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

George X Reader (female reader) (gryffindor reader) (part 2)

(Small trigger warning...)

"Hi, guys." I rushed into the shop, giving Fred and George a big hug. George gave me his, now a usual, kiss in the cheek and I made the three of us some tea.
"Hey, Y/N, can you help me stack these shelves?" George quickly asked, as Fred brought out a new batch of stock. I nodded and began to place it in the shelf next to where George was. As I stretched up on my tip-toes to put stuff in the top shelf, my skirt pulled up a bit, showing my black underwear.
"Sorry." I muttered, embarrassed. I tugged my skirt down and George blushed madly.
"It's okay." He smiled and went back to stocking shelves, the pinky blush still hanging on his cheeks. "You've got a nice arse though." He quietly mumbled.
"George, she's sixteen!" Fred scolded, over hearing his brothers comment. I laughed a little and went on placing boxes of their new and improved inventions on the shelves.
"I wasn't joking. And I didn't mean just you arse is nice. The whole of you is beautiful, Y/N." George whispered after Fred went to collect more stock. I smiled and looked down for a moment trying to hide my, now worsening, blush.
"Thank you, George." I whispered back. I turned as I saw Fred carrying another box. "More bloody items!" I exclaimed.
I reached up, placing the boxes and boxes of thing on the shelves, not noticing my sleeve slowly beginning to roll up. I reached up higher and my sleeve rolled up more.
"This is hard work, ain't it." George faked a very dramatic reenactment of him wiping his sweat, making us both laugh. He looked in my eyes then his eyes trailed down to arm. He looked sad and frozen.
"George, are you okay?" I looked down to what he was staring at and pulled my sleeve down immediately.
"Oh, love, why?" He softly asked, pulling me in, close to his chest. I didn't want to cry so I just stayed silent. He hugged me tighter and took me into the back room. "Y/N, will you please show me your arm? I won't hurt you, I promise." His calming words made me want to fall into his arms and have him never let me go.
I pulled up my grey jumper sleeve to reveal the marks that lined my arm and wrist. He took my hand in his and traced the scars and cuts over with his thumb.
"I'm so sorry." I choked out. He shook his head and pulled me into a hug.
"You don't need to be sorry, love. I'm here for you. Me and Fred both. I'm just so sorry you feel this way." He pressed his lips to my wrist, making my skin tingle. I smiled at his kindness when he began to play a muggle song that I knew very well. "Shall we dance, my fair lady?" He asked in a Shakespearean voice, taking my hand in his. He placed his hands on my waist and I placed mine around his neck. We began to sway as the music played, him, occasionally, twirling me around until the music dyed down.
I placed my head against his chest and the top of my head just reached his shoulders. I could hear his strong heartbeat and his warmth. My Y/E/C glanced up and caught his hazel ones.
I brushed my hand over his soft cheek and the stare between us continued. He fully pulled my waist against him as he slowly lent in, placing his lips to mine.
The kiss wasn't lustful or rough but it was loving and sweet. My hands brushed his hair as his protectively held onto my waist.
"George, I love you. I have for ages." I confessed, resting my head against his chest, once again, catching my breath.
"Y/N, I feel the same. I just didn't think you would want me." His words confused he. I placed my lips to his in a shirt kiss.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I'm twenty-four. You're sixteen. I didn't know if the age gap would freak you out. And plus I didn't know if you actually liked me or..." he trailed off, coming back to give me another soft kiss.
"Georgie, they are just numbers. Love is what matters." I whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his soft skin.