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SFW

• You’re never alone. One twin is always within eyesight or earshot: if you go to Hogsmeade, both of them accompany you; if you study in the library, one just so happens to need a book for his homework (which is obviously a lie, knowing the pair’s aversion to study) while the other ushers you to a table with enough seats for all three of you.

• They rewrite your social circle without you noticing, too. Friends who flirt or take up too much of your time transfer classes, get detention constantly, or just stop talking to you. When you complain or express frustration at their distancing themselves from you, the boys always have a sympathetic ear: “he wasn’t a good friend for you anyway, love.”

• Gifts are constant and personalized to an unnerving degree: a scarf that warms only when you’re thinking of them, a journal whose pages refill with notes in their handwriting, a potion that lets you dream of the three of you together.

• They finish each other’s sentences when talking about you. “She looked so pretty—” “—in that skirt. Yeah, I noticed.” It’s cute until you realize they discuss everything about you in together, almost brainstorming your very existence.

• Public displays are non-negotiable, with Fred. He’ll sling an arm around you in the Great Hall, kiss your temple in front of everyone, and glare at anyone whose eyes linger too long or who looks uncomfortable at the PDA. “What are you looking at, twerp?”

• Fred is also the one who hexes people who get too close. When a Slytherin who asked you to Slughorn’s party is suddenly covered in boils the next morning, Fred just shrugs innocently and blames “bad luck.”

• Fred loves carrying you— a piggyback through the corridors, bridal-style on the Quidditch pitch after he wins…

• George, however, learns your routines better than you do. He knows when you’ll be cold and has a warmed cloak ready; knows when you’re stressed and slips a Calming Draught into your pumpkin juice at breakfast.

• He also a secret box of your things: a lost hair clip, the quill you chewed during exams, a napkin you doodled on. He and Fred add to it together like collectors…perverted little collectors.

• George’s retaliation against those he deems a threat to your perfect trio are subtle but devastating. For example, a Hufflepuff who kept lending you their notes with a sheepish grin finds that their owl now only delivers hate-mail. George never admits a thing, using his big doe eyes on you when you wonder aloud what happened.

• Kidnapping isn’t off the table, but they’d make it feel like a holiday: a choice rather than a hostage situation. “We just want you fed and happy— come stay at the Burrow for Christmas, at least. Mum wants to see you,” George would say. “Plus, we don’t like the way your family treat you…” Fred would add.

• Anyone who genuinely upsets you or threatens your trio disappears from Hogwarts entirely. The story is always “family emergency” or “expelled for using magic outside of school.” Fred and George are like a rumour mill, so this comes in handy when they want certain people to become persona non grata.

NSFW

• Possession is physical as much as emotional. The twins love leaving marks— hickeys, faint handprints on your hips, bites that tingle for days so you’re always aware of them.

• They take turns, but it’s rare that they’re not both present when you’re fucking. One might actually take you, while the other watches whispering praise and commands. Most of the time, though, they’ll take you together in perfect sync. It’s never bothered them that they’re brothers: they consider themselves two sides of the same coin; they share everything, including you. If they’re not both there, then there’s no jealousy, it’s just seen as something one or both of them needs to do.

• Good behavior gets rewarded lavishly; attempts to deny intimacy earn creative reminders of who you belong to that leave you unable to play Quidditch for days.

•You spend hours afterward cuddling as they coo about how well you took them (remember, they’re at least six foot four, so they’re BIG), making sure you know they only push you that far because they love you so much and want you to enjoy everything to the limit.

• Fred is the rougher and more teasing of the two. Loves pinning your wrists, bending you over desks in empty classrooms, or pressing you against corridor walls for quick, breathless make out sessions where anyone could walk by.

• Dirty talk is loud and filthy: “Look at you, taking him so well… bet the whole castle can hear how much you love us.”

• Fred’s absolute favorite thing is fucking you in the Quidditch locker room after everyone’s gone, your Gryffindor scarf still on, blouse pulled open and skirt hiked up above your hips as they celebrate their victory in a…unique way.

• George is more intense; more carnal. He prefers missionary so he can stare you down, gripping your face so you can’t look away from him. If you’re difficult, he’ll tie you to the bed with enchanted ropes that tighten if you struggle too much, edging you for hours while murmuring how perfect you are.

• He’s also obsessed with eye contact and confessions. Won’t let you finish around him until you say out loud that you belong to them— both of them — forever.

• Their favorite shared activityis overwhelming you completely: one in your mouth, one inside you, hands everywhere, whispering synchronized praise.

• They compete lightly over who can make you come hardest, but it always ends with both of them curled around you, kissing every inch of skin and promising no one else will ever touch you like this.