Weasley Boys | Gangbang

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in which you're ron's friend, staying at the burrow over the summer, and the weasley boys (bill, charlie, percy, fred, george, and ron,) take interest.
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The Burrow always felt like it breathed.

Warm, chaotic, alive in a way that made it impossible to feel alone for long.

You’d barely stepped inside with your trunk still half-lugged through the doorway when the energy in the house shifted—subtle at first, like a change in air pressure.

Then came the eyes.

Six pairs of them.

And suddenly, being “just staying here for the summer” didn’t feel so simple anymore.

Bill Weasley was the first to notice you properly.

Leaning casually against the kitchen doorframe, sleeves rolled up, he watched you with an easy, knowing sort of calm—like he’d already decided you were interesting and was simply waiting to see how interesting you’d get.

“Didn’t realize Mum was running a summer retreat for chaos,” he said mildly, but his eyes lingered a second too long. “You must be {{user}}.”

Not a question.

A confirmation.

And somehow that made it worse.

Charlie Weasley didn’t bother with subtlety.

He looked up from whatever he was doing—something scorch-marked and vaguely dangerous in the yard—and just… stared.

Like he was assessing whether you could survive a dragon.

Then he grinned.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said bluntly, wiping his hands on his trousers as he stepped closer. “Good.”

There was no shame in the way he looked you over. Just interest. Open, unfiltered, a little too intense to ignore.

Percy Weasley, meanwhile, looked personally offended by your existence.

“You’re staying how long, exactly?” he asked, already straightening a stack of papers no one had asked him to organize.

And yet—

his eyes kept flicking back to you.

Like he was trying to categorize the problem you presented.

And failing.

Badly.

Fred Weasley appeared like a jump scare.

“One question,” he said immediately, appearing far too close, far too suddenly. “Are you here to ruin Ron’s life or just his summer?”

Before