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universe, please be kind - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Summary: George and Y/N so badly want to start a family, so why is it so hard? Warnings: Discussion of trouble at conceiving, talk of pregnancy and periods, allusions to sexual content but no actual smut, swearing, a bit of angst. Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Summary bad as usual but this is for you, @txtdreamss​​ ! I hope this was up to standard as what you wanted! I’ve never written about this before nor have I ever read about it so I did my best!!! The title kind of sucks and has nothing to do with pregnancy, but when I did a final read through I realised I referenced the universe a lot so here she is.

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“Negative,” Y/N mumbles, throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Y/N and George got married this time the year before, and they’ve recently come to the conclusion they’re ready to start a family. Y/N is finally comfortable and thriving in her job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes has gotten so popular in the past few years that it’s profitable enough for George and Fred to be able to hire more staff and have at home work days to produce new products.

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you made me believe you’re mine || Fred Weasley

Title: you made me believe you’re mine Pairing: boxer!fred x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, mentions of vomiting Summary: Fred Weasley is losing control. Being with Y/N is the happiest he’s ever been, but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t deserve it. He’s barely able to love himself, so he has no idea how he’s supposed to deal with these budding feelings he has for her. All he knows is that he tends to ruin everything good that happens to him, and it’ll kill him to ruin Y/N. He’s willing to do anything to protect this girl he cares so much about, even if it’ll hurt them both in the process. A/N: here it is!! The long awaited part 4 of boxer!fred!! I’m so sorry for the delay, the writers block has been real lately but I’m so so happy I’m able to put this out to you guys!! This series means so much to me and I can’t believe it’s already almost over! Italics are flashbacks! Feedback is always welcome! Tag List:   @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @hufflrpuffforfred @darthwheezely​ @wand3ringr0s3​  @whizboyhalo​ @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007​ @amourtentiaa​ @lexymoniqu @p0tat0nug @levylovegood @spacexcowgirl​ @mischiefisbeingmanaged​  @littleweaslette @inglourious-imagines​ @rosaliepostsstuff @hufflepuff-babe​ @frecklesandfirecrackers @scntiagoperxlta​ @prismarts @thisismysketchbook  @pxroxide-prinxcesss @freds-slut @lupinsclassroom @lumos-barnes @weelittleweasley​ @parseltongueswriting​ @izzyyy-1 @gwhogwartslover @hufflepuffsophie @amarabln @omghufflepuff @foggyheartsoul @touchstarvedhippie  @nanahachikyuu​ @alrightyaphrcdite​ @theweasleytwinsgirl​(if your name is crossed out I couldn’t tag you!) Series Tag List: @georgeweasley19​ @allforthexgame​ @gloryekaterina​ @mashafootball​ @manuosorioh​ @yesimsleepdeprived​ @sagittarius-flowerchild​ Series Masterlist

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I’m falling in love with you.

Fred shakes his head, desperately trying to force those words out of his head. He can still see the way Y/N’s lips moved as she spoke them to him, and he can still hear how soft and vulnerable her voice had been as she formed them in her mouth. Fred had kissed Y/N the moment she’d stopped speaking, partially because he’d been so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn’t find any words to say. But mostly because he’d hoped it would quell the nausea he suddenly felt in the back of his throat.

But it’s been two weeks since she said those words, and Fred’s stomach still turns every time he thinks about them. He knew a sentiment like that would come eventually, it was natural considering the fact that he and Y/N were now spending every spare moment they had together. After Fred had nearly imploded their relationship he tried to do better. He’d swallow his insecurities and his fears and let himself get close to Y/N in a way he never thought possible. He’d shared stories from his childhood and about his days sleeping rough when he first moved to London. And he’d held Y/N as she wept, telling him with a shaky voice about her Mum’s cancer, and the guilt she felt for not doing more for her family. Fred is now on a first name basis with the woman who works the front desk at Hogwarts Inc with how often he comes by to take Y/N to lunch, and Y/N had even been invited to dinner at Marth and Sam’s the night before one of Fred’s fights. Each day their lives seemed to intertwine more and more, and Fred could feel the ropes of commitment creeping closer and closer.

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GIVE HER BACK TO ME 😭 TAKE CRISTON COLE PLEASE

tolerate it //[g.w.]

Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.

Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk

A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 884

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.

“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.

“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.

You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.

“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.

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I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait

“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.

“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off. 

Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”

George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.

“You can’t tell George.”

“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.

“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.

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I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.

Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”

“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”

You could always send me letters...

“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”

George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.

Best friends...

I feel like this is my head most nights ❤️

Be back soon very soon. Prepare for more thirst content. I have plenty in the quiver.

Are you missing me? 😏

the moments that brought us here | g.w

summary: this is the timeline of events that cause george to fall in love with his best friend, right up to his confession.

warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, mentions of umbridge’s detentions, mentions of blood, mentions of food, fighting (duelling), death.

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The girl in the corner huffed, readjusted herself in her seat then huffed again. 

George watched from the corner of his eye as she brought the book up to shield her eyes from the sun. The action lasted all of a few seconds before she lowered it back to her lap, another one of her irritated huffs sounding through the compartment. 

Fred and Lee - a boy they’d met on the platform - were deep in conversation about some muggle communicating device he’d brought with him. Fred seemed interested but George was finding it hard to pay much attention. His eyes kept drifting to the girl in the corner and he kept finding himself with his mouth halfway open, wanting to introduce himself but never quite getting there. He didn’t even really know why, she just seemed interesting.

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