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

Fred X shy abused Reader (female reader) (muggle-born)

I hurried out into the courtyard, looking down at my shining, black shoes. My Y/H/L, Y/H/C hung over my face as I rushed to get out of the way. I hated the day before we all went home for Christmas break because everyone was so happy about going- except me.
Suddenly, I collided with something, nocking my Y/B/T self down to try ground, landing with a huff, my books going everywhere.
"I-I a-a-am so s-sorry." I quickly stuttered, looking up tot see the 'something' I had collided with was my best friend Fred. He smiled and lent down, helping pick up my dropped books, before helping me up.
"It's okay, Y/N/N. It was my fault, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He spoke so calmly, placing a hand lightly on my arm to show he cared.
"Y-yeah. I-I'm okay. Did I-I hu-urt you?" I worried, checking him, making him laugh, which just made me blush, internally cursing myself for being so stupid.
"I didn't mean to make you sad!" He exclaimed, hugging me tightly. I hugged him back, trying so hard not to cry with everything going on. "Y/N, are you sure you're okay? You're crying." I nodded, trying to walk away before he grabbed my arm, sharply, just like my Dad did. Without hesitation, I slapped him in the face but upon realising what I had done, I froze up.
"I-I am so s-so-sorry." I teared up, running away from him before he could pulled me back.
"Y/N!" Fred frantically called, chasing after me as I ran to the edge of the forest before I tripped over a large log.
"Oww." I cried in pain, hugging my arm to myself as Fred caught up. Immediately, he rushed over to me, grasping my hand in his as he soothed my crying by absorbing my salty tears into his robes.
"Oh, love, what's up? You've been so down lately." He hummed holding my body against his as we slumped on the dirty floor.
"I-it's my dad." I began, pulling away from his shoulder to face him.
"What about him?"
"I just...I-I can't t-t-take it anymore." I breathed a shaky and uneven breath.
"Take what, love? Y/N?" His concerned voice spoke, him looking my face over with his hazel eyes.
"He hurts me." I whispered, so quietly he nearly heard it.
"What do you mean he hurts you?" He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, showing the small set of earring, that he bought me for a birthday once, that I was wearing.
"My-my mom died when I was little." I stared, looking down. "And, ever since then, he has drunk very heavily. He is always drunk and he is always shouting and angry because I'm just-just so stupid and clumsy and then he-he-he will..." I broke down, crying into his shoulder. My screams only muffled by his clothes. He rubbed my back in a pattern of small circles, him whispering sweet words in my ear.
"Y/N...I know it's hard but you need to tell me what he does." He softly whispered, placing a tiny wet kiss on my cheek.
"He hits me. He will tear my hair out and slap me. Punch and kick me. Starve me. Lock me in my room. Yelling and screaming at me. Throwing things." I let out a deep sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. He was shaking. He raised his shaky hand to my back and held me tightly.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you ever had to go through that. Look, you don't have to go back to him, ever again. You can come with me tomorrow, my mum will be glad to have somebody else around the house." He rushed out.
"Fred, I can't."
"Yes you can. You just have to come with me. I can protect you. I want to protect you." He raised his voice, only a little. He looked deeply into my Y/E/C eyes. "I love you. So much. I won't have him hurting you. I love you." He wiped away a falling tear from my eye with the pad of his thumb. "Let me love you, please. I know I can. Let me in." He whispered, edging closer to me.
"Oh, Fred." I breathed, our lips only millimetres from each other's. I threw my arms around his neck and raised my lips up to his. As we separated, I ran my hand through his silky, red hair. "I love you, too. I want to let you in and I have but I'm just scared."
"I will never, ever hurt you like that. Or in any way. Hell, you are never leaving my side again. I'll protect you with everything." We briefly kissed again. He scooped me up into his arms and took me back to his dorm.
He gently placed me down on his bed and gave me a soft kiss, just as he quickly ran to get some parchment and his quill.
"I'll just send a letter to my mum to tell her you will be staying...and that I need a double bed for you and me...if you are okay sharing a bed with me...so I can be right by you." His soft hand lightly brushed my cheek as I gave him a nod of approval. "Perfect then, love." He kissed my cheek, laying back enough to let me snuggle into his side.
"Thank you, Fred. For everything. For always being a good friend to me and looking out for me. And for being an incredible boyfriend so far." I positively whispered, nestling my head into the crook of his neck, leaving a small wet kiss there.
"It's okay, my darling. I love you. I love you so much and I mean it." he paused, facing me. "Your dad is never going to lay his hands on you, again. You can stay by my side forever."

And it was true...we never did leave each other's side ever again. We became inseparable. George didn't like me at first but soon warmed to me more and more. We became quite the trio of friends. The rest of Fred's family never really liked me because I was so quiet and I would only talk to Fred and he would have to translate to everyone what I said. I never, ever went back to my dad and Fred kept his promise to love me forever. We married when we were 22 and had 3 lovely children named Martha, Madeline and Jackson. We stayed by each other until the very end but we didn't even go separately... our hearts gave out their last beat at the last time and we died in each other's arms, old and grey.