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

Fred X Reader (teacher X student) (female reader)

Warning: self harm!!

      "Who knows the main ingredient of a love potion?" Professor or should I say my secret boyfriend, Fred Weasley, asked the class. I slapped my head to the desk he caught on.
      "Miss Y/L/N, seeing as you're sleeping in my class, you may like to tell me the answer." He sassed, coming to stand by my desk.
     "I have got a clue, Sir." I bluntly replied, shrugging my shoulders. He raised his eyebrows, my stress level increasing.
    "How come? It's on the test, you need to know this." His voice was calm and he was speaking directly to me as he told everyone to get on with their work. There were dark purple bags under my eyes and my face was pale. "Y/F/N come with me, I need to talk to you." He motioned for me to get up and follow him, earning stares from the rest of the class as we left the classroom.
       "Mr.Weasley I'm fine." I weakly smiled, rubbing my Y/E/C eyes to keep myself awake, as he closed the door to his office.
     "Y/F/N don't lie to me." He sternly whispered, making me want to cry. A tear slipped down my cheek and he engulfed me into his arms, his colourful mustard yellow suit jacket coming against my skin. "Shush, love, what's up? You don't seem very well." He whispered, his lips against my skin.
     "It's my mom. She's really ill and isn't going to make it, since I'm the eldest, I have to take care of all my other siblings. I haven't slept in weeks and I haven't got time to chill because I need to study for my exams which I'm doing when I'm not looking after my sibling." I began to cry heavier. "I've got seven brothers and sisters, all under the age of ten to look after, all while worrying about school. My dad up and left when my mom became too sick, leaving just me. I can't eat because I always feel so sick, worrying about my mom and siblings and I can't sleep because I need to catch up on my studying. And I just want to die!" I cried harder into his shoulder. "I just want to die, Fred. Just fucking die. This world would be better without me." My screams only being muffled by his clothes. He comforted me, softly rubbing small circles on my back.
      "Love, don't you dare say that! Don't you get leaving me." He worried. I wouldn't look at him because I didn't want him to see how I looked in such a state. He took my hand and slid his hand up my arm, sighing. "I suspected." He softly whispered, sliding his thumb over the scars and cuts.
       "I'm sorry, Freddie. I love you, please don't leave me." I cried into his chest as he just held me by my waist, kissing my temple.
      "Please don't do it anymore." He begged, pulling his lips away from mine. I gave him a soft kiss.
     "I promise, never again. But still, what am I gonna do when my mom goes? I've got all my siblings to look after that it's just..." I sighed, giving my boyfriend a little peck. He smiled and pushed my Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair out of my face.
       "We can deal with that when we come to it. I'll always be here for you, love. I'll help you out."