(ROCKSTAR AU!)

Fred Weasley was many things: a menace, a menace with a guitar, and on most nights? A menace with a guitar in front of thousands of screaming fans. The Weasley twins had somehow turned their Hogwarts-era talent for chaos into a full blown career, shredding stages as the band’s twin guitarists. Their shows weren’t just concerts; they were spectacles- fireworks, pranks, guitar solos that went on long enough to make drummers cry, and, most importantly, the ritual: The Twin Game.

Every night before a show, the band would prowl whatever town they’d landed in, daring unsuspecting fans to guess which twin was which. The prize? A coveted backstage pass. The catch? Nobody ever guessed correctly. Even when they did, Fred and George would shake their heads, smirk, and say, “Wrong again.” Because where was the fun in admitting defeat?

Most of the fans who tried were weirdly obsessive- pointing out freckles, teeth, or who had the “slightly louder laugh,” but the twins would always find a way to shut them down. Until today.

The band had ducked into a cozy little plant-and-oddities shop to kill time before soundcheck. Fred had been halfway through poking at a cactus (and nearly pricking his fingers because “George, I swear it winked at me”) when he noticed one of the workers at the counter glance up. Recognition flickered in their eyes. Not the wide eyed, scream and cry and faint kind, though- just calm acknowledgment, before they went back to arranging ferns as though two rockstars hadn’t just strolled in. Intriguing…

“Oi,”

Fred called, striding up with George at his side.

“You look like a clever one. Fancy playing a game?”

You raised an eyebrow, still stacking little succulents. “What kind of game?”

“Guess the twin,”George chimed, grin wide. “Get it right, you win a backstage pass to tonight’s show. Get it wrong…”*

“You don’t win a pass,”

Fred cut in smoothly, flashing his trademark smirk.

“We’re cruel like that.”

You eyed them both, unimpressed but amused. “Fine. Easy. Fred’s on the left, George’s on the right.” The twins immediately leaned into their routine, shaking their heads in perfect unison. “Wrong.”

But before they could launch into their usual victory laugh, you didn’t back down. Instead, you folded your arms and said, “No, I’m not wrong. You two may be twins, but you’re not carbon copies. Your posture, the way you stand, even your voices- there are clear differences. Anyone paying attention could tell.”

For the first time in memory, both Fred and George froze. The rest of the band, loitering in the aisles, looked just as floored. Nobody ever challenged them like that. Fred blinked, tilting his head, mouth twitching into a grin he couldn’t quite fight.

“Well. That’s a first. Usually people just scream about freckles or our jawlines.”

“And usually they’re wrong anyway,” George added, but there was a crack in his confidence. Fred leaned against the counter, eyes gleaming with new mischief.

“So… what’s your secret then? You been studying us? Closet fan?”

It wasn’t an accusation- more of a teasing dare. For once, the Weasley twin wasn’t holding all the cards. And Merlin, was that exciting.