weasley twins one shots

it's a wonderful life // g.w

summary: nothing better than having george over for christmas eve

warnings: none

word count: 700 (it's short n sweet i swear)

a/n: hope all of you are having a wonderful holiday season!! <3

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Frankly, if you had to admit, the fireplace wasn't the best thing about Christmas Eve. Sure, the crackling and warm glow really added to the atmosphere and the way the fire light sparkled off of the wrapping paper under the tree only made you want to dive into them even more, but no.

The best part about Christmas Eve was curling up with George on the couch, blanket cocooning the two of you away from the rest of the world. The wind was rather harsh outside and a light snowfall had begun to settle on your tiny corner of the world, but none of that seemed to matter as you sat comfortably with a cup of cocoa in hand and your head against George's chest.

"Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings!" You tried your best not to sniffle at the movie, watching as George Bailey held his daughter in his arms and received the best gift of all. It was almost a tradition — watching It's A Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve. It was the only movie fitting enough for this specific evening, anyway.

"I'm surprised you're not crying," George said, one of his hands coming up to rub your head, fingers tangling in your hair, "You and mum are always a mess at this part of the film."

"Well," you sat up, pretending you weren't on the verge of tears, "Maybe since we're watching it without your mum, it's not hitting me as hard. When she starts to cry, it has a ripple effect, okay?"

Molly and Arthur Weasley were away in Romania for Christmas, visiting Charlie, his wife, and their newborn baby for the holidays. Molly had packed nearly four suitcases just with handmade baby clothes. She had been so excited, it was adorable. And since they were away, you and George had called dibs on the Burrow.

"Sure, love," George pressed a kiss to your temple with a small laugh, "I know it'll hit you when they start singing."

And, once again, George just knew you so damn well. As soon as Auld Lang Syne started playing, the tears were present. It was kind of impossible not to be affected by the whole scene, really. You weren't crazy. Everyone cried at this part of the movie. Right?

When the credits rolled and your cocoa was down to the bottom of your cup, you turned to face your boyfriend who had been quite silent for the last five minutes. He was looking down at you, eyes clearly tired, as he ran his fingers up and down your side under your sweater.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, awkward chuckle at the end of your question.

"Just lookin'," he grinned, "It's past midnight, love. So I'm looking at my Christmas gift."

You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling out of you as you leaned into him. Your heart felt so full you weren't sure if you'd be able to handle it.

"Oh, my god, George," you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "You're unbelievably cheesy. It's insane. You're lucky I love you or else you'd never be able to find anyone else with your corny little flirting attempts."

He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, "I'm lucky you love me because I'm the world's biggest idiot and you could have anyone else. But nope, your cute ass is stuck with me."

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his chest and bringing the blanket higher up to cover the both of you, "I'm as stuck with you as you are with me. And there's no one else I'd rather spend Christmas Eve with. Or any day, really."

He let out a small hum of content against your skin, snuggling closer to you under the blanket.

It wasn't too long before the both of you fell asleep on the couch, legs tangled and heads resting against each other's, the fire slowly dying down next to the tree.

It was indeed past midnight, and there was no better way to ring in Christmas than in the arms of the love of your life.