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Bill 🤝 Carewyn

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Featuring Jules Farrier-Weasley @cursebreakerfarrier and a reference to Night Rhea @night-rhea

From the time Bill graduated Hogwarts, the person he wrote to the most, even more than his own family, was his close friend, Carewyn Cromwell. After the events of 1989, including the death of Rowan, the creation of the Circle of Khanna, the discovery of the Sunken Vault, and the defeat of Charles Cromwell and R, the two grew closer than ever, and their letter-writing grew similarly more frequent.

Here are some pictures of the tomb we found -- beautiful, isn’t it? I wish you could be here to see it in person.

Casework has been busy as ever, of course, but I’m glad for it. I want to help as many people as I can, and it feels good to know my superiors trust me with such important work.

In my most recent letter from Mum, it seems Fred, George, and Ron snatched Dad’s Ford Anglia and flew it all the way to Surrey to break Harry out and take him home. Mum wasn’t happy -- but honestly, all I could do was remember when Charlie did the same thing, to come get us and Merula so we’d be home in time for Christmas!

Rakepick was a bit more coherent than usual, during my most recent visit to Azkaban. I think the date today was significant to her for some reason, which helped anchor her even with all the dementors swarming around her. Regardless, she asked me how you were doing -- I told her you were in Egypt, which seemed to please her.

Guess who I collided with, while exploring some Brazilian ruins? Your brother! He was still super prickly around me as ever, but he still looked proud, when I told him about your recent court victories.

Your mother was a lovely host, as always, though she once again seemed to be peppering me with questions about my love life and what I’d want out of a romantic partner. I find it utterly baffling that she keeps falling back on trying to matchmake me with Charlie!

I stopped by Romania to see Charlie on my way back home for the holidays. He says he can’t wait to see you this summer. Would you send along something to him? His mood seemed a bit dark when I was there, and it made me wish so much that I could stay longer so I could better suss out why.

Bill -- I heard about the World Cup. Are you all right? Is everyone over there all right? Tell me everything.

Mum said in her most recent letter that Dad’s been oddly close-lipped about work lately. Obviously I’ve heard some things here and there about Bertha Jorkins and Barty Crouch, but I know I don’t have the full story. Is there anything you can tell me?

When the Minister had his huge falling-out with Dumbledore, though, Bill and Carewyn’s correspondence came to an abrupt halt. Carewyn knew that Fudge associated all of the Weasleys with Dumbledore, and so she knew that the only way to keep an advantageous position that she could then use to protect her loved ones and potentially sabotage Fudge’s more extreme measures was to distance herself from them. That year of written silence between the two was one of the hardest years Carewyn and Bill had ever experienced, being cut off from the one person they each confided in most out of anyone.

Once the Death Eaters pierced the defenses of the Ministry, however, Fudge and the entire Wizarding World was forced to face the truth of Voldemort’s return. With this, Carewyn could initiate written correspondence with Bill again, though with the War getting worse and the mail being watched more than ever, their messages had to be censored somewhat.

I spoke to the two T’s recently about that matter we discussed last week, and they confirmed your suspicion.

As much as I know you don’t care for our Oldest Associate, I do think he’s right in this. We have to trust each other.

When the Ministry was taken over by the Death Eaters, Bill and Carewyn’s letters once again came to an abrupt halt. This time, though, Bill got creative. While in hiding at Shell Cottage, he wrote many letters “to Carewyn” in the form of a journal, with the thought that she’d be able to read all of them, after the War was over.

No news today. I’m hopeful that the Potterwatch broadcast tomorrow night might have some good news.

Happy birthday, Carey! I wish so much that I could’ve gone shopping for something for you. Hope you’ll forgive me for being late.

Dad brought along a care package from Mum -- they’re both well, and so are Fred and George. No news yet about how Ginny’s doing at school.

No news today. I saw an eagle fly through the other day and for a split-second thought it might be Talbott. I was both disappointed and kind of relieved it wasn’t.

Last night I dreamt of the Portrait Vault again. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve done that.

Ron appeared on my doorstep in the middle of the night. He was in very bad shape -- I’ve never seen him so pale and gaunt: like a dementor hovering about. He was barely even able to explain to me what had happened before he burst into tears.

No news today. I sat on the beach a lot of today, watching the shoreline. The ocean made me remember the Hogwarts Lake, and the people I used to sit there with. Jules -- Charlie -- you and Rowan, as well. I miss those days so much.

Part of me wanted to just grab onto all three of them and tell them not to go back out there...but all I could think of was us, back in the Sunken Vault, when you tried to tell us all to go and save ourselves. Yet we all chose to stay behind, no matter what the risk to ourselves. I was the exact same age as they are right now. We were so young then, Carey...Merlin, we were so young...

It was a bittersweet relief when, after the War was finally over, Bill gave Carewyn a box full of his saved letters as a late birthday gift. Carewyn actually started to cry as she read them -- one of the few times Carewyn had ever cried in front of someone else, and only the second time in her life she’d ever cried in front of Bill. She ended up keeping those letters inside of an elegant leather-bound fake book she kept on her shelf for the rest of her life.

Immediately after the War ended, Bill and Carewyn ended up exchanging letters or talking through the Floo Network pretty much daily. Bill had been very worried for Carewyn’s safety as the Head Prosecutor against convicted Death Eaters, and with Carewyn recently also having adopted a twelve-year-old Muggle-born named Erik Apollo, Bill was incredibly anxious for his friend’s safety. At several points, Bill’s new wife, Jules Farrier-Weasley, had to tell him to chill out a bit.

“Come on, Bill -- this is Carey we’re talking about,” she’d told him with a reassuring smile. “She can take care of it. And even in those cases where she can’t, she’s got people there to help her. Talbott and Ben have been at every single case she’s prosecuted, just to serve as security. She’ll be fine.”

Bill had a bit more difficulty relaxing, though, when the news that Carewyn might be in love reached his ears. Ever the overly affectionate and protective brother type, Bill didn’t immediately lash out or threaten violence the way Carewyn’s brother Jacob might -- but he did still write several letters to people.

Penny -- what can you tell me about Orion Amari?

Dear Andre, I know this is a bit out of the blue, but since you’re in the Quidditch World, I thought you might be able to tell me a bit about a player called Orion Amari.

Hi, Night. It’s been a while, since we’ve talked -- I hope you’re doing all right. I know this is a bit abrupt, but I remembered you were on the Slytherin team with Orion Amari, back at school. What can you tell me about him?

Fortunately just about everything Bill received back was rather positive. Some of the people he’d written too had also caught wind of the fact that Carewyn and Orion had some unresolved romantic feelings for each other, and most of them reacted positively to the idea. Even Andre, who had dated Carewyn at school himself, thought they could make a rather handsome couple.

“There was plenty of speculation among the Ravenclaw team that Amari was sweet on Carewyn, back in the day,” he’d said in his response to Bill, “I suppose because of how determined he seemed to be to get her back on the team. But really, Cursebreaker was always a very good player, so I never blamed him for that.”

All of the positive reactions and testimonies to Orion’s character -- including from his own wife, who had also been in Slytherin -- soothed Bill’s nerves significantly. It made it so that when Carewyn brought up Orion in their letters, he was nothing short of encouraging.

It’s great that you’ve been able to reconnect, through all this. I really look forward to meeting him myself soon...at least, properly.

Bill was a bit surprised, though, when Carewyn seemed to read his mind even from a thousand miles away and through the written page.

I can tell you’re worried about me, Bill, but please, believe me when I say you needn’t be. Hopefully when you do meet him, you’ll see that too.

And at the party celebrated Carewyn and Orion’s legal partnership, Bill’s concerns were put to rest, seeing Orion interacting with his infant daughter, his almost “stepson” Erik, and Carewyn. Even Bill’s mother Molly -- eternally a little disappointed that she hadn’t been able to matchmake Carewyn with one of her sons -- had to admit the two made a fine couple.

“It is a shame that they’re not planning to move in together,” Molly commented wistfully. “Carewyn would be such a wonderful mother to that little girl...and perhaps a few others, if they decided to grow their family..."

“Mum, Carey’s ace,” Bill reminded her with a wry smile. “She doesn’t want to have kids of her own.”

“Well, yes,” Molly conceded, “but that doesn’t mean they still couldn’t have more! Maybe adopt one more...really, with their combined salaries, they could more than afford a family of six...”

“They’re fine, Mum,” Bill cut her off gently.

He looked over at his best friend arm-in-arm with the dreamily philosophizing Captain of the Montrose Magpies a short way away. When she caught his eye, he grinned, and her entire face brightened, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushing with a kind of warmth and happiness Bill had only ever seen in Jules’s face, at their wedding.

Within a week, the two were back to regularly writing letters again. In the beginning, it was largely about their respective significant others and how they were all settling back into normal life, but over the years, it branched out, encompassing their respective children and the future and their fears and their hopes. By the time Carewyn and Bill were old and gray, they’d written each other thousands of letters, many of which Carewyn managed to keep perfectly catalogued and preserved in her files.

Soulmates are often used just to describe romantic relationships. If any pair could embody what it meant to be platonic soulmates, however -- two friends who understood each other at once upon meeting and became more “themselves” through interacting with each other than with anyone else -- Bill Weasley and Carewyn Cromwell would be a perfect example.

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fandomfucker · 6 months

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Poly TJD x reader angst/ fluff

Reader is sick but insists on her partners going to work. But while her partners are at work she tries to get up but passes out in the living room by the couch. Partners arrive home and find her still pressed out. Turns out to be severe flu

A/N I'm sick and miserable right now as well and I fully believe this one-shot cursed me. This is also exactly how I act but I was a good girl and I take liquid medicine😤

Word count: 2,725

Reader's POV

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping. Smiles graced the four beautiful faces of my partners around the breakfast table.

And I felt like dogshit.

My throat was on fire while my head pounded. My nose was so stuffed it was like trying to breathe through a brick wall and I was freezing to death.

My partners were up a bit earlier than usual because they had to go to work soon and I could hear them in the dining room downstairs. Tonight was Monday Night RAW and all four of them were required to be there for a surprise match involving Dominik and Finn.

Stumbling down the stairs into the kitchen, I tried not to trip over the king-sized comforter I had wrapped around myself and dragged off the bed.

Making a beeline for the medicine cabinet I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me, refusing to even accidentally make eye contact with any of my partners for fear of them hounding me with their overprotectiveness.

Rifling through the different bottles I kept a lookout for the cold medicine one. After searching for a few minutes I eventually gave up, accepting that we didn't have anymore, and just grabbed some ibuprofen instead.

I turned around to go grab a cup of water and screamed as I jumped, dropping the medicine bottle as I came face to face with my four partners.

"Holy shit! You guys scared me." I pouted, resting a hand over my chest to calm my racing heart as I bent over and rested the other hand on my knee.

"Whatcha doin', love?" Finn asked me bemused as the other three stood around him, all with a look of confusion, concern, or both on their faces.

"Nothing. I just have a bit of a headache and I'm really cold. Nothin' to worry about Loves." I gave them all a small smile as I leaned down to pick up the dropped bottle.

I winced in pain as all the blood rushed to my forehead, only increasing the force of my pounding headache.

"Let me get that, Babe." Rhea swooped in, pushing me to stand back up as she grabbed the medicine bottle for me. "Go lay down."

I shook my head slightly as she moved to grab me water to take my pills with as Dominik held my shoulders and guided me to the living room couch.

He gently pushed me to sit down before sitting next to me, rubbing my back to bring some warmth to my body.

Finn and Damian were not far behind and sat on the floor in front of me, each of them propped up on one of my thighs.

I glared up at Rhea as she came back with cold medicine, a bottle of water, some saltine crackers, a box of tissues, and a thermometer.

"You need to eat something before you take the medicine," She shoved the crackers in my hands before I could protest, taking the open seat on my other side as she brushed my hair out of my face. "Do you want me to make you any soup?"

"No, thank you. But don't you guys have to go to work?" I asked annoyed.

"Not if you're sick, mi amor." Damian soothed me as he rubbed my knee.

"I'm fine. If anything it's just a little cold." I reassured them, opening the crackers and beginning to munch on them.

"Yeah, well we'll see about that won't we?" Rhea announced as she got the thermometer ready to check my temperature.

"Stay still Babe." She ordered softly as she held the machine to my forehead, waiting for the beep that signaled it was done.

Having stopped mid-chew to fulfill her orders, I waited until the beep sounded and the item was removed from my face before continuing to eat my crackers.

Rhea frowned as she looked at the results.

"101.2. That's a minor fever, Hermosa." Damian informed the group, reading the thermometer over Rhea's shoulder from the floor still.

"It's literally fine." I rolled my eyes, right before I went into a small sneezing fit.

Dominik grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on my lap and hurriedly thrust them into my hands.

"Aw, fuck that hurt my throat." I groaned, throwing my head back against the couch as I wiped at my nose with the mountain of tissues.

"I'll call Paul, tell him we can't fight tonight," Finn announced as he stood up to go get his phone.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. All four of you are going to go to Raw tonight and kick ass. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I swear." I protested.

"You pinkie promise?" Dominik asked me, his puppy eyes were fully showcased as he held up his finger for me to interlock with my own.

"Pinkie promise." I smiled, wrapping my pinkie around his before bringing our hands to my lips to seal the promise with a kiss.

I looked to Finn to make sure he wouldn't go and call their boss and say they couldn't come.

His eyes darted to Rhea, ever the leader of the group, and nodded before sitting back down.

"We better start getting our stuff ready to leave then, chicos," Damian spoke, standing up and kissing my forehead before making his way to the bedroom we all shared.

The other three followed in his footsteps, kissing my forehead and then going to the bedroom. Rhea being the only one who lingered.

"Hey," I took her hand in mine, bringing her even closer to me. "I feel a little under the weather, but I promise I'll still be in one piece by the time you all get back. I'll take some medicine and a nap and be good as new in no time."

She bit her lip, still hesitant to leave me alone. She eventually gave in and nodded, giving me a long lingering kiss on the forehead before following the boys to the bedroom.

I reached a hand away from the blanket cocoon I'd stuck myself in to grab the remote from the coffee table and turned the TV on, beginning to channel surf.

About ten minutes later all four of my partners walked out of the bedroom, bags in tow.

"We have to get going now if we're gonna make it in time to get ready before the show, muñeca," Damian informed me, gingerly sitting beside me to stroke my hair.

I nodded my understanding, still eating the crackers like Rhea told me to as I paid most of my attention to Child's Play on the screen in front of me.

"Y/n?" Finn tried to get my attention, deciding to just grab my face and turn it towards him after I only made a noise of acknowledgment at him.

He then grabbed my hand and dropped two rather large-looking pills into it. "Take these, please. They'll make you feel better, and then you can take two more in another four hours, okay?"

I nodded my head, gulping at the sheer size of the medication. I was not a huge pill person and my partners knew that.

Damian kissed my right temple and Finn my left as they said their goodbyes for the night, getting up to make room for the other two to say their own goodbyes.

Dom placed his hands on my cheeks, kissing my forehead and whispering a small prayer in Spanish against my skin before making room for Rhea.

She sat down next to me and put a hand on my thigh, telling the boys she'd meet them in the car.

I waved and blew a kiss to my boys as they walked out before focusing on Rhea's beautiful face.

"Be a good girl for Mami and take those pills, okay? I know they're really big but they'll make you feel better. We'll be back before you know it but if you need anything at all just call and we'll answer." She looked deep into my eyes, meaning every word as her thumb stroked my thigh.

"I will Mami," I answered.

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and making her exit to the car. She blew me one of her signature kisses before closing the door behind her.

Looking back at the ginormous pills in my hand, I decided that I didn't really feel bad enough to take them. I'd be fine.

I spent the next few hours slowly finishing off my crackers throughout a horror movie marathon as I made my way through the box of tissues as well.

My headache had gotten worse, to the point that I was a little dizzy and disoriented. Deciding to take the much smaller ibuprofen pills, I unwrapped myself from my fluffy burrito of blankets and stood up.

I immediately swayed a bit but just chalked it up to the headache and gingerly made my way to the kitchen.

Pausing in the doorway of the kitchen I rested a hand on the wall to brace myself, tightly closing my eyes in an effort to rid the dizziness.

Opening my eyes, I continued to make my way back to the medicine cabinet, grabbed the ibuprofen, and then turned around to make my way back to the solace of my fuzzy cocoon.

A huge wave of dizziness came over me as I reached the corner of the couch. I stumbled, tripping over my own feet, and hit the floor, seeing spots right before seeing nothing.

3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day walked out of the arena, jovial after their win. Shoving into each other as they joked and laughed, they made their way to their truck.

"Stop!" Damian shouted joyfully as he laughed, shoving Dominik away from him before he could make another wild jab. "I'm gonna call Y/n and check-in, I'll be right there."

The other three voiced their acknowledgment as they continued making their way to the car while Damian stayed back and pulled out his phone, hitting the stared contact.

The line rang. And rang. And rang before eventually going to voicemail. Frowning, Damian hit the call button again which rang until going to voicemail again.

Hurriedly making his way to the truck, he hopped into the passenger side and turned to the rest of the group. "She's not answering."

The three other members looked at him with concern.

"Well, she's probably just asleep, right? I mean, she was pretty tired when we left and the medicine might've knocked her out. Not to mention it's pretty late." Dominik tried to reason, hoping to God that that was all it was.

"Yeah." Rhea agreed, "But let's just speed home anyways, right?" She nodded toward Finn who was in the driver's seat.

Finn nodded, shifting the car into drive and taking off, speeding home to their girl.

In the backseat of the truck, Rhea and Dom took turns trying to call Y/n again to no avail. Six missed calls later the group was now very worried. Typically, Y/n never had her ringer off and was generally a pretty light sleeper, so her being able to sleep through a total of eight full rings was alarming.

"Finn?" Rhea ventured, her voice beginning to shake slightly. "Drive faster."

~Time Skip~

Throwing open the car doors, all four Judgment Day members hopped out of the truck and ran to the front door. Finn quickly unlocked the door and they all battled to make it through the door first. Rhea being Rhea won and was already running to the living room where they'd left her earlier that day.

"Y/n?" Rhea called out, not seeing anything amiss at first glance. However, coming around the corner she noticed a pair of fuzzy sock-clad feet on the ground. Walking closer she saw the full form of their partner face down, unconscious.

"Y/n!" She ran over and fell to her knees beside Y/n, rolling her over and checking her pulse.

The boys immediately came running as they heard Rhea scream. Damian saw Rhea checking Y/n's pulse as she lay on the floor, along with the dropped bottle of ibuprofen, pills having spilled out all over the floor, and immediately thought the worst.

"Finn! Call an ambulance!"

~Time Skip~

Reader's POV

Somewhere far off I could hear the jumbled voices of my four partners hushedly arguing. I couldn't quite make out what they were arguing about but I could hear the clear upset in their voices.

I groggily opened my eyes, immediately closing them again as the harsh fluorescent lights around me hurt my eyes.

"Y/n?" I heard a voice speak from next to me. It was then I noticed that both of my hands were encased in two others.

I made a noise that vaguely sounded like 'ugh' before I opened my eyes again just a smidge. I felt one of four hands disappear from my touch and then the lights went out before I felt them come back again.

Opening my eyes a bit more I saw the beautiful faces of my four partners looking back at me. Rhea was on my right with Finn next to her, Damian and then Dom were on my left.

"Hey, sweetheart. How ya feelin'?" Rhea smiled softly at me, stroking my hair. I noticed her hand was shaking a bit so I squeezed the other hand that I was already holding.

"My head hurts and my nose is still pretty stuffy, but other than that, okay I guess." I smiled sleepily, pushing my head further into her hand like a cat so she wouldn't stop.

Damian's deep voice sounded next, switching my attention to the other side of the bed. "You had us pretty worried there, corazón."

I just frowned at him in confusion. "Why? What happened?"

It was then that I started to survey my surroundings beyond my partners and saw that I was lying in a hospital bed.

"You passed out, love." Finn supplied from further down the bed. I could hear the fear in his voice, the shakiness of it mixed with the pure relief made me want to cry.

Remembering why I had even passed out in the first place made me feel so incredibly guilty. If I had just taken the medicine like Mami told me to we wouldn't even be in this situation in the first place.

My lip started to quiver and I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey, mi amor. We aren't mad, it's okay." Dominik immediately stood up and leaned towards me, trying to calm me down so that I wouldn't cry and make my sinuses worse.

I heaved a deep breath in, looking up at the ceiling to try and reduce the waterworks before they could actually overflow.

"I'm so-" I started to apologize to the four of them for scaring them so badly but was cut off by Rhea.

"No, baby. We're sorry. We all know that you don't like taking pills, especially ones as big as the ones we gave you. I should've just gone out and gotten you the liquid version so you would actually take it and-"

I cut Rhea off by placing a finger over her lips to silence her. Typically I would've just kissed her but I didn't want to get her sick.

"It's okay. They really weren't that big. I could've taken them, I just chose not to." I explained timidly.

"Well," Damian cleared his throat, gaining the room's attention. "The doctors said that you have a pretty bad case of the flu but so long as you take some Tamiflu for the next couple of days, have lots of rest and lots of liquids you'll be right as rain in no time."

"Yeah, doc said you can be out of here in a few hours." Dom continued.

I just nodded my head and smiled softly at my partners.

"Still, I'm sorry for scaring you guys." I apologized timidly, keeping my eyes on my fingers as I drew circles on whatever parts of my partners I could reach, not wanting to meet their eyes.

"Y/n, you're sick and honestly you probably would've passed out either way. So, believe us when we tell you that there's absolutely nothing to be sorry for." Finn explained to me earnestly.

"Ok," I agreed quietly. I didn't really feel like arguing with them, especially since he made a pretty good point.

"Go ahead and go back to sleep, babe. We'll get that discharge paperwork started and get you home in no time." Rhea told me. I decided to take her up on that since I was still so exhausted.

Closing my eyes, I murmured a small "I love you" to the group, hearing four voices echoing it back in response just before losing consciousness again. On purpose this time.

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