Outnumbered // Weasley Twins x Reader

Tethered

You didn't expect much upon opening that creaky old door.

An immediate fist around your throat. Two sets of arms sweeping you up and littering you with heated kisses. A hand sliding around the back of your neck to pull you into a needy, open mouthed embrace.

Instead, you were met with two boys — your boys. Both of them sitting on the edges of their beds clutching between anxious fingers what were obviously velvet jewelry boxes.

You slipped into the cramped room, mere feet separating the three of you, and silently closed the door behind you.

"What... what's this?" You asked nervously. Every ounce of fear-laced excitement drained from your body like a corpse losing blood. What else could this have possibly looked like besides a proposal?

"Your Christmas presents." George answered. A satisfied smile sat on his face as you were apparently responding just as he'd hoped.

"Come. Sit." Fred said while patting his lap. The same instructions could've been given to a well trained dog and you still would've performed faster.

You approached the men and sat willingly across Fred's lap. George sat right in front of the two of you, allowing for you all to feel included in what was about to be a very heavy conversation.

"Do you enjoy your time with us, Y/n?" George asked while laying his hand palm up at the end of his knee, offering it to you but not requiring that you take it. He was giving you a choice, and you took it. You placed your hand in his, the size a stark contrast, and brought his knuckles to your lips.

"Yes. Yes, of course I do."

"Good," Fred continued while hugging you gently around the waist. A warm embrace, affectionate in every way. "We've been enjoying your company greatly too, and we'd like to continue this... arrangement."

"What do you—" you started, only to be cut off by the other twin.

"Are you seeing other men?" George spat, and suddenly it felt more like an interrogation than an offering. You hated when they went back and forth like this, a pendulum swinging side to side on a seemingly conjoined train of thought that you hadn't yet boarded. Being with them both often felt like having whiplash, most times in a good way.

"You know what I do for a living, George."

"Not like that," he added while setting the jewelry box beside his hip on the bed and closing your hand between both of his. "Intimately, my love. Emotionally. Do you see other men like you do us?"

And though George was often the one in control, there was something very desperate sitting just beneath his features. Hiding. Something frantic and nervous, like he was convinced the entire world was going to implode around him if this night didn't go as planned.

"No." You answered simply, and a reassured smile graced the corners of his mouth.

A beat passed before Fred spoke again, but when he did, he uttered words that you didn't realize you'd been waiting to hear. Maybe even since the very first date just weeks ago.

"We want you," He said quietly, and you could feel his breath hit your ear with every word. "Exclusively. We want you to be ours. Only ours, no one else's. How does that sound?"

Truth be told, it sounded amazing — but you weren't naive.

These were two of the most sought after men in the wizarding world today. They had built an empire, connections you could only dream of establishing. The joke shop and strip club — those were just funny money to them these days. With their investments, their bank accounts, their fortune... they could have any woman they pleased. Multiple, if they so chose. And yet here they were introducing you to their family. Parading you around like some prize that they'd finally won.