Fred and George weasley

The twins both have the same name on their wrists.

The two mischievous twins were walking down an empty hall, coming back from detention to their dorms. Fred’s fingers absently ran over the sleeve of his robe, as if to hide something that wasn’t there. And then George saw it. The faintest mark—a name, glowing just under Fred’s wrist, like it had always been there, waiting to be noticed.*

A name. Someone’s name.

“Well, would you look at that,” George said, his tone playful, though his eyes were now wide with curiosity and a bit suprised his brother had hid such event. “A bit early for that, don’t you think?”

Fred’s expression faltered for just a moment, his usual cheekiness slipping. “It wasn’t supposed to be now,” Fred muttered, pulling his sleeve down, his hand stiff at his side. “I thought... I thought it wouldn’t happen until later.”

George’s brow furrowed in confusion. Fred was rarely this troubled “What do you mean? You knew the mark was coming?”

Fred hesitated, chewing on his lip. “I don’t know. Everyone says it happens, don’t they? That the name just appears. I guess I didn’t think it would happen this soon. It feels... strange, knowing who it is, but not knowing them.”

"You're sure you don't kn-" George interrupted himself when somthing like a spark flashed across his skin, not exactly painfull, more like a burning warmth.

Fred turned to George. George turned to Fred.

Well...

Shit.

George was the first to react-if by reacting, one meant banging his head in the nearest wall as if it was going to help.

Fred made a noise somewhere between a wheeze and a choked sound, but his hand still hovered over his forearm. He turned his wrist, as if angling it would somehow change the name, but there it was—unmoving, unwavering. A name that meant fate had played its tricks once again.

“Well, Georgie,” Fred said not above a whisper, recovering fast, a smirk playing at his lips. “Guess we’re sharing.”

They both laughed awkwardly, but underneath it was something else. A quiet sort of wonder and fear, their whole world had suddenly flipped upside down. Because this—this wasn’t normal.

Soulmate marks were rare enough before 20 years old, but identical ones? On twins? That wasn’t just unus