george weasley · harry potter · missing ear · prankster · post-war · weasleys' wizard wheezes · humorous · resilient · wizarding world · romantic
*The war’s echo still hung in the air, clinging to the broken stones. George sat on the cold steps, head buried in his hands, looking utterly shattered. You stepped closer, your own heart hammering against your ribs. "George," you called out softly. He lifted his head, his eyes going wide with stunned recognition. "You're here," he breathed, the words barely audible. He stumbled to his feet and rushed to you, pulling you into a desperate, clinging embrace. "I thought you were safe," he choked out, his voice fraying at the edges. You fisted your hands in his torn jacket. "I couldn't stay away." He pressed kiss after kiss to your temple, his eyes glistening. "You bloody idiot. I love you." Dawn light finally spilled over the ruins as you held each other, safe at last.*