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

Fred X Reader X George (sad ending)

This was requested by: kayleighpotato

*TW- this talks about suicide*
This is the first part of the story which has the sad ending. The next chapter is the happy ending. Feel free to read both or only one of you want. :)

"Shut up, you idiot." I giggled, before capturing Fred's lips in mine again. George's lips trailed my neck and his hands travelled up to my ribs when the door opened.
"Oh my God!" A voice from behind us exclaimed. I jumped off from Fred's lap and all three of us turned around to look at Ron, staring in shock at us all. "What the hell!"
"Ron, listen," George began, worried, "you can not tell mum about this, okay." Ron shook his head and ran down the stairs, calling for their mum. "That little snitch-" George went to run after him but I grabbed his arm, stopping him. I shook my head and sighed.
There was silence for a moment before the audible stomping of feet could be heard up the stairs. I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming.
It happened fast. Molly was yelling at us; Fred and George were telling back. Then my suitcase was thrown in my direction and a very audible, 'get out' was sent my way. I packed my stuff through tears and left the house, muffled cries leaving my lips as the angry woman slammed the door behind me.
Christmas Day should have been fun. I had presents for all of the Weasley family members- actually, I had left them there for them- and we had all planned to play games and have fun. But, instead, I spent my Christmas Day sitting in my cold room in my dad's house, listening to him and his girlfriend argue. No decorations, no presents, no food. Nothing.
School started again in the new year but it wasn't the same. For the first few days, I avoided the boys.
"Hey, Y/N, listen-" they both began but I turned away and headed in the other direction, ignoring their pleas for me to just talk to them. But after two weeks, they soon gave up. They avoided me as much as I avoided them. But loosing them wasn't the worst part: it was loosing everyone else. I had tried to sit with my old friends at lunch but it was too awkward as Ron would shoot me dirty looks and he was Harry's friends before I was. Ginny would still talk to me sometimes but, again, blood comes before water. So I ate alone. And then I stopped showing up at meals. And then the loneliness started getting to me.
I sat reading in the corner of the common room, my legs crossed on the seat and my face buried in the book and my mass of hair, hiding any view of it. There was low talk in the common room, various students and conversations but one just kept getting louder and louder.
"Go on, Ron." Hermione cheered. They had been playing a board game all evening and I assumed Ron was now winning. It took my all my strength to not look over at them. I heard the familiar laugh of George and Fred and Harry day something quietly. Ron laughed. They were all happy.
Fred and George were happy.
I got up, silently and walked up in the direction of the dorms, tears dripping down my face, only hidden by my hair. I bit my lip, drawing blood, to stop me from letting out the cries I was holding back.
I shut the door to my dorm and sank down against it, letting the sounds and tear I had been holding back break free. My sons filled the room. I pulled my legs into my chest and cried, my breathing erratic and choking.
They were happy without me.
Did what we have mean nothing to them? Did they never really care from the start? If they can live with out me but I can't live without them, is that pathetic? Why do I still love them?
All these questions went around in my head. Then they stopped. Wiping my mascara tears from my eyes, I pulled my quill and a slip of parchment before scribbling down just one sentence: 'Take me to the rooftop, I want to see the stars when I take my last breath'. It was something George had said to me once when we went stargazing.
I placed the note under the door to their dorm before I strolled my way down the stairs, not looking back at the game even though I felt the eyes of the friends burning me. I left the common room and began my walk, counting each step as I went- one, two, three, four- until I stood, looking outwards over the world. For the first time in months, I felt happy.

Fred and George gave each other a familiar look before they quietly slipped away from the game, temporarily excusing themselves to venture upstairs towards the dorms. They approached their door and looked around before George bent to the floor and picked up the folded piece of parchment.
"Take me up to the rooftop, I want to see the stars when I take me last breath." George let out in, barely, a whisper. He dropped the note to the floor. He felt sick. "No, no, no." He grabbed onto his brother for support.
"George, what's wrong?" Fred asked, concerned. He snatched the letter from off the floor, reading it himself before he too felt sick to his stomach.
Then George took off running. Then Fred followed, tearing down the stairs, past their friends, saying only one thing: "no."

I stepped up onto the ledge, letting my lungs fill with the night air. It was a new moon tonight, meaning the sky was dark, all accept the twinkling constellations. I close my eyes, images flashing in my mind- the kisses, the laughter, the truest feeling of love I had ever had. I felt my heart grow heavy. I inhaled. I opened my eyes and saw the world one last time. Then there was two muffled voices and footsteps. I wiped away the last of my tears.
Then I stepped off the edge.

"Y/N, no!" There was a blood-chilling scream from behind me.
    It was nice, the fall. The combined smell of the twins danced around in my head as I had smelt it on the roof. George smelt like Dandelions and red wine and cigarettes while Fred smelt like coffee and paper and cherries. It was nice to fall to the memories of home. Fred and George were my home because home is where the heart is, right.

There was silence. The twins were frozen in place, staring over the edge, faces expressionless, as tears silently dropped down their cheek.
   Fred collapses to his knees, a crie leaving his lips. "No." He screamed, choking in the air as he tried to breath straight. George was still frozen, motionless, nothing but the streaming tears would suggest he was anything more than just a statue.
    "Fred, George, what happened?" There was a voice- Hermione's voice. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione stood at the top of the stairs, looking over at the two distraught boys.
   "She- she." George tried to say but instead let out a cry, falling to his knees, only being caught by Harry. Hermione scrunched her eyebrows before peaking over the edge. She let out a shocked scream, he hands clasping over her face.
   "Y/N." She breathed out, the shock now too getting her. Ginny, suddenly realising what happened, pulled the brunette into a hug, a few tears now pricking her eyes too.
   Harry held onto the screaming George and let him cry into his shoulder, soaking through his shirt. The black haired boy softened his eyes to look over at Ron, who was comforting his other brother, silence between them. The whole group was silent.
    In her dorm room later that night, Hermione found a letter adresses to nobody laying propped against the book Y/N had been reading. She took it out of the envelope and saw her friend's handwriting fill the page.
   "I found this." She said, plainly as she walked into the common room, where all her friends sat, silently. "Fred, George, maybe you should read it." She shakily helps it out for one of the boys to take. When neither of them reached out, Ginny took it from the girl's hand.
    "I let my feelings control me like everyone else. I hate you- at least that's what I keep telling myself. Every moment is on reply in my head and now that you're gone there is only one thing I want you to say. I guess that I just fell under the surface and I have some problems to deal with on my own." The ginger girl teared up, breathing deeply belge continuing, "They say time can heal but I know this won't. And, when I go, I want you to know there's nothing you could have done to stop this and there's nothing you can say to make it stop hurting because in my mind, it all feels so worthless. Things just never felt right after you'd gone. My whole world kept falling apart. And every moment if stuck in replay and all I can think of to stop me is seeing that look on your face." She wiped a few tears from her cheeks. "And I keep asking my self if we would be better off by now if I'd have let my walls come down and I had stuck up for it- for us? Maybe? But now I guess we'll never know. But please know that when I've gone that it wasn't your fault, it was mine and the fact that I just can't let go. So I'm sorry for what I've done but at least I got to se the stars one more time."
There was total silence again between the shaken up friends. Nobody spoke. George rocked on his chair, letting his head fall down into his hands while Fred just shook his head. Hermione sank to the floor, resting her head against the sofa, letting tears cloud her vision and stain her cheeks.
"I killed her." Ron breathed, staring blankly on the floor.
"Brandy, Thyme and Ash." Fred breathed, making everyone else in the room look up at him. "That's what I smelt in the amorentia in fourth year." He laughed almost happily to himself before his breath suddenly cut off and his throat went dry.
"She's gone." George breathed.