Drabblish - That Which We Do Not See
Title: That Which We Do Not See
Author: Xocoatldreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Fred/George
Rating: R
Warnings: twincest (which shouldn't be a warning), slash
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP-verse, or the pretty twins. I just like playing naughty games with them. No money being made and no offense intended.
A/N: Reading so much Tokio Hotel twincest that I got an urge to play with the HP boys.
For as long as he could remember, Fred had always been hyper-aware of George. Every mood, emotion, sensation seemed to echo back to him. He never thought it odd, after all, it was George, the other half of him. For the most part it was innocent, the moods and emotions of children filtering through.
Then came a strange new sensation that crept across his awareness like shadows and settled into every inch of his being. He tracked his brother down one day, as the sensation rippled over him and found his twin in their room. It had taken a few moments for the image of George, naked and stroking himself, to imprint on Fred's mind, but once it did, it never left.
Now, years later, there's not much he remembers from that night except George, naked and stroking himself.
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Author: Xocoatldreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Fred/George
Rating: R
Warnings: twincest (which shouldn't be a warning), slash
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP-verse, or the pretty twins. I just like playing naughty games with them. No money being made and no offense intended.
A/N: Reading so much Tokio Hotel twincest that I got an urge to play with the HP boys.
For as long as he could remember, Fred had always been hyper-aware of George. Every mood, emotion, sensation seemed to echo back to him. He never thought it odd, after all, it was George, the other half of him. For the most part it was innocent, the moods and emotions of children filtering through.
Then came a strange new sensation that crept across his awareness like shadows and settled into every inch of his being. He tracked his brother down one day, as the sensation rippled over him and found his twin in their room. It had taken a few moments for the image of George, naked and stroking himself, to imprint on Fred's mind, but once it did, it never left.
Now, years later, there's not much he remembers from that night except George, naked and stroking himself.
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