lovesick

request: from anon: Can you please write a fic where the reader & George spend their honeymoon on a caribbean cruise but George gets really sea sick & try’s to hind it form his wife because he wants her to enjoy the cruise but she eventually notices because he looks so pale, he refuses to eat anything & is running off to the bathroom at random times so she takes care of him for the rest of the trip because she loves him more than having fun on the trip.

pairing: george x reader

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The ocean was bright blue and nearly crystal clear—quite a difference from the Black Lake on the Hogwarts grounds. You laughed quietly to yourself on the balcony, letting your skin soak up the sunlight. You heard hoarse coughs come from across the room.

You frowned, thinking of your poor husband. He could do countless flips in the air on a skinny broomstick, and drink firewhisky like it was nobody’s business—but put him on the open ocean, and he was done for.

“Georgie?” you asked slowly, letting your voice waft through the open door and to the far end of the room. “You alright, love?”

You heard a slight groan before the door opened slowly. Your eyes widened in horror. He looked absolutely dreadful.

He brushed his shirt sleeve over his face, noticeably removing sweat and forced a smile. “Ready for dinner, darling?”

You laughed in surprise. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“What?” he asked, doing his best to hide his gratefulness. “Why?”

“Because,” you began, gently guiding him to the bed before pressing a cool washcloth to his very pale face, “you’re sick.”

“No, ‘m not.”

You grinned at him, dabbing his face slowly, waiting for him to continue. He blinked a few times, and then whined.

“I’m really sorry.”

“Why?” you asked, “Isn’t your fault!”

George groaned and squeezed your hand. “Because, this trip is supposed to be about us having some time alone before our lives begin again—didn’t really imagine this time being about my wife having to sit by my bedside.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat and tried to grab his wand from the bedside table. Still gave you chills every time he said the word. Wife. “Reckon there’s some sort of spell to help with this, yeah?”

“Afraid not,” you replied, pushing his hair back. “And I don’t care about this trip—I care about you and this seasickness. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, as long as I’m with you. Okay?”

He closed his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Color was slowly returning to his cheeks, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. No, this wasn’t how you’d imagined your first week as newlyweds would be, but when has anything you and George done ever turned out the way you expected?

You wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and forget about the world around you. Instead, you placed a kiss to his cheek and squeezed his hand.

He let out a soft hum before he opened his eyes softly. “You’re wrong about one thing, though.”

You stood up to open the blinds a bit more and let sunlight flood the room. Surely some fresh air would help. You could see some sort of island in the distance, the bright hues of green looking stark against the pink horizon line. “Hmm? And what’s that?”

“It’s not seasickness,”

Oh no. Was he truly ill? You peered at him in horror as he pushed on his elbows to lift himself up a bit. He began to laugh when you gently threw a pillow at his face after his next words.

With a smirk in typical Weasley fashion, he winked and said, “I’m lovesick.”