So I genuinely don’t remember much about the twins in canon, but I have this general idea (possibly controversial) that the entirety of the character depth and specific personalities that we associate with either brother are solely informed through decades of fanfic writing and community. Like, George being the quieter, more sensitive twin. Or Fred being the twin that is more likely to “act now, think later.” I love the dynamics, and, though I love them both and switch back and forth, I’m definitely a George girlie. But from what I remember in the books, the twins are kinda just a caricature of the concept of “twins.” Thoughts???
Hi love! Yes i definitely agree with you that most of their individual characteristics have been forged through fanfics whilst in the books they really are simply ‘twins’. I think there were definitely examples of them having slight differences, like George offering help to Harry with his trunk and Fred sometimes being the slightly more outspoken ‘voice’, but the contrast is minimal. I may be wrong, but I’m sure that Fred has a lot more spoken dialogue and mentions across the books, which fuels that idea of him being more outspoken, being that he’s mentioned more and thus perceived as the dominant twin. I think the narrative that George is softer is simply because he’s mentioned second, and perhaps less, than Fred which became its own construct when the fanfics got a hold of the idea!
I think the movies are what truly created the discourse that the fanfics have taken and ran with, mostly because James and Oliver have both different personalities and characteristics that make their version of the twins separate entities. For example in the movies, Fred often speaks first where George speaks second, giving more explanation. Like in GOF with the portkey scene. Oliver’s George often looks slightly softer, where James plays into Fred’s total mischief, giving them a slight contrast. I’m thinking the tent scene in GOF for example, where Fred legit smirks when Mr Weasley begins to panic about it not being the Irish at the Q World Cup. There’s also a few scenes where Fred looks slightly aggressive or unimpressed (like the GIF below or OOTP), which seems to set them apart slightly in how we read them. That may not be the correct way of describing the ‘look’, but I can think of a few scenes where Fred’s expression is harder than George’s.
For me as a writer, often writing them both, I’ve definitely forged my own HC about them, most notably the differences between them. I wanted them both to have their own distinct voices and relationship styles, though still keeping enough similarities that they feel true to the original characters.
I may be wrong, but that’s my take on it! (Clearly I have a lot of thoughts here and I apologise for the mini essay). I’m intrigued to hear other opinions!
Imagine dating the Weasley twins and them being so infatuated with you that there’s a framed photo of you with the title ‘employee of the month’ proudly displayed above the till in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.
HI EME! it's me again,hi and hello,of course I'm gonna another twin fix but a different set of twins involved this time,and of course as per usual it's always gonna Vulnera era,my favorite fix you have made (thank you for making it,I love it,to the point it's not love rather a obsession I can't stop. HAHHAHAHA and that's not even exaggerating).
Back to my ask,it's about Fin and Griff,the two rebellious twins,who clear as day and fresh water took after their twin father's. I want them to be in the same fate,HAHAHHA,like them falling for the same girl in their house. But this time,unlike George and Fred,they don't tell each other that they like the girl,rather,keep it to themselves because they just be possissive like that(seen the actions from their fathers,whenever a man gets to close to their mother,either in public or even at their own family members,HAHHAHAHA).
They don't tell each other,and when summer break comes,their father of course,as father's. Ask about girls,and if any of them like someone,and of course Fred and George ask it at dinner time. And when the two miniature twins,Said the same name at the same time (I kinda like the name,Jiovanna,I don't know why but I low-key like it. But,still,you're making the fanfic,you're choice. I'm grateful for you,and take care)
Back to the asks again,HAHHAHAHA. the twins start arguing,I don't know how to write a arguement scene,but,the ending is. That both walk out,the other twin goes to their share room and the other just goes to the closed shop go take a few breaths. And of course,the reader tells Fred and George to talk to them each,and find a way to solve it
You write the extra scenes, because I really don't know how to write compromising and arguing scenes. It will just end up being corny, HAHAHAHAHHA.
When they both cooled off,they made a deal,they'll be sharing the girl. And end up the same fate as Fred and George. Time skip to Hogwarts,they ask the girl out,extra scene ,extra scene,you want to add. The boys end up dating her,and,of course. At the end,they end up together,cuddling with her in bed,fast asleep. They both talk saying,"good thing we shared,dad and dad,just know what to do huh?" All that yaddy yadda,extra scene,extra scene. HHAHAHAHAH that's over all the end,and the end of the story,it's you and the twins,all smiling and talking,while you hold your new born Weasley in your arms. As you watch the twins,throw snowballs at each other,with their girlfriend who came with them on winter break.
Thank you for noticing this ask, Eme. I'm so sorry it's so long,and it's probably not even a drabble from how long it's gonna end up,but it's ok if you don't wanna do it. It's totally fine,I'm just giving out my suggestions to you. LOVE YOU GIRL! YOURE FOREVER ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE! BYE EME,GET WELL SOON! SENDING GOOD HEALTH AND STRENGTH! MORE HEARTS! 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
My love, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get this back to you. You know how greatly I appreciate your love and support and I feel awful that I haven't completed this before now. I'm finally happy with the way this turned out and can't wait for you to read it. Thank you again for all your love and support, it truly means the world to me! Sending a huge amount of love as always, enjoy!! Em 🖤🖤
2.3.k.- Mentions of pregnancy, babies, throuple, polyamory, polyamorous dynamics. History repeats itself. Reader is just trying to survive having 5 of Fred and George's children. Mild angst and mild swearing, teenage angst.
Please note, this fic is a one-shot based upon my series 'Vulnera Sanentur', a 14 part series loosely following the events of DHP1&2 + the epilogue.
This piece can be read alone, though it follows on from another one shot entitled 'Vulnera Repetere', which may give more context.
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Vulnera Repetere
Fred, George and Reader have 5 children. Aurora (Rory), Twins Finn and Griffon, Henry and a newborn.
Vulnera Redire
"Griffon Frederick Weasley, slow down or you're going to choke!" You say as you watch your son practically gulping his food down. He mumbles a brief 'sorry mum' with a mouthful of food which makes you cringe but he does slow down slightly after the warning.
"Ooh full name," Finn smirks from beside him, delighting in his brother being scolded. He coughs as Griff elbows him in the shoulder, knocking the fork out of his hand which clatters onto the plate loudly.
He at least has the decency to look guilty, though you know from years of experience that he's not even slightly remorseful, much too like his fathers in that respect.
"When are the dads gonna be done?" Rory asks, grimacing at her brother's eating as she forks her own meal.
"The dads?" You ask with a smile, amused by the phrase. She smiles a little shyly and simply shrugs.
"I'm getting a little old to call daddy, well, daddy. So it's dad and dad but that's just confusing."
"Funny that, I don't think they've invited another word for the second dad yet. If mum had only chosen one," Finn snarks.
"Hilarious, maybe I'd have had less children," you bite back, scooping another helping into Henry's plate.
"Not like we know which one's our actual dad anyway," Griff says, somewhat grumpily. You pick up on his tone instantly, so different from the joking that the other kids had used.
"Does it matter?" You ask, appearing neutral though you felt that tightening in your chest that this would erupt into something else, something deeper and unexplainable.
"No," Griff says quickly, looking up to give you a sheepish smile, knowing that he's toed a line. "Just making a point, but I lost the point of it."
"Maybe we should just call them Gred and Forge now we're older, that's their names right?" Finn says, looking much too like Fred in his smirk.
"What about mum?" Griff adds in delight.
"Well she's just mum."
"Oh charming!" You say, raising your eyebrows at your children.
"No! I mean we only have one you," Finn back peddles, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"Hmmm," you say, holding back a smile.
"So how's school?" You ask, gently steering the conversation away from your unconventional relationship.
"Rory's got a boyfriend!" Griffon shouts much too enthusiastically. You try to not react, as to not set her off.
"Griffon!" She shouts back with wide outraged eyes. "It's none of your business!"
"You're my sister, and he's a tosser, it is my business!"
"I'm your older sister, it's definitely none of your business!"
"What difference does that make?!"
"And he is a tosser," Finn backs up his twin.
"I think that's enough," you say gently. "I'm sure he's lovely."
"You don't know him mum," Griff says, earning a slice of bread being thrown at him across the table from Rory.
"I should have been a magizoologist," you grumble, shaking your head.
"What about you two? Any one special, seeing as you're so concerned with Aurora's love life."
"Only one girl for me," Finn says proudly whilst Griffin whips his head around, clearly new to this news too.
"You don't have a girlfriend!"
"Not yet," Finn smirks, taking a swig of his drink.
"Who is it?" Rory asks in disbelief. "You actually found a girl stupid enough to be with you? Is she partially sighted?"
"Aurora Rose!”
“She’s not wrong,” Griffon chimes in, realising only a second later that he’d inadvertently offended himself too.
“She’s the fittest girl in school, liked her for ages,” Finn says proudly.
“Hardly, you used to fancy Polly whatsername,” Rory snorts. You cast a glance at Henry who’s watching with eager anticipation, not knowing a single person they’re talking about but wanting to be included anyway.
“That ship sailed long ago,” Finn grumbles, casting a glance at his brother. “Now it’s…”
“Well she’s not fitter than J!” “It’s J!”
Silence follows for a few unbroken moments before chaos erupts. Like a coin had been flipped, the silence is immediately broken by loud angry voices talking over each other, most of their sentences mirrored by the other with perfect synchronicity like their fathers.
“She’s mine!” Both boys say at the same time, growing ever more defensive as they each proclaim their interest in the same girl.
You know you need to shut this down before it turns truly ugly but you’re lost on how. You remember how intensely you’d felt about Fred and George at their age, you still felt the same, but unlike other adults you were not dismissive of their emotions and the relationships they formed at school, knowing that the wizarding world and their boarding situation lead to stronger bonds and therefore more intense feelings.
“You git!”
“Why would she ever look at you? I-.”
You don’t get the chance to say anything before Finn is suddenly marching away from the dinner table, ever the hot-headed one of the two. You cast a look at Griffon who seems to be toying with the idea of following his brother but thinks better of it, instead standing and marching up to his bedroom in the opposite direction of his brother.
“Remind me never to ask again,” you mumble absently, turning back towards Henry to make sure he was okay after the raised voices.
“Wasn’t your fault mum,” Rory says. You shoot her a small smile as you stand, clearing the boys plates from the table with a long sigh.
“It happened again!" Finn says as he bursts into the back 'invention' room of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes where both of his dads are sitting tinkering with new products. Both men look half concerned and half shocked by the sudden intrusion, leaning more towards concern as they look at the devastated expression on their oldest son's face.
"It happened again!" He repeats, throwing his arms up in the air.
"What happened?" George asks with concern, placing his wand down on the desk.
"Sorry, wrong dad," Finn huffs, turning his attention towards Fred.
"It happened again!"
"You realise I'm the one with two ears right? Heard you before," Fred says with a gentle smirk, trying to diffuse the building tension as his son starts to look more irate, enjoying the roll of George's eyes.
"It happened again!"
"Heard you the first three times, what happened?"
"Me and Griff, we like the same girl!"
"What happened to Polly?" Fred asks with a frown.
"Polly as in Polly-Molly, bossiest woman to exist since grandma?"
"Polly-amory not for you then?" Fred jokes.
"To think you've made a career out of being funny and that's the best you can do," Finn shakes his head as he throws himself down onto the spare stool in the corner of the room.
"Griff overheard her talking about Albus to some Slytherins, not very nice things by all accounts and he dumped her," Finn explains, rubbing his hands together as he stares down at them.
"Go Griff," George praises absently, half listening to the conversation he's not sure he's part of.
"Yeah so everything was fine until J got fit."
"Happened overnight, did it?" Fred states cheekily, now opting to blatantly wind up his son rather than be of any actual help.
"Might as-well have," Finn mumbles.
Later on that night after apologies had been mumbled and sibling relationships had been smoothed over, a moment so normal in their life but so significant to their future catches the attention of the younger twins.
Their parents on the sofa, one dad with his arm around their mum whilst she feeds the baby whilst their daddy covers her legs in a blanket, placing a cup of tea down on the table for her. A kiss is placed to her forehead, a hand placed delicately on her thigh whilst the other set of hands gently squeeze her shoulder soothingly. It’s inconspicuous, unremarkable to most but there’s something in that moment that resonates with the boys. It’s so natural, the way the three of them operate together, like three puzzle pieces that fit perfectly in place, three cogs that work perfectly together. It works as two, but not quite as efficiently, not on the same level that the three of them together do.
It’s in that moment that the brothers share a look, realising the very real possibility of what could be.
“Your parents make it work,” J says as she looks between the twins with a hopeful look, paying close attention to Griffon who is sporting the hint of a frown. It’s past curfew, naturally, and the three had snuck down to the black lake to discuss their options after the tense week they’d faced since admitting their feelings to one another.
“They work at it, dad told me it's not always easy but it's worth it,” Finn says, bending down to throw a stone into the lake.
“Which one's your dad again?” The girl asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Two ears, the one who looks most like Finn,” Griff says, hardly able to tear his eyes away from the beautiful girl before him, thinking that she’d never looked better than she did right now in the glow of the moon.
“I don't know how your mum does it, your dads look completely identical,” she says with a shake of her head.
“As opposed to us, who look nothing alike?” Finn smirks.
“Clearly I'm the better looking one though,” Griff adds.
“You're both gorgeous, and both idiots,” she retorts with a laugh, laughing even more as they both pretend to tackle her. There’s a moment that follows between the three of them, quiet and unassuming and yet poignant, where the three of them look at each other and know that there would be no choosing. It simply wasn’t an option, just like the three that had gone before them blazing a trail so they could follow. It would be the three of them together.
“Think they'll make it work?” George asks from beside you, all three of you crowded around the kitchen sink as you watch your twins and their girlfriend playing in the snow during winter break. She was a lovely girl, polite and friendly, you were already quite fond of her. She kept the boys in line, mostly, and she reminded you of yourself at that age, a wondrous thing.
“Who knows, don't think anyone expected us to work out,” you say absently, watching as the three of them construct a snowman with Henry in the garden.
“Yeah well now look at us,” George smirks, turning his attention towards you and the new baby you were cradling in your arms.
“I don't think anyone doubted us to be honest,” Fred says gently, suddenly sounding wise and sentimental.
“You never know, maybe one day they'll be standing exactly where we are watching their own twins falling in love with the same girl,” Fred adds, his eyes blazing at the thought.
“You make it sound like a generational curse, to be honest with the mischief you two have caused I wouldn't question it,” you snark, reaching out to stroke back the little tuft of hair tickling the baby's face.
“You’re forgetting something sweet girl, you married us,” Fred croons, pulling you closer to him.
“You're stuck with us,” George mimics him, both of them enclosing you.
“You secretly love the mischief, I know you do,” Fred says cockily, teasingly, always with that trademark smirk.
“And we love you.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it, Weasley.”
“You mean our newborn baby in your arms isn't enough evidence? How many children do we need to give you woman for you to realise we’re absolutely infatuated with you? Or rather, how many times do we need to knock you up for you to realise you love the chaos? An entire quidditch team of mischievous Weasleys that remind you of your husbands?”
“Only two more and we’d have our own team,” George adds, smiling down at you when you look up from under your lashes at him with a mock glare.
“This one is still fresh out of the oven and you’re already thinking of more?” You ask with a tone of disbelief as you look at both of your husbands.
“Thinking of trying for them at least,” Fred smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.
You roll your eyes but you can’t hide the smile that graces your face, not having a comeback for him. Instead you turn your attention back to the kids in the garden, your husbands doing the same as the tension lingers between you all.
You grimace as you see two of them snogging against the newly built snowman, grabbing at each other with their gloves and layers blocking them.
“Well that’s enough to put anyone off,” Fred says, pulling a similar face of absolute disgust at the sight.
“Reckon the hose pipe has frozen up? I’ve half a mind to do it,” George says, earning a chuckle from you.
“As long as the layers stay on, I don’t care. There’s no way I’m being made a grandma already.”
“Not when we’ve still got two more to have ourselves. Weasleys’ Wizard Weaslings,” Fred says, eyes looking delighted at his own joke. George snorts and you fight to hold back a laugh at the ridiculousness of his suggestion.
“They could wear orange and purple, and advertise the shop on their robes.”
“You’re going to buy 7 broomsticks and all the robes and equipment?” You ask doubtfully, shifting on the spot gently as the baby in your arms begins to fuss.
“Only the best for my Weaslings,” Fred beams.
George grumbles beside you, his hand slipping from your hip, apparently having been keeping an eye on the throuple outside much more closely than you and Fred had been.
Send me your Weasley Twins thoughts!! I would love to do a bit of a Q&A, have a little chat, listen to some opinions (the controversial the better!) about our boys 🧡💜
I’m trying to catch up on my requests and I’m feeling very inspired, ready to dive back into writing my favourite men. I’d love to hear from you all 🖤
What’s your favourite scene? Your favourite line? Who’s a dom and who’s a sub? Is the long hair their best look? Yes. Is Angelina a greedy bitch? Anything you wish they’d added from the book? Send me all your thoughts!!
I’m not sure if anyone else will see the vision but I feel like Fred and George give Gomez Addams vibes here and there. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it but idk, I just needed to tell someone because I can imagine them saying something about how it’d be blissful if you tried to throw an axe at them or whatever 😭
Hi love! Yes! Omg yes this is so them! They’d 100% love their partner’s spirit, completely without thought to any and all consequences or danger, just blind faith in their person. It’s mischief and chaos personified. They’d be so devoted to their person and encourage all their weird little interests, especially if it relates back to them in some way. I actually wrote this piece a while ago for a request which presented them as the Gomez Addams type, which I love.
Endlessly supportive, unashamedly in love, equal partnership and respect, playful and completely devoted? Sign me the fuck up.
Plus, Gomez Addams is actual goals for me. I actually have him and Morticia tattooed so I feel very strongly on this topic haha! 🖤
Hiya I don’t usually comment much but in this case I absolutely had to! I just finished No Good Deed and it left me speechless. You really came through for the George girls with that one🤭 Jokes aside I fell in love with your writing style AND with the way you characterize everyone so perfectly??! I’m curious to know if you’re planning on writing more George x Reader series or just more about George in general. Have an absolutely amazing day!!🩷
Hi Anon! Thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say and I’m so sorry for taking so long to reply!! I’m so pleased you enjoyed the story, I had a lot of fun writing it. Definitely more George coming but it’s more one-shots and requests rather than full series at the moment. I hope you have an amazing day and thank you again for your very kind words 🖤
I don't know if you're currently accepting applications; if not, I'm very sorry to bother you
But lately on TikTok I've seen a lot of compilations of babies coming out to greet their parents when they get home from work, and I found it so sweet. I need something of the Weasley twins being greeted by their baby, even though they literally work downstairs.
English is not my language and I don't know if I made myself clear
Hi Anon! Sorry this has taken so long to complete for you, I hope you enjoy! 🖤
2.k.- mentions of pregnancy, kids, marriage, polyamoryish, dual marriage, fluff, tooth rotting love. Slight breeding kink if you squint at the end. George and Fred and reader have a daughter (unnamed).
Not Easy
You couldn't exactly categorise your life choices as easy. Sure, falling in love with your best friends had been as easy as breathing, as natural and effortless and growing taller but it hadn't exactly been easy. Being their best friend was exactly the easiest choice either, especially not if you were trying to keep your head down and actually took your education seriously but somehow you'd managed to accomplish both. You'd fallen in love with two men in equal amounts, torn and divided between the two at first before accepting that you would never be able to choose between them. The three of you had accepted that you would be completely entwined and with a little research and a lot of courage, you'd blazed a trail and forged your own path in life, committing to each other as a three. There were doubts, whispers, cruel misunderstandings that lay ahead of you but there was also a lot of support from the people that truly understood, that truly saw the love between the three of you. It hadn't been easy.
Setting up a joke shop and keeping it booming during a war, then in the recession that followed and then what you were affectionately calling the 'renaissance of the wizarding world' once life had settled into a new normal. It hadn't been easy.
Moving in with your boyfriends, reckoning up sleeping arrangements and trying to remain equal in your affection and spending time with them once you were no longer restricted by a school timetable or by parental involvement wasn't an easy thing to do. Boundaries were crossed, jealously flared and very occasionally there were arguments around favouritism and even once an admittance of doubt whether the relationship could actually work.
But you persisted, realising that you were over complicating matters by over thinking. Nobody needed set days, nobody should feel guilty for needing some time alone or some time with the person they loved one to one, there would be no guilt, no separate bed and no scheduling, you'd just default back to exact as it had always been. The three of you.
Uncomplicated in the most primal way, it wouldn't even be you and Fred VS you and George, it would be the three of you. Sure Fred and George loved each other in a brotherly, twin kind of way but they both loved you. It wasn't a competition it was a team. That part was easy.
You'd gotten married, to both, finding a loophole in the magical law for special cases such as yours where the bond between the three of you was considered to be one of ancient magic. Easy in principle, harder in reality. But it had been worth it, you were happier than ever and the marriage that came out of that wedding was perfectly easy.
And then three became four. For a brief moment at one of your appointments there was the chance of five, but luckily for everyone involved the twin gene had not passed on this time and instead you were blessed with one perfect little baby. Paternity didn't matter, it couldn't be determined who was the father regardless due to their genetics and so both became equal fathers, not half of one but two whole daddy's to a very lucky little girl.
Loving your daughter was perhaps the easiest thing you'd done in life. It was primal, biological, set deep within your soul to love this little one. Motherhood was hard no doubt but it was worth it, loving her was the easy part. Your life was everything you'd ever wanted, every dream had come true that you'd had since the days of having a girlish crush on the two boys that made you laugh in class and the boys you could barely take your eyes off at meal times.
What you hadn't factored it however, in your grand plan of your life was that you were having a child with Fred and George Weasley. That your child would be an accumulation of both of them, regardless of the biological paternity. She'd had the same mischievous glint in her eyes practically from birth, her needs and her ways keeping you on your toes. As the months drew on and she began developing her personality, it was clear to everyone that she had almost certainly taken after her fathers in her love of chaos and mischief.
Daddy and Dada were unquestionably her favourite people on the planet. You weren't sure at first that she actually knew there were two of them and not just one that seemed to be everywhere she looked but it appeared not when she developed a preference for George. It then flipped to Fred after two weeks of her demanding George and then it had settled into being both of them respectively.
Unfortunately for you, the mixture of her personality and her preference for her dads meant that at all hours of the day you were acting as guardian of the door that lead between your apartment and the shop. Practically as soon as little miss could crawl, she was determined to make her way towards the door in a great escape style plan and it didn't take long to figure out why she was so desperate to escape the plush comfort of your apartment that held literally everything a baby could need.
Daddy and Dada were downstairs.
Living above the shop had been an easy decision, the 'commute' as Fred called it was blissfully short, they were on hand for an emergency, and of course they owned the entire building so it was a natural choice of living situation. And it was easy, until little miss started understanding that her daddies were just a staircase away. One or both would often pop in multiple times a day to check in and for cuddles that they said recharged them for the rest of the day. They'd come back to have lunch with you both and they'd often steal her away to proudly show off to the customers, which she always delighted in. She loved the shop, the sights and the sounds elicited delighted squeals and belly giggles that were your favourite sound in the world.
So on those slow days when it was just you and little miss, after the morning trips out or during rainy days when you didn't want to leave the comfort of your home, she often got a little impatient for her daddies to reappear. She's make for the door, announcing her demand that she wanted one or the other of them and try with all her might to get to them. She never cried, never showed displeasure in being with you but she was certainly frustrated that she couldn't open the door herself. When she started pulling herself up into furniture, the pre-walking stage before she took her first steps, you suspected it was all done so that she could eventually reach the door handle.
It had been a long day. George and Fred were busier than ever after launching a new range of products and the whirlwind that always followed their releases. George had made a quick stop to come visit you both late morning, stopping for only a few minutes to kiss you both and to check in. He said Fred would follow as soon as he could catch a break but it had never materialised, he just hadn't found the time. The weather was miserable and you weren't up to leaving the flat, so you'd done activities with little miss all day, the afternoon dragging on even after her very short and very reluctant nap.
Around 3pm you noticed her getting antsy. No longer placated by her toys and books, no longer distracted by the activities you were doing, you noticed her gaze drifting to the door in front increasing amounts. She'd cried when George had left to go back to work and you knew she would only get upset if you took her downstairs to see them and then take her away after a while, plus it really wasn't fair when they were so busy to distract them.
You offered her snacks, did some messy play and then an early bath to kill some time but you could tell she wasn't truly placated.
And then the sound of footsteps on the staircase alerted your attention, and you knew it had captured the attention of your daughter. You held her in your arms and walked towards the living room where she could see the door and watched as her hands began flapping in sheer delight as the footsteps got louder. You could barely hold her as she started wiggling in your arms, so desperate to see her daddies that she was practically jumping in your hold.
The first sight of bright red hair had her squealing in delight and you changed your hold on her to pass her along, grabbing her under the arms to hold her out.
You burst out laughing as you watched her gleefully squealing for her daddies and so desperate to get to them that she was running mid-air, her legs frantically cycling as if she's been running all her life as you hold her out for your husband. Fred scoops her up dramatically, laughing with her as she spins with him, her little hands grabbing at the collar of his jacket.
It's one of those moments that you stop for a moment to allow it to sink into your forever memories, the kind of moment you want to remember with exact detail on your death bed. Fred catches your eye and winks, smiling at you before focusing his attention on the little girl in his arms that demands his entire attention. You feel yourself flood with love as you look upon the scene, falling in love all over again with Fred by the way he's so effortlessly a wonderful dad.
A hand at your hip makes you jump, so transfixed by the scene before you that you'd entirely forgotten about your other husband.
He plants a kiss on your head from above, his hand resting on your hip as he smiles down at you, happy to hang back a second before inevitably reclaiming his place by his daughter.
"Long day?" He asks gently, rubbing your side as you both watch Fred spinning your daughter faster and faster in his arms.
"Better now," you say, leaning into him and allowing yourself to feel the fatigue you'd tried to ignore.
And then George is spotted by a pair of eyes much similar to your own. Her squeals begin again as she frantically reaches for her other dad with a much enthusiasm as she had Fred, her little fingers desperately reaching out for him. He chuckles, patting your bum as he steps away to reach for his daughter. Slightly exhausted from Fred's movements, she quickly settles into George, tired from her day of playing and the warm bubbly bath, he rests her head against his shoulder, sinking into him. Much like you, she sees the extra softness in George that Fred has a little less of and cuddles into him without any hesitation. He kisses her hair, nuzzling into the small tuft of suspiciously red hair that looks much like his own in tone, no doubt smelling beautifully fresh from her bath.
Fred moves toward you now, pulling you into his arms with a not so gentle tug, throwing his arms around you to squeeze playfully.
"Missed you," he mumbles against your hair, making you smile into the material of his suit jacket.
"Not as much as she's missed you," you joke, looking up at him with such warmth you can practically feel it exuding from you. He chuckles, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"It's not easy being away from you both all day," he admits quietly, stated with such honesty that it sounds like a confession. "It's not easy but it's all worth it when I walk through the door. I don't know what I'll do once she stops being so excited to see us like that."
"Hmm," you say, shifting to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "Maybe a dog?"
"Or we knock you up again," George suggests cheekily as he steps closer, inserting himself and the snuggly little girl into the conversation.
"Excellent idea," Fred says with a devilish smirk as he reaches out for you to pull you closer into his chest, "let's start now."
Hi anon! I'm so sorry it's taken so long to get back to you, this ask got buried in my many, many requests. Here are my thoughts, and entirely my own opinion, feel free to disagree, I’d love to hear your thoughts!
I definitely had an older Fred Weasley in mind for this because I feel that it’s something he would grow into over time, definitely post-Hogwarts but maybe even post-war because he lived.
My own HC is that Fred is naturally a playful, soft dominant, it's just his nature. He's cheeky and endlessly teasing whilst being the one who's typically always in control. He thrives off the power he has over you because of the pleasure it gives you. It's a pride thing really, knowing that he can rip such sounds and sights from you that he's addicted to it. Endlessly mischievous.
He guides, instructs and commands with almost equal softness because he knows you respond to that much better than straight command or punishment. He's intimidating enough with his sheer size and strength that the natural power play between you tips in his favour without needing total control. The only none negotiable is that you are his, and that cannot be threatened.
But
At his core, beneath the playful demeanour and the appearance of control, he's a complete simp. He's completely smitten, completely in love and has absolutely no desire to hide that fact. This naturally translates to a man who thrives knowing that you're his both in the bedroom and out, the possessive side of him as natural as breathing. This fact often presents as taking control and reminding you that you're his. But very occasionally, he shows that he's actually more of a switch in that he's so desperate for you, for your touch, for your attention that he becomes entirely submissive to your actions.
Sometimes the burden of responsibility is too much for him. He doesn't want to think, he just wants to feel. He needs your touch like it's a lifeline and quite honestly he'd agree to anything, do anything just to feel you on him. He's softer then, not as intimidating or as powerful as he usually is, just a man willing to give you anything you need in the hopes you'll reciprocate in giving him pleasure too. Surrendering control isn't easy, sometimes he has to be handled carefully, easing him back into submitting when his control flares after being teased mercilessly which is almost certainly karma for his previous actions.
He secretly loves edging, though he denies the fact in the moment when he's frustrated and writhing beneath you emitting the most desperate, pitiful sounds as you deny him over and over. But when you finally allow him to cum, in that moment when everything else ceases to exist and that white hot heat permeates throughout his entire body, when he cums so hard that he's not in control over a single inch of his body, he's beyond words. He erupts like he's been storing it, his orgasm acting like a confession, like absolution for his previous mischief. He floats away with a look of complete bliss on his face and you know then that he loves it. Loves to drag things out, to be occasionally denied and to submit to you.
You know he likes to see you take control. He encourages it actually, his eyes watching you like he can't believe you're real. He loves you in all forms but this, this is something else entirely. This is a version of you that only he gets to see, that only he gets to experience and if that isn't enough to make him light headed then there's nothing else that would do it. He praises you endlessly, telling you how good you are, how sexy you are, but it's done in such a way that is a completely juxtaposition from how he praises when he's in control. It's not said in reaction, or as praise for you following his orders, it's said because he can't help himself. You can pull any thought out of his head when you look at him with those eyes, give him that look.
He's not crazy about being praised in the traditional submissive way. He doesn't want to hear he's a good boy, but you can always launch him closer to the edge by telling him how good he's making you feel. It's about you in that situation, about your pleasure, and knowing that he's making you feel good, that he's the one that has your eyes rolling back and your mouth unable to close is enough to have him on the edge.
But, and it's a big one, this power play, the side of him that occasionally breaks through the outer surface is strictly kept in the bedroom. It's a secret shared between the two of you. It's his secret reset button encircled in a boundary of trust between the two of you and he does not allow anyone except from you to see that vulnerability. Everyone knows he's pathetically in love, always has been, that part he couldn't care less about because knows he is. But this is different, this is yours. Your secret sub.
