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Fred and George would never treat you second best, remember that

[karahofthedawn]

Like many others, so happy to have found you and your writing. I just finished binging all your writings on the twins. I love that Fred got the “I love you” but could we have a story for George receiving the sentiment? He is, of course, the more sensitive twin. We all seem to love fluff and smut together. Maybe he took us on a romantic date when he gets one in one time. Thanks for your time and talent! 🧡

I ended up making this so sweet that I couldn't add the smut LOL..

This is all fluff. 💜

Words: 2.4k

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"Blimey," George mumbles, particles of the muffin he had just bitten spray out onto the table. "And you just said it like that?"

Fred scrunches his face with annoyance at his brother's lack of table manners. Though that feeling could only last so long under the current circumstances. "Just like that."

George shakes his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you of all people actually said that you lo-" he coughs as Fred's elbow connects to his ribs. "What's that all about?'" He scowls and wipes the crumbs from his lips.

Fred huffs with his arms tight against his chest.

He gets the hint - nobody else is to overhear.

George rolls his eyes. Just when he thought his brother was finally getting in touch with his softer side, he is sorely reminded how he'd rather die than admit it to anyone else. Always gotta keep up that snarky front, he guesses. Although since he's met y/n things have changed. For both of them.

The rest of the Gryffindor table is chattering away amongst themselves. Early Monday mornings always brought a surge of excitement for classes to start. That is, if you liked the ones you're signed up for. For the Weasley twins, it had been a long time since they felt that Hogwarts brought them anything worth caring about.

That is, until you were placed right on their lap.

Just as that thought crosses George's mind, you stride into the room with a few books tucked under your arms. He watches you with a tightness in his chest as you practically float to the Hufflepuff table.

Fred leans forward and whispers, "do you feel that way about her?"

George half shrugs, he holds a fresh ruby red apple loosely in his hand. You glance over your shoulder and immediately make eye contact with the two boys. A smile curls on the edge of your lips and you give a little wave before sitting down.

They both beam and give a nod in unison back at you.

"That's something for me to know," George laughs and gets to his feet. He leans over his brother's shoulder and says quietly, "and something for her to find out." With a wink and bite of the apple he heads off to plan his best idea yet.

—---------------Two Days Later------------------------

The cool breeze rustles the treeline in front of you. A bright full moon illuminates the field and the trail that you're following. The wide leaves on branches shadow over the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. You swear that you can hear a trail of footsteps crunching. Someone- something must be lurking just beyond your vision. Even with George's comforting arm around your shoulders, the unknown beyond makes your heels finally dig into the dirt.

"You can't be serious. In there?" You gesture to the looming forest with an outstretched arm.

"Oh, don't worry. Nothing will happen to us," George says calmly.

You rub your arm and frown. As much as you trust him, some things can happen that are completely out of anyone's control.

"Really," he urges you forward gently by sliding his hand to your waist. "Don't start being a scaredy cat now."

You glare at him from the corner of your eyes and huff. "I just don't see why this surprise needs to be somewhere so.. creepy."

George sighs and takes your hand in his. It's a comforting gesture, although the idea of walking in those woods still didn't feel any more safer than it had.

He gives his biggest and cheesiest smile and confidently says, "I promise, it'll be worth it."

You take a deep breath and give in, stepping forward towards the forest edge. The wind blows harder and the branches creak and whine as you cautiously step over the threshold. George has been tight lipped about this entire thing since he invited you out earlier today. Even with all of your might, you haven’t been able to get one single clue out of him. At this rate, you wonder if it’s even a good kind of surprise. Just because you’re dating, doesn’t mean you’re not a target of the twins’ pranks after all. You found that out the hard way.

“Are you alright?” George asks. You turn your head and only see his silhouette staring back at you.

“I don’t know. How do you even see where we’re going?” You ask as you blindly walk ahead. “And why can’t I use my wand?”

“Because,” he sighs. “You’ll just have to trust me. It’s only a bit further, try and relax. I know this path like the back of my hand.”

You tighten your arm around his as the safety of the exit to the forest grows further and further behind. There are stories told about these parts of giant spiders and angry centaurs. Who’s to say you won’t both go missing? Or you won’t get eaten or seriously harmed?

Your mind is still reeling when you feel George come to a complete stop. It’s silent, but you can hear his soft breathing to the right of you. He shuffles a bit and you reluctantly let go of his arm as he pulls away.

“George?” You call him nervously.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I promise.” His voice is still close, and that partially comforts you.

“What is this? I can’t see anything.” Your heart is racing and you consider just booking it back the way you came. It was a straight shot, but the risk of getting lost just isn’t worth it.

George takes one of your shaking hands in his and steps close to you. With the flick of his wand he says, “lumos!”

A bright and dazzling light appears from the end of his wand. The only thing that can be seen within the dark is both of your faces; yours being confused and worried, while he remains stoic and self assured. You are about to ask what the point of this was, when one by one small tiny lights begin flickering in the trees.

You turn and see that they’re all around you. Dozens.. Hundreds.. No, thousands of tiny lights floating motionless. George lifts his wand, and even more appear. Soon there are so many the area is properly illuminated. This was a clearing in the middle of the forest, where tall wild grass and flowers of all colors grew. One of the small orbs float towards you, landing on your sleeve. You bring it up to your face and realize that it’s a bug of some sort. Its body was tiny but it illuminated the brightest light from its core.

“Aren’t they neat?” George asks, letting the curious bug crawl on his pointer finger. It glowed again before extending its wings and gliding off silently.

You are in awe as you take in your surroundings. “What are they?”

“Well, some call them fireflies, others lightning bugs. But these are specifically bred by wizards, we call them Beacon Light Beetles.” He smiles down at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “They have a little bit of magic in them, and if you know how to use them you just..” He flicks his wand again and they begin spinning around the perimeter, moving as one.

You’re speechless as you watch this unfold. It was as if thousands of Christmas lights became sentient, or a flock of birds that were flying south. Always in sync. Always one with another.

“It’s beautiful,” you exclaim. You turn to him and grab his hand tightly. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

George smiles warmly down at you, the small lights of orbs reflecting in his irises. “We are just getting started,” he says.

Your brows raise, and so does his wand again. A shadow floats out of the forest and sets itself down against a tree. A few of the Beacons swarm the new guest, revealing it to be a rather old looking cello. The bow appears from behind it, the hair expertly lands on the strings and glides forward. A very high note expels from the instrument, sending the small orbs moving frantically.

George laughs out and grabs you by the waist. “Get ready!” He yells out as the bow strikes again.

Before you can even question it, the dated cello begins to play a beautiful melody ‘Ave Maria’. He pulls you close to his chest and stares down at you with a look you just couldn’t read. With his hand on your waist and his other lacing with yours, he begins to dance with you. It starts off slow, with both of you locking eyes and swaying along to the music.

The Beacon Light Beetles must have gotten the memo too as they float up and down, side to side in a circular motion around you and George. You smile brightly as he hums along to the song.

“You know,” he says finally, pulling your waist close to his. “I didn’t know you could dance this well.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “I didn’t know you could either!”

He guides you into a slow spin, catching you as your body faces him again. “Well, I had lots of practice these last few days.” His warm hand against your back pulls you in again.

“All for this?” You ask and he nods. “But why?”

Just as he’s going to reply, the song picks up - as do the light beetles, swarming rapidly and forming different shapes and patterns as they go. It’s as if they are part of the music themselves. He whisks you off your feet and he spins you while close to his torso, then dips you down. Your gaze is locked with his as your heart fills to the brim with happiness and joy. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you by far. You’re beyond mesmerized as he continues to dance with you, the cello dwindles its pace as it gets to the end of the song.

“Y/N,” George says sweetly, practically cooing as he says your name.

Your eyes search his face for what’s going to happen next. “Yes?”

His fingers gently caress your face as he beams down at you. “From the moment I met you, I knew that we’d end up together.”

Your cheeks start to burn pink and your heart pounds. “Y-you did?”

He nods and then dips you down low again. When he brings you back up his hands tangle in your hair. He quietly replies with, “I did.”

Your heart beats against your chest and you stare up at him, all words you have in your head catch right in your throat.

George weaves his fingers into your hair and his forehead meets yours. “Y/N, I am very much in love with you.” His hands travel to the back of your neck, leaving a chill down your spine. He moves his head back and tilts his head. “And I just really needed you to know that.”

You nod, completely dumbfounded by this moment all together. After a moment of silence, you finally get the courage to respond with, “George, I love you too.”

He beams brighter than ever and wraps his arms around your torso. His cheek is resting on your hair as he continues to sway with you. A part of him had been made whole when you reciprocated in such a way that he could never fully explain. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead then releases you with one of his arms so he can retrieve his wand.

The bright orbs rise as George points his wand to the sky, and they begin forming into two different masses. He focuses all of his energy, molding the bugs in the darkness. It doesn’t take for his masterpiece to shine through. It was as if he painted a picture of you and him in the sky. The two figures embrace, kiss - then the beetles scatter off immediately.

“How did you-” You look at him with tears welling in your eyes.

George shrugs, like he’s done this a hundred times. Which was his main goal over the last few days as well, so he technically had. You didn’t need to know that though, he thought to himself.

“Love can make anything happen,” George says. And a lot of practice and reading, he notes to himself.

You take his warm freckled face in your palms and lead him down into a gentle kiss. He hums as your lips meet and he bends down to feel you deeper. You remain locked into that kiss for what feels like eternity. Tears fall down your face from the overwhelming knowledge of just how much this man loves you.

He finally breaks the kiss and says, “thank Merlin you love me back, otherwise this would have been very awkward.”

You laugh and nuzzle your face in the crook of George’s neck. “Or if I was afraid of bugs.”

He slaps his forehead and practically yells, “I didn’t even consider that!”

“Well, thankfully I’m not.” You giggle as his arms snake around your shoulders.

He laughs with you. “I can see it now, you’d be a screaming mess as I’d be trying to dance with you.”

“And I’d run off and get lost in the woods.”

George continues, “then I’d go after you and get lost as well.”

Then in unison you both say, “Fred would make fun of us so badly.”

You both start laughing hysterically in unison. He pulls back and moves a strand of hair from your face. “Then I’d have to plan something else that’s ridiculously romantic.”

You beam up at him and give him a small kiss on the cheek. “Well, at least it all went according to plan.”

George playfully wipes his forehead and says, “thank Merlin for that!”

A few of the Beacon Light Beetles could be seen floating away in the trees. He takes your hand as you both watch the final few depart. You rest your head on his shoulder and shiver as the wind picks back up.

He nudges you and says, “Come on, let’s go back to the castle.”

You nod and clasp his hand tightly. Just like that, you were leaving one of the best moments of your life. After you reach the exit of the forest, you look back one last time. A small orb of light can be seen in the distance. This is something you will never forget.

“Watch your step now,” George instructs and helps you over a fallen branch.

With that, you head back to the castle with your head in the clouds. Life truly could not get better than this.

[karahofthedawn]

Just doing a quick lil update here!

I am working on a new y/n and Fred and George fic that was requested. It should be posted in a few days.

Also, may post something a little different and add in a Lucius x y/n fic. Just a thought, but who knows!

[karahofthedawn]

I know I typically only write about Fred and George on this blog - but I have to acknowledge the loss of Angus Cloud.

If it weren't for the Fexi ship, I wouldn't have ever started writing fanfictions to begin with

Angus was a sweet, hilarious and humble guy that was lost way too early.

Rest in peace, Angus.

[karahofthedawn]

that was perfect!! everything I could’ve wanted and more thank you <3

You're welcome 💜

[karahofthedawn]

-sigh- I miss you’re writing, “You Owe Us One” is one of my favorite series! Lately I came up with this idea, I hope maybe you’ll be interested in using it, where Reader is still stressing over school and pressure from her parents (like what she’d been dealing with in Part 4) and Fred’s way to make her feel better would be to bully the Harry into giving him the password to the prefects bathroom and making it all romantic for her like a huge bubble bath. Because he’s not very good with words, like George and he doesn’t always know the right thing to say, but she can’t help feel overwhelmed with love and care and just cries and they have an intimate bath? idk idk could be fun? maybe it leads to some smut…who’s to say…😂🤷‍♀️

You Owe Us One - An Apology

Fred Weasley x Reader

Ask and you shall receive!! I hope this is what you were looking for.

I do miss writing the twins, so I may start back up again.

Thanks for giving me inspiration. 💜

Words: 3.5k

Contains: smut

There you are, letter in hand trudging down the corridor to the Hufflepuff common room. This isn’t the first time you’ve received a letter of the sorts, though it has been a month or so since the last. Your eyes burn from the tears threatening to burst out of you. You have to make it back to your dorm. Everyone else would still be in classes or having lunch. Just a minute or two to break down alone would be enough to get you through the rest of the day.

Why, is all you can think as you pass by a window. The sky seems to be reflecting how you feel internally, dark heavy clouds holding back everything they have as they pass over the castle. There was no forecast of rain today, but you knew even in just a glance that it would pour.

Why does she always have to see the worst in me? Your thoughts echo as you travel past the fruit painting that leads to the kitchen. You want to reflect on the good times you had with the Weasley brothers by sneaking into the cabinets late at night to get a quick snack, but it is almost impossible with the remembrance of the letter from your mother burning at the forefront of your brain.

She always knew just how to bring you down.

“Hey,” someone calls from the far end of the hall. You take a deep breath, centering yourself before turning to the familiar voice. It was who you expected - Fred, of course. You had completely forgotten to meet him in the garden after breakfast.

“Fred,” you say sweetly. “I’m so sorry, I just - “you pause and quickly tuck the letter in your black and gold coat.

“Completely forgot about me,” he says with a broad smile, pinching your cheek as he reaches you.

You tilt your head and roll your eyes. “Forget you? That would be impossible.”

“That right?” He crosses his arms and leans towards you. “Then I guess you must have gotten lost. Gardens are on the other side of the castle.”

As much as you love to banter with him, you just didn’t have it in you. “I know, I know.” You rub the bridge of your nose as another wave of anxiety races through your body. “This just isn’t a good time right now, okay?”

You turn to leave, but Fred steps in front of you. “What, are you going off to snog one of those Hufflepuff boys?” He challenges with a raise of an eyebrow.

He was kidding, you know this, but just the thought of trying to defend yourself against such a silly notion almost sends you over the edge. “Fred, please.”

“I’m just playing with-”

“I can’t right now,” you say sternly and push past him. You tap and open the Hufflepuff door and immediately slip in without a word.

Fred watches you with a puzzled expression as you disappear behind the barrels. Laying on the floor was a folded piece of parchment that fell from your coat as you rushed off. Fred kneels down and takes it delicately between his fingers.

“You must be the culprit,” he says to himself while eyeing your mother’s name.

—-------- Later that afternoon—----------

George slams the paper down on the table, causing the rest of the Gryffindors to jump and stare at the twins reproachfully. His face was as red as a phoenix as he recounted what he read in the letter. “And this is- this is her own mother?”

“Yeah, quite messed up, isn’t it?” Fred responds solemnly.

“To say the least,” he huffs and squints at the words in front of him again, still trying to take in how unbelievably cruel they were. “Useless? Pathetic? A disgrace to their lineage?”

Fred quickly snatches the page from his brother and tucks it in his back pocket. “I know what it says, you don’t have to tell the whole castle.”

“Sorry,” he sighs and leans back on the chair. “I can’t stand this woman. Our mother -”

“Our mother would never,” Fred finishes for him. “I know, and I made some stupid joke about her snogging someone else.”

George continues to stare down at the table where the letter used to be. “You didn’t know, don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure Y/N will understand.”

“Right,” he says while pulling at the sleeves of his undershirt. “But I’ve been thinking that I should make it up to her.” Fred felt a ton of guilt, and the truth was that he wasn’t entirely sure if she even wanted him to read that letter in the first place. So what if him bringing it up just made her feel worse, to know that others know how her own mother treats her?

“How do you intend to do that?” George tilts his head back to look at his brother. “Another trip to the Room of Requirement?”

“No,” Fred says simply. “I was thinking something different.”

George lifts his brows and kicks his feet up on the table. “Well that’s a first from you.”

“You can’t possibly believe that’s all I want from Y/N,” he snaps back, which makes his brother drop his smug expression. “I have something in mind, I just need -” his words are cut off as he notices his younger brother Ron and his friends enter the common room. A smirk slowly stretches across his face and he beelines towards them.

“Ron, really, I can’t keep looking over all of your work,” a frustrated Hermione hisses at Ron who pretends to not hear her. She takes the roll of parchment and forces it into Harry’s hand.

“I don’t know anything about this,” Harry spouts and tries to hand it back to her.

“I don’t care, and frankly you two should have been doing your own work years ago!”

“Oh, come off it,” Ron snaps. “It’s only a few paragraphs and I’ve already written it. You know I’m terrible at grammar and all that.”

“Even more reason for you to do this yourself,” she says smugly. “As a prefect-”

Harry stands in the middle of the two as they continue to bicker. He did what he learned from the Dursley’s, completely dissociating until they wear themselves out.

“Just who I wanted to see,” Fred announces as he snakes his arm around his brother’s flaming red neck.

“Not right now,” Ron grunts and tries to push Fred off of him. It was no use though, as his grip just tightened even more around his neck.

“This is urgent, so yes, right now.” He tugs him forward, sending Ron off the hilt and into a chair.

“Urgent?” Hermione asks while scanning his hands for some kind of new invention. They had gone toe to toe over them not testing on first years enough times, that she always assumes it’s something to do with that now.

“Yes, for Y/N,” he admits, which makes her shoulders drop immediately.

Hermione perks up, “is she alright?”

“I mean physically, yes.” Fred scowls down at his younger brother and his messy copper hair. “I just need, well, a favor.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Ron scoffs and crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much,” he says nonchalantly before dropping down to his level. “Just the password to the Prefect bathroom.”

“That’s it?” Harry asks as he finally starts to listen again.

“That’s it!” Fred exclaims. “I just need the password and then I can be on my way.”

“No,” Ron says bluntly. 

Fred’s smile drops. “No?”

“No,” Ron reiterates with an even harsher tone. “I don’t know what weird prank you have planned, but I actually like that bathroom thank you very much.”

Fred takes a breath to calm himself. “It’s not for a prank.”

Ron waves his hand dramatically. “Well whatever plan you have in your head, I want no part of it.”

Hermione steps in before Fred can reply. “You said it has something to do with Y/N?”

He nods as he runs his hand through his long red hair in frustration. “I really don’t want to say what it is. Why can’t you just trust me?”

Ron rolls his eyes. “What are you mental? I can answer that with a million different reasons-”

“I’ll give it to you,” Hermione pipes up and places hand on Ron’s shoulder. “If it’s something for her, then I trust your intentions.” She had seen how protective the Weasley brothers were over Y/N. Whatever he had planned, her gut knew that it was important to him.

Fred nods and lets out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t about to beg, but digging up blackmail on Ron would have taken up time he didn’t have.

“Thanks,” he says simply while looking at Hermione. “You always were my favorite of Ron’s friends.”

Harry’s mouth goes slack. Hermione beams.

------- Later that evening---------------

A screech wakes you up from a nap, making you sit up in bed at once. You rub at your eyes until the blurred circle at the edge of your bed comes into view. An owl - a small brown one with large golden eyes. Tied to its legs is a letter. Even at a distance you can see that it is addressed to you. Your heart drops, your mother never sent two letters in one day. Though, she wouldn’t use any other owl but her own.

You reach out and untie it quickly, hoping to solve the mystery of the sender before it sends another wave of anxiety. Your fingers trail over the letters, they didn’t look familiar to you at all. It was written sloppily with black ink and off center. You turn the back and slip your nail under the crease to open it.

Y/N,

I’m sorry for the stupid joke I made earlier. I know there’s no boy in Hufflepuff that can compete with me.

Your smile falters when you remember how cold you were with Fred. What he said was something he didn’t need to apologize for.

Meet me in the Prefect bathroom at 1am. The password is ��Pine Fresh’.

Yours,

Fred

You have no idea what to expect from Fred, but the idea of being alone with him sends your heart on a rocket to the moon. You just hope that your low mood doesn’t sway him off of whatever he has planned.

—------------- 1AM—---------------

The time moved so quickly that the next thing you knew, you were already at the Prefect bathroom. You stare at the door, not entirely sure how to open it. You clear your throat and softly whisper the password that was written on the letter. The large wooden doors slowly swing open and reveal the massive bathroom behind it.

The moon peeks through the large pane window and glides across the ripples of water from the giant bath in the middle. It must have just been freshly filled, as the steam was rolling off the top and into the dark. You step forward and the doors shut behind you. The soft lapping of water can be heard against the marble siding of the tub. Large sculptures and paintings line the room, giving it an ethereal feeling that you’ve never experienced before.

That’s when you spot a silhouette at the corner of the bath. The moon’s rays capture Fred’s copper hair laying delicately on his broad freckled shoulders as he turns his head to you. He snaps his fingers and small objects begin floating around the water, some hovering right over - others keeping still at the edges. He spoke softly and objects revealed themselves to be candles, just like the ones you once saw in the Room of Requirement. You gasp as you are able to finally see the rest of the scenery. Flower pedals are strewn across the floor and dancing across the top of the water. It smells of roses and lilies, your two favorite scents.

“You made it,” he says with a smile.

“Of course I did,” you laugh as your eyes wander around the marble walls. “What’s this all about?”

Fred lifts his feet from the water and walks towards you with his arms outstretched. “What, I can’t do something nice for my girlfriend?”

Your heart jumps hearing him say the word, ‘girlfriend’. You still haven’t gotten used to that yet. “No, that’s not it,” you say shyly while letting him envelope you. His bare chest is warm against your cheek as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Fred pulls back and kisses your forehead. “Come on,” he whispers. “Let’s get undressed and take a little dip.”

“Okay,” you say breathily as he turns and slips off his pants. You remove your clothes one by one, folding them as you go and laying them by the stairs that lead to the tub. Instinctively you hold your arms over your breasts as you get to the water’s edge. Fred holds out his hand to take yours then guides you into the tub.

The water was at a perfect temperature and the floral scents immediately greeted you at once. Your hair floats over the top as you get to the deeper part where Fred stands waiting. He pulls you in and brushes the wet strands from your forehead. There was something different about his expression that you just couldn’t place.

“What is it?” You ask as you reach up to stroke his face with the back of your hand.

“Nothing,” he says with a strained tone. His copper irises reflect a candle that passes behind you, and he furrows his brows. “I just, I wanted to tell you -” His pupils dart away as he perpetually begins shifting his body more. “I think that you’re amazing.”

“Oh,” you say with large eyes and a rose tint reaching your cheeks. “I think you are too, Fred.”

He licks his lips, his face moving closer to yours. He was concentrating on exactly what words he needed to use to express exactly how he felt. “And if anyone tells you otherwise, you should ignore them.”

You crease your brows together, as you’re trying to understand where this is coming from. Fred was never the type to give these types of speeches.

“Even if it’s a teacher, or a slytherin, or.. Even a parent,” he drifts off as he sees your expression change, this time to complete shock.

“The letter,” you mutter while backing up. “How did you know?”

“You dropped it,” he answers quickly. “It’s awful -”

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you squeak out and fall back onto a step, and land with your head just above water. You were able to forget, even just for an hour, and here it was being shoved in your face yet again. It wasn’t just the old wounds reopening, but you are also deeply embarrassed.

“I know,” he admits and kneels in front of you. “Please, Y/N, I didn’t want to upset you. I read it and I just, I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“Well,” you rub at your face with your palms. “I’m not! Okay?” You feel yourself falling back into shambles as the memories of your mother’s words come back to you, engraving in your brain as they were on the paper.

“O-okay,” Fred stammers and sits to the side of you. He glances between the moon and your red face. He was never good at these things, but he was going to try his best. “I don’t think anyone would really be okay after that.”

You shake your head and collapse against him. “You don’t know what it’s like,” you sob out. The seal of control has been broken, and now there was no stopping the tears. “No matter what I do, I’m never enough.”

Fred’s warm fingers trail from the base of your neck and tangle in your wet hair. He pulls you against the crook of his neck as you slowly fall apart.

“I get good grades. I never get in trouble. I do everything right but I will always be the worst to her.” Your eyes well so many tears that the scene around you goes blurry. “What am I supposed to do?”

There is a lump in Fred’s throat as you speak. He can feel how raw and visceral your pain is. If there was one spell he knew that would lift the pain from inside your chest, he would have sold his soul right then and there to make that happen for you. “I think,” he says softly, pulling your face back so he can look you directly in the eyes. “You should start living for yourself and say fuck all to her.” He holds your chin gingerly with his fingers. “They are going to regret doubting you, Y/N. You are an amazing witch and a wonderful person.” His thumbs catch your tears on your cheek. “And if you ever forget how special you are, then I will be here to remind you.”

Just like that, the dam finally fully opens and you wrap your arms around his neck sobbing. Never in your life have you felt so emotionally vulnerable, and you thank Merlin that it is with Fred. You stay wrapped up in his arms for what felt like an eternity as you let out every emotion that you’ve held back for years. He remains silent and holds you tightly against his chest until your sobs slow, and your breathing goes from spastic to rhythmic.

The world finally comes back to you after the surge of intensity passes. You realize that not only is the room quiet, but so is your head. That nagging self hatred has lulled itself back into the deep recesses of your mind for now.

You sit up and look into Fred’s face. He grins at you as his eyes flick back and forth, trying to read your expression. “Thank you,” you say hoarsely. Then without any hesitation you add, “I love you, Fred.”

Fred’s mouth goes slack and he pulls you into a hug. You wrap your legs around his waist and perch yourself on his lap as he looks dumbstruck up at you. “I love you too, Y/N.” Those words leaving his mouth felt other worldly, but he knew there was nobody else on earth who deserved them more than you.

Hearing him say it back lit a fire inside of you. You meet his lips with yours, and he immediately grabs you by the hips and matches your energy. Just like that, the pain was gone and was replaced with passion. Your tongues dance as he guides the edge of your cunt onto his erection. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders as you press down on him.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back as your walls finally accept him fully. You moan his name as his cock pulsates deep inside of you, his hips staying pressed against yours. His fingers dig into your sides as you begin riding him slowly. 

The water didn’t help the lubrication as much as you would have thought. If anything, it made him feel bigger than ever. You do your best to relax your muscles as you continue to move up and down on his shaft, but that’s quickly made more challenging as his fingers find your clit. 

Fred licks his lips hungrily as he watches you with dinner plate pupils. “Keep going, you’re doing so fucking good,” he says in a low growling voice.

You do as you're told, even though your legs begin shaking violently as an orgasm approaches. “Fred,” you groan and roll your head back. “Please, I’m going - going to-”

He laughs through a moan and begins thrusting from underneath you. “Go ahead, darling. Cum for me.”

You cry out as another thrust sends you right over the edge. You crumble against him as he continues to use your body. The water splashes and spills over the marble walls of the bath as he increases his speed. He holds your neck tight, but not enough to cut off oxygen, so that he could watch your face as he cums. You feel his hips shudder and he pushes you down hard against his lap.

“Fuck!” He yells out and pulls you into a kiss by your neck.

You squirm against him as he fills you to the brim, leaving you shaking and helpless against his chest. He rolls his head back and releases the tension on your neck and side. “Merlin’s beard, how are you this good every time?”

You laugh and then whimper as he pulls himself out of you. “I swear, our bodies are made for each other.”

He kisses the top of your head and combs through your hair. “Georgie and I really have the best girlfriend out there,” he laughs. “Fuck.”

You never understood what they saw in you, but every day you’re starting to believe them more and more. Besides, he was right, you were going to start living for yourself. Who cares what your mom thinks anymore. You’re a legal adult and don’t have to follow any of those self esteem killing rules any longer.

You just hope, more than anything, that Fred and George will continue to stand by your side every day.

You wrap your arms around Fred’s chest and breathe out. “This is the best apology I’ve ever gotten.”

Fred smirks and stares up at the statues among the ceiling. “And it’s the best one I’ve ever given.”

[karahofthedawn]

This scene had me sobbing.

“The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry’s mind was in free fall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossibility, because Fred Weasley could not be dead…”

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[karahofthedawn]

That moment when you google Weasley twins x reader fanfiction, stumble upon a fantastic series, binge the whole thing in like an hour and a half or something, sob a little because DAMN you can write, then realize it’s current. This shit’s current. I thought this was gonna be from like 2011 if I checked the date but no. You’re just like. Workin it out here. I am in love with you btw 👁👁

👀 omg marriage when?

I'm glad u enjoyed and I seriously appreciate ur kind words 🥺

[karahofthedawn]

My complete and utter shock to find someone else writing for fred and George in 2023. I love the stories you write so much!

Thanks! I know I said this to you directly, but I still appreciate your words of encouragement.

Take a look at some other creators too! There's actually a pretty decent sized community for our favorite twins.

[karahofthedawn]

I loved your „You Owe Us One“ series! could u please consider making one more part where the twins have their shop and the reader is pregnant and how she tells them the news (or they find out before her because of the way she started to act u know with all the pregnancy hormones haha ) even if it’s just a short one please it would honestly make my day ❤️

Thanks for your kind words. 💜 I apologize for how long this took, but here you go!!!

An afternoon spat between the Weasley Twins and you can be easily heard from even the most bottom level of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Ron, who works here part time, cringes as he hears yelling then a door slamming. The guests are so enthralled with the cluttered and colorful surroundings that they don't seem to notice the chaos that was unfolding just right above them.

Fred comes storming down the spiral stairs, carefully dodging a woman carrying several puking pastilles in her arms. He reaches the counter and pulls out a box of damaged products that had been returned. One by one, he flicks his wand and fixes them with silent anger practically steaming off of his bright red face.

Ron exchanges payment with a customer while side eyeing his brother. A few of the boxes he had repaired had to be done again, due to him slamming them down on the counter.

Once they are alone, Ron asks playfully, "you're supposed to be fixing those, right?"

Fred rolls his eyes and continues with his project, his lips tighten from the words he forcefully held in.

Ron reaches over to take one cracked love spell bottle, when Fred snaps his head to the side and glares at him. "I'm just trying to help," the younger brother explains. "Come on, get off it. It's not my fault your weird relationship is in the toilet."

Fred freezes, his scarlet cheeks overpowering even the color in his flaming hair. He has every right to kick Ron out of the store. He could even fire him on the spot. Who knows, maybe he could even be an unknowing guinea pig for their next few inventions.

Before Fred can land on one, George stumbles between them and sighs loudly. "I don't know what's worse, her yelling or crying." He props himself up on the counter and rubs his eyes.

"I think I could deal with the crying at this point," Fred says aimlessly. "It's been a bit much lately, hasn't it?"

Ron pipes up first. "Crying?"

They both nod and reply simultaneously with, "yes."

"What's gotten in Y/N? She's always seemed level headed." Ron says with his brows furrowing. "You're not tormenting her, are you?"

"No," George snaps. "If anything she's torturing us."

"Really," Fred adds. "It's like someone has taken our girlfriend and replaced them with an unpredictable replica."

Ron laughs, "almost reminds me of mom."

George twists his face in confusion. "What are you on about?"

Fred shakes his head and drops a bright green box into the empty bin. Once he's finished with repairing everything, it can all be stocked back on the shelves.

"Don't you remember when we were little and mom got so angry at you for fighting over a broom that she snapped it in half?" Ron laughs and shakes his head. "Never understood the reasoning in that."

"I'm surprised you can even remember that," Fred says as he fixes another crushed box. "You were like, one."

"I don't," Ron admits. "But you two always bring it up. Don't make mom upset or she'll break another broom."

"Ah," George smiles. "Yes, that always gets a rise out of her."

"It does," Fred agrees, pushing himself up and turning to the shelf behind them. New items are normally placed here and the front window, just so guests can see their newest invention. "And she always makes the same excuse."

"Yeah, that her pregnancy with Ginny really messed with her emotions," Ron says with a shake of his head. "And to think that dad had to experience that six times with her."

The box that Fred was holding slips from his fingers and bounces to the floor. His younger brother rolls his shoulders back and begins checking out a customer, the conversation drifting into the back of his mind.

Not for the twins though. They both turn to each other with wide eyes and mouths slightly ajar. How could they have been so stupid? It was so obvious all along.

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You are sitting in front of the toilet again, as you have been a few times a day for about two weeks. At first you thought it was something you ate, but the normal food poisoning curing spells haven't been effective at all. It doesn't help that Fred and George have been practically hovering over you.

You know they mean well, but your temper has been rather unpredictable lately. It's not like you haven't fought with the brothers before, but it's never been this turbulent.

After a wave of nausea passes, you push yourself up from the floor and stretch out your back by lifting your arms over your head. A door opens and closes, and you hear soft murmuring right outside of the bathroom. You swing the door open by its knob, revealing Fred and George a few feet away.

They stop talking at once and stare at you in a very peculiar way. You furrow your brows and cross your arms.

Fred nudges his brother, who steps forward. "We brought you something," he says and pulls a small clear orb out of his pocket.

"Oh." You eye the item, it's not something you recognize. "What is it?"

They look at each other, then back at you. George holds out his hands with the small ball laying in his palms. "Take it."

"If this is a prank, I swear to-"

"No," Fred reassures. "It's not. I promise."

You hesitate and search his face for any kind of smirk, but his eyes sparkle with a strange kind of excitement. You take the smooth cold object between your pointer and thumb. It sparks, then a cloud swirls on the inside. It expands the entire orb until it becomes a completely solid blue.

"I can't believe it," George says under his breath.

"I can," Fred laughs with his pupils glued to the little blue marble.

"Was it not supposed to do that?" You ask, rolling it around between your hands.

"Well it-" Fred hesitates and looks for his brother to continue.

"It did what it was meant to," George says carefully. "We just didn't know if it would or not."

You glance between the two of them with confusion written all over your face.

"It's meant to, well, it's meant to," George stammers out, but the words are stuck in his throat.

"Meant to what?" You urge and step forward. "Just tell me!"

He blinks rapidly and reaches to take your hands gently. "It will only turn colors if, if you're-"

"Pregnant," Fred finishes, leaving the room with an aching silence.

This was a joke. There's no way that you're pregnant, you were always so careful. Especially since you moved in with them above their shop. Protection spells every time before you'd sleep with either one of them.

"You're kidding." Your legs are frozen in spot as they approach both sides of you. Was this really happening?"

George clasps his hands over yours, enveloping the small orb like a clamshell. "This time, we're not."

A lump in your throat grows as you stare up into their freckled faces. "And you're not," you pause and swallow hard. "Upset?"

"Upset?" Fred says with a laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Y/N, we have never been happier."

You look at George who nods, the corner of his eyes swell with tears. "We will love him as much as we love you."

You choke on the emotions that bottle up your neck. You let out a sharp breath, the word "him" escaping your lips.

"The color is the gender," Fred explains, a huge grin spreading from him to his brother.

You fall against Fred's chest, George joining in from behind you. "We're having a boy?" You ask between sobs.

Fred hums and kisses the top of your head. Their arms tangle around you as tears of joy stream down their faces.

"And who knows," George whispers. "Maybe it'll be twins."

You all laugh at the thought. You know that no matter what life throws at you, that you'll be able to make it through. Especially with Fred and George at your side.

[karahofthedawn]

I don't care, I'm posting it.

The fic features a new adventure from after the war against Voldemort.

Basically its a fic of "this is what happened after, also reader gets both twins and Fred doesn't die he just loses an arm"

Tagging @karahofthedawn since they are the reason I feel confident enough to post this

[karahofthedawn]

You Owe Us One (part 8) - The Room of Requirement

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Hi all! I believe this will be the last of the series, as I stated in my previous post. I may still write some Fred and George stuff, but not exactly in this format.

Thank you all who have read, liked and reblogged my stuff. It's been a huge encouragement for me and I'm so glad I decided to post on here.

Anyways.. you wanted kink - you got it! Enjoy.

Synopsis: Fred and George have been storming up a plan for Y/N and it's finally ready. They take you to the Room of Requirement where a surprise awaits.

Words: 4.6k

Contains: lots of detailed sex. Anal, vaginal, oral. Some bondage, wax play, edging, collars and lots of praise.

The candle light from the Great Hall flickers in the hallway that you are sneaking off in. The aroma of the delicious dinner from tonight fills the air, making your stomach growl with protest. You hadn’t expected to meet so early in the evening with Fred and George. Most of the time you’d meet with them after most of the students had gone to bed, but not tonight. They approached you at the Hufflepuff table and ushered you away with them.

Even now, as you walk side by side with them, you have no idea what the sense of urgency is about. The few times that you attempted to pry an answer out of them, they would merely glance at each other and smirk.

At first, you think maybe they’re leading you to the dark passageways. Then you pass near the blind folded woman’s statue, go up several floors and head towards the astronomy tower. The further you go, the more thrown off you are. It wasn’t until you reached a particularly empty corridor when they held out their arms to stop you.

Fred speaks with a twinge of excitement in his voice. “Here we are.”

George takes your hand in his. His gaze is set forward at a plain looking stone wall. You squint and tilt your head at it, trying to decipher what is so special about this location. He squeezes your hand and looks down at you. “Close your eyes, Y/N,”

“Why?” You ask cautiously. 

They refer to each other again, then Fred says calmly, “just trust us.”

“I promise,” George adds. “It’ll be worth it.”

You sigh, knowing full well that they aren’t going to tell you until you follow their directions. You reluctantly shut your eyes and allow them to guide you forward. Then they turn you around and head back in the same direction. This happens a few times, and you’re starting to get annoyed with this whole situation. If they dragged you up here and away from dinner just for a prank, then you’re going to be furious.

“There it is,” Fred exclaims, and your eyes open.

In front of you, where the plain stone wall was, is a large wooden door. The twins look at you, then back at the door.

“What is this?” You say with astonishment. “This definitely wasn’t here before.”

“No,” George explains, “it only appears when you really need something.”

“The Room of Requirement,” Fred adds. “Only a few others know of its existence.”

“Need something,” you repeat. “What’s inside?”

“That’s the best part,” Fred replies.

“And you're about to find out,” George finishes. His fingers tighten around your palm. "Go ahead, Y/N, open it.”

You hesitate with your hand on the latch, unsure if this is just a joke or not. If they are telling the truth, what exactly is it that the three of you need? Fred places a firm hand on your shoulder and you can feel his fingers twitch in excitement as you finally begin tugging it open.

It is only when you step into the room that you truly take in what's in front of you. There are floating candles lining both the left and right sides. The walls are a deep red and accented by deep gold. In the middle lies a large bed with velvet sheets, a golden metal headboard that has the most elegant design of swirls that form into a lion's head. 

You hear the door close behind you, and you swing around to face the brothers. Their eyes are focused on you as they move towards you.

"It took us a long time to perfect it," Fred explains as he pulls at his tie.

"We had to be specific on exactly what we needed," George says and gazes around the room. "What we thought you would want, too."

As you reflect on what they’re saying, you notice a small dark wooden table sitting at the entrance. A black box with a piece of parchment is peeking from underneath it.

This entire situation feels like a dream that you’re going to wake up from any minute. There was an air of mystery and tension that you can’t fully comprehend. The brothers have been planning this? For how long and why? Isn’t what they had in their secret room in the passageways similar to this? Even so, there was no denying the elegance and style within these four walls.

“What is it?” You ask with your fingertips grazing the top of the engraved wooden box.

George takes your hand and leads you across the floor. "Before you open it, there's some things we wanted to go over." You follow him, stepping right to the edge of the large plush bed. He sits and pats firmly on the velvet sheet, leaving a bit of a wrinkle behind. "Please, sit."

You perch yourself next to him and try to read his expression, to get any sort of clue to what they have planned. Surprises were never your forte, but lately you haven't had much of a choice.

Fred joins to the right of you and brushes your hair delicately from your shoulder. He has the mysterious black box sitting on his lap. You consider reaching over to grab it, but George places his fingertips on your wrist.

"We want you to be ours," George says so directly that it makes the blood immediately rush to your cheeks.

You stammer out, "I-I'm.. sorry?"

"You heard him right," Fred whispers, leaving a trail of kisses up your shoulder to the base of your neck. "We want you to be ours."

"Fully ours," George adds. "Would you like that?"

You try to focus on the question as Fred's lips find the crook of your neck. "Do you mean.. like a formal boyfriend and girlfriend situation?"

Fred hums as he licks and nips. "Mhm." His teeth sink in, and his warm mouth envelopes your reddening skin.

You squirm and squeeze George's hand. "I want that," you say quickly and lean into his brother's touch.

The black box gets pushed into your lap now. Fred removes his lips and watches you intently.

You find the edge of the lid with your thumbs and begin lifting it, the heart in your chest is pounding so hard that it threatens to burst right out of your chest. With both hands you carefully pull the item out of the box. The candle light glows off of the golden heart charm that dangles from the crimson leather strap.

“Is this a..” You take a sharp breath in and look at George. “A collar?”

He nods and takes it from your hands. “It’s not just a collar.”

“Merlin’s beard, no.” Fred laughs and reaches out to touch the object. “It’s made specifically for you.”

“I don’t understand,” you say with a frown.

Fred kneels before you, then begins to undo a few of the buttons from your shirt. "Let us explain, then."

George wraps his arm around your waist. The bridge of his nose bumps against your temple, his warm breath on your cheek. "Since the moment we met you, we knew that you were something special to us."

"So special," Fred repeated his brother's words. He stops unbuttoning right before your bra would be exposed. He looks at you, his expression hungry with lust. "So we made something to show your loyalty."

"Show my loyalty?" You ask, trying to look bravely into his fully dilated pupils. 

He nods as George runs a finger from your chin to the start of your cleavage. 

"It's not that we don't trust you," George explains with a softness in his voice. "We just thought it would be, well.."

"Fun," Fred finishes. His eyes flick from the collar in your palms to your bare neck. "But there's more to it than that."

"A few stipulations, of course. But it also benefits all parties involved."

You look down at the crimson collar. "Stipulations?"

Fred gets to his feet and pulls you up with him. They both lead you to the large mirror that hangs on the wall next to the bed. You must have missed that coming in, unless it had just appeared there when they needed it. They both stand close behind you, and George lifts the collar to your neck. The cool leather meets your reddened skin.

"Look at it now," Fred instructs. You look up and see a delicate golden locket resting on your bosom, though you could still feel the collar wrapped around you. "Nobody will know except us."

"Wait," you say quickly and stare at their reflections. "You want me to wear this outside of this room?"

"Darling," George says sweetly, making your chest tighten. "We want you to wear it all the time."

"Think of it as a contract of our devotion," Fred smiles.

You turn around to face them directly. So many feelings are floating around your head that it's difficult to pick one to focus on. You want to be theirs. It's what you've always wanted. Pushing between them, you pass by and sit on the edge of the bed again.

They follow you and kneel down in front of you. A hand on each of your knees, they stare up at you.

George breaks the silence with, "Freddie, I think we should tell her the benefits, don't you?"

"Oh, I do," he says with a smirk. "This also amplifies touch."

"Ours, to be exact. Only ours."

You glance between them and then down at the floor. "How amplified?"

George reaches up and tilts your head up with his thumb. You meet his amber colored eyes as he whispers, "I think it's better if you find out for yourself."

You swallow the lump in your throat and grasp the collar, lifting it toward your neck. They both stop you, then Fred pulls out the slip of parchment that had come with the box. 

He hands it to you and points at the words. "This is a binding spell. Once you say this, the collar will remain on until, well,"

"Until you don't want to be ours anymore," George explains, the corner of his lips pulling down with just mention of it.

You nod, taking the slip in your fingers and reading the line to yourself. "Do I just say this out loud?"

"Yes, but you have to mean it," Fred says.

"Fully," George adds with a serious tone.

"Right." You clear your throat and lift the parchment so that the candle light illuminates it completely. You close your eyes for a moment and dig deep for how you feel about the brothers. You think back on all of the tenderness, kindness, and ecstasy that they've brought you. They individually bring different qualities to the table, and together they make them a perfect match for you.

Most of your life you've been unsure about most things, but not this. You want to be theirs. Fully.

You open your eyes and look at them each individually as you speak out the binding spell with confidence. "I solemnly swear that my body and mind is only yours."

With the last word, the collar flies out of your hand and fastens itself around your neck. You immediately panic and try prying it off of you, but it doesn't budge. 

George grabs your hands and coos, "it's okay, you're okay. It's part of it."

You take a deep breath and allow yourself to get accustomed to the new sensation. Fred reaches out and runs his finger over the leather and the tiny golden heart that dangles from it. 

"You look so hot wearing it," he breathes out and slides a finger under the metal loop. With a gentle tug he pulls you towards him as he leans forward, meeting you in the middle with a hungry kiss.

Your entire body reacts to him immediately. It's as if volts of lightning spread through your veins, setting your body on fire with lust. You gasp loudly. He smiles and lunges forward to pin you on your back. His finger remains pulling the collar, as he hovers over you.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" George calls to you, leaning on the mattress while propped up on one arm.

Before you can reply, the twin on top of you begins kissing down your neck to your collarbone. Every single touch makes you feel on fire. The leather around your neck pulsates as if it's alive and feeding your ecstacy, kindling and breathing life into the flames. You're digging your nails so hard into his shoulders that it leaves little crescent moon shapes behind.

Fred dips down, slides his arm underneath you and lifts you effortlessly. He crawls with you a foot or so and drops your head onto an inviting plush pillow. You stare up at him in a daze as he begins undoing his tie.

If just kissing them makes you this weak, what would all the other stuff be like? You can already feel that you're soaking through your panties, and they've barely touched you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as Fred grabs both of your arms and lifts them above your head. "I know this must be a lot for you." The cold metal meets your skin and you flinch. He crosses your wrists as he wraps the Gryffindor tie around them. "But I'm going to make sure you enjoy every last bit of it."

His chest meets yours and he tangles his fingers in your hair. You try latching onto him, but your arms remain tightly fastened to the lion headboard. His lips linger over yours, his hot breath on your skin. He's so close that you can see yourself reflected in his dinner plate pupils.

"You're mine," he says so lowly, that it almost comes out as a growl. You shiver and nod your head. "Say it, darling. Say it for me."

"I'm yours, Freddie," you cry out as he pulls your head back by your hair. The pleasure rolls down your spine and you involuntarily curve against him. "Please, touch me."

George's voice comes in from the side of the bed where he's watching. "She's being so good for you."

"She is," Fred laughs and draws closer to your face. "I think she deserves a reward for her dedication." His fingertips dig into your ribs and he forces your legs apart with his. "Don't move, just lay right there for me."

You fidget your arms and look up the red and gold tie around your wrists. You can still slide up and down on the swirling metal bar, but only an inch or two. You look back to the brothers who are now almost completely naked, aside from their tight underwear that can barely contain their erections.

Fred is on you again, but he's delicately unbuttoning your shirt. Your lacy black and yellow bra is revealed as he swipes the fabric to the side. He carefully slides your skirt down your thighs and throws it across the room. You lay there, completely vulnerable and exposed.

"Your body is beautiful," George comments as he runs a gentle finger down your bare side. You try to close your legs but his brother's hips prevent you.

Fred leans over you again and smirks. "Bloody hell, I could get used to seeing you tied up like this."

His hands slip under your bra and tenderly caress your nipples. You crane your head back into the bed and bite back another moan. You can't believe what this is doing to you, every part of your body is hyper aware. He squeezes your breasts and rolls the hardened nubs between his fingers.

You lift your head to gasp and he meets your lips with his. His large wet tongue probes your mouth and twists with yours. Every moan that escapes you is forcibly muffled by his mouth.

The mattress on the bed shifts, and George is next to you now. Fred breaks the kiss, just for his brother to take his place. Your panties are moved to the side and you feel something warm sliding up your slit. You can see him holding his hard cock from your peripheral, running it just on the cusp of your needing pussy.

"Fuck Y/N, you're soaked," Fred groans and meets your clit with the head of his erection.

You shake and let out a sharp whimper. Just the slightest contact almost sends you over the edge. You already want to beg for release as he teases your opening. The headboard rattles as you wriggle in your restraints. Between his head slowly stretching your walls and George's tongue rolling against yours, you're overwhelmed with ecstacy. 

Fred thrusts forward and enters you fully, which makes you throw your head back and scream. George gently strokes the hair from your flushed face, staring lovingly down at you.

"Freddie," he says calmly. "Let her ease into it."

Fred does as he's told and keeps his cock buried deep inside of you. Your walls clench around him as he pulsates, leaving you helplessly struggling underneath him. You can feel every single inch of him stretching you out.

"I don't want you to cum until we tell you," George instructs while his hands tenderly stroke your face. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," you reply sharply as Fred pulls out a bit.

"Good girl," George coos before beginning to kiss you again.

Fred starts up again slowly and you shake uncontrollably beneath him. You are desperately gasping for air, but are cut short when his thumb meets your slick clit.

"Fuck!" You gasp, but immediately have George's tongue in your mouth again.

Then Fred moves again, but achingly slow. His thumb grazing your needing nub, ever so often adding pressure to make you moan into his brother's mouth. Your legs quake and close around him as an orgasm approaches. You aren't sure how you're supposed to hold back and signal when you're close. You focus, trying to pull your hips away, and break George's deep kiss.

You're on the brink and about to give in completely when George lifts his mouth from yours.

"Please! I'm close!" You cry out as another tremor rolls down your body.

Fred lifts his finger and stops thrusting. "Not yet," he says firmly. He picks up his pace again after you relax your body.

You whimper and look up at George, who is watching you closely. The freckles on his face are accentuated by his messy ginger hair that tickles you when he leaves trails of kisses up your chest. 

"Hey Fred," he says wistfully as he watches your eyes roll back back into your skull.

"Yeah?" Fred grunts as he slams into you, making you gasp out in surprise.

George runs a hand over your bouncing tits. "Think I could have a go at her?"

Without another word, he pulls out suddenly. You pant and writhe from the lack of stimulation. You had almost hit your peak multiple times, and it was making you hazy and needier than ever.

Your hands are freed at once by Fred, then you're immediately flipped over on your stomach. You push yourself up with your aching wrists. Once your vision returns, large hands with a long flat object come into focus. They reach for your neck and you hear a faint 'clink' sound. 

Fred is sitting against the headboard, his cock out and still gleaming from your slick. In his hand is a leash, which he pulls and guides you toward him. You shakily crawl between his legs. Then you feel George behind you. His palms resting on your bare ass. The tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

With a tug of the collar, Fred forces you towards his face. "Look at me," he demands as his brother slides inside of you. Your eyes start to go out of focus so he grabs you by the hair. "Bloody hell, you're a mess right now. Just look at you."

George's hips press against your ass and you know he's fully inside. Your walls stretch and strain against his size, making your eyes tear up from both pleasure and pain. Your arms shake and you fall to your elbows as you cry out.

Fred takes this opportunity to guide your mouth onto his throbbing cock. You do so without hesitation, you want to be allowed to cum. You want to be good so they finally give you the release you need more than anything. Your tongue teases his head and shaft, then he forces himself down your throat. He holds you there with the leash wrapped around his white knuckled fist.

You gag and choke as George slams from behind. Your juices begin dripping down your thigh with each thrust. You love being between them. You love letting them use your body to please them.

"Merlin's Beard, your mouth is incredible. You're doing such a good job," Fred groans and releases the tension on the leash. You unsheath his cock from your throat and cough a few times. Once you catch your breath, you go right back to working on him again, trying to push yourself to leave him in your throat even longer.

George pants and grabs your hips with force as he thrusts into you. "I think we should let her cum, what do you think?"

Fred nods, then rests his head against the metal lion and moans. "She's earned it."

Your legs are pried apart and George snakes his arm around your waist. The moment he finds your clit, your throat closes and constricts around Fred’s erection. He moans and grabs you by the hair, making your head bob up and down slowly. Your legs and core trembles as a finger expertly circles the top of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Right as it hits you like a shockwave, Fred pulls you up by your collar and kisses you.

“Yes, that’s it! Cum for us, darling,” Fred encourages as you crumble pathetically onto his chest.

Just like that, you reach your peak again and again. It was like a wave crashing onto the shore one right after the other. Your entire mind goes blank as the flood of pleasure releases throughout your body in a way you have never experienced before. You hold onto Fred’s chest and look up at him with pleading eyes as the overstimulation of multiple orgasms melts your brain. You love being theirs. You love every part of this.

George stops and withdraws from you. Before you can even fully take in all that you’re feeling, Fred pulls you to sit directly on his cock. You straddle him at once, sliding down his shaft until this tip of him reaches your cervix. He fits you perfectly. They both do. He holds the leash in one hand while his other arm restraints your waist against him.

Fred remains buried in you as his brother approaches from behind holding a floating candle. George takes you from him, lifting you by your shoulder so that your back lays flush against his chest.

“Have you ever tried melted candle wax?” He whispers in your ear.

You can barely even comprehend what he says when you feel a burning sensation down your chest. You jump with shock as hot wax drips over your tits and stomach, slowly drying as it travels to your hips.

“Watch where you’re aiming that,” Fred warns, bucking his hips up and making you instantly crumble backwards.

“Sorry, sorry,” George laughs and tilts the candle so that another round of white wax pours over your breast and nipple. The pain isn’t as jarring this time, and it fades away just as quickly. “You really are perfect,” he says to you as you feel your ass being parted.

Fred pulls you down by the leash and holds you flat against his chest, the wax melting and rubbing off as you press together. His arms are tight around you as George pushes himself gently inside your ass. You writhe in pain as he fills you up.

“Good girl, you’re doing great. Just relax for me,” George coaches as his lubed shaft slides in fully. “That’s it, perfect.”

Both of them move in perfect unison, one pulling out while the other pushes in. All the while Fred holds your leash tight so that your face remains close to his. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth slacked open. His eyes remain completely focused on your expressions, taking in every sound you make.

George slaps your ass and grabs you by the hips and plunges himself as deep as possible, pushing you hard against Fred. That sends you over the edge immediately. Your cunt and ass tighten and you scream out. You love it, having both of your holes completely stretched to the limit by them.

It wasn’t too long ago that you would have been embarrassed to be so vulnerable to the twins, but here you are now letting them fuck you stupid. How did you even get to this point? How did they so easily break down your walls?

These thoughts are cut short by another sudden orgasm. Fred curses under his breath and bites his lip as he watches you crumble before him. Tears stream down your face as the tremors of pleasure take over your body. Your legs shake violently and both of the brothers dig their fingers into your sides to hold you steady.

“We are almost there darling, just hold out a little longer for us,” George grunts from behind, his thrusting increasingly getting rougher.

“I-I w-want-” you stutter and plead.

“What do you w-want?” Fred asks breathily, mocking you with a huge grin. He grips your leash, making the pressure increase at the back of your neck. “Tell us.”

You look deep into his amber eyes, seeing the lust and devotion mirrored right back at you. “I w-want you to fill me up.” Your body is being jostled, your tits bouncing as they increase their speed. “Please,” you beg.

Fred pulls you into a hungry kiss, then breaks as he reaches his peak. His hips jut upwards, filling your cunt with his cum to the brim. George follows shortly after, collapsing against your reddened ass cheeks as he spills into you. They’re both grunting and moaning, their grip on you slowly loosening.

George pulls out first and collapses on the bed to your left panting, his arm covering his sweating forehead. Fred lifts you off of him and places you between the both of them. For a few minutes, you all collectively lay there in silence as you recuperate.

The velvet sheets are soft and inviting, definitely more so than the old comforter back at their original spot. You look up at the ceiling and see each of the house crests delicately carved in the gold tiles. This room was beautiful and had so many secrets and details that were waiting to be found.

You curl up to George, your head resting on his heaving chest. Fred wraps his arms around your waist and nestles his face in your hair. You delicately run a finger up George’s neck and hold his cheek with your palm. He turns his head, kisses your forehead and looks into your eyes. You touch the small golden heart that’s dangling from the crimson collar around your neck.

“I hope I never take this off,” you admit with tears welling in your eyes.

“We hope you don’t either,” George says with a smile, reaching up to catch one of your tears with his thumb.

“That’s the last thing we’d want,” Fred adds from behind you and squeezes you tightly.

“Then I won’t,” you say with certainty.

“Good,” George says sweetly and caresses your cheek.

You mean it too. There was more than just lust between the three of you, and it’s something you’ve known from the very beginning. You aren’t sure exactly what the future holds, but you know that you will fight to keep this connection that you have with Fred and George. 

For as long as possible.

Because you are theirs. Fully.

[karahofthedawn]

I think the next part of the fic will be my last for awhile. 🥺

Just got terrible writers block right meow.

My goal is to get the Room of Requirement one out by the end of the week.

Hope you are all ready for fifty shades of Weasley IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN

[karahofthedawn]

You Owe Us One (part 7) - Our Girl

Fred Weasley / George Weasley x reader

Y/N gets approached by her ex, who is extremely jealous of the scene at the Yule Ball.

Protective Fred and George.

Words: 3.6k

**Contains some violence and physical assault.**

No smut in this one, just slowly building towards an idea with these chapters.

I wanted to thank everyone who reblogs and takes the time to even read my stuff. It keeps me going, and I have had such an absolutely lovely experience on this platform so far.

The golden rays from the morning light light up the Hufflepuff dorm and cascade where you lay wrapped up in your comforter. Nobody noticed that you had left on the night of the Yule Ball, though that didn’t stop the questions about you snogging George Weasley in the middle of the dance floor. So far, you’ve been able to dodge the biggest question of all: “Is he your boyfriend?”

Truth be told, you aren’t entirely sure if you are or not. The brothers said they would ‘share’ you, which put an end to their rivalry with each other, though they had never specifically stated that they wanted it to be an official relationship. The time and place hasn’t worked itself out yet for you to clarify it either. Between classes and excitement of the next part of the tournament, it was hard for you to even meet with them. The nice thing is that The Weasley brothers do take the time to greet you in the Great Hall every morning. That was a step up from being unsure if they’d even want to acknowledge you around others or not.

You sit up and run your fingers through your knotted hair as you gaze out the window. Soft fluffy clouds float through a bright blue sky. Fresh snow had fallen overnight, leaving a smooth untouched blanket of white over the grounds. You go over what your plans are for the day in your head as you start getting dressed.

Breakfast, study, write an essay, practice charms and visit the greenhouse, more studying, dinner and then bed.

With a full day ahead and your goals in your mind, you head to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast. The room is already bustling with students laughing and chatting with full plates in front of them. The Gryffindor area was so packed together, you couldn’t get a clear view of either brother. You sit alone and begin sifting through the food, an open book to your right so you can get some light reading in. Even if it only cuts out five minutes of what you have to do later, it is still free time that you can appreciate then.

You’re so caught up in multitasking that the person next to you has to clear their throat several times until you look up from the worn pages. A shaggy blonde hair boy with bright blue eyes was watching you, a familiar smirk worn across his face. Matthew Starling - your ex boyfriend, and the last human on earth you want to talk to. You shoot him a polite smile and refocus back to your book and hope he gets the hint.

He leans closer to you with his black, green and silver robes draping over his broad shoulders. His thin fingers tap at the corner of the page with persistence until you give him your attention again through narrow eyes. This was the first time he has acknowledged you since your break up last year right before term ended. It was a volatile relationship, and your very first. He was selfish, rude and all around a terrible person to have your first romantic and sexual experiences with. Him cheating with a Ravenclaw girl was the final straw that let you break free from him and his games.

Matthew didn’t take it well. He made a scene in the out on the grounds, then stormed away in a rage. You were sure that he would try and beg for you back, but he didn’t. Thankfully for you he already had his talons in someone else. 

You suppress the urge to get up and leave. You were sitting here first, afterall. It was only a matter of time until he would try and make you feel uncomfortable.

“Studying this early in the morning, are you?” Matthew asks while still tapping the page you were previously reading.

“Just trying to get a head start,” you reply, trying to hold back the malice in your voice. What did he really want?

Matthew beams at you. Your stomach turns with uneasiness. “Always were the hard worker between the two of us. Glad to see that hasn’t changed.”

You furrow your brows and glance back down at the book, which is immediately snatched from your vision. The blonde boy was holding it up to his face. His pupils scanned a few lines before placing it down in front of him, his forearm blocking so you can’t easily grab it back.

“But,” he jeers, “I know you have more interests than studying. I saw the way you were snogging one of the Weasleys during the Yule Ball.”

That’s it, that’s what he has found you for.

“So what if I was?” You snap and cross your arms. “It’s really none of your business.”

His pupils shrink as you make eye contact with him. His wild smile became increasingly forced with his jaw cocking to the side. “I just find it rather funny that you don’t mind flaunting yourself around with one of Hogwarts biggest prats, but refused to even kiss me in the Great Hall when we were dating - was it, six months?”

“I don’t remember,” you lie. Seven and a half. That’s how long you had to endure a relationship with Matthew Starling. “I really should get going anyway.” You quickly go to grab your book again, but he blocks it and slides it even further away

“Oh come on now,” he laughs and runs a hand through his blonde hair. “We are just having a quick chat, no need to rush off.” There was something different in his voice that you had never heard before. Your gut was screaming for you to get out of there. “I just never pegged you as the type to let a guy like that touch you. A Gryffindor. A Weasley, at that.”

You hold your arms tight against your chest as you stare at him coldly. Your cheeks are starting to get hot as your temper rises. “Who does or doesn’t touch me is really none of your business, Matthew. Now, give me my book back so I can leave.”

Matt forces a smirk and he hoists a leg over the bench so that his entire stocky body faces you. Before the next sentence of, what you guess, would be a string of insults of either you or the Weasley’s - Fred pops up in between you and Matt.

“Good morning!” He says cheerily.

Another voice comes from your left. “Good morning, Y/N! We thought we would stop on by.” You see George sitting next to you closely, a broad grin across his face.

“We didn’t mean to interrupt all the fun,” Fred jests and shoots a blank look at Matt. “Oh, but I’m sure you don’t mind!”

“Oh, he definitely does but that's okay!” George agrees, then moves in closer to place a hand on your lower back. You stare into his calm demeanor, a beacon of safety amidst this chaotic morning.

Matt was scowling at the two brothers as they huddled around you. “Well actually, we were having a bit of a private chat.”

“We really weren’t,” you interject with a frown.

“In that case,” Fred starts and reaches behind Matt and grabs your book, then slides it to the front of you. “Don’t let us stop the conversation.” At this point both of the Weasley brothers were sitting on either side of you. Fred had practically pushed Matt out the way so that he could wedge himself in between. “I’d like to hear more about, what did you call us again?”

“Hogwarts biggest prats,” George answers.

“Yes! That’s it!” His brother exclaims. He props himself up with both elbows, his back against the wooden table.

There is a moment where the boys stare each other down. Matt’s visual anger and disdain did nothing to sway the twins, who sat by your side like statues. Finally, the blonde boy chugs his drink, slams the cup on the table and storms off.

Relief floods over you as the sound of his footsteps fade away. George, who has had his hand firmly on your lower back the entire time, slides a few inches to give you some space.

“I owe you one,” you say shakily as you take the book in your hands. As you bend down to return it to your bag, the words you just said sank in. “Not like that,” you add hurriedly.

The brothers laugh. Fred tilts his head and smiles as you sit back up and face him. “We won’t hold you to it, don’t worry.”

“Unless you want us to,” George adds with a shrug and nudge of your shoulder.

You smile at them as you get to your feet. In the times you've spent with them, the subject of Matthew had never come up. Part of you was glad for that, since it's a bit of a sore subject.

"That wasn't how I wanted to start my day," you say with a sigh. For just a flash of a second, they both frown, then cover it with a forced grin. "But, thank you. Matt is a bit of a-"

George interrupts with, "giant headed moron?"

"I was going to say a boil infested blast-ended skrewt," Fred adds and shoots you a wink. "I could think of a few other names, but that one seems the most appropriate."

George nods and stares off in the distance wistfully. "It sure will be, especially in a few minutes."

Your brows raise and you glance between the two of them. "What did you do?" You ask, a genuine smile finally breaking across your face.

They both stand up and shrug in unison.

Fred slides his hand into the pocket of his robe and pulls out an empty vial. George answers with, "let's just say, we helped him find his true form."

You gasp and cover your mouth. "You didn't!"

Their eyes are gleaming with glee, there is no need for an answer. Whatever was in that vial is now running through Matthew's system, and considering the crazy concoctions the brothers normally come up with - you can only imagine what will happen to him next.

"That should teach him a lesson or two," Fred says with a nod. 

George gestures to where a crowd is forming right outside of the Great Hall, Professor Sprout is sprinting and asking students to move aside. "Looks like class has started, then. Let's go watch the show."

Your attention flicks between them and the ever growing crowd out in the hall. "I can't, I'm sorry. I have to study, but I'll see you both later."

The three of you head in the same direction, then break off right as the scene of Matthew Starling covered in massive red boils unfolds in front of you. Your heart swells as you turn your back to the chaos, knowing that they did that all for you. You're not sure who else would have intervened at a moment like that, but you were so thankful for the twins.

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The library is unsurprisingly barren, being that it was so early in the morning. The only other person, aside from Madam Pince, is a girl with a curly mane of hair sitting behind a massive stack of books. Even with her face concealed, you know at once that this is Hermione Granger.

You find a spot close to the middle of the room and begin unpacking your belongings onto the chipped dark wood table - parchment, a quill, a few books. Your hand lingers over the olive cover of the book that Fred had rescued from Matt. Studying was necessary, but you long to be with the Weasley brothers more than ever.

Maybe if you just buckle down and try to get this done early, there will be time for you to find them and show them just how much you appreciate them standing up for you. Your stomach fills with butterflies as the thought of being tangled in their arms floats to the forefront of your mind. Then, with a quick shake of your head the fantasies disappear. If any of that is to happen, then you need to focus. You have to get all of this out of the way.

There was nothing but silence in the room for the next few hours, aside from the occasional turn of a page or scribbling on parchment. Some other students came in and out of the room, but nobody stayed longer than fifteen minutes or so. Hermione’s stack of books was slowly being organized into two sections. You periodically glance up and watch as her full undivided attention was on whichever page she was reading at the time. If only you had even part of the drive that she does, then maybe you wouldn’t even be in this mess to begin with.

Your eyelids are starting to get heavy as you reach the bottom of the parchment with your quill. One more page to go and then that part of Flitwick’s homework assignment is complete. You’re determined, but your stomach is growling loudly. Then it dawned on you that you completely forgot to eat anything this morning after the event with Matthew. It was still early, around 11:30AM, so taking a quick lunch break wouldn’t hurt your progress.

With that thought convincing you, you start packing up your things and stand to leave. You glance one more time at Hermione, who is smiling at you from behind the wall of text books. She lifts her hand and beckons you with a discreet wave. You step to her with your leather brown bag hanging in the front of your legs.

She leans over the pages of an open book as you reach her table. “You’re Y/N, right?” You nod and her smile widens. “You were George’s date to the Yule Ball?”

“Right,” you reply simply, the sound of his name makes your cheeks flush a bit.

“I thought I recognized you,” she says. “He really seems to like you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so..” she trails off as Madam Pince shushes her from across the room. With a softer whisper she continues, “so happy and, I don’t know, open about this kind of thing.”

You shuffle your feet a bit hearing this from Hermione. You know she’s been a long term friend of the Weasleys’, so her input of the twins’ behavior is about as accurate as it can get. Especially from someone this perceptive.

“I like them too,” you blurt out, then try to cover it up with, “George is just great.” They agreed to share you, but not both be public with you. 

Hermione’s brows lower for a moment. “That’s great, really.” She shoots a quick glance at Madam Pince before continuing with, “and if you ever need to talk to someone about them..”

You tilt your head and take a step back. She knows. She really caught that little slip up. Maybe talking to someone perceptive was a bad idea after all. Would Fred and George be upset with you about this? “I have to go,” you mutter with your eyes glued to the floor.

“Listen,” she persists as you turn to leave. She stands and has both hands splayed on the desk as she leans forward. “I’m not going to say a word to anyone, I promise.”

You loosen your grip on your bag and turn your head. It was a lot to keep to yourself, which is something you never really realized before. Being unable to talk to anyone about your feelings about not just one, but two separate boys, did leave you feeling a bit isolated from the rest of Hogwarts.

You meet her eyes and smile. “Thank you.”

With that, you head to the door and push your way into the hall. The foundation of a new friendship was forming, and it made a new fire in your soul ignite at once. Getting another girl’s input on the situation would be enlightening. Though, some details would be much better left locked up in that secret room for only the Weasley brothers and you.

Your wistful excitement is torn away immediately as you turn the corner and see Matthew Starling leaning against the wall. His shaggy blonde hair is covering half of his red boil infested skin which makes you wince on sight. As you retrieve the wand from your pocket, he lurches forward and grabs you by the wrist.

“What in the bloody hell did you do to me?” He yells. His thumb digs into your sensitive soft flesh, making your fingers let go of your wand. It falls with a soft clank to the floor.

“I didn’t do anything to you!” You shriek and attempt to pull away from him. 

His grip tightens around your sore wrist and he jerks his arm forward so that you’re against his chest. Some of the boils over his scowling face were repeatedly popping, puss rolling down his flushed cheeks. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” he hisses between gritted teeth, spit spraying your face.

“I’m not.” You try to fight back the tears as he stares down at you. You aren’t about to sell Fred and George out. The last thing you need is for them to get in trouble for protecting you.

Matthew forcefully pulls at your already extended aching arm again and you let out an audible gasp of pain. He smirks, admiring your terrified expression, then spins and slams you against the wall. The impact forces all of the air from your lungs. He keeps you pinned between himself and the stone, stopping you from fully catching your breath.

“What’s wrong?” He growls. “Don’t like when I touch you anymore?”

You struggle against his weight while staring up into his snake-like eyes. Your stomach twists with fear and disgust as he lowers his distorted and slimy face, his lips inches away from yours.

Then you hear a voice echoing out at once, “petrificus totalus!”

There is a flash of light, then Matthew immediately goes stiff as a board and falls back to the floor with a thud. Your head is spinning and your sight is still going into focus, when two arms wrap around you. At first you go to fight the figure, until you recognize that familiar earthy cologne.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” George coos and strokes your hair. “We’ve got you.” You collapse against him and take a sharp breath of relief. Tears pool in your eyes and flood down your cheeks.

“You’re absolutely mental,” Fred yells and you hear his foot meet Matthew’s stomach. “You’re bloody lucky I didn’t bother using,” a pause and he gave another kick. “The crucio curse.” A third grunt came from Matthew. “On your pathetic excuse of a-”

“That’s enough!” A girl yells from the end of the corridor. Even with your face still pressing against George’s sweater, you recognize it as Hermione.

“I’m not done with him,” Fred chokes out in anger. His face is bright red with rage and he gives the blonde boy on the floor another swift kick. “You just wait until I am, you’ll be begging for -”

“Stop,” Hermione demands and wedges herself in between them. “I understand you’re upset but-”

“Upset?” George laughs out in disbelief. “He fucking assaulted Y/N.”

“I know,” she explains quickly. “But the last thing you both need is to be expelled.”

“I’m willing to go to Azkaban at this point,” Fred snaps.

You pull out of George’s arms and yell, “no!”

“That’s not what she needs,” Hermione explains. “She needs you both, here, at school with her.”

Fred looks at you and his face drops. His white knuckled grip on his wand loosens and he steps over the now bloody mouthed Matthew Starling. He takes your hands gently, his eyes scanning where the skin on your wrist is raw and tender. His expression hardens, and he swiftly turns on his heel and charges Matt.

Instead of throwing another punch, he kneels down next to him and grabs a fist full of his hair. “Look at me,” he hisses. The boy’s blue irises dart up from the floor and into Fred’s. “If you ever come near our girl again, I promise you that boils will be the last of your worries.” Matt’s eyes widened.

George places a hand on your lower back and steps forward. “We will make sure that even your parents won’t even recognize you once we are done.”

Fred smiles coldly, “and that’s a promise.” He drops Matt’s head to the floor and gets to his feet.

Hermione winces as she steps over the boy. She walks to you, worry written all over her face. “Are you okay?”

You wrap your arms around Fred and nod, your eyes still burn from the salty tears staining your cheeks. There were so many words you wish you could say to all of them. If they hadn’t stepped in, who knows what Matt would have done. Your skin crawls with the thought of his blistered lips on yours.

“Can we go?” You ask while looking up at Fred. 

He smiles and strokes your hair. “Of course.”

Hermione offers to clean up the Matthew situation so that you and the Weasley brothers can leave.

They both have their hands on you the entire time when walking through the halls and the passageways. There is still silence between all of you, even when curled up between them in that small bed with the fireplace burning nearby. The tears eventually stop falling when the shock of the events finally completely dissipates. You are thankful for Fred. For George. For Hermione, your new found friend.

You take their warmth and allow it to warm even the coldest part of your heart, which is still partially fearful of what Matthew might do next.

But you know, if he has any sense in him, that he will take the Weasley brothers’ threat seriously.

You are, after all, their girl.

[karahofthedawn]

that was *chef’s kiss* perfect!! thank youu thank youuu

You're welcome! It was fun to write!! I'm always down for new ideas.

So glad you enjoyed.