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wook77I have no idea where this came from as it originally started out as a Halloween based fic. It turned into twincest, which I've never written so any and all concrit would be quite welcomed. Unbeta'd and written within 15 minutes while on the phone.
Title: Merry Widow
Pairing: Fred/George (Ron's in it briefly but unromantically)
Rating: R
Summary: Fred and George play dress-up.
Warnings: Twincest, Cross-dressing, A couple of swear words, smut and angst.
A/N: Response to Challenge 2 "What are you wearing?" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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“Blimey! What are you wearing?!” Ron’s stuttered exclamation was quickly followed up by a blush and the aversion of eyes.
“This, my dear brother, is called a corset.” Fred’s hands waved towards his chest.
“This, brother mine, is called a merry widow.” George’s hands waved towards his own torso.
“And, these are called fishnets!” The twins laughed as Ron’s eyes darted towards them and then back away.
“Why are you wearing girl things?” Another laugh sounded as Ron sputtered and blushed. “Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know. I think I’m going to be ill.”
“You need to broaden your horizons -“
“Live a little-“
“Try new things-“
“And open your mind. We have spares if you want to try something on for size.” Ron started to back up while holding his hands in front of him.
“Here, this should fit you.” George tossed a bright red bra and panty set towards Ron. “It matches your hair and everything!” Ron turned tail and ran out of the room.
“Now, where were we, Forge?” Fred leaned closer to his mirror image.
“I don’t know, Gred, where were we?” George angled so that they were face to face. Their mouths were a hairs-breadth away from each other. Still, Fred didn’t meet the lips that he knew so well.
“What about wassherface?” George pulled back a bit to look at his brother’s face. Fred’s face was, for once, impenetrable.
“Who?” Completely perplexed, George stepped away.
“That blond.”
“We were just talking about jokes, Fred, you should realize that. You’re the only one for me.” As he reassured Fred, George stepped back in and then pressed his lips to the resisting ones across from him. This time, Fred pulled back.
“Am I?” George threw his hands up in the air and started to pace in front of Fred.
“Fuck this, Fred. You and I both know that you’re the only one for me. I can’t keep reassuring you. You know me better than I know myself. I know you better than you know yourself. That’s the way it works. We’re half a whole. I’m incomplete without you. What other shit do I need to say to get you to believe that I’m with you forever. Hell, we started out as one, we’ll die as one.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” This time, instead of sounding argumentative, Fred sounded needy. At the tone, George turned and walked back to Fred. With slightly trembling hands, George embraced Fred and rubbed his back.
“Never, Forge, never.” A sigh and Fred returned the embrace. The soft hands rubbed backs and delved into hair as they explored each other’s bodies.
Title: Merry Widow
Pairing: Fred/George (Ron's in it briefly but unromantically)
Rating: R
Summary: Fred and George play dress-up.
Warnings: Twincest, Cross-dressing, A couple of swear words, smut and angst.
A/N: Response to Challenge 2 "What are you wearing?" at
hp_quince“Blimey! What are you wearing?!” Ron’s stuttered exclamation was quickly followed up by a blush and the aversion of eyes.
“This, my dear brother, is called a corset.” Fred’s hands waved towards his chest.
“This, brother mine, is called a merry widow.” George’s hands waved towards his own torso.
“And, these are called fishnets!” The twins laughed as Ron’s eyes darted towards them and then back away.
“Why are you wearing girl things?” Another laugh sounded as Ron sputtered and blushed. “Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know. I think I’m going to be ill.”
“You need to broaden your horizons -“
“Live a little-“
“Try new things-“
“And open your mind. We have spares if you want to try something on for size.” Ron started to back up while holding his hands in front of him.
“Here, this should fit you.” George tossed a bright red bra and panty set towards Ron. “It matches your hair and everything!” Ron turned tail and ran out of the room.
“Now, where were we, Forge?” Fred leaned closer to his mirror image.
“I don’t know, Gred, where were we?” George angled so that they were face to face. Their mouths were a hairs-breadth away from each other. Still, Fred didn’t meet the lips that he knew so well.
“What about wassherface?” George pulled back a bit to look at his brother’s face. Fred’s face was, for once, impenetrable.
“Who?” Completely perplexed, George stepped away.
“That blond.”
“We were just talking about jokes, Fred, you should realize that. You’re the only one for me.” As he reassured Fred, George stepped back in and then pressed his lips to the resisting ones across from him. This time, Fred pulled back.
“Am I?” George threw his hands up in the air and started to pace in front of Fred.
“Fuck this, Fred. You and I both know that you’re the only one for me. I can’t keep reassuring you. You know me better than I know myself. I know you better than you know yourself. That’s the way it works. We’re half a whole. I’m incomplete without you. What other shit do I need to say to get you to believe that I’m with you forever. Hell, we started out as one, we’ll die as one.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” This time, instead of sounding argumentative, Fred sounded needy. At the tone, George turned and walked back to Fred. With slightly trembling hands, George embraced Fred and rubbed his back.
“Never, Forge, never.” A sigh and Fred returned the embrace. The soft hands rubbed backs and delved into hair as they explored each other’s bodies.
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Date: 2005-10-25 10:01 pm (UTC)