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

George X Reader (female reader)

This chapter was requested by: kayleighpotato

George's POV:

"Goodnight, Freddie." I smiled down at my son, kissing his head. I looked to my wife, Y/N, who was holding the second of our twins, before she put our daughter down next to her brother. "And Goodnight, Sylvie. Sleep tight." I ran my finger over my daughter's cheek before I got up from their bed and turned off the light, leaving the two three year olds asleep in their room. I turned to Y/N as I shut the door, giving her a sweet smile.
"How was your day, love?" I asked her as we headed to our bedroom, ready to go to sleep, something I hadn't been doing too much of, lately. "Did you make that meeting you had?" I asked.
"Yeah, I did. It was pretty boring, as you could expect." She giggled, pushing her Y/C/H hair out of her face. "Oh, by the way, I saw Harry today," she began, changing into her pyjamas, "and I invited him and Ginny round for dinner on Saturday," she continued, changing and hanging her clothes up inside our wardrobe, "is that okay with you?" She asked.
"Yeah, totally." I flashed her a smile before hopping into bed, throwing my jeans to the floor next to the bed. Y/N tutted before also climbing into bed next to me. "It will be nice to see Ginny again, I haven't seen my sister since-"
"Last Christmas at your mom's house." Y/N finished my sentence for me, making me laugh. "We went round for dinner, remember. And Billy and Fleur were there with little Victorie."
"Oh, did you head about the disaster in New York?" Y/N asked after a moment. I shook my head. "Jane from work told me about it, from the New York office," she said, "it's awful. There was a terrorist attack and the twin towers came down."
"Wow, that's terrible. You wouldn't think that this side of the millennium something like that would happen." I sighed, pulling my wife close into my side. After that, neither of us said anything and we both quickly drifted to sleep.
"George, wake up." I felt my mother shake me lightly, until my eyes fell open to my room. I looked up at her, shocked, not knowing why I woke up in my childhood room.
"Mum, what's going on? Where's Y/N?" I asked, panicked. She laughed at me and patted my shoulder, looking down at me.
"Y/N? She's been dead for years. Why are you thinking about her?" She laughed, clearly thinking I was mental.
"No, Y/N, she's alive. I- I went to bed with her last night!" I insisted. But my mother just laughed it off.
"Your breakfast is ready, Fred." She ruffled my hair, making me stiffen, suddenly. She just called my Fred.
"Mum, I'm not Fred- I'm George."
"Now don't be silly, Fred. You know your brother died years ago." I shook my head. Quickly, I got up and ran out of my room, throwing open the door and running out. But I wasn't in the Burrow's landing. I was standing out in the snow, in the dark.
"Hello?" I called out. I thrashed my head around, trying to find out where I was until my eyes landed upon a house. My house.
"Hello! Y/N!" I called out, shoving the door open and flinging myself inside. "Y/N, hello." I called out, trying to find my wife. I ran up the stairs and headed towards our bedroom before stopping dead in my tracks.
"Oh, dear." I looked upon the pale, lifeless face of Voldemort. For a moment, I could only see him before my eyes drifted to what was at his heels. "It seems like this sort of thing runs in your family, George Weasley. They were just collateral damage," I looked at the still body of my wife, "just like your brother." He taunted. Before I could do anything, he vanished, taking my two screaming children with him, leaving just my dead wife on the ground.
"No." I breathed out, choking on the air in front of me. I coughed. There was something dripping down my face but it wasn't sweat- it was tears. And I couldn't stop them. I ran my hand across the bed to find Y/N's but it wasn't there. In fact, she wasn't there.
"No, no, no, no." I sprinted from my bed and to my children's room. I pushed the door open and stopped, suddenly, as I saw Fred and Sylvie sound asleep, cuddled into their mom's side. I took a deep breath.
I lightly stepped over the floor, avoiding the creaking boards, and began to pick up my children to put them back to bed. I picked up Sylvie first and then Fred, tucking them both back in before picking up Y/N into my arms and brining her back to our bedroom. It was very early in the morning, though I'm not sure what time as it hadn't been too early when we had gone to bed and how long I had been asleep for was a blur.
I placed a soft kiss on Y/N head before I lowered her down onto our bed, leaving her only for a minute to climb back in on my own side. I gave her another soft kiss before I settled back down, hoping I would fall back to sleep.
"George." A soft voice from next to me pulled me away from my sleep. Y/N rolled over to face me and quickly, her face turned to be concerned. "Oh, George. You've been crying. What's wrong, baby?" She asked, crawling forward to be right next to me.
"I had that stupid dream again," I explained, rather reluctantly. She sighed and just lay her head on my chest, showing me she had nothing to say and was ready to listen. "I just- it seems more real every time but it keeps getting more and more vivid."
"What happened?" She asked.
"It started with my mum waking me. I was in the burrow. But I wasn't me-well, I was me but she though I was Fred and that it was me who did in that blast, not Fred." I explained, trying not to start crying at the thought of my brother. Even after three years, it still hurt. "Then I ran out of the room but I ran to our house, this one, and he- he was h-here."
"What happened next? The same as always?" Y/N asked, rubbing small circles on my chest with her thumb to relax me.
"Yeah." I sighed, sadly. My wife didn't speak again for a moment until she gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and checked her watch.
"It four in the morning." She stated. "I have to get up on an hour, so there's no point me going back to sleep." She shrugged and made her way to get out of bed. "How about if I bring the twins in here with you and you can sleep with them, so that you know they're safe." She suggested. I nodded and settled back into the darkness as my wife swiftly disappeared towards our kids' room.
"Thanks, Y/N. I love you." I flashed her a soft smile as my daughter nuzzled her head into my side, her little nose resting just by my ribs. My son was sound asleep but cling onto my arm, something we had found he did, even as a baby. I stroked my daughter's head and then my sons and smiled, fondly.
Sylvie looked just like Y/N. They had the same Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair and she had her mother's feisty attitude. But Freddie looked just like me- and his uncle, I guess- with curly locks of ginger hair and green eyes. But both had my freckles- Sylvie especially.
"Goodnight my sweet angels, I love you." I whispered to both of them, giving them both one last kiss on the head before I too let my eyes close and sleep wash over me.