#charlie weasley ff

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Fics Written In 2024 Masterlist

Adulting Sucks (ao3) - faewm T, 27k

Summary: 14-year-old Harry is off on a new adventure, but it’s not the drama kind. It’s one filled with budgets, rent, and taxes? Who said getting emancipated was fun? And he still has to deal with Voldemort. Kind of cracky and just a fun fic to fill the time.

A Flicker in the Dark (ao3) - antebellum13 hermione/draco E, 44k

Summary: Draco is imprisoned by the Order. Hermione is sent to interrogate him. Both are powerful Occlumens. Can she break him?

All These Winding Threads (ao3) - Anonymous draco/harry E, 35k

Summary: The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat.

He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.

a soul with no king (ao3) - kashi_akarsaka1 G, 24k

Summary: “Hello,” Newt said, crouching down to her level but maintaining his distance. He set the translator carefully between them. “I'm Newt. I was hoping we might talk about your butterflies.”

Nyaring's hands stilled. “They don't mean to die,” she said quietly, the translator rendering her words with a slight delay. “They just want to dance with me. But everything that dances too close dies eventually.”

or: The story of Sudan, 1925.

Charlie Weasley and the Suspicious Rat (ao3) - hells_half_acre M, 25k

Summary: Charlie is just trying to get through sixth year and decide whether he wants to chase after a promising Quidditch career or pursue a summer internship at a dragon reserve. He doesn’t need to get involved with the twins’ latest torment of Percy, which for some reason involves accusing him of having a secret boyfriend named Peter… but there’s something about it that irks him, so, like a good brother, he intervenes – and accidentally changes everything.

Envy and Manipulations (ao3) - r_rrabbit draco/ginny M, 97k

Summary: Sixteen year old Ginny Weasley has her first summer job at the Folk Hills Country Club, the most prestigious high society club in the wizarding world. When Draco Malfoy comes home from his summer internship at the Ministry of Magic things get complicated, dark, and twisted. A chapter by chapter rewrite of my story on FF.

Harry Potter : Flash forward (ao3) - AbrahamSmith hermione/harry, daphne/harry T, 26k

Summary: A blend of the Reptilia28 and CoastalFirebird time travel challenges; Harry, Hermione and Daphne Greengrass die during the final battle and are sent back in time to set things back on track.

Hothouse Flowers and Hot Hot Showers (ao3) - azalea_larae, boshspice draco/harry, parvati/ron, hermione/oc, neville/luna E, 101k

Summary: The eighth-year Muggle Studies class is spending five weeks at an American Muggle university. Harry’s assigned to room with Draco. And to make things, well, harder, there’s an inconvenient side effect to not using magic for a prolonged period of time . . .

Hurt Him and You Die (ao3) - maraudersaffair draco/harry E, 21k

Summary: Draco is a sexy mob boss. He is also the most powerful man in Britain. Harry is the poor uni student who saves his life.

Might as Well Face it, I'm Addicted to You (ao3) - ddelusionall draco/harry, neville/ginny, neville/harry/ginny, hermione/ron E, 26k

Summary: After a curse knocks Harry out of the Aurors, Harry agrees to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He somehow completely forgot that Malfoy is the Potions Master. And Malfoy is Hot. He can also help Harry with the curse by making a potion for him, but that’s secondary. Did Harry mention that Malfoy is Hot?

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Harry has a physical disability in this fic, a curse that has made it very hard for him to do almost anything without pain. There is recreational drug use in this fic, but also brief mentions of a previous pain med addiction.

Harry and Nev kiss A LOT in this fic. Drarry is endgame, but I am a huge proponent of friends being able to kiss each other. Also, Nev is Hot.

Pink Aster - Days Gone By (ao3) - Anonymous snape/charlie E, 45k

Summary: Fire melts ice, or so they say. Severus just hadn't thought that that applied to the ice in one's soul as well.

Or When Charlie Weasley came to Hogwarts to accompany the dragons for the triwizard turnament, he met Severus Snape. But can a short affair turn into a lovestory?

Queen of the Weeds (ao3) - apliddell draco/harry E, 61k

Summary: The Wizengamot in its wisdom determined at his trial that Draco ought to return to Hogwarts to scrape together a few NEWTs and perhaps even a sense of community and fellow feeling amongst all the other children, rather ragged round the edges--and a good deal in the middle--battered and burnt and even orphaned in the war. And with a choice between the school he had outgrown and a cosy cell in Azkaban, Draco plumped for school.

Draco returns to Hogwarts for 8th year and finds himself a pariah. To his surprise, Harry Potter is the only person who seems to want anything to do with him.

Serpent's Heir and the Warden of Light (ao3) - zezedoesshit hermione/tom E, 312k

Summary: After the battle, Hermione Granger wakes up on a peaceful beach, caught somewhere between life and death. She meets Merlin, who shocks her with the truth—she’s his only surviving child. To stop the chaos that shaped her world, Merlin sends her on a mission back in time to Tom Riddle’s school days. With a year of magical training and ancient secrets under her belt, Hermione must prevent his descent into darkness. It’s a chance to rewrite history, but changing the past is no walk on the beach.

Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me (ao3) - toomuchplor draco/harry E, 8k

Summary: "I can't ask it of you," Draco says, quick and awkward, "I just thought you should know, I thought you needed to know, but none of this is your fault."

"I'll do it," says Harry, unthinkingly. "Of course I'll do it."

Underneath it all, the truth is that Harry isn't actually being selfless or altruistic in any of this.

The Heart's Desire (ao3) - S4vvyg1rl hermione/harry T, 32k

Summary: What if a muggleborn witch had found Harry before the Durselys got the chance to take him in? What if he grew up in a happy home with his own friends and views of the magical world? Elise Clarke finds the young Harry and is visited by the spirit of Lily Potter who begs her to take him in as her own son. Find out how the Boy Who Lived fares with these new circumstances.

The Stowaway Malfoy (ao3) - writetimewrongmuse hermione/draco, harry/ginny, theodore/george E, 143k

Summary: Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy are on a mission to set up their parents. What better time to parent-trap them together than the week-long Christmas Holiday Hermione has been planning for three months?

You're Not Going Mad (ao3) - hogsheadandtum luna/harry G, 78k

Summary: Luna Lovegood wore to Harry that he wasn't going mad, but why does Harry feel as though she might be wrong about this one?

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Not that Popular

I thought to pick a character that's not that popular (either in canon and/or in the fandom) and pick out some fics that give them the spotlight/show them some love. So, I give you: Percy Weasley.

Percy Take the Wheel (FF / AO3) - "A freak accident with Arthur's enchanted Ford Anglia causes a minor explosion and a major change in the Weasley household. With Arthur in a coma and Molly having passed away, Bill and Charlie can't afford to quit their jobs and must support the family from afar. Thus, it falls to Percy to handle the day-to-day, even if he's not sure that he can."

Mr and Mrs Percy Weasley (FF) - "Percy met Audrey during a trying summer for Percy. Their relationship developed and eventually, they married and had children. This is a look at their story set over the course of events of the war and afterwards."

blood will tell but it often tells too much (AO3) - "They don’t talk about what Percy did during the war."

Price of Wisdom (AO3) - "Percy has a very personal secret. What happens when he has to reveal it to save his brother?"

The Unlikely Pair (FF) - "One day in the library, Hermione and Percy strike up a comfortable friendship. As they grow closer, their secrets grow deeper. How far will this unlikely pair go to keep the other's confidences? Only time will tell. Hermione/Percy Friendship to start. Canon to start, but will deviate."

Bonus: Weasleys Wizard Wheezes (LJ) - Percy gives some legal advice to the twins about their products.

[wisteria-blooms]

i've just binged my way through your bill series and ahhhH!!! i love it!!! but also what about our second weasley? i think that charlie is the least loved one in the fandom out of all the siblings, did you ever think about writing a ff with him?

Firstly: THANK YOU SO MUCH! 💓 The Bill series is definitely my baby hahaha.

Secondly: Okay, so I am definitely down to provide more love for him. I know my friend @charlieweasleysimp is a huge advocate of Charlie (if you couldn't tell from the handle). I read her NSFW alphabet and was like omg.

I know original ideas are better, but if we keep talking, I might consider rewriting the concept of long hair & tattoos but with Charlie. sunburns & dragons?? I feel like he would be so fun, constantly flirty, and more roll-with-the-punches than Bill eeee. And he'd inadvertently flash his torso to Y/N because he's so well-built....

[dramioneasks]

Hello! Can you please help me find this ff?

H was invited to a weasley wedding (charlie’s i think) and she asked D to be her plus one. They’re only co-workers and D was a little bit hesitant because he thinks the people won’t believe they got together but she was like “we’ve been on missions together where we’re a couple it could just be natural that we fell in love there”

D agreed bc he secretly likes her. I lost the fic after this part and i really want to read it again. It would be really awesome if you could help me please. Thank you!

Anyone?

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Let’s Pretend (Charlie x Reader)

Summary: Charlie asked you to come with him when he visits his family to pretend to be his girlfriend so his mom would stop setting him up.  

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I know nothing about Romania and I really tried my best. I tried to find a traditional Romanian dish but they were all with meat and I don’t eat meat for three years now so I couldn’t write that. If I googled it correctly draga mea means my love.  

In all those years that you had known Charlie you had never seen him beg. So seeing him standing in front of you, holding your hands in his blistered ones and to hear him beg, you weren’t sure if you could refuse him.

„Why do you even need to bring a date? Why don’t you tell them that you are single and happy?“ You asked.

He sighed and let go of your hands. „Because my mum doesn’t believe me. And then she tells me all about the women she knew were still single. I guess she thinks that I'll move back if I just find the right woman. One time I was supposed to meet up with my mom but she wasn’t the one turning up. It was a blind date and an awkward one none the less.“

You had to admit that this didn’t sound like fun. „And you think that she would believe you when you tell her one month before your visit that you found yourself a girl?“ You took a glass from behind and started filling it with Zaguna.

„Of course not!“ Charlie scoffed. “But I already told her about a girl I met here and she wanted me to bring her along. And that is why I’m asking you to pretend to be my girlfriend. I swear my family is not as bad as I have pictured them. To be honest I think you’ll get along just fine with at least two of my brothers, if not more. You get food and shelter and I swear we only have to act a minimum.” You pushed the full glass in front of him.

“And why me? I know about your co-worker at the reservoir. Why not her? I bet your mother would like that more than someone working at the bar?”

“No, I think you would just work fine with my family. Think about it, please.” You nodded and then he left for the table where the other dragon keepers were enjoying their after-work beer. You saw him sneaking glances at you and before he left, you told him you’d go along with it. He hugged you and you heard some hollering behind him.

“You owe me, Weasley.” You had to laugh when you saw his relieved expression.

Time flew by and before you knew it you were standing at the ministry of magic in London and were questioned about your stay in England. You told them you were there for a vacation and after the inspection of your wand you were free to go. Charlies father Arthur would pick you up as he was working at the ministry. He run a little late, but that was okay with you. It just meant more time to inspect everything.

You recognized Charlies father immediately. He hugged his son and shook your hand and told you that Charlies mother was so excited and that you were already late and should hurry up. You changed a glance with Charlie and followed his father. He walked over to one of the chimneys and you went by floo powder to Charlies childhood home. He had told you stories of him growing up in this house with his many siblings.

The perks of working at a pub was that you get to know your customers. As it wasn’t a big pub and Charlie and his co-workers came in often you talked a lot with them. There wasn’t much to do out there so you saw them at least once a week to spend their wage. The pub wasn’t in the best shape, but the cosy atmosphere as candles stood everywhere (a nightmare when you had to change them) and the many lights filled it with warmth. The mismatched chairs and the old sofas added to that, but what brought the customers back was the cheap beer and your food.

“Oh Charlie, it's been so long,” you heard as soon the flames and the soot disappeared. “And you actually brought a girl over. To be honest I thought you would tell me a flimsy excuse.” The woman who talked let go of Charlie and turned towards you. “Come on in, dear. You have to tell me everything about you.” She tugged your hand and led you to another room. “I hope you’re hungry, I prepared dinner.”

Before you could blink you sat a table in the warm kitchen and food was shoved onto your plate. Charlie put his hand on your arm and squeezed softly and wanted to say something to you until he was interrupted by a tall man who walked into the kitchen. Based on his long hair and the scars on his face you assumed it must be Bill. Charlie stood up immediately and hugged his brother hard, before he turned around and introduced you.

“Oh, I heard so much about you. Did Mom already tell you, that the two of you will stay at our place? We prepared the guest room and I can’t wait to hear what my dear brother is up to.” Bill said with a nice voice when he shook your hand.

“I’m so sorry, but we’re full. It’s not that we don’t want you here, I assure you. But we thought it would be better if the two of you slept at Bills place rather than the younger ones.” She touched your shoulder shortly. “And now sit down, Bill. You need to get some meat on you,” she scolded her oldest son and he shot a wink at you before he sat down next to his brother.  

You and Charlie were bombarded with questions and you were grateful when Bill said you should probably leave because you were exhausted from that day and need to rest. You said your goodbye and promised to come back tomorrow and left for the night.

The atmosphere when you entered shell cottage was completely different. Bill was one of the most laid down people you have met and when you met his wife you noticed that she calmed down more the more time she spent with her husband.

You were sitting at the table with drinks in front of you when Bill turned towards you. “I do have a question for you,” he said and you gulped. You hoped you wouldn’t mess up. You and Charlie weren’t constantly touching or anything like that and so far it didn’t raise suspicion from his family. “Charlie told me you make the best sweet bread and he talks about it for years. So, would you maybe make some?”

You let out your breath in relief and laughed a little bit. “Of course. You mean Cozonac. It does take time to make it, but sure. I mean you’re letting me stay here that is the least I can do.”

“Well, you’re Charlies girlfriend. We couldn’t let you sleep under the bridge,” he laughed and when he called you Charlies girlfriend something warm floated through your body. His hand found yours and squeezed it softly. You talked for a little while longer until you decided to call it a night. Bill showed you your bedroom and whished you a good night. You walked into the small room and stared at the bed in the middle of the room.

“Ugh, I’m sorry,” Charlie scratched his neck. “I assumed we would stay at the burrow and mom is very strict, so I hadn’t really thought we would have to share a bed. But I can take the couch in the living room and tell them I snore too loud and I didn’t want to disturb you. Actually, I do think that’s not a lie, though.”

You let out a little lough. It was cute that Charlie was so nervous that he started rambling. “Charlie, calm down. It is a pretty big bed. I think we’ll manage, unless you don’t want to share.”

“No, no!” he said suddenly with force. “If that’s okay for you, it's okay for me. I’ll go change in the bathroom. I’ll knock before I come back.” He left the room and you stared a second at your bag before you dove in and took out your clothes to sleep in. You changed quickly and waited for your turn in the bathroom.

“Do you mind if I read a little bit? I’m not used to sleeping early with me having most of the evening shifts,” you asked when you came back.

“No, of course not. That’s totally fine.” He was already in bed and ‘thankfully’ wore a shirt and you tried not to stare too long at his muscular arms which were covered in freckles and burns. It wasn’t as if you haven’t seen Charlie shirtless before. One evening his friends pestered him to show them his tattoo and after a while he had given in and pulled of his shirt, but you had been on the other side of the room then and hadn’t gotten a closer look.

You tried to stay as far to the side as you could and started reading until you noticed that Charlie had also a book in his hands.

“What are you reading?” you asked him.

“It’s actually a book about dragons. We have that new Peruvian Vipertooth and we have a lot of trouble with her and I’m trying to find some helpful tips here. She’s actually really dangerous but she’s so beautiful,” Charlie rambled.

“I think you have to take me with you some day,” you said and turned around to look at him.

“Excuse me?” he looked actually confused as if he didn’t understand what you just said.

“You’re always talking about dragons and you tell me these great stories and I think it's finally time that you take me to the reservoir to let me see them so I can finally understand why you are so obsessed with them.”  

“I’m sorry if I talk to much about them. I know that it scares people away.” He looked almost a little bit sad.

“No, I don’t think you understand,” you put your hand on his warm arm. “I find it endearing that you love your job so much that you even do some research when you’re on vacation. You don’t have to be sorry for anything! I mean it, I finally want to see the creatures that amaze you so much.”

“Oh, okay. Well then I have to take you with me one day,” he said with a light smile on his face. You patted his arm and told him that you’d try to sleep now and that he should just kick you if you started to snore.

The next few days passed by quickly and you got used to be surrounded by Charlie 24/7 and you weren’t complaining. “Good morning,” you heard George say one morning and his twin followed him into the kitchen of shell cottage. “What are you doing?”

Fred took a cup from the cupboard and filled it while George studied you. “I'm making Cozonac. Bill asked me if I could make some. I'm making loads you can also have some when its ready,” you promised. You put away the bowl and washed your hands when you asked them what they were doing here.

“We thought we take you with us to Diagon Alley. Show you the shop and what London has to offer.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve been dying to see the shop and your products. Seriously I can’t wait to see them! And when we come back, I’m making dinner and we’ll eat the sweet bread for dessert,” you said excitingly.

“Well, who would have guessed that I had to ask my brother Charlie for girl advice, because I think he might have hit the jackpot,” George looked you up and down with a smirk on his lips. You told him to shut it and went to go changing.

When you came back you were carrying two bags full of WWW products. George had showed you around and pointed you to Diagon Alley where you spent a lot of your salary. You stopped by the twins to let them know that the offer for dinner still stands and then you made you way back to shell cottage.

“Are you preparing to feed an army?” Charlie asked when he stepped into the kitchen and took a look at all the pots and pans around you.

“Actually I am. George and Fred are coming over.” Just as you finished your sentence a loud noise was heard and said twins stood in the kitchen.

“This smells good, sweetness,” George didn’t miss a beat to stroll over to you, kiss your cheek and lift the lid to look inside one pot.

“Sweetness?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, you need to watch out, brother. I think you might have competition,” Fred laughed as he sat down at the table. Two seconds later Charlie slung one arm around your waist and pushed George out of the way.

“Bugger off,” he told his younger brother and although you were a bit confused about his quick acting you were comfortable in his arms and pressed yourself against his body. After that he didn’t leave your side and helped you preparing the food. Every time George made a comment about you, he threw something at him. You were glad that it was only peppers and not the knives. Bill really had a laugh when he came home and noticed the tension that was clearly building.

That evening you noticed that Charlie was always touching you: a hand on your thigh, your arms or knees touching when you sat next to each other over dinner, him kissing your cheek to thank you for the dinner. While George and Fred left right after dinner Charlie and Bill decided they’d do the dishes so you had a conversation with Fleur. When she asked you questions how you and Charlie got together you squirmed a bit and made an excuse to get to the kitchen.

The conversation between Charlie and Bill ended as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. You walked over to fill your glass with water and when your eyes fell at the bags you brought with you from Diagon Alley you remembered that you brought a book for him. You pulled it out and put it on the counter as Charlies hands were covered with dish water. “I brought this book for you. They had only two books about the Vipertooth and I recognized you had the other.”

You noticed the glance Bill shoot at Charlie before he turned around to put away the plates while Charlie came to you, put his soaking hands on your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. You didn’t mind the wetness there as a warmth spread through your body when he whispered the words: “Thank you, draga mea!” He wouldn’t tell you that he owned this book already, because he was so touched that you remembered the dragon he talked about and you went around searching for something that meant so much to him.  

“You’re welcome,” you beamed at him and when he stepped back you giggled as you wiped away the water with the sleeve of your shirt. Bill had left the room without you noticing so you stepped in to finish the dishes with Charlie.

“I’m glad you asked me to come with you,” you said while you put away the cutlery. “I have a really good time and I’m a little bit sad that tomorrow is our last day here.”

“You can come with me the next time I’m visiting,” Charlie said while he dried off his hands and leant against the counter. “I like spending time with you and actually I wanted to ask, if you want to go on a date with me.” You noticed that every time Charlie got nervous he started scratching his neck. “Like a real one without pretending.”

“Oh Charlie, we don’t have to pretend anything. I love spending time with you and I would love to spend even more with you in Romania. And if I remember correctly you had already promised me a date. You wanted to show me your dragons, remember?”

Charlie was speechless. You considered him showing you dragons as a date? He didn’t know what to say, but he felt the need to say something back right now or you might go. And he wasn’t sure if he could let you go.  He did the next best thing that came to his mind and with two steps he stood in front of you and pressed his lips against yours. You let out a light giggle and then you pressed your lips against his and slung your arms around his waist.

“So, it’s a date then?” you asked with a smirk on your face when you parted.

“Blimey, one or hundred or as many as you want,” he answered and gave you a peck.

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Dragonology Miniseries (2) | Charlie Weasley x femHufflepuff!Reader

WC: 2184

A/N: I know I said Christmas fic was next but I’ve been listening to Black And White from Niall’s new album on repeat since it came out and I was stricken with inspiration. There’s still more to come from the miniseries so if you want to be on the taglist let me know!

You can read the main series here, and the first miniseries fic here

DRAGONOLOGY FAQ

WARNINGS: KISSING (like so much it’s kinda gross), alcohol

*Present*

Charlie was pressing sloppy kisses near your ear as you fumbled for the key to the small cottage you were renting for the weekend. Twelve hours of drinking, dancing, and celebrating had you both tipsy, tired, and jubilant. Just as you finally turned the knob, his calloused hands grabbed your face and pressed your lips to his roughly. You giggled into his kiss, grabbing his loosened tie and tugging him gently across the threshold.

*Hour 1*

Charlie grinned as your hand slipped into his. You were standing in a tent full of your friends and family- well, most of them at least. The war had been over for a few months, but the heavy sting of loss was still prevalent in the wizarding community. You knew there was a large, Fred-shaped hole in this whole celebration, but Charlie had insisted that hosting the event would help with the healing.

Putting the tip of his wand to his throat, Charlie started speaking to the crowd in front of you.

“(y/n) and I wanted to thank you all for joining us today. We know that things have been rough lately, and we wanted to give you all a reason and a place to enjoy yourselves. What we haven’t told most of you is that (y/n) and I have been married for almost four years now. We had a small ceremony before we got swept up into the war, and promised each other that we would have a party after it was all over to celebrate our love. It seems like everyone needs extra love, and we want to share ours with you all. So drink, dance, and be merry! Celebrate the love you have, and the love we have. Thank you.”

Everyone in attendance applauded, the band started playing, and the party started. Charlie let go of your hand and slid his hand around your waist.

“How was that?” he murmured.

“It was perfect, look how happy everyone is,” Charlie didn’t look, instead his eyes were locked on yours that sparkled as you scanned the crowd, “I can’t believe we’ve been married for almost four years. It seems like a lifetime ago but also like yesterday.”

“We’ve been together for twelve years now.  In two years I’ll have spent half of my life loving you.”

“Handsome and he can do math, has someone put a ring on that finger yet?”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, Charlie laughed, “only the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Before you could respond, the first of a long line of guests stepped up to congratulate you.

*Present*

Though Charlie could have kept kissing you forever, you eventually pulled away to sink down into an armchair, finally tugging your shoes off your feet.

“Never again,” you grumbled, tossing them across the room. Charlie leaned over the back of the armchair, peppering your face with more kisses.

“Not your shoe of choice?” he asked as he stepped away and towards the kettle sitting on the stove.

“I prefer my work shoes,” you started fiddling with the buttons on the back of your white dress, undoing them one by one.

“I prefer your work shoes too,” Charlie reappeared by your ear, his whisper sending a chill down your spine as his fingers replaced yours.

*Hour 3*

After a seemingly eternity greeting and thanking guests, you and Charlie finally found yourself seated, passing an almost empty glass of firewhiskey between you. Callum, Tonks, and a few other friends from your Hogwarts days were also at the table, reminiscing on your days at the wizarding school. Tonks was howling with laugher after one of Charlie’s former roommates made a joke about the frequency of your late night returns to your respective dormitories.

“We should have known that we’d end up here at your wedding,”

“You doubted us?” your question was accompanied by a sly grin.

“At first, yeah. Neither of you seemed like the dating type and you were always… happy with each other,” Tonks scrunched up her nose. Charlie’s roommate nodded in agreement, then spoke when he noticed the matching expressions on your and Charlie’s faces.

“Neither of you had any doubts, did you?”

“When did you know?” you asked your husband, taking the glass of firewhiskey from his hands and taking a sip.

“I always knew. I fell in love with the way you loved when you talked about teaching salamanders manners. You said it like it was the most important task in the world, not as a hinderance or frustration. You genuinely cared about the wellbeing of those fire salamanders, and it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. When did you know?”

“The day before our first match against each other after we became friends, when we decided our friendship wouldn’t get in the way of our Quidditch careers and that anything was fair game. You trusted me to take care of myself and didn’t see the need to go easy on me. Showed me you saw me as tough,” you took another sip of the whiskey.

“You’re the toughest person I know,” Charlie pulled the glass from your hands and poured what was left of the amber liquid into his mouth.

*Present*

One of Charlie’s sweaters now adorned your frame and a hot cup of tea was in your hands as you curled into Charlie’s side on the sofa.

“Time for bed once your tea is gone?” Charlie asked as you stifled a yawn.

“The sun is about to come up, might as well watch it rise since we’re still awake this early.”

“You’ll have to wake me when it’s happening then, I’m so comfortable and you’re so warm,” his eyes closed as his voice trailed off. You reached a hand up to poke his cheek, laughing quietly when he slowly opened one eye to look at you before breaking into a toothy grin.

“I think this is my second favorite time of day,” you said into the silence.

“Only your second? What’s your first, love?”

“Late afternoon, especially if it’s sunny.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s a good time for a lot of things. You could have a snack, or do some work, or go for a walk, or take a nap. It’s also a good time for a cup of tea,” you mused.

“Any time is a good time for a cup of tea in your opinion.”

“I’m glad a married a man who knows me so well.”

You were quiet again for a while, only aware that the other was conscious by Charlie’s constantly moving thumb against your side and your occasional movements to bring your cup to your lips. When the sun finally started to peek over the horizon, you gasped quietly.

“This is perfect,” you glanced over to your husband, “you’re perfect.”

Charlie’s smile was sadder than you anticipated.

“What if I’m not?”

“I think I would know after loving you for thirteen years. What’s wrong?”

“The past four years of our marriage have felt like a dream. Well, a nightmare, really. Now that the war is over and we’ve had our party it feels like we can actually start being a married couple. Get a bigger house, a cat, maybe even have kids. And even though those are all good, happy things and the war and death and disaster is behind us, I’m still bloody terrified. What if I’m not able to give you a picket fence and two and a half little red-haired kids?”

You set your cup down on the coffee table.

“Then we don’t have a picket fence and two and a half kids. We’ve never really been conventional, Charlie. You’re all I need to be happy. On second thought, you and dragons are all I need to be happy. I have both of those things, the rest is just a positive extra. It’s ok to be scared of what the future holds, a year ago we didn’t know if we would even have a future.”

*Hour 6*

The band had transitioned to a slower song, leaving you and Charlie no choice but to share a proper first dance.

Embracing each other and surrounded by other couples dancing, you were finally able to have a quiet moment together since the beginning of the party.

“You don’t wear white very often,” Charlie observed.

“If I did it wouldn’t stay white for very long so I usually stay away, should I start wearing it more?”

“You look beautiful tonight, but I think colors suit you better. Shows off your gorgeous personality,” a soft kiss was shared between you.

“I can’t believe we actually made it here,” you said, eyes flickering around to the guests surrounding you.

“Me neither,” Charlie breathed, “I’m not going to lie, I was almost convinced I was going to lose you.”

“Why?”

“You’re too good of a person, you’re a helper. I haven’t slept well these past few years because I kept thinking you’d get yourself killed trying to help someone in danger.”

“I haven’t slept well these past few years because I kept thinking you’d get yourself killed trying  to help someone, too. Bravery and loyalty can be dangerous, Weasley.”

Charlie pulled you closer to his chest, “I’m only loyal to you, Mrs. Weasley.”

*Present*

You woke up still on the sofa, nuzzled into Charlie’s chest. You smiled contently, tightening your arm around him and falling back asleep until you felt him rouse hours later.

“It’s almost late afternoon,” you felt his chest rumble as he spoke.

“My favorite time of day,” you smiled as you sat up, stretching your arms out.

“I am starving,” Charlie stood once you were off of him, taking the few steps over to the kitchen.

“Do you want help cooking?” you offered, though the sun was shining through the windows right onto your current spot and felt warm as it hit your skin. With your eyes closed to soak up as much sunlight as possible, you didn’t see Charlie’s loving gaze as he paused for a moment to admire you.

“You keep enjoying that sunshine, beautiful. I think I’ve got it handled over here.”

Charlie was a decent cook having learned from his mum, but in his tired, slightly hungover state he didn’t have it handled and you ended up sitting on the floor of the kitchen eating some fresh fruit after putting out the multiple fires that he had accidentally started.

“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” you giggled.

“Considering we had a whole party to celebrate our love last night… no, you haven’t said it and I’m starting to worry,” Charlie’s feigned concern sent you into another fit of giggles and your joined laugher filled up the small, sunny cottage.

*Hour 9*

“We’d like to thank you all again for coming to celebrate love with us this evening. It means the world to us that you’re all here. As we start to wrap up, Charlie and I wanted to share with you the vows we wrote for each other when we first got married. I’m going to go first.

Charlie, I spent a long time trying to write something profound for my vows, until I realized that the words that described my feelings for you were much simpler than I originally thought. I love you and I trust you. I have loved you and I have trusted you for so long that it’s second nature, and I promise to keep loving you and keep trusting you in every challenge and blessing that we encounter together. There isn’t anyone else I would want by my side in any aspect of my life, and I promise to cherish your companionship as we step into our future. I anticipate there will be losses and pain, but you will not lose me, and together we can help heal with the strength of our love. Here’s to forever.”

The first time you had read these vows, Molly Weasley had immediately burst into tears. Now, you noticed many people were wiping their eyes, though there seemed to be more smiles and hope for the future than your small gathering so many years ago.

Charlie took a deep breath, and then began reading his vows.

“(y/n). My sweet, beautiful, amazing (y/n). I want to promise you a grand life of dragons and quidditch and fire salamanders with impeccable manners, but ultimately that is not our reality. The world isn’t that perfect and as we’ve grown older and more experienced I think we’ve come to realize that. Despite all this, you’ve taught me to focus on the smaller positives, like a cup of tea when you can’t sleep. So, even though I can’t promise you Hufflepuff winning the quidditch house cup or a pile of dragon babies in the spring, I can promise I will be there for you whenever you need me. I promise to care for you when you can’t, and admire you when you can. And most importantly, I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Tags: @siriuslysirius1107

[fandomlovver]

I’m just discovering Charlie fox’s and omg they don’t disappoint!! This was so lovely, had me grinning like a loon 😉

A Change of Scenery - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes!

omg hi! I just saw the fanart of the oldest Weasley brothers(🥵🥵🥵) and was hoping you could do a Charlie x reader thing? Maybe the reader is a healer at the sanctuary and Charlie doesn’t mind getting hurt because he gets to see her but she literally has no idea he adores her till he spells it out. With promt 42 of your list maybe? Totally cool if you want to leave it out 😁 love you and your work! -🍄

“what the hell were you thinking?”

Word count: 3.1k 

Summary: moving to romania for your absolute dream job, you did not expect to meet a cheeky, flirty redhead along the way. 

Warnings: mentions of injuries, food, & drinks. charlie is a dragon tamer, reader is a healer, of course he’s going to end up with a few cuts and bruises. 

A/N: god i love charlie weasley with all of my heart. that is all. 

prompt is in bold

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Being connected to and living somewhere very in tune with the earth had always been a dream of yours. It just so happened that your new job had you transferred to the perfect place: Romania. 

Sure, it was quite far from England and had quite a different culture, but the beauty of the mountains and the picturesque scenery made up for it. The fact that you were also working in one of the best medical wings in the country, on a dragon reserve on top of that, was basically your dream come true. 

“Alright, and this right here is your station,” announced the head healer, who insisted you call him Gerry, gesturing to a decently sized office space. “You can decorate it anyway you like, as long as it’s appropriate. Most of the folks around here aren’t locals either, so we’ve got loads of photos up and lots of owls coming in and out everyday.” 

“It’s perfect,” you grinned. 

Gerry left you alone to get settled, and you didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but the first thing you did once he was out of earshot was to squeal excitedly and do a little happy dance. 

It was just all too exciting, really. Dream job, dream location, dream view even. After your burst of excitement, you spent a bit of time just staring out of the window, taking in everything. In the distance, you could even see the silhouette of a dragon peeking over the canopy of trees. The fact that this was going to be a regular occurrence just spurred even more delight in your heart. 

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[certainglitterhologram]

Sophie Foster and Harry Potter are very similar in their descriptions of people of the same sex as them.

It is not feeling very heterosexual.

[wildheartsalwaysburn]

Sex on Fire (by Kings of Leon) || C.W.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader summary: Charlie and y/n are celebrating their anniversary with some sexual fantasy they've had in mind for ages: sex on a dragon's back. a/n: If there would be any real dragons around, I'd highly recommend not try this at home. They are some very empathic and highkey intelligent creatures with a serious bonding issue, so any activities on their back are only happening with their consent! Also I think Charlie is such a caring and sensitive person, so this is gonna be the real "love-making" art of sex.

warnings: Smut18+, unprotected intercourse, a few swear words but actually it's fluff-smut words: 1.609

If you like it feel free to like, comment and reblog <3 Also if you wanna be put on my taglist, let me know!

"And you are sure he gave us permission?", y/n asked while she undressed completely and put on her new piece of lingerie. Her boyfriend, while taking off his shirt and pants, chuckled: "Again, love. We talked about this and it's an honour for him. Fedir won't hurt us, he never did. You know him." Fedir was one of y/n's favourite dragons in the reservate Charlie was working at and a 26 feet tall Ukrainian Ironbelly. Due to their international reputation of being one of the most dangerous breeds, her worries were eligible. But she trusted her boyfriend more than anyone else. He planned something very special for their 3 years anniversary: having sex on a dragon's back. The couple has talked about this fantasy so many times, he had no choice but finally try it out now with y/n. Charlie, completely naked, grabbed the kilt y/n had gifted him for Christmas. He never knew what to do with this but today it hit him that his girlfriend had got something in her mind when choosing this thing as a present. The man was bobbing eagerly with his feet until his girlfriend came out of the bathroom. Only an opaque gown encased her body, still keeping her best parts a secret. His amber eyes widened when finally seeing her and a hint of blush appeared on his freckled cheeks. Y/n smirked when noticing: "So after all these times you're still blushing when seeing me like this?" She walked closer to him and put her arms around his neck. Her hands were playing with his long ginger hair, which he had tied up in a ponytail all the time. As a response Charlie just pulled her even closer and started kissing her impetuously. His hands were running all over her in a silk covered body, grabbing her thighs firmly before lifting her up and pressing his girlfriend against the wall. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his hard crotch against her hips, just one layer of tartan separated him from her sweet entrance. Her hands were running over his strong arms trailing the freckles on his skin up to his shoulders again before she buried her fingers in his hair. When the ginger started kissing and sucking on her neck, she couldn't help but moan his name quietly. As if this was a signal Charlie stopped and breathed against y/n's soft skin: "We should continue outside, princess…" one soft kiss more on her cheek, " It'll be worth it, I promise."

It was a warm summer day without any breeze. The crystal clear sky above them seemed like a perfect invitation for their plan. Fedir was already waiting on a small hill, his silver scales glistening in the sunlight. When seeing the couple coming closer, he spread his wings on the ground to make it easier for them to climb up his back. "How do we actually...sit here, Charlie?", y/n asked slightly doubting that anything would work out on there. Her boyfriend smirked: "Let me handle this, love." Before she knew, he already lifted her up with ease and pulled her on his lap, which made her gasp of surprise and affection. Through the delicate fabric covering her thighs, she could already feel his hardness, so she started to get more confident again. As if Charlie could read her mind, he pulled her even closer, his strong hands on her back, wandering underneath the silk. "Looks like we can get on, now", the dragon tamer growled with a voice as deep as the ocean but as warm and sweet as fresh honey. He even smelled like this, which made y/n go crazy everytime she noticed. Just like at this exact moment. She pressed her lips eagerly on his, her hands on his warm face, pressing her body on his with pure relish. With a small, almost unnoticeable hand sign, Charlie told the dragon to fly off. The moment they raised into the afternoon sky, he mumbled into the kiss, telling his heated girlfriend to hold onto him. So she did, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her hands tangled softly in his hair and her cooch exposed towards his hips. He could feel her getting wet, what made him even more excited to go further. His hands wandered from her back to her bum, squeezing it firmly while one hand went around her hips in between her thighs and up to her slit. There he started to caress her clit with his fingers and he knew exactly how to make her feel good. When feeling him down there y/n started moaning into the fiery kisses, Charlie taking the chance to slide his tongue in her mouth dancing with hers as if they were two snogging teenagers again. The air between them was getting hotter with every second, their bodies burning from lust and desire for each other. Sometimes a low breeze was waving through them causing some goosebumps on their skin. But the lovers didn't mind at all, it made them feel like being completely free. "I want you, Charlie.", her voice sounded quite desperate, "Please." To emphasize her craving for his hard cock, she pressed herself onto his lap slowly moving back and forth, slightly massaging him to get even harder. Her hand stroke over his broad shoulders, down to his strong tensed biceps, back again to his muscular chest where she dag into his freckled skin. Charlie hissed quietly due to the short pain but it turned him on even more, since he knew she was doing this because she wanted him really bad. And he liked that. So he opened his kilt and pushed the tartan fabric aside, exposing his huge, stiff member. Without hesitation he scooped up his girlfriend with one arm, his hand leaving her wet slit to get a hold on her thigh. The sudden cold air between her legs made her shiver for a second before the dragon they were sitting on was flapping his wings, making her lose balance and Charlie's hard cock sliding into her all of a sudden. Both gasped in surprise, the sudden pleasurable feeling running down their spines, stirring up the already heated atmosphere between them even more. Y/n's hands laid on her boyfriends warm, freckled shoulders, her legs tensed and pressed against his thighs, moving rhythmically up and down to give Charlie the pleasure he deserved. To show his appreciation, he pulled her hair slightly back, so her neck stretched and he could cover her in kisses, most of them soft but sometimes he couldn't help but sucking on her skin, leaving small hickeys. His lips rushed over her neck and throat, his tongue traced her muscles and veins down to her breasts where he started to carefully bite her nipples. All of this made y/n even more wet, she moaned out loud since nobody

was up there to hear them anyway, her arms were embracing Charlie's strong body tighter with every thrust of him inside her. The dragon's wavelike motion intensified the pounding of his huge cock inside her, hitting her G-spot, slowly getting her to the edge. She could feel he was almost ready, too. His body moved more erratically, his hands grabbed her breasts and bum more roughly, his whole behaviour became more demanding, more eager. The thrusts got faster. Her moans got louder. Their kisses got more fierce, tongues nearly battling to win over the other. Heat was rising up in both of them. "Oh fuck...Charlie…", every word of hers was just breathed heavily between snogging, "I-I'm about to come…" She moaned the last words out loud, feeling his hot breath against her cheeks when he begged her to wait for him. "Let's...come together", his voice sounded raucous, as if a warm firewhiskey was running down his throat. Charlie took y/n blushing face in his right hand, making her look at him, locking his amber eyes with her y/e/c ones. "Fuck...babe...I-" - "...love you." she smiled briefly when finishing his sentence, putting his freckle covered face in her hand as well, reaching her climax shortly before he did. A wave of pure heat, serotonin and delight was rushing through their bodies. He still thrusted a few times after that, wanting to make her feel good. Her body collapsed on his, shivering and sweating heavily. His face still in her hand y/n laid her forehead on his one, her sign of purest affection and love. Charlie's body relaxed then as well, he let out a deep breath of satisfaction, smiling when she touched his face. "Damn, y/n. How did I get so lucky?", he chuckled. His girlfriend, completely out of breath, just chuckled, shrugging her shoulders and pecked his lips. His arms were scooping her body, lifting her up a little to get out of her. She shifted herself in a more comfortable position, sitting between his legs nowm the silky gown loosely hanging around her shoulders. The air around them was cooler now, but she wasn't cold, protected by her boyfriend's warm body, and he was never cold actually. "What about we keep enjoying this view up here a while, before taking some hot bath together, down on earth?" Y/n stressed the word hot with a small smirk, holding Charlie's hands who blushed a little but chuckled when she suggested this. "A hot bath seems perfect to me, princess." - "So round two then?" her smirk was getting wider. "Round two, then.", he winked, squeezing her slightly.

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Taglist: @marturavera

[danceworshipper]

Now I'll admit that I sped past the dialogue and barely read it so maybe there was a plan here but Charlie, bro, buddy, dumbass, did you really just leave a dangerous and traumatized dragon un-fucking-attended?

I feel like that's a bad idea for a number of reasons

Also why are we getting Cedric he's fucking 12 get Diego y'all are dumb

[steves-on-a-plane]

Imagine Bill & Charlie finding out you have no where to go during Christmas break...

“Will you be going home for Christmas?” Charlie Weasley asked, while you poured yourself a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Not this year I think.” You announced before setting the pumpkin juice pitcher back on the table. You ignored the confused look from the First Year sitting next to you. Sure, you weren’t technically a Gryffindor, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t entitled to have your breakfast at their table. (Even though that was exactly what the school rules stated.) You glared back at the First Year as if daring them to report you to a professor.

“Oh? Will you be spending it with Rowan at her family’s tree farm, then? I heard her invitation after Charms.” Charlie questioned next. You look across the Great Hall to your house table where Rowan was eating breakfast and studying off a book precariously propped against the sugar bowl. Rowan looked up to turn a page in her book. She waved when she spotted you watching. You waved back and offered her a smile.

“No.” You said, looking back to the Gryffindors. “I think I’ll probably just end up staying at the castle.”

“Staying at the castle?” Charlie’s older brother Bill inserted himself into the conversation. You didn’t mind, Bill was one of your best friends. “But you’d be all alone. Most everyone goes home for Christmas.”

“Yeah, well my mum and I had a row after Dumbledore’s last letter to her.” You sighed. “She thinks I should just give up the Cursed Vaults. She thinks I shouldn’t keep looking for Jacob.” You looked away from the Weasleys and turned your eyes down to your plate. You pushed the food around with your fork mindlessly.

“No one should be alone on Christmas.” Bill decided. “I’ll owl Mum, I’m sure her and Dad will insist you stay with us. Right Charlie?”

“Yeah! You can meet the rest of out brothers and our sister.” Charlie nodded.

“I bet [Y/n] would get on well with Fred and George.” Bill smiled.

“Your twin brothers with a pension for trouble?” You laughed. “Why ever would you think we’d get on?”

[comment-exchange]

26. Smoke in the Glass (Harry Potter)

Title: Smoke in the Glass Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24446134 Platform: AO3 Creator: Lothlaurien Work Type: Fanfiction  Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: G Pairing: Gen/No pairing Word Count: 554 Warnings: None Number of comments: 0 (now >10) Completion Status: complete Short summary/description: Can dragons pass the mirror test? Charlie Weasley and Viktor Krum try to find out.

[lunasilvermorny]

First Date SQ - Part 7 - and then Tonks ruined everything...

Seriously?

Can you imagine, opening up and straight up telling MC that he has feelings for her, and her first reaction is- “Tonks and Charlie!”

FFS, Tonks, can you at least pretend you’re not spying on them?

Good call.

Such a sweet puppy!

Also, Charlie looks uncomfortable...

GOOD!

Can you use it to get Tonks out of there, please?

See? He wants the tea. Makes your little freak-out a bit unnecessary now, right?

Dammit, Tonks!

But you’re an accomplice.

Of course, your number one hobby.

MC and Barnaby: Breathe.

Tonks to Charlie:

I can imagine Tonks standing right next to their table, saying- “No, I’m just looking at your tablecloth.”

Or... crazy idea - you can just leave.

I know, mind blown.

Oh, now you choose to talk like a normal person?

MC: No. Hey, you two! Can you fuck off already?

Dammit, fine... Whatever, let’s just invite them.

It’s not like they’d actually go away, anyway.

It was established earlier, keep up.

Really? Then why are you here?!

I mean, he was very rude, but who are you to talk?

Again - why are you here in the first place, then?

You should have told her that before you crashed the date.

There is one other couple in this place and I’m pretty sure they already heard everything, so... No need to pretend.

You crashed their date and ruined the mood for everyone.

Tonks...FFS...

Did she just get them kicked out?!

TONKS!!!

TONKSISWEARTOGODYOUARETHEWORST...!

No, they found out there’s a radioactive leakage from a nearby nuclear plant, so they evacuate the whole area.

Awkward is the best case scenario.

Awww... MC looks so defeated.

Dammit, Tonks.

[saaailor]

FRED WEASLEY X OC - LOOKING FOR FEEDBACK/CRITIQUES!!!

Hello there! I’m currently looking for feedback/critiques on a Fred Weasley fic that I’m currently writing- primarily, where I should take it and how it will end. I currently have three ideas for the ending, and I’m wanting to get it kinda set in stone now, so I know what to allude to, ya know? 

If you’re interested in helping me out, feel free to send me a DM or something! I’ll fill you in on all the details there lol. 

Thanks!

[marvelettesassemble]

Free Spirits (Charlie x F-Reader)

Summary: You were Bills best friend and couldn’t understand why you couldn’t be his best man. You were sure you’d do a better job than his brother who you haven’t met. But when you finally did you couldn’t deny that the two of you had a lot in common.

Words: ~ 3.3k

AN: This is the first time I’m dedicating a story to someone. This is for @jenniweaslee because she helped me when I was stuck with writing and actually made me laugh with her stories and even told me I should go to bed when I really needed to. So this one is for you and I hope you like it  

„You’re kidding me, right? I can absolutely be your best man! I can even wear a suit if that makes you feel better.“ With a flick of your wand you changed your clothes and stood in front of your best friend in a suit. You looked into the mirror and smirked. „See, I can even rock this look. I’m your best friend and I have been for years. When have you ever cared about traditions? That's what makes us so special. You haven’t seen your brother for so long. I don’t say to kick him out, but we can share that burden. And before you even start suggesting it, I’d rather die than be a bridesmaid next to all the Veela!“

One of the traits you had was that you won’t back down easily. You and Bill had been friends for years. You bonded over having the urge to be different, to make what makes you happy and you supported each other. When he started dating Fleur he had anxiously awaited if you approved of her. It had been difficult. For a long time you had been the only woman in Bills life and you weren’t sure if you were ready for it to change. You hadn’t made it easy for Fleur you had to admit, but Fleur didn’t back down also. And you admired that.

When Bill was scratched by Fenrir Greyback you didn’t waste a second to walk towards him. You made sure that he was protected and taken care of. And when he lay in that bed and Fleur was already waiting by his side you looked at her and she stared at you. You dared her to leave him because he was scarred. „If you think I’m going to leave him because of a few scars then you don’t know me at all.“ You stared at her a moment longer – trying to see if she truly meant what she said. When you were satisfied you nodded and she looked back at Bill. „You can wait in here with me,“ and that was the moment you knew it would all change. You weren’t mad at Bills fiancé. You asked her if she wanted to have something to drink while the two of you waited for the tall man to wake up.

„They’re going to kill me,“ Bill said and pulled his hands through his long hair. You huffed.

„Since when are you so afraid of the women of your family?“ you asked with a smirk.

„You’ve met them, right? Okay, how about this: You don’t plan to bring someone, right? And I know that Charlie won’t bring someone. If the two of you went together you could sit both next to me and I’ll let you have your speech, that I know you’re planning since I told you I was going to marry.“

„So, no to the suit I guess,“ you changed back into your normal clothing. „Well, I guess I’ll find something that will match my leather jacket.“ Bill rose his eyebrows, but you just laughed. „But when I’m going to marry, you’ll be my maid of honour, William.“

He laughed and hugged you, glad that you found a compromise. „As if you find someone who will marry you.“ You pushed him from you and slapped his chest playfully.

„There’s still time for me to steal Fleur from you,“ you winked at him and said woman just entered the living room where your talk had taken place. She asked you if you wanted to stay for dinner and you accepted the offer, not without throwing an arm around her shoulder and throwing a wink towards Bill before following his fiancé into the kitchen.

It was a few days until the wedding and you couldn’t believe that you’ve never met Bills younger brother when you knew all his other siblings. They kind of accepted you and you just ignored how Molly was always eying your choice of clothes. Actually, you couldn’t wait to meet Charlie. He was living in Romania and was working at a dragon reservoir, if that wasn’t cool you didn’t know. You bet he had awesome stories to tell.

„Okay, does everyone have something to wear for the wedding. Something that is appropriate for a wedding? If not I’m sure I can organize something,“ Molly asked and you were sure she was looking in your direction. When you didn’t answer she asked you directly if you had a dress ready.

„Oh Molly, I do have a dress for the wedding, don’t worry,“ you smiled at her. Then you turned around towards Bill and mouthed „and my leather jacket“. Bill smirked. To be honest he would have been a bit disappointed if you had just followed the rules.

„So, where is my date, Bill? I would like to meet the guy who stole my job from me,“ you said. Bill just pointed behind you and when you turned around you saw Charlie Weasley in the flash. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what he looked like; you had seen photos of him. „I think you and I need to have a chat,“ you told him.

And you did talk for a long time. You were interrupted with people wanting to talk to Charlie or welcoming him home, but then people started to disappear into their rooms or home until it was only the two of you. Charlie was telling you a story when you felt the need to yawn.

„I’m so sorry, it has nothing to do with your story. But I’ve been up since dawn,“ you explained. He just laughed and told you it was okay. He even offered you to bring you home but it was your turn to laugh now and you told him you would just apparated home. You thanked him for the nice evening and then you disappeared and found yourself in your living room.  

-×-

Maybe you were glad that you weren’t actually Bills best men as everyone seemed stressed. Bill was still trying to fight his mom who wanted to cut his hair. „Well, I would tell I like it like this, but I think she would be more determinate to cut it then.“  

„I think so, too. She is downright terrified what you’re going to wear,“ a voice behind you said before Charlie plopped down next to you on the couch where you were busy writing place cards. If you concentrated you had a pretty handwriting and even Molly had to admit that.  

“You need to finish your story from the other night. I still don’t know the ending,” you changed the topic.

“You want to take a walk with me?” Charlie said suddenly. You were about to protest as you weren’t finished, but he told you he needed some fresh air and you walked with him out of the kitchen door and through the field. It was a comfortable silence until you reminded him of the unfinished story. He began that tale, but stopped suddenly and walked towards a tree and inspected it. You found a fallen tree and sat down on it as you watched the men in front of you as fascinated as he was with whatever he was watching. Suddenly he bent down, picked something up and placed it on the tree where you saw something bolting.

After some time he remembered that he wasn’t alone and turned around to look at you. “You do remind me of Valea.” When you arched an eyebrow to show him that you didn’t know who he meant he explained that she was a dragon at the reservoir.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended that you compare me to a dragon or if it’s a compliment coming from you,” you laughed.

“Definitely a compliment,” he smirked and held a hand out in front of you so you could stand up.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m not going to wear my leather jacket at the wedding. I just like to keep Molly on her toes. Fleur asked me not to, or she asked if I could leave it until they finished the photos. And I actually like her so I’m going to do her this favour.”  

“And here I thought you were a rebel,” he smirked and you noticed that he hadn’t let go of your hand although you two had started walking.

“I am, but I know my limits. And Fleur being mad every time she looks at the wedding pictures is my limit.” You pulled him further into the forest as you weren’t ready for your walk to end just yet.

-×-

The wedding was kind of beautiful and you had to admit that Charlie looked good next to Bill as his best man. Even Molly was pleased when she saw you in a dress and without your beloved jacket. But they still had to admit that your speech was better than Charlies and you took great pride in it. After Fleur and Bills first dance as wife and husband Charlie asked you for a dance. You were surprised and hadn’t thought he’d dance but you accepted and had to admit you had fun on the dance floor. After Charlie you danced with Fred and then George before you shared a dance with Arthur and then a cousin of Fleur who liked to talk a lot and didn’t seem to understand that you weren’t speaking the same language. So you opted for smiling and nodding here and there.

Bill rescued you and asked you for a dance which you accepted gladly. “I almost didn’t recognise you,” you both said at the same time and had to laugh. “Are you happy?” you asked after a while when the laughter had died down and you both swayed to the music.

“Yes, I am,” he smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help to smile back just as bright. Despite what many thought – you weren’t in love with Bill Weasley. He was your best friend. You know you could come to him anytime with anything and he would be there for you and the other way round. If he was happy then you were happy.

“Maybe after the war I’ll search for something like that. Doesn’t seem so bad,” you announced.

“It isn’t. But I’m not sure you have to search for it,” he answered. You were confused and wanted to comment on it but in that moment a patronus arrived. When the patronus announced that the ministry had fallen and that Death Eater were on their way the protection charm of the burrow broke. The noises of disappearing people surrounded you. You pushed Bill away and told him to search for his wife while you saw Remus and Tonks already using shielding charms. This was your best way of helping you thought and went over there. It was clear you were losing; you just weren’t enough people.

“You need to go. You know where. We’ll be okay.” you heard Bills voice suddenly. “Now.” You know better than to refuse. With a nod that you understood you left the wedding and found yourself in Shell Cottage. When you were about to turn on the light you heard a noise behind you and you were about to shoot a spell when you heard Charlies voice. “It’s me.”

You turned on the lights with your wand. “Are you okay?” Charlie asked once he could see and you nodded and repeated the question. “As soon as I know that everybody is okay, I need to leave. I need to go back to Romania, see if I can get more people to join us. If I’m lucky they don’t know that I’ve been here.” You nodded. “What about you?”

You needed to do something so you walked into the kitchen and prepared tea. “I’m a pureblood. I don’t think there will be much problems. I try working normal next to working for the order. If it's too much I can come back here,” you pointed at the house, which was also a safehouse.

“Don’t do anything too risky,” he said and you turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a dragon tamer and you’re telling me I shouldn’t do anything too risky?” You put the tea in two cups and placed one in front of him.

-×-

Owling was too dangerous in times like these. Instead the order used the way to communicate the way Sirius did with Harry. What they didn’t know was that you used that way to talk to Charlie. Sure, order things were discussed, but mostly you were talking to him because you wanted to. Because talking to Charlie was easy. He wasn’t judging and a free spirit like you.

“When this is over, I want to see the world. I don’t want to limit my knowledge; I want to see other places. I want to learn other cultures and when I think I have enough I want to settle down,” you admitted one time to him. “I want to stay at one place I call home. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to travel from time to time but I want to come home. I want a place where Bill and Fleur and their kids can come over to visit their cool aunt. I want them to know I’m there and they have a place they can come to when they need to. But first I want to see the world so I’m not restless anymore.”

“How about we start with Romania? You could live with me, we could visit the country. Then we can go on see the next place on your list,” Charlie offered.

“You... you want to come with me?” you asked stunned.

“Isn’t this where this is heading?” he asked. Not demanding or questioning, it was just a statement. Something for you to think about. Damned be the fire as you couldn’t really see him.

“I’m not sure this is what you want,” suddenly your head vanished from the fire and Charlie panicked a bit. He called your name and soon your head appeared again. “It starts now, Charlie. This is it. I need to leave now; we’re going to Hogwarts. I... need to go.” You were afraid, Charlie noticed this immediately. You were usually not one to panic.

“I’ll be on my way. Take care.” He could see you nodding. “I mean it. I’ll see you soon,” he added.

-×-

“You’re here,” you almost sobbed. The relieve flooding through you was immense.

“Are you okay?” he repeated the question he asked you so many months ago in Shell Cottage. You nodded again. “Fred is injured, he’s in the Great Hall. It’s not fatal. Voldemort gave us an hour; we still have some time. If you want to go.” Charlie was torn between staying at your side or visiting his family. He decided he’d go to his brother as he didn’t know if he could forgive himself if he hadn’t looked after his family. He squeezed your hand before he walked inside the castle.

-×-

After the war you stayed. You helped George with their shop as Fred still needed healing. And when Fred was okay you stayed because they needed to stock up their products and still needed to open the shop. At first Charlie thought it was his fault that you weren’t traveling. He thought he had taken you by surprise with his offer to accompany you so he went back to Romania. But when you talked daily and he noticed you missed him as much as he did. It took him a while to figure out that you thought you were needed and thought you couldn’t go.

He started preparations and a month later he stood in front of you. You couldn’t believe it and you hugged him as if your life depended on it. „You never said you were visiting! How long are you going to stay?“

„I’m not,“ Charlie just said and your arms loosened around him. „Pack your things, we’re going to see the world.“ You were about to protest, but Charlie interrupted you. „The shop is doing great, everybody is busy and Bill and Fleurs baby won’t be here for months. Take your time, fulfil your wish to see the world. I promise nobody will be mad. In fact, they kind of helped me prepare something.“

Charlie had organized a tent for you. He had planned a route when he talked with his co-workers and friends and family to pick out the best destinations. He told you over and over that you could plan your own route or they could change it. But how could you when he had thought of everything? He even had arranged a dinner at Bill and Fleurs to say your goodbye as he knew you wouldn’t leave without telling Bill.

After much persuasion Bill and Fleur told you to go. They promised to let you know immediately when something was wrong or you needed to come home.

The first days, even weeks, were hard. Charlie and you needed to find your rhythm. But when you did and you got used to things like not talking when the other one just woke up it was fantastic. You saw things you hadn’t dreamed of. You got to know awesome people and you took long walks through nature. Living with Charlie was easy, there was no pressure. You crawled into bed with him and pressed your cold body against his warm one. He shivered but pulled you closer and kissed your hair.

„Thank you,“ you said to him. „This was exactly what I needed and I’m so glad that I could share it with you.“

„Do you want to go home?“ he asked. You had talked about it and it felt like your journey had come to an end and it would be time for the next chapter. You had talked about it and you wanted to be there when Bills first kid were born. “What if I suggest doing something crazy?”

“I’m all ears,” you said excitedly.

-×-

“You want to what? NOW?” You needed to calm down Fleur as you were afraid, she’d go into labour with all you had laid down. “But you don’t have a dress and I look horrendous.

“You look beautiful,” Charlie stepped in. “And we don’t need or want any of that. We just want us and you there.”

“Well, I won’t put up the wedding picture here,” she said and you knew she was on board. You turned towards Bill and asked him why he was so quiet. He hasn’t said a word since the two of you had announced that you wanted to marry.

“I don’t know. It’s just... You look so happy and I’ve never seen you smile so big and I guess I’m just happy for you,” he said and you noticed that his eyes were glassy now so you hugged him before your eyes would start to water too. And so it came that the four of you walked towards the beach where a priest was waiting. Despite what Fleur had said that picture got a spot on her chimney with the four of you smiling brightly into the camera. The wind blowing your hair in all directions, Fleur wearing a sweater which had belonged to Bill as hers didn’t fit anymore. You and Bill both wore the leather jackets you were so fond of and Charlie was spotting a dragon shirt under his knitted sweater. This was everything you never knew you wanted.

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Dragonology Miniseries (1) | Charlie Weasley x femHufflepuff!Reader

A/N: So I had a bunch of ideas for drabbles in this universe while I was writing the original series. The first two were supposed to be done before now, but life happens so please enjoy this fall aesthetic fic and know that a Christmas fic is hopefully on the way soon. If you want to be added to the Dragonology tag list let me know! 

You can read the main series here.

DRAGONOLOGY FAQ

Late fall was quite possibly your favorite time of the year. Late fall meant candles, warm sweaters, hot tea, and cold weather cuddles with your impossibly handsome red-headed boyfriend.

You were in your sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and though your studies were rigorous, you couldn’t be happier as you and Charlie sat shoulder to shoulder under a yellowing tree working on homework one Saturday afternoon.

“Can I just copy the end of your Charms essay?” he asked you, poking the feathery end of his quill into your ear. You brushed the quill away with a grin.

“No, you can’t. It’s only a foot and a half long essay, you’re almost done,” you reminded him as you glanced at his parchment.

“It’s just taking too long, if I copy yours I’ll be done faster. There are much better things I could be doing with my time than writing an essay on nonverbal spells,” he complained.

“What could possibly be more important than bettering our education?” your question was overly dramatic, and Charlie could tell. Sliding closer to you, he pressed a warm kiss to your cool cheek.

“We could go down to the forest and see what creatures are around,” he suggested with a grin, “unless you’re working on something more important.”

Your eyes fell to the parchment in front of you, covered in doodles of different dragon wing shapes.

“Lead the way,” you offered your hand to him, stuffing the parchment into one of your pockets and tucking your quill behind your ear. You walked the familiar path through the grounds towards the dark forest, taking the long way there in order to step on as many crunchy leaves as possible. Charlie’s hand was securely in yours the whole way.

When you reached the forest, you both started scanning the area for anything interesting. Charlie spotted the first creature, a bowtruckle tucked on a branch. After oogling over him for a while, you turned back to the forest. You saw some tell-tale signs that an animal was near, but you could not see the beast itself.

“Rumor has it there are unicorns in here,” Charlie said as you followed the trail deeper into the forest.

“Wouldn’t we have seen one by now if there were?”

“They’re pretty elusive, and there’s a lot of forest we haven’t explored. There could be all sorts of creatures here we haven’t found yet-”

“Like a dragon?” you cut him off playfully.

“Yes! It would be fantastic if we found a dragon,” Charlie exclaimed, sending the crows in the trees above you flying off in a hurry.

You laughed, shushing him as you made it to a clearing.

“I wonder if we’ll ever be able to see them,” Charlie said quietly, having procured an apple slice from his pocket which he held out to the emptiness. You watched as it moved, then disappeared with a huff. You held your own empty hand out, palm down, and waited until you felt flesh underneath it.

“As amazing as thestrals are, I hope we don’t ever see them. I don’t want to watch anybody die,” you pondered.

“There’s another trail here,” Charlie brought to your attention the broken twigs that led deeper into the forest. Leaving the thestrals, you followed the trail to another area where the trees thinned out. You made quiet eye contact with Charlie, in awe of the sight in front of you.

There were at least twenty hippogriffs in the area, some were basking in the sun, others laying in the grass. If they noticed you and Charlie, they paid you no mind. You perched on a nearby rock, pulling out the parchment and quill that you had stuffed in your pocket and starting a sketch of the beasts. Charlie sat on the ground in front of you, snacking on what was left of his apple and quietly observing.

When you finished your observations, you slid down the rock to join Charlie on the ground. You rested your head on his shoulder, peacefully watching the animals in front of you. When you woke up the sun was almost gone and the forest was mostly dark. The hippogriffs in front of you had all bedded down in the long grass, and Charlie was still next to you with his eyes closed.

“Charlie,” you hissed, elbowing him in the side.

“What?” he mumbled.

“We fell asleep, we have to go back to the castle,” you started standing up, brushing the dirt off of your pants and offering him your hand. He took it, pulling himself up against your weight. Intertwining his fingers with yours, Charlie lit his wand with a quiet “lumos” and started heading back towards the castle.

You weren’t frightened of being in the forest at night. Most of the creatures on this side of the forest knew who you were and that you wouldn’t hurt them. You were most concerned about being caught out of the castle after hours. You safely navigated back onto school grounds and were briskly making your way back to the illuminated castle when you saw a cat run across your path.

“Mrs. Norris,” you and Charlie groaned at the same time. The cat’s caretaker was not far behind her, and you knew there was no way you were getting off the hook.

“Students out of bed! Roaming the grounds at night! A prefect! Out of bed, must bring you to the headmaster…” Filch grumbled to himself as he ushered you back to the castle and up to Dumbledore’s office.

“Professor Dumbledore, these students were out on the grounds, coming from the forest no doubt.”

“Thank you, Argus,” Dumbledore looked up from his spot at his desk, “you can continue your business now, I’ll send them to bed when we’re finished.”

Filch sulked off, murmuring to himself about finding more students out of bed.

“Acid pop?” Dumbledore asked you and Charlie as you sat down in the chairs next to his desk. As you helped yourself to the candy, the older man spoke.

“I take it you were out exploring the Forbidden forest?”

“Yes Sir,” Charlie answered.

“Find anything interesting? Some of the best creatures are out in the afternoons.”

You pulled the parchment out of your pocket, sliding your sketches onto Dumbledore’s desk, “a herd of hippogriffs. They were beautiful; healthy looking too.”

“Ah, I met a very handsome hippogriff while I was at the Ministry once. These are wonderful drawings, (y/n). You two will make fine magizoologists when you’re done here at Hogwarts. Charlie, I’m sure you’ll see to it that (y/n) makes it back to the Hufflepuff common room safely?”

You and Charlie exchanged a glance.

“Of course, sir.”

“Well then, you best be on your way. While our nighttime chats are informative and I do love hearing what you two are discovering, let’s try not to chat about it so late at night, hm?”

Dumbledore’s office was filled with your quiet mumbles of “yes, Professor,” and “of course, Professor,” and “goodnight, Professor,” as you and Charlie rose and moved towards the door.

“That never goes how I think it’s going to,” Charlie mused once you were walking down the hall towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“He is a special old man, that’s for sure.”

You and Charlie walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way downstairs. When you got to the pile of barrels in the basement, Charlie pulled you in for a tight hug.

“See you in the morning?”

“Of course I will. I heard Slytherin has a new keeper who’s really talented,” you told him, looking up at his freckled face.

“I heard Gryffindor’s seeker is really talented, attractive too,” he quipped.

“Butterbeer on me if Gryffindor wins?” Charlie answered by pressing his lips to yours.

“You have yourself a deal.”

“Goodnight, Charlie,” you said, stepping away from him and tapping on a barrel to reveal the tunnel to your common room.

“Goodnight, (y/n),” he said with a wink. He watched you leave until the door was closed, then began his journey upstairs to Gryffindor tower.

You were not expecting to see anyone in the common room, so you were a bit surprised when you were confronted with someone rising from an armchair. However, when your eyes landed on their brightly colored hair you couldn’t keep yourself from sighing.

“You were out late,” Tonks said smugly.

“It was an accident, and then we got caught by Filch and then had to see Dumbledore,” you recounted, heading towards the door that led to your dormitory. Tonks followed you, her face set in determination.

“We?” You didn’t have to turn around to know your friend was wiggling her eyebrows.

“Who do you think?”

“Sneaking around after hours with Prefect Charlie Weasley. I didn’t know you had it in you to be naughty, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes as you started getting dressed for bed.

“We were just out on the grounds and lost track of time, there was no sneaking involved,” you told her as you curled up in bed with your worn copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them in hand.

“Don’t lie to me, (y/n), I know you were in the forest, where we’re not allowed to go.”

“How do you know?”

“You have leaves in your hair,” your roommate smirked from her bed across the room. Your hand flew to your head, combing through your locks until you found the small leaves she was talking about.

“I can’t believe Charlie didn’t tell me. I had a whole conversation with Dumbledore like this,” you were exasperated.

“Charlie probably thinks it’s hot or something,” Tonks laid back onto her pillows.

“He probably just didn’t notice. We tend to be outside together a lot, it’s not the first time I’ve had leaves in my hair,” you slid your book onto your nightstand, giving up any hope of reading.

“Are you going to the quidditch match tomorrow?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss a match Charlie’s playing in even if there was a dragon hanging out on the grounds.”

“Bullocks, even Charlie would miss a match he was supposed to be playing in if there was a dragon around. You two would be oogling over it.”

Tonks was right, and you knew it.

“Ok, ok, you’re right. Anyways, yes I’m going to be at the match tomorrow. Are you going to come with me?”

“As your date? Don’t tell Charlie, he might get jealous that our love is stronger than his,” she teased.

“Sure, you can be my date,” you rolled your eyes. You heard Tonks sigh happily from the other side of the room. For a moment she was quiet, and you knew exactly where her mind was.

“You’ll find a real date to go to quidditch matches with soon,” you said.

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re Tonks. When you know what you want you go and get it. You’re going to find someone who makes you stop and think for a second, and then you’re going to jump in with two feet like you always do. It’ll happen.”

“I just thought it might happen here, like it did with you and Charlie.”

“Charlie and I getting together was a fluke. There’s a whole world of people out there. The person you end up with could be ten years older than us, there’s no way of knowing until we’re really out there.”

“How are you so good at this?”

“Good at what?” Tonks paused for a moment, forming her words.

“Knowing what people need to hear and having everything all figured out.”

“Spend a lot of time observing, I guess. People aren’t much different than magical creatures.”

“If I were a magical creature I’d be a demiguise.” Tonks’ voice was soft in the darkness of the room.

“If I were a magical creature I’d be a-“

“A dragon, I know,” your roommate cut you off, “goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight,” you sing-songed back to her, a sleepy grin tugging at your lips as you settled into your pillow.

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