Sorry for taking so long to wrap this one up. I've been meaning to do it for ages, but writing and publishing books has left me with no time for fanfiction. I appreciate the support. You're all the real champs. If you are interested in wacky fantasy romcoms and cozy fantasy, you can find me and my books on insta at .writes where I also explore fantasy and book themed food.

Lucy shoved the rest of the cream puffs into the picnic basket. Thank god for magic storage spells or she'd have to leave them behind with the way she liked to over pack. She'd never been able to pack light for picnics. There was nothing worse than being under prepared.
She turned to her list, going back over it once more. The picnic wouldn't get ruined on her watch because she forgot the silverware or sandwiches. Not after a full week of planning this outing. Thinking of Fred and George sent her back over the list a second time. Disappointing herself was one thing, but she couldn't handle disappointing them.
What to do about both of them had been eating her up. She couldn't stop worrying about what might go wrong or how to talk to Fred. And she was so, so tired of it. Exhausted of second guessing herself and worrying. Once the picnic idea hit, she couldn't let go of it. She'd dedicated all week to planning it out. Today would help end the awkward dance between her and Fred. Everything would come together if she got her way.
Satisfied, she grabbed the basket and hauled it over to the door. "Are you two ready?" she called out as she passed by the twins lounging on the living room furniture. George lay on his stomach with a book propped in front of him. Fred leaned over the side of his chair, dangling a feather toy from one hand as the cat batted at it. "It's time to go." She ignored the way her palms sweat from nerves. She wouldn't let them get to her. Not today.
Fred let out a yawn. "Coming." He'd been out late on a closing shift the night before.
Lucy chewed on her bottom lip. "Are you too tired to go out? I was in bed before you even made it home last night." She hadn't expected one of their employees to get sick, forcing Fred to fill in. Proof that no matter how detailed she made her plans, something unexpected always got in her way. Today wouldn't be right without him.
"I'm fine." He slid his shoes on with another yawn. "Besides, I don't want to miss out on this mystery date of yours."
"Damn right you don't." She smacked a fist into her open palm. "It's going to be great." Her confidence melted into a pout at the looks the twins gave her. They were trying not to laugh. She could tell by the way George glanced away and that smirk on Fred's face. "Come on, you two, we have a date to go on." She grabbed her tote bag and rushed outside. She grinned up at the clear sky. Perfect. It was supposed to rain come evening, but all she needed was a few hours of clear weather.
Her arms already ached from the weight of the bag and basket. She turned to the twins. They both raised their eyebrows at her in shared confusion. She handed the basket to Fred and the bag to George. "There. Now I can do this." She grabbed their free hands and led them down the sidewalk as the twins glanced at each other. She didn't need to watch to tell they were having one of those secret conversations of theirs. The ones where they looked at each other and it felt as though whole sentences were somehow being communicated between them in a way no one else could hear.
Ever since her night under the stars with Fred, she'd struggled to shake off the awkwardness of being with both men. Ever since getting a taste of Fred, she didn't want to lose him. It felt greedy to admit she wanted to feast on both of them, but today she wanted to embrace that opportunity. And best of all, she'd picked a date that'd put them all on equal footing.
Letting the twins choose date nights meant Fred had the upper hand at the dueling club or George helped her cook or bake while Fred watched or got bored while they browsed at a bookstore. It felt as if they were both avoiding going on dates alone with her. Today she'd shake the awkwardness of their situation, and she'd do it in a setting she was comfortable in.
"Look at that beautiful sky." She grinned. "I'll take it as a sign."
"Of what?" Fred asked.
"That today is going to be amazing." She squeezed their hands. Fred squeezed back. George ran his thumb over hers. Little things like that reminded her that no matter how similar they looked, they were two different people. That's what had made her spend all week thinking of the perfect date spot they'd all enjoy.
"Are you going to tell us where we're going?" George asked.
"Nope! And stop looking at each other."
"Why?" they asked in unison.
"Because you're having those silent conversations of yours. Instead of worrying, enjoy this beautiful day." She sucked in a large breath. "Just smell that fresh air. Fabulous." The warmth of their hands was comforting. The thought of staying with them like this made butterflies tickle her stomach. This already felt like a perfect day. To have more like this… Was it okay to want that? God, she wanted it so badly.
"Here we are," she declared as they reached the park. She searched for a spot until she found the perfect one beneath an open tree. "Over here." She picked up the pace. The spot gave them a good view of the pond while giving them privacy away from other picnickers. "This is it." She dropped their hands and dug in the tote bag. She pulled the large blanket out and opened it, giving it a shake as a gust of wind blew it back at her.
Fred chuckled.
"Let me help with that." George handed the bag over to Fred and took the far end of the blanket. Together they lowered it to the grass.
Fred dumped the basket and bag down on it before the wind could rip the blanket up. "I take it we're picnicking today."
"Yes. Picnics are romantic. Just look at this view." She threw her arms wide. "Look at all the romance in the air." She pointed at a couple making out across the pond. "The picnic is a classic date for a reason."
Fred rubbed the back of his neck. "Then what can I do to help?" There it was. That awkward hesitation of his, like he wasn't sure how to fit in with her and George. She wanted to get rid of that dance today.
"Pour some drinks. They're in the basket." She dug through the tote again. "I brought plenty of food for lunch when we get hungry. But until then, how about some games?" She pulled a small stack out. She'd been careful to pick ones that wouldn't blow away in the wind. And she'd discarded two-player games like chess. Today was about the three of them together.
Fred pulled the bottle of iced tea out. "I'm in." He paused, peering back into the basket. "Are those cream puffs?"
"Yes. I made three different flavors." Strawberry, vanilla, and mocha. That way they all had a favorite flavor included.
"Oh, we haven't played this game in forever." George reached for one in the middle of the stack.
She smiled. Perfect. The games would keep things light. Let them soak in the time together without any pressure. Plus it was nice stealing time together outside. Peaceful even. The shop tended to be busy when she was around lately, making their lunches together during the week too short. Here they could relax and take their time.
"Sure." Fred scooted closer as he bit into a cream puff.
"Hey, get me one." George nudged his brother's knee with his foot.
"Fine. But only because you're my favorite brother."
George scoffed. "As if any other the others are any competition." He snatched a strawberry cream puff from Fred.
"We used to crush Ron at this. Remember?" Fred said as he laid the board out.
"He'd always get mad and demand another round until he got frustrated and threw the board."
Contentment rushed through her as both men laughed. Yes, this was what she'd wanted. After everything that had happened, she wanted to know that she hadn't broken anything between them, or that she'd get in the way.
It didn't hurt that they made a wonderful picture together. Two handsome men to stare at all she wanted. That made her insecurities threaten to rise to the surface. She wrestled them down. Today was a day for looking forward. For getting over the insecurities and worries she was sick of.
"I want to be purple." She reached for the game piece. "And you're both going down."
"Bring it." Fred slammed his piece onto the board.
Fred laid down with a groan. "I'm stuffed."
George leaned against the tree trunk. "I'm waiting to free up space for another cream puff." He patted his stomach.
She sipped on her drink, watching them. So far, her plan had worked. The awkwardness had melted away as they played games. They'd all fallen into step. Everything finally felt right.
Fred squinted at her. "What's with that grin? It looks like you're plotting something."
"I already did the plotting." She gestured to the picnic basket.
"Fair," he conceded. "I'm curious though. Why here?"
"I've been wondering the same thing." George moved a leg, plopping it across her lap.
"I picked here because as I stated earlier, picnics are romantic. I wanted somewhere relaxing, but where I could still treat you to a nice meal. And I have something to say." She took a deep breath.
As if sensing a shift in the air, George and Fred both sat up as they exchanged a worried look.
"Is this about us?" Fred asked.
"It's about all three of us. I'll make this quick." She squeezed her hands together. "I love both of you. I want to be with both of you. I don't want to feel awkward or worried about that. I just want…I want to take things as they come. The three of us against the world. Together with no doubts."
They stared at her. Her face heated up under the attention. Worry made her skin crawl. Did they feel differently? Had they decided she was too greedy to demand both of them?
Then George broke the tension by leaning over and kissing her. "Of course."
Next, Fred kissed her. "We've got your back."
"And I've got yours, even if I'm a shit duelist in comparison."
Both men laughed at that.
"But I mean it. I don't want to worry about what problems could happen or whether I'm selfish and greedy for wanting you both. I want to focus on the good times together. Days like today. And stuff you full of food every chance I get. And I don't want to come between the two of you." She reached for their hands. "You each get half of my heart, if you're willing to have it."
"Adorable," George murmured.
"Like an innocent kitten who doesn't know she's about to be devoured," Fred added. A dangerous glint entered his eye.
"What does that mean?"
He grinned. "Don't worry. We'll show you later." He nipped at her bottom lip. "You'll see what it's really like belonging to both of us."
George shifted to lean against her. "He's right. It's time you found out." His fingers crept up the bottom of her shirt, ghosting across her stomach. "How about we head home before that rain cloud hits us?"
"There aren't any rain clouds."
Fred shook his head. "Can't trust the weather to not turn in an instant this time of year. Best to play it safe."
George hummed in agreement. "Definitely."
This time, they took the lead, guiding her home. She'd hoped this date would settle things. Get rid of the nerves that trailed all her decisions. But she couldn't escape the feeling she was outnumbered by the two of them. Any tension between the twins had dissolved. When had that happened?
They caught her watching them and smiled. Then they smirked at each other, making her feel that indeed she'd been outsmarted somehow. While she'd been doing her own planning, had they been doing theirs? That feeling intensified when she headed for the kitchen, only for Fred to scoop her up.
She let out a squeal of surprise, earning a chuckle from Fred. George rushed on ahead, opening Fred's bedroom door for them. With a flick of his wand, candles hovering near the ceiling flickered to life.
"You've been plotting," she accused. Fred tossed her onto the bed. "Hey!"
He laughed. "Can't we take a little romantic inspiration from our alma mater?"
"You were distracted this week, so we took our chance." George shrugged his jacket off.
"Because I was planning the picnic. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find the freeze-dried strawberries for those cream puffs."
"I'd say they were well worth the effort." Fred tugged her back against his chest.
"I wanted to impress you both," she mumbled.
Fred pressed a kiss to her neck. "We always do."
George crawled onto the bed. "Exactly. But we appreciate the hard work." His hand trailed up her calf, making her glad she'd gone with a skirt today. He leaned forward, pressing their lips together.
And then their hands were all over her. George rubbed her legs. Fred licked the side of her neck. Her fingers dug into the comforter. "Lift your hips," he whispered into her ear before nibbling on her ear.
She did, and George tugged her skirt off. He let out a low whistle. "Are those for us?" He grinned at her black thigh highs.
Having both of their attention on her at once made her squirm. "Feeling cute gives me confidence."
"What else are you hiding under these clothes?" Fred asked as he grabbed her shirt and tugged it up, revealing her lacy red bra. He reached around, grabbing her. "Very nice, but you'd look even better without it."
"Exactly what I was thinking." George rolled up his sleeves. "It all needs to come off. Except the thigh highs. Those stay."
Fred unhooked her bra with his free hand, and George yanked it off, tossing it over his shoulder. Fred tilted her head to the side to press their lips together, keeping her distracted while George pulled her panties off next. Fred's erection pressed into her back. The tent in George's pants let her know he was just as excited.
"What are you two doing, exactly?" she gasped as Fred reached down to run a finger through her folds. She shifted to give him better access. Goose bumps spread up her thighs at the contact.
"A threesome," they said in unison.
George ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Think you can handle us at the same time?"
Her mouth opened in surprise. It wasn't like she hadn't considered the prospect before. But things had felt so awkward yet with Fred that she hadn't expected this chance so soon. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breathy.
"Then be a good girl and do what we say," Fred whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His finger circled her clit, and she sucked in a breath.
"And tell us if you need a break."
Fred pulled away. A noise of protest escaped her. She already missed the warmth of Fred against her.
"Don't worry, he's just getting supplies." George kissed her, pressing her into the bed. She hungrily kissed back. She clung to him, grinding her hips up against him. She paused to tug at his pants. He reached down, undoing the fly for her and pulling himself free. She groaned at the sight and grabbed him, giving his weeping cock a few pumps with her hand. His hips jerked into her hand, eager for more attention. He leaned down to lick at her nipples, sucking on one and then the other.
"More," she begged.
He grabbed her and rolled, putting her on top. "Patience." His gaze fell to her breasts. "You look so damned beautiful like this."
Fred settled his hands on her hips. She glanced over her shoulder, finding him kneeling on his knees behind her. He gave her a wink. Then he ran his fingers through her folds, stopping to press against her clit.
She groaned, letting her head fall back to rest against him. His other hand tweaked a nipple. She let go of George to grind on him as Fred toyed with her clit. George rubbed her thighs, a low moan escaping him as his tip pressed against her.
Fred pressed a kiss against her shoulder. "Georgie will keep you busy while I prepare you. I have the good lube to help prepare you. It's brewed specially for this." He ground himself against her ass. "Lean forward for me, and have some mercy on poor George."
"Yes," George said as he thrust up, his expression desperate. "You're so fucking wet. I want inside you so bad. Please." He grabbed at her ass, pulling her closer.
She bit her bottom lip, loving the image of him begging. She could get used to this, being wanted by both of them at once. "Now how can I say no to that?" She grabbed his cock and guided it inside her as she slid down.
George let out a low moan. His eyes fluttered half shut. She leaned forward, grinding gently, savoring the feeling of him filling her as the warmth in her center grew. Then her eyes widened as Fred pushed a finger against her other hole, the lube leaving a warm tingling behind. He coated her with the lube before pressing a finger inside.
She gasped at the intrusion, pressing herself against George. He ran his hands up and down her sides. "Let the magic work. It won't take long."
Fred pressed against her back, his hard on rubbing against the back of her thigh. "I can't wait," he said, voice husky. "It's going to feel amazing. We'll make you cum like never before."
George moved his hips, pulling a moan from her. He grabbed her hips, urging her to move with him. They kept the pace slow and gentle.
Fred slid a second finger inside, and her hips jerked, unsure of whether she wanted more or less. Fred ground against her thigh, leaving a trail of slickness behind. Then something bigger pressed against her hole. She pressed her mouth against George's chest to hold in her moan.
George already felt so good, and the tingling from whatever magic was in the lube made her ache for more. Just feeling Fred pressed against her too was so hot. She rubbed against him, urging him on.
"I'll go slow at first," Fred said as he grabbed her hips and lined himself up. His grip tightened as he slid inside.
She gasped, digging her nails into George's chest. She'd never felt so full in her life. Her right foot twitched as her legs turned to jelly. It felt like too much and not enough all at once. Another thrust and she was sure she didn't want him to stop.
"Such a good girl," Fred said. "You're doing so good."
His voice made her shiver. Her mind went blank, unable to concentrate or think from the pleasure coursing through her.
"I think she likes it," George said with a pant. "She's tightening around my cock."
"Good." Fred slapped her ass. "Let's make her cum as many times as she can stand." He pulled himself out nearly the whole way before pressing back into her in one stroke.
The heat growing in her center exploded. She screamed as he picked up the pace, trapping her between him and George as their cocks thrust in and out of her. Her legs twitched. Her clit throbbed.
Fred groaned. "She's gushing. She loves it so fucking much."
"I can't-" George moaned as he came, driving himself deep into her. Fred followed, pressing himself against her back and nipping at her shoulder as he came.
She collapsed against George. For a moment, George and Fred leaned against her, panting. Then Fred pulled away, popping out of her. He gave her ass one last slap.
"Can…can we try that again sometime?" she asked.
They both laughed at the question.
"Any time you want." George wrapped his arms around her.
"Can you at least tell me one thing? Were you planning a threesome specifically?"
They both nodded. "We agree with you," Fred said as he sat down on her other side, leaning back on his elbows. The position showed off his toned chest. It made her want to roll over and kiss her way down it. Her center throbbed from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Maybe she needed to take a few minutes before trying anything else. "I can't handle anymore worrying about how this will work out," Fred said. "So let's not do that. We just…" His brow scrunched as he searched for the right words.
"Want to enjoy the ride and focus on spoiling you."
Fred nodded. "Georgie and I are in top form when we're together. There's no reason to fight that." His gaze trailed down her chest. He rolled onto his side. "I like to think if I make you cum enough times, you'll forget and forgive my past mistakes."
She giggled. "I hope you're ready to take on that challenge, because I can be demanding."
He grinned. "Demand away." He lowered his head onto his arms. "I look forward to seeing what you come up with."
She reached out to run her hand over his cheek. His eyes closed.
"Keep touching me," he murmured.
She sat up and gently ran her fingernails down his arms.
"Mmm. That's it."
She switched to rubbing his back. A few minutes later, he was asleep. She smiled. He'd been trying to hide how tired he was all day. A few months ago, she'd never have imagined a side like this to him.
George wrapped an arm around her waist. "For the record, he'll do anything for you. We both will."
"Same." She kissed his nose. "And don't you forget it." She pushed a stray piece of hair out of her face. "It's still hard to believe everything that's happened, but I'm ready to enjoy the ride too."
"Good. No more worrying. Let's go get the leftover food in the fridge while Fred catches up on sleep. I'll cry if the cream puffs go bad before I get another one."
"All right." She nuzzled his neck. It might not sound like the most romantic prospect, but the little domestic moments were some of her favorites. Being able to count on them even for the small things made her think she'd made the right choice. Whether they had more awkward moments, adventurous dates, cozy nights in, or brushes with danger, she felt ready to face it all. Ready to see how a life with the Weasley twins treated her. Now and forever, they'd both own her heart.