Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

Veela! George X Potter! Reader (femal reader)

Requested by: bananaminion666

"Y/N, I mean it. You're not flying tonight!" George snapped. I know he didn't mean it so I just sighed. "Y/N, please. It's too dangerous." His voice was softer. He wasn't angry at me, he was frustrated at my attitude. "I get that you want to help your brother but this isn't-"
"George," I interrupted, "I am going to help my brother by flying. We look enough alike that I don't have to drink the polly juice potion." I explained. Even though Harry and I were fraternal twin, we looked almost the same- both with dark brown hair and eyes and glasses.
"Y/N, George is right. You shouldn't fly- Harry would understand." Fred butted in, trying to ease the tension between me and his twin. "Please." He asked again.
I looked away. I couldn't look him directly in the eyes and say no. It wasn't because he was a Veela- since I had known them, their 'sense' has never controlled me- it was because I didn't want to see the hurt in his eyes when I said no. It would have been worse to look in George's.
"Harry, please be careful." I worried, hugging my twin tightly. He nodded, wrapping his arms around me.
"You too. Remember to keep your hair tied up. I love you, Y/N/N, please be safe." He reiterated. I laughed and told him he needed to do the same and, just because he was 'the boy who lived', he wasn't invincible.
"Y/N/N, see you in an hour or so." Fred shouted, as we departed and took flight. I smiled at him as we set off across the London sky. We all split up, diving and diving in the clouds. Fleur was with Bill, Fred with me, George with Lupin, Ron with Tonks and Mr.Weasley alone. I took Hermione's place as she was already at the burrow, safe and sound.
"Shit, death eaters!" I yelled as the coulda parted revealing the crowds of them. Everything happened so fast. There were bolts of green lightning and red lightning, people flying everywhere. I dodged spells as fast as I could shoot them. "Stupify!"
I could see George with Lupin and they seemed to be doing fine. I could see a death eater approaching Fed from behind. I knew he wouldn't be able to react in time. I sped ahead to shield him as the shot courses through my body. My head felt dizzy and my grip loose.
"Y/N, I've got you. Hold on." Was all I could hear through my faintness. I felt arms around me and I wasn't falling anymore. "Please just hold in, mum will fix you up, I promise." Fred's voice echoed in my mind before my world went totally black.

3rd person POV:

Fred appeared at his house in a flash of light. He was the last to arrive. He ran in, an unconscious and heavily bleeding Y/N laying limp in his arms. He screamed the place down, as he raced inside, setting her down gently in the sofa.
"Good lord, Y/N!" Mrs.Weasley was startled, seeing the girl she had come to think of like a second daughter laying dying on her sofa. "Fred fetch me a towel, Harry go and get me some hot water. Hermione, love, can you find me my herbal book, please?" She asked, tending to the sick girl.
George's face was pale. He sank down next to his beloved friend and took her hand. Fred dunk down next to him, his arm around his brother.
"George, I'm sorry." Fred whispered, a tear dripping from his eyes. "I don't know what happened but all of a sudden, she was beside me and then this shit came and then she was talking and- and-"
"Y/N/N, why do you always put yourself in danger to save others. You're too kind, you're going to get yourself killed for it." George began to cry, softly. His mother didn't say anything but she sent everyone else away, leaving her and her two twin boys to care for the fallen Potter.
"She's bleeding badly, mum." George explained, changing his beloved friend out of the disguise and into one of his own t-shirts. He put his hand over her side where she was bleeding. The t-shirt was black and wouldn't stain if Y/N did bleed through the bandages.
"Fred, love, can you come here and hold her head up?" The ginger-haired lady asked. Fred immediately got up and held his friends head up, allowing us mum to pour the herbal remedy she made into her mouth. "Hopefully that will cure her." She stated, pushing the girl's bangs straight. "Poor Y/N." She sighed, rubbing the girl's shoulder.
The hours went on and there was still no change to Harry's sister. Her heartbeat was a little stronger and her breathing more normal but apart from that, no change. Her side was still bleeding but the bandages could contain it.
"George, love, go to bed." His mother patted her son's shoulder, in her dressing gown. "It's midnight, you need to rest."
"Mum, I'll sleep in the chair." The nineteen year-old turned round to his mother, red eyed. "I'm not leaving her, mum." She nodded her head and headed up to her own bed. She obviously knew that her twins were both Veela and she had suspected that George had known for years that Y/N was his soulmate and she wasn't going to force him to leave her at a time like this.
"I'm so sorry," George began, taking the girl's hand, "I'm sorry that it's you in this position and not me. Merlin, I wish it was me. I love you, Y/N and I have since the day we first met. I've loved you for ever single second and I will love you for every single second of the rest of my life. You are my world." He ran the pad of his thumb over her pale, freckled cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before and if you never wake up then I'm sorry that I never got the chance to be there for you. If you don't wake up, I'm sorry you died so young, missing so much of life. I love you, Y/N/N. I can't live without you."

Y/N's POV:

"I love you, Y/N/N. I can't live without you." George whispered in my ear, placing a kiss in my head, in the same place he always did. I felt his hand in his and I squeezed it because I don't want him to let go.
"Georgie?" I asked, opening up my eyes. I looked up to see the only person in the world I loved, besides Harry, looking down at me, tear stained and tired. He embraced me, wrapping his arms around my body, being sure not to touch my injury. I rested my head on his shoulder, taking it in that I was truly alive. "Oh, Georgie."
"Don't you ever bloody do that to me again." He cried, rubbing my hip with on hand and holding my hand with the other. I looked into his eyes and I just knew, right then, that I loved him. I leaned in, taking his lips in mine. He copied my actions and we broke apart when we both fell short of breath.
"I love you." We both said at the same time, causing us to awkwardly laugh. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "I've loved you since I first saw you." He confessed. I blushed.
I lay down on George's chest, my hands around his torso. He held me closely and muttered beautiful things out-loud.
    "You know," he smiled, looking down into my eyes, "the only thing missing from you is a ring and the surname 'Weasley'."