Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

It's You

George's warm embrace tightened, your face buried under his chin. The force he held you with was a hair's breadth away from crushing, but you felt safe in his arms. It was comforting. He was comforting.

He had adjusted your position once you had calmed down; so that he was on his back and sat partly upright against the bed frame, chest-to-chest. Steady heartbeats drummed together in unison, quickening whenever his fingers traced over a sweet spot at the bottom of your back. 

Your breathing rose and dipped in symphony with his, feeling the shallow exhales of his breath in your hair. George had lifted the bottom of your shirt somewhat to glide over the surface of your skin, continuing to track circles across every inch.

His touch feather light, tips of his fingers ghosting your back, trailing up under your shirt towards your shoulder blades and down again. One of your hands rested upon his shoulder, to which George moved one of his to brush the skin along your arm, up towards your hand. The other was lost somewhere beneath him near his hip.

Your body relaxed, feeling the heavy tension in your muscles release as he caressed you. He pecked a gentle kiss on the top of your head, fingers dancing over your wrist.

Another kiss.

Digits now tracing mindless lines across the back of your hand.

Complete bliss.

A third kiss, tender and mellow. Goosebumps erupted across your body, and your hand twitched, turning it over to expose your palm. Nuzzling your head further into his chest, George slowly rested his fingers in between your own before pulling your hand up to peck even gentler pecks upon it.

"Stay with me", he whispered. His voice was low, soothing, enchanting. The words swam over you, engulfing you like a siren call. "Please".

The tracing of circles in your back halted, so that George could cross his arms over the back of your shoulders, shrouding you in a deep embrace. He pressed one of his cheeks against the top of your head as you scooped your arms under him to rest comfortably against his shoulder blades.

"Okay", you whispered back, surprised that you managed to make any sound at all. With that one word, the guilt shattered your ribs, like you had just been hit by a train. Your heart thundered in your chest.

George immediately noticed the mood change.

"It's alright. I'm here", he soothed, gripping you tighter again. "I'm not going anywhere". His large hand returned to your back, knowing exactly how to calm you.

You wrinkled your brows, the inside of your cheek firmly gripped between your teeth. Why was he being so kind to you? You rejected him, you kissed Ron, and he's still being so gentle and caring.

"Are you mad that I kissed Ron?" you mumbled against his shirt, not daring to meet his gaze. He rested his cheek on top of your head, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand. You wanted him to answer, but dreaded it all the same.

"Now why would I be mad?" he asked tenderly, the vibrations rippling across your scalp. You purse your lips and scrunched your eyebrows together tighter. You went through the list of reasons in your head, he had every right to be angry with you.

"Because... I kissed your brother" you replied, knowing his question was rhetorical, but you couldn't help but give him an unwanted answer. George released a small laugh, knocking you upwards a little before settling back down against him.

"And you've slept with my twin. The two of us... at the same time... multiple times", he chuckled. "If I was to ever be mad, that time has passed" he finished, kissing your head yet again.