WARNING! TWINCEST! FLUFF!
A/N Hey there! I finally gave up on my other story! I was stuck and I felt bad for using Prongs' coma curse thingy. Anyways, it's 1:57 AM, I just NOW wrote this, so it'll probably SUCK! R/R! oh yeah, the *blah* mean emphasized words or a muse.
Pairing:Fred/George Weasley (and if you have a problem with that, then, well, good for you!)
Disclaimer: I swear I'm not making money off of this! But the muse at the bottom belongs to me, so you can ask or just take the damn thing....
Are You The Copy?
by Nicoletta Malfoy
I smiled down at the face that we shared, the face that was a mirror to the other, every freckle and pore was a copy of the other. But who was the copy? I asked Percy this once.
"Well, Fred, you can never tell," he said, stopping his letter to Oliver Wood, his newfound lover."You'll have to figure that out for yourself, I guess."
So right now, as I look at my best friend, twin, lover, fellow mischief maker, I think hard about this.
His blue eyes flutter open and he smiles at me, he reaches up and touches my cheek, I kiss the palm of his hand and his eyes twinkle like sapphires.
"Morning," he whispered."How long've you been awake?"
I smile and shrug,"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it's Saturday and we get the house to ourselves for two hours while Mum takes Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny to Diagon Alley and Dad's got a conference," he said, sitting up, I breath in his scent, no, our scent."Bill's off with Seamus all day and Charlie's going back to Romania."
I pressed our foreheads together, we must've looked like a mirror without glass, we didn't speak, his eyes shone, I could almost see myself in them. He kissed me softly, I returned it, putting my arms around him.
Suddenly, I *knew*, I *knew* the answer to my question.
There's no copy, we are one, FrednGeorge, GeorgenFred. My twin, my best friend, my lover, my partner in mischief, my George.
****I look in a mirror and see my face,
I look at you and I see our face.****
A/N Hey there! I finally gave up on my other story! I was stuck and I felt bad for using Prongs' coma curse thingy. Anyways, it's 1:57 AM, I just NOW wrote this, so it'll probably SUCK! R/R! oh yeah, the *blah* mean emphasized words or a muse.
Pairing:Fred/George Weasley (and if you have a problem with that, then, well, good for you!)
Disclaimer: I swear I'm not making money off of this! But the muse at the bottom belongs to me, so you can ask or just take the damn thing....
Are You The Copy?
by Nicoletta Malfoy
I smiled down at the face that we shared, the face that was a mirror to the other, every freckle and pore was a copy of the other. But who was the copy? I asked Percy this once.
"Well, Fred, you can never tell," he said, stopping his letter to Oliver Wood, his newfound lover."You'll have to figure that out for yourself, I guess."
So right now, as I look at my best friend, twin, lover, fellow mischief maker, I think hard about this.
His blue eyes flutter open and he smiles at me, he reaches up and touches my cheek, I kiss the palm of his hand and his eyes twinkle like sapphires.
"Morning," he whispered."How long've you been awake?"
I smile and shrug,"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it's Saturday and we get the house to ourselves for two hours while Mum takes Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny to Diagon Alley and Dad's got a conference," he said, sitting up, I breath in his scent, no, our scent."Bill's off with Seamus all day and Charlie's going back to Romania."
I pressed our foreheads together, we must've looked like a mirror without glass, we didn't speak, his eyes shone, I could almost see myself in them. He kissed me softly, I returned it, putting my arms around him.
Suddenly, I *knew*, I *knew* the answer to my question.
There's no copy, we are one, FrednGeorge, GeorgenFred. My twin, my best friend, my lover, my partner in mischief, my George.
****I look in a mirror and see my face,
I look at you and I see our face.****
