Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Content warning- bl0od, period sex

It was Wednesday. Fred and George insisted that today was the day to start the preparations for their joke shop. All you would be doing was cleaning up the place a little so construction could start, the twins had planned to completely rearrange the inside and out.

You and Ron had returned back to normal, as normal as you could be. He was still not entirely on board with the idea of you being with the twins (if you could even say you were 'with' them, you were not mutually exclusive). You would have moved your stuff back into his room, however since Harry was staying you remained with Fred and George.

Sleeping in Fred and George's room posed a major challenge, mainly due to the fact that they would fight over which bed you slept in. The air mattress on the floor was the most sensible sleeping arrangement, but they refused, meaning you had to switch between their beds each night. Not that you complained, mind you, every night was a different experience.

George held you close against his chest and drew circles on your back, his lips never left your skin. He would tangle his legs in yours and play with your hair, humming softly as you drifted off to sleep. He did have a habit of groping you in his sleep, but you quickly got used to it.

Fred was equally as lovely, insisting that you slept on top of him with your chest against his. You could perfectly slot the top of your head under his chin, allowing him to kiss your forehead and swaddle you in his strong arms. You could hear his steady heartbeat and feel his chest slowly rise and fall.

Sleeping so close to the twins allowed you to notice new intimate features. George's nose was raised at the bridge and ever so slightly crooked, the tip pointed a tad downwards. His freckles centred on the apples of his cheeks rather than spreading across his profile, emphasising his fuller face when he laughed. His top lip was fuller and plumper, the cupid's bow dipping perfectly in the centre.

Fred on the other hand had a small scar that ran through his left eyebrow, he didn't mind when you brushed your fingers over it, or when you commented that their shenanigans came with consequences. Fred's nose was straighter than George's, although it curled upwards a touch at the end. His flushed pink lips perfectly angled at the corner when he smiled, rippling smile lines climbed his thinner cheeks when he laughed.

They were so similar nevertheless so different in their own flawless ways.

The hickeys spread across your body were fading now, splotches of fading yellow and brown. The twins hadn't engaged in any further sexual encounters with you thus far, taking extra care considering they fucked your brains out twice in a 24 hour period. The flirting and teasing didn't stop, you never expected it to, it was almost as if they were edging you and building the tension in preparation for their next surprise.

The morning started not exactly as you had planned, waking up to discover that you had started your period. You were mortified at the sight of a small patch in George's bed sheets stained a crimson red, weighing up whether or not you should wake him. Would he be angry? Would he be disgusted? Would they kick you out?

You settled on waking him, feeling sick to your stomach as you awaited his reaction. His eyes flickered open, forehead wrinkling and face screwing up with unease when he laid his gaze upon you. "What's the matter, darling?" he reached out and gently rubbed your arm, taking your hand to intertwine his fingers in yours.

His morning voice was as rugged and divine as always, his tired eyes were tinged a little purple underneath. You tensed up under his touch and stalled, "I.. ummm.. I've bled on your sheets" you admitted, furrowing your brows in a fluster. He ducked his head under the duvet to inspect, "Don't worry about that, we'll just chuck them in the wash" he wafted a hand at you.