#char: charlie weasley

[cassiopeia-longbottom98]

Charlie Weasley x reader

Charlie takes care of his sick girlfriend.

I wrap the blanket around my shivering body. I am almost certain someone charmed the room to be freezing. The fireplace obviously doing nothing. Another shiver works down my body. Where was Charlie?

He promised he would be home on time today. That man will be the death of me I swear. Pretty sure he loves those dragons more than me. I chuckle followed by a groan as my throat burns.

My eyes start to get heavy. I struggle to keep them open. Snuggling further into the couch, I lost the battle and sleep overcame me.

In what felt like mere seconds, Charlie sat beside our forest green couch with a worried expression. "Love?"

I smile weakly. My muscles ache. "Hey Char," I whispered. He places a hand on my forehead. "Shite, you're burning up." I shake my head. "Freezing." He stands up. "How's your throat?" He must have noticed when I winced. I hum, eyebrows pinched.

"I'm going to go make you some tea and grab you something to eat. Then we are going to get you into bed."

I sat up, my head clouded. "No." I whine. "We are supposed to go visit Bill and Melody." The elder Weasley and his wife were visiting on holiday. Charlie stuck his head around the wall. "Love. You are not going anywhere. You are sick."

The kettle goes off causing me to flinch. My head starts to pound. With a wave of his wand, the tea is ready. "Let's get you up to bed."

I try to protest, but Charlie gives me a stern look. If I wasn't so preoccupied with the pain, I might joke about how much he resembles his mother.

With the blanket wrapped around, I shuffled to the bedroom. Charlie's laugh echoes around the room as I face plant on the bed. Too lazy to get on the bed properly.

"Green tea with a splash of honey and toast for now." He says softly, carefully not to talk too loudly. "I am going to go grab a pepper up." I grimace. I hate the side effects. I'd rather deal with this flu than the steam pouring out of my ears like a train.

After eating, I took a quick bath. By quick, I mean I fell asleep for half an hour before Charlie retrieved me. We lay in bed. My head in his chest. "Thank you," I mumbled into his shirt. His fingers rub along my spine soothing me. "For?" His chest rumbles. I tilt my head up to look into his brown eyes. Some may find them dull but to me, they are like the scales of a Hungarian horntail.

"Taking care of me." The bed shakes with his laughter. "Of course Soția mea. I plan on taking care of you for the rest of our lives." He kisses the top of my head. I close my eyes, melting into the dragon keeper. 

"You and all of our dragons." I laugh. 

Of course, second place to the bloody dragons.

[lunamadhatter99]

Charm

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

I was inspired.

If you want to be tagged in future Charlie work... let me know

@once-upon-an-imagine here's your tag.

Summary: time to meet the family.

Warnings: none. Too much cuteness.

"I don't think I can do this," I mutter as I lay down on the bed, with Charlie standing next to me.

"Yes, you can," he reassures me, with a gentle tapping on my leg, "They're gonna love you!"

"No, they won't," I complain.

"Well... your family loved me, and I, too, was scared! Yet it went well!" He tries to make me reason.

I look up at him, sitting up straight, staring into his eyes.

"You got it easier. You had to charm two people, my mom and my grandfather, " I say, holding up two fingers, "I have to charm 8 people!"

Charlie simply smiles at me, so sweetly I could just melt on the spot of I wasn't so terrified. He moves his hand to cup my cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb.

"Love, my absolute, gorgeous, funny, cute, love of my life, perfect reason of my existence" he starts making hard for me to hold a giggle at his antics "You can charm a whole Great Hall at Hogwarts without even trying. No effort, everyone at your feet."

I roll my eyes but can't help but chuckle again.

"No, don't you roll those pretty eyes at me, young lady! It's true, " he laughs, too."You have nothing to worry about. I promise you!"

"But..."

"Nooooooooo!" He pouts."Nope. Shush. They already love you and.."

"You told them about me!?" I widen my eyes, and I lay back down trying to hide under the covers.

"Love?" I hear him laughing softly."Love, c'mon out."

I sit up again.

"Of course I told them about you. You are the love of my life, I had to talk about you." He laughs again, holding my hands in his."They can't wait to meet you, and they already love you, "

I sigh deeply. I look up at him, trying to find any sign of mockery, but, unfortunately for me, I don't find any.

"Fine," I whine. "Fine, we'll go see your family,"

"Yes!" He cheers, standing up, taking me with him and hugging me. "They're gonna love you, sweetheart."

"Yeah... yeah, alright." I wave him off and just get to work and prepare my bags.

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"You're okay, love, you're fine." Charlie caresses my back as we walk closer to his childhood's home.

"Yeah... I know... I am..." I stutter out, breathing heavily.

"You're shaking," he informs me. "Okay, hey. Look at me. "

He stops me and turns me to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Breath." He breathes in and waits for me to do the same.

I take a deep breath and mimic him.

"In and out. Good girl, " he smiles.

"Let's get it over with, " I almost beg.

He grabs my hand, and together, we walk to the front door.

Charlie knocks once, and the door is already opening, revealing a short red-haired woman with the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen. She must be Charlie's mother.

"Charlie!" She exclaims quickly, hugging Charlie.

"Hi, mom," he says, hugging her back, "I can't breathe, mom." He chuckles breathlessly.

She lets him go and turns to me.

"Aw, and you must be Y/n. It's so nice to finally meet you, my dear" she coos.

"So nice meeting you, Mrs Weasley." I hold my hand out to shake her hand, but she quickly moves it and cages me in a big hug.

"Just call me Molly, dear," she says, letting me go, "C'mon, let's go inside."

"See? Nothing to worry about, " Charlie whispers to me as we get into the house.

"Just one out of eight." I take a breath as I'm led into what I think is the living room.

"Charlie!" A red-haired girl runs up to Charlie, giving him a quick hug, "finally!"

She doesn't look much older than thirteen, I think.

"C'mon, we're not that late!" Charlie defends himself."By the way, Ginny, this is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hi," I timidly wave at her.

She looks at me for a second, then smiles brightly and turns to her brother.

"She's too pretty for you, Char," she teases, and I can't help but laugh a little at that.

"It's so nice to be home," Charlie sighs sarcastically. "Don't laugh!" He turns to me to shove me a little.

"I'm sorry, love," I say, holding his hand.

" 'love' ? You two are so cute, " Ginny exclaims.

"Look who finally decided to join us," a voice calls.

"You took your time," another voice speaks.

I look up and see two identical red heads coming up to us.

"Love? These two are Fred and George." He introduces us. "Don't trust them," he adds in a whisper.

"Hey!" They say together.

"That's rude!"

"Very rude, brother," one of them comes in front of me, taking my hand. "Don't listen to him. We are not that bad," he kisses my hand.

"Right. We are true gentlemen. " The other one moves his twin out of the way to kiss my hand, too.

"Yeah... ask Ron what they did to his teddy bear when he was younger, " Charlie accuses.

"What..?" I say with a small giggle.

"Are you sure you want him?"

"You can still back down, you know."

"Alright, leave her alone!" Charlie laughs and leads me further into the room with the rest of his family.

"Hello, everyone." He waves at everyone."This is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hello, it's a pleasure being here." I wave too and look at all the faces.

"Oh, my dear girl, we finally meet you. Charlie told us so much about you. " A tall man stands up from the couch to get closer. "I'm Arthur. Charlie's father"

"Oh, pleasure to meet you, Mr Weas-"

"Arthur, please. You're family now, no need for formalities, " he says, sending me a smile that I return, then he's off to the kitchen, probably to help his wife.

"Alright, that one there is Bill," Charlie points at a long-haired man sitting on the couch.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi, lovely," he smiles.

"Don't flirt with my girlfriend, thanks," Charlie complains.

"I just said 'hi,' " Bill defends himself, raising his hands up in the air.

"I'm Ron," a much younger boy stands up and walks to us, I was just in time to notice he was pushed by a brunette sitting beside him.

"Nice to meet you," I shake his hand.

"I'm Hermione Granger, Ronald's friend." The girls stand up as well.

"I'm Y/n L/n," I say, shaking her hand as well. "Wait... Granger?" I ask, and she nods."Are your parents dentists? Or maybe a relative is?"

"Yeah. My parents" she smiles gently.

"My parents used to take me to them, I think, when I was younger!" I explain.

"Really?"

"Yes, I remember them being so nice. I was never scared," I laugh. " they're still working, I hope,"

"Oh yes, they are," she answers.

"It's so nice to hear this."

"Oh, Harry. Hi, " Charlie greets, so I look past Hermione to see a boy with glasses walking in.

"Hey, Charlie. How are you?" He asks.

"I'm great, hey, this is my girlfriend Y/n."

"Hey," I say, going to shake his hand, and while doing this, I notice a scar on his face.

Oh..

"I'm Harry," he simply says.

"Nice to meet you." I smile gently at him.

"Dinner is ready!" Molly screams from the kitchen.

"Finally!" Ron exclaims.

"How are you always hungry?" Hermione asks as she follows everyone into the kitchen.

Harry sends me an amused smile and walks away.

"Wait..." I say, holding Charlie's hand. "I met your parents, 2, I met your little sister, 3, the twins 5, Ron, 6, Bill, 7... Hermione and Harry are not your siblings... isn't anyone missing?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah... I don't think Percy's gonna join us. Too busy at the ministry, " he says, almost defeated, so I decide not to press the subject.

"Oh... okay... it's alright. " I smile at him." C'mon, can't wait to finally taste your mom's food. "

We arrive in the kitchen, and there are two open seats left... on opposite sides.

"C'mon, dear, come sit here." Molly jokes, pointing at the seat next to Ginny but still close to her.

"You'll be fine," Charlie whispers to me before going to sit next to his father.

I take a seat, Ginny is on my left, Molly on hers, on my right sit Hermione and in front of me there's Bill.

"Free yourself for a bit." Bill jokes, catching Charlie's attention.

"How about you sit here, brother?" Charlie offers, pointing at where Harry is sitting, in front of him.

"Charlie, behave" Arthur scolds his son, who simply sit, but I can sense he's keeping an eye on his brother, all while everyone is laughing and just goes back and their own business.

"Now, dear, tell me all about it." Molly starts as she puts a generous slice of shepherd's pie on my plate. "How did you two meet?"

"Oh," I nervously laugh. "Well.."

"Mom, don't make her nervous," Ginny says to her mother.

"No, no, it's fine, really," I reassure them. "I... well, I had just finished my seventh year at Hogwarts and"

"You too were at Hogwarts. How nice!" She comments, that huge gentle smile always on her face.

"Yes, but I've always been very quiet, so I don't think he has ever actually noticed me before we met there, actually," I say.

"Weasleys are louder by nature," Ginny assures me, smiling too.

"He sure is. Anyway, I had finished my last year and I wanted to take a year for myself, after my father's death it's been kind of hard, helping at home when I wasn't at Hogwarts and... yeah, I wanted to paint magical creatures, so I travelled all the way to Romania."

"You paint?" Bill asks, and I nod."Oh wow, you will have to show us some of your work, "

"Yeah, maybe next time I'll bring some." I smile at him.

"Go on," Ginny urges. She looks at me with dreamy eyes.

"I arrive in this camp, and I was almost expecting and hoping they could show me more accurate pictures of dragons to take inspiration from. At first, I found this, I have to say, very rude man, asking me constantly why I was there and why I was bothering them. He also almost threw away the drawing I was showing him to explain why I was there.

"What?! Please tell me Charlie arrived to tell him something, " Ginny exclaims.

"Uhm... no." I laugh softly."No, I spent, I think, a good hour and a half dealing with this man, "

"Oh poor thing," Molly sighs. "And then?"

"I managed to get onto the camp and look at some pictures and drawings, and I started to paint something. So I'm sitting there, painting quietly when suddenly something fell right beside me. Or someone fell right beside me. " I laugh at the memory.

"Really?" Bill asks very amused by his brother's first impression.

"Yes. Not only did he scare me, but he fell on my oil paint, getting it all over him. Especially on his face."

"Oh, that would've been such a great view," Bill laughs.

"It was," I confirm.

"And then?" Ginny asks.

"Then he started to apologise, profusely, saying he would've bought back all the water paint. But I assured him he didn't need to, since my grandfather owed a shop with all the materials I needed."

"Oh my dear boy," Molly tries to hold back the laughter but fails.

"We started to talk, and once I told him I wanted to paint a dragon... well.. that same night, he sneaked me back into the camp and let me meet one of the dragons there. I painted, and he sat there watching me the whole time."

"Awe." Ginny sighed, still that dreamy look on her.

"I hope he's been a gentleman since then," Molly says.

"He is, I promise. He's really great, I can promise you, you did a great job. " I smile at her, and she just waves me off, but I know my words meant a lot.

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We spent the rest of the dinner talking about everything else. I got to talk with Hermione about her parents and about being a muggle-born and the fact that Ron, Harry and her are aboutto start their fourth year, I also got to talk with Ginny about Quidditch and with Bill about his job as curse-breaker at the Bank.

I was having a really good time with everybody that I didn't notice it was getting late.

As everybody is going to bed, Charlie walks up to me, takes my hand, and leads me outside.

"So?" He asks.

"What?" I ask back.

"It went well," he grins.

"Shut up!" I laugh, covering my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

"They love you! I knew it. " I feel him hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, fine, you win. I was scared for nothing, " I say, pushing him away, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

"Exactly." He keeps grinning.

"They wanted to know about how we've met," I tell him.

"Oh, merlin... now Bill's gonna make fun of me for the rest for my life, " he laughs defeated.

"Sorry, but your sister was so into the story and had that dreamy look on her face..." I explain.

"It's alright, love," he kisses my nose. " I'm happy you felt at home with them. I'm not sure about Bill, but I can't kick him out. "

"Don't be mean," I laugh. "You know I have my eyes on you, only you,"

"I know." He smiles proudly.

"He does have great hair," I murmur.

"What?" He widens his eyes, and I laugh, bringing him in for a kiss.

"Your hair is not so bad either, don't worry,"

He laughs with me, holding me close to him, stroking my sides lovingly.

"You know," he says after a moment. "You were wrong earlier,"

"Uh?"

"I did notice you when we were at Hogwarts," he says, and I let out a gentle laugh, earning a confused look.

"How could you?" I say .I was three years younger than you, and I was... like... very quiet, Charlie. I'm not mad, if that's what you're thinking. " I smile at him to reassure him.

"You liked to paint in the astronomy tower" he starts "you came to the Quidditch matches, yes, but you sat as far as possible so you weren't getting in people's way and they not in yours. You always ate sitting as close as possible to the doors in the Great Hall. And..."he kisses my nose again,"and you drew a new creature for Hagrid every week. "

I look at him confused. How does he know all of this?

"How?" I finally ask.

"Told you. I did notice you, " he smiles.

"But why did you say anything?" I chuckle.

"I don't know, honestly. I guess with me moving to Romania, I didn't want you to feel like I was abandoning you or feel like you had to follow me... I didn't want to break our hearts. " he lets out a nervous chuckle. "It sounds stupid now... seeing how we turned out"

"A little." I chuckle too, "better late than never, people say. Right?"

"Right," he agrees, I kiss him softly. "I love you,"

"I love you too, Charlie." I move my hand to caress his cheek, and he leans into my touch.

"Aaww!" We hear from above us.

We look up in time to see Ginny watching us from an open window and then being dragged inside by Hermione.

"Sorry," she says apologetically before disappearing into the house.

Charlie and I look at each other, laughing.

"Alright, c'mon. Let's go get some sleep, my love. " Charlie leads me back inside.

"Let's," I agree as I follow him.

It did go well after all.

[greattemptation]

Brood

A longer-than-usual little reward of a fic for @hoko-onchi-writes to celebrate finishing a draft. Thanks to @citrusses for the beta read and @jtimu for the brood read.

Draco had said, "There's no such thing as an innocent invitation from Charlie Weasley," and then flatly refused to come along.

And now Charlie sat across the table, eyes alight, waiting for an answer to his insane proposition. Harry looked around the pub at all the normal people having a normal lunch, at the food and the drink, at the bright, early summer sun tumbling in through the window.

"And there’s no other way to get her out of the nest?"

Charlie laughed, as if that were a silly question. "Well, you can't Imperius a dragon, can you!"  Harry thought it might still be worth considering.

Charlie's smile dimmed. "Harry, it’s not like I know any other Parselmouths. If not this, we'll need to get the whole team of tamers out here to stun her. This is safer."

"Safer for you, maybe.”

"Safer for her."

Harry sighed and acknowledged it was probably for the best that Draco hadn't come along. He was going to kill Harry for this.

"Walk me through it again."

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He reeked. Everything reeked. The whole plan reeked, as far as Harry was concerned.

"And remind me again why I’m doused in dragon pheromones?"

"They should keep her calm." 

"Should. Right. Perfect. And absolutely no Nothing Nose Charm?"

"No spells. Entirely contraindicated for that broody girl." Charlie’s eyes went soft, drifting towards the opening of the glen where multiple tree trunks stood splintered.

Harry didn’t even try to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Charlie was as bad as Hagrid. "Just checking," he said, resigned. "A fake dragon egg heist. Just like old times."

Charlie grinned.

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She was beautiful—small, for a dragon, and a deep, blackish aubergine, brighter and pinker on the snout and spines, and she shone all over in the hot, June sunlight. Wound tightly in the huge nest of broken wood and charred foliage, she gleamed like a cut gem.

She’d been watching his approach, head down, eyes open and alert. Charlie's instructions echoed in his head:

“Approach slowly. Avoid eye contact. Talk to her; tell her about a clutch of eggs near the opening of the valley. Once she follows you—”

“What makes you think she’ll follow me?” 

Charlie scoffed warmly. “Anyone would follow you, Harry.”

Harry’s cheeks warmed, and he looked past Charlie’s shoulder. “We’ll move in, take her cherished bloody rocks, and hopefully it’s enough to break her brood,” Charlie finished.

“And we all Apparate to safety,” Harry said.

“Of course. And we all Apparate to safety.”

Her eyes—blacker than the rest of her—seemed to absorb the same light that gleamed off her scales. She lifted her head a metre or two, visibly sniffing. Neither of them moved.

"Hello," he started, the dusty, slippery syllables spilling awkwardly past his lips.

She snorted, filling the air between them with gusty heat, and laid back down. Despite the relaxed posture, her scales rolled, standing on end, making her look bigger, rounder, sharper. Something tight and prey-like answered near the base of his spine. His heart hammered in a way he was sure she could hear.

"There are eggs over there." He pointed behind himself. "Young that need you."

She stared, that wave of scales pulsing over her back again. Draco really was going to kill him for this.

Charlie's insane script kept slipping out of his mouth. "They need your heat. You are their mother." 

Raising her head, she looked past him, head weaving, as if he might be hiding hatchlings behind his back. 

He spread his hands in front of him, empty, placating. 

Lifting her head even further, she gave him an appraising gaze, and after a minute, cocked it to the side. For a completely destabilizing moment, she reminded him of Padfoot, and he had to remind himself that she weighed several tonnes, was made of nothing but fire and magic, and was more dangerous than his day job and an angry Draco put together. That said, it seemed as good a sign as any, and, facing her the whole time, he started back the way he’d come.

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Harry felt like an overripe fruit forgotten in the sun all afternoon. He was squishy and soft with exertion, overfilled with the too-sweet aftertaste of adrenaline and adventure. He had led a dragon, lied to a dragon. Draco was going to kill him for this. 

He laughed across the table just to let the sensation out and didn't even feel sheepish that Charlie was looking at him with knowing delight and a small smile just this side of condescending.

"It's almost better than sex, isn't it?" Charlie asked in the silence after Harry's laugh had quieted.

Harry chuckled again, traced a finger along the table, not meeting Charlie's bright eyes. He took a sip of his beer, cleared his throat.

Charlie was still smirking when Harry looked up again. "She should lay within a week or two, now that the nest's empty. You could stay, you know. See it through. Finish the job." The tease fluttered all the way down Harry’s spine.

"Oh sod off, you absolutely rotten flirt," Harry bit out through a smirk of his own. He looked around for something to hurl at Charlie, and, ruling out the table's glassware, did what he could with a harsh glare.

It bounced off of Charlie like most things did. Charlie made to take a drink but paused, glass in midair, and asked, “Do you think you’ll tell Draco? You know he’s absolutely going to kill you for this.” 

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[captainlunaxmen]

Charm

Charlie Weasley x reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰Also if you want to be tagged in future Charlie's stories let me know❤️

Summary: time to meet the family.

"I don't think I can do this," I mutter as I lay down on the bed, with Charlie standing next to me.

"Yes, you can," he reassures me, with a gentle tapping on my leg, "They're gonna love you!"

"No, they won't," I complain.

"Well... your parents loved me, and I, too, was scared! Yet it went well!" He tries to make me reason.

I look up at him, sitting up straight, staring into his eyes.

"You got it easier. You had to charm two people, my mom and my grandfather, " I say, holding up two fingers, "I have to charm 8 people!"

Charlie simply smiles at me, so sweetly I could just melt on the spot of I wasn't so terrified. He moves his hand to cup my cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb.

"Love, my absolute, gorgeous, funny, cute, love of my life, perfect reason of my existence" he starts making hard for me to hold a giggle at his antics "You can charm a whole Great Hall at Hogwarts without even trying. No effort, everyone at your feet."

I roll my eyes but can't help but chuckle again.

"No, don't you roll those pretty eyes at me, young lady! It's true, " he laughs, too."You have nothing to worry about. I promise you!"

"But..."

"Nooooooooo!" He pouts."Nope. Shush. They already love you and.."

"You told them about me!?" I widen my eyes, and I lay back down trying to hide under the covers.

"Love?" I hear him laughing softly."Love, c'mon out."

I sit up again.

"Of course I told them about you. You are the love of my life, I had to talk about you." He laughs again, holding my hands in his."They can't wait to meet you, and they already love you, "

I sigh deeply. I look up at him, trying to find any sign of mockery, but, unfortunately for me, I don't find any.

"Fine," I whine. "Fine, we'll go see your family,"

"Yes!" He cheers, standing up, taking me with him and hugging me. "They're gonna love you, sweetheart."

"Yeah... yeah, alright." I wave him off and just get to work and prepare my bags.

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"You're okay, love, you're fine." Charlie caresses my back as we walk closer to his childhood's home.

"Yeah... I know... I am..." I stutter out, breathing heavily.

"You're shaking," he informs me. "Okay, hey. Look at me. "

He stops me and turns me to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Breath." He breathes in and waits for me to do the same.

I take a deep breath and mimic him.

"In and out. Good girl, " he smiles.

"Let's get it over with, " I almost beg.

He grabs my hand, and together, we walk to the front door.

Charlie knocks once, and the door is already opening, revealing a short red-haired woman with the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen. She must be Charlie's mother.

"Charlie!" She exclaims quickly, hugging Charlie.

"Hi, mom," he says, hugging her back, "I can't breathe, mom." He chuckles breathlessly.

She lets him go and turns to me.

"Aw, and you must be Y/n. It's so nice to finally meet you, my dear" she coos.

"So nice meeting you, Mrs Weasley." I hold my hand out to shake her hand, but she quickly moves it and cages me in a big hug.

"Just call me Molly, dear," she says, letting me go, "C'mon, let's go inside."

"See? Nothing to worry about, " Charlie whispers to me as we get into the house.

"Just one out of eight." I take a breath as I'm led into what I think is the living room.

"Charlie!" A red-haired girl runs up to Charlie, giving him a quick hug, "finally!"

She doesn't look much older than thirteen, I think.

"C'mon, we're not that late!" Charlie defends himself."By the way, Ginny, this is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hi," I timidly wave at her.

She looks at me for a second, then smiles brightly and turns to her brother.

"She's too pretty for you, Char," she teases, and I can't help but laugh a little at that.

"It's so nice to be home," Charlie sighs sarcastically. "Don't laugh!" He turns to me to shove me a little.

"I'm sorry, love," I say, holding his hand.

" 'love' ? You two are so cute, " Ginny exclaims.

"Look who finally decided to join us," a voice calls.

"You took your time," another voice speaks.

I look up and see two identical red heads coming up to us.

"Love? These two are Fred and George." He introduces us. "Don't trust them," he adds in a whisper.

"Hey!" They say together.

"That's rude!"

"Very rude, brother," one of them comes in front of me, taking my hand. "Don't listen to him. We are not that bad," he kisses my hand.

"Right. We are true gentlemen. " The other one moves his twin out of the way to kiss my hand, too.

"Yeah... ask Ron what they did to his teddy bear when he was younger, " Charlie accuses.

"What..?" I say with a small giggle.

"Are you sure you want him?"

"You can still back down, you know."

"Alright, leave her alone!" Charlie laughs and leads me further into the room with the rest of his family.

"Hello, everyone." He waves at everyone."This is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hello, it's a pleasure being here." I wave too and look at all the faces.

"Oh, my dear girl, we finally meet you. Charlie told us so much about you. " A tall man stands up from the couch to get closer. "I'm Arthur. Charlie's father"

"Oh, pleasure to meet you, Mr Weas-"

"Arthur, please. You're family now, no need for formalities, " he says, sending me a smile that I return, then he's off to the kitchen, probably to help his wife.

"Alright, that one there is Bill," Charlie points at a long-haired man sitting on the couch.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi, lovely," he smiles.

"Don't flirt with my girlfriend, thanks," Charlie complains.

"I just said 'hi,' " Bill defends himself, raising his hands up in the air.

"I'm Ron," a much younger boy stands up and walks to us, I was just in time to notice he was pushed by a brunette sitting beside him.

"Nice to meet you," I shake his hand.

"I'm Hermione Granger, Ronald's friend." The girls stand up as well.

"I'm Y/n L/n," I say, shaking her hand as well. "Wait... Granger?" I ask, and she nods."Are your parents dentists? Or maybe a relative is?"

"Yeah. My parents" she smiles gently.

"My parents used to take me to them, I think, when I was younger!" I explain.

"Really?"

"Yes, I remember them being so nice. I was never scared," I laugh. " they're still working, I hope,"

"Oh yes, they are," she answers.

"It's so nice to hear this."

"Oh, Harry. Hi, " Charlie greets, so I look past Hermione to see a boy with glasses walking in.

"Hey, Charlie. How are you?" He asks.

"I'm great, hey, this is my girlfriend Y/n."

"Hey," I say, going to shake his hand, and while doing this, I notice a scar on his face.

Oh..

"I'm Harry," he simply says.

"Nice to meet you." I smile gently at him.

"Dinner is ready!" Molly screams from the kitchen.

"Finally!" Ron exclaims.

"How are you always hungry?" Hermione asks as she follows everyone into the kitchen.

Harry sends me an amused smile and walks away.

"Wait..." I say, holding Charlie's hand .I met your parents, 2, I met your little sister, 3, the twins 5, Ron, 6, Bill, 7... Hermione and Harry are not your siblings... isn't anyone missing?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah... I don't think Percy's gonna join us. Too busy at the ministry, " he says, almost defeated, so I decide not to press the subject.

"Oh... okay... it's alright. " I smile at him." C'mon, can't wait to finally taste your mom's food. "

We arrive in the kitchen, and there are two open seats left... on opposite sides.

"C'mon, dear, come sit here." Molly jokes, pointing at the seat next to Ginny but still close to her.

"You'll be fine," Charlie whispers to me before going to sit next to his father.

I take a seat, Ginny is on my left, Molly on hers, on my right sit Hermione and in front of me there's Bill.

"Free yourself for a bit." Bill jokes, catching Charlie's attention.

"How about you sit here, brother?" Charlie offers, pointing at where Harry is sitting, in front of him.

"Charlie, behave" Arthur scolds his son, who simply sit, but I can sense he's keeping an eye on his brother, all while everyone is laughing and just goes back and their own business.

"Now, dear, tell me all about it." Molly starts as she puts a generous slice of shepherd's pie on my plate. "How did you two meet?"

"Oh," I nervously laugh. "Well.."

"Mom, don't make her nervous," Ginny says to her mother.

"No, no, it's fine, really," I reassure them. "I... well, I had just finished my seventh year at Hogwarts and"

"You too were at Hogwarts. How nice!" She comments, that huge gentle smile always on her face.

"Yes, but I've always been very quiet, so I don't think he has ever actually noticed me before we met there, actually," I say.

"Weasleys are louder by nature," Ginny assures me, smiling too.

"He sure is. Anyway, I had finished my last year and I wanted to take a year for myself, after my father's death it's been kind of hard, helping at home when I wasn't at Hogwarts and... yeah, I wanted to paint magical creatures, so I travelled all the way to Romania."

"You paint?" Bill asks, and I nod."Oh wow, you will have to show us some of your work, "

"Yeah, maybe next time I'll bring some." I smile at him.

"Go on," Ginny urges. She looks at me with dreamy eyes.

"I arrive in this camp, and I was almost expecting and hoping they could show me more accurate pictures of dragons to take inspiration from. At first, I found this, I have to say, very rude man, asking me constantly why I was there and why I was bothering them. He also almost threw away the drawing I was showing him to explain why I was there.

"What?! Please tell me Charlie arrived to tell him something, " Ginny exclaims.

"Uhm... no." I laugh softly."No, I spent, I think, a good hour and a half dealing with this man, "

"Oh poor thing," Molly sighs. "And then?"

"I managed to get onto the camp and look at some pictures and drawings, and I started to paint something. So I'm sitting there, painting quietly when suddenly something fell right beside me. Or someone fell right beside me. " I laugh at the memory.

"Really?" Bill asks very amused by his brother's first impression.

"Yes. Not only did he scare me, but he fell on my oil paint, getting it all over him. Especially on his face."

"Oh, that would've been such a great view," Bill laughs.

"It was," I confirm.

"And then?" Ginny asks.

"Then he started to apologise, profusely, saying he would've bought back all the water paint. But I assured him he didn't need to, since my grandfather owed a shop with all the materials I needed."

"Oh my dear boy," Molly tries to hold back the laughter but fails.

"We started to talk, and once I told him I wanted to paint a dragon... well.. that same night, he sneaked me back into the camp and let me meet one of the dragons there. I painted, and he sat there watching me the whole time."

"Awe." Ginny sighed, still that dreamy look on her.

"I hope he's been a gentleman since then," Molly says.

"He is, I promise. He's really great, I can promise you, you did a great job. " I smile at her, and she just waves me off, but I know my words meant a lot.

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We spent the rest of the dinner talking about everything else. I got to talk with Hermione about her parents and about being a muggle-born and the fact that Ron, Harry and her are aboutto start their fourth year, I also got to talk with Ginny about Quidditch and with Bill about his job as curse-breaker at the Bank.

I was having a really good time with everybody that I didn't notice it was getting late.

As everybody is going to bed, Charlie walks up to me, takes my hand, and leads me outside.

"So?" He asks.

"What?" I ask back.

"It went well," he grins.

"Shut up!" I laugh, covering my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

"They love you! I knew it. " I feel him hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, fine, you win. I was scared for nothing, " I say, pushing him away, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

"Exactly." He keeps grinning.

"They wanted to know about how we've met," I tell him.

"Oh, merlin... now Bill's gonna make fun of me for the rest for my life, " he laughs defeated.

"Sorry, but your sister was so into the story and had that dreamy look on her face..." I explain.

"It's alright, love," he kisses my nose. " I'm happy you felt at home with them. I'm not sure about Bill, but I can't kick him out. "

"Don't be mean," I laugh. "You know I have my eyes on you, only you,"

"I know." He smiles proudly.

"He does have great hair," I murmur.

"What?" He widens his eyes, and I laugh, bringing him in for a kiss.

"Your hair is not so bad either, don't worry,"

He laughs with me, holding me close to him, stroking my sides lovingly.

"You know," she says after a moment. "You were wrong earlier,"

"Uh?"

"I did notice you when we were at Hogwarts," he says, and I let out a gentle laugh, earning a confused look.

"How could you?" I say .I was two years younger than you, and I was... like... very quiet, Charlie. I'm not mad, if that's what you're thinking. " I smile at him to reassure him.

"You liked to paint in the astronomy tower" he starts "you came to the Quidditch matches, yes, but you sat as far as possible so you weren't getting in people's way and they not in yours. You always ate sitting as close as possible to the doors in the Great Hall. And..."he kisses my nose again,"and you drew a new creature for Hagrid every week. "

I look at him confused. How does he know all of this?

"How?" I finally ask.

"Told you. I did notice you, " he smiles.

"But why did you say anything?" I chuckle.

"I don't know, honestly. I guess with me moving to Romania, I didn't want you to feel like I was abandoning you or feel like you had to follow me... I didn't want to break out hearts. " he lets out a nervous chuckle. "It sounds stupid now... seeing how we turned out"

"A little." I chuckle too, "better late than never, people say. Right?"

"Right," he agrees, I kiss him softly. "I love you,"

"I love you too, Charlie." I move my hand to caress his cheek, and he leans into my touch.

"Aaww!" We hear from above us.

We look up in time to see Ginny watching us from an open window and then being dragged inside by Hermione.

"Sorry," she says apologetically before disappearing into the house.

Charlie and I look at each other, laughing.

"Alright, c'mon. Let's go get some sleep, my love. " Charlie leads me back inside.

"Let's," I agree as I follow him.

It did go well after all.

[looneyleyle]

quidditch and dragons and hot younger brothers ~ c. weasley

synopsis: maeve has been close with the weasleys for years, but after 5 years away, she can't get over how much they've all grown. especially the charred dragon tamer. or, in which her best friend's younger brother may be the one for her!

warnings: small mentions of anxious tendencies (skin picking), unedited as always

word counter: 7156 words

**image is NOT mine!!

third person pov

"now boys, your father has a very exciting announcement to make!" molly weasley cheered, focused in on her three youngest boys. the rest of her children all sat at the back of the table in front of her. the eldest sons, along with ginny, all sat there, smiles on their faces, some with jittery legs bouncing up and down at the coming announcement. arthur, who was beside molly, stepped forward, smile brewing on his lips.

"we will be going to this year's quidditch world cup!"

the boys exploded in cheers, the quaint home filled with whoops and hollers and yells of all sorts. ginny was practically bouncing out of her seat, happy that she didn't ruin the secret for her brothers. bill and charlie sat in the back, arms folded across their chests, happy to be back home and to see their family this happy. it had been a while for the two of them, with bill off in egypt and charlie in romania. my, how their siblings had grown, with even starry-eyed little ginny already going into her third year at hogwarts. and now, the two of them were there to spend the next few weeks with them, no work, no curses, no dragons, just a relaxing time with their family.

as the younger ones made their way upstairs for bed, still jumping around from excitement over the world cup, bill went to help his mum with the dishes, while charlie went over to arthur to help with some trinkets in the shed.

"y'know," he started, stacking the dirty plates together, "maeve owled that she's going to the world cup as well." molly gasped, throwing the towel in her hand down at the ground.

"and you haven't invited the girl over yet?! you must owl her straight away, and i expect her here by nightfall overmorrow. do you understand billius?" bill couldn't help but laugh, with the slightest twinge of fear, at his mother's tone.

he wrote to her straight away, and sure enough, maeve was there in their fireplace first thing the morning the day after receiving bill's owl, easily making it before the matron weasley's deadline. she was a bit disoriented, but the smile on her face wouldn't falter as she looked around the home she spent most holidays at during her time at hogwarts. it was all the same, the colorful furniture, the ever present sound of someone scurrying about, and the lovely clock, with all nine arrows pointed to the upper-left corner: 'HOME'. the smell of whatever dish molly had cooked up for breakfast wafted through the air, and maeve felt all the tension leave her. it was good to be back. a wobbled sound of footsteps rustled over to the entrance to the living room, and a pudgy mrs. weasley entered maeve's line of vision.

"oh maeve, darling, i'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed, running towards her. maeve dropped her bags and returned the bear hug she found herself in.

"i came as soon as i got bill's owl. it's been too long." she returned, pulling away from the woman's grip. a couple more pairs of footsteps scurried on into the living room, each bug-eyed as their sights landed on the girl- the woman in front of them.

"maevey, is that you?" ginny exclaimed, already running over. maeve laughed, engulfing the younger girl into a hug, twirling her through the air like she did when ginny was just a tot.

"it's been so long! look at how grown you've gotten! i remember when you were all but this tall and i would be braiding your hair while your brothers were whacking garden gnomes! you've grown quite nicely." maeve exclaimed. the girl blushed, being set back down on the ground and pulling away from the older girl and going back to her breakfast. next up was ron- who was promptly cut off by fred, who pulled himself and george right up in front of maeve before ron had the chance.

"maeve!"

"it's been quite a while!"

"try this!"

"our treat!"

the two kept toppling over each other's words, leaving maeve's head spinning, laughing at the ever-present chaos the twins brought around with them.

"alright you knuckleheads, leave her alone." a voice called out from behind. bill was there, at the back of the room, an amused smile playing at his lips as he watched his younger brothers try to trick his best friend into eating their latest disaster candy. the two backed off, quipping comments at their brother. maeve's face lit up as she ran over to her best friend.

"bill, it's great to see you again!" she greeted, bringing the boy into a hug.

"it's been a while. hard to visit you when you're traveling all over."

"when i stopped in cairo on my way to ref the patonga proudsticks game, you were the one that was to busy to say hey." she argued, huffing dramatically, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"oh bugger off." he laughed, the two of them splitting apart. ron started bouncing up and down besides them at the mere mention of quidditch.

"blimey, you reffed a proudsticks match?!" he buzzed, adoration scribbled across his face. maeve smirked, coming closer to the boy.

"i reffed last year's catapults-cannons game, the one where galvin gudgeon debuted and caught the snitch within five minutes, a cannon's team record." maeve boasted, remembering ron's unwavering loyalty to the cannons. ron seemed as if he could burst, his face all bright red and cheeks puffed.

"bill, you didn't tell me your friend was this cool! a bloody quidditch ref, how d'you reckon i could land a job like that?" he gushed. maeve's smile didn't leave her face for a second; the boy's enthusiasm was infectious.

"you have to have good luck and actually be good at quidditch, unlike yourself. plus, not the most stable of jobs, better off doing something in the ministry." a snotty voice piped up, entering the room

"aww, percy, you haven't changed a bit. get over here!" maeve called, arms wide open. the boy rolled his eyes, but reluctantly walked over to the girl. she slammed him into a hug, ruffling up his perfectly styled hair.

"always cheesed off, aren't ya." she teased. percy promptly pulled away, smoothing out his clothes and straightening his back.

"i'll have you know, i am currently working at the department of international magical co-operation, under the lead of bartimous crouch." he bragged. maeve and bill shared a knowing look, having always commented on percy feeling the need to show off his accomplishments at any opportunity he got.

a final pair of footsteps clomped into the living room, and there stood charlie weasley, the last of the weasley children up that morning. his eyes were still glazed with sleep, but at the sight of maeve in the living room, he straightened up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to make sure he was seeing this right.

and sure enough, it was indeed maeve walsh, standing in front of him after all these years, surrounded by his various siblings.

"well well well, look at you charles, all grown up." she said, smile growing impossibly wider. he couldn't fight the smile that grew on his face even if he wanted to as she came up to him, bringing him into her umpteenth hug of the day. he was still a bit out of it from sleep and slight shock, seeing the girl he had the biggest crush on as a schoolboy now five years later. she had grown a lot since he last saw her, much more mature, an air of confidence surrounding her.

she pulled him out to about an arm's length away, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she gave him a once over.

"look at this. scars, big burn on the arm, hair short, have you gotten more freckles? you sure have changed a lot haven't you? must be all that time wrangling dragons off in romania and whatnot." she laughed, giving him a cheeky wink. charlie tried to fight it, he was positively sure he had gotten over his childhood crush on his brother's best friend, but he couldn't help but turn red at her piercing gaze. if it had been but a few years prior, he would have absolutely melted on the spot.

"oh boys, leave the poor girl alone, let her at least leave the living room! you must be starving dearie, come on over, i have some sausages ready just for you." with that, the weasley children scrambled out of maeve's way, letting the girl finally enter the rest of the weasley home.

when she made her way to the kitchen, she saw arthur weasley there, finishing up the morning's edition of the daily prophet.

"well i'll be. if it isn't miss maeve walsh. it's been quite a bit since i've last seen you here!" he exclaimed, coming over from his seat to shake her hand.

"always a pleasure arthur. couldn't pass up an opportunity to spend more time back here."

"i'm afraid i must be leaving for work, but i do hope we can catch up over stew tonight. last i heard you're working as a quidditch referee? how exciting." he conversed, grabbing his suitcase and making his way to the fireplace. before maeve could reply, he was off.

as molly served up a generous plate of food ("my dear, are they starving you off at work? here, an extra helping of toast and eggs should do the trick!"), maeve just enjoyed watching the weasley children going about their day. it was as if she never left.

"it's so crazy seeing all of the weasleys in one place after all this time" she remarked to molly, accepting the plate from the woman. molly beamed as she looked out at all of the children scattered about the living room and kitchen.

"it sure is. couldn't ask for anything more," she started, a far-off look in her eyes, before zeroing her gaze back on the girl. "and now you're back as well! and ron's friends will be arriving in the following days, my, we'll see if the house can handle this many youngins running about." she fussed. "but make yourself at home dear. it really is great to have you back. now eat up!"

and with that, maeve began to dig in, with weasleys seemingly forming lines to talk to her. ginny pushed her way in front of her brothers, gushing about how she'd finally have another girl there besides hermione. being stuck with at least four boys all summer got quite boring to her, wanting to do more 'girly' things. fred and george tried yet again to sneak her some 'treats', but were stopped by molly, who came in hot, swatting at them with the towel she was using to dry off the dishes. ron came up just as maeve finished up her meal, chatting her ear off about all things quidditch, asking about the matches she's reffed, games she's watched, and general quidditch news. even percy chimed in with a few comments, mostly about some recent international wizarding decree violations by some members of the heidelberg harriers.

"boys!" molly's shrill voice yelled, bringing all of the weasley boys into the kitchen as maeve finished cleaning up her breakfast plate. "help maeve bring her stuff upstairs, would you? you'll be staying with bill and charlie in their room."

"just like old times." bill quipped, already going to pick up maeve's bags before he bumped into charlie, who was coincidentally also going to pick up her bags. bill gave his brother a quizzical look before it morphed into a knowing smirk, and charlie simply huffed before stepping back, allowing bill to help the girl out. the attention was quickly diverted off of them by a short and loud "eep!" coming from the woman of the hour. fred and george had hoisted her up onto their shoulders, careful to hunch down a bit so she wouldn't hit her head on the ceiling.

"we'll help you up there."

"too long of a journey to make on your own two feet."

"oh, boys, put her down! that's no way to treat a lady!" molly yelled.

"on the contrary mum, this is exactly how a lady should be treated!" george countered.

"swept off of her feet and carried up to her room by two true gentlemen!" fred exclaimed. maeve could only laugh, jokingly swatting at the boys until they gently let her back down onto her own feet. bill rolled his eyes but laughed regardless, beginning the familiar trek up to his shared room. as always, bill and her argued over the sleeping arrangements, with bill insisting that he sleep on the mattress on the floor and have her sleep on the bed. and like always, maeve forced him to compromise, with the two of them rotating between the bed and the floor mattress. and, again, just like olden times, just as they would settle the whole thing, charlie would come up and throw his name into the hat, saying how he couldn't let them take the floor while he had the bed the whole time. so, the three would all take turns sleeping on the, admittedly quite uncomfortable, floor mattress throughout the following week leading up to the world cup.

maeve's time back at the burrow couldn't be more nostalgic. even with everyone all grown up, they were the same crazy family as they always were. there was always some sort of noise echoing throughout the burrow, but it was never loud or obnoxious -or at least, usually not, so long as fred and george weren't involved. it was packed and people would always find themselves bumping into one another, especially with the addition of harry and hermione in the following days after maeve's arrival. it was just one big, loving family, and maeve wouldn't want to spend her summer days in any other way.

each day mirrored those summer days from way back when, from wizard's chess with ron to whacking gnomes with the twins to the whole-family quidditch matches. maeve felt like a young girl again, running around with the weasley children, all responsibilities temporarily forgotten. it was all the same.

except, of course, the ever present fact that everyone was, indeed, five years older. ginny was no longer a little girl who maeve would read bedtime stories to. now, ginny was asking for boy and hair and makeup advice. ron seemed to have his foot in his mouth a lot more now, especially around his friend hermione, something maeve didn't think was possible considering his unfiltered nature as a kid. fred and george were ever the pranksters, but they were undoubtedly smarter, more cunning, than before, having successfully slipped a couple mostly-harmless trick treats into her. percy was still stuck up, but with an even bigger ego than before, now that he had his impressive ministry job. bill, in maeve's eyes, stayed more or less the same, as she had kept up with him for the past five years.

but charlie, charlie seemed to be the one whose change messed with maeve the most. he was vastly more mature and composed than he ever was during her time knowing him. of course, maeve had known about his schoolboy crush on her, in fact, she knew about all the little crushes the younger weasley boys had on her. she was their older brother's best friend, the only consistent older girl in their lives, it was only natural that they all sought her attention to some varying degree. with charlie though, it was always obvious; tripping over words, always running to help her out, bragging about any and all accomplishments a little louder than he normally would if she was in the next room, et cetera. maeve, of course, never did anything about it, as he was just her best friend's little brother. it just wasn't something that ever crossed her mind; he was her best friend's younger brother and that was that, nothing more, nothing less.

now, though, charlie was more collected. he easily maintained a witty banter with her without stumbling to get words out. he no longer raised his voice to brag about himself, keeping a healthy dose of ego without listing off achievements like a resume. he was also less rigid around her, no longer standing stiffly the second she passed by, he was able to relax, to laugh with her. and most importantly, he didn't follow her around like a lost puppy. he was able to enjoy his family's presence without obsessing over where maeve was or if she could hear him.

and because of all of this, maeve found herself wanting to spend some more time with charlie, getting to know this new adult version of him better. admittedly, she found herself laughing a bit harder at his quippy jokes, and, not that she'd ever say it out loud, but wouldn't feel the need to look away right away when he came back into the house from helping arthur out in the shed, a thin layer of sweat covering his muscled arms, shown off by the simple tank he strutted around in.

the two spent a lot more time together than they ever had in the past, usually in the company of bill, of course.

late nights, they would find themselves alone in the living room, everyone else already tucked in and snoozing or in their rooms, chatting up a storm. it would just be maeve, charlie, and bill, with bill quickly falling asleep on the couch next to them ("what an old bogey" charlie would quip, his cheeks always being ever-so-slightly twinged pink, because let's face it, even if he was "over his schoolboy crush on her", maeve was a pretty, intelligent girl sitting there, now alone with him without his brother's teasing stare on him). one night, they were so immersed in their conversation that molly stumbled upon them, the sun peaking over the horizon, not a wink of sleep gotten.

the morning of the quidditch world cup, the adults, adult children, and hermione were the first ones up, scurrying around to pack their bags and get ready for the trip there. molly was preparing tea, scones, and some fruit for everyone as arthur made sure he had everything in order, from the portkey time to the tickets to the lot their tent was set up in.

"up up up, out the door, out the door in five minutes, all of you! you're going to be late!" molly rushed, motioning for them all to leave. hermione started up the stairs, already ready to rip the boys out of bed. percy followed behind her, jumping at the opportunity to yell at his troublesome younger brothers. maeve volunteered to go up to wake up charlie, pointedly ignoring the raise of bill's brow at her already bounding up the stairs.

when she got up there, she knocked somewhat quietly on the door. no response. she turned the knob lightly, opening it ever so slightly. charlie laid there, splayed out on his bed, snoring.

"charlie." she called out quietly. he looked so peaceful, sprawled out here, woven with the sheets. she just stood there for a beat, taking a moment to appreciate him.

"charlie, wake up" she said a bit louder, peeking her head a bit further in the room. finally, he woke up with a start, sitting up abruptly to look at whoever was at the door. his blanket quickly fell, showing off his skimpy sleep tank (which accentuated his arms quite nicely, a thought that maeve made sure to zip up).

"mhm, i'll be out in a sec." he replied before immediately flopping back down onto the bed, eyes closing again.

"charles septimus weasley, you'd better be out of bed in the next minute, or else you'll send your mother into a fit about us being late for the world cup." it was as if the mention of quidditch brought him back to life, jolting up and saluting the woman in his doorway, getting up and out of his bed.

"aye aye captain."

after surely much more than five minutes, the rest of the weasleys and company were out of bed, with ron and harry apparently giving hermione much more trouble than a sleepy charlie did maeve, and gathered outside of the burrow, ready to start the trek.

percy led the group with arthur, droning on and on about some ministry assignment. harry and ron held up the rear, sleepily dragging their feet through the grass, wishing they could be back in the comfort of ron's room, blankets wrapped tightly around them. a yawn could be heard from ron, leading hermione to shoot him a look from ahead mid-conversation with ginny. in front of the two girls were bill, maeve, and charlie clumped together, talking about the old days back at hogwarts and all that, as well as finally catching maeve up with everything they've been up to since. the three hadn't had the time during maeve's first few days back, as they had been chock-full of different activities. she had already known about most of the stuff with bill, for even though they had not seen each other much, the two would frequently owl. charlie, however, she knew virtually nothing about his time in the past couple of years. he told her all about these crazy dragon taming stories, but what caught maeve's sleepy attention was the care with which he would talk about these creatures. from nursing them back to health to sharing monumental moments in their lives with, he talked about these dragons with nothing but love and respect. he was always a fiercely passionate boy, realizing his love of magical creatures early on, but now? he was a fiercely passionate man, something she kept on reminding herself of with each look at his sculpted, scarred arms or built frame.

after what felt like forever, they finally reached the portkey, the trio not even noticing the addition of amos diggory and his son, too entrenched in their own conversation. everyone crowded the manky old boot, fred pushing bill out of the way to be next to maeve, giving her a quick wink. she rolled her eyes and leaned down, looking to her other side to see charlie thoroughly unamused by his brother's antics. they all grabbed on, and when it came time to let go, maeve had a wobbly descent, leading charlie to wrap a firm arm around her to stabilize her. maeve gave charlie an appreciative nod after they landed, charlie teasing her about her inability to use a portkey.

at the cup, ginny, hermione, and maeve split off from the rest of the group, going to their slightly smaller tent while the boys piled into the tent lent to arthur from perkins.

night quickly fell upon the field of partying wizards, everyone moving in droves to see what was sure to be a phenomenal game. the twins, who had an awfully suspicious looking conversation with none other than ludo bagman, were bursting with excitement, which seemed to be flowing through everyone there.

the arena hummed with energy from the get-go. the weasleys couldn't wait to watch, being the first major quidditch match that many of them had ever attended. after the uncomfortable encounter with the malfoys, they climbed and climbed ("blimey dad, how much higher?") until they reached the top. maeve was, of course, draped in green garments in support of her home team, ireland. bill was in similar robes, while charlie donned red and black, as most of the other dragon tamers back in romania pushed him to root for bulgaria.

maeve's face lit up as krum caught the snitch, the math in her head aligning with the realization of every irish supporter in the arena: 170-160, the score in favor of the green white and orange.

maeve gloated on and on about the win, beaming from ear to ear. charlie couldn't help but admire her, his love for quidditch was almost as big as his love for dragons, and seeing her passion rival his stirred something within him, something he had been fighting with himself over, the fact that she would be leaving only a day after weighing heavily on his chest.

"and youuu thought the bulgarians had a chance? ha! an absolute blowout of a game prior to krum's folly, and we weren't even the ones to catch the snitch! he's a right talented seeker, i'll give you that, but merlin is he a daft one!" she laughed, rubbing the win in charlie's face. bill was exhausted and retired to his bunk as soon as the group arrived at the tent, while charlie offered to walk maeve back the short distance to the girls' tent. hermione and ginny went to celebrate with the others in the main tent, leaving charlie and maeve to their own devices.

"yeah yeah, you win. but, if quigley hadn't whacked dimitrov with that bludger, which was of questionable legality, mind you, they would have at least had a shot."

"a perfectly legal hit from where i'm sitting, and i am the resident quidditch ref here." she gloated, hoisting herself up onto the small table behind her. charlie walked up, almost in between her legs, the firewhiskey the trio had shared earlier pumping charlie full of confidence, not backing down.

"oh yeah, because from where i'm sitting, i would say dimitrov only got hit by quigley's bludger because of moran attempting to blatch him. if dimitrov didn't think he was going to collide with moran, then he wouldn't have been sent straight into the bludger's path, and i think any good quidditch ref would be able to see that."

"questioning my integrity now are ya charlie?" maeve teased, scooting a bit further on the edge of the table, trying to get up in charlie's face. but, maeve scooted just a tad too far, sending the table tipping and maeve falling straight into charlie, who was able to catch her, but not fast enough to prevent them from toppling over onto the floor.

the moment was charged, uncharted territory for the two of them, so close together, truly alone for the first time practically ever, save from a few silent mornings eating breakfast years and years ago. charlie diffused the tension with a laugh, not trying to fall back into his schoolboyish ways with her. she returned with a hearty chuckle, getting off of him and pulling him up, a slight pink dust upon her cheeks. the two of them stood there for a second before yells were heard from outside, the tent flaps opening wildly.

"we have to go, now." arthur ordered, not even acknowledging how close the two had been, nor why the two of them were in the tent alone. the two looked at each other in shock and concern before maeve started pulling the two out of the tent. ginny, ron, harry, hermione, and the twins were nowhere to be seen, while bill and percy stood alongside their father, awaiting orders. noticing the concern on both of their faces at the missing parties, arthur spoke up.

"they're hiding. we have to help." was all he could rush out before a large blast of fire landed a couple tents down from them. charlie and maeve looked around to see people fleeing in all directions, and groups of masked wizards going around, chanting, destroying anything in their path, and tortuing innocent people. maeve's wand appeared in her hand in a flash, ready to fend them off.

the five of them ran about, ushering people into hiding while fighting off any death eaters that came into their path. charlie went off to help an elderly wizard couple get into the woods safely, causing him to be separated from the rest.

when the dark mark appeared, a chill ran up and down maeve's spine, and she became acutely aware of charlie's absence.

"why isn't charlie back yet." she growled through gritted teeth, but her words failed to cover up the worry in her tone. bill noticed, but had nothing to say to help ease her worries -he was equally, if not more so, worried about charlie's location as she was.

after what felt like hours, the weasleys and friends were reunited, and arthur was quick to send the children home with the adult weasleys minus percy, who would stay behind with arthur to help the ministry clean up and assess damages. bill and maeve ushered the group to the emergency portkeys that had been brought in by the ministry.

upon arriving home, molly bombarded them, hugging each of her children, making sure they were alright. she was worried when she didn't see arthur or percy, but her worries were eased when charlie explained that they had stayed back to help. after molly sent everyone up to bed, the kids had so many questions, and so they followed the adults up to their room. harry, ron, and hermione all sat on the floor mattress, fred and george leaded up against the far wall, and ginny sidled up next to maeve on charlie's bed, still a bit spooked.

"death eaters? what are death eaters?" harry asked, feeling a bit silly that everyone else knew what they were.

"it's what you-know-who's supporters called themselves. i think we saw what's left of them tonight." bill explained.

"but what were they doing there?" ginny continued. bill shrugged.

"your guess is as good as ours. death eaters haven't been active for years now, most of them either in azkaban or too afraid to end up there to show their faces." maeve said, twiddling her thumbs. she tried to seem neutral in front of the younger ones, but on the inside, there was a twinge of paranoia within her. the last time the dark mark had appeared was during the war, and maeve didn't want to think about the implications that had on what was to come.

"what we do know is that the ministry has this covered. the death eaters are gone, a fair amount of them captured tonight. it'd probably be best if we all got some shuteye." charlie suggested, getting up to escort the younger ones to their rooms. charlie went upstairs with the twins, ron, and his friends, while bill went with ginny across the stairway, knowing she was more than rattled and that she would probably need someone with her tonight.

"you take the bed tonight. i'm gonna stay with ginny, help her get some peace of mind. g'night." bill told her, pulling her into a quick side hug before following his sister out and to her room.

aloen in the room with her thoughts, maeve couldn't find it in her to move to get off to bed. she sat there on charlie's bed, unmoving, staring out the dark window into the abyss.

a bit later, charlie came back into the room, finding maeve in the exact same spot as earlier. his brow furrowed, and he sat up next to her.

"hey, maeve, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to get a good look at her face. she wouldn't look at him, only looking between the window and her hands, with her fingers picking at the skin around her nail.

"i guess i'm a bit more worried than i realized." she mumbled. charlie placed one of his big hands over hers, stopping her hands from continuing.

"i'm not going to lie to you and tell you that everything is okay, but i can tell you that you're okay. you're safe here, and i know that for a fact." he told her, hoping he was being comforting. he wasn't really used to this, spending more time recently comforting dragons rather than humans. she smiled lightly at his words before nodding, getting up to change into her pyjamas.

when she got back into the room, charlie was already changed, sitting upright on the edge of his bed. he looked at her, waiting for her to say something, his concerned, analytical gaze resting on her frame. when she made no move to say anything or move, he got up.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, moving a bit closer to her. she felt silly, the request that popped up into her mind. she nodded, but she was like an open book to charlie, he could tell something was still wrong.

"c'mon darling, you can tell me anything."

"would it-" she started, her hands coming back up to each other again.. charlie watched her hands like a hawk, so she simply clasped them together. "would it be alright if we pushed the beds together? i know it's silly, but-" before she could finish, he was already on it, pushing bill's bed up to his, grabbing a blanket from the floor mattress and wrapping it around her shoulders. this was what he did best, not the talking, but the showing of his care. words weren't his forte, but actions sure as hell were.

and so she hopped into bill's bed, and after turning off the lights, charlie hopped into his, but the two of them met in the middle, only a wee bit of space in between the two. charlie reached an arm out around maeve, watching her face as he did so.

"is this okay?" he whispered. as a response, maeve pulled herself close to him, slotting herself just millimeters away from his body, nodding so he could feel the movements on his chest. he started to rub slow and soft circles into her back, and before he knew it, the two of them were out.

the two woke up to maeve's head buried in charlie's chest, charlie's hand rubbing languid strokes against her shoulder. feeling maeve shifting around in his arms, charlie slowly opened his eyes, being met with hers already staring up at him.

"hey." he whispered, his brain already waking up and becoming acutely aware of his arms still wrapped around her. Before he could overthink anything, to worry that she was uncomfortable, she buried her face back into his chest, mumbling a quiet "hi" in return.

"how are you feeling?" he asked softly. she simply mumbled into him, not having the energy to process the fears she had from the night before. before charlie could ask any more questions, he was interrupted by a sleepy bill coming into the room. he stared long and hard at the sight in front of him; his bed pushed up against charlie's, no maeve to be- oh, no, maeve was there, buried impossibly far into charlie, surely not wanting to look at her best friend as she was caught wrapped up with his younger brother. deciding it was too early to tease, he simply grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom, deciding to process it all later.

neither bill nor charlie nor maeve commented on whatever had been seen that morning as they all sat down with the rest of the weasleys for lunch. arthur and percy had stayed late at the cup last night and were already at the ministry bright and early to deal with the death eaters and the media and all other loose ends that they weren't able to deal with the night prior.

the weasley children were properly spooked from the cup, leading to maeve staying another night, just to help raise the spirits. she spent the day helping distract the younger ones from what had gone down, playing far too many games of wizard's chess for her liking.

when night fell, maeve found herself standing next to molly, folding up some laundry to keep herself busy. molly wouldn't stop looking over at maeve with admiration, and only after she finished folding her pile did she speak up.

"y'know maeve, i always tried to push bill in the right direction if you know what i mean. would love to have you as one of us, officially of course. you know you're always welcome here." maeve of course laughed, thinking back to all the times bill ranted about his mum trying to push the two of them together. after thinking back on the past few days and the... new interactions maeve had been having with a certain weasley, she let out a casually sly comment.

"maybe one of the others will tie me down some day. i'd love to have you as my mum in law." molly squealed at that, bringing her into another one of her signature motherly bear hugs.

maeve, at the insistence of mrs. weasley, stayed at the burrow for a another week, not having to go back to work just yet, but not wanting to leave this wonderful bubble she was in at the burrow. the week was peaceful, domestic, and nothing short of wonderful. during the days, she'd run around with the family, goofing around, forgetting about the world. at night, she would curl up onto one of the beds and talk all night long with bill and charlie, with bill often falling asleep early like the old man he was, leaving charlie and maeve to chat alone most nights.

maeve went with when the kids all had to go to king's cross to get back to hogwarts, having a few more days before she would have to start traveling for the macaws versus warriors game off in new zealand. it was bittersweet watching the children get on the train at platform 9 and 3/4, a part of her wishing to go back to the simplicity of her life at hogwarts.

the next day, bill said his farewells early in the morning, not being able to delay work any longer. he hugged his family goodbye before getting to maeve, looking between her and charlie, who was talking to arthur, giving her a knowing smirk.

"so..." he started, whispering in a teasing voice as to not be heard by the others. maeve's face heated up before lightly smacking his arm.

"billius, if you so much as say one word, merlin, i'll set an ironbelly on you." she whispered back through gritted teeth. bill's smirk got impossibly wider.

"interesting that you're threatening me with dragons. i wonder why that is." he beamed before making his way out the door.

"i'll see you soon, christmas maybe? unless the wedding is sooner." he finished his teasing, maeve mumbling some choice words under her breath, waving as her best friend disapparated.

maeve followed in bill's lead only a few minutes later, grabbing her bags and saying goodbye to the remaining weasleys. molly, of course, reminded her that she was always welcome, and that she would be expected at christmas this year. maeve smiled and promised the woman, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to go to another weasley christmas after all these years.

her last goodbye was to charlie, and it seemed like everyone knew something was up, from molly hand-dusting a nearby lamp, very obviously watching the pair, percy unabashedly peaking above the book in his face to see, and arthur staring "intently" at the clock, as if there was anything interesting to see.

"it was great seeing you again after all these years. thank you for... everything." she told him, her words heavy in her throat. charlie nodded, at a loss for words like he was so many times as a schoolboy.

"i uh- of course. anything for you." he managed to get out, inwardly cringing at his words.

"when will i be- er, when will you be back?" she asked, hoping he would be back soon.

"i don't know, i usually spend holidays in romania, it gets pretty short staffed around those times." he rambled, heart already sinking at the thought that he wouldn't be seeing her for a while. he loved his job, it was his favorite thing in life, but after the tension building between the two of them for the past weeks, he wanted nothing more than to be here, with his family, and her.

"oh." she said, frowning. she quickly replaced it with a smile, trying to rid herself of all of these emotions she was feeling. "well, until we meet again." she told him, giving him a quick hug, which was not nearly enough for either of them, before flooing off to her apartment.

when will i be seeing you again. charlie was sure that's what she was going to say. it was always after the moment was over that he would have these bouts of clarity, where he would over analyze everything that had been said and realize what he should have said instead. he couldn't figure it out, he could face a hungarian horntail or norwegian ridgeback with a clear head, but the second a woman, no, the second maeve was involved, he would lose his head.

he sat there silently at dinner, picking at his food, still thinking about the past few weeks with her. everyone at the table noticed, and eventually, molly had enough.

"oh, quit your moping and go to her." she told him, already putting his food, along with another serving, in to go containers and pushing him towards the fireplace.

"but-"

"i don't want you home until you've told that poor girl how you feel. godric, we haven't all been watching you two pine over each other like puppies for weeks just for you to let her go."

and so, charlie quickly found himself in the middle of maeve's apartment, her standing there wide eyed in shirt she may have snagged from the burrow before she left. charlie had been practicing what to say, but at the sight of her there, in seemingly nothing but his old quidditch jersey, he couldn't think straight anymore.

"charlie- i-" he quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her up into a deep kiss. no words could convey all the pent up emotions he has felt since the first time they met in the gryffindor common room. she didn't waste a second reciprocating, throwing her arms around him and arching herself into him. his arms were wrapped around her so tight, he had the fleeting thought that he might be crushing her, but she held onto him with the same force, pulling him down to her level.

"that jersey looks awfully familiar" he panted when they separated, his face so close to hers that she felt his lips move against hers when he spoke.

"shut up weasley." she huffed, pulling him back down again.

when maeve and charlie showed up to christmas that year hand-in-hand, a flood of whoops and hollers were heard throughout the burrow, an approving nod coming from the eldest weasley child seeing his best friend and brother so happy ("no funny business, alright? or at least, not while i'm in the room you bloody slags").

[thatdammchickennugget]

FOLLOWER CELEBRATIONS - ☆ no rating // ★ smut // ♡ requested // ❄ my faves

HARRY POTTER HEADCANON ASK GAME (500 followers celebration)

☆ Fred Weasley - "dance" / "date" ☆ Charlie Weasley - "family" ☆ Hermione Granger - "crush" ☆ Luna Lovegood - "date" ☆ Blaise Zabini - "affection" ☆ Mattheo Riddle - "sky" / "affection" ☆ Theodore Nott - "sky" / "jealous" ☆ Lorenzo Berkshire - "sky" / "ass" / "habit" / "jealous" ☆ James Potter - "gift" ☆ Fred Weasley - "dance" / "date" ☆ Charlie Weasley - "family" ☆ Hermione Granger - "crush" ☆ Luna Lovegood - "date" ☆ Blaise Zabini - "affection" ☆ Mattheo Riddle - "sky" / "affection" ☆ Theodore Nott - "sky" / "jealous" ☆ Lorenzo Berkshire - "sky" / "ass" / "habit" / "jealous" ☆ James Potter - "gift"

CHARACTER MATCH UPS (1.500 followers celebration)

☆ anon x fred weasley ☆ ree x theodore nott ☆ celeste x ominis gaunt ☆ lyss x mattheo riddle ☆ anon x theodore nott ☆ elliot x draco malfoy/regulus black ☆ char x percy jackson ☆ georgia x mattheo riddle ☆ jay x theodore nott/stiles stilinski ☆ anon x ominis gaunt/mattheo riddle ☆ holly x draco malfoy ☆ daniella x lorenzo berkshire/zuko/grover underwood ☆ mykie x mattheo riddle ☆ anon x fred weasley/liam dunbar ☆ sayuri x remus lupin ☆ ultramarinetovelvet x tom riddle ☆ anon x lorenzo berkshire ☆ anon x theodore nott ☆ aussiehufflepuff x mattheo riddle ☆ anon x luna lovegood/sokka ☆ anon x blaise zabini

MARI'S SPELLSHOP (2.500 followers celebration <3)

// potions

☆ james x sunshine!reader / summer fling ☆ remus x whimsical!reader / lost in the woods ☆ mattheo x reader / roommates ☆ remus x whimsical!reader / accidental touch ☆ tom riddle x sarcastic!reader / stuck together ☆ mattheo riddle x reader / drunken confession ☆ lorenzo berkshire x flirty!reader / secret crush ☆ lorenzo berkshire x protective!reader / lost in the woods

// tomes

☆ horror that leans heavy into themes of isolation ☆ satisfying mysteries, cute romances, and a little bit of both ☆ toxic academic rivals to lovers

// fortunes

☆ theodore nott - the fool ☆ sirius black and remus lupin - the chariot

[little-lazuli]

@going-back-to-505-artic-monkeys stop apologizing love, it’s such a honor that you love this au as much as I do 😭😭 you’re not bothering me at all 💯💯

do u ship theo with anyone?

Theo and Tracey were love birds still trying to figure out where they wanted to go with their relationship before both meeting their end in the Battle of Hogwarts

Does anyone get a redemption in ur au? Someone who was originally bad in the official hp books?

Primarily just Draco and with him, Pansy and Blaise

Thoughts on snape?

Problematic creature who needs fkn therapy, his death had me saying good riddance

Does Ron ever meet pettigrew in the prisoner of azkaban?

Nope, he never really meets Pettigrew but discovers the truth after the fact

When did Ron first meet sirius??

In third year, Draco was at the height of his status of being a dickhead, so he steals scabbers in an attempt to try and prank Ron and when Ron goes after him, Sirius transforms out of his snuffles form and tries to attack Draco, full well knowing he’s Narcissa’s (his cousin’s) son, however Ron steps in between them, scabbers runs away and Ron uses his new wand to beat back a wandless Sirius and escape back to the castle with Draco, this act of kindness from Ron is what sets Draco into a morality and identity crisis for the next book/movie or so

How did the prisoner of azkaban go, considering Ron isn't in the golden trio here?

In the fastest way, Ron in first year gets Charlie’s old wand because Arthur and Molly wanted to buy Percy an owl, this triggers a lot of resentment in Ron which causes him to go into Slytherin. In year two, Ron couldn’t get a new wand because Ginny needed to get her own wand, Ron’s wand eventually implode and breaks in his duel with Lockhart.

Before third year starts, during the weasley family trip to visit Bill in Egypt, the twins joke a bit too far with Ron who ends up locking them in pyramid vault for over three hours refusing to reveal he had any knowledge of anything until Bill and his coworkers broke them out and twins revealed that Ron locked them in there. Molly decides to punish Ron by forcing him to stay home during their trip to Daigon Alley to get supplies.

Arthur and the twins kind of feel bad knowing Ron is alone at home with a chore list. The twins sneak him some chocolate frogs when they come home from shopping.

Ron’s grade start to tank because his wand is essentially broken so he tries to focus more on the paper work of his classes but with his new electives he needs a wand so Astoria, Daphne’s younger sister lets him use her wand during his extra classes whilst the rest of the quartet try to pair up with him in classes to try and mitigate any technical failures he might have.

Ron’s boggart episode happen early on in the year since that’s one of the first few lessons Lupin teaches, Astoria’s wand is too weak to properly conduit Ron’s magic and in fear of breaking it switches it out every now and again with his broken wand (by broken, I mean that it’s still a single stick but has a long crack traveling up most of the whole wand, nearly splitting it in two).

News of Sirius’s attack on Gryffindor tower has Snape in a MOOD that most of Slytherins are on edge because they know an angry Snape isn’t just a bad thing for the other houses but for them as well.

When yule break approaches, news of a potential international wizard’s chess tournament is announced and Ron asks Arthur if he can go, Arthur secretly says yes because he felt bad about Ron staying home hence Ron goes and wins the tournament, and with his earning he goes off to buy himself a wand as seen here.

When he comes back he learns that Molly is mad not at him but at Arthur for a bit but nothing too serious.

In the quidditch game after Yule break, Sirius attempts to break into Slytherin commons after learning that Ron (and therefore scabbers by default) isn’t in Gryffindor, leaving the Slytherin dungeon entrance charred, this sets Snape off, casting a proverbial shadow over much of the Slytherins who try not to cause more problems versus that occasional digs at other houses.

On Ron’s birthday, Scabbers goes missing, Draco has secretly stolen him and just hides him, trying to figure out something to do since both Pansy and Blaise are too grossed out to have anything to do with it and Snape is on Crabbe and Goyle’s booty about grades. Ron gets a note from Draco saying he’s gonna feed scabbers to buckbeak so when Ron goes to confront Draco about both Scabbers and Buckbeak, before they can even hash it out, Sirius attacks Draco in dog form but Draco is able to kick him off just enough for Ron to jump in front of him and Sirius transforms into his human form charging after the two, despite scaring Sirius away, Ron gets injured, a slash mark that sends him to the hospital wing.

Both Theo and Daphne tries to get revenge on Draco after the news of Ron’s injury reaches them but are stopped by Tracey who steps in front of the two, declaring that if the two wanted to get to Draco they’d have to go through her—Tracey is basically a symbol of ignoring the normal order of things for Ron’s life, in this case, she’s unknowingly trying to break the cycle of violence by not letting Daphne and Theo get revenge. Draco seeing both Ron and Tracey, two of the people he once detested most in his house protect him gives him something to think about over the summer.

Rom eventually heals and is able to get a passing grade in his magical theory class (one of the B plot lines I failed to mention earlier) essentially with his new wand and motivation to get better grades, he presents and original study report on his creation of an original spell that gets him his highest grade yet. And with that third year mostly closes on a gentle note

@going-back-to-505-artic-monkeys here dear 🫶🏼

Is Ginny friends with any of Ron's friends?

Not throughout their school years, Ginny kinda thinks Theo is cute ever since Theo saved her from the Basilisk but Ginny never became friends with any of Ron’s friends until after the war where her and Daphne starts having actual conversations without the house politics and teen drama

Does Ron play quiddich in ur au?

No, Ron joins the chess club ran by Daphne’s dad and mostly made up of Slytherins. One of the first things Ron does when he comes home from his first year and remake his room, trashing much of his orange chudly cannon things

Is Ron friends with anyone from the other houses??

Luna Lovegood has a small crush on Ron but they remain platonic because of Ron’s early love for Daphne

[mistersandmangivemeadream]

I ship you with Charlie Weasley! ((There are no gifs of a casted Charlie so I decided Sam Heughan. I decided))

Intro: I love your description of yourself and so it was easy peasy to imagine you in a scenario where you could very well get yourself out of it, but a little help by a clever man might not be unwarranted.

Had lots of fun cracking jokes in this one.

Enjoy!

It burned.

The overpriced lemon drink made you pucker your lips and left behind a flavour similar to sour candies that had been soaked in your grandmother’s bathroom cleaner. Very specific. You don’t remember ever tasting toilet antiseptic. Have you?

You had envisaged this night going much differently.

Your date is an accountant. And it’s not his fault that he gives all accountants the exact reputation expected of them from infancy. Formal, nice, dull. Smells like a nice department store aftershave his mother bought him. Who lives with him. That’s not weird. He has a 401k. There’s a patch of dry skin to the left of his sweetheart shaped lip.

“....so that’s when I told Graham no it’s because your formula is not for the right function, sum….”

You really were hoping the accent would help. It has not. You don’t know whether to scream or yawn so you smile.

“get it-”

It comes out sharper than you mean to, “I got it. Will you excuse me-need to go use the restroom.”

The water from the club’s bathroom sink is desperately splashed into your face over and over. Still not as mind-numbing as the conversation. It’s the most invigorating thing you’ve felt all night. If you hear one more accountant joke or weird fact about David’s mother you might very well explode. The bathroom door opens as a man goes to the urinal closet to you to take a piss. Why? Like why right there? Creep. The sound of it splashing against the tile is the only sound except for a  dull throb of bass from the dance-floor underfoot. You just want to go home. Everything is buzzing. Annoyance.

“You know if you were any louder out there the whole block would hear ya”

You squint over. “I’m sorry, excuse you?” His accent is nicer than your dates. Do the English travel in packs? Like pigeons? The United States like a honing device or maybe those bug lights that lure you in then ZAP. Dead. With a shake you get off the excess water and go to grab a paper towel. Wary of the stranger with his odd introduction. An earring catches the light as he runs a free hand through red hair. He’s hot. Weird. But hot.

“Sorry, I could hear you...well..you were ‘loud’ like I said and I think you might prefer eating nails than talking to whathisname”. Jiggling back into some seriously tight pants, your gaze goes back up now little scared. You had quite literally thought about eating nails at some point in the conversation. He shouldn’t know that. Lucky guess. You go to walk around the man. The ginger looks over your face quickly and realizes something. He quickly cleans up.

“That sounds weird. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah just a bit my sweet dude.”

“‘Sweet dude’. That’s a new one.” He laughs and it’s not a serial killer laugh. You think. You're not sure you’ve ever heard a serial killer so you may not be a good judge of character in this regard.

“Nah, legilimens.”

Your fear quickly dissipates  into anger. How dare-

“You’re right that sounds worse doesn’t it?”

“You think?”

“It’s just you were giving off bad vibes when the gent started touching you. That’s the empath shit you don’t need care about- and thought-”

No business of his about how’d you said you weren’t interested in anything like That as politely as possible and he’d still somehow found ways to touch you. You’d handle it.

“That’d you’d save me? I can take care of myself, thanks. You can’t just go barging into people’s head-”

His brow furrows and he protests. “I didn’t barge.”

“Sneak in like a sneaky little snake man.”

The bark of a laugh on the man fills every corner. You don’t like how it sneaks up into your chest and makes you stop thinking about where you’ve tasted toilet antiseptic before. Arms remain crossed as the Englishman stays a healthy distance away. His hands go  up in a contrite manner. Yeah. We will see how sorry he really is….

“Listen. I’m sorry it was invasive and won’t do it again. Just answer me one question. Or not, won’t force you. ‘Do you want a way out with the gent or not?’”

Like a balloon all the air goes out of you.

“Yeah….but..”

A feeble protest. As the ginger puts out an eager hand as he gets within a couple feet of you,

“Then Charlie Weasely at your service. Man with a plan against the wankers of the world. And at least a pint of liquid courage in me.”

You can’t help the lip twitch that’s almost a smile in the right lighting. As Charlie’s voice lowers to match his soften eyes,

“If you’ll have me?”

There is a pause. “Fine. But you are still a weird snakey man.” Taking his hand, you never realized how much you appreciated a man who believes in skincare and hand lotion. Firsts for everything tonight.

“I’ll take it. But I’m a Gryffindor.”The man straight up lets out a “Rawr.” Hands and all. Christ on a bike you are going to have to re-evaluate your standards after this evening for the company you keep. You go to follow him out of the bathroom. No plan except to follow this funky little Weasley into God knows what.

“Quit staring at my ass.” he says.

“Get out of my head.”

“Oh sweetheart, I didn’t need to read your mind to know that one.”

Charlie’s wink makes you grin for the first time that night. Making you believe it may be salvageable after all.

Poor David.

He’s got his mother.

He’ll be alright.

[official-weasley]

My mind keeps thinking about The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley Alternative Ending and wants me to create an AU out of it. And now I can't stop creating ideas of one-shots about it. I have like 40 stories ready to be written. And it's all pure family fluff. My heart can't take it! Send help!

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💋 (only just saw this and robin would like some kisses for luc. Or Chester from Charlie.)

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

This had sort of become their thing, relaxing in the home they shared while they were out here on the job. Chester would sometimes be in his other form sometimes he would remain in his wizard form. Charlie enjoyed spending time with him so somewhere along the line they started cuddling, falling into it without hesitating or without second guessing — which for Charlie was rare and he had a feeling it was that way with Chester too. He smiled at Chester, looking at him as he shifted from his animagus form back to wizard. Charlie made room for that to happen but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he waited for Chester to settle again before leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to his head, “it’s amazing… you are amazing,” he told him. Charlie pulled back and stared at him, gaze dropping to Chester’s lips then slowly back up to his eyes. Charlie took a steadying breath then leaned closer but stopped just short of kissing him, breath ghosting over Chester’s lips as he asked, “can I?”

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part 2: “i’m still in love with you”

Part 1: “i should’ve seen this coming.”

summary: in which the reader confesses something she didn’t mean too. 

warnings: more angst, cheating, manipulation

It had been days since the Burrow incident, Ginny Potter had decided it was time for a girls night. Charlie was staying on the first floor of the manor which was the guest’s suite. 

“Char, I’m heading out.” I gripped the doorframe swinging myself into his room.

“Alright, be home by 9:30 and no boys.” Charlie was lying on his bed flipping through a book about dragons, which didn’t surprise me. 

“Alright mom.”  I giggled, shaking my head. “Weirdo.” 

“Right you are.” Charlie winked.

“Bye, Char!” I waved goodbye, stepping out of the manor, walking towards the field that was just outside of the anti-apparition wards. 

We all decided to meet at a small pub across the street from Florean Fortescues. Pushing the door open, I instantly spotted the flaming hair towards the corner. It was weird searching for Ginny instead of Fred, but I needed to forget him. Somehow. 

The carefree, easy smile dropped from my face when Chloe was sitting next to Ginny smiling brightly. Ginny was forcing a smile that turned genuine when she caught sight of me walking towards the group. I took the seat on the end across from Ginny and next to Hermione. 

“Hey, Minister.” I nudged Hermione who rolled her eyes playfully. 

“It was so sweet when my Freddie-pumpkin proposed. It was like we were just meant for each other.” Chloe said, dreamily and sending a glance of mischief towards me. 

Freddie-pumpkin? Fred used to be weirded out when I called him ‘my sweetest pie’ after I made his favourite pie. Maybe we weren’t meant for each other after all, but Ginny sent me a confused gaze after Chloe said that. 

“Oh, and to celebrate I made him a coconut cake!” 

“Fred hates coconut?” I frowned and Chloe’s smile dropped away from her face. 

“How would you know, you two aren’t even together? I know my man better than you dreamt you did.” 

“Chloe!” Pansy shouted across the table. “Have you no class?”

“It’s hard to have class when you open your legs for everyone.” Ginny scowled. 

“Nargles have more class than her.” Luna huffed, sipping her apple juice. 

“Honestly, you and Fred deserve each other.” I spat, getting up from the table and walking towards the door. 

“Yeah, it’s really easy to see what I have and you don’t.” I spun on my heel, striking my hand after her face. 

Hermione and Luna gasped while Pansy and Ginny shouted cheers. I retracted my hand and ran towards the door.

—

Fred was not who he used to be, and George Weasley knew that. Fred wasn’t the same twin after me. Fred started acting differently and only going on and on about Chloe. She wasn’t even interesting. Angelina had mentioned to George about it and he shrugged it off at first, but now? Now Fred seemed as if he was a robot. And George had to find out why. 

“And then I got on one knee and said-” 

“You’ve said it about a million times, Fred. I know what you said and you’re engaged to her now.” 

“She’s just gorgeous.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“And I can’t believe I’m marrying her.” 

“You never said this kind of stuff about y/n, you know.” 

“Who cares about her?” 

“You did, until you cheated on her.” George huffed. 

“Oh well.” 

“Oh well? You’re an absolute arse, Fred.” 

George’s twin shrugged and ate one of the chocolates that Chloe had packed him for lunch. She did that every day. She packed him chocolates and he would eat them and then his rants about her would be longer- wait. 

George remembered a year after he left Hogwarts, Ron had eaten chocolates, intended for Harry Potter, that had amortentia in it. It started to click with George and George snatched the chocolates away. “You know I was thinking; me and you should go on a twin diet?” 

“But Chloe made those for me.” Fred groaned trying to take them back. 

“No, Fred. We’re on a diet. I’ll get the protein drink I want to try.” George walked towards the stock room of the store and found the love potions were so low on stock even though he ordered them last month and people hadn’t been buying them. George quickly shuffled to the left where he kept the antidote of amortentia just in case something backlashed. 

George poured the love potion antidote into the water, “This looks like a protein shake? Yeah.” 

“Here you go, my favorite twin.” George smiled, shoving the cup at him. 

George watched as his twin downed the drink in one gulp and then leaned over coughing out the sour-tasting liquid. 

“What happened? Where am I?” Fred mumbled mostly to himself, rubbing his head. 

George was right! Chloe put Fred under amortentia for an entire year. No wonder he would drone on and on about that blonde that did nothing but ruin him. 

“You’re at work Freddie.” George gave him a soft smile. “What’s the last thing you remember clearly?”

“Y/N and I were fighting over something? About how her life shouldn’t bother mine, but the more clear memory is the day Chloe was a customer and offered me some kind of chocolate? And now here I am?”

“Well how is your life right now?” 

“Y/N and I are happily dating and we live in an apartment studio, and I had been out late that entire week because I was trying to plan a surprise for her? Did that surprise ever happen? Where is Y/N by the way?” George’s frown deepened with pity for his twin. He truly didn’t remember anything before the amortentia. 

“Well, I couldn’t tell you where Y/N is. You two broke up a year ago and you started dating Chloe Argen; the customer who offered you chocolate? You proposed a few weeks ago. Y/N sold the apartment studio and now she has a mansion beside the Malfoy’s after her fashion line took off.” 

“Her fashion line took off?” George nodded, “I’m so proud of her.”  Fred smiled softly. “So why did Y/n and I break up?”

“You left her. For Chloe.” 

“I DID WHAT?” 

-

I was sitting at my desk, in my office, when the door swung open. Charlie held two paper sacks with a grin on his face when I looked up. 

“Special delivery from Molly Weasley.” Charlie set the bag on the desk and I opened the bag, taking a peek at the 

“I love her so much.” I grinned, taking out the home cooked meal and taking a bite out of it. 

“I love her too.” Charlie smiled, eating his own food. 

Lunch was peaceful and we sat talking to each other about plans for dinner and Charlie had to leave to apparate to the Romanian reserve for the night. I waved goodbye and went back to work. 

- 

When the studio began to close, I packed up my sketchbooks and bags walking to the exit. I waved goodbye to my new secretary, Lina, and walked outside to the apparition point. 

Maybe it was the dark alley or sketchy lighting of the street that made me uncomfortable, but something was uncomfortable about the situation. Usually, the walk felt normal but this was off. And the reason why was because someone was following me. 

I felt their beady eyes and I swung around coming face to face with a flaming Chloe Argen. “This is all your fault!” 

“What is?” I frowned in confusion, happening to glance at her left hand that no longer held the place of the diamond ring. 

“You’re the reason Fred broke up with me!” 

“I didn’t know you and Fred broke up, but good for him.” I nodded, moving past her. 

“Didn’t you do this because you wanted Fred?”

“No,” I turned around to face her, “I didn’t do this. I’m not you, Chloe. I’m not stealing someone else’s lover, but if by chance, Fred realizes his love for me, then me and him will talk about it. I would never stoop so low to steal someone else’s boyfriend. You should take lessons about that.” I rolled my eyes trying to brush past her again. 

“It’s not fair!” She whined, “I had this elaborate plan and you still get the guy.” I turned around to face her and she seemed delusional at this point. 

“Elaborate plan?”

“Yeah. I gave Fred amortentia so he would fall for me not you–oh fuck–. I just admitted that.” 

“Yeah. You did. You gave my boyfriend a love potion? You took him away from me for a year, made me miserable, and it was a game? How dare you use him like that.” 

“I just wanted him to like me.” 

“Coveting and jealousy make someone take extreme measures.” I spun around and apparated away, exhausted from the conversation. 

But of course, life never seems to choose me as it’s favorite and that’s why I assume the universe sent Fred Weasley to be sitting on my front door step. 

“What are you doing here?” I sighed, as he stood up to greet me. I was drained of all of this and I quite literally just wanted it to be over. I just wanted to be happy, but it was too much to ask for. 

“I just wanted to talk to you.” I pushed the door open and he followed me inside. 

“The last time you talked to me, you told me I was the reason we broke up.” 

Fred frowned and he seemed truly confused. Did he not remember? Who cares. If he doesn’t remember it doesn’t excuse the harshness. 

“I apologize. I apologize for everything. I was under a love potion from Chloe and it doesn’t excuse the way I treated you. I’m truly sorry.” 

Dropping my purse on the kitchen counter, I finally looked up at him. He looked awful. His ginger hair was disheveled and his brown eyes had accompanying eye bags. His shirt and pants were wrinkled. Has this really hurt him?

“You’re right. You did treat me awful after our breakup. I was miserable, Fred.” 

“I just want to fix everything I did wrong-dammit Y/N-. I’m awful; I feel awful.” 

“I cried over you. I didn’t do anything for weeks because of you. Because you told me I wasn’t enough for you, Fred. I felt like nothing. You think you feel awful now!? Put yourself in my shoes; imagine the love of your fucking life tells you that you don’t mean anything anymore! You’re sitting there fighting in your living room, that you two share, and your lover tells you that he doesn’t fucking love you anymore!? He tells you that he’s in love with someone else and you’re so, so angry with him. You were tired of seeing them all over each other and faked a relationship because of it. When your love knew how hard it was to accept him and open up and he destroys that. AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD. You want to know why?! IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD BECAUSE I’M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU.” I choked on my words and tears stained my cheeks as I quickly wiped them away. 

“I still love you too, Y/n. We can fix this, I swear. We can be just like we were.” 

“No, we can’t be just like we were. We can’t fix this. I need time to process this.” Fred wrapped his arms around me, but I pushed him away lightly, “--and space.” He nodded, looking to the floor. “We could possibly fix it, but right now I need to think. So, goodnight Fred.” I gave him a soft smile when he returned and he left the house. 

That night, lying in bed, I just wanted Charlie. He would know what to say to make me feel better. He gave the perfect hugs when I was feeling down and he would offer to watch muggle movies on the telly with me and eat muggle ice cream. Charlie was the perfect guy and I missed him. He promised to be back on the weekend and I wanted to see him so bad right now, but he had a life that I couldn’t keep back from him. Charlie’s smiles had always made my heart flutter that I thought was normal. 

As I continued to think about it. I was also in love with Charlie.

Fuck. I was in love with two brothers.

-

This is a lot shorter than Part one but it had a lot of information. Part three will be soon! 

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twin flame ii // gw x reader

words: 2k

warnings: angst. like a LOT. bestfriend breakup, mention of blood

a/n: this one is significantly shorter than the first,, sry besties :)

part one | part three | part four

your heart twisted itself in pained knots, increasing the pounding of your head tenfold. it had been this way for days now. christmas with the weasleys came and went and the tension between you and george was thick. you could barely even look at each other without passing hard glares. you had all planned to go to the field at the back of the burrow and play quidditch, and you were currently tasked with collecting george. you knocked gently on the twins’ door before opening it. “hi georgie,” you beamed.

“hello butterfly,” he spat the nickname bitterly and you were taken aback. you ignored the twinge of pain in your chest as you stepped further into the room.

“um… we’re all gonna go and play quidditch. if you wanna join,” you offered a smile. “i need my broom partner,” you had never learned how to fly a broom. you figured life should be lived on the ground, the way merlin intended it to be.

“no thanks,” he grumbled.

“c’mon georgie, we’re the dream team!” you persisted.

“why don’t you ask charlie to be apart of your dream team. seems he’s already replaced me with everything else in your life,” the last part was muffled, not intended for your ears, but you still heard it. you furrowed your brows slightly before answering.

“don’t be silly georgie, i can’t play quidditch without my partner. you can’t break up the dream team,” you pushed, ignoring your confusion.

“yn, i’d really rather not watch you eye-fuck my brother. go ask him to be on your team. or better yet, learn to fly a broom. it’s truly not that hard of a task, even a simpleton such as yourself should be able to catch on quickly,” he seethed.

your heart skipped a beat as it sunk to your stomach and tears pooled at your bottom lash line. you nodded once and pivoted on your heel to leave the room. you sniffled quietly as you closed the door to his room and went downstairs. “george?” fred asked as you came into view.

“he doesn’t wanna play,” you murmured half heartedly as you pushed passed the group of people to go outside. you released a sigh as you plunked yourself down onto the grass, lying back and throwing your arms over your eyes as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.

“hey, ynn, c’mon you can fly with me,” charlie offered with a smile as he held a strong arm out to you.

“nah, ‘s okay charlie. i’ll watch with fleur and hermione,” you murmured softly.

charlie’s brows furrowed slightly. you had never called him ‘charlie.’ it was always ‘char char.’ “you okay?” he asked and you simply nodded in response. he released a sigh as he jogged to the center of the field where his other siblings, and harry, were at.

“what happened mon amour?” fleur asked you softly.

“he called me stupid,” you sniffled. “said i replaced him with charlie but i didn’t,” you whimpered softly as you confided in the two girls sat on your sides. “he hates me. this was a stupid plan. ‘m just gonna go home,” you sobbed softly, causing fleur to pull your head to her lap as she trekked her fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t know he would react like this,” hermione spoke softly.

“not your fault, mione,” you murmured half heartedly as you stood and wiped your eyes. “‘m gonna go home,” you released a shaky breath as you pushed yourself to stand.

you dusted your bottom off as you walked back into the burrow. you waved your wand, packing your stuff neatly in your bag before you wrote a note, thanking molly and arthur and left it on the counter. you grabbed your bag and headed to the fireplace, throwing the floo powder and taking yourself to your childhood home.

“hey yn!” your older brother greeted. “thought you were spending break with the weasleys?” he asked, confused.

“yeah,” you murmured despondently as you walked up to your room.

“okay?” his brows furrowed slightly. when you got to your room, you took out a pair of sweatpants and a gryffindor sweatshirt that you stole from george’s wardrobe and forced yourself to shower.

the water was hot. boiling even. you should have flinched at the heat. screamed. cried. something. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were uncomfortably numb. so you just stood there, unmoving, staring at the shower wall as the scorching hot water fell over your body. your breaths came out irregularly as you stood there. your body was screaming for you to get out. to turn down the heat of the water. to do something to stop the pain of the burns. but your mind told you that you deserved this. you needed to feel something other than the pain twisting around in your chest.

by the time you stepped out, your skin was tinted with a slight pinkish color. you took a ragged breath in as you dried yourself off and pulled on the sweatpants and sweatshirt. you didn’t even bother brushing through your hair as you pulled up the hoodie and tied the strings tightly. you whimpered soft as your tears made a trail on the floor on your trek back to your room. you crawled out of your window and climbed up to the roof. you ended up falling asleep on your roof, exhausted from the weight of your tears.

~~

you spent the rest of your christmas break—and longer—at your own home. you didn’t return untill fred had owled you telling you had three more days of paid vacation for the year. you flooed to your shared apartment with the twins and changed into your uniform, brushing through the knots in your hair that had accumulated over the days you laid in bed, sulking. you walked down the stairs into the shop as you pulled your hair into a ponytail and took your post at the till. “sorry ‘m late,” you murmured to fred, who appeared to be filling in for you at the present moment.

“you okay, bunny?” fred asked as he slid over so you could take over. you could only manage a despondent hum as you began working.

“thank you for shopping with weasley’s wizard wheezes, were you able to find everything okay today?” you asked the young wizard at the counter with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

that’s basically how the rest of your day went. forcing your tears back everytime george had to speak to you and being only half present with the customers instead of your usual lively self. when the day had ended and george locked the doors, you walked into the twins’ office and handed fred an envelope. “what’s this, bunny?” he asked you.

“my two weeks,” you murmured softly.

“you’re quitting?” he asked with raised brows.

“yeah,” you murmured. “found a job uh… closer to home. my brothers will be by to collect my stuff tomorrow,” you told him. “‘m gonna go pack,” you didn’t let fred say more as you quickly turned on your heel and walked back up to the apartment. “sorry,” you murmured as you bumped into george on your way up. he only gave you a distracted grunt in response.

as you walked up the stairs, you heard the argument brew between fred and george on your behalf. “fix her!” fred demanded.

“i didn’t do anything!” george defended.

“you broke her,” fred pushed back.

“she’s fine,” you could practically hear george roll his eyes.

“she’s quitting.” fred deadpanned.

“what?” george asked, shock lacing his tone.

“and she’s moving back with her brothers. so go and fix her. make this right,” you decided to end your eavesdropping here and rushed upstairs and into george’s room, where all your things were kept. you knelt on the floor as you took out your suitcases. you were halfway done when you heard the door creak open.

“butterfly?” your heart twisted and tears stung the backs of your eyes at the nickname you hadn’t heard in over a week. “whatcha up to?” he asked.

“packing,” you murmured softly, but he heard. and boy did he miss your voice like hell.

“for what?” he asked curiously as he sat on his bed.

“‘m moving back home. got a new job,” never once did you look up from your task, for you knew if you did, you would break.

“where at, butterfly?” he knelt on the floor in front of you as he began to help you fold your clothes.

“some muggle bookstore. ‘s close to the house,” your murmurs could barely be heard over the loud thumping of both of your hearts. however, george picked up on every word. he grasped your hands in his, effectively stopping your progress. “george please,” you whispered.

“look at me, butterfly,” he demanded softly.

“george,” you repeated a little bit louder.

“look at me. and tell me this will make you happy. and i will let you walk out that door.” you didn’t. you couldn’t. you knew that this isn’t what you wanted as well as he did. “you can’t, right? because it won’t,” he pointed out.

“i can’t be here, george. i don’t want to be,” you told him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“why? because of me? because i will leave. yn, if that’s what it takes to make you happy, then i will walk out of that door and go back to live with mum. you only ever have to see me in a professional setting. and i’ll communicate with you through fred at work,” he spoke seriously.

“i don’t want that, george. and neither do you,” you told him.

“i don’t, but if it makes you happy then that’s what you’ll get,” he told you.

“no george!” you shouted.

“then what do you want?!” he shouted back.

“you george!” you yelled, finally meeting his gaze. “i want you! i’ve only ever wanted you but you’re too fucking stupid to see what’s right in front of you! i mean merlin’s beard george i’ve been in bloody love with you since fifth fucking year but you’re never seen it!” you finally released all the emotions you’ve been holding in for years. “i just wanted you,” you whispered softly, your voice cracking as tears fell.

you pushed yourself to stand from the floor and waved your wand, packing the rest of your stuff as you grabbed your suitcase. “butterfly, i-“ you quickly cut him off.

“don’t, george.” there was acrimony written all over your tone. “i don’t want your pity.” you sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes. you passed fred on your way out.

“yn?” he asked softly.

“bye fred,” you murmured softly. “i changed my mind. my resignation is effective immediately. i won’t be in tomorrow.”

“yn wait,” fred called.

“please don’t,” you shook your head. “d-don’t try and get me to stay. please just… just leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“i’m sorry…” he spoke softly. you just shook your head and wiped your tears away as you flicked your wand to apparate back home. when you landed on the road a few miles away from your house, you let out a wail of agony. your arm had splinched during the apparition process. you took a deep breath and pushed yourself through it. you knew this was a bad idea. every wizarding book in history advised against it. even a muggle would know not to. but you pushed past the thoughts to apparate into your living room.

“yn!” your older brother shouted as he saw you, blood pouring from your splinched right arm. you were only able to take two steps before you fell to the floor of your living room. you let out a soft groan and a whine of agony before closing your eyes, letting the feelings consume you. the pain in your arm cancelled out the pain in your chest as you let darkness overcome you, falling into the void, listening to the frantic screaming voices of your siblings.

stupid feelings. stupid boys. stupid george weasley. stupid twin flame.

twin flame. it’s almost laughable now. what a lie.

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Sick- Charlie Weasley x OC

Charlie Weasley x Adora Parrish

Description: Charlie gets sick right before the Quidditch World Cup, leaving Adora to go without him. Of course, we all know what happens after the game

Word Count: 2.1k

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here, Char?” Adora asked worriedly and she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Charlie laughed from his place on the couch. 

“Adora it’ll only be one night and we’re literally at my mum’s house.” The girl rolled her eyes in response. 

“I know, I just feel bad. You’ve been looking forward to this for so long and now you’re sick. I don’t want you to feel bad if I go without you.” She sighed and sat down beside his feet, which laid across the couch. Charlie frowned at her guilty expression and scooted forward so he was right beside her. He took her hands, grabbing her attention. 

“Hey, you’ve been looking forward to this too,” he pointed out softly. “You’ve been wanting to go just as much as I have. It’d be criminal to make you stay home from the Quidditch World Cup just because I got sick at the last minute.” 

That evening was the night of the Quidditch World Cup: Ireland vs. Bulgaria. Arthur, the twins, Bill, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Adora and Charlie were supposed to go with Amos Diggory and his son Cedric. Unfortunately, Charlie woke up that morning feeling sick, so he couldn’t go. He could barely get up which meant he was stuck at home with Molly and Percy. Sophia was chosen to go so the ticket wasn’t wasted, but Adora still felt back that he couldn’t go (despite his claims that it was okay).

“Are you sure?” Adora finally asked, still looking hesitant. Charlie gave his girlfriend a reassuring smile. 

“Cross my heart,” he responded without hesitation. “Just make sure that you have enough fun for the both of us.” Adora giggled at that and nodded, feeling better now.

“Merlin, that was like watching a really bad soap opera,” Fred said from the bottom of the stairs, making their heads snap to him. 

“What’s a sopra?” Adora asked, very confused. 

“A soap opera,” George corrected from beside his brother, “is a television or radio drama series dealing typically with daily events in the lives of the same group of characters. It’s really melodramatic and exaggerated. Mal taught us that.” The two walked over to them while Adora hummed in thought. 

“In that case,” she started, grabbing a pillow from the other side of her. “Shut up.” She threw the pillow at Fred, who laughed and threw it back. 

“That’s enough everyone,” Arthur said as he walked in. “We’ve got to get going or else we’ll be late. Adora, do you have your things?” The girl nodded and held up her brown leather rucksack. Arthur nodded then called Harry, Ron and Hermione down. Bill walked in from the backyard with Sophia in tow. 

Garden’s de-gnomed,” he informed his father, who smiled gratefully. The rest of the family (save for Percy, who was probably in his room “working on important stuff for Mr. Fudge to look over”) walked in and Molly began saying bye to everyone. 

“Make sure you guys stay safe out there. Adora,” Molly spoke, making the girl look up at the call of her name. “I’ll make sure to take good care of Charlie for you.” Adora laughed and gave her a hug goodbye, making Charlie pout and cross his arms. 

“Mum, I’m literally twenty-three,” he grumbled childishly. Molly gave him a pointed look and rested her hands on her hips.

“What you are is sick with a cold while your worried fiance is leaving you for the night. Therefore, I’m taking care of you while she’s gone,” she reiterated. The boy’s shoulders slumped and he pouted at Adora. She only leaned down and kissed his cheek. 

“Sorry love, what your mother says goes,” she said simply. He tried to suppress a smile when she kissed his cheek, but couldn’t. 

“Alright, I guess.” She nodded and stood once again, looking around until her eyes landed on Arthur, asking him if they were ready to go. The man nodded and began herding everyone out the door. 

“Bye love!” Charlie called just before Adora was out the door. She blew a kiss in response before beginning to walk beside Hermione and Ginny. 

“I’m just saying!” Adora exclaimed as she sat around the “living room” of the tent with the twins, Bill and Ron. “Ireland’s been pushing through the entire season, didn’t you hear about them against England? I think they’re going to win. Krum will probably catch the Snitch though,” she said matter-of-factly. Fred hummed thoughtfully. 

“Well, you haven’t been wrong once this season. I don’t see why you would be wrong this time. My money’s on Ireland,” he said, placing a few Galleons down. Ron shook his head. 

“Krum’s definitely going to catch the Snitch, but Bulgaria’s going to win either way,” he responded, also placing a Galleon down. George agreed with Adora while Bill sided with Ron.

“Guess time will only tell,” Adora stated, handing the money to Arthur for safe keeping during the game. 

Fred ended up being right about Adora’s predictions. She once again predicted the game correctly, Ireland absolutely destroyed Bulgaria but Krum caught the Snitch so the loss wasn’t that bad. Adora was happy to be six Galleons richer after the game.

Adora leaned against the railing as she watched the crowd exit the stands and begin to disperse like a hand fan folding out. She saw a flash out of the corner of her eye, making her blink profusely as she waited for her vision to come back. 

“Oops! Sorry Adora,” Ginny apologized, lowering her camera with an awkward smile. 

“Ginny, what are you doing with that thing?” Adora asked, rubbing her eyes as her vision finally cleared. The girl shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, Charlie asked me to take lots of pictures of you. So, I took lots of pictures during the game and now that your team won,” the redhead explained. Adora rolled her eyes playfully, she should have known. 

“Come on, let’s get inside. It’s getting cold,” she said, wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders and leading her inside the tent. The twins were poking fun at Ron for his infatuation with the Bulgarian Seeker. 

“He’s not just an athlete!” Ron exclaimed. “He’s an artist.” Ginny laughed as she and Adora walked over to him. 

“I think you’re in love, Ron,” she teased. Ron didn’t have the chance to reply before Fred walked out from behind him. 

“Viktor I love you,” he sang before George  repeated his twin’s actions. 

“Viktor I do!” 

“When we’re apart, my heart beats only for you!” The rest joined in with the singing before falling out laughing while Ron rolled his eyes. The screams from outside suddenly increased, making Fred and Adora look to the entrance. 

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on,” Fred said humorously, making Adora laugh and nod as Arthur entered once more, a serious look on his face. 

“We have to leave now,” he instructed, effectively stopping the merriment. “It’s not the Irish,” he told Fred before beginning to grab their bags. 

“What’s going on dad?” Bill asked as he stood. Arthur didn’t answer, instead tossing everyone their bags and leading them out. The sight was enough to stop them in their tracks and Sophia gasped from behind Adora. 

“Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility,” Arthur instructed firmly, prompting George to pull his sister closer to him. 

“Adora, you stay with Bill and Sophie,” he continued, looking at the girl. “Everyone stay together and head back to the Portkey, I’ll meet you there.” With that, he pulled out his wand and ran off. Bill took Adora’s hand with his free one and the nine of them began running through the mass of people. 

Adora looked over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure none of the masked men were behind her. That ended up causing her to trip over a collapsed tent. Bill and Sophia had to stop and help her up, which separated them from the others. Just seconds later there was a heavy force that knocked everyone in the vicinity down. That effectively separated Adora from Bill and Sophia in the midst of people trying to get up and continue running to safety. The girl became disoriented as she stood, so she ended up following the crowd into the woods not far from the stadium for safety. 

She ended up by herself in the mass of trees and ducked when a group of masked men passed by. As of right now she was absolutely terrified and she was in pain. When she fell the first time she had twisted her ankle, but she hadn’t had time to worry about it. She had no idea how long she stayed in the same spot, just holding her breath and waiting for it all to go away. Eventually, her ears perked up upon hearing her name being called by multiple people. 

“Adora!” The first voice she recognized was Ginny’s.

“Dora!” The twins yelled simultaneously. 

“ADORA PARISH!” Arthur’s voice was the loudest and most frantic. 

“Don’t worry dad, we’ll find her,” Bill comforted his father. Adora pondered for a moment, wondering if it was just a ruse to get her out there. After hearing Arthur call her name again, sounding even more worried, she decided to make herself known. She stepped over the shrubs and pushed through the tree branches that surrounded her. 

“Arthur?” She called upon making it to the clearing. All heads snapped to her and Arthur let out a relieved sigh. He ran towards her, and she met him halfway, limping as fast as she could. The man pulled her into a bone crushing hug once she was close enough. 

“Oh my dear,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. “I was so worried about you.” Adora smiled and returned the hug. Once they pulled away, everyone took turns hugging her. 

“I think it’s time we go home,” Arthur spoke softly, looking around at what was left of the campground. Adora kept her gaze down, too afraid to see the damages as everyone solemnly made their way back to the Portkey. 

Molly was waiting outside for them by the time they got home. Word travelled fast apparently because the first thing she did was pull her husband into a tight hug. She gave everyone a vice-like hug, leaving Adora for last. 

“Charlie’s in his room. The poor dear’s been worried sick since we heard the news,” she informed the girl. Adora nodded and kissed the woman’s cheek before running inside, heading upstairs as fast as she could with her ankle hurting. After knocking on his door, she didn’t have to wait for the door open and almost instantly she was met with a hug. 

“Oh my darling, I was so worried about you,” Charlie said urgently. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” He pulled away and cupped her face, examining her for injuries.

“Char, I’m fine. Seriously it’s just a twisted ankle at worst,” Adora brushed it off, but Charlie wasn’t having it. He continued to fret, taking her hand and leading her into his room. He sat her down and began looking at her ankle. 

“I should have gone with you, I knew I shouldn’t have stayed home,” he muttered anxiously. Adora shook her head and took his hands. 

“There was nothing that could have been done, Charlie. The only thing that would change is your chance of getting hurt. I’d rather you stay home than get hurt,” she said softly but firmly. Charlie looked exactly how she had just that morning: guilty and nervous. It was for a different reason this time, though. 

“Please, I’m tired. Just lay with me for right now, my ankle will be okay in the morning,” she begged quietly. Charlie looked hesitant, but she just tugged him towards her. She laid down, him following just a second later. His arms went around her waist while her head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie whispered after a minute. Adora thought for a second, then shook her head. 

“I was so scared, Charlie,” she whispered back, her voice cracking as her eyes welled up with tears. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” Charlie’s grip on her tightened. 

“Don’t say that, Dora,” he demanded. “That’s never going to happen.” Adora shook her head again and looked down. He squeezed her hip to get her attention. SHe looked up to him as a tear slipped down her cheek. 

“No matter where you are or what happens to you, I’ll never leave your side. You’re never leaving my sight again.” Adora knew better than to argue, so she just nodded. He nodded in satisfaction then kissed the top of her head. 

“Get some sleep,” he instructed softly. Adora didn’t argue with that either. Instead, she nodded and closed her eyes, laying her head on his chest once more. 

“I love you Charlie,” she mumbled tiredly, drifting off to sleep before she could hear his response. 

“I love you too, more than anything.”

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17. DO YOU USE DICTIONARIES OR THESAURUSES OFTEN WHEN WRITING?  :  you know. i sort’ve do. it’s not like i’m breaking them out at every opportunity but i am very forgetful and i will often google a word just to make sure i’m right in its meaning and sometimes a different word will be right on the tip of my tongue but i won’t be able to think of it, so i always comb through synonyms of the words i do remember to try and find it. i don’t like to go too crazy but i def do shop around a bit for the best sounding words when i’m trying to put my best foot forward in a reply. 

39. WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IS THE BEST FACECLAIM DECISION YOU’VE EVER MADE?  :  oh. oh i have a few. and they are not all nox specific. alex fitzalan as edward cullen. oscar isaac as charlie swan. boyd holbrook as clint barton. gemma chan as jean grey. i was also THE trendsetter in the hp rpc in terms of the fcs people started using for certain chars so i give you - jessica barden as ginny weasley, chella man as neville longbottom, kedar williams stirling as dean thomas, sandra oh as sybill trelawney, keira knightley / winona ryder as bellatrix black, felix mallard as sirius black, even lorenzo zurzolo as peter pettigrew... like i have never missed. my hubris is showing. but i enjoy casting these guys SO much. 

26. WHO WAS YOUR VERY FIRST MUSE? WOULD YOU CONSIDER WRITING THEM NOW?  :  absolutely NOT. i’ve been thinking on this for hours because i think i’ve forgotten the name of my actual first muse, but i’m pretty sure my second just had two buffy the vampire slayer names just MASHED together and she had a buffy fc too, back when like. well. on forum they weren’t really fcs and we didn’t really care about them as much as we do here, so i just used a random buffy actress to like. give the general vibe. i don’t remember a single thing about her other than these facts and i think she should stay gone. actually. i will admit it here, since it’s in the interest of this meme night event - one fun fact about me is that for my first full year of rp i used to only use people who appeared on buffy as fcs, which meant i had the entire main cast claimed but i ALSO had like. random extra #1, #2 and #3. 

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Incidentally In Love (12/?)

Charlie Weasley/Reader

Rating: E for Everyone ( triggers: pregnancy, birth but not descriptive whatsoever)

Word Count: 995

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Summary: Sleeping with Charlie Weasley was easy. He was charming, and handsome, and was quite talented in bed… Finding out you’re pregnant with your casual fuck buddies baby was not easy.

Reader’s journey through co-parenting, an overbearing Molly Weasley who wants reader to marry her son to give the baby a “real family”, and maybe falling a tiny bit in love with her baby daddy.

Notes: WOW! It's been a long time. Sorry for that wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter! You can find this fic on Wattpad (Fandomlovingfreak), Tumblr (WeasleyTwinsandDraco), and I may or may not make a series on Tiktok (HarryPottahhThings) Thanks for reading (and waiting)!

I’m not sure right now where this is going. I hope to either wrap it up in the next chapter or figure something out. Again, sorry for the wait.

Enjoy

His red hair is wild, well wilder than usual, as he holds my hand. Correction, as I crush his hand in my grip.

"Just breathe--"

"Charlie Weasley!" I glare at him, "If you tell me to 'just breathe' one more time--"

His smile is crooked as he cups my face in his large hand, "I'm sorry, darling. I've never helped deliver a human baby before--"

I lean my head back against our couch, smiling, "me either."

Charlie chuckles, "do you need anything? I should've read up more about childbirth-- Obviously, I've only dealt with dragons and eggs... I'm not treating you like a creature, am I?" His blue eyes are wide with sudden panic.

"Char," I shake my head, "darling, you're fine. You're being a perfect gentleman, I promise." 

Charlie squeezes my hand, "do you need anything?"

I sigh, giving him a brave smile, "No, I think I'm fine. Did you send for the healer? The specific one I planned with?"

"I did; she sent an owl back saying she will be over as soon as possible."

Nodding, I readjust the way I'm sitting, relieving some of the stress on my lower spine, "and your parents?"

"Did you want me to? You might find the entire family here--"

"Just-- ask for your mum, please?" I want someone I trusted here that knew what the hell was going on... ideally, that would have been my mother, but I trust Mrs. Weasley to be my surrogate mother figure at this moment. 

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Charles..." I frown, "I'm completely sure I want your mother here. Please, stop asking me!"

Charlie scatches the back of his head, "Sorry. I'll do that right now."

***

"You don't know how honored I am, (y/n), that you wanted me here," Mrs. Weasley runs a comforting hand across my forehead.

I nod, "I-- I didn't know who else should be here... and you know my mum can't be here... I appreciate that you came."

She nods, sympathy in her eyes, "Well, I'm going to do the best I can to be comforting. However, you need me, dear."

"What should I do?" Charlie's hectic appearance hasn't subsided. 

"Just do anything (y/n) asks of you, dear."

I grin, "Oo, I like the sound of that."

He chooses to ignore me, "that's it? I can't do anything proactive?"

"You can-- well, where are we doing this?" Molly looks at me.

"I-- I don't know... what do you think?"

Molly rubs her hands on my arms, "Well, all six times I've done this, I've chosen my bedroom. The bed will be comfortable."

I look at Charlie, "are you comfortable with that?"

"Am I?" He raises his eyebrows, "I'm comfortable with anything you want, darling. Don't worry about how I feel."

I grin at him, feeling incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life, "okay. The bedroom will be fine."

***

The healer I worked with for the last few months arrives moments after we've settled in the bedroom. She checks everything she needs to before asking to speak with Molly in the hall.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I ask Charlie. He's sitting next to me in our bed, his hand in mine.

"Maybe logistic stuff?"

I snort, "what in the world does that mean?"

Charlie smiles his crooked 'Charlie smile,' "I have no idea. All of this is-- not dragons."

The laughter escapes my lips before I can stop it, "Dragons? Charles Weasley, you've read at least a dozen baby books. Where has all that knowledge gone?"

Charlie scratches his head, "I'm so nervous! It's hard to remember everything."

"Well, I'm glad you're not treating me like a dragon, at least."

***

Charlie's holding the baby in the yellow blanket his mother made months back. 

"I just can't believe--" He moves a bit of the blanket, revealing our son's perfect face.

"Same," I lean back into my pillows, completely exhausted yet desperately wanting to continue to watch Charlie and our son.

"He's so small and perfect." Charlie comes over to sit next to me, leaning back against the pillows so I can gaze at the sleeping child along with him. 

"I'm glad he's so cute. Makes up for the last day." Playfully, I laugh as I trace a finger down the baby's nose.

"Merlin, I don't know how you did it. But you did amazing." Charlie leans over to press a kiss to my temple, "Honestly. I'm not sure how you did it, (y/n)."

"Was that crazier than anything you've experienced with the dragons?" I tease him.

"Definitely. Nothing like a hatching." He grins down at our baby.

I giggle, "That sounds much easier than what I just did."

"Oh definitely. But, I think he," Charlie smiles down at the sleeping baby, "is a thousand times better than anything I've ever helped bring into the world."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, "Never thought I'd see the day that Charlie Weasley said something was better than dragons." 

"Never was anything really comparable to dragons till now, honestly."

I smile, "What do you think about the name Nikolas Cadmus (y/l/n)-Weasley?"

"Cadmus?" Charlie asks absentmindedly as the baby yawns.

"Yeah! I was looking through a book, and it stuck out. He needs a proper first name, and Nikolas was my father's."

"I like it. How do you feel about it, Nikolas?" The baby blinks once before closing his big eyes. "I think he approves."

"Good," I yawn.

"Do you need me to leave?" Charlie Weasley, always the gentleman.

"No, you can stay here if you'd like." Charlie seems to weigh his options but eventually sets Nikolas in his bassinet. I yawn again, leaning further into my pillows and closing my eyes. I don't expect to feel his body's weight again on the bed, but it's not an unpleasant feeling when he leans his head against my shoulder. 

"I love you."

My eyes shoot open, and immediately I'm wide awake.