#them looking down and watching Victoire live

[starfallkaz]

Robin & Ramy

Thinking of a Babel afterlife, and I’m imagining Robin and Ramy meeting there. The clasped shoulders, fierce grip, drawing close to press foreheads together, with all those words unsaid but felt. Ramy softly saying ‘Birdy’ , the shudder of relief that would go through Robin, who thought he’d never hear his name through Ramy’s lips again. The overwhelming relief to be together again.

[chirpingfromthebox]

The Frost's Post-game Press Session from 1/12/2025 - MIN vs. MTL at Denver

The Minnesota Frost's post-game press session after their Takeover Tour match against the Montréal Victoire in Dever, CO.

At the table were head coach Ken Klee, goalie Maddie Rooney, and defender Sophie Jaques.

Transcription is under the break.

[Video begins]

Reporter:

How’d Denver go for you guys?

MADDIE ROONEY:

Yeah, it was awesome. How they were loud, they were fun. But you know at the previous Takeover Tours we saw the attendance for that and then for 14,000 to show up for today? It was really special to play in front of.

Reporter:

Sophie [Jaques], you, obviously, your first game back. Two points. Are you still 100%? And how did it, obviously, feel being back on the ice?

SOPHIE JAQUES:

Yeah, I think definitely the first period I was getting back into it, but it felt great once I was out there and just excited to be back on the ice with the team.

Reporter:

Coach, the last 5 games between Montréal have been decided either in a shootout or a one goal difference. What makes these matches so competitive?

KEN KLEE:

Well, I don’t think it’s just Montréal. I think it’s every team. I think every team in the league is so tight. The margin for error is so slim that, you know, you have to be on your game. If you don’t play well you’re not gonna win it. Especially in our league. There’s only six teams, you look at the talent that’s spread throughout. The talent is really high, I think, on every team. So it’s exciting. It’s great for us. We’re finding ways to get points. And that's- Right now, at this point in the season, that’s all I keep preaching. Just, we gotta do the little things well and just keep getting points.

Reporter:

I just- I guess- As someone who’s spent some time here, what was it like to see 14,000 people show up for a women’s hockey game?

KEN KLEE:

It was awesome. I mean it was incredible. To showcase these ladies’ talents is- You know, that’s what it’s all about to me. It’s about growing the game; you know, the women’s hockey game, how far it’s come, since I first got involved in 2014? It’s remarkable. Now to see- you know when people were asking me yesterday at practice, “Well, how’s it gonna be? We haven’t seen them live.” I said, “You wait, you’re gonna see something and you’re gonna say, ‘That’s incredible.’” And they are incredible.

Reporter:

For either of the players, like, walking around before the game, there’s so many young girls walking around in, like, their own jerseys. In like- with their teams. Whenever you’re meeting them before practice or before games, what is it like to see little girls in their hockey jerseys looking up to you?

MADDIE ROONEY:

Yeah, that’s what it’s all about. I mean, when I was a kid, you know, I watched the NHL, but for those girls now to be able to watch the PWHL? It’s really cool to create those- or have those role models that we necessarily didn’t have as a kid beside- outside the national team. So super special. And it’s great visibility for them to be in the stands as well.

Reporter:

Maddie, at the start of the game Montréal had a little bit of a shots lead and they obviously opened the scoring. What does it say about the maturity of this group to push back in this game the way they did?

MADDIE ROONEY:

Yeah, we responded to every goal really well. And that game was a grind. A lot of these games are a grind. It was chippy. But we ultimately bared down. We blocked shots, got pucks out, and capitalized on our opportunities.

Reporter:

Did it- For either of you, did it feel like a little bit of a home game because, I would think it would obviously because of Nicole [Hensley]?

SOPHIE JAQUES:

Yeah, I think it was great to hear- to have the fans behind us when we scored and stuff was really cool. They made- they did a great of accommodating us here and it was really cool to be in the Avalanche locker room here. And I think it was great that the crowd was just loud in general; it really feeds into the excitement of the game.

Reporter:

Coach, with both teams neck-in-neck for the top spot how was this a measuring stick for you?

KEN KLEE:

Well, I mean it’s points. Like I said, right now it’s not about what standing we are, we’re just trying to get points. We know come- down the stretch here we’ve got a lot of games this month, but later on we don’t have many games. So we need to try to accumulate as many points as we can now, so that way we can get yourself into a playoff spot. Then once we do that, it’s- then the match-ups start mattering more to me. But right now, like I said, it’s just awesome that we’re finding ways to get points. We’ve been a little banged up. Obviously her coming back today [gestures to Jaques] is a big lift for us. But we still have two more games on the road coming up so we know they’re gonna be tough. Just gotta keep battling and get ready.

Reporter:

For either Sophie or Maddie, how hard is it to take all the excitement in playing in different buildings and all that stuff and still focus on what coach is talking about there? Just playing hockey and getting points?

MADDIE ROONEY:

Yeah, I don’t think it’s hard. It kind of aides in the excitement. Each night is a different atmosphere to play in front of and overall it’s just fun. It’s fun to play in front of a bunch of fans and, like we talked about, growing the game.

[ID: A screenshot from the game with the Victoire's Kristen O'Neill and the Frost's Nicole Hensley posing for the ceremonial puck drop. /. End ID.]

Reporter:

And I know Nicole didn’t get to play today, but does sharing this whole weekend and experience, for any of you guys, what was that like? And you know, she did the ceremonial puck drop [everyone smiles], you don’t usually see goalies doing that. How great was that, getting to share that with her?

[ID: A screenshot from the press conference. Maddie Rooney, Ken Klee, and Sophie Jaques are at the interview table smiling after getting asked about Hensley's ceremonial puck drop face off. /. End ID.]

KEN KLEE:

Well I thought it was great. Obviously it was unfortunate that she got injured last week. But I was happy to have her back on the bench to be here with us supporting our group. But yeah, it’s a homecoming for her. I know it was a big game for her, important for her. But still, she’s with our group. She’s gonna play meaningful games. She knows it. Between her and Maddie, they’re really tight. They always support each other. So it’s good to see.

Reporter:

Sophie, what was your look on Michela [Cava]’s in the third period? It looked like she got a really great shot?

SOPHIE JAQUES:

Pardon?

Reporter:

What was your look on Michela’s goal in the third period? It looks like it was a really fantastic shot and I imagine you had a great view of it?

SOPHIE JAQUES:

Yeah, I mean, honestly, I was kinda- the defender was blocking me, but I just saw it go into the top of the net and was very excited for her.

[End of video.]

[angelsaxis]

Ooh the layers to every interaction these four have. Their toxic ass racist white girl friend plays dumb about or outright refuses to acknowledge the racial reality that they're living under, and it corrupts basically every word that comes out of her mouth. They were put in a dangerous racist situation because of her. Robin's white passing and has unfortunately adopted the same patronizing/paternalistic protection orders that your typical white Englishman would have for anyone who was Black or Indian and under their care. Robin's genuine concern for his friend's safety is beat out by how much he's internalized the shitty parts of England and academia. I wonder if they'd had this conversation earlier if it would have gone smoother (as in, if Letty hadn't been hanging around them and unintentionally making everything worse, whether the conversation would have ended on a better note. I'm thinking no.)

That's because Robin's primary reason for not telling Ramy and Victoire about Griffin was the paternalism. The "I need to protect you from yourself". The "it's my Job to keep you safe". The awareness of the violence Victoire and Ramy are subject to on a daily basis isn't a substitute for actually treating them like adults capable of making their own decisions about their lives. Does Robin love them? Yes. Did he royally fuck up? Also yeah.

It's fascinating to watch how the level of honesty they have with each other varies depending on who's present (Letty) and then what they're talking about. So much can go unsaid, and STILL there's things Robin doesn't *understand*. He doesn't understand that Ramy would have gone with Hermes not because of his impulsiveness and pride but because Ramy has never once in his life cared for or given a fuck about the "safety" and "comforts" that white people can offer him. Ramy hates white people, which is largely why he can't stand Letty (this is in turn largely aided by Letty's a) personality and b) family history). He understands his role in colonial Britain because he's been dealing with it and witnessing it since he was a child, and he grew up in an explicitly colonized area, and he had a family to teach him the necessary lessons of survival and pride. Things Robin entirely lacked. From what it looks like to me, Robin didn't even know he was mixed til he got to England?

I wonder if they were doomed to head down this path from the start. In another post I'd speculated about whether the ways they'd hurt each other would be specific to their personalities and interactions, as in if Letty's racism would come to a head and destroy what little patience Ramy has left for her. I don't have a neat conclusion to this, I'm just thinking.

[melrosing]

Did you finish babel? I liked some parts of it but the characterization was quite thin, especially for ramy and victoire. It also had a very interesting magic system which did not seem to affect the world in the slightest which i found baffling.

yeahhhh I finished it a couple days ago and I’m just. glad it’s over. idk further thoughts under the cut bc spoilers

so I just thought it was one of the least subtle things I’ve ever read, which I think some people may feel is unfair because the British Empire was not a subtle evil. but I’ve seen people conflate ‘subtlety’ with ‘understatement’, and I don’t think the two are synonymous.

what I think subtlety could look like in Robin’s case is maybe, for example, Professor Lovell having two sides: one where he seems kind and encouraging to Robin, and then another kind of barely concealed disgust for his son, that is more his true self. this would make Robin’s conflict over the side he truly belongs to a more interesting one in the context of the story, as he wrestles with his father’s true character, and the fact that he is using him as an instrument in the perpetuation of empire.

the conflict robin ACTUALLY experiences in the story is like he’s already come to the table more or less clear on what the two sides on Empire represent but he doesn’t want to put he and his friends in danger so he puts off joining the revolution etc. that’s not a very interesting conflict to read, because the work it takes to get Robin to this level of awareness is never truly demonstrated. Ramy and Victoire are exercising levels of discourse about colonialism and racism that are just bizarre to read in a novel supposedly set in 1836. they honestly read like students in the 21st century?? like I think it’s likely that as intelligent characters, Ramy and Victoire would be internally articulating their experiences to themselves, but they constantly talk like they’re aware of a broader dialogue with plenty of academic literature behind it etc.

and idk I think kuang just doesn’t seem to want to do the work of taking her characters from a place of relative ignorance and think about the things that would radicalise them, and the things, on the other hand, that might make them look the other way. like Robin seems to have no strong memories of Canton, no people he seems to really remember outside of his home. how does that affect the sides he chooses? or was this really just something Kuang forgot to mention lol

so I just felt like the whole novel is set up with that conclusion reached already - it’s not interesting to watch the characters nod for hundreds of pages that colonialism is bad, and never really see how they reached this conclusion in…. England 1836. it makes it even more frustrating when they keep talking down to Letty like she should know better. HOW???

and also I just rolled my eyes w the Letty twist bc it was so obvious it was going to happen. and even more when Kuang then writes this tragic backstory for Letty that seems to say, ‘see, I did write her as a complicated character’. sorry but this all comes too late! it’s no good presenting Letty’s supposed complexities when you’re so far past the point of reckoning with them. it doesn’t change her from what she functionally was, which was a straw man for the protagonists to argue their points against. saying ‘she was a victim of misogyny’ when you’ve avoided addressing that experience on any level (like Robin even thinks to himself it wouldn’t be very feminist to call Letty hysterical but does it anyway, so apparently these characters also have full awareness of the women’s suffrage movement but never engage with it and what it means for Letty’s experiences).

like idk I’m really not saying that Letty shouldn’t have been written as racist and a colonialist apologist - she lives in a society and it makes sense to have a character in the group who chafes with their ideas, one from the other side. but you can write her as a character too, and not just a straw man. and if you want to turn around at the end and say ‘see she’s still sympathetic on some level!’ you have to have actually explored the things that make Letty somewhat sympathetic on the page. all she seems to do from my POV is put her foot in it every 20 pages so the others can call her stupid and white and think how sick they all are of her lmao

and yeah I just didn’t find them well rounded characters anyway, as you say… like nothing any of them did surprised me, the only one who’s afforded any growth is Robin - and that all seems backwards because he seems to have already reached the conclusion that should’ve changed his outlook completely, and the others around him are just waiting for him to say so because so have they. and there’s this suggestion of romantic feelings between Robin and Ramy but I never cared about whether anything happened bc… there’s just nothing special or charged about their interactions w each other?? like we have Robin thinking he likes the way Ramy’s hair falls once and Ramy saying ‘don’t you know’ but that’s it?? ok sure

and yeah idk I think to be honest I did zone out slightly when they were explaining what the silver bars do in an early chapter so that’s a little bit on me but from there you never really do see what they… functionally do?? they support the whole world but like. ok how. and yeah, how has the fact that this society discovered magic in the era of ANCIENT ROME changed not a singular thing about today’s society!! why is literally just a few academics in one Oxford college running this whole show!! you’re telling me not even the Italians got in on this?? so functionally the silver is a mcguffin

and also finally like. I have spent a lil time around Oxford students (my friend studied there for many years and this wasn’t her but some of those I’ve met whilst visiting) and god this has some of the really grating tendencies of some of them, where they convince themselves that Oxford is the whole world, everything really comes back to Oxford, and they want their criticisms of the place to coexist w the fact that they really love the fancy champagne parties, and they want everyone to stand around and listen as they explain how they DO understand Oxford’s colonialist history no REALLY, but also have they told you about this crazy little tradition that on 16th June every year St. Tristwilliam is said to sing a single note for an hour at the tallest tower in the smallest courtyard at 4AM exactly and it’s said that all the gargoyles dance a happy jig and isn’t that magical there’s nothing like Oxford like girl PLEASE….. anyway Kuang’s like that. not Robin as the protag so much as literally Kuang in writing this

[tomjamesavery]

Twins and Trampoline Parks Written for the Ginnyversary Challenge with the prompt: #I16 — "Why had no-one ever mentioned Mum's twin?" Read on: AO3 Ginny felt like she had been trampled by a horde of wild elephants.

It was Albus’ 14th birthday and they had invited the entire next generation of the Weasley-Potter Clan. Albus had wished to go to a trampoline park for his birthday party, and so Ginny and Harry had organized a trip to London, which with twelve kids in tow, reminded Ginny of the time when Hagrid had them trying to herd Mooncalves back in Care of Magical Creatures. Especially cause Albus had brought three extra boys from his year, including Scorpius. But today she luckily had the help of her husband, who was currently consoling a crying Lily, as well as Teddy and Victoire. Molly and Roxanne had opted out of coming since they were simply too old to attend a children’s birthday party, and unlike Teddy and his girlfriend, didn’t have the same close ties to Albus. “Stay together” Ginny called out, as she watched James and Fred sprinting down the street Albus, Rose, and Hugo in close ties behind them, she only rolled her eyes and shot Teddy a grateful look as he paced after the Kids.

After what had felt like the most stressful journey of her life, the group finally arrived at the trampoline park, and Ginny felt positively ready for a nice nap.

The kids were sorted into little groups as they changed their socks into jumping ones, and Ginny felt relief, the trampoline park guides would take it from there. She plopped herself down onto a cushioned bench that let her oversee the entire indoor park, and since it was a Saturday it was pretty full. As the howling horde of children threw themselves onto the trampolines she sighed in relief, closing her eyes for a second, just as she felt a strong hand coming around her waist, the familiar scent of her husband’s cologne filling her nostrils. And it calmed her instantly, she still had her eyes closed as she simply laid her head onto his shoulder, and he pulled her towards him, as they melted into each other.

“Those lot really can be a handful.” He started, his voice soft.

“Not quite the innocent little angels we all were.” Harry teased, and Ginny only snorted in response, now opening her eyes to observe the screeching and laughing group that was wildly playing in front of them.

“I can't decide if we were worse or better.” She asked, watching as James and Fred tossed a laughing Hugo into the ball pit, sending up a shower of rainbow balls in response.

Harry giggled. “Maybe it’s better to leave that question unanswered.”

His left hand came up cupping Ginny’s cheek as he leaned in and they chastely kissed each other on the lips. But their little moment was short-lived as Ginny heard an all too familiar groan from their right.

“Mum! Dad! Can't you two stop for five minutes.” Albus' shrill voice rang out.

Ginny giggled as she and Harry disconnected, now turning towards their second-oldest son, he had Rose and Scorpius in tow, who both shot each other a grin.

“What is it Al, do you need anything,” Ginny asked, taking in the sweat-covered boy, his hair and eyes just like his father's.

Albus shook his head. “No, but you got to see this Mum. Why did no one mention you had a twin.” Ginny was confused for a second, but Albus pointed to their right where a red-haired woman was talking with a man, her hair almost the exact tone and length as Ginny’s.

Ginny couldn’t believe her eyes, the woman even seemed to be around the same height as her, similar body shape and all.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a smirking Scorpius whisper something into Albus' ear, as he nodded towards Ginny’s clone, earning him an elbow to the stomach from Albus. But Ginny was too distracted by the woman to really notice, something about seeing someone looking so much like yourself was strangely eerie. But when she felt Harry’s lips on her neck she relaxed again. “Babe she doesn’t look like one bit, you’re so much prettier, more vibrant, and her hair doesn’t have that flaming look that yours has.” He whispered

“And your butt looks miles better from that angle!” Ginny chuckled as she turned towards her husband again. “Oh, you’d know that.” She cupped his face and they came together for another kiss, this time deep and desperately, and she quickly lost herself in him. Not even noticing the familiar call out behind them. “Mum! Dad!”

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Word Excerpt Ask Game ✨

Bird, flight, or feather

Thank you for asking 💚

For 'bird', here's an excerpt from an old Teddy/James fic

“You sure you don’t mind me staying here?” Teddy asked, vaguely gesturing to the spare bedroom in James’ flat. “Not at all,” James reassured him. And it was true, in a sense. Because he really hadn’t minded Teddy staying with him. He just hadn’t been sure how it would work to live with the man he was painfully, secretly in love with. “You won’t feel weird bringing birds home with someone here?” Teddy laughed. It didn’t reach his eyes, but after he’d just broken up with Victoire James hadn’t expected it to. “I don’t really bring girls home,” James said, too honestly. “I – er, usually go to their place,” he lied. It was easier that way, saying he was off enjoying casual nights with random girls. It stopped people asking. Kept them from trying to set him up.

For 'flight', here's an excerpt from a Drarry fic

He’s not far out from London, but it’s far enough that he decides to activate the invisibility shield and put the car in flight mode. He’s glad now that he decided to brave the Weasleys’ shop to buy his car, instead of getting it at a Muggle dealership like he’d originally planned. If the car’s ability to fly gets the dog to a vet faster, it would definitely be worth the shame he felt going into their shop after being on the wrong side of the war.

And finally 'feather'. This is from a Prongsfoot WIP

“We can’t use the stairs,” James says, nodding to the window. “We’ll have to jump.” James decides not to linger on it for too long. He climbs into the windowsill and looks down at the drop. It’s far, especially with no broom between his legs. He pulls his wand out, grits his teeth and jumps. “Arresto Momentum,” he gasps, his body slowing to a stop inches from the ground. He turns and watches as Sirius jumps too, though he uses another spell that makes him drift like a feather all the way down. James makes a mental note to have Sirius teach him once this is all over.

Not sure what it means that not a single one of these excerpts actually has a bird, feather or anything like it.

[wolfsbanepotion]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 — got a curse i cannot lift, shines when the sunset shifts, when the moon is round and full.

[ look ] [ listen ]

calm waves lapping coolly at your ankles while you collect shards of sea glass, a rolling fog on a full moon that gives you goosebumps, treacle tart and butter beer warm against your tongue, sitting high up in the swaying boughs of a willow tree, a crinkled smile that makes your heart race, dancing late night in the living room around the neck of a bottle, watching the sunrise glint off abraxan wings, a wave taking you out at the knees, flipping you through the water and grating you cruelly across the sand.

character parallels: connell waldron (normal people), peeta mellark (the hunger games), charlie kelmeckis (the perks of being a wallflower), isaak valtersen (skam), nathan byrne (the b*stard son & the devil himself), gale dekarios (bg3), malyen oretsev (shadow and bone), kristoff bjorgman (frozen), steve harrington (stranger things), alphonse elric (fma:b), elio perlman (call me by your name)

Full Name: Louis Alphons Weasley Gender/Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Age: Twenty-three Birthdate: May 18th Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (née Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley. Birth place: Shell Cottage, Tinworth, Cornwall. Height: 6"1 Species: 1/8th Veela Wizard [Afflicted with Lycanthropy] Nationality: British Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix. Body Alterations/Marks: Most of the left side of Louis' body is riddled with tearing scars, hip to mid-shoulder blade. A tattoo of the order symbol, the initials of others who fell fighting alongside him, this is pretty large by now and dominates the inside of his left bicep.

Personality Traits: - unassertive, impressionable, reclusive, pessimistic, sensitive, jaded + contemplative, solicitous, cordial, charming, dutiful, pragmatic, jocular

Blood Status: Pureblood Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Wand Arm: Right Pet: Pet Crup. Patronus: Granian Winged Horse Wand: 13 1/8 inches, Chestnut, Reasonably Supple, Phoenix feather core.

what a waste, army dreamers.

a good soldier boy, he had a head for tactics and a body to lay down for the war. so he went.

compared to many, louis knows he had luck on his side with the way they grew up. he had his siblings, both his parents, they even managed to hold onto shell cottage for most of it.

felt deep pressure to be popular and well-liked, he found it easy to amass friends but he was nauseated by stress whenever he was teased too heavily or accurately. his entire world spinning, unable to speak, to breathe until he fled. 

as a child it was simply his nature spurring him to use his veela charm to try to sow hope and camaraderie in a room, as his time on the front lines grew he started to actively hone it to stop morale from tanking after bad losses. he had a habit of making people rally with one of his freckled hands on their shoulder.

always found it difficult not to be liked so the harsh reality of war made everything seem very overwhelming. he tried to remain unperturbed and threw himself into the pragmatics of the infantry. known for charging back inside or through battlefields plucking order members off the floor and physically carrying them to healer triage. a skilled fighter, best with magics that lend to altering the mind/illusions etc.

lives in a tent nomadically accompanying a wild abraxan herd since the attack, also collects dragon census data to ensure no native species are under current threat from the enemy. collects wild herbology samples and makes sure the habitats are healthy. he is an excellent watercolourist, paints landscapes as well as fauna and flora. occasionally sketches visitors.

accomplished quidditch chaser. plays the piano.

before he turned he was obsessed with taking polaroids with his film camera, he has about 900 total that he still keeps catalogued but he looks a them far less than he used to. they cut with a keener edge now. anyone close to louis would have been given some of these.

has a crup named chipie or 'chip', who has three legs and just sort of trots along behind louis most places. very well behaved... most of the time.

two-three years ago during a battle, louis was dragged off as a trophy to be bitten by a werewolf, if this could have happened in front of other order members i'm sure the de would have made it so. keeping parts of what happened that night fluid enough that some parts are almost [wanted connections]

reticent and world-weary nowadays, he has lost some of the naive precocious, almost bolshy nature he retained beforehand. never kisses and tells but still often charms his way into beds at safehouses if he has no known enemies in residence.

something changed in him after the attack, after he survived. those who had known him watched him draw back behind an impenetrable shield overnight. the realisation that he was dangerous now, fundamentally changed.

it is interesting, as the veela magic and the werewolf curse interact the charm still perpetuates but only one person so far and those who are very sensitive will feel a threatening predatory undertone to the enticing that was never there before.

a recovering people-pleaser who finds it incredibly difficult to lay out boundaries or know how he feels about anything in the moment. trying his best.

CONNECTION IDEAS

Experimenting on his werewolf form to provide better weapons against the other side's lycanthropes. Yes, this is fucked up, yes I need it.

Honey don't feed it, (he will come back) who is letting him darken their doorway? And why do they know better babe? 

A rivalry (maybe originated in quidditch) hate? Or do they have mad chemistry? Did they used to be friends? (maybe i'm thinking about challengers MB)

Someone who used to be Lou's friend or at least neutral on him who is now terrified of him due to their own past dark experiences with werewolves.  

Magizoologist? You might rarely spot this ginger motherfucker striding quietly up and down hillsides with his quill taking notes beside him. 

Someone who he was hooking up with/closer with who he ghosted after he got mauled and came to terms with his new affliction.

there's a curse comes with a kiss, the bite that binds the gift that gives.

[astarsmindd]

Okay guys buckle up it's Fangs yap time again

If you also like marauders I apologize I do have some marauders rooted head canons in here

I make mood/vision boards I use in my Tik Toks and they all have hidden head canons so finally my time to talk about them

Teddy Lupin

He definitely collects CDs and also burns and makes his own CDs. He also collects those pin buttons especially the space and NASA ones. He loves gummies, it got to the point everyone has a bag on hand if they know he's coming because they'll just end up at the store anyway if they don't have some. He plays guitar and he'll sometimes burn CDs and make some with his own music. He occasionally gives these to his friends and loved ones. I also think people tell him a lot that he looks like his mom and has her soul and has his dad's heart.

Victoire Weasley

Loves those healthy breakfasts like oatmeal and smooth bowls and always reads a book while eating or she's outside or looking out the window just enjoying nature. LOVE taking pictures she always has a camera on her and has memory cards full of her and teddy. Has a trinket box she decorated when she was like 11 and adds trinkets all the time. Loves those beaded and braided bracelets but she hasn't figured out how to completely master it so her sister makes them for her. And you see how her and teddy have flowers in their pockets? Yeah they pick flowers and put them in their pockets then they'll go back inside and make cute little crafts or add another page to a scrap book

Dominique Weasley

She has darker red hair but has blonde streaks. Loves to draw and write she has journals filled with drawings and writings it's all cluttered together but perfectly together that it's still extremely organized. Loves donuts especially the kind of ones in the picture. Has a strict skin care routine and night routine that she has to go through with doesn't matter the time as long as she does it before bed. She loves Paris she prefers it over any other place. When they visit she lives in the moment every second. She has a big fluffy white dog she takes every where don't ask why but she definitely does. She's definitely the "cold" sibling and has some depression (self projecting 🤞)

Louis Weasley

He definitely prefers to read in French and always picks up at least 5 books every time they visit Paris. Loves fruit he can eat it all day everyday and loves coconut water? Idk man that's just what I'm getting. Wears a lot of rings strictly only silver. He also prefers Paris over anywhere else. He's definitely closer to Dominique they're always together especially after vic started hanging out with Teddy more (it's ok tho they love him and understand). He absolutely loves Dominique's dog, basically just both of their baby

James Sirius Potter

Bro falls asleep constantly, if he's sitting down and starts reading or is being read to he's just out like a baby. He LOVES vinyl and is constantly trying to find his favs on it. He definitely started loving it after Harry decided to give him some of Sirius' old ones and some of his dad's he found. He doesn't play guitar but he collects guitar picks because he thinks they're cool. It started after teddy would give him his old ones after he would get new ones. Obviously he plays quidditch and he loves it. As much as he loves playing it I think he enjoys it more watching it and cheering. He definitely has a golden retriever that he's had since he was like 12. Just like Harry gets people saying how much he looks like his dad James gets the same thing but it's always oh you look just like Harry...and he looks like his oh my you're just like them both and he doesn't get sad about it he smiles big every time and says thank you they're the best guys I've known and heard of

Albus Severus Potter

(side note I saw someone head canon a name change of Cedric Remus potter. Idk how I feel about it but maybe some one would like it)

He has a pocket watch that belonged to regulus all though Harry thought it was Sirius' because he would carry it around all the time. He loves sketching out mythical creatures and plants, also putting samples of leaves or fur or scales if he has any, and basically making his own magic guide books. He would wear headphones a lot or have them on his neck if they had them. He collects a shit ton of crystals and pretty much any little witch trinket from muggle spiritual shops (can't remember the name rn even though I literally go to them all the time) has Altoids tins or something adjacent and puts things he might use for spells be might find useful and keeps them in his bag or Pocket. Has a black cat that he got from the shelter when James got his dog, he originally didn't want one he just was excited about a dog being in the house but he saw the cat and she was the runt and stayed away from the rest and he just felt something about her so he asked and ofc they got her

Lily Luna Potter

She loves fairy tales and loves the older style books because they're GORGEOUS so ginny always gets one when she finds them thrifting. When ginny gets new makeup or doesn't feel like something she got fits her she'll give it to Lily to use for fun because Lily likes to paint with them or just color things but she'll keep the red pallets to practice with. Her and Harry will pick little flowers on the side of the sidewalk on walks then go home and dry them in books and Lily tacs them on the walls of her room and Harry has some all over him and Ginny's room. Lily has colorful succulents everywhere and always comes home with some because professor Long bottom always gives her herbology plants. She definitely has that dog i saw her and was omg your definitely lily's. They just fit each other's vibe so well, I think she got her for Christmas one year. She also looks scarily like Lily when she was her age and people say it all the time and Lily also doesn't mind because she thinks Lily was absolutely pretty

Scorpius Malfoy

He definitely reads fantasy books like LOTR religiously. I like to believe teddy sometimes visits with them because they're family and it was dracos idea. So one year teddy gave him a ds and he was OBSESSED. He definitely makes those decorative tube jars with flowers and bugs that are naturally preserved and has them around his room. This also isn't on the board but I think his ceiling has constellations on it and it has Sirius, regulus, draco, and Scorpius up there so in away he had family there. He definitely got the tin idea from Albus but instead put things he loves in there and puts it in his pocket or bag. There's no way he doesn't like those little calico critters he definitely has some. He also got a golden retriever puppy after the whole time travel stuff

Delphi Riddle

(side note don't come after me for adding her this happened on tik tok I think she's a very interesting character and like to look into that. I'm not saying I like her I just like interesting characters.)

Gets nose bleeds a lot especially when she's reading while she's stressed so she has a lot of stains in her books. Prefers to just light candles instead of turning on a lamp It's easier on her eyes because she's constantly getting headaches and she likes to be extra and edgy. Has a pet snake or two I feel like that's a given. She collects snake skin and preserves snakes in jars if she finds them so they can still live in memory. She just has a weird connection with snakes just like her father. Has her father's and mother's jewelry that she wears all the time. She's constantly trying to look in the mirror and see them because she WANTS to be them. She's not worried about being them that's her greatest wish

I will have to do another part because I can't fit all the Weasleys on here but I'll work on more boards because I haven't gotten to anyone else but who's on here and the Weasleys yet but hopefully you enjoy my yap session. If you couldn't tell I'm extremely ill and autistic about the wizarding world (BUT FUCK JKR)

Chat I keep thinking about Harry Potter next Gen and I just want that fandom to be as good as the marauders please can we build it 😭🙏🙏🙏

I WILL start building it myself I already have headcannons

[phoebe-delia]

Hi phoebe! For your Eight Drarry Nights I humbly submit the prompts gelt and/or pride! Looking forward to reading this year’s series 💕

Night 1: Melt

Happy Hanukkah everyone!! This first one is for the incredible @m0srael. Mose, thank you for this prompt, and also for just being the best. I sorta focused on the 'gelt' prompt but I did manage to sneak in the 'pride' one as well!

For those who don't know, "gelt" is technically the Hebrew word that literally means "Hanukkah money." Traditionally, children were given coins/money as gifts for Hanukkah. Nowadays, it's chocolate coins! That's what they are in this fic. Also, a "dreidel" is a little toy top that is spun and played with during Hanukkah to win gelt. Hope yall enjoy!

"Alright little one," Harry bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of Teddy's head. "Time to go."

"But Harryyyy," Teddy whined. "We were gonna play another round!" He gestured to the gelt in piles in front of himself, Rose, Hugo, and Victoire, and the large pile in the middle of their little circle. He clutched a dreidel tight in his hand.

"It's getting late, love. We've got to head home. But it's only the first night of Hanukkah! We can owl your aunts and uncles in the morning to see about a play date this week, alright?"

"Alright," Teddy said through a yawn. He dutifully set the dreidel on the carpet. After putting on his coat, he quickly bent to pick up his winnings in gelt, stuffing them in his pockets. He reached up and took Harry's hand. "Bye, everyone!"

"Bye Teddy!" The kids chorused. Rose picked up the dreidel for a new game, but Harry knew it would be a matter of time before Hermione was breaking up the game herself.

Harry and Teddy found Draco standing near the door of the Burrow, talking with Fleur in rapid french. Harry approached them with a raised eyebrow, and Draco rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek.

They said their goodnights and walked to the Apparition point. In his puffy coat, Teddy seemed perfectly content despite the freezing weather, babbling about playing dreidle with his cousins. Draco, meanwhile, huddled into Harry's side, pink-nosed and sniffling. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and ran his hands up and down Draco's arms to warm him. Harry waited for Draco to insist upon "a warming charm, or have you forgotten you're a wizard?" but he didn't; instead he melted further into Harry's embrace.

They finally reached the apparition point. Teddy and Draco held on tight to Harry while he apparated them home with a quick pop.

Inside, they went through the traditional candle-lighting ritual. Harry encouraged Teddy through the prayers, and his heart burst with pride at watching Draco use one candle to light the other on the menorah.

Putting Teddy to bed didn't take as long as Harry thought it would, considering how much gelt the boy had eaten at the Burrow. But soon enough, the child was sleeping peacefully, and Harry gave him one last fond look before leaving him be.

He walked out to the pantry and grabbed some gelt before joining Draco on the couch in the living room.

Draco set aside the book he was reading raised an eyebrow. "Is Teddy going to miss something from his stash tomorrow?"

Harry pretended to look affronted. "Are you accusing me of stealing candy from a baby?"

"Don't let him hear you call him that. He's six and a half, as you very well know, Potter. Hardly a baby."

"Well, I'll have you know I bought a stash of my own. Teddy can do as he pleases with his winnings."

Draco moved closer to Harry on the couch. "Are you planning to share with your husband?"

"Depends on his behavior."

Draco smirked. "Have I ever behaved myself when it comes to you?"

Harry grinned. "Not once. That's why I married you." Harry handed Draco a piece of gelt, which he took gratefully. Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before unwrapping the sweet and popping it in his mouth.

Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder and sighed contentedly. Harry unwrapped a piece of gelt and let it melt on his tongue. He put an arm around Draco and watched the candles flicker in the air.

[curse-04]

Written for @hinnyfest

Prompt 10: "I am so lucky to be able to live this life with you."

P.S: If there are any spelling errors, I apologize in advance.

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Ginny couldn't help but smile as she watched Harry in his Wolf form as he ran around their backyard with 7 year old Teddy and 6 year old Victoire trying their hardest to catch him. Sometimes she thought that he wanted to become an Animagus with her just so that the kids could enjoy it. 

He really was obnoxiously fast, but he was slowing down to avoid getting the kids hurt. Sure enough, Victoire managed to catch up to him, and pulled on his tail.

Harry spun around and yelped, quickly turning back into a Human, much to the amusement of her and the kids. "You don't pull on tails, Vic," he lightly chastised her without any heat in his words.

"But I want one," she said with an adorable pout. "A blue one though."

"Me too!" Teddy piped up. "I'll take one like yours, Harry,"

Ginny smiled, she knew that Harry couldn't resist the children's wishes. Pout or no pout. He sighed. "I would give you a tail, but Bill would string me up so high, I wouldn't ever be able to come down again." 

"How high?" Vic asked worriedly.

"You know how high your Aunt Ginny flies?" He asked as Ginny heard the Floo go off. 

She made her way there, and saw that Bill had come through. She greeted him with a hug. "Your little princess is out back," she teased.

"Thanks," Bill said, rolling his eyes fondly as they both made their way out. 

Harry was lying on his back with the kids on either side of him. He was waving his Wand, making Dragons made of red, blue, and golden colored smoke fly around in the air. She placed a hand on her stomach, even more excited to tell him the news.

Thankfully, Bill seemed to miss the gesture, completely engrossed as he was with the scene in front of him. They waited until Harry had to cancel the Spell to reserve his energy.

Vic and Teddy started clapping and Ginny and Bill joined in, causing them all to turn towards the porch where she and Bill were. "Daddy!" Vic squealed as she ran towards him. 

Bill didn't hesitate to pick her up and lift her over his shoulder. "Hey there, princess," he said.

"Uncle Harry made Dragons!" She exclaimed rapidly.

"I saw," Bill said. "That was impressive."

"Thanks," Harry said, chuckling. "It was just some smoke manipulation, though."

They stayed and chatted about more 'grown-up' stuff as Teddy called it before Bill and Vic had to leave. They sent Teddy upstairs to do his homework for Monday and sat down in the Living Room. 

"I'm so lucky to be able to live this life with you," she said.

He looked at her with a smile and gave her a kiss that almost made her forget what she was about to tell him. "I think we've already established that I'm the lucky one," he told her, kissing her again. "I mean, have you seen yourself?"

She laughed. "I'm not gonna look like this in a few months," she said. She was fine with it. It came with the pregnancy, and they had been trying for quite a few months, but still…

"What do you mean?" He asked, furrowing his brow in concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she said, taking a deep breath. Why was this so hard? "I'm pregnant," she blurted out. 

Harry blinked, then his mouth dropped open as he processed what she said. He took a deep shuddering breath as his mouth broke into a brilliant smile. She only had a second to brace herself as he let out a "WOO HOO!!" and lifted her up. The next second they were jumping and spinning around the room like little children.

"You're serious?" He asked, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"I am," she replied. 

Harry proceeded to pepper her face with kisses and he did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon. Finally, he gave her a deep, passionate kiss on her mouth, which was the scene Teddy walked into. 

"EW!" He cried, covering his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You're going to be a big brother!" Harry cried, laughing. 

"What?" Teddy asked open mouthed, looking back and forth between Harry and Ginny.

"Yeah," Ginny whispered, holding her arms out. Teddy also let out a whoop and jumped into her arms, and hugged her tightly.

A few minutes later, as they sat down to choose baby names from a binder- because Harry had one of those apparently- she couldn't help but agree with her previous statement, she really was lucky. 

"How about Claiborne if we have a boy?" She asked.

"Absolutely not," Harry replied as Teddy made a face.

"Oh come on," Ginny said with a pout. "It's cool, isn't it?" 

"We are NOT naming our child Claiborne!" 

[theclockworkmonk]

Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 5

AO3 | FFN

Previous chapter on Tumblr

Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

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Harry barely reacted in time to put up a Shield Charm before two Stunning Spells shot across the kitchen table at him and deflected up into the ceiling.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ginny and Ron shouted at the same time, Ron flailing and tipping over backward in his chair.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Charlie screamed at Harry.

"Is he pressuring you into this?" Bill growled at Ginny.

"There is no reason to resort to something so drastic!" said Percy.

"And it's definitely not something to laugh about," said George.

Fleur was babbling a mile a minute in French, tears welling in her eyes and trying to get Victoire to stop crying.

Molly had collapsed into Arthur's arms and fainted.

"Have you lot all lost your minds!?" shouted Harry. "Why is it so important that I keep it?"

"What use do we have for it, anyway?" asked Ginny.

A second explosion of angry shouting erupted as all the Weasleys talked over each other.

"How in the WORLD is all this the appropriate response to Harry and Ginny living together!?" pleaded Hermione.

"THAT'S NOT — wait, they're living together!?" said Percy.

Hermione gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh please," George rolled his eyes, "Anyone with a brain already knew that."

"What!? Why didn't you say anything!" said Charlie, "We could have stopped this before it happened!"

"Gee, thanks, Hermione," growled Harry as she blushed harder.

"Then what the hell are all you gits talking about!?" barked Ginny loudly to cut through the cacophony of testosterone. "As annoying as you always are when treating me like an innocent girl, it makes more sense than getting upset about Harry's stupid Wizengamot seat!"

"Harry has a Wizengamot seat!?" asked Percy in awe.

"Don't get any ideas, Perce, Harry's taken," said George.

"Of course we're not talking about that!" said Molly, her voice shaking as she regained consciousness and stood up straight. "We're talking about the baby!"

Harry and Ginny looked sideways at Victoire.

"THE NEW BABY!" Molly shrieked, growing more exasperated.

"What, Hermione's baby?" asked Ginny.

Molly fainted again.

"Ex-CUSE me!?" cried Hermione as every head in the room spun to face her, Ron's turning a sickly shade of green.

"Oh...I shouldn't have eaten all those biscuits," Ron muttered fearfully, holding his stomach.

"Wait, Hermione's pregnant too?" asked Percy.

"No, I am not!" said Hermione forcefully.

"Wait, what do you mean 'too?'" asked Ginny. "Who else is pregnant?"

"THERE IS NO 'ELSE!' I AM NOT PREGNANT!" Hermione screamed. "Can we please establish that first?"

"Love, just calm down," said Ron softly, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "It's okay, we can handle this. Why don't you just sit down…."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, even if I were pregnant, if you start coddling me you'll regret it. Ginny, why the hell did you say that I'm pregnant?"

"Well she kept dropping hints left and right that someone was pregnant!" Ginny gestured wildly towards Fleur, who until now was doing a good job of avoiding the chaos, and blushed self-consciously when it was her turn to be the focus of all the anger.

"Ginny, just stop it!" Fleur lashed out. "I was trying to encourage you to come clean!"

"...Me?"

"Ginny, we know about the baby," said Arthur calmly. "We've known for days."

About a dozen different emotions collided violently inside Harry. He couldn't imagine what the expression on his face might look like. He slowly turned on the spot towards Ginny.

"I'm sure you're about to say something all noble and comforting," said Ginny dryly. "But you don't have to be that good of a boyfriend yet. No, I'm not pregnant."

"I applaud your performance, Gin-Gin," said George, "but nothing stays secret for long in this family." He jerked his head toward Ron.

"Wha—Why are you jerking your head towards me, don't jerk your head towards me!" Ron panicked.

"Why is he jerking his head towards you, Ron?" Ginny seethed.

"Hell if I know!" Ron said defensively. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, this is the first I've heard of any new babies!"

"Sorry, Ronniekins, but you spilled the beans to Teddy, and he sold you out," said George.

"You told Teddy that I'm pregnant!?" Ron flinched as Ginny smacked his arm.

"Using much more vulgar language," Molly whimpered, still trembling and desperately clutching onto Arthur for support.

"I did not tell Teddy that you're pregnant!" Ron spoke up. "I never even—"

He stopped speaking and his eyes bulged out. He and Hermione faced each other, realization dawning on their faces.

Ron's voice is small. "...Oh—Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!" he cowered as Hermione started furiously hitting him.

"You — complete — idiot Ronald Weasley!" she shouted with each hit.

Ginny's older brothers were looking far too pleased with themselves for her taste.

"Okay, so can we stop this charade now?" asked Bill.

"Okay, I don't know what this latest domestic incident is about," said Ginny, pointing at the sparring couple, "I just know that I'm not pregnant."

"Teddy heard Ron saying that Harry had knocked you up!" said Charlie.

"No….but I might have said that it was likely that he would knock her up."

Harry gaped at him. "Why were you discussing me knocking up Ginny at all!?" he demanded, as he physically restrained Ginny from attacking Ron.

"Because you both were being so bloody shameless!" Ron shouted back. "It's enough to drive anyone mental! Don't try to annoy your brother by having no self-control and then get mad when he says you have no self control!"

"I want the record to show that I did not partake in this line of reasoning and told him he was being ridiculous," said Hermione.

"Thanks for the support, Love," said Ron.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy all seemed to have deflated like balloons. Their faces matched their hair and they were looking anywhere but Ginny's furious face.

"Well...erm…." said Charlie, trying to keep his face stern, "Ron's right, you should still—"

"Oh, do not try to still chest-beat after you've all been exposed as idiots!" Ginny hissed. "You've all been absolutely terrible to Harry and me based on what a toddler overheard!"

"She is right," Fleur scolded her husband, rejoining the row now that she had calmed Victoire down, "If you zink zat she is pregnant, you should not start fights to stress 'er out! Shame on you!" Bill hung his head.

"You know, I really don't think that trying to manipulate Ginny into talking about it is much better," said Harry flatly, "You all need to mind your own business!"

"Yes, don't think I'm going to forget this any time soon!" Ginny waved a threatening finger at all of them. "Not only treating me like an idiot child who's been taken advantage of, but actually thinking we're stupid and reckless enough to unintentionally get pregnant in the first place!"

"See, Molly dear?" Arthur told his wife gently, "it was all just a misunderstanding." He had guided her into a chair and was trying to calm her down. Her breathing was quick and shallow and her eyes were darting around madly.

"...No. No, it all fit…" she shook her head violently, "They're covering it up. You need to tell the truth, Ginny!"

It was clear that there was no reasoning with her, she had become delirious by now from all the chaos and panic.

Ginny groaned. "All right, you want to settle this? Fine, let's settle this." And without another word, she marched out of the kitchen into the sitting room, threw some floo powder into the fireplace, called out "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared into the flames.

The kitchen was finally quiet for the next few minutes as Molly's breathing slowly but surely slowed down to merely anxious instead of an outright panic attack. Bill and Fleur were bickering quietly in French, while Hermione silently gave Ron her best "I told you so" look for not watching what he said around Teddy.

After what felt like an eternity, the fireplace roared to life again and Ginny marched back into the kitchen, dusting soot off her clothes.

"Where did you go?" asked Harry.

She held up a vial of clear liquid. "Apothecary," she said shortly. The unique shape of the bottle was instantly recognizable.

"Oh, well that's just great," said Ron tiredly. "Harry Potter's girlfriend hastily buying a pregnancy test potion, I'm sure that won't be in the headlines tomorrow."

Ginny ignored him as she skimmed over the card that came attached to the potion. "Okay, yeah, blue for boy, pink for girl, white for not pregnant."

She uncorked the flask, set it down on the table, used her wand to cut off a single strand of her hair, and lowered it into the solution. The clear, colorless contents of the bottle instantly started bubbling furiously.

"See?" Ginny barked furiously, "So, now that we've gotten this circus over with, I would greatly appreciate it if you gits kindly butted the hell out of my love life, and we can all….just….move….on…."

Her voice trailed off into nothing as her eyes remained locked on the vial on the table.

Which was now a bright, vibrant blue.

[pockcock]

parisienne!ymir headcanons

Parisienne!Ymir is much like Jeanne Damas when it comes to her styles. Lots of jeans or pants and white shirts, long trench coats and if it's not a 'good hair day' a beret is a must.

Parisienne!Ymir loves her morning coffee with jam on toast, she dips her bread into her coffee before drinking it and when she eats the bread, smoking is the cream for her coffee.

Parisienne!Ymir models for Channel, Burberry and Balmain. The only time you see her with a dress is probably a photoshoot day. She hates dresses but damn, she looks like a goddess in them.

Parisienne!Ymir has to have camembert in her fridge. And wine from Bordeaux. "Paris' wine is shit," she says while gulping that sweet red wine. The way she holds the wine glass can melt you like ice cream.

Parisienne!Ymir hates summers, winters and springs. She is a fall girl. She loves watching the leaves fall when they have that pretty orange color. She loves visiting Tour D'eiffel when the grass is full of pretty leaves, she scoops them over and sits down to enjoy the cold breeze.

Parisienne!Ymir lives in the 7th arrondissement, close to Musée d'Orsay. She has a very small apartment filled with cactuses. She hates them but never throws them away.

Parisienne!Ymir is obsessed with museums and old bookstores. She isn't particularly interested in any of the things in the museum but there's something about Musée du Louvre... She stands in front of "La Belle Ferronnière" by Leonardo Da Vinci for hours, just examining the beauty of this pretty woman. Her favorite part is the Egyptian Antiques and the Escalier Daru where "La Victoire de Samothrace" sits.

Parisienne!Ymir has a thing for politics and history. She hates talking about it but loves to read and research about coup d'états, revolutions, and wars. She enjoys looking at stupid generals who made stupid mistakes and lose a war. "Fucking men... only think about victory and glory," she says.

Parisienne!Ymir loves cursing. If someone is being an asshole in the traffic, she lowers her window and shouts "Fils de pute!" Verlan is a whole another story though... She thinks it's not very elegant. Yet you can still hear her saying “Ya trop de monde, c’est ouf. (It's so crowded here, it's crazy.)” under her breath when you two decide to see the Saine or a quick "Cimer... (Thanks...)" with a blush on her cheeks when you wipe the chocolate off of her lips.

Parisienne!Ymir is a goddess and she fucking knows it.

huge thanks to @maries-gallery because she is also a goddess... and @erenstellar I think you'd love these <3

© 2021 sunshinedragonofthewest. All rights reserved. Do not modify, copy, repost my work.

[lifeofkaze]

The Easter Dragon

Charlie Weasley x Reader

A/N: Happy Easter to all you lovely people!

Word Count: ~ 1.800 

With a sigh of relief, Charlie shut the door to his old room behind him and leaned against it for a moment. The Burrow was a madhouse today; all his brothers and his sister had arrived with their families to celebrate Easter with the Weasley grandparents. His parents loved their house being filled with the laughter of countless children once more, but Charlie was glad for the respite his old room provided him.

Everyone was here already, except for you. You weren’t scheduled to arrive until tomorrow, for the actual Easter celebrations. There had been some last minute emergency back at the dragon reserve that had demanded your immediate attention; under usual circumstances, Charlie would have stayed as well, but the circumstances were anything but usual this time.

He carefully placed his bag on his old bed and produced the giant chocolate egg he had secretly crafted in your kitchen back in Romania before he had left for England. His mother had told him how to do it; gifting each other chocolate eggs had been a tradition in the Weasley family since Charlie could remember.

He had given it his all; he had spent countless hours meticulously carving the scales out of the crimson coloured chocolate before he had sprinkled it with a fine layer of golden glitter to make it look like the egg of a Chinese Fireball; he knew they were your favourite breed.

Charlie brushed his old dragon miniatures on the desk to the side with his elbow before he delicately placed the dragon egg on the wooden surface. He lifted the top off and set it aside before he dug deep into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the small red box containing your present and placed it in the middle of the lower half. He assembled both halves again, making sure the scales on the outside were aligning, and sealed the crack in the chocolate with a flick of his wand.

He observed his work with a self-satisfied grin before placing the egg in the wicker basket he had stuffed with hay and some smaller chocolate eggs and pushed it back under his bed until the time for its great appearance had come.

Relieved that this part of your surprise was finished, he left the room to go help Bill put up the garden decorations his mother had forced on him, whistling happily to himself. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the two intrigued pairs of eyes watching him leaving his room from the shadow of the crooked staircase.

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When he returned an hour later, he stopped dead in his tracks upon finding the door to his room standing slightly ajar. The colour drained from his freckled face as he frantically raked his mind for the memory of whether he had locked the door or not. He pushed it open and went straight for the hiding place of his special Easter basket. He crouched down on the floor to peek under the bed and found his worst fear confirmed; the basket was gone.

His heart pounded faster as the panic started to set in; he had to find the dragon egg again. He searched the whole floor for it, then the next one down, and the ground floor afterwards. He was just rummaging through the kitchen as the sound of crinkling paper and giggles reached his ears from the adjacent living room.

Charlie spun around and followed the laughter to find his nieces and nephews assembled in a circle on the carpet, surrounded by heaps of coloured wrapping paper, mouths smudged with chocolate. In the middle of the carnage sat his basket, the red dragon egg the last thing to survive the feast.

“Where did you get that?” he asked them with the sternest Uncle-Charlie-voice he could muster.

The little rascals froze on their spot as their eyes collectively darted to their scolding uncle.

Little Lily finally plucked up her courage to answer him. “The Easter Bunny brought us chocolate!” she stated defensively. “We were even sharing!”

Charlie stemmed his hands into his hips. “The Easter Bunny, huh? Does this,” he pointed to his chocolate dragon egg, “look like a regular Easter egg to you?”

They all shook their head. “No, Uncle Charlie,” muttered Hugo.

“That’s because it’s something special,” Charlie lowered his voice conspiratorially. “It belongs to the Easter Dragon.”

James crossed his arms in front of his chest critically. “The Easter Dragon?”

“Exactly,” Charlie crouched down next to them. “He lives in Romania and like proper dragons do, he guards his treasure until the time is right. And he wants you to give his egg back.”

James hummed and leaned over to his cousin Fred II without taking his eyes off Charlie. “Do we believe that, Freddie?”

The other boy shook his head. “Not at all, James.”

“Thought so.” With a sudden lunge forward he tackled Charlie, who immediately lost his balance and crashed to the ground. James wrestled Charlie’s wand from the waistband of his trousers and held it up triumphantly before leaping off his stunned uncle.

“Run!” he shouted to the other children. Fred grabbed the precious egg and lead the pack out into the garden in a full sprint, James hot on his heels.

Charlie cursed in Romanian and scrambled to his feet. He cursed again as he realised his wandless state and set off after them.

Although their legs were fundamentally shorter than his, they were surprisingly fast, he had to give them that.

He was chasing them through the garden and back into the house again. George had joined him as he had leapt over the fence of the chicken compound. “Why are we running?” he had shouted at Charlie with his unmistakable mischievous laugh, but Charlie had been too out of breath to answer.

They raced them through the kitchen and up the stairs to the top landing. Charlie thought they had them cornered there, but these kids were surprisingly resourceful. They had climbed out of the window and onto the roof one by one and were clambering down on the many nooks and ledges of the Burrow by the time Charlie had reached them.

He could hear Hermione hysterically screaming from outside as she saw Hugo dangling from the ancient drains, but by the time she had her wand out, he had already let go and landed safely in James’s arms.

Charlie dashed down the stairs again with newfound determination; if he managed to reach the porch before they did, he would be able to intercept them and get his treasure dragon egg back.

He skittered out of the patio door to see the kids already making their way off the porch in the direction of the fields unfolding behind their garden. Freddie was still carrying the egg under his arm.

As they passed Victoire, who was lounging in a sunchair at the end of the patio, flicking through the pages of a magazine, she stuck her foot out all of a sudden without even batting an eye. James, who had been running in front, stumbled and came crashing down on the floorboards; the other children were unable to stop their momentum and tripped over him, landing on top of each other in a cluster of arms and legs.

“That’s for ratting Teddy and me out earlier,” Victoire stated indignantly, got up and strutted off.

Charlie was finally able to catch up with them, this flanks burning from the lack of air. As Freddie scrambled to his feet rubbing his elbow, he was able to take in the amount of damage the fall had wreaked on what had been the focal point for his great surprise for you only an hour ago.

The crimson chocolate egg had crushed beneath the weight of his nieces and nephews, the shattered remains scattered all over the floor. Charlie’s eyes quickly scanned the area for the small box the egg had held; unseen by the children, it had rolled under Victoire’s sunchair. Before anyone else could get their hands on it, he quickly scooped it up.

“What in Godric’s name happened here?”

Charlie jumped at the familiar voice coming from behind him. He quickly got up off the floor and hid the box behind his back as he turned around to face you.

He smiled in what he hoped looked like a surprised and innocent way as you strode up the steps from the garden to place a quick kiss on his lips.

“What’re you doing here already, love?” he murmured against your lips. “I thought they needed you back at the reserve until tomorrow.”

You hummed as you smiled up at your oddly flustered looking boyfriend. “We were able to settle things quicker than we thought we would, so I caught an earlier portkey.” You eyed him up and down. “Is everything alright?”

He was spared an answer as the kids, who had disentangled themselves from one another, took note of who had just arrived.

“Auntie Y/N!” they screeched as the raced past Charlie and almost knocked you back down the steps into the grass.

You laughed and ruffled their hair. Lily hugged your waist tightly and exclaimed “Look at what we nicked from the Easter Dragon!” She was waving one of the bigger shards of the chocolate egg in your face.

Your eyes found Charlie’s as you smiled down at the girl; they were shining with the laughter mirrored on your face. “The Easter Dragon, huh? Now that’s a dragon I’d like to meet; do you want to tell me all about him?” You picked Lily up and made your way over to the big tree at the corner of the garden where the old swing Charlie and his siblings had played on when they were children was situated.

All the kids followed her without so much as another glance at their uncle. Only Lily stuck his tongue out to him over your shoulder.

Charlie smiled to himself at the sight of you surrounded by the youngest members of your family. He opened the box he had still held hidden behind his back until now to check its content. He sighed with relief upon seeing that the ring situated inside was unharmed.

“Do you think she noticed something?” Bill had walked up to him, leaning on the railing lining their porch and casting a quick glance at his younger brother.

Charlie snapped the box shut again and stuffed it deep into his pocket. “I don’t think so.”

“And what are you going to do now? Your plan seems pretty much ruined to me.”

Charlie shrugged it off. “Doesn’t matter,” he grinned, “the Easter Dragon always finds a way.”

[kalimagik]

Strawberry

Fred Weasley x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Requested by @coffee-wihtout-caffeine​ - “Can I request Fred x reader where it’s throughout her pregnancy with supportive Weasley family? Like the entire pregnancy just bits through each month and dealing with the symptoms. Tia”

A/N: I had SO much fun writing this. I was so excited the whole time (i love babies and think pregnancy is beautiful, so I may have gotten carried away). It’s super fluffy, has something for each month, and a whole lot of cute Fred and a supportive Weasley family! It’s not my usual writing style, but still so fun. Feedback is always welcome! Comment, like, reblog! Happy Reading <3 (also, I got too excited to wait til tonight to post it, so its coming early)

Month 1

It had to be the stomach flu, what else could it be? Fred left you in bed that morning after you spent most of the night with your head over the toilet. You racked your mind, trying to figure out where you would have caught the stomach flu. That’s when it hit you. Running to the nearest convenience store, you bought the tests, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

You looked at the pregnancy test again and the other 3 that sat on the vanity, all positive. No, you and Fred weren’t trying for a baby, but you weren’t not trying either. A baby…you were going to have a baby, Fred’s baby.

The butterflies in your stomach were going to have a roommate. The thought made your lips curl into a grin as you looked into the mirror. A baby! Now you just had to tell Fred. Knowing you had a few hours, you rushed around the house like a mad woman. The rest of the day consisted of picking up, making dinner, and making yourself look presentable and not like you had spent most of the day in bed. The day also included throwing up every now and then, but you were actually kind of excited each time because it was just a reminder of the little boy or girl growing in your stomach.

When Fred walked through the door, you had your favorite “Love Songs” playlist playing, the dinner table set, and candles lit throughout the entire flat. “Is someone feeling better?” Fred called out above the music.

“Freddie! I’m in here,” you sang, still cleaning up pots and pans from dinner.

“What is all of this?” Fred asked, eyes widening at the sight laid out in front of him. “Did I forget an anniversary or something?” he chuckled, knowing very well that he didn’t. “This is wonderful, love. But, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Just sit down and you’ll find out!” You beamed, bringing Fred’s favorite food to the table, his mother’s meatballs with onion sauce with a treacle tart and cream puffs on the side for dessert.

“24 hour stomach flu pass?”

“Uhhh, for the most part,” you skirted around the subject a bit. You had a plan to tell him about the baby.

Dinner went by with your usual conversations about the day, the shop, and how George and the rest of the Weasleys were doing. When tart had been dished out, you stood up from your seat and went behind the couch to get your little gift.

“Okay, what is going on?” Fred asked, now confused as to why he got his favorite dinner, dessert, and now a present. “Did you do something I should be angry about? Did someone else do something that I should be taking credit for?”

“No, silly,” you giggle, sitting the present in front of him. “Just open this!” You watch him intently while standing as he takes the tissue paper out of the bag and unwraps the first little gift. The white tissue paper fell to the floor as he unfolded a little white onesie that read “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

“What’s this for? I’m not going to be an uncle or something am I? Is George around here trying to punk me?”

You just shook your head, an amused, close lipped smile set on your face. “Open the next one.”

Fred stuck his hand back into the small, blue bag and pulled out the long box that had probably once held a bracelet. When he pulled the lid off, there was the 4th and final positive pregnancy test that you had taken earlier in the day. Fred looked up at you, eyes wide. The hand not holding the box with the test reached for the onesie as he put two and two together.

“Are you- Is this? Does this mean-” You just nodded as he stumbled over his words.

“I’m pregnant,” you told him with a laugh/cry. Honestly, you weren’t sure what the noise was, but it was a happy one. Fred flew out of his seat so quickly to embrace you that his chair fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked again once he finally let you go and stopped kissing your face. You could only nod as the happy tears streamed down your face. “Oh, I guess I shouldn’t hug you so hard. Wouldn’t want to hurt the little lad or gal would I?”

“I think the little Weasley will be okay,” you smirk, hugging Fred a little tighter.

“So when can I tell George?”

You laugh as you kiss Fred’s cheek. “Not just yet, darling. Let’s see a doctor first”

Month 2

“So I can tell Georgie right after this right?” Fred asked as you sat in a room at St. Mungo’s waiting for the doctor.

“I enjoy you pretending to wait for my permission when I know you already told him,” you laugh, squeezing Fred’s hand while he helps you onto the chair for the mothers to be. “He was not very subtle when I came by the shop the other day. He was talking about inventing baby friendly products for the shop.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically at the memory.

“Okay, I may have apparated to our little flat above the shop where he was at the time after you fell asleep the night that you told me.” He pouted, looking for forgiveness from you.

You had to stifle your giggles when the doctor knocked on the door to let you know that she was entering.

“Good afternoon Y/N,” she smiled at you as she pulled out the contraption for looking at the baby’s growing form. “I see you have Fred Weasley with you again.”

The last appointment, he may or may not have dropped a dung bomb that made its way into his jacket pocket accidentally on their way out.

“Hello there, Dr. Woodson,” Fred grimaced. “Good to see you again. Don’t worry, I double checked my pockets before coming this time.”

“Very good,” your doctor nodded curtly. “Well then, let’s get started, shall we?”

Your doctor talked you through the images that you and Fred saw on the screen. “Your baby is now about the size of a pomegranate seed since you’re in the 6th week,” she finished. You sat and watched in awe. The baby was so much bigger than just a few weeks ago when you were in for the first visit that confirmed your pregnancy. “Do you have any questions for me?” Dr. Woodson asked at the end of the appointment.

You shook your head, already having read all about it in the pregnancy books you had bought a few weeks earlier. Fred was the one to pipe up. “So, my brother’s wife was pregnant a year ago or so, and she got really, really cranky. Is my wife going to do that too?”

“Fred?!” you scoffed, playfully slapping him in the arm.

“You see, it’s already starting a little bit and I was just wondering how bad it will actually get.” He continued ignoring you.

Your doctor chuckled slightly before she stood up with your charts in hand. “It was good to see you both again. Y/N, you can schedule your next appointment at the front desk on your way out. Send me an owl if you have any questions or concerns.”

After saying goodbye, Fred helped you off the chair, even though he didn’t have to, and you dressed back into your clothes that were not yet maternity wear, but starting to get a little snug in some areas.

“All ready, love?” he asked after you dressed.

“Let’s go.”

Month 3

“Are you ready?” Fred asked as you stood at the door of his childhood home. He was grinning from ear to ear. Today was the day that the two of you had decided to tell his family about the baby. You told your parents a few days earlier and they couldn’t be happier, but that was two people. Now it was time to face Fred’s parents, six siblings, and all of their significant others.

“Very ready,” you smiled back. Fred had been sitting on the edge of his seat for nearly a month whenever you visited. It was the end of your third month and therefore an appropriate time to start telling the family.

“Mum! We’re here!” Fred called out as he opened the door.

“OHHH! Y/N, Fred! Welcome. I’m so happy you both could make it!”

“We always come for Sunday night dinner, Mrs. Weasley,” you laughed while being buried into one of her notorious bear hugs.

“Woah there, mum. Don’t want to crush Y/N and our-” Fred cut himself off before he let the word ‘baby’ slip. Luckily, Molly was a blur around the house that she hadn’t even noticed. After giving Fred a quick hug, she called up to the rest of the family and feet began stampeding down the stairs.

“Wow, it is getting a little crowded in here,” you laughed as you hugged Ginny, Hermione, George, Ron, Harry and then Bill, Charlie, Fleur and little Victoire. “Even Teddy is here!” you smiled as you hugged the 3 year old with bright blue hair.

“The more the merrier is our motto!” Arthur Weasley boomed as he came into the kitchen as well.

“It’s a good thing that you think that way, dad!” Fred beamed, sharing a quick glance with George. At this rate, the family was going to learn the news before everyone even sat down for dinner.

Pre-dinner chats ensued and then Mrs. Weasley called them all from the living room to the table. That’s when she started handing out the wine. She had decided it was a special occasion because EVERYONE was at dinner. Bill and Fleur were in France the previous week and Charlie was back from Romania for a period of time. Even Percy managed to pull himself away from his busy work life. You looked at Fred with a small, close lipped smile, letting him know that it’s time to spill the news. Everyone would find out soon enough when you refused the wine.

You took your seat next to Fred with Ginny on your other side, leaning into Fred as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple. Then, he cleared his throat to get the 12 other people’s attention.

“I’d like to make a toast,” he announced, raising his glass. “I can’t imagine this night being any better. Spending time with my amazing family, the extensions included,” he nodded to Harry, Hermione, and Fleur. “It’s a big family, but it’s about to get a little bigger. Currently a plum size bigger.” You nudged Fred slightly. He had been making fun of you for announcing which food your baby’s size matched each week.

“Oi, cut to the chase down there. I can’t hold it in for much longer! I’m bursting at the seams over here!” George hollered from the other end of the table.

Your smile grew as you made eye contact with Molly. You could tell she already knew what Fred was going to say, but was letting him break the news.

“Y/N and I are pregnant!” Fred’s signature grin was plastered on his face and you didn’t think that he’d been wiping it off anytime soon.

“This is brilliant!” Ginny cheered as she wrapped an arm around you. “I get to be an aunt, again!” she smiled at Victoire.

“Victoire,” Fleur got the little girl’s attention. “Yoo are going to be a couzin to a ittle boy or girl. Eesn’t zis exciting?”

“Ronald and I can babysit whenever you need a break,” Hermione offered, Ron nodding along, even though he wasn’t too sure if he wanted to be with a baby around his fiancé just yet.

The congratulations and excitement lasted all through dinner. By the end, Bill and Fleur offered you Victoire’s baby clothes if you had a girl, Arthur said he could fix up the cradle they used for all their children, Molly had already started knitting a little hat and bootie set. It was crazy and chaotic, but you loved every second of it. This was your wild family now and the wild family that your baby would get to grow up with.

Month 4

You paced around your flat with a hand on your forehead and one on your stomach. You had just gotten back from your appointment, the high of telling the Weasley family about the pregnancy two nights ago still lingering. Of course, once you went to see Dr. Woodson, the feeling changed.

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“Oh, that’s interesting,” Dr. Woodson had said as she ran her wand over your stomach to look at the baby.

“What?” you asked. She’d never said anything like that before.

“It seems we may have missed something.” She pulled an image up. “Normally we would catch this earlier, but see that there.” She pointed and you nodded. “Well, there appears to be a second fetus and a second heartbeat that I must have missed before. Y/N Weasley, you are having twins!”

-

Laying down on the couch, you thought about what having twins would mean. Two of everything really. Fred and George’s shop was doing great again and they were acquiring Zonko’s in Hogsmeade too, so money wouldn’t technically be an issue. But, twins! They could be a little Fred and George exactly and that would be a handful. The doctor never said that they were identical necessarily, so you could have a boy and a girl.

“Honey! I’m hoooome!” Fred sang opening the door.

“With your favorite brother-in-law!” George sang after him.

Both twins sat grocery bags on the table. “What’s all this?” you asked, mind still focused on the news you got earlier in the day.

“We have decided to cook you dinner!” George said triumphantly.

You looked at the identical faces that stood before you, both grinning at you. “Fred, we’re having twins!” you blurted out at them, not able to hold it in any longer. Fred dropped the bag he was still holding, apples and oranges rolling all over the floor.

“Twins.” He said, eyes glazed over, looking past you and at the wall, where the onesie that you gave him the day you told him you were pregnant was hanging.

“You’re going to have a mini Fred and I?!” George squealed in excitement. He shook Fred’s shoulders, bringing him back to the present.

“That we are!” you smiled, appreciating the enthusiasm. “Well maybe, we could have girls, or a girl and a boy. We won’t know until the end of next month,” you explained, rambling.

That’s when Fred went into total care mode. “Do you need to sit down? You should be sitting down. Mum always complained about what Georgie and I did to her body and how hard carrying twins was.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Freddie,” you giggled, “maybe YOU should sit down!”

“Yes, perhaps I shall, love.” Fred plopped down onto the couch as you went into the kitchen to grab him a cup of water. “Twins, wow.” You heard him breathe out in the living room.

“He is happy about it, just processing,” George whispered to you as he started to put your groceries away.

“I know,” you smiled, “he is going to make a great dad!”

Month 5

Your stomach was really bulging at this point. Two little ones growing in there. You were beyond excited as you slid on a maternity dress with sunflowers plastered all over it. It had become your favorite dress, comfortable, stretchy, it had pockets. But, today, you put it on for your gender reveal party. Originally, you and Fred were going to wait and be surprised by the sex of the babies, but Molly and even George changed your minds.

They agreed that once they received the news, Dr. Woodson would write the genders on pieces of paper, seal them in an envelope, and send them with an owl to Molly. Now, you were getting ready for that party. You were more going along with Fred when you originally said you’d wait to find out the sexes, but now you were giddy!

“Love, are you ready? Everyone is downstairs,” Fred knocked on his childhood door as he opened to take in the room that hadn’t changed in years. You followed Fred down the stairs, him holding your hand the whole way to ensure that you didn’t trip down the stairs. He may be loud, boisterous, and reckless usually, but since he learned about the twins, he treated you as if you were a china doll, it was so sweet.

“Surprise!” a hoard of people called when you exited the Burrow. The Weasleys had completely decked out their yard on the spring evening. Twinkle lights flooded the area with light as the sun set to the west. Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom had brought in tons of flowers that surrounded the tables. All the pinks and blues were bright as can be, signifying the news that was about to be shared with everyone, even the parents.

“Merlin! It’s beautiful! Thank you,” you beamed, taking in as much of the yard at once as possible.

The party was a blast. Blue and pink food. Cute little presents left out with yellows and greens. Tons of little Gryffindor attire, even though you’d be okay with your children being in any of the houses. But the time for the reveal drew closer.

“Y/N, Fred. Stand here,” Molly ordered them. “George is out back setting everything up.”

You were shaking with excitement. Your family and Fred’s family all held sparklers that lit the darkness. The colors reflected off of your and Fred’s skin. He glanced over at you and whispered, “You’ve been glowing this whole time, but you’re really glowing now,” before leaning down and kissing your cheek.

“Everyone ready?” George called from behind the hedge. “3…2…1!”

The sky exploded with fireworks of blue and pink. Your hand flew to your mouth as you took in the sight. “We’re getting a little boy AND a little girl, Freddie,” you laughed, happy to now know. Fred hugged you tightly, leaving just enough room for your protruding belly.

“We’re having a boy and a girl,” he repeated, grinning ear to ear. Everyone let the two of you have your moment before flooding you with hugs and congratulations.

Month 6

“Psssst, Freddie.” You whispered, peaking at the clock quickly. It read 1:30 AM…oops.

“Yes, love,” Fred whispered as he yawned before turning over and lazily slinging an arm over your body.

“I’m hungry…” you said, big, pouty, pleading eyes already in place as Fred opened one of his. “Will you pleeeeease get me some chocolate covered strawberries and the cheesiest nachos you can find?”

“That is the strangest combination that I have ever heard.” Fred grunted as he pushed the blankets down. “You sure you can eat both of those things?”

So far, you had found that you could no longer even look at any kind of fish, tuna was WAY out of the question, the smell of tomatoes made you gag, and turkey was a big no go. In fact, most meat was starting to make you queasy and you could only eat it sometimes.

“It’s what I’m craving, so I think so?”

“Sounds good, love. I’ll be right back.” Fred threw on some pants and a jacket and apparated out of the flat. You laid back in your bed, feeling extremely content as you pulled the blankets up to your chin just to throw them off. You’d been going from freezing to feeling like a million degrees every few minutes.

That familiar pop could be heard as Fred brought the food to you in bed. “Nachos and chocolate covered strawberries for my beautiful, glowing wife. We can never go back to the Spanish restaurant on the corner or the market next to it ever again. You don’t want to know how angry the owners were when I woke them up.”

You had already dug into the food before Fred could undress and get back into bed again. “Are you going to save me any?” he chuckled, sliding back into the sheets.

“Yes, you can have some.” You told him, mouth full and chocolate dribbling down your chin.

“Let me run to the loo before I go to bed again,” Fred told you, getting up once more. By the time he walked back into the room, you were there fast asleep, box of chocolate covered strawberries on one side and box of nachos on the other. Fred couldn’t stop laughing as he picked up the open food and wiped off your face before kissing your forehead and pulling you close to him.

Month 7

“FRED!! It’s so hot!” you complained. You could feel the sweat sliding down every inch of your body and you felt disgusting. You felt huge and being pregnant was not fun anymore. You were big, couldn’t move easily, and your ankles had swollen to three times their normal size.

In the July heat, you just felt terrible.

“Let me get you another fan and some lemonade.” Fred offered.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so cranky with you,” you apologized to Fred when he came to sit back down next to you, handing you a glass of lemonade.

“You have every right to be cranky with me,” he smiled, kissing the side of your head as he had been doing so often now. “You’re carrying my babies. Speaking of which, we should come up with some names. It could be fun!”

You took a deep breath, trying to relax on the couch. “Yes, let’s do that!” Fred had already begun preparing the nursery and Molly and Fleur had sent over hordes of clothes. Planning was tiring you out, as fun and cute as it was, so maybe brainstorming names would be a blast.

“Now, George thinks we should name at least one of them after him. If we did that, we should name the girl Georgia because I think George would throw a fit if the girl was actually named after him. And then the boy could be Fred Jr.”

You looked dead eyed at Fred, not thinking his ‘joke’ was funny. “We are not making, no excuse me, forcing our twins to be mini-yous. Nope, not happening. Veto, next.”

“Okay, geez,” Fred chuckled as he took your hand in his own, knowing you would complain about being hot if he put his arm fully around you.

“Mhmmmm,” you thought out loud. “What about Andrew for the boy. You know, for my brother? I’d like to honor him after losing him 2 years ago in the war.”

“I think that would be nice,” Fred smiled softly at you. “Andrew it is. Andrew Weasley has a good ring to it. We can call him Drew for short too.”

“I think so too,” you agreed.

“Now, for a girl, this is a serious suggestion,” Fred prepared you. “Olivia. I’ve always liked that name.” he played with your fingers.

“Andrew and Olivia Weasley. I think it could work. That was much easier than I thought it was!” You laughed with joy.

“Fred, Y/N, Andrew, and Olivia. Our little family. You like your new names, kids?” Fred spoke to your stomach.

Month 8

“Nope, do not get out of bed!” Fred ordered after you tried to get out of bed. “Doctor’s orders. Plus, Mum is already here.”

Molly Weasley had been coming to your flat nearly every other day to help you and Fred around the house. Dr. Woodson placed you on bed rest the previous week and it was complete AGONY.

“But, Freddie, there is so much we still have to do. I can help.”

“Nope, George and I have it covered. Plus you know the rest of the family will help with whatever we need. You just sit here and rest. Liv and Drew are still growing in there.”

“Yes they are,” you giggled, rubbing your stomach. “I swear they were wrestling in there last night! They were being so active! Kicking and moving around. If these two fight during their entire childhoods, we will be in for some rough years!”

“I bet they will be best friends,” Fred smiled. “Look at Georgie and I! And, if they have any younger siblings in the future, they can team up against them.”

“I should hope not!” you scoffed. Your banter settled as Molly hurried into the room with a breakfast tray.

“Mum will take good care of you today and Ginny mentioned stopping by later, okay?” Fred told you as he kissed you goodbye. “I won’t be too late tonight. Everyone on Diagon Alley seems to know that you’re expecting, so even though business is booming, the shop is ready to be closed at closing!

“Sounds good, dear.” You replied, pushing the eggs to the side. You forgot to tell Molly that you weren’t eating those now because of the babies.

“I’ll take those for you,” Fred chuckled, eating your eggs, sipping some water, and kissing you one more time before leaving. “Have a good day!”

“Bye, hun,” you giggled again as she left. At least you had the company of all the Weasley guests throughout the days when he was gone.

Month 9

“They’re due any day, Freddie!” You squealed. You had attempted to jump a little, but that just made you have to pee, so you stopped that immediately. “When they get here, we can hold them all the time and I’ll be able to move freely!”

You had secretly begun doing the things that you hoped would speed along the delivery date. You were eating spicy foods, walking around when no one was watching you and forcing you back to bed, drinking raspberry tea, everything! Well, not everything. You had try to convince Fred to have sex with you the night before, but he refused. Said it was weird with two babies in there, even though you looked beautiful and he would love to.

You had just rolled your eyes at him in response, but you did try!

“You going to come out soon, little ones?” You asked your stomach. “At least one perk of being so large is that I can sit the box of chocolate covered strawberries on my stomach.” You hummed happily, eating another one of the treats that had been your favorites during your pregnancy.

You had eaten them so many times that Molly just started making them regularly for you so that Fred didn’t have to go buy them at all hours of the day randomly.

“Can I come to Diagon Alley with you today?” you asked hopefully. “I need to get out of this house. Everything is ready and I’ve been cooped up for too long.”

Fred stood there thinking, but you pleaded some more, getting him to finally give in. “Only if you promise to not walk around too much.”

“I promise! I’ll sit at Florean’s the whole time!” You drew and X over your heart to seal the promise.

You breathed in the air deeply as you took in the atmosphere of the Alley. The newer owners of the ice cream shop brought you more ice cream each time that you asked for some and whenever you tried to pay, they refused. Yet another perk of being pregnant.

Numerous people had walked by and chatted with you while Fred was at the shop and he came by every so often to check on you. It was a pleasant day. That was until an excruciating pain occurred in your stomach.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” you whined, hands immediately holding your stomach. “Excuse me,” you pulled one of the waiters aside. “Would you run down to the joke shop and get my husband, please?”

The trip to St. Mungo’s was a blur. Fred was holding your hand the entire way, helping you into your hospital gown, and just being an overall sweetheart as per usual. Molly Weasley and your mum filtered in and out of the room. It wasn’t until Dr. Woodson announced that just those going into the delivery room could stay that the chaos slowed. Even if it was just you and Fred in the room, you knew that every single Weasley and Y/L/N was in the waiting room and would be until your two children entered the world.

Four hours later, you had finished pushing, you had finished working your body to exhaustion. Four hours later, you held two little babies in your arms and they were beautiful. Fred’s smile was so wide and he was so proud as he took Andrew from you and then Olivia.

“You did beautifully, darling,” he whispered, looking at the two children in his arms. The tears were still streaming down your face, stupid post-birth hormones. “Are you ready for the family? They’ll come back in small groups.” You nodded laying your head back on the pillows. It was September 8th. The day your little family had its first addition of many.

You could see the little heads of Olivia and Drew peaking over the blankets as different family members held them. Their hair was strawberry red, just like your favorite snack.

[booksforevermore13]

Nine days (at long last)

Summary: Harry wants to propose to Ginny, but it turns out to be a lot harder than he thought. In the end, it takes nine days.

A/N: Huge, huge thanks to my awesome teammates Autumn, Ashleigh and Hannah for looking through the fic! I had a lot of fun writing this (after ditching another one I wrote) but in the end, I'm glad it turned out okay! Read it on Fanfiction or AO3 if you prefer!

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"Mate, if you're waiting for the right moment, this is it."

"I know."

"Like, now."

"I know."

"She's looking at you, mate."

"I know."

"It's now or never."

"I know," Harry hissed, glaring at Ron. Consciously, he glanced at her again, standing between Bill and George and laughing as George spoke, and, if he hadn't chosen today as the day he proposed, he'd have been laughing along with her. But her eyes were on him, and then not, as her gaze turned to George and she laughed and Harry found himself immediately missing her gaze.

"I know what the problem is," Ron announced and Harry looked at him, arching an eyebrow in question.

"What?"

"You," Ron pointed at him, "are going to propose to her," and then pointed at Ginny, "my sister. My only sister."

"I know who I am going to propose to, Ron. Get to the point."

"The point is that I," he declared, "am her brother. It doesn't fundamentally work for me to tell you, my best mate, to marry my only sister. That… that's like violating the brother's code."

Harry rubbed his forehead, glancing warily at the glass of whisky in Ron's hand. In the short span in which Hermione had gone to help Mrs. Weasley with the cooking, he'd downed more than he would have with her around.

"How much have you had to drink, Ron?"

"Enough to be disgusted by the two of you simply looking at each other. You act as if you've never seen her before, Merlin."

"Oh, god, Ron, she's looking at me again."

The last time he'd been this nervous was back in his sixth year and that was when he and Ron had been dolts of the highest calibre. When he looked at Ron again, he was shaking his head in exasperation.

"Yeah, why is that, Harry? Did she find out you've been staring at her for the last ten minutes?" Ron hissed and Harry glared at him.

He clearly wasn't expecting Ron to give him a sharp nudge to his ribs, and when he did, Harry found himself a lot closer to Ginny than he was before. This time, when he turned, Ron nodded excitedly at him and when he looked at Ginny again, this time, her eyes were already on him.

"Hey," he found himself saying as he walked near her. George leaned over to say something to Bill but stepped away as Ginny turned on them, and they put their hands in the air, grinning.

"Hey back," Ginny said as he neared, and if he hadn't been so secretive these last few days, he'd have thought she'd figured it out.

For a second, he wished he hadn't chosen the Burrow to be where he proposed. nine days before Christmas, too. It was a time when everyone in the family was there, and the extended family too, and the Burrow became so crammed up that they slept on the couches and conjured tents outside. Harry loved it, but given the time, it might not have been his ideal choice for a proposal.

But the Burrow was and had remained the place where he had the most good memories, the best ones, with the people he loved and who loved him back, and in the end, he'd figured this to be the right place. The best one.

"You want to say something to me, Harry?" Ginny asked, and Harry realised with a jerk that he'd been staring.

"I do." He coughed and patted his coat pocket, searching for the box. "It's uh… very important."

"Yeah?" Ginny smiled and stepped forward, putting her hands around his neck. Consciously, he could feel eyes on them, but focused on Ginny, the slight smile on her face, her flaming red hair falling in waves down her shoulder and when he looked closer, the tiny flecks of golden brown in her eyes.

Where in the bloody hell was that box?

"You look beautiful," he stammered, searching his jeans for the box. He'd told her that before, but in the heat of the moment, complimenting her was the only thing coming to mind. He checked his coat pocket again. He was sure he'd had it while talking to Ron. He'd felt it.

"Harry." He heard Ginny say his name and looked up at her to see her chuckling."What is it you want to say?"

"I… uh…"

It wasn't there. The bloody box wasn't there. Harry brought out his hands from his pocket and with one hand, brushed back some of her hair behind her ear. "It's nothing," he found himself saying. "Just uh… want you to know how much I love you."

And that if I could find that ring, I'd get down on one knee right now.

Ginny laughed and if Harry could have bottled that sound and got drunk on it every day, he would have. "Where's this coming from?"

"Nowhere," he said hurriedly. Goddamnit.

Harry could see she was trying not to laugh. "What's going on, Harry?" Ginny asked, and Harry stilled.

Should he tell her? Without the ring? Harry looked at her, taking note of every small detail, even though he'd done it a thousand times before. The sprinkle of freckles around her nose, the golden brown flecks in her eyes. Her face was so close to him that he could smell the sweet fragrance of the sherry she'd been drinking and Harry knew that if anything, she deserved a perfect proposal. So, he shook his head and waited a moment longer. Then he kissed her.

If there were any groans from the audience, he didn't notice, nor did he care about the fact that he was kissing her in front of her brothers, who'd threatened him more than once for the mere feat that was dating her. No, instead, he cupped her cheek to bring her closer, one hand lost in her hair.

When they finally broke for air, and she looked at him with that knowing smirk on her face, Harry couldn't help but kiss her again.

"Have I ever told you," he said breathlessly, "that your hair is really soft after you wash it?"

And she laughed, and Harry felt a surge of disappointment because after all the talk of right moments, he knew that if he could do it, he'd do it now.

When they finally turned, the crowd around them had left, all except for Ron looking disapprovingly at him, Hermione who'd come back during the commotion and who was now shaking her head at him in earnest, and George with a rather bored look on his face.

"I thought it was going to be interesting," he said, and then shuddered. "Instead, all we got was a very public display of affection. Merlin."

And as Ginny laughed beside him, Harry couldn't help but blush.

Try another day, it was.

…

Harry shivered as he stepped inside the Burrow. It was two in the night and the silence he entered was almost jarring. Pots clanging, Victoire crying, Teddy's excited voice from the living room, George and Ron laughing in the backyard, Ginny screaming at her brothers; it had become a comfort to hear it. Now, however, silence.

He welcomed the warm gust of air as he closed the door behind him, shrugging off his coat and jacket, keeping his boots on the mat. He'd not expected a call from the Ministry that night. Two nights before Christmas, and they'd spotted Mulciber in a Muggle village, and he'd had to go in. They'd not anticipated anyone else, but when they Apparated there Mulciber had not been alone.

"Hey," he heard a voice and turned around, a smile on his face before he even saw who it was.

Ginny was sitting on the couch, a tub of ice-cream in her hand.

"What are you doing up?"

She shrugged. "I had a very strong craving for blueberry ice-cream," Ginny said and Harry laughed.

This was not the first time he'd come back home to see her up. Harry'd never said it, but it was comforting, coming back home at three in the morning to see her licking off ice-cream right from the tub. He'd sit beside her and she'd open up a tub of chocolate and they'd eat it until it melted.

Harry sat beside her on the couch.

"How'd the mission go?"

"Rough," he replied, not bothering to lie. Ginny knew him well enough to catch his bluff.

"What happened?" she asked, and he could hear the distinct concern in her voice, the fear in her eyes.

"Nothing major. Avery was hoping for a tussle when we went in. There were a dozen of them, five of us. Took us by surprise."

He felt her still beside him and looked at her, smiling reassuringly.

"Was anyone hurt?"

"No. Bruises, stuns, splinches, nothing that'll stay."

"And you?"

"I'm fine."

She sighed, and Harry leaned against her, too awake to feel sleepy, yet completely worn out. He felt Ginny move under him and then her thumb rubbing circles on the juncture between his thumb and his index. He smiled absently, closing his eyes in comfort.

"You know," Ginny said softly, "George and I, we scrounged up a T.V today, televelly something."

"Television." Harry smiled absently. She was offering a distraction, and Harry was glad she was. He needed one.

"That," Ginny chuckled. "We fixed it. Well, Hermione did and then we found this… this… some moony…. moovyon it."

"You mean, a movie?"

"Yes, that," Ginny said indignantly and Harry laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Anyway," she waved around her hands, "I found a movie on it, and it's the same as a book I read when I was young. Frankenstein."

"You've read that?"

Ginny nodded, and then got up, squeezing his hand as she did and then rummaged under the table for something. She walked behind the sofa, and hauled up a large cube like thing, covered by the black cloth. Harry watched her in confusion as she took out her wand and charmed a table mat into a socket, and then took off the black cloth.

"Wait, you really found a T.V?"

She looked at him, an eyebrow arched. "You thought I was joking?"

"No," he said, and Ginny smiled.

She rummaged around a few more minutes, conjuring up things, fixing wires into sockets and then sat down beside him, a remote in hand.

"Don't look so surprised, this is all Hermione," Ginny said and pointed to the screen "I thought this was a mirror."

Harry had to hold back a laugh before she peered at the remote and pressed a button and he whistled as the screen came to life. Ginny wiggled her eyebrows at him and then pressed a few more buttons, and as fast as the screen had lit up, a black and white series of images appeared on the screen.

"I know, I'm brilliant," Ginny said, smirking at him.

"Damn right.'

She turned her gaze to the screen and he followed her. Frankenstein. He knew the movie. He didn't like it. Harry had seen it last at the Dursleys, and he, quite frankly, hadn't been big on a movie which showed someone creating a monster and then dying at the hands of the said monster he created. It was terrifying for him.

He didn't say anything, seeing Ginny's face. She was excited and happy, and seeing her like this made it a little more bearable for him, but he was positively miffed when he saw the monster being created and right on the edge of covering his face when it killed its first victim.

It was all well and good until he saw the man talk to the creature, and that was when he knew he was done.

"Ginny," he said breathlessly, "hey, Gin?" and as Ginny turned to him, he didn't know if he should have laughed or jumped around the living room thrice.

He turned his face in embarrassment, as Ginny looked at him and promptly started laughing, her laughter echoing in the room before Harry pressed his palm on her mouth and her voice was muffled. She quieted down, but he could see her glinting in the dimming light of the fire.

"Merlin, sorry," Ginny chuckled, "I shouldn't laugh."

He tensed again as the monster in question roared.

"Gin, this movie, it's really scary, seriously," he said quickly, "but you're enjoying it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?"

"It's a classic!" Ginny laughed. "Merlin, Harry, take a chance. What harm can it do?"

"Oh, I took a chance. Fifteen years ago. I don't see how people find this," he pointed at the screen, "this scary, murderous movie where everyone dies as a cinematic masterpiece."

Ginny was still laughing and Harry's ears were now a bright red, and he couldn't have been more embarrassed.

When Ginny finally switched the T.V off, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"How," Ginny said and he shook his head, knowing what was to come, "can a person like you, who fights Death-Eaters on a daily basis, be scared of a movie?"

Harry tapped his forehead in exasperation and Ginny laughed.

"God, you're adorable."

She leaned forward, kissing him and then moving away, but Harry held onto her waist, bringing her close to him. Perhaps now was the right time to do it, he thought. Maybe he should take out the ring now.

There were only them here, she was in his arms, he could just take out the ring and ask.

But what if it was too early? What if she said no?

Harry looked at her, and Ginny leaned forward, her hands around her neck as she kissed him and Harry wondered how long it'd take for him to gather the courage he so direly needed. In a way, this was more daunting than the monster Frankenstein had created.

But then he heard a noise, a clicking noise, and a smell of something burning, and they broke off, Harry still holding Ginny close to him, alert for any signs of danger, when they saw it.

The socket was smoking. Bloody smoking.

"Shit!" Ginny cursed, and scrambled up, Harry behind her, and before Ginny could touch anything, Harry wrenched out the socket.

"Oh, shit," Ginny repeated, seeing the blackened metal. "Oh, Merlin, no."

"There goes our Frankenstein," Harry mumbled. And my proposal.

Ginny glared at him.

…

Christmas was every bit as wonderful as he had imagined it. As he had imagined it every year. No, the right word wasn't wonderful. It was happy.

Harry, by now, was convinced that Christmas was meant for the Weasley family.

A strong gust of wind blew and he smiled as he heard Ron's voice and then a cracker burst and then Mrs. Weasley yelling.

"Hey." He heard Ginny behind him and turned.

"Hey back."

"A change of colours, I see?" Ginny asked, looking at his sweater. Consciously, he tugged at it, then looked at her.

"I think Mrs. Weasley ran out of red yarn." He smiled, brushing the golden yellow snitch on the hem of his sweater. It was blue this year, and Harry had been surprised when he'd opened the package, but it had essentially been one of the best gifts he'd got.

Ginny walked near him, slipping her hands in his. They were hands which knew how to hold on and yet simultaneously set you free.

He was going to do it.

"Gin," he started, the weight of the ring in his pocket reassuring. "I have to ask you something."

She nodded and Harry continued. "I… I love you. It's no secret. I… you are… I love you so much. It was and has always been… you." He waited, out of breath, but he wasn't going to stop.

"You love me like I'm the person who actually deserves your love."

"But you are the only one who does," Ginny said, and Harry, for a moment, couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to deserve her.

Momentarily, he looked down, taking out the box, but when he looked up again, his eyes widened. This time, Ginny was holding a box too, identical to his, and her eyes were shining.

"What… h-how?" he stammered and Ginny laughed.

"How do you think?" she said, "Didn't think I'd know you were trying to propose to me for the last nine days now, Harry, did you?"

"It was supposed to be a secret!"

Ginny laughed, and Harry laughed too, though he was a bit disgruntled by the fact that she'd known the whole time. Maybe he wasn't as smooth as he thought he was but it was a mystery to him how she had known.

"Where did you find the ring the first time you lost it, Harry?"

Harry gaped at her, and chuckled unbelievably. "How?" he said, then chuckled again. "With Teddy."

"Yes, well, he showed it to me before he gave it to you. Clearly, he knew the ring was meant for me."

This time, Harry laughed out loud, and her hand still in his, he brought her closer to him.

"And if that wasn't enough, my hair being soft essentially gave it away," she said with a smirk.

Harry kissed her on the forehead, and then on the lips. He frowned as Ginny drew away, but it turned into a smile, as he saw her opening the box.

The ring inside was identical to his, the only difference being the vines running along its length. He took out his ring from the box, holding it beside hers, flowers and vines side by side.

When he looked up, Ginny's eyes were shining with tears. He knew his were, too.

"So," she said, "will you marry me?"

Harry laughed, and then gently put the ring on her middle finger.

"Only if you marry me, too."

And Ginny laughed, and cried, and he thought he did too and in the end when her lips collided with his, he knew it had been worth it.

In the end, he was glad he'd waited nine days.

...

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a secret santa proposal // george weasley

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a/n: i think this and one more with neville are my last christmas fics! just winter themed ones after that! i actaully love this fic so much, i’ve always been so intrigued by the next generation of weasley kids and this is the first fic i’ve gotten to include them in (plus teddy lupin because i couldn’t help myself). as always, thank you so much for reading <33

(implied female reader)

summary: George gets you the perfect secret Santa gift

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George had gone to Diagon Alley nearly every day this week. His feet hurt when he got home from walking all day, and at some point, he even got some windburn on his lips.

You and George were due at the burrow on Friday for a Christmas dinner. A Christmas dinner that would end with secret Santa gift exchanges.

You had picked Ginny, deciding to get her a lovely scarf and matching cardigan almost right after finding out you got her. George, however, was having a little more difficulty.

George wanted this year’s gift to be perfect. He felt even more pressure knowing you’d be opening his gift in front of his entire family, rather than in the privacy of the flat you shared.

“Honey, come back to bed,” you groaned when you felt his weight shift off the bed, patting your hand on his now empty side of the bed.

“I can’t, shops open soon,” he grumbled, shuffling into the bathroom at the ungodly hour it was.

He had been refusing to tell you who he got, insisting that the secret part was the most fun of it all. You rolled your eyes but indulged his secrecy. This, however, was getting too much. You wanted a lay-in with your boyfriend, for god’s sake.

George walked against the wind- scarf pulled over his lips after learning his lesson- as he neared the shop he had been looking for. 

It was a muggle jewelry shop. 

The idea had come to him the second he picked your name, but something in him was making him second guess himself. You had been dating for four years, you were serious adults, and he loved you more than anything in his life. Still, he had doubts.

What if you thought Christmas engagements were cheesy? What if you thought he was going too fast? What if you walked out and left him at his family home on his knee?

George paced in front of the shop, glancing at the door and reaching out to open it every once and a while only to retract his hand. Eventually, he worked up the nerve and opened the door. If he was this nervous to even enter the shop, how would he choose a ring? How the hell would he manage to propose? 

Once inside, he took off his beanie and shook his hair out, glancing around the store. It was warm and quiet, filled with dazzling amounts of jewelry. 

All the hesitation he had felt left him at once, and he knew he had to do this. He knew this was right, and he knew fairly quickly which ring he was going to get you. He left, walking along the street and back to the Three Broomsticks. He entered Diagon Alley, determined to now find a decent fake gift. 

On Friday night, you closed the tin for some cookies you had been baking all day, wrapping the tin in a deep red bow. You tucked it under your arm, lifting the gift bag with yours and George’s secret Santa gifts. George was waiting for you in the living room, dressed in a handsome sweater and brown corduroy pants, smiling widely at you. 

George had been frighteningly happy recently, though you supposed he was just in the Christmas spirit.

You apparated to the Weasley house, just outside the front door. You raised your hand to knock, but George was already slamming it open with the full force of his shoulder. You followed him inside, glancing apologetically at Molly as she rushed over to hug you both. 

“Finally!” she released George and moved onto you, hugging you with a strong grip, “My babies are all home!”

You noticed everyone else had already arrived, gathered around the ground floor of the house. Teddy Lupin and Victoire stood in the kitchen with Fleur and Bill, laughing while Bill hid bits and pieces of food in his wife’s hair. Ron and Hermione sat on the couch with Rose bundled in Hermione’s arms, Ron waving his fingers in her face with a dazed look on his own. Harry bounced James on his knee as he sat at the table next to Ginny, who cradled Albus in her hands as she and Harry listened to Arthur talk about his new muggle discoveries. Percy was standing behind his mother, holding his daughter’s hand as she swayed on her feet, just learning to walk.

Molly held your arms, looking down at what you had brought.

“Did you make these, dear?” she took the tin from your hands, smiling wider when you nodded and brought them to the kitchen. 

George took the gift bag from you and moved it to the tree, making his greetings at everyone he passed.

You went to the kitchen, catching Bill’s eye and smiling back at him.

“Y/n!” he called, spreading his arms out to you and pulled you into him. You hugged Fleur, picking the food from her hair as she scolded Bill jokingly. 

“Hey Teddy,” you said, placing a hand on the top of his head, “you’ve gotten so tall!”

It was true, the young boy had already shot up like a bean-post, the top of his head stopping at your waist. His bright blue hair stood out even more the higher it got. He looked strikingly like his parents, you thought, with a sad smile.

“Hullo,” he said joyously, leaning into your side and giving you a hug.

“Hiya, Aunt Y/n,” Victoire called from beside Teddy, though a good size smaller, and coming to your other side to clutch at your legs as she hugged you.

“What’re you guys making?” you asked them, looking at the food scattered across the counter Victoire could barely see over. You lifted her up, balancing her on your hip and still keeping a hand on Teddy’s head.

“No idea,” Bill joked from beside you, now putting food in Victoire’s strawberry blonde hair, “having too much fun to care.”

You laughed, and Teddy looked up from your side at Victoire’s now food covered hair. Fleur reached over Bill to swat his hands away, cleaning her daughter’s hair.

“I brought those cookies you guys like,” Bill, Teddy, and Victoire’s eyes lit up, all of them looking around to find them.

“After dinner, you lot,” Molly said as she came into the kitchen, swatting the back of Bill’s head.

She came to your side, reaching for Victoire, and you gladly shifted her over. Teddy seemed consumed in whatever he was making, his brows furrowed in concentration. You left the kitchen, going to the kitchen table where Harry, Ginny, and Arthur still were, along with the children.

James’ face lit up once he saw you, and he held his arms out to you with grabbing hands. He nearly wiggled out of Harry’s grip, and Harry seemed all too happy to hand him over to you once you sat down next to Ginny.

“Hey, love,” she said, bending to kiss your cheek in greeting. You kissed hers, smiling widely at Harry and Arthur. You leaned down to kiss James’ cheek too, sending him into a fit of giggles that made Harry swoon from beside you.

“How are you, James?” you cooed at him, only to be answered with baby noises. You knew it wasn’t approved of, but you did have favorites. Teddy and James had a special place in your heart.

Arthur balanced his chin on his palm, gazing at his grandchildren.

“Happy Christmas,” he said, smiling at you and James.

“Happy Christmas,” you said back, now looking over at Albus who was sleeping in Ginny’s arms.

“Oi,” she said, leaning forward to look at her husband, “your turn, Potter.”

Harry chuckled, standing to retrieve Albus gently from his wife. 

“I’m gonna put him upstairs, let him get his rest,” Harry whispered, even though it made no difference compared to the noisy house around them.

Ginny nodded, looking happy to have empty arms for a second. James was still content in your arms, so you decided to stay for a moment, at least until Harry came back. James seemed to have other plans though, eventually making grabbing hands at his grandfather. Arthur seemed to have been waiting for this moment, immediately lighting up and reaching for James. You stood, obliging James’ wishes, and bent to talk to Ginny.

“I’ll be right back, gonna go say ‘hi’ to Ron and Hermione,” Ginny only hummed in response, busy watching her son sit on her father’s lap.

You walked into the living room, where Ron was now holding Rose. Hermione seemed to be sifting through a very full diaper bag, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it had an extending charm. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Ron said when he saw you, his tired face lifting in an energetic smile.

Your eyes moved to the spit-up on his shoulder, and you smiled back at him, amused at his joy.

“Hi, happy Christmas,” you said sitting next to Ron so you could look at Rose. 

“Oh,” Hermione looked up, holding a clean towel in her hands, “hello, dear, didn’t see you.” 

You smiled at her, leaning over Ron to squeeze her hand in somewhat of a greeting. You looked at Rose, fast asleep in Ron’s arms.

“Harry’s just put Albus to sleep upstairs, I’m sure you could put Rose up there, too, if you wanted,” you whispered, careful not to wake the baby.

“Did he?” Hermione said hopefully, then she cast a knowing look at Ron.

“Up I go,” he said with no hesitation, standing carefully from the couch.

Hermione slumped down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, “This shit is hard.”

You both laughed, and eventually, Ginny and George joined you in the living room.

Ginny held a glass of what looked like an alcoholic drink, smirking at Hermione’s pained look. “Stopped breastfeeding the other day. Good to be back,” Ginny downed her drink, laughing more when Hermione groaned in what you assumed was jealousy.

George had settled into the couch next to you, wrapping his arm around you as he cradled a beer in his hand. You took it from him, stealing a sip and laughing at his groan that was similar to Hermione’s.

“Y/n!” three pairs of stomping feet sounded into the living room, matched with happy giggles. Teddy stood in front of you, James’ tiny hand clutched in his as he helped him stand and walk. Teddy was more dragging James than letting him walk on his own, but Ginny nor James seemed to mind. Victoire was not far behind, stumbling on her own feet as she crashed into your legs.

George picked her up, settling her on his lap and delving into a discussion about how pretty her dress was.

“I made this for you,” Teddy said, holding out a gingerbread cookie that was dripping in enormous amounts of frosting.

“Wow,” you said, carefully taking the cookie, “Teddy, this looks amazing.”

He smiled proudly, barely noticing James retracting his hand and crawling over to his mother. Teddy simply crawled into your lap, nearly too big to do so, and looked down at the cookie in your hands.

“Will you try it?” he said, smiling widely.

You looked down at the cookie, then at Teddy. It looked like a stomach ache waiting to happen, and you tried to think of an excuse not to eat it without hurting his feelings. Suddenly, however, George was leaning over and taking a large bite from the cookie. He then stole the rest of the cookie with his free hand, holding it up to your face. You playfully scolded him, then smiled sweetly at Teddy. George only made you take a small bite, holding out one of the legs with the littlest amount of frosting. You ate it, moaning in delight and nodding your head at Teddy. He swelled with pride, smiling smugly up at you.

You all sat in the living room like that until Molly called everyone to dinner. The table had been moved outside, per usual, and extended to fit everyone. Molly was a firm believer in not having a kid’s table, so the children who could walk rushed to their desired seats. Arthur and Percy sat at the heads of the table, and everyone scattered from there. You and George sat in the middle, and George had to rush to beat James from stealing his spot next to you. Teddy sat to your left, George to your right, and when you weren’t cutting Teddy’s food, George was jokingly pestering you to cut his. 

The dinner was as lively as always, and the cold air was barred away by a spell Arthur had done around the house. 

Soon, it was time for secret Santa. Molly magically cleared the table, something that made Teddy swoon beside you, and then magically transported all the gifts to the table. She levitated the first one from the bag, and the exchanges started from there. 

Fleur had been your secret Santa, and she got you a compilation of books you had mentioned wanting. You thanked her from across the table, showing Teddy and reading to him what he didn’t understand. You watched everyone else get their presents, going one at a time, and finally, with no presents left, Molly levitated your gift to Ginny from the bag.

Ginny smiled widely and immediately put on both the cardigan and the sweater, standing and coming to hug you from behind. 

Soon, a large box wrapped in white paper was levitated in front of you. You hadn’t been keeping track of who’s gifts were from who, even though you should have been, and unwrapped the box quickly. Inside was a lovely, blooming plant with bright flowers and a lovely ceramic pot. You lifted it carefully, hearing Molly gasp in delight when she saw it. Then, you heard a round of gasps and looked up from the plant, confused as to why everyone was so surprised by some flowers.

You quickly understood, though, that they had not gasped at the flowers.

Beside you, with his chair pushed away and on his knee, George propped open a small box. It held a gorgeous ring, and you felt your eyes water before you could even take a breath. You hadn’t let him get a word in, and you knew he had a whole speech planned, and collapsed out of your chair and into George’s arms.

He stumbled, nearly falling backward, but wrapped his arms around you. You pulled away, only enough to see the ring he cradled in between your chests, and let out a happy sob. George did too, and you looked up to see his cheeks were wet. You pressed your forehead to his, wiping his cheeks and laughing. You kissed him, hard, but barely managed to because you couldn’t stop smiling. 

He pulled away, carefully holding your hand in his shaking hands, and slid the ring onto your finger. You heard clapping around you, and you remembered the rest of your family there. Hermione and Molly had tears running down their faces, and all the children were bouncing in their seats with the energy, not entirely sure of what was happening. Ginny was by your side first, hugging you again, and then George. This broke the flood gates and soon everyone was wrapping either you or George in their arms.

You longed to touch George, but hugged everyone back, just the same, until finally, you could hug your fiancé. 

“Happy Christmas,” George said, his face buried in your neck as he hugged you tightly.

“Happy Christmas,” you replied, holding your arm out and looking at your ring from behind George’s back. “God, George, you have impeccable taste.”

He laughed, pulling apart from you and gazing down at you, “Don’t I know it.”