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gala_apples) wrote2004-12-23 09:30 pm
gala_apples) wrote2004-12-23 09:30 pm
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for hpsauce
Who Needs Sleep?
Fred/George
gred and forge have never been much for sleeping. i hope the nightclub i wrote was the kind of nightclub you like.
Bedtimes were always the worst part of the day in the Burrow. Molly would have ripped her hair out, but frankly, Ginny’s two year old hands were doing a fine enough job of it. She placed her only daughter in her crib, vaguely upset. They were supposed to be bonding over hair- braids, buns, hats and such- rather then ripping it out.
Ron, thank Merlin, had been already taken care of, she had done him first, because he was harder. Always kicking and screaming, he hated his bed, he wanted his crib back. But they had already given it back to the cousins, Anise was going to have a child in two weeks.
Arthur had gotten the good kids, he had tucked in Percy, Charlie, and Bill. Right now, as she was trying to pat her hair back into place, he was probably having a debate over an article in the Daily Prophet with Bill. They both liked to discuss things like that, for a 12 year old, Bill was very worldly.
Unfortunately, though she had locked the twins in their room, and made the candles un-lightable for the night, she had no qualms about the idea that her 5 year old twins were awake. It was aggravating, they would fall asleep the latest, and yet somehow be able to be the first awake.
This day was like no other. She finally heard Fred stop kicking his feet against the thin walls at 3.30 am, and they were up and playing with their hovering brooms by 6.45.
And of course, to recuperate, they fell asleep in the middle of the day. It wasn’t so much that fact that she minded. It was where they would fall asleep. Sometimes it was on the bathroom floor, or the kitchen counter, Merlin knows how they even got up there in the first place, they weren’t tall enough to climb up.
Today, it was on the stairs. They were holding each other and snoring lightly. And strangely enough, they were sucking on each other’s thumbs, instead of their own.
She shrugged, apparated at the bottom of the stairs as not to disturb them, and went along the days cleaning.
The twins never slept. They saw no point in the incredibly long 8 hour stretches people were supposed to have, all you did was waste time you could be having fun it. For example, nightclubbing. Nothing was better then going to a muggle club. Techno music pounded in your ears, the sweet stench of sweat flew everywhere, all you could feel was men’s skin against your own.
George was the one in silver, and Fred was the one in green. It was always that way to begin with. By the end of the night, they might have accidently put the others clothes on, but it always started off George in silver, with glowstick necklaces, and Fred in green with leather and studs.
There were always odd substances you could take at a rave, but the twins stayed away from the muggle variety. They had their own ingenious ways, and generally, if they had happened to get arrested on a raid, the cops couldn’t have tested for them.
Fred took cheering charms, and George took Billysting; a wizard drug sprung from billywigs that made you giddy, and horny, but took away the levitating effect. Considering it was George’s thing that caused horniness, he was usually the one to maul Fred. But Fred would never refuse, who in their right mind would refuse someone like George?
So the music would be blaring insanely in the foreground, grunts and moans would be in the background. George would have left, to give or get a blowjob from someone, he had never been a monogamous person. Fred would feel hands slid over his arse, and he would turn around, and it would be a random man with a blonde gotee. Fred would smile and pat the guy on the shoulder, the universal symbol for better luck next time. Then he would turn the face the way he had been before, and George was there. The slightly taller twin, only millimetres taller, only they and Lee knew the difference, would lean in and bite Fred’s neck. A brilliant snogging session would start, and Fred would love every moment of it. In fact, so did the other men. If anyone noticed the fact they were twins, it didn’t matter. Who hadn’t, at one time or another, imagined a threesome with twins?
George latched on, and though Fred wasn’t exactly shy, he didn’t want to go out fully on the dance floor. He hooked his fingers into George’s belt loops, and slowly dragged him towards a bathroom. The movement was about one step per tongue swish, which was fine with the crowd, and fine with Fred. As dorky as it sounded, kissing really was one of his favourite parts.
Who Needs Sleep?
Fred/George
gred and forge have never been much for sleeping. i hope the nightclub i wrote was the kind of nightclub you like.
Bedtimes were always the worst part of the day in the Burrow. Molly would have ripped her hair out, but frankly, Ginny’s two year old hands were doing a fine enough job of it. She placed her only daughter in her crib, vaguely upset. They were supposed to be bonding over hair- braids, buns, hats and such- rather then ripping it out.
Ron, thank Merlin, had been already taken care of, she had done him first, because he was harder. Always kicking and screaming, he hated his bed, he wanted his crib back. But they had already given it back to the cousins, Anise was going to have a child in two weeks.
Arthur had gotten the good kids, he had tucked in Percy, Charlie, and Bill. Right now, as she was trying to pat her hair back into place, he was probably having a debate over an article in the Daily Prophet with Bill. They both liked to discuss things like that, for a 12 year old, Bill was very worldly.
Unfortunately, though she had locked the twins in their room, and made the candles un-lightable for the night, she had no qualms about the idea that her 5 year old twins were awake. It was aggravating, they would fall asleep the latest, and yet somehow be able to be the first awake.
This day was like no other. She finally heard Fred stop kicking his feet against the thin walls at 3.30 am, and they were up and playing with their hovering brooms by 6.45.
And of course, to recuperate, they fell asleep in the middle of the day. It wasn’t so much that fact that she minded. It was where they would fall asleep. Sometimes it was on the bathroom floor, or the kitchen counter, Merlin knows how they even got up there in the first place, they weren’t tall enough to climb up.
Today, it was on the stairs. They were holding each other and snoring lightly. And strangely enough, they were sucking on each other’s thumbs, instead of their own.
She shrugged, apparated at the bottom of the stairs as not to disturb them, and went along the days cleaning.
The twins never slept. They saw no point in the incredibly long 8 hour stretches people were supposed to have, all you did was waste time you could be having fun it. For example, nightclubbing. Nothing was better then going to a muggle club. Techno music pounded in your ears, the sweet stench of sweat flew everywhere, all you could feel was men’s skin against your own.
George was the one in silver, and Fred was the one in green. It was always that way to begin with. By the end of the night, they might have accidently put the others clothes on, but it always started off George in silver, with glowstick necklaces, and Fred in green with leather and studs.
There were always odd substances you could take at a rave, but the twins stayed away from the muggle variety. They had their own ingenious ways, and generally, if they had happened to get arrested on a raid, the cops couldn’t have tested for them.
Fred took cheering charms, and George took Billysting; a wizard drug sprung from billywigs that made you giddy, and horny, but took away the levitating effect. Considering it was George’s thing that caused horniness, he was usually the one to maul Fred. But Fred would never refuse, who in their right mind would refuse someone like George?
So the music would be blaring insanely in the foreground, grunts and moans would be in the background. George would have left, to give or get a blowjob from someone, he had never been a monogamous person. Fred would feel hands slid over his arse, and he would turn around, and it would be a random man with a blonde gotee. Fred would smile and pat the guy on the shoulder, the universal symbol for better luck next time. Then he would turn the face the way he had been before, and George was there. The slightly taller twin, only millimetres taller, only they and Lee knew the difference, would lean in and bite Fred’s neck. A brilliant snogging session would start, and Fred would love every moment of it. In fact, so did the other men. If anyone noticed the fact they were twins, it didn’t matter. Who hadn’t, at one time or another, imagined a threesome with twins?
George latched on, and though Fred wasn’t exactly shy, he didn’t want to go out fully on the dance floor. He hooked his fingers into George’s belt loops, and slowly dragged him towards a bathroom. The movement was about one step per tongue swish, which was fine with the crowd, and fine with Fred. As dorky as it sounded, kissing really was one of his favourite parts.
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*hugs*
*weeps with happiness*
Merry Christmas dear. Mine won't be up until tonight and my god you put me to shame. Why do you have to be able to write? *pouts*
Yes, it was the kind I like, I liked it very much. I'm starting to be rather in love with twincest already, you've just helped teh process quite well.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou
*smooches*
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Being santa is fun!!