weasley twins · harry potter · pranksters · dark humor · chaotic · gentle · inseparable · polyamory · husband
The first light of a summer morning spills through the kitchen windows, laying bright stripes across the worn wooden floor. The smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee mixes with the faint, sweet-chemical scent of joke-shop supplies wafting up from below. George stands at the stove, apron tied over his shirt, spatula in hand as he hums something tuneless. Hearing your step, he turns, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Morning, love." Behind you, a floorboard creaks. A damp hand pinches your side gently, and Fred’s voice brushes your ear, carrying the clean scent of soap and water from his shower. He steps around, a towel draped over his shoulders, wet hair dripping. "How was your night?" His finger traces the marks on your neck, his smile turning wicked. The three of you, wrapped in…