#I thought about having y/n’s face covered by a lantern for vagueness sake but I like drawing details so oh well

[icezeebee]

Happy ending under cut

Tada~

I really enjoyed @teapartyspilled ‘s Lyney fic, so I just had to draw some things. ✌️I reblogged it right before post this so you can easily find it.

[thatlittlered]

While We’re Young | Trí

This version is a rewrite of its original.

Summary: Following Bill’s injury and all that came with that, his future beside Fleur seems vague. Will the arrival of a beloved from the past and the remembrance of an oath long forgotten help him find the way to happiness?

Chapter III: Thunderstorm

A boom rolls across the valley, announcing the start of what the brooding cloud layer in the sky has long promised, since dawn. The boughs of the trees in the Weasley garden sway in the strengthening gust, surrendering their leaves without a fight.

You hear the fire crinkle somewhere inside the room and then come the first drops of rain on the poorly upheld roof. The curious, fearless side of you peeks through the closed shutters to the vegetable patch right outside the window. Bill’s window, to be exact.

Outside it’s dark. The dense grey cloud blocks out any trace of morning light, casting you in premature twilight. Inside the home seems darker, almost black save for the orange tones of the fireplace. Suddenly, you’re very much aware of how alone you are.

The wind is howling through the small opening you’ve left in the window and the door creaks almost eerily. You miss the feeling of Bill’s warm hand lifting the sleeve of your shirt, running up and down your arm in an effort to comfort you like he always does during thunderstorms.

He had slipped out of bed in the middle of the night, the exceptional skills of an Auror coming to use for not making a sound as he left your side. Were he still the teenage boy that snuck into your room in the middle of the night to be in your company, he would have probably knocked something over in an effort to be quiet.

Yet this version of your Bill is different, polished. A sharp mind and a heart of gold now dressed in the body of a grown man ready to fight his battles.

Still, his sheets smell the same as they envelop you, hiding you from the world until your knight in shining armor returns.

That ginger knight, clad in just his nightwear, has found solace in the empty kitchen. All lights are out, leaving him alone with his thoughts until another figure immerses in the shadows, light emitting from their wand.

“Bill, you scared me! What are you doing down here?”

His timid finger traces the brim of his glass, running circles back and forth. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Is it the noise?”

“Perhaps.”

Molly hums. She knows her son like the back of her hand, perhaps better than anyone ever will. His thoughts are his to decide whether to share and she’s sure he will soon enough. There’s no need for pressure, he has enough on his shoulders as it is.

“Mum, can I ask you something?”

She hums again, taking a seat next to him.

“Why is it that you didn’t tell Y/N about Fleur?”

“Oh, well, it never crossed my mind that I should. It’s not like we talked every day.”

“You probably wrote entire pages to each other yet you forgot to mention my fiancé, whom by the way you dislike? Because that sounds rather convenient.”

“When did you become so suspicious?”

“When you started plotting behind my back, probably.”

She scoffs at that.

“As ridiculous as you may sound when you accuse your own mother of ‘plotting’, you’re right about Fleur. I skipped that part on purpose.”

He makes to stand but she stops him.

“After what happened between the two of you, you were a wreck, sweetheart. I didn’t know what else to do and… well, let’s just say Y/N’s letter arrived with perfect timing. Something told me she was the only one who could you pull out of that dark place. And I was right, look at you!”

“But why not mention my engagement if you expected her to help?”

“Because no matter how hard you try and deny it, most of the time, I know what’s best for you.”

“And that’s Y/N?”

“You doubt it? She’s been here for two days and you haven’t stopped smiling.”

“Even if that’s true, even if you were so sure she was what I needed, that did not give you the right to invite her out here. Not when there’s a war knocking on our door. How could you drag her into this?”

“I did no such thing, William. It seems you haven’t realized you’re not the only who’s changed with time. She’s a grown woman now, fully capable of taking responsibility for her actions and if need be, her life. I have no intention of dragging her into this war. You out of all people know she’s like a daughter to me, but we need to realize that it’s not our place to keep her in the dark.”

“Does she know about The Order as well?”

“She’s not stupid, darling. She may not know all the details but she’s aware something’s happening and she will have questions.”

“Which I would know how to answer if for once you’d let me know about it, instead of going behind my back, like you always do.”

“You speak as if I plotted against you!”

“A plot is a plot, mum. You say you know what’s best for everyone and maybe that’s true but it’s not your place to mingle in other people’s lives, especially without their knowledge.”

“Mingle? You’re my son, for Merlin’s sake. I’m supposed to do what’s best for you.”

“Not at all costs, mum. Not like this.”

“Well then, let’s agree to disagree, William. Because believe me when I say that there’s nothing worse than seeing your child in pain and if I have to scheme to prevent that from happening again, I will, thousand times over.”

He stares at her as she stands, tightening the robe around her body. Her hand is soft on his shoulder, tentative. She kisses his cheek, every ounce of motherly love poured in the way her lips press against him.

“Goodnight, William.”

When he returns, he shuts the door behind him carefully. His bare feet are quiet when they hit the floor but when he looks at you, your eyes are wide open. The only source of light in the room is the brilliant shocks of white outside, bright and loud enough to scare you deeper into the cocoon of blankets.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling.

“Got any room there for me?”

Your head peeks through the covers, hair a mess and eyes watery.

“It’s your bed.”

“It’s your safe place. I would never intrude, you should know that.”

“You could never intrude, Willy.”

His smile is soft when he approaches you, sitting on the corner of the bed as if to test his limits once again. It’s stupid, he already knows he’s your best sense of comfort and yet it’s awfully nice, just like everything else about him. He respects you in a way nobody else does.

His hand looks and feels like worn leather on top of yours, but it’s also warm and you like that. You notice the scars but say nothing. Once again, there has to be a story. You figure it’s a talk for another time.

Your pinkies touch softly, barely rubbing against each other. It’s a thing that you do, an embrace of sorts when people are watching. And now that there’s no one else here, you still do it.

“Scoot over.”

Bill’s lips meet your temple and you do.

“Should I get us a lantern?”

His words are whispers. You almost sigh at the warmth of his body against yours, or the fact that he chose to lie on your left to block your view of the window.

“I’ll be fine as long as you hold me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

You laugh and your eyes laugh with you. He takes in that image before you bury your face in his shirt and wrap your body around his.

“Shush now, we’re sleeping.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Goodnight, you goof.”

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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