george weasle

Intimacies

George Weasley x Asexual!Reader

Request: Hi there!! Could I have a George x asexual reader please? Where everyone knows you like him, including George, but you still refuse to go out with him by giving increasingly crazy excuses. Someone confronts her, idk who, and she admits she doesn’t think he will accept her as asexual. Go where you will with that. Thank you for considering!! 

A/N: Hi, so if I have gotten anything wrong about asexuality, please please please tell me so I can correct it, I would hate to write something that is incorrect and that may misinform or offend someone. I hope you guys enjoy it though!

WARNINGS: ASEXUAL READER, A REALLY BAD EXCUSE THAT WILL MAKE YOU CRINGE

Your name: submit What is this?

You sighed as you picked up your books from the table, tucking them under your arm as you stood from your seat. You swung your bag over your shoulder and with your spare hand, placed your quill and parchment in your bag. You nodded briefly to Madam Irma Pince, the librarian, as you exited the library, having finally finished your charms homework.


“Hey, Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” Two voices rang together. You groaned inwardly, your steps barely falling out of rhythm as two others joined.

“Fred. George.” You greeted, your hold on your books tightening slightly as your heart sped up.

“So, this weekend, there’s a Hogsmeade trip,” George started.

“Well noted.” You replied sarcastically.

George glanced over at Fred briefly, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly,

“I was wondering whether you would like to go with me.”

Your steps faltered slightly, and you prayed that they didn’t pick up on it. You hurried your steps slightly as you approached the stairs, hoping to catch one before it changed course.

“I can’t.” You lied as you hurriedly thought of an excuse, “I have to rewrite my potions work.”

“Your potions work?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I can never revise using my messy notes, so I need to re-write them.”

“But.. Y/N.. the O.W.L’s are ages away.”

“Yes, well.. one can never start too early.” You stepped onto the staircase.

With a jolt, the staircase suddenly changed, leaving George and Fred, who had been walking a few steps behind you on the third floor. You sighed in relief, you had gotten out of this one, but what the hell were you going to do when you saw George again? 

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“Hey, Y/N.” George greeted, sitting down on the chair opposite you.

You cursed internally, smiling at George slightly in greeting. You glanced around the common room, which was practically empty due to the fact that it was almost past curfew.

“What are you doing?” George asked politely, his eyes warm as he ran a hand through his ginger hair, making your heart speed up slightly.

“Just finishing off some homework.” You spoke quietly, not looking George in the eyes.

“So, listen, I know that you were busy this weekend, but what about next weekend?” George inquired, his eyes hopeful. You opened your mouth to agree, but a thought suddenly struck you again and you stopped yourself.

“Sorry George, but I’m.. uhh-I need to rearrange my room.” You lied. Merlin, you hated this. You wanted to go out with George more than anything, but due to this one doubt, you found yourself rejecting him time and time again.

“Your room?” George asked, entirely confused.

“Uh.. yeah, well, Muggles have this idea about feng shui,” You elaborated, your brain working quickly to conceive a lie, “And it’s the whole idea of balancing energies or something and I wanted to try it.”

George looked at you perplexed, “Couldn’t you do it another time?”

“No,” You immediately countered, “Um.. well, see they say that there is a certain time you have to rearrange it, and they said that to get the perfect balance, you should rearrange it on a new moon. That’s next weekend, and I have to do it then if I want to get the perfect balance.”

“Right.” George looked down, crestfallen. Your heart broke at his unusually sad face and you suddenly felt incredibly guilty.

“Sorry, George.” You apologised sincerely, rolling up your parchment. “I’ll um.. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that you started for the staircase, climbing up it and escaping into your dorm.

You missed Fred coming down the stairs with Ginny, and walking over to George.

“Well?” Fred asked, a hopeful smile on his face, Ginny standing next to him.

“She said no.” George said sadly, looking down.

A sympathetic frown crossed Fred’s face as he looked at his twin, and he walked over, gently clasping George’s shoulder.

“Why?!” Ginny spurted angrily.

George’s head snapped up at Ginny’s angry tone and he looked at her in confusion.

“It’s obvious that she likes you, and she knows that you like her, so why does she keep saying no?” Ginny muttered angrily under her breath.

“She said something about needing to balance her room?” George asked, confusion seeping into his voice once again.

“Balance her room?” Fred asked incredulously, sharing a look with his younger sister. Ginny shrugged and a thought implanted itself in her head, an idea blossoming.

“What?” Fred asked, a smile tugging his lips as he recognised the look on Ginny’s face.

*********

You sighed as your thoughts wondered back to George. Merlin, more than anything in the world you wanted to say yes, but every time, every goddamn time you opened your mouth something else came out. George deserved someone better, who could give him the intimacies he was interested in. If he found out that… He would never want to date you.

Besides, you were pretty sure you had run him off after giving him that awful excuse. Feng shui? Really? That was the best excuse you could come up with?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed Ginny and Fred walking towards you with a determined expression. In a single movement, they grabbed both of your arms and forced you into an empty classroom.

“Bloody hell!” You yelled, eyes wide. You stepped back slightly in fear of the thunderous looks in their eyes. “You know, you could just talk to me like a normal person.” You muttered, crossing your arms.

“Why won’t you date George?” Ginny demanded, getting straight to the point.

You sighed, going to move past them, “Can’t we talk about this another time, I’m busy.”

Fred reached out his arm, preventing you from moving any further, “No, you’re not. You have a free period now.”

“Take a seat, Y/N.” Ginny motioned towards the table.

With a sigh, you moved towards the table and jumped up onto it, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You like George.” Ginny began, flicking her red hair over her shoulder. 

“What makes you think that?” You denied.

Ginny gave you a blank stare, raising her eyebrows.

“Alright, fine.” You caved, damn that Weasley.

Ginny smirked, “I knew it!”

“Why won’t you go out with Georgie, then?” Fred asked, his tone no different than Ginny’s.

You froze, you couldn’t exactly tell them. They’d treat you differently, everyone always did.

“Hey, Y/N.” Ginny spoke softly, noticing your somewhat reluctant gaze, “We’re your friends, honestly, you can tell us.”

“I can’t, you’d treat me differently. Everyone always does.” You voiced your thoughts.

“Y/N.” Fred spoke, walking closer and placing a small hand on your arm. “We won’t judge you.”

“I’m sorry, Fred. I can’t.”

“Are you afraid to get your heart broken, because George wouldn’t do that.” Ginny said confidently.

Your laughed slightly, “No, Gin. It’s not that.” You raised a hand, running it through your hair. The sincere looks on your friends faces finally gave you the confidence to tell them, “I’m asexual.”

“What?” Fred asked, genuine confusion on his face.

Well this wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

“Ace, Fred. Asexual. I’m not interested in sex. I don’t have sexual attractions.” You blurted, unable to stop yourself from speaking - a nervous tic of yours. You forced yourself to stop, clamping your lips together.

“Is that it?” Ginny laughed slightly.

You shrugged, “Look, I like George, a lot. But I can’t give him the intimacies that he wants.”

The door opened and George strode confidently in, a human ear and length of string dangling from his hand.

Fred and Ginny exchanged a glance, small victorious smiles on their faces as they escaped the room with a small glance behind them.

“George.” You breathed, silently chiding yourself. How long had he been listening in? God, he probably thought you were a freak.

“I don’t care.” George muttered, seeming to lose his confidence as he stood in front of you. “I don’t care that your asexual. Sex isn’t everything to me, y’know.” He grinned slightly, hesitantly reaching out and entwining his fingers with yours.

You sighed slightly, pulling away, “Perhaps you think that now, but what about next month. I don’t have the desire for sex, George. Sooner or later, that’s what you’ll want and I can’t give that to you.”

“Is that what you think?” George asked hurtfully, tucking his hands into his pockets, “Do you know how long I’ve liked you for? How long I’ve seen you walk through the hallways and thought, Merlin, that is one gorgeous witch, both inside and out?

“George-”

“No, Y/N. I have liked you for nearly two months now. I don’t care whether you have a desire for sex. Sex isn’t everything in a relationship,” George stepped forwards, “There are other intimacies,” He gently grasped your hands, “That exist. I’d love to get to know you more than I do now.” He muttered, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

You leaned into his touch, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment before dropping to your hands. You bit your lip, maybe you could give this a chance.

“I like you too, George, but-”

“Can we at least try this? One date? We can take this slow.” George interrupted.

A smile fought it’s way onto your face at the thought of a date with George, and upon seeing your face, George’s heart lifted. 

“Alright, we’ll take this slow.”

“Baby steps.” George promised, squeezing your hand. “So, Hogsmeade this weekend, or are you still doing that fen shoo thing?”

A chuckle burst from your lips, “Hogsmeade is good.” You laughed out.

“What even is fin chu anyway?”

You grinned, shaking your head as you laughed at George’s face which stared at you in confusion.

Feast of Fools - Chapter Two

Read Chapter One HERE

Fred Weasley Fan Fiction

Word Count: 1833

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: As not much happens at the world cup I kind of rushed through it a bit but I promise that the story will get better! 

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Okay so I see a lot of hate surrounding the fact Angelina "replaced" Fred with George.

Okay so this is how I see it would go down:

Fred would be the one who makes business deals with Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes because he’s a better speaker and has good people skills. So one day he planned to go to Hogsmeade with Angelina but the Lee Jordan was all, “Fred you are high, we have to go to Zonko’s the same day, and we need a Weasley twin.”

So Fred was all, “CRIMINY! GEORGE GO STAY WITH ANGELINA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.”

George would give Fred a dirty look and be all, “FRED YOU BASTARD NO GO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT.”

Then Fred would give George a dirty look and be all, “GEORGE YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THE SPEAKING SKILLS OF A TWO-YEAR-OLD GIRAFFE.”

And George would cave in and take Angelina out and have a really good time and at the end they’d both be like, “Damn, that was the best date of my life.”

So then when other events like this would happen, they’d do the same thing, and eventually George would stop protesting.

But, as we all know, Angelina Johnson is smart, so the next time this happened, she went, “Hey, George!”

And George would do the blunder of saying, “Hey! …Aw shite.”

Then Angelina would be mad at the pair of them. For a very long time.

 Until finally the twins would plan to apologize. Except that Fred just so happened to make another business appointment on the same exact date and time they agreed to apologize. Mainly because Fred already thinks his relationship with Angelina was coming to a close.

So George would corner Angelina in the hall and he’d be all, “I’M SORRY I’M A BASTARD SORRY ANGELINA SORRY BUT I MEAN IT WAS ONLY GONNA BE THE FIRST TIME BUT IT WAS REALLY FUN AND-”

And Angelina would be all, “Oh, you liked it too?”

And George would nod.

~snogging time~

I call the fanfiction.