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Burrow Bound// B.W x Reader Chapter 8

Authors note at end.

Originally requested by @littlegreenteacup

summary: Y/N, an American half-blood witch newly arrived in Muggle London, stumbles into the warmth of the Weasley brothers after a serendipitous meeting in Diagon Alley. Drawn into their world, she finds herself at the Burrow more often than not. Meanwhile, Bill Weasley is learning to navigate life as a single father, relying on his mother’s help to care for Victoire. Though their worlds orbit each other, Y/N and Bill’s paths never seem to align—until one evening when fate finally draws them together. Will it be the start of a love story, or will they be left with nothing but heartache?

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The invitation arrived a few days later, hand-delivered by an ecstatic Victoire in the middle of the Burrow’s living room. Y/N had barely stepped inside before the little girl raced up to her, clutching a bright blue card in her tiny hands.

“I’m turning six!” Victoire announced, her voice ringing with excitement as she held out the slightly crumpled invitation.

Y/N knelt down to Victoire’s level, accepting the card with a warm smile. “Six?” she exclaimed, her tone matching Victoire’s enthusiasm. “That’s so special! You’re practically a grown-up now.”

Victoire giggled, shaking her head. “No, not yet. Daddy says six is still little, but I told him it’s a big little.”

“A big little,” Y/N repeated with a laugh, opening the invitation. It was clearly handmade, the edges a bit uneven, with colorful scribbles and stick-figure drawings of a girl with curls standing next to a dragon. “Did you make this yourself?”

Victoire nodded proudly, bouncing on her toes. “Grandma helped with the letters, but I did the dragon. It’s my party, so there’s going to be dragons everywhere!”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N said, her smile widening. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Victoire threw her arms around Y/N’s neck in a tight hug. “I knew you’d come!” she said happily, pulling back just enough to add, “You’re one of my most important people, so you have to be there.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the little girl’s sincerity. “Well, I wouldn’t miss it,” she said softly, brushing a curl from Victoire’s cheek. “What kind of present does a big little like you want?”

Victoire tilted her head thoughtfully, her curls bouncing with the motion. “Maybe something for my dragon?” she suggested, holding up her stuffed toy. “He doesn’t have a treasure chest yet.”

“A treasure chest for your dragon,” Y/N repeated with mock seriousness, tapping her chin. “I think I can manage that.”

Victoire grinned, hugging her dragon close. “You’re the best!”

Just then, Molly appeared in the doorway, her apron dusted with flour. “Victoire, darling, let Y/N sit down before you overwhelm her,” she said fondly, though her tone lacked any real sternness.

Y/N laughed, standing up and ruffling Victoire’s curls. “It’s fine, Molly. She’s just excited, and I don’t blame her—six is a big deal.”

“It certainly is,” Molly agreed, her smile warm as she gestured toward the kitchen. “Stay for tea, dear. We were just about to sit down.”

“Tea sounds perfect,” Y/N said, following them into the kitchen with Victoire skipping ahead, her dragon clutched tightly in her arms.

As they settled at the table, Victoire chattered on about her party plans, describing every detail from the cake to the decorations. Y/N listened attentively, feeling her excitement grow with every word.

As the evening at the Burrow wound down, Molly found herself alone with Y/N in the kitchen. Victoire had run off to the living room to plan more details for her party, and the house had fallen into a rare quiet.

Molly busied herself tidying up the counter, her movements deliberate but unhurried. “Thank you for agreeing to come to the party,” she said, her tone light. “It’ll mean so much to Victoire to have you there.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, sipping her tea. “I’d never miss it. She’s been so excited about turning six.”

“She’s been planning this party for weeks,” Molly said with a fond chuckle. “Every day, she comes up with a new idea. Dragons, treasure chests, knights—it’s going to be quite the event.”

“She’s got quite the imagination,” Y/N said, smiling.

“That she does,” Molly agreed, setting down her towel and turning to Y/N with a warm but knowing look. “She’s also very particular about the people she cares for, you know. If you’re in Victoire’s circle, it means something.”

Y/N felt a flush creep into her cheeks. “She’s such a special kid. It’s easy to love her.”

“And her father thinks the world of her, too,” Molly added, her tone casual but carefully placed.

Y/N nodded, unsure where this was going. “It’s obvious how much he loves her. She talks about him all the time, like he’s a superhero.”

Molly smiled, leaning slightly against the counter. “He’s been through a lot, you know. Losing Fleur was difficult, but he’s done everything to make sure Victoire is happy and secure.” She paused, her eyes softening. “But I think he’s forgotten how to let someone else in.”

Y/N tilted her head, surprised by the shift in the conversation. “Molly, I only just met him. He seems like a wonderful father, but I doubt he’d be interested in... well, me.”

“Nonsense,” Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re kind, thoughtful, and you’ve brought so much light into this family since you’ve been around. Bill noticed that, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed deeper, and she shook her head with a small laugh. “I think you’re reading too much into it. He barely knows me.”

“Perhaps,” Molly said, her tone taking on a teasing edge. “But first impressions matter, don’t they?”

Y/N looked down at her tea, unsure how to respond. The idea of Bill, strong, steady, and clearly devoted to his daughter, being interested in her felt almost absurd. He had so much on his plate already.

Molly, sensing her hesitation, patted her hand gently. “I’m not saying anything has to happen right away. But sometimes, people come into our lives at just the right moment, even if we don’t see it at first.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her heart warming at Molly’s words despite her doubts. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said softly.

“Good,” Molly replied, her smile widening. “Now, let’s get back to Victoire before she drafts us into her dragon party planning committee.”

The evening passed in the cozy chaos that Y/N had come to associate with the Burrow. Victoire was brimming with excitement, pulling Y/N into her intricate plans for her upcoming birthday party. Together, they sketched out ideas for dragon-themed decorations, a treasure chest cake, and games fit for a proper “big little” six-year-old.

Molly, ever the gracious host, kept the kitchen humming with activity, offering tea and freshly baked biscuits to Y/N while joining in on Victoire’s chatter. The warmth of the house, the easy flow of conversation, and Victoire’s infectious joy made the hours slip by unnoticed.

It was nearing bedtime when the sound of the fireplace crackling in the living room signaled someone’s arrival. Moments later, Bill stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot from his coat and running a hand through his hair.

“Daddy!” Victoire cried, her curls bouncing as she bolted toward him, her stuffed dragon flopping in her grip.

Bill caught her easily, scooping her up into his arms. “Hey, princess,” he said softly, his tired eyes lighting up as he hugged her. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“So much fun!” Victoire exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Y/N is helping me plan my dragon party!”

Bill’s gaze shifted from Victoire to Y/N, who stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a small smile on her lips. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the room seemed quieter, the warm hum of the Burrow fading slightly into the background.

“Thanks for keeping her entertained,” Bill said, his voice low and genuine as he adjusted Victoire in his arms.

“It was my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a curl behind her ear. “She’s got some big ideas for her party. I think you’re going to have your hands full.”

Bill chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

There was a brief silence, a weight between them neither seemed willing to acknowledge. The air felt charged, though neither spoke of it, their smiles faint but carrying a quiet tension.

“Daddy,” Victoire interrupted, tugging on his collar. “Can Y/N come to the party early? She has to help with the decorations!”

Bill glanced back at Y/N, his lips curving into a small, slightly awkward smile. “Looks like you’ve been recruited.”

“I wouldn’t dare say no to the birthday girl,” Y/N said lightly, her smile softening as she looked at Victoire.

“Well, we’d better get going before someone stays up past her bedtime,” Bill said, his tone playful but firm as he kissed Victoire’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Y/N!” Victoire said cheerfully, waving her dragon at her as Bill carried her toward the fireplace.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Y/N replied, her voice warm as she waved back.

As Bill stepped into the fireplace, he cast one last glance at Y/N, his expression unreadable but lingering a moment too long.

The soft whoosh of the Floo deposited Bill and Victoire into the cozy living room of Shell Cottage. The house was quiet, save for the distant crash of waves against the shore. Victoire clung to him sleepily, her dragon tucked under one arm as she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Time for bed, princess,” Bill murmured, kissing the top of her curls as he carried her upstairs.

Victoire stirred, mumbling softly. “I don’t want to brush my teeth...”

Bill chuckled, shifting her gently to one side so he could open her bedroom door. “I think we can skip just this once. Don’t tell Grandma, though, or we’ll both be in trouble.”

Victoire giggled weakly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to give him a conspiratorial grin. He laid her down on the small bed, tucking her in carefully and placing her dragon by her side.

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked, smoothing the blankets over her.

Victoire nodded, her voice sleepy but firm.

“Y/N is coming to my party,” she said, clutching her dragon. “She’s the best.”

Bill smiled faintly, brushing a curl from her face. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?”

“Mm-hmm,” Victoire mumbled, her eyes already drifting closed. “Daddy... you like her, right?”

The question caught him off guard, but Victoire was already too close to sleep to notice his hesitation.

“Get some rest, princess,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“’Kay...” she murmured, her breathing evening out as she slipped into dreams.

Bill lingered by the door for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of Victoire’s small chest. Her words echoed in his mind—simple, innocent, and yet unsettling in their clarity.

He descended the stairs quietly, heading into the kitchen where a single lamp cast a soft glow across the room. The familiar hum of the house surrounded him as he poured himself a glass of water, but his thoughts refused to settle.

Molly’s voice from a few days earlier surfaced, unbidden. “You deserve happiness too, Bill. Someone who makes you smile, who lightens the load.”

He had brushed her off at the time, dismissing it as typical maternal meddling. He wasn’t ready to think about things like that, not after everything with Fleur, not with his focus so firmly on Victoire. But now, he couldn’t ignore the way Y/N had lingered in his thoughts since their brief meeting.

Her warmth, the easy way she connected with Victoire, the genuine interest she’d shown in his work, it all felt... natural.

Effortless, even. And that unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.

Bill sat down at the kitchen table, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the faintly glowing embers in the fireplace. It was too soon, wasn’t it? He barely knew her, and yet, there was something about her that had unsettled the careful rhythm he’d built for himself and Victoire.

His mother’s words tugged at him again. “Sometimes, the right person comes along, and they make it worth letting those walls down.”

Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair as he let the thought linger. He wasn’t sure what to make of Y/N yet, or the quiet pull he felt toward her. But as the waves crashed outside and the house settled into silence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Molly might have been right.

Perhaps, he thought reluctantly, it was worth considering.

—

The golden morning light spilled into Shell Cottage, painting the cozy living room with warmth. Bill was already awake, busy in the kitchen as he flipped pancakes on the stovetop. The smell of butter and syrup filled the air, and the soft crash of waves outside made the house feel particularly peaceful.

Today was Victoire’s birthday, and Bill was determined to make every moment special. He had spent the previous night decorating with strings of little dragon cutouts and balloons in bright greens and golds, Victoire’s favorite colors.

The sound of tiny footsteps pattering down the stairs made him smile. Victoire appeared moments later, her curls an untamed halo around her head, clutching her ever-present dragon.

“Morning, princess,” Bill said, crouching down to scoop her into a hug. “Happy birthday.”

Victoire grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m six now!” she declared proudly, pulling back to hold up six fingers.

“You sure are,” Bill replied, laughing softly. “And six is a big deal. Are you ready for birthday pancakes?”

“Yes!” Victoire squealed, her excitement infectious as he set her down at the table.

Bill placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, stacked high and topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. She clapped her hands together, her dragon tucked tightly under one arm, and immediately dug in.

“What kind of treasure do you think dragons eat for breakfast?” Victoire asked between bites, her tone completely serious.

Bill tilted his head as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Hmm, probably jewels and gold,” he said thoughtfully. “But I bet they’d like pancakes too.”

Victoire giggled. “Maybe I should save some for my dragon!”

By mid-morning, Bill was back in the kitchen, tidying up while Victoire played in the living room, arranging her dragon figurines in an elaborate “treasure hoard.” The decorations for the party were mostly set, but there were still a few last-minute details to finalise.

A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts.

“Who’s that?” Victoire called, looking up from her game.

“Not sure,” Bill replied, brushing his hands on his jeans as he made his way to the door.

When he opened it, he was greeted by Y/N, standing on the step with a small smile and a brightly wrapped gift in her hands. She looked a little unsure, as if she were worried about arriving too early.

“Hi,” she said, her tone soft. “I got your letter. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Bill blinked, caught slightly off guard. He had written to her a few days ago, inviting her to come early and help set up, per victiores insitance, but now that she was here, he felt suddenly unsure of himself.

“No, you’re not,” he said quickly, stepping aside. “Come in.”

Y/N smiled as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately taking in the decorations.

“This looks amazing,” she said, her voice warm. “Victoire’s been talking about this party for weeks, and it’s even better than she described.”

Bill scratched the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward under her praise. “Thanks. Victoire’s had a lot of ideas. I’m just following orders at this point.”

“Daddy!” Victoire’s excited voice broke through as she spotted Y/N. She bolted across the room, her dragon bouncing in her hand. “Y/N!”

Y/N crouched down to meet her, holding out the gift. “Happy birthday, darling,” she said with a grin. “This is for you.”

Victoire gasped, taking the present with wide eyes. “Is it treasure?”

“Only one way to find out,” Y/N teased.

As Victoire dashed off to open her gift, Y/N stood, her smile lingering as she looked at Bill. He found himself clearing his throat, suddenly unsure where to put his hands.

“Thanks for coming early,” he said, shifting his weight slightly. “We could use an extra pair of hands.”

“Happy to help,” Y/N replied easily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s left to do?”

“Uh, games outside,” Bill said, gesturing vaguely toward the back door. “And... well, probably lots of things I haven’t thought of yet.”

Y/N laughed softly, her gaze warm. “No problem. Just point me in the right direction.”

There was a brief pause, the air between them charged with something unspoken. Bill caught himself glancing at her for a moment too long, the easy way she fit into the house making him feel both at ease and strangely unsettled.

“You’re really good with her,” Bill said suddenly, breaking the silence. “Victoire, I mean. She lights up every time you’re around.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down with a small smile. “She’s a special kid. It’s hard not to love her.”

Bill nodded, his own smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, she is.”

Their eyes met again, and for a moment, the noise of Victoire’s excited giggles in the background seemed to fade. But before either of them could speak, Victoire burst back into the room, holding up her gift.

“Daddy, look! Y/N got me a treasure box for my dragon!” she exclaimed, running over to show him.

Bill crouched down to examine it, grateful for the distraction. “That’s perfect, princess. Your dragon’s going to love it.”

Y/N watched them with a fond expression, her heart warming at the way they interacted.

“Come on,” Bill said, standing again and glancing at Y/N. “Let’s get those games set up before the chaos begins.”

“Lead the way,” Y/N said with a grin, following him to the backyard.

The backyard was alive with activity as Bill and Y/N worked together to finish setting up for Victoire’s party. The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the dragon-themed decorations that fluttered gently in the breeze. The tables were set with colorful plates and napkins, and a big banner reading “Happy 6th Birthday, Victoire!” stretched across the back fence.

“Do you think we’ve overdone it with the dragons?” Bill asked, adjusting a cluster of balloons shaped like dragon eggs.

“Impossible,” Y/N replied, stepping back to admire the setup. “This is a dragon lover’s dream. Victoire is going to remember this forever.”

Bill smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Yeah, she’s been buzzing with excitement all week. She’ll love it.”

Just as they finished tying off the last of the streamers, a loud pop echoed across the yard. Charlie appeared near the garden gate, carrying a brightly wrapped gift under one arm and wearing his signature grin. His eyes sparkled as he looked between Bill and Y/N.

“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” he teased, his tone light but laced with mischief as he placed the gift on the table.

Y/N glanced at Bill, whose ears had turned suspiciously pink, before she turned her attention to Charlie. She set her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, her tone playful.

Charlie shrugged innocently, his grin widening as he stepped back from the table. “Nothing, nothing at all,” he said, clearly enjoying himself.

Before Y/N could push further, another pop announced Fred and George’s arrival. The twins materialized, each balancing an absurdly tall stack of brightly wrapped gifts that wobbled precariously as they made their way into the yard.

“Why bring one gift when you can bring five?” Fred quipped, his voice muffled as the top box teetered dangerously.

“Or six,” George added, grinning as he caught a falling present with impressive reflexes.

Y/N laughed as she stepped forward to help steady one of the stacks. “Are all of these for Victoire?” she asked, glancing at the twins.

“Of course!” Fred said, setting the stack down with a dramatic flourish. “She’s our favorite niece.”

“She’s your only niece,” Bill said, rolling his eyes.

“Which makes it even more true,” George chimed in, handing Y/N a particularly sparkly package. “Here, this one’s lighter. You look trustworthy.”

“Thanks?” Y/N replied with a laugh, placing the gift on the table as the twins began inspecting the decorations.

Not long after, Ron arrived with Hermione, his fiancée.

She had already heard so much about the woman from Molly and Ron, but this was the first time they had been formally introduced.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you,” Hermione said, shaking her hand warmly. “You went to Ilvermorny, right?”

Y/N nodded, surprised by her enthusiasm. “I did,” she confirmed

“I’ve read about Ilvermorny, but I’d love to hear about it from someone who actually went there,” Hermione said eagerly. “What was your house? Was the Sorting Ceremony really different?”

Y/N chuckled. “I was a Thunderbird. And yes, from what charlie has told me, the Sorting Ceremony is completely different, it’s more about what your soul craves than your personality. It’s hard to explain.”

Hermione’s face lit up even more as she launched into questions about magical education in America, and Y/N found herself enjoying the conversation more than she’d expected.

The next arrivals were Molly and Arthur. Molly was balancing a huge tray of dragon-shaped biscuits, each one intricately decorated in bright colors.

“Y/N, dear, could you help me with this?” Molly asked as she stepped into the yard.

“Of course,” Y/N said, quickly taking the tray from her. The biscuits smelled heavenly, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire the detail. “These look incredible, Molly.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Molly said modestly, though she looked pleased. “Just a little something for the party. Victoire will love them.”

Y/N placed the tray on the dessert table while Arthur greeted her warmly. “Good to see you again, Y/N,” he said. “Victoire’s been talking about this party for weeks.”

“She’s got big plans,” Y/N replied, smiling. “It’s been fun helping her bring them to life.”

Not long after, Ginny and Harry arrived with Harry’s godson, Teddy. Y/N had met Harry briefly before, but this was the first time she’d been introduced to Teddy.

“Teddy, this is Y/N,” Ginny said, nudging the boy forward gently. “She’s a friend of Victoire’s.”

Teddy, with his bright purple hair and curious eyes, smiled shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi, Teddy,” Y/N said warmly. “Victoire’s been waiting for you. She’s got so much to show you.”

Teddy’s face lit up, and he immediately ran off to find Victoire. Y/N watched him go, chuckling softly. “He’s sweet.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, he and Victoire are inseparable when they’re together.”

As noon approached, Percy arrived—precisely on time, as the invitation had stated. He gave a polite nod to Y/N and handed her a neatly wrapped gift for the table.

“Everything looks well-organized,” Percy said approvingly.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, biting back a smile. “We’ve been working on it all morning.”

By now, the yard was buzzing with activity.

Y/N floated between groups, chatting easily with everyone and lending a hand wherever she was needed.

As Y/N drifted off toward the snack table, where Fred and George were enthusiastically debating the merits of dragon-shaped biscuits versus their “explosive” new treats, Charlie stayed back with Bill. His usual mischievous grin softened into something more sincere as he clapped a hand on his older brother’s shoulder.

“You’ve got a good one there,” Charlie said, his voice quieter now, nodding toward where Y/N was laughing at one of Fred’s outrageous jokes.

Bill’s brow furrowed slightly as he followed Charlie’s gaze. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the slight tension in his voice.

Charlie smirked, stepping back to lean casually against a nearby tree. “Come on, Bill. Don’t play dumb. I see the way you’ve been watching her all morning.”

“I haven’t been—” Bill started, but Charlie cut him off with a knowing look.

“Mate, I’ve known you my whole life,” Charlie said with a laugh. “You’re not exactly subtle. You’ve got that look, the one you get when you’re trying to figure something out but don’t want anyone else to notice.”

Bill crossed his arms, his expression defensive. “She’s great with Victoire. That’s all. It’s good to have someone like her around.”

“That’s all, huh?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes tempered by something more serious. “Look, I get it. It’s been a long time since... well, since Fleur. And you’ve had your hands full with work and raising Victoire. But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to let someone in.”

Bill looked away, his jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple, Charlie.”

“It never is,” Charlie agreed, his tone steady. “But just because it’s not simple doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”

Bill hesitated, his eyes flicking back to Y/N. She was now crouched down, helping Victoire arrange a tiny treasure hoard for her stuffed dragon. Her laugh carried across the yard, light and genuine, and the way she interacted with his daughter made something in Bill’s chest tighten.

“She’s been good for Victoire,” Bill said quietly, almost to himself.

“She’s been good for you, too,” Charlie countered, his voice firm but kind. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been less... wound up since she came around. More like yourself again.”

Bill didn’t respond right away, his thoughts tangled. He wanted to argue, to tell Charlie he was wrong, but deep down, he knew there was truth in his brother’s words.

“And she’s not just good with kids, you know,” Charlie added, his tone shifting to something more thoughtful. “Y/N’s the kind of person who makes people feel like they belong. She’s got this warmth about her, like she really sees people for who they are. Not everyone’s like that, Bill.”

Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t see it,” he admitted finally. “But what if... what if I mess it up? Victoire’s my priority, and I can’t afford to bring someone into her life unless I’m absolutely sure.”

Charlie nodded, his expression understanding. “I get that. And you’re a damn good dad, Bill. But you’re also allowed to want things for yourself. You don’t have to make a decision today or tomorrow or even next week. Just... don’t shut the door before you’ve even opened it.”

Bill let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “When did you get so wise?”

Charlie grinned, clapping him on the back. “Comes with the territory of wrangling dragons. You pick up a thing or two.”

Bill rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced back at Y/N, who had now joined Hermione and Teddy in a spirited debate about the best magical creatures.

“I’ll think about it,” Bill said finally, his voice low but resolute.

“That’s all I’m asking,” Charlie replied with a satisfied nod. “And hey, if you don’t, I might just swoop in and steal her myself.”

Bill shot him a warning look, and Charlie laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Kidding, kidding. She’s all yours.”

With that, Charlie pushed off the tree and strolled toward the snack table, leaving Bill standing there, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. For the first time in a long time, he found himself considering the possibility that maybe there was room in his life for something more.

tagged: @navs-bhat @neenieweenie @buendiabebeta

a/n: ooh Bill's got a crush. also i have such a soft spot for charlie i really want to write something for him so if you guys have an idea for a series im all ears. also i was NOT intending for this chapter to be almost 5k words long but whoops. Also I wanted to space these chapters out more but i just get too excited to post and just post them anyway lol

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley angst #bill weasley fanfiction #bill weasley fluff #american reader #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic community #hogwarts fanfiction

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24 fics I read in 2024 and 25 fics I want to read in 2025

Please note there is not much rhyme or reason to these. I like to read a variety of writing styles & characterizations. Shout at me if I've mis-linked or tagged, etc. And I would love to hear what you're all reading!

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Happy Birthday, you. (Wolfstar) by WrappedUp

sorry about the blood in your mouth (Wolfstar) by berhanes (sqvalors)

Deeply, Unfathomably, Senselessly, Terribly (Frank/Alice) by tuesday_piracy

Between The Desire and the Spasm (Jily, Wolfstar, Petunia/Vernon) by @uncertainwallflower

the humours of amortentia (Wolfstar) by @fruityindividual

Three Card Monte (Wolfstar, Jily) by enjambament

Nothing in Particular (Wolfstar, Jily) by purpledinosaurss, tofulover

#fic rec #marauders

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citrusses · 1 month ago

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@sweet-s0rr0w made the most beautiful post about drarry celebrating christmas in her fics, so I took a stab at it, too. Merry christmas and happy holidays all!

OORU drarry spend Christmas Eve with the Malfoys—formal, stuffy, suffocating. Lucius and Narcissa are not fans of Harry but Draco has made it clear that if they are not both welcome, neither will attend. It’s all very polite and painful. Everyone is trying; no one is certain it’s worth it. Christmas Day, however, is spent with Sirius and Remus, and it’s perfect and cozy and all four of them take turns get embarrassingly sentimental about it: about finding a family and being that for each other and getting a bit weepy into his champagne. Harry loves how Draco fits in so well with his godfathers now. Harry is thinking he should ask Draco to move in with him; he feels the uncertain flare of that old fear of rejection when he considers it, finds it terrifying, and resolves to press on in spite of it.

Gemini in Retrograde drarry are at Grimmauld, where Draco lives, with Scorpius home for the holidays. Scorpius still thinks it’s kind of gross that anyone would want to date his dad, but he’s also never had such a happy Christmas since before Narcissa died. They exchange presents on Christmas Eve; Draco and Scorprius shock each other by picking perfect presents for one another (it’s new, for them). Harry “helps” their house elf make dinner (marking the first time they’ve had an edible meal on Christmas in years). All three of them go to the Burrow for lunch on Christmas Day, the tradition that started the first year Harry and Draco were together. While Scorprius is still working up the courage to properly talk to Victoire, he has none of that shyness when it comes to pick-up Quidditch in the garden. Draco and Harry play, too—Draco flies all the time, now. Harry is still better than him.

Isle of Ogygia drarry are at the lighthouse, still — ostensibly they’re both working on getting Draco’s sentence reduced, but both of them are more than a bit nervous about leaving the island when the time comes. Their communication about this difficult subject needs work. However, Christmas in the lighthouse is beautiful—the place has been transformed into a real home, and the spellwork has been smoothed out, and the Christmas tree that Neville helped Harry safely transport there is thriving. It’s storming outside, but it’s warm inside, and they have more food than they could possibly ever eat, and they end up not opening presents until the evening because they spend the whole day shagging. They both think they’re being very funny and clever and ended up getting each other the exact same dry, unreadable encyclopedias for Christmas.

Löyly drarry spend every Christmas traveling somewhere new. They like to alternate between cold and warm destinations: cold places mean shopping at Christmas markets, hearty meals, and saunas if they can find them, and sex on rugs in front of blazing fireplaces; warm places mean dips in the ocean, and dinners and cold wine in the open-air, and Harry watching Draco's long, solid body turn pink in the sun in a way that makes him weak. Draco considers it his duty to become an expert in each country’s specific magical traditions; if there’s sex magic to be found, that’s all the better. Draco and Harry have been forbidden from returning to at least one country because of a public incident involving said sex magic. It was, they both think, worth it.

@jtimu @arminaa8 @xalandrix @thecouchsofa @greattemptation @garagepaperback @sorrybutblog @nv-md and I'm seconding everyone sweet tagged, too, if you want to share how your drarries spend the holidays. if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged, and tag me please!

#ooru #löyly #gemini in retrograde #isle of ogygia #citrus writes

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ginnyw-potter-archive · 4 months ago

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Because that would be incredibly lame

Summary: Harry considers what kind of house he would like to live in, and asks for Ginny's opinion.

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“What kind of house do you like, Ginny?”

It was several weeks before they both finished their last year at Hogwarts when he asked this. She put down her quill beside her Potions homework and turned around. She sat up on her knees by the couch, where Harry rested on his back. One hand tucked behind his head, the other played absent-mindedly with his Snitch.

She leaned a bit closer and rested her hands on the edge of the couch. “Is this your way to ask me to move in with you? Because that would be incredibly lame.”

He offered her an incredulous look. “I am not that much of a twat...usually.”

She grinned at him. “So you do not want to move in with me?” She tilted her head innocently, knowing she had set him up for failure either way.

He turned red. “Ginny.”

With his attention elsewhere, his hand did not chase after the Snitch and it softly soared away through the common room. He leaned on his elbow, turning towards her. She kept eye contact.

“I need to find a house, for myself. I can’t stay in the Burrow forever, and I do not want to live in Grimmauld Place. And if I would get a house, you’d be there frequently, wouldn’t you?”

Her gaze softened at his words. “Yes. I would hope so.”

“And so, I thought it must be something you like too. Your dad said I could probably afford a house.”

She held back her snort. “My dad? Perhaps he was hinting at something.”

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I am sure your dad did not suggest we would live in sin.” His eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin.

“He is not an idiot, you know, about what we get up to.” Her fingers walk over his chest up to his collarbones. “However, maybe he was suggesting something with more commitment.”

He laughed and let himself drop back on the couch. He looked up towards the ceiling. “If you want to marry me, you will just have to propose.”

She tried to playfully swat at him, but he caught her hand and entwined their fingers, turning it towards him. “Though that finger would look lovely with a ring on it.”

She took her hand back and joined him on the couch. He made place for her so she could lie beside him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, and she found comfort in the familiarity of it.

“I like cosy houses. Something that is clearly lived in and enjoyed,” she said.

He hummed. “Something like the Burrow, but slightly less crooked?”

“Yes.”

“And a big garden for Quidditch practice.”

She nodded. “And perhaps we should think ahead, so we do not have to haphazardly add rooms on top.”

“Good point,” he said lightly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “We will give my mum and dad a month or two to adjust that all her children are out of Hogwarts before I go anywhere.”

“They can start counting down until Victoire comes, 11 years to go.”

She chuckled lightly. “What is the Hogwarts castle without a Weasley in it?”

“It is not great,” Harry mused. “I think anything you would like to call ‘home’ should have a Weasley in it.” He caressed her cheek.

“Don’t say that too loudly or you’ll be stuck with Mr Lanky Blue Eyes over there.” She nodded in the direction of Ron. She put her leg over his. “Instead of me.”

His hand dropped to her waist and squeezed it closer. “I am sure Hermione has Ron’s life planned out for the next fifteen years, he simply doesn’t know it yet.” He threw her another lopsided grin.

She smiled at him. “I’m sure he knows. He simply lets her.”

“Right,” he said. “Am I putting up too much of a fight for your future plans?”

She chuckled. “Definitely.”

“Your future plans are... Holyhead Harpies?”

“Yes.” She still could not believe she was already signed with them. “And you are there.”

He blinked at her. “Nothing else?”

“I think the rest will be things we should decide together, so all those plans are vague.”

He breathed in deeply. “I do like the sound of that.” A silence fell. “Do you think we should get married before we move in together? Do people expect that?”

She sat up and leaned on her hand. “Is this your way to ask me to marry you? Because that would be incredibly lame.” Her face hovered over his. “Hm, Potter?”

His hand cupped her cheek. “All in due time, Weasley. It’s nice to know you want it that bad you only consider it ‘lame’. You’re not even peeved. That means I won’t have to worry too much about your reply when I do ask.”

She kissed him. “Would you ever doubt my reply?”

His brows knitted together, his thumb traced her bottom lip. Then he shook his head. “Maybe I do not.”

#hinny #harry x ginny #fluff #fic #hp fic

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lemonagrios · 5 months ago

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Weasley Next Gen! Ft. Teddy and Scorpius

Something like this is how I imagine them look like, but there is so little information that almost everything is just pure headcanon of mine tbh

I am an indecisive person when it comes to drawing characters from books, even worse when they don't even have a description like these fools, so who knows maybe I will change things in the future, but for now I like these enough to post them (even if I drew this like a month ago ngl)

I think James Sirius also needs glasses he just doesn't wear them much bc he says they ruin his style and they're ugly and that makes Albus kinda mad bc James chose the stupid frame himself lol

And I find it funny to think that it's almost impossible to beat the ginger hair genes so only Victoire and Albus got to fully scape them

I love Teddy bc I can change him everytime I draw him and it's ok bc he can literally change his appearance in a second 🥰 so no headaches

I also kind of colored the clothes in each of the colors of the houses in which I imagine they would get sorted into (?) yeah

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microcosme11 · 2 months ago

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Bonaparte accosted in Paris, thought to be an aristo

In dwelling upon the events of the 10th of August, the Emperor said: “I was, during that horrible epoch, at Paris, in lodgings in the Rue du Mail, Place des Victoires. On hearing the sound of the tocsin, and the news of the assault upon the Tuileries, I ran to the Carousel, to the house of Fauvelet, the brother of Bourrienne, who kept an upholsterer’s shop. [...] Before I reached the Carousel, I was met by a group of hideous-looking men, carrying a head at the end of a pike. Seeing me decently dressed, with the look of a gentleman, they called upon me to shout, Vive la Nation! which, you can easily believe, I did without hesitation.”

Memoirs of the LIfe, Exile, and Conversations of the Emperor Napoleon (aka Memorial of St. Helena), v. III. Illustrations by Charlet from the French version.

gutenberg.org

#young Bonaparte does what he has to do #French revolution

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beloved-child-of-the-house · 1 month ago

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@thehoneybeet tagged me to say what my various drarries do to celebrate Christmas/the holidays (tysm I rlly wanted to be tagged 🥹). Read their version here.

Queen of the Weeds - Harry loves to cook and bake and he’s trying to teach Draco to cook, so he probably comes up with some kind of cooking challenge where they have to make something different every day in December. Draco hears a snippet of the Nutcracker over the tannoy in some shop or other, and he is immediately Enchanted. Harry finds a local performance of the ballet to take him to and gives him a recording of the music for Christmas. And obviously they’re furiously recording mixtapes.

If the Fates Allow - I see them hosting! Harry sews them both a new outfit for the occasion, and they invite everyone they can think of. It’s So Loud even before Teddy starts pulling crackers with Victoire. Everybody gets tipsy and they sing wizarding carols together ans half the guests stay over because they’re having such a good time that they stay too late to travel home that night.

A Forgivable Fascination - Way too busy with their research (inventing new forms of magic and doing weird sex about it) to host. They go to Ron and Hermione’s Christmas party and 🫣 they leave early. They have a codeword between them that means they’re leaving to bone, and it’s transparently obvious to all their friends that they’re doing so.

Imperio - They go on like a skiing vacation and have boozy hot chocolate and noisy sex in some chalet.

The Tune Without the Words - If they haven’t gotten back together yet, Harry keeps startling and changing into a dove when Draco accidentally on purpose keeps coming to the same Christmas parties as him.

A Bottomless Well - They’re like stupid ridiculous rich because of Draco’s invention, so they give annoyingly extravagant presents to their friends’ kids AND they get the kids all overexcited by romping with them too hard.

A Gift of True Esteem - Since they’re both Hogwarts professors, they have 2 weeks off, so for the first week, they usually go stay at the Palace of Beauxbatons and go to Madame Maxime’s Christmas party and get drunk with Hagrid and dance like fools. For the second week, they hole up back at Hogwarts for the coziest activities they can think of and probably invite Ash Greengrass to visit (and he’s soooooo smug about them getting married too). Harry also really likes ghost stories for Christmas, so he combs the library for them, and they take turns reading them aloud for each other. At some point, they visit Ron and Hermione, because Harry is doing his best not to be a stranger. They give lavish gifts to Rosie, Hugo, and young Miss Fredericka Faline Weasley.

The Joy of Bleeding - Draco feels Some Type of Way about the holidays after losing his mom. They go to the Burrow and they spend time with Andromeda and Teddy. It’s hard for them, both being orphans. They keep things low key and try to be gentle with themselves and each other.

Homing - Draco’s family doesn’t speak to him anymore, so Harry likes to do the traditions Draco misses from his childhood. They go ice skating on Christmas morning. They sing the songs Draco remembers from his childhood. Harry bravely attempts peacock pie one year. They do have a new tradition of spending Christmas Eve at Fetê.

Names For a House - They like to make a big fuss over Theodore when he comes home from Hogwarts. They plan lots of activities to do together, and they try to make sure that Theo sees lots of Victoire, since she’s at Beauxbatons and they don’t get to spend much time together during the school year. Sometimes the full moon is close to Christmas, and Draco and Theo have to take it easy. Usually when that happens, everyone gets into the same bed (including Shadowfax) and they watch movies together all day. Often a Star Wars marathon bc they all love the original trilogy.

Propinquity - They always have a big party at the Grotto! Pansy sort of took over the planning while they were in Paris, so they barely even have to lift a finger anymore. Their house is simply filled with people. All they have to do is hide the honeymoon box and make sure nobody else makes the same mistake Harry made. Sometimes Draco will play the piano (mostly Britney Spears tbh).

Moonrise - After they leave Grimmauld Place, they don’t host so much because the cottage is too small for any group much larger than the classic gang. But they’ll get everyone to come down to the Three Broomsticks, and there’s always some lovely live entertainment around the holidays. Draco exchanges Christmas cards with his friends from the Citizens Committee for the Ethical Treatment of Lycanthropes. They usually wind up at the Burrow for the day of. Harry helps Molly cook the meal, and Draco sneaks off the get high with Ginny and Fleur. Toad gets underfoot and helpfully licks up any scraps that fall on the floor. If it’s not too cold for the little ones, they go caroling in the village.

ahhhh that was fun! Genuinely do not remember who has already gone and who hasn’t. I’ll tag @drarry (it’ll be Yule tho, right?) and @saintgarbanzo and @skeptiquewrites and @moonmanatee and whoever else wants to play!!

#Drarry #tag games #hpdm #apliddell #I skipped some bc a few of my fics are like pwp and it’s hard to imagine what they’re doing for holidays lol

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emdoesstufff · 1 month ago

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I made aesthetic boards and Headcanons of the Weasley grandchildren for a fic I'll be posting soon.

The top left picture is a young kid photo, the bottom right is a teenage photo, and the middle is a current/older one.

(In age order)

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin ((24) at main time of fic)-

-Born April 23rd, 1998

-Molly and Arthur have always considered him their first grandkid

-From ages 11 to 16 he experimented with all kinds of hair colors, never being able to settle on just one

-When he's 17 he finally settles on his classic blue hair and rocks that till he's about 21, when he goes to plain brown hair and his natural features. A little self-discovery later and he's back at his classic blue

-Despite inheriting the metamorphagus trait, he's also got several wolf qualities

-He can tell you if the milk is expired when you open the fridge by the scent, he can tell who's entering the house from upstairs by the way he hears them walking, and when he doesn't have his wand he'll probably start biting and scratching as an attack, and he does some pretty good damage

-He has a long term girlfriend named Izzy (I'm not a tedoire fan, they're cousins in this) and no one's quite sure how long they've been dating because no one knows when they went from being best friends to dating, you can't tell

-In school he had two other best friends besides Izzy, Todd and Connor. Izzy and Todd are in Gryffindor (they're also cousins) and Teddy and Connor are Hufflepuffs

-There was an attack when he was 14 (will be explained in the fic) and he didn't have his wand, so he had no choice but to go a little feral on them and he ended up killing one of them like that

-He considers James, Al, and Lily his siblings.

-He played quidditch for most of his school years, seeker, and wore the number 4

-When he starts to get older, his family and friends start to call him just Ted more. Izzy is the only one who still always calls him Teddy

-He can play the guitar

-He's never been very muscular or lean, but he's like 6'4

Victoire Gabrielle Weasley (22)- Bill and Fleur's daughter

-Born May 2nd, 2000

-She was always very focused on being pretty and proper as a child, but in her late teen years she stopped caring so much

-Fleur wanted her to attend Beaxbatons when she started school, but she transferred to Hogwarts for her fourth year and was sorted into Ravenclaw

-She was made prefect her fifth year and head girl her seventh year

-She loved living near the beach and would often read books in the sand

-She loves cooking and she's good at it, her idea of a simple meal is equivalent to a gourmet meal

-In her fifth year she starts to develop a crush on Teddy's friend Todd, a seventh year at the time. She always begs her cousin to get him to talk to her

-Her and Todd start dating in her seventh year. When things start getting bad with the war again, they decide to get married with their family while they still can.

Molly Sienna Weasley II (22)- Percy and Audrey's daughter

-Born August 5th, 2000

-She was very close to her grandmother as a child and they liked to talk about flowers with each other

-Christmas is her absolute favorite time of year and she always makes everyone go all out for it

-She was sorted into Gryffindor, but she has always preferred green more then red

-She played quidditch her 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, but quit to focus on school

-She loves being at the burrow and she would sit around in the nearby fields during the summers off listen to music

-She has a "best friend" (they're in love with each other but don't know it) named Lilah. They've been friends since they met on the train before their first year.

-Lilah helped her cut her bangs when she was 17 and she's had then ever since

-She's very close with Victoire because of closer in age they are. They bond over their shared love of solitude time

Dominique Apolline Weasley (20)- second daughter of Bill and Fleur

-Born February 14th, 2002

-She's always been very tall, reaching 5'8 by them time she was 13

-Everyone almost exclusively calls her Dom

-She only attended Beaxbatons for one year before going to Hogwarts with Victoire

-She was pleasantly surprised when she was sorted into Gryffindor, expecting to go the same path as her sister

-She only picked up quidditch after Molly quit, taking her number, 5

-Teddy taught her how to play the guitar when she was 15

-She likes to speak French more than English

-She came out as Bi when she was 16 and Bill bought a shirt that said ally dad

-She got closer with Vic and Molly in her late teens and they are inseparable now

-She started dating a Slytherin boy, Jake Thomas when she was 17 and they get married when they were 19

Roxanne Alicia Weasley (20)- George and Angelina's daughter

-Born January 19th, 2002

-The first Weasley to be sorted into Slytherin, it was a shock at first, but everyone accepted it pretty quickly

-She worked at Wizard Wheezes every summer before she graduated and now full time. She plans to run the place one day

-People always ask if her and Freddie are twins and are surprised when she tells them that she's two years older

-They are also surprised when they're told they still have the same birthday

-She's never been close with any of her cousins and really only hangs out with Freddie

-Her dad is the only one who calls her Roxy

-She's never been interested in any romance and plans on never getting married

-She was shocked when Dom asked her to be her maid of honor, but she took the job incredibly seriously and broke down crying during the ceremony

-Her and Dom have become closer in the past year because of that

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley (18)- George and Angelina's son

-Born January 19th, 2004

-Everyone thinks it is absolutely hilarious that Roxanne and Freddie are born on the same day

-So it shouldn't have been a surprise too anyone when they basically acted like they were twins

-Since their family had already had a Fred, he decided to exclusively go by Freddie

-The third Weasley grandchild to go to Gryffindor

-He was pretty quiet in school, but would get in trouble sometimes because he hung out with Lorcan, Lysander, and James

-He also started working at Wizard Wheezes and hopes to co-own it with Roxanne

-He was the first grandchild to insist on joining the order when it was reformed

-Proudly fights whenever he can

James Sirius Potter II (18)- Harry and Ginny's son

-Born June 4th, 2004

-Harry and Ginny believe they set themselves up for failure by naming him James Sirius because he definitely takes after his namesakes

-Also sorted into Gryffindor at the surprise of nobody

-He's wanted to become a professional quidditch player since he can remember attending his mother's matches, so he makes his whole life about quidditch

-Izzy is the Gryffindor quidditch captain his first year and he gets a chaser position the same year

-There hasn't been more quidditch drive since Oliver Wood

-He fell in love with a girl named Alice when he was 15 and only got her to go out with him once they graduated

-THE ADHD child

-He's best friends with Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, Hufflepuffs, who are in his year

-He loves his siblings so much and is protective of all of them

Louis Arthur Weasley (18)- Bill and Fleur's son

-Born August 6th, 2004

-Victoire was so proud when her younger brother was sorted into Ravenclaw

-Made it clear that he was never interested in quidditch and would rather stay inside and play video games

-Fleur always dressed him very prim and proper and he continued to do that even when he grew up

-He does wear Nikes with a suit though

-He's very proud of his curls and takes care of them perfectly

-He was captain of the chess team all of his Hogwarts years, which pissed Rose off

-He loves spells and always has a spellbook on him

-Blue is his favorite color and he makes everything in his life that

-Dreams of becoming a healer and spent a lot of time with Madam Pomfrey in school

-He got a internship at St. Mungos two weeks ago and has never been more exhausted in his life

Lucille "Lucy" Abigail Weasley (17)- Percy and Audrey's second daughter

-Born April 22nd, 2005

-Everyone was expecting her to be in Gryffindor like the majority of her older cousins, but were so proud when she was placed on Hufflepuff

-She's always loved any kind of art, but she favorites her pastel crayons.

-She also has a camera and takes pictures of anything and everything

-She's very loudly and openly gay, she came out when she was 12

-George made fun of Percy when she came out, telling him he was too stuck up for his gay daughter. He went to Bill after that to figure out where he could get an ally dad shirt

-She gets so frustrated about Molly and Lilah. She's told Molly that she's gay so many times, but Molly always just laughs it off

-She only picked up quidditch in her seventh year and she took over Teddy's number 4

-Even though Molly's onliviousness annoys her, she is very close with her. They both love flowers and they taught themselves to embroider so they can put flowers on everything

Albus "Al" Severus Potter (16)- Harry and Ginny's second son

-Born August 27th, 2006

-He was always incredibly shy and often just hid behind his mother

-That made it a shock when he was sorted into Slytherin, everyone expected Hufflepuff

-The day after he was sorted, he already had a letter from Roxanne, telling him that she knew it was hard to be one of the only Slytherins in the family, but that she was there for him. That made being in Slytherin a lot easier for him.

-He was always best friends with Rose, but when they got to Hogwarts they let Thomas Lovegood and Frank Longbottom II, Ravenclaws, into their friendgroup (I'll probably do stuff for these characters too since they're pretty important)

-He loves music and has a huge record collection with almost any artist you can think of

-When the war started getting bad in his fifth year, he started back up the D.A., it was less about teaching and more about fighting now though

-He loves Teddy, James, and Lily so much and he considers them some of his closest friends

-He didn't wear glasses for most of his life, but the summer after his sixth year, Ginny started noticing that he was running into things, so she took him to an eye doctor and he went into his seventh year with glasses

-He loves to learn knew spells and he can almost always be seen with a spellbook in his hands

-He's a bit of a coward, so any time there's some sort of fight his first response is to run

-He's not too worried about finding love, sure it'll happen on its own one day. He likes to help his cousins and friends in their relationships though

-He actually hates quidditch, but he'd never tell anyone of his family that, knowing how much they love it

Rose Billie Granger-Weasley (16)- Ron and Hermione's daughter

-Born October 26th, 2006

-She looks so much like her mother, but she definitely takes after her father

-She loves sweets and is always first in line at Honeydukes when there's a new thing to try

-Victoire always makes her be the taste tester on everything she makes, and Rose has a very refined pallette because of it

-Her socks are constantly mismatched, other than that she's very fashionable

-Her dad taught her how to play wizards chess when she was really little and she joined the club at school the first week she was there

-She was super mad that Louis was captain for as long as he was though

-She's in Gryffindor, in true Weasley fashion

-She's never considered herself smart, just enough to get by. She's very thankful that Hugo and Al are though.

-Al is her best friend in the world and she was the first to join the D.A. after he started it up again

-She takes care of Hugo ferociously and it's pretty hard for her to accept that he's growing up now

Hugo Gene Granger-Weasley (15)- Ron and Hermione's son

-Born September 15th, 2007

-He's always had severe baby face, looking much younger than he is

-He's been super attached to Crookshanks since the moment he was born

-He inherited his mother's smarts and started reading by the time he was 4

-Louis insisted that he would be in Ravenclaw and Dom made fun of him when Hugo was put on Gryffindor

-He loves a sweater vest

-He didn't start playing quidditch until his second year, when James needed him to play keeper for him. They learned that he was extremely talented and they're currently training him to go professional.

-He didn't really have any friends until he started playing quidditch, where he started hanging out with the players on his and the other teams.

-He's closest with Ella Chang, the seeker for the Ravenclaw team

-Everyone is sure they will be dating at some point

-He was the reason the Weasley is our king chant got started again and he proudly wears the crown pin on his quidditch robes

-He excells in all of his classes and Ella thinks he's wasting his talents by going pro

-He loves his sister and spends a great deal of his time with her

Lily Luna Potter (14)- Harry and Ginny's daughter

-Born September 1st, 2008

-She's an exact copy of her mother, in looks and personality

-The youngest Weasley kid, also sorted into Gryffindor

-She isn’t particularly talented in academics, but she gets by just fine

-She loves listening to music with Al and she exactly where all of her favorite songs are on his records

-She knows she's bisexual, but wasn't told anyone yet

-She loves charms class and learning new spells. She always goes to Louis to learn new ones.

-She hasn't picked up quidditch yet, but has been considering it for a while now

-Her mom started putting her hair in braids and she absolutely loves it

-She's close with all of her siblings, but Teddy is secretly her favorite. He's so much older than her so he feels really cool to her.

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chilling-seavey · 9 months ago

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Even Out of View (pg10, eo31)

↳ A/N I took so much creative freedom with this request from my 1.5k celebration, straying quite far from the modern-vibes song, but once I get a WW1 idea in my head, I can't say no. (Plus shoutout to my girl @starlightiing for not only submitting this request but also helping me to broaden my writing to include different interests, such as undertones of cardiophilia iykyk lolol)

↳ Inspired By: 'Beating Heart Baby' by Head Automatica

↳ Pairings: WW1!FrenchArmy!Pierre x WW1!WarCriminal!Esteban

↳ Word Count: 1824

↳ Warnings: Active historical war setting, some minor descriptions of heart related things, military crimes and their historically accurate punishments, descriptions of execution

Pierre’s footfalls echoed through the abandoned house as he ascended the rickety staircase to the second storey. His muddy boots thudded across the creaking hardwood floors with each step, his rucksack clanking ungracefully against the walls of the narrow upstairs hallway in his rush, past lived-in rooms with their furniture and once-loved belongings coated in layers of dust and gunpowder. All he could hear was his breathing, echoing in his mind, the thudding of his heart and the rush of blood loud in his ears.

He reached the door at the end of the cramped hallway in no time, the bullet holes in the wood overlooked by him in the world that had long since numbed him to the shock of war. Thrusting it open with an unattractive creak, Pierre was met by the sight of a tiny bedroom with a lanky figure sitting on the side of a single bed that was clearly built for a small child. The juxtaposition was a cruel mirth: a reminder of where they came from and the way war ripped their childhoods out of their hands far too soon.

The commotion of Pierre’s entrance had Esteban slowly turning his head to see who entered, keeping his hands folded with his forearms resting on his knees. His face stayed stagnant, pale, even when he noticed who it was. The sight of his expression sent a chill down Pierre’s spine.

“Este-” Pierre’s dry voice caught in his throat and he cleared it quickly before rushing closer, slinging his rifle from his shoulder to let it clatter to the grimy floorboards. In one smooth motion, Pierre helped himself to the side of the small bed beside his friend, his wide blue eyes dead focused on Esteban’s stone expression.

Esteban hung his head, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Esteban, how could you?” Pierre spoke as gently as he could, resting a firm hand on his forearm. He squeezed.

“Go away.” Esteban replied firmly, although his volume was quiet.

Pierre’s concerned expression faltered for a moment, eyes jumping all over Esteban’s face before he answered, “No, why would you want me to go away? In a moment like this?”

Esteban unclasped his fingers and shoved Pierre’s hand off his arm, “I am to be shot at dawn, Pierre, I don’t particularly want to sit here with you and make small talk. I want to be alone.”

Pierre swallowed thickly at his comrade’s bluntness and he turned his body to face forward too so they were sat perfectly parallel, side by side on the little bed with blue gingham sheets. Silence rested heavily on the dust coated room and the soldiers’ shoulders. Across from them, the ripped wallpaper was tacked with a few children’s drawings – or, at least the few drawings that weren’t shot to smithereens – and many of them housed colourful scribbles of stick figure men amongst red, white, and blue. Messy juvenile printing scrawled ‘Vive la France’ and ‘Pour le drapeau! Pour la victoire!’ on the parchment above the subjects.

The nationalistic phrases written proudly by the hand of a likely now deceased French child stared tauntingly back at the two of them.

Long Live France

For the Flag! For Victory!

None of this felt like they were heading towards victory.

Pierre’s shoulders sank, glancing around the abandoned bedroom of some unnamed child. They were supposed to be fighting for the children of France, for their future, for their country, and now, with the world in peril, Esteban was now to be treated as the enemy by his own people.

Despite Esteban’s firm request to be left alone, Pierre spoke up quietly, alerting him gently as if he were a grenade about to go off, “I can’t leave you. I’m your night watch.”

Esteban looked over at him again, eyebrows furrowed, words thick with angst, “Why are you my night watch?”

“I offered…I asked the Lieutenant.” Pierre answered, “I just…I needed to see you.”

He swallowed thickly, blinking back the dampness in his eyes that came with the weight of their hellish reality. He wanted to say more to him: to say that he was worried sick about him when he didn’t return to the trenches a fortnight ago, to say that when he heard he was captured by the military police and was to be tried for desertion Pierre first felt relief, to say that after such a short lifetime together he couldn’t stomach the idea of living without him…of going back out there to the battlefields without him.

But, instead, the silence spoke enough. Esteban simply nodded once.

What else was there to say when he was to be facing his execution in less than twelve hours?

If it were anyone sent to keep an eye on him over night, he was damn glad it was Pierre.

As if that thought physically pained him, Esteban rested his elbows on his knees again and hid his face in his grimy hands. His blue uniform jacket was caked in mud until it looked almost brown and the sweat and blood of the enemy that he was drenched it flattened his midnight black hair across his forehead. Pierre didn't look much better.

Pierre just stared at him like that, wanting to ask so many questions and say so many things.

“I know you don’t want anything to do with me,” Pierre stumbled out, “but, can you let me in your arms just for tonight?”

When Esteban lifted his face from his hands, his mud-stained cheeks were streaked in tears.

He nodded.

Pierre’s heart leapt in his chest at the unexpected agreement and he hurried to shuffle off his rucksack and his utility belt to drop them to the floor before Esteban could change his mind. The tiny metal bed creaked and groaned under the two grown men as they arranged themselves in a hesitant mess of uniformed limbs.

Always the braver, bolder, more assertive of the two, Esteban cuddled up under Pierre’s arm like a weak child. Branded as a coward and a traitor to his country Esteban had just wanted a break. A break from the war, the cries of agony, the death. Here, now, in this abandoned house in the French countryside, in the country they were raised in together, they finally felt a moment of peace for the first time in a long time.

Pierre’s chest shuttered through his calming inhale as he familiarized himself with their newfound position, chest to chest with Esteban, his arms wrapped around his taller comrade. He could feel his rapid heartbeat against his own, the two of them a frantic mess of anxiety and unspoken uncertainties. In a world of darkness and fear and death, the feeling of Esteban’s heartbeat was a reminder of life, of love, of hope.

The two of them kept their eyes screwed shut as if silently willing themselves to be taken back to their childhood town on the beach where summers were joyful and the air was filled with laughter and they raced each other on their bicycles down cobblestone streets. Just like those summer days, their hearts beat firmly in steady time, rapid from exertion and the good company of familiarity.

As the sun set below the horizon to the distant sound of cannons and shells and gunfire, the two men stayed tangled together on that little blue bed. Their heartrates slowed as they held each other, finding a calming rhythm against each other beat by beat. Everything was uncertain – life was uncertain – but them always finding each other? That was always certain.

“In spite of all this, I still love all of you.” Pierre breathed into the night, trying to keep his voice from shaking with subconscious awareness of what the morning would hold, “I do…and I always will.”

Esteban’s hand tightened on the back of Pierre’s matching blue uniform jacket. His heart skipped a beat.

In the morning, they were woken by the officer in charge and two assisting men. Esteban was firmly yanked out of bed by the men of his same rank, each with a stone-like grip on his biceps as they nearly dragged him down the narrow hallway and towards the stairs. Pierre barely had a chance to grab his belongings before he was rushing after them, boots pounding down the flimsy staircase and out into the damp spring morning. It was so cold he could see his panting breath.

He wanted to call out for Esteban as the men let go of him outside of the abandoned house they had slept in that night, letting him fall clumsily to his hands and knees.

“On your feet, Private.” The commanding officer ordered, standing in front of a line of eleven soldiers all armed with their rifles.

As Esteban brought himself to his feet on trembling legs, he looked over at Pierre only a yard away. The officer followed his gaze.

With a cock of his head, the officer called out to Pierre next, “Over here, Gasly, open your rifle.”

Esteban and Pierre both looked at the officer as if he were completely out of his mind.

“Sir-” Pierre started as calmly as he could muster, trying to decline the order.

“We need a dozen men, Private, don’t make me ask again.”

If he argued, he would be put up there against the wall with him, he knew. With a curt nod to his superior, Pierre joined the lineup.

He was supplied three bullets to load into his empty rifle and he loaded it with trembling fingers before clicking his weapon back into place. His red rimmed blue eyes rose to Esteban’s figure standing in front of the stone wall of the house in which they shared their last night together. Out of everyone in that lineup, Esteban’s gaze was locked solely on Pierre.

Esteban was offered a blindfold. He declined.

On the order, the firing squad raised their rifles. Twelve rifles pointed at Esteban.

Pierre had killed a lot of men since the start of the war. He had more blood on his hands than in his body, one might argue. Killing Germans was easy. But this?

Pierre could hardly hear over the ringing in his ears, the rapid thump, thump, thump of his heart enough to drown out the officer’s pitch for Esteban’s final words.

Through the deafening noise, he barely heard Esteban’s voice cutting across the misty spring dawn, words off-set from the movement of his mouth as Pierre stared at him, “I defend France with honour and glory.”

Esteban’s dark eyes never wavered from Pierre’s baby blues, staring at him right through the rifle that was pointed directly at him. He raised his hand to set over his heart, a silent reminder of the rhythm they shared so closely the night before and all those years back home. Pierre swallowed the lump in his throat.

Finally, the commanding officer gave his order, “Fire at will, gentlemen.”

Pierre shut his eyes and pulled the trigger.

"You want nothing to do with me, I don't know what to do with you, Cause you don't know what you do to me. Baby is this love for real? Let me in your arms to feel The beating of your heart, baby."

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