvet cake, and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home.”
George smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling around the edges. A loud knock sounded on the opposite side of y/n’s door and Molly’s cheerful voice shined through telling her it was time for the ceremony to begin. Throwing an apologetic look down to her soon to be husband, he shrugged.
“It’s alright, darling. That means we’re one step closer to
being married. I’ll be down there waiting for you. I love you, beautiful. Never
“I love you too, George. See you soon.”
- Daizy xxxx