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indigobackfire · 2 years

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Oh, well, I hope you don't mind doing 15 for the kisses prompt for Chariper then (I was thinking maybe after Marwa's death) 👉👈

I sooo sorry for taking so long, but I kept going on and off writing this and then I got caught into it and ended up incredibly long 🙈 Also I think I derived from the initial prompt so sorry for that x)

I considered writing Scottishly but then I'd take double the time, so just pretend is there xD Tried using as much info as I could, still I'm sure it won't be all accurate x) Also a lil Indigo mention bc yes xD

I really hope you like it 😘

From this prompt list.

Ship: Juniper Moss × Charlie Weasley

Time: 1997

Wordcount: 3.5k (well...)

CW: Injury/torture description (nothing too graphic), mention of suicidal thoughts, grief, yearning, angst (like you asked xD)

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Charlie’s house isn’t exactly made for two, at least not comfortably, Juniper knows it well — it’s all too small, from the sofa to the bed, the tight kitchen, the few utensils, and the one bathroom. But she’s also aware he’s making his utmost to make this as comfortable for her as he can and it tears her up.

He gave up his bed for her and acquired more cutlery and plates, he did abundant grocery shopping, and with magic tried increasing every space possible. She felt like a waste of space and time with the way Charlie was bending backwards to serve her, but where else could she go? In her state travelling would be unsuitable and even if she could, go back home to who? Go back home just to witness the empty space left by Marwa’s absence, her sweet and welcoming smell still on her bedroom, her shoes by the bed and her books on the nightstand, unread, her clothes still in the wardrobe never to be worn again.

The thought plagues her every morning like a dull pain even worse than that of her physical self. But still, she gets up, for Marwa — to keep pushing through, to finish what she risked her life for —, but mostly, for Charlie, the one who has believed in her enough to carry the weight of her grieving soul in his arms, in his home, in his attentive care. Because, yes, she needs care and who better to get it from than somebody like him, somebody her heart is weak for.

She’s still exhausted, but gets out of bed, cleans herself and brushes her hair the best she can, looks in the mirror and tries her hardest not to hate her scars, her looks, herself. Marwa hated her self deprecation, hated how that treatment of herself made her reckless about her own safety. Juniper can almost see it, Marwa would shake her head and say, “You’re better than this”, she’d agree even if she didn’t believe in that but she’d try to, for Marwa, always for her. Living has been difficult, but surviving should be enough for now.

When she walks into the kitchen/living room and its delicious aroma, it almost seems like she’s dressed to go out into a snowy day in three layers of Charlie’s clothes — a thin long-sleeved sweater, a thicker one, and a sheep lining coat, not to mention the two layers of trousers and a cap to top it off —, but that’s the only clothes Juniper could stand to wear without shivering down to the bone, one of the side effects of the Ice Curse they used to torture her for days on end. Only God knows how she survived, very close to dying from hypothermia, skin battered and frostbitten, trembling like crazy once she was rescued, unable to be heated up fast due to the cursed nature of the cold.

Charlie tries a smile over his shoulder and it’s genuinely the warmest thing in the house. In comparison, Charlie’s simply in a sweatshirt and his favourite trousers, trying to flip pancakes using his wand. “Morning, Junie. Sleep well?”

“Aye. The earmuffs helped.”

“I’m glad it did.”

She tucks herself onto one of the chairs by the small round table. “Sorry, I woke up late.”

“Hey, don’t, don’t apologise.”

“You always insist on preparing me breakfast, you’ll be late for work.”

“I’m staying at home today. My superiors wanna see how the new girl does without my help, Ursula her name.” He levitates the pancake from the pan onto a sloppy pile on the plate. “Ha! Didn’t burn a single one this time.”

“Uhm, I was getting used to the sharp taste of coal in the morning.”

“Hillarious. Maple or honey?”

“Honey.” He places the plate and the bottle in front of her before sitting down with his on stack double the size of hers.

On the side of her pancakes, a little bunch of unevenly chopped banana slices. “I feel like a child when you do this.”

“I like doing something special for you.”

“You’ve already done enough. I won’t say I’m fine, I’m not naive, but… you don’t have to do so much.”

“Cutting a banana is not too much. Besides, I’m not doing it out of pity, Junie. I’m doing it because I like you and I take pleasure in taking care of you. Mom says it’s second nature to want to take care. Of kids, dragons, friends, plants.”

“Plants… maybe not.” She thinks for a second. “Yeah. I loved taking care of Marwa.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t want you to step on eggs around me, Charlie.” She takes a forkful of bananas to keep the teary sting from her eyes. “I also don’t wanna forget her, I don’t want her to be forgotten.”

“She won’t be. Especially considering her love will outlive her. Well, it’s too early for tears.” He points to her pancakes with his fork, smiling from ear to ear. “Come on, take a bite, tell me if they’re worth anything.”

“Should we take a walk?” Juniper asks, looking out the small window.

“Uhm… if you want to.” Charlie closes the book he was reading and gets up from his armchair to look out the window with her. “But isn’t too cold for you?”

“I can throw another layer on. I need to keep my muscles from atrophying. Winter soon will come and then I certainly won’t be in shape for any walks outdoors.” She smiles weakly. “Besides, in all the chaos I didn’t have a chance to enjoy the Autumn view.”

“You right, I’ll just fetch you something to keep warm.”

Juniper puts on her old loyal boots, tying them slowly. Any precise movement was still difficult — tying shoes, writing, folding clothes, cutting her own food, braiding her hair, even certain spells that required a more delicate hand movement —, suffering from her weak and stiff hands. Hands that are in such a state thanks to the torture she endured.

She watches her trembling hands and can recall the cold of the room she was held captive at, the foul smell, the cold, the hard ground, the magical ropes that bind her wrists behind her back, the bone crumbling muscle tearing pains, so cold. If she hadn’t resisted, if she had died soon, Marwa wouldn’t have come to her rescue, she’d be safe, she be alive. If only she had—

“I got something nice for you here,” Charlie exclaims from the other room bringing her back to her senses.

She takes a deep breath trying to steady her mind. Juniper believes herself to be strong, she knows she’s strong, but even she understands the limits of her body. She once thought cruciatus played only with the mind, simulating pain, but in doing so it also hurt the body, the soul. But Charlie, he’s an anchor, a strong and steady one. She focus on his existence and the world doesn’t seem as horrible.

“How is the tying?” He steps into the living room, soon placing a shawl over her shoulders.

She takes the gloves he’s handed and begins putting them on. “It’s fine.”

He gives a look. “It’s not, you’ll trip. Here, let me help.” He undoes her sloppy tying and reties it perfectly. “I told you a hundred times, ask when you need help.”

She gets up and he follows. “I can tie my own boots. It’s embarrassing enough that you had to cut my nails and cut my steak and brush my hair.”

“I love the way your hair feels.” She rolls her eyes and he laughs. “Stop complaining. Nobody’s forcing me to do this.”

She gets up. “I am. Indirectly I am.”

“Just say thank you and I’ll be the happiest guy.”

“Thank you, Charles. It’s a braw shawl,” she says, wrapping the thick tartan shawl tighter around herself as they walk out the door, wind hitting them first thing.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“I’m going with or without you.” She clears her throat at the harshness of her tone. “But I’d appreciate if you stay, I promise this is nothing.”

He simply shakes his head. “Indigo sent me it on my birthday, the shawl. I haven’t worn it yet.”

“She has good taste, I’ll give her that.”

“Kinda biassed coming from another Scot.”

She chuckles. “Have you seen her lately?” He shakes his head with a frown. “Me neither, it’s been quite about a year when we bumped into each other at the Ministry. Last I heard was that Barnaby’s parents escaped Azkaban.”

Charlie’s eyes darken in a frown. “They religiously write to me once or twice a month. I haven’t received any letter in three from neither. And if what I think it happened, happened, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Juniper feels a shiver run down her spine. “These are dark times we’re living in.”

“I just hope they’re well and together. Going through all this alone is hell.” He gives Juniper a pained smile. “I hate the circumstances but I’m glad you’re here with me. What happened to George, Bill… thank goodness it wasn’t fatal, but that did a number on me and even when your life was going into a spiral, you supported me.” He waits until she’s looking at him to continue. “That’s why I don’t mind doing what I’m doing for you, I know you’d do the same for me.”

Juniper can barely speak nor face him, nodding with undistinguishable sounds boiling in the back of her throat, words she’s refrained herself from muttering for years, now daring to emerge. A volcano, words hot and glowing like lava daring to erupt from her blazing heart, they’d burn her, they’d burn him as well. Of course she’d do the same for him, the same and much much more, whatever Charlie asked of her.

He touches her arm and she nearly jumps. “Are you alright, June?”

She nods roughly. “Yeah, I just— Let’s keep walking.”

Their walk is quiet from there on, taking in the red, orange, and green of the landscape, a much-needed sun shining down on them even if it didn’t offer much heat along with the light. Her feet ache but nothing her inner turmoil couldn’t distract her from. They walk for about twenty minutes before reaching the limits of the plateau where Charlie’s cabin house is located with an overview of a small muggle village below.

The view is, in fact, very beautiful, especially with the way the sun shines down at the landscape before them, the river running alongside the village glistening with the light. But all the while, her chest’s on fire from his words, smoke clouding up her mind, the sparks coming off of his mere presence not helping her case.

“I wanna take you there once you get better. There’s a little shop… not really a shop, an old lady’s house where she sells all types of cheese and sweets, you’ll love it.”

Again the lump returns, but she offers a weak smile. “I’d love that. But, uhm, can we go back?”

He takes a step towards her. “I can apparate us there if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m well, I’m just… cold. I’ll get warmer on the walk back.”

It didn’t make sense considering the long walk they had to get there, but he wasn’t going to refute it. He offers her an arm and they make their way back in half the time, the warmth of the house like a sweet embrace once they walk in, the honeysuckle and cinnamon scent intoxicating her every sense, wrapping around her heart like Devil’s Snare.

She turns to him, his countenance visibly worried, and just watches him drunk in a semi-conscious haze, despite the blur of her vision, she can see him clear enough — his beautiful copper oranger amber hair falling over the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen, freckles over skin like a starry sky. And as her eyes slowly move down his body, she feels herself lose balance and he’s close enough to hold her up.

Her cheeks are flushed which drives him to touch her them with the back of his fingers. “You’re burning.”

He unwraps the scarf and the shawl from her, all the while knowing she’s out of herself. It had happened before, short lapses in consciousness and thought, yet another side effect from the extensive torture she went through, but nothing this aggravating.

Juniper herself can’t tell, brain glowing and quiet like a flame. He then takes her face in his hands to try and bring her back to herself but it works against his wishes and she practically melts. His face so close, his chocolatey eyes. It’s love, so solid and heavy and palpable, emanating from her, weighing her down down down down—

In her sinking, his voice, calling her name. It’s glorious.

Juniper first hears heaving, centimetres away from her face, then the overwhelming heat from fire irradiating so incredibly close. She blinks her eyes open, a little lightheaded still. She’s being embraced, if not that, held.

Charlie’s pupils almost overtake the honey brown, face pale like snow. He holds her face with one hand. “Junie? Juniper? How are you feeling? Merlin! I knew that walk wasn’t a good idea!”

She takes his wrist to stop him from shaking her. “Charlie, calm down. What happened?”

“You fainted. You were burning up then you went cold again in a minute.” Explaining why were they on the rug by the fireplace. He finally stabilizes himself, trying to breath normally. “Scared the shit outta me.”

“Fainted? I’m so dramatic,” she tries laughing it off, distracting herself from the fact she’s in his arms. “I bet it was just the… the exertion.”

“Dramatic!? You didn’t faint on purpose.”

“I know, but I’m better now, don’t worry. See? No fever.”

“We gotta take you to a hospital, June. There’s a decent one in Bucharest.”

White hot panic takes over her and she pulls away from him, suddenly is harder to breath. “I don’t need to.”

“Bucharest is not that far, you clearly need help—”

“I’d rather die.” She curls against the sofa’s base. “I am not going, Charlie. I refuse.”

She can already picture it, the prying eyes, the antiseptic smell, the cold, healer’s assuming this and that about her condition while she knows very well what’s going on. Paired with her lapses in consciousness and thought she hadn’t experienced when she was first rescued, her stay would certainly be long and definetly a not so pleasent one. They had brought her back to life back then, when she was found burned, bloody, starved, and so terribly weak, but she’s also aware that if it weren’t for Bill and Charlie’s beggin for them to save her, she wouldn’t have survived. She had decided since then to be careful, to never again be at their mercy.

He gets up, pacing in circle. “And you expect me to just watch you fall ill and do nothing about it? I brought you here so I could help you get better and care for you, if you don’t—”

Perhaps it was the gut wrenching panic, perhaps the sickness still left in her, perhaps his wide and glistening eyes shinning at her, but the words just spill. “Because it was you… who made me sick. And no healer can cure that.”

He looks at her as if she had spoken in another language. “Wh-What? How– Me?”

“Yes, you. You’ve been driving me mad. You treat me so well, you keep me close, you allow me in your little world, and it’s driving me over the edge, Charles. It’s too much for me.”

His tone becomes serious. “What do you mean, June?”

Juniper wants to get up, to run, to jump off a cliff and go underwater, to release the building adrenaline in any other way but through her words. But she’s too weak, too exposed. She has lost the most important thing in her life, yet there’s still so much to be lost, but now the feeling has become familiar, the feeling of letting go.

She lays down on the carpet, exhausted, releasing tears long held back. “I love you, Charlie!”

He freezes where he stands, loosening up his hands and shoulders.

She wipes a few tears away. “I’m sorry.”

The word seems so big, his mouth can barely hold it. “You lo-” He lowers himself back to the ground with her. “How long?”

“For almost as long as I’ve known you. Really known you.”

He can’t drive himself to talk any comprehensive words, he lowers even more to lay right beside her. A few minutes pass before he can speak. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“Many reasons.”

“Examples?”

She sighs. “I was afraid, you weren't… emotionally available, I was a walking hurricane. So much I can't even put into words.”

“What about Talbott?”

It’s almost a slap to hear his name alone in Charlie’s presence. “I did love him, but… I never forgot you. There was always the shadow of what I felt for you looming over us until it wasn’t sustainable anymore.”

His breath trembles. “Bloody hell, Junie. Isn't even ten am yet.”

She chuckles. “I'm sorry for dropping this bomb on you like this.” Her voice is monotonous again, trying hard to swallow her feelings. “I'll leave if you-”

“I don't want you to leave.”

She turns to him. “But I don't know if I can stay.”

“Why couldn't you?”

“I can't stop this. These feelings, they're tenacious, like a little creature that'll only grow the longer I stay close to you.”

He turns his body her way. “What if I want it to grow?”

“It might consume me. You.”

“I'm used to it. To creatures that might consume me. Including you.”

She can’t help a smile. “What are you impling Charles?”

“That neither can I hold back what I feel for you. I didn’t have a word for it before but now I do.”

And just like that, things aren’t as heavy as Juniper had predicted for years. It is significant, but not heavy. She loves him, a fact like that of the grass being green or that of fire burning. (How many times had Marwa told her to stop cowarding away and just confess her feelings? If Juniper had only known it’d be this liberating, this soft.) And just as light, Charlie’s reciprocating affection.

He's staring directly at her, glancing at her lips indiscreetly — never feeling as seen as she does right now, even if she’s sure she definitely doesn’t look her best, having lost too much weight in the past months, distressed, and loss of her sunkissed glow, but it doesn’t matter, not when his eyes tell her otherwise. He then draws his hand up, slowly, to touch her cheek, palm hot against her cold skin.

“Juniper.”

“Charlie.”

His caloused thumb brushes its way to her lips, glancing at them as if asking for permission. She reaches out, fingers in his hair, streaks reflecting the firelight in colours she hasn't seen anywhere else.

“You don't have to do this alone,” he whispers.

She nods and he finally allows himself, leaning in a soft press of lips, slow and sure, the faintest flavour of honey in their mouths, the back of his fingers caressing her cheekbones. The house engulfed in the scent of cinnamon and burning logs, but to Juniper it smells like desire mixed with Autumn. She reaches out and wraps her weak arms around him to bring him closer, she feels comfortable to do so — he’s the most important thing she has, equating only to her own life, she has to hold him the tightest she can.

Yet his lips remain soft and slow, savouring this moment of fresh blossom of love. Their first kiss together, therefore it has to be long and sweet and loving. She loves him and isn’t that enough? To know that across the table there’s someone who wants you, with her warm eyes like coffee in the morning and her french-blue hair, to know that throughout all those years most times her eyes had laid upon him with love, desire, affection.

He keeps their foreheads touching as he pulls away. “I’m not going anywhere, Junie. And I’m not letting you go either.”

“I know.”

“We’ll get through this.”

“We have to get through it.”

“And I’ll be with you on the other side. Marwa would be proud of you for living.”

She’s crying even before he’s done speaking. “Thank you.”

“No, no thank yous.” He brushes a strand of her hair back. “I love you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I love you, Juniper. I do.” He begins laughing — a weight immediately lifting from his chest as the words have finally been freed. He kisses her again and neither can help smiling against the other’s lips.

For the first time in a while she doesn’t feel bad doing so, doesn’t feel guilty for being happy without Marwa, because Charlie's right, because behind closed eyes she can almost hear it, her laugh from the kitchen, proud of her. I hope you're proud of me.

#beezwritez #juniper moss #charlie weasley #hphm ships #chariper #one shot #charlie x mc #hogwarts mystery

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ivebentaken · 2 years

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What's that? I finally made good on my promise of them getting back together?? Lyod is what I named my Welsh green dragon.

#wyatt hawthorne #jacobs sibling #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #charlie x mc #hphm charlie #hphm charlie weasley

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year

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His Best Friend's Sister

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.2k

[summary]: as Opie’s little sister, you never really had a chance with Jax. but with a plan to make him jealous one night at Diosa, you're hoping you can change all of that.

[cw]: 18+, flirting, slight angst, smut, younger reader (just out of college), pet names, oral f receiving, choking, biting, mildly rough sex, spelling/grammar errors throughout

[an]: this is based off of this request (thank you!) - it took so long to finish as i was struggling to write for awhile. it’s not as rough smut wise as it could’ve been but for my first one in a few months it could’ve been worse. anyways now it’s complete i think it may be one of my favourite things i’ve wrote for jax! hope you enjoy. requests are always welcomed - they really help me gain some confidence in my writing. if you’d like to be tagged in future works please lmk :)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, brother?”

Jax was perched against the door of the men’s bathroom in Diosa.

“If my sister’s going to be with any outlaw, I guess it’s better off being my best friend.”

Jax was amused at this, smirking as he pushed Opie in the shoulder. “As far as outlaws I’d say I’m a pretty big catch.”

Opie scoffed while he zipped up his jeans, “Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break your jaw.” Jax grinned at his best friend, “fair enough.”

You’d known Jax since you were both little kids, and between him and Opie, you always felt like just the pestering little sister, even if you were only two years younger than them. Once you’d graduated college and moved back to Charming, you’d realised just how much you liked Jax. He wasn’t like any guy you’d met at college, and you were crushing.. hard. It had been weeks of playing it cool, and you were done with the act. Tonight you had put on your best dress for Chib’s birthday party at Diosa, and you were going to make Jax see you weren’t just Opie’s annoying little sister anymore.

He walked in from the back rooms with Opie, laughing and running his hands through his hair, rings on every other finger. There was just something about Jax. You pretended you didn’t see him, but any chick with eyes would’ve looked. Melissa, one of the Diosa girls that you’d recently become friends with, had noticed him arrive too.

“Well if your plan doesn’t work in that dress, you got no chance.”

You’d wore the sexiest dress you had, a black short formed velvet dress with tiny straps and the tightest push up bra you could find.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve worn a dress in front of him. He probably won’t notice me at all.”

Nonetheless, you did what you could to catch his eye. You shimmied on your seat towards the bar to make sure Jax could see you, and maybe he could catch a glimpse of your best assets flaunting with the help of your bra. You glanced over at him, wishing he’d glance back so you could lock eyes, yet he was clearly preoccupied by the heated discussion Tig and Bobby were having.

Melissa sighed, “we gotta go for plan B.”

You had no clue what she meant. “Hey Lucas, get over here.” You shifted your view from Jax to her, shocked by whatever she was conjuring up.

“What the fuck are you doing Melissa?”

“You want Jax to notice you?”

“By talking to a prospect?”

“Just shut up and do what I say.” If she wasn’t your closest friend here, you would’ve punched her. Lucas had only been a prospect with the club for a few months, he was shy and in your opinion, a little too innocent looking to be an outlaw. He stood beside your table, unsure what it was he was there for.

“Hey ladies. What can I do for ya?”

“Why don’t you sit down? We don’t bite.” Poor Lucas was melting at the flirty smile Melissa flashed his way. He shrugged and wedged himself on the empty chair placed at the edge of the table, right beside you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost. Because it was that very moment that you glanced at Jax, and realised he was looking over now, directly at you, smiling while sipping his beer. Your heart started to race.

“What do you think of y/n’s dress?” She must’ve really wanted you to punch her. How the fuck was this going to get you Jax? Lucas pulled at the collar of his shirt, clearly wary that whatever the answer, he was in for it.

“It’s smokin’. Is that all you called me over here for?” Melissa nudged you on the side, pushing you closer to Lucas. “We just thought you may wanna get to know y/n a little better. Seeming as you’re new to the club and all.” You weren’t sure if Lucas looked delighted at the attention or like he wanted to run for the hills.

Melissa whispered in your ear, “It’s working.”

You looked over your shoulder back to the bar, and she was right, Jax hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You decided to play into it a little more. “Hey Lucas, did you know there’s a room out the back that is completely sound proofed?” Melissa gawked at your blunt question. Okay, maybe that was too far. “Umm.. no...” You leaned into him, placing your hand on his leg. “Yep, wanna see?” Lucas gulped and stood up. “Sure, why not.” You smiled at him and held your hand out for him to take, and you both headed towards the back rooms. You didn’t so much as peak at Melissa, but you did look at Jax. He was still watching, as you left the lobby, hand in hand with Lucas.

“This is the room. Pretty cool, huh?” You walked along the velvet wall frame, covered in grey foam squares. The room was large and full of red silk and tapestry. Lucas trailed behind you, closing the door as he followed. “Why would there be sound proofing at a massage parlour?” You laughed, the poor kid really was as naive as he was innocent. “This isn’t a massage parlour, silly.” You were about to explain, until there was a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jax walked in. “Club business out back, prospect. Tig’s looking for you.” Lucas practically ran, nodding at Jax as he left, slamming the door behind him.

And just like that, you were alone. With Jax. For the first time. Ever.

“Hi, Jax.” was all you could get out.

“Hey there, darlin.”

“Club business? Now?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, brutally aware of how high the skin on your thighs were now exposed from the already too short dress. Jax ignored your question as he sat down right next to you, twirling a lighter in his hands. “What exactly were you doing in here with the prospect?” You couldn’t lie to Jax, you were smart enough to know he’d see right through it. You also couldn’t tell him how you’d used the poor innocent soul to make him jealous either. “He wanted to see the room. I was being courteous.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter now, “Courteous? He looked like his face was gonna melt off.”

Jax stood up and leaned back on his heels, plainly drinking you in with his eyes.

“Were you always this hot?”

Your heart started to race again, crimson filled your cheeks, but you knew you had to play it cool. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Jax smiled back at you. “I never really noticed before. Being Ope’s sister kinda means you’re off limits.” Great. Still in little sister territory. “Then why are you here?”

He was walking to the other side of the room before he sat on the love seat in the far corner. “I wanted to check out the sound proofing.” He was highly amused.

“Very funny.” You figured he was just fucking with you, so you got up from the bed, heading for the door.

“Wait, don’t go.” Jax rushed to stand inbetween you and the doorway, blocking your exit. “I’m only messing with you babe. I’m here cos I couldn’t let Lucas have the hottest girl in Charming.”

“What’s it to you if I’m ‘off limits’..”

The gap between you and Jax was slimming so much you were sure he could hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Play it cool, play it cool” was all you kept repeating to yourself.

“That was before I told Ope I want you to be my old lady. And before I saw you seducing the prospects-“, Jax closed what space was remaining between you, “but I guess if you’d rather have a prospect I could leave you lovebirds to it..”

You shook your head. “Lucas is cute and all but you’re pretty alright too.” Jax leaned into you smiling, turning his back from the door. You moved with him, until you were the one with your back against the door, and Jax so close you could feel his chest moving with each breath. “I definitley don’t want to share you with Lucas.” He was so matter of fact. His nose was touching yours, your body’s morphing into one from the closeness. Fuck.

“Then make me all yours.”

Jax pulled his weight into you, pressing you firmly against the door. You grabbed his cut and pulled him tighter, if that were even possible, securing every inch of your body against his. You wrapped your hands into his blonde hair, tugging at the strands, before pulling your mouth to his. You had to stretch on your toes to reach him, using his hair to bring him closer to your level. He kissed you back with intent, his breath warm and smelling of cigarettes and beer, and you couldn’t get enough. Moans escaped between your lips as his hands travelled all over your dress, pushing you even further into the door so you could feel his hard on rubbing against you.

He pulled your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head to the door. He secured you there with one hand, and used his other to trail his fingers down your chest and stomach, pulling the fabric of your dress higher and higher. He kept his hand against your thigh, gnawing at the skin between your legs, all while kissing your neck as he moved towards your ear. “I like you like this”, he whispered. You groaned at the sound of his praise. This all just felt too good to be true.

He tugged the skin of your thighs tighter and the sensation sent tingles through your core, like a fire was burning in your hips towards your mound. It was all too much. “Holy shit, Jax. Just fuck me already.”

He giggled into your neck and suddenly your hands were released, with your feet lifted off the ground as Jax threw you on the bed. He was standing over you, pulling the buckle from his belt in his jeans. “Mmmm.. well maybe I like you like this better. Take off those panties.” You did as he said, knowing you would follow every instruction he ever gave you without a second thought. You wiggled out of your laced briefs while you lay there, before balling them up and throwing them at him. Jax caught them with one hand, and put them in his back pocket before pulling his jeans off. “What about my dress?” you asked playfully. He knelt down beside the bed, extending his hands to feel you under the dress that was now barely clinging to your body, before sliding them down to your legs and spreading them wide. “Stay just like that.”

He pulled at your hips and slid your body down the length of the bed until you were just hanging off the edge. You whimpered at the touch of his tongue to your soaking pussy. Jax was lapping up every inch of you, and you could feel the pressure mounting between your legs in response. “Jax- fuck- please.” It was all too much. The kneading of your thighs beneath his fingers as he pulled you further into his mouth, his tongue circling and sucking and pulling your clit over and over and over and over. You were almost at the brink of relief when Jax pulled away, smirking at you from the bedside. “Ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to have my head under it.” He hovered over you, licking his lips before planting them on yours, making you taste every drip of your drenched pussy. You couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t make me beg, Jax.” You could barely get the words out between the gasps of air and his relentless tongue encapsulating yours.

“You don’t have to beg darling’, I’m going to take you so fucking bad.”

Jax pulled his cock from his briefs and slid into you before you could even respond, pounding his length into you while pressing your neck with his hand, choking you into the bed. “Fuck- you’re- so- big.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the fullness inside of you. You wrapped your hands around his arm securing his to your neck, craving more. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, holding it open as he repeatedly thrusted into you. “Show me what your mouth can do, baby.” You did as he said, sucking and caressing his thumb with your tongue as he lifted your legs from the bed, pulling him deeper inside you. You whimpered and bit on his thumb to stop the noises pouring from your throat, before he removed his hand from your neck. He leant down into you, kissing you while fucking you, pulling your dress to expose your breasts.

“Don’t need to be quiet in a sound proofed room babe. I want to hear you.” His words took you over the edge, and you came together simultaneously. Jax collapsed to your side.

“Holy fuck, Jax.” You couldn’t get anymore words out. He grinned at you as you giggled, embarrassed at your lack of words.

Jax kissed you before grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks at this point must’ve been the furthest shade of red imaginable. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t real.”

“Better believe it babe. And I’m not even done with you yet.”

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pooks · 6 months

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If someone were to ask Percy what his mental picture of a big sister figure was, he would answer with one name.

Cassidy Mercury.

He didn't meet her officially until he was in his second year, when Bill and Charlie introduced him to their friend. She was a new prefect, like Charlie, and she was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

Her hair was styled in a short haircut with parted bangs and golden like sunshine. The eyes were green as ripe pears and her skin was fair, decorated with a calm yet reassuring smile.

There was just something about her that kept his nerves calm, as if she was telling him "everything will be alright because I am here" in a non-verbal way. And the first thing she had said when he told his name and his life ambitions in one go was...

"Sounds like you have your whole life planned out."

No teasing or mocking, like his brothers tended to do. No laughing at his extremely high standards of a successful life. No, she listened and respected him. That was the first thing that won him over.

Secondly, she proved to be an excellent and talented student. Cassidy was really good at academics and as he later found out, one of the best Chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

He had originally come to see Charlie, and his dorm mate Oliver Wood, play on the first Quidditch match of the year. He had already known that Charlie was a great Seeker and Oliver was a raw talent as a Keeper, but Cassidy...

She was magnificent in the air, flying on her Comet and stealing the Quaffle with ease, evading her opponents like how a fly avoids being hit by a slipper and making goals with a strong left arm. And how the stands filled with Gryffindors screamed in loud cheers for her.

Charlie may be the Quidditch Captain, but Cassidy Mercury was their star! Even when Oliver was down, getting hit in the head by a Bludger (and nearly gave him a heart attack!), Cassidy became their savior by making so many goals and with Charlie catching the Snitch, earning them 150 points more...they had saved the match.

It has been a long time since Percy believed in heroes. Yes, he knew there were war heroes from the War, but he didn't know them and in his simple opinion, heroes was something that belonged in fairy tales or fictional stories.

But when the school was in danger by the Cursed Vaults...when students and even school staff were being attack by these curses...when Rakepick proved to be a Dark witch and especially, when his life was at mortal danger...

Cassidy Mercury was there to save the day.

She was his hero.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #percy weasley #jacob's sibling #hphm cassidy mercury #hphm fanfiction #hphm year 5 #percy is such a cinnamon roll #percy's hero worship of cassidy is very fanfiction-y in hogwarts mystery here #but he DESERVES a good role model #we never know if percy ever confided in his siblings at all #so i decided that he absolutely confided in cassidy #this is the big sister role model he always wanted #charlie x mc #but it's background here #percy never forgave charlie for letting her go #he could've gotten the next best thing for a big sister #and charlie screwed up big time lmao #pooks rambles

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bringinthefembots · 1 year

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Charlie and Jess - The Dahlia 🌺 Love ❤️💙 Part 5 of the flower courting series done by @seajart ! Only one to go!

#hogwarts mystery #Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hogwarts #hphm #charlie weasley #charlie x mc #Jess Persephone #ravenclaw #Gryffindor #weasley #cute #gay #Weasley family

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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Some fandoms and otome game creators "forgetting" y/n isn't just fem aligned and y/n is everyone, and y/n isn't some straight brown haired white woman and other people exist:

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And still, some writers on here tag it as #male reader. And make the character have female pronouns,wear a dress, talk about them having big boobs. Like theirs already not a lot of masculine aligned y/ns in stories so stop using #gender neutral reader or #male reader if you're so fucking clearly making it a women 💀🙏.

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unabashednightmarepizza · 9 months

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑈𝑠, 𝑈𝑠

A/N: I'll be completely honest, I don't know what I have written... But it's wholesome( i think) and cute. Curse me and my inability to write something short.

Prompts Used: I'll stay for as long as you need from this, do you think we'll be in love forever from this.

Summers in the Burrow was absolute trash.

Now it wasn't because Charlie didn't like to come back home and perhaps finally rest a bit. He actually liked being back home, especially with you now that you two were finally dating, he often took you out with him for hours after you stashed food in your back, knowing you two would be gone for a long time doing...

Snogging? Making-out? Flying?

It all depended on the mood.

All in all, he loved his family, he loved you, and he loved how well you fit with his family and love them as your own, they loved you in exchange just as much, and loved being back home even if it meant the teasings of his brother Bill who was the one witnessing his puppy love to you would increase with their other siblings' help.

But sometimes, the teasing was just... too much. And the fact that you also took after his family didn't help.

His own lover was against him, and they obviously loved making him go all red!

As if it was hard to begin with...

"It seems you are so smitten by me that you always talk about me to your family, Charlie~" you teased your boyfriend lightly as your hand wrapped around his, squeezing three times to silently say I love you, even though you were just making fun of him for talking about you a lot to his family, as he looked at you with burning cheeks and a soft smile.

"No? Where did you get it from?" He tried to hide his rants about you in a cool manner, to save himself from the teasing he would face even though he would melt as soon as you started planting kisses on his cheek, but ultimately failed when Bill and his dad, who adored you already, stumbled into the living room and beamed visibly at the sight of you sitting with his son.

"Y/N! It's lovely to see you, dear! How are you?" Arthur immediately pushed his two eldest sons aside and came to hug you, landing kisses on each of your cheeks as he proudly looked at you. Even to this day, after almost four years of being Charlie's friend and two years of dating him, you never quite got used to the way they always welcomed you warmly.

Molly hugging you, smelling like those cookies she always made. Arthur's warm hugs as he pulled you to his artefact room to show all the new cool muggle things he found, Fred and George telling you the newest pranks they thought about, playing wizard chess with Percy, making Ginny's hair in different styles and teaching them to her as she did your make-up, telling Ron about the latest school drama...

Sometimes, with all their flaws and all, you even thought that they actually loved you more than their own sons.

"Yeah, there goes our privilege as soon as they see their daughter..." Bill groaned as he rubbed his arm to soothe the pain of his greatest betrayal, done by none other than his father. Still, Bill was someone who always found a way to tease you or mostly Charlie and this time wasn't any different as he saw how you both smiled shyly, quite cute in his eyes, as you both stumbled over your words, blushing madly.

"I-I'm not their daughter Bill, I think you are-"

"Yet, my friend, yet."

"Bill, stop teasing..." Charlie gritted out, hoping it was enough to make him back off but instead Bill laughed and merely brushed it off.

"You look like a squirrel when you are angry, Charlie~ Besides, by the amount of adoring talk you had been doing since your second year at Hogwarts, I thought you would have already used a promise ring type of commitment!"

Charlie's face was a tomato at this point, even his neck and probably his chest was all red from the embrassment he felt. He always told you that it was a bad idea to spend the summer with his family, solely for the reason that he knew they wouldn't stop teasing him, and often suggested the idea of spending it in Hogwarts, alone, with you in a flirty way.

In which you always replied, I don't want to be on the receiving end of one of Molly's angry Howlers, Charlie... We have to go, besides, what's the worst that could happen? They love me!

But, that was the point.

They loved you so much, even more than possibly their own children!

And they wouldn't dare to tease you, no.

They took greater satisfication from doing that to him. Especially since he accidently let it slip that he wanted to marry you after graduation.

"What? Don't tell me... Holy shit, you never told them about your affinity with them since the day school started?!" Bill dramatically screeched with a hand over his chest at his brother's state, Percy rolling his eyes at the three of you as you tilted your head confused.

"Wait... Really? He had been talking about me?"

"Of course! I don't think he stopped doing it even after you two started dating! If not, it increased even more!" Percy yelled from the other room, making Charlie look there angrily, not aware of the soft and loving eyes you were sending to his way.

"Yes, I remember him talking about you at every breakfast, so much so that both me and Molly knew what flower you liked and memorized your schedule!" Arthur added with a happy nod from the kitchen as he helped Molly with the plates. Charlie turned his head so swiftly that you were worried he hurt his neck as he was left staring with a gaped mouth at his father.

"Dad!"

"Oh, yes, I remember now! I wasn't very pleased to hear that Y/N thought gnomes were cute... but she accepted they could be dreadful too!" Molly came from the kitchen as she gave you her famous pancakes with a smile and affectionate pat on your head as her eyes found Arthur's playfully.

"I still remember how your dad came bursting in, yelling that he finally found someone who shared his fascination with Muggle world and even gave him a record player."

"I'm gonna go and de-gnome the garden, maybe that will-" Charlie suddenly got up and turned towards the door to get out and probably cool his flaming face, while you giggled uncontrollably alongside Ginny who was having the best time of her life at her brother's misery.

"We can send your precious, curse-breaking lover if you want!" A yell came from the other room.

"Fred!" Charlie turned angrily to scold his brother when he saw the disappointed eyes of his brother.

"I'm not Fred, seriously first mum and now you, Charlie?" George, actually Fred, came from the other room, looking sad and half-angry.

Which was all a ploy, and even you knew it at this point.

But Charlie never was able to tell which twin was which one, and this was no different. He huffed out angrily as he muttered a whatever, and walked right towards the garden as you and twins looked after him with straight eyes and then slowly smirked.

"You are never gonna get tired of tricking him, right?" You threw your head back on the couch and looked at the twins with a cheeky smile as they laughed and shook their heads.

"Never~"

"So... You know we," Fred pointed to all the other Weasley siblings, except Bill and Charlie, to a pouting Ginny and Ron, who were doing their best to use their puppy eyes. " are here for a reason, and that is-"

"To hear more of my adventures in any kind so that you could find a humiliating moment to tease Charlie later?" You quirked an eyebrow curiously as they all stared at you in wonder.

"That's why she is the best older sister possible..." Ron and Ginny exclaimed with amazement with breathless sighs, making you laugh as Fred and George nodded their heads impressed.

"She is finally a true Weasley. Understanding what we exactly want is of high value."

" Suck it up, guys, you made it very obvious! Besides, Charlie won't be happy about this!"

"Then why are you bringing snacks?" Percy stopped while bending over the table in the living room under everyone's curious and amused stares, mumbling to himself as he flushed.

"Because... I want to hear them too."

"Hell yeah, that's my brother! Now, Y/N, you have no other choice than telling us!" Fred exclaimed as he threw a proud arm around Percy's shoulder and ushered everyone to sit down so that you could finally start. You looked at all the kids sitting down in front of you, waiting for you to start with excited eyes. Seeing them so eager, even though it wasn't unusual for them whenever you came to the Burrow, and they had other motives, made you crack a smile and nod.

You could actually give what they want to them with this story, and watch as Charlie suffers from their hands on your behalf.

"Now, where should I begin... Perhaps the accident with Squawk is a good one."

Squawk was on loose, the reputation of the Dragon Club was at stake and there was no way you could find that little rascal in time.

Without help.

"I want Squawk back in our care just as much as you do, Y/N! I'll help you find him, you don't have to worry when you have me!"

As soon as the last part left his lips, Charlie already slapped his forehead mentally when he met Liz's questioning and "are you serious?" look. He couldn't help how he felt or what he did, especially when his crush came to ask for his help. He had been watching you as discreetly as possible, throwing himself in to help you whenever you ask and he always sat with you at lunch and cracked jokes in hopes that you would smile.

You did, every time, because how could you not? He was being extremely cute and adorable!

But to Liz, and pretty much every single one of your friends, all these longing stares and shy smiles was becoming a lot harder to bear.

"Hate to break the cute moment, but we have a mission to finish and an Incendio to cast! Pump the love brakes and do it now Y/N~"

Actually remembering where you were and with who you were, you flushed but did it anyways and set the fake eggs on fire to lure Squawk to where you three were waiting.

And soon, he showed up and circled around the eggs protectively, making all three of you to cheer.

"Nice one, mate!" Liz's eyes were as wide as saucers when the word mate left Charlie and he was left freaked out with his hand still up in the air.

No... No, I didn't just call my crush "mate"...

Your eyes were also wide open at what he said, but you tried not to show how it made you disappointed as you smiled and let out a hey, which didn't really had the usual hype.

Mate... That's all he is ever going to see me as.

But amongst that chaos and freaking out, and Charlie's yell, Squawk was already gone, having flought away in fright.

Charlie, since he was kind of the reason Squawk got away, had a sheepish yet half-horrified look on his face as he looked at you, expecting anything except the kind and happy smile you had given him.

"W-what... Are you not angry at me?"

"No? Why would I be?" You tilted your head with a small smile as Charlie gulped nervously.

Oops, you were actually angry but... somehow, it felt like it wasn't about this accident?

"Because Squawk is... gone?"

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. It was no use for you to hold grudge against him just because he called you his mate and you had to fall for him. "It's like you said, Charlie. As long as I have you, I have nothing to worry about... Besides I'm confident in where he might have flied off..."

The rest of your sentence was a blur as Charlie widened his eyes and his heart literally stopped at what you said. Yes, he was the one who actually said it but to hear your crush also agree on it...

You just said the sweetest thing possible to him and he... called you his mate.

Tonk was his mate, not you! What the hell was wrong with him?!

"It's rather sweet what you said about Charlie, Y/N but one, stop being all lovey-dovey since some of us are single," she walked away while groaning, leaving you two behind blushing madly as she soon turned back and looked over at her shoulder with a cheeky smile.

"And two, please have a date already after we catch Squawk. I have a bet going on with Andre and I intend to win it, if possible." With that, she left you two to yourself and went inside as you looked at Charlie nervously for him to say something, anything.

And even if his heart threatened to get out of his chest at how close you two were, he smiled and looked into your eyes that reflected all of your emotions.

And it made him blush even more, when he found the clear adoration in there.

"Should we get started then?" He extended his hand out shakily and smiled when you grabbed it thightly and made him run after you with a happy laugh, thinking to yourself as you both ran.

Unaware of how he was watching your hair dance in the wind.

He is lucky he is cute, or else I wouldn't be running after him...

Everyone was left shocked at how stupidly oblivious their older brother, whom they all loved and even idolized, could be. A silence settled after you finished the story and you anxiously looked at them since... they were just looking at you with open mouths, even Percy wasn't saying anything except gulping down the chips he was eating.

But soon, Ginny's screech cut the silence perfectly.

"Wait... MY BROTHER REALLY CALLED YOU 'MATE'?! Ughhh, boys are so stupid..." she rested her back against the table with a hmph, crossing her arms in front of her chest angrily. If the situation wasn't comedic, you could have pinched her cheeks and agree with her, even if you were dating that oblivious and stupid boy that was her brother.

"How many boys have you ever seen, Ginny?" Ron pushed her shoulder, in a way quite offended as she sticked her tongue out.

"I live with 6 of them, I think it's enough!"

"Pretending that our sister didn't just roast all of us," George pointedly said as he slowly pushed the two youngests away with a sheepish look, and looked at you with a smirk.

"Our brother really called his crush 'mate' huh? Interesting..." he rubbed his chin as if he had a long beard which made you snort and nod at him.

They were so going to use this against him.

"Yeah, he did. And according to our friends, he banged his head at every possible surface whenever he remembered that but... it was kind of cute, how he lost track of what he says around me." You cutely said, a stupid smile over your face as the boys made a disgusted face while Ginny let out an awe. You slapped the back of their heads softly as you snickered. "Don't make that face now! I will see you when you fall in love~"

"Wait, wait! Was there a confession? Was it romantic or stupid as he first acted with you?" Ginny suddenly asked excitedly, bouncing up and down with a wide smile as she hugged her legs closer to herself, waiting for your answer.

"Ughh girls and their obsession over romance..." Ron groaned, making a face as if he was disgusted but you knew deep down that he was also into them, especially the one you had with his brother.

He would rather die than accept it though.

"Well, there definetly was some, Ginny. But... At first it was just us complaining about the other to our best friends."

Your chest felt heavy remembering Rowan, how you two used to stay up late while giggling to yourselves. It was mostly them, making fun of you as you blushed and hid yourself under your pillow after you confessed your crush to them.

But what are best friends for? Making fun of you when you need their help, and then offer their biggest one.

"I don't even know what's going anymore, Rowan! I just can't get Charlie out of my mind, every time I look at him, my stomach feels weird, I start to sweat and my heart feels like it's gonna burst out and scream... That bitch and him making me feel like that."

Rowan giggled as she patted your back while you vented, offering their comfort while you laid over their lap. You were trully sick, sick of feeling like this, because deep down, you knew the reason.

You knew why it all happened around Charlie but refused to acknowledge them.

There was a difference between knowing and accepting it, right?

"And... And as if it's not enough, I saw him half-naked!" Rowan choked on the air as they looked down at you in fright.

"You didn't start big, right?!"

"What the hell?! No, of course not! Look at me Rowan! Do you see me as that kind of person? If I was, I wouldn't be patheatically venting to my best friend!"

You got up from their lap as Rowan nodded, saying a fair point, and watched you plop down sadly before you crawled next to them and put your head on their shoulder. Rowan knew what was exactly coming and sighed as they pulled one of the napkin from their nightsand and offered it to you with an "are you serious?" look.

"He was... just so hot, Rowan."

" I know, it's normal for you to say that."

"I can't believe I fell for a dragon boy, whose only interest would be them."

Now that got their attention. Because, there was no way in hell you didn't realize the obvious favouritism he had for you... Right?

But by the patheatic pouting on your face, yes you didn't realize a thing.

"You really don't realize, do you?" They chuckled amused as they pat your head while they fixed their glasses. You lifted your head curiously and frowned at their question. "Realize what?"

"Charlie literally only talks to you about his favourite things, you included, and you listen to him talk for hours about dragons. He gives you the Snitch whenever he catches it when you come to his matches, which is usually always, and even gave you his sweater when you were cold... THE Weasley sweater, if I may add. Everyone knows he and Bill cares about it a lot, Charlie more than Bill."

As they talked, every single interaction passed through your eyes.

Even the ones no one really knew about.

The picnics near the Black Lake, hanging out after curfew, exploring the castle together...

Watching the stars together as you rambled about them, not realizing how close you two were suddenly. His wood and pine smell, a result of him always hanging out in the forest, suddenly filling your insides as your flowery yet quite light and neutral smell dazed Charlie and made him lean down closer to your lips... Them being apart by just mere inches as you both felt the other's breath, a craving, a lust and want so deep that it made you both almost tumble down and dive deep in the feelings...

You were down bad.

"And then he falls asleep on you, you fall asleep on him, you read to him, you always bring something for him from back home and he blushes every time you do that, he brings you his mother's cookies that she made for you, under his request and begs... Friends to lovers trope at its best really."

"Rowan..."

"Hmm?" They turned their head to you after they stopped listing everything, hearing your disturbed and anxious voice brought them back to the moment and- Holy shit, were you scared?

"Y/N? Are you oka-"

"I'm in love with Charlie." You said breathless but it seemed Rowan didn't quite catch the heavy meaning of your words.

"Oh well, congrats for realiz- Wait, not even like?! Like love love?

A shy nod of confirmation, and then a happy squeal.

"Oh My Merlin, I'm so happy for you! Now, you just need to say it to him-and no trust me, he feels the same, if not even more! There is no giving up for us now!"

"Then of course, he confessed to me... After making me cry because I had a crush on him-" you shrugged your shoulders noncholantly after you told them how you came to conclusion that you loved Charlie, and at that point, they were all so invested in your story that they didn't realize their brother standing at the corner and watching, listening to them with both a stupid and sorry look.

A/N: You may read my other work "First Date Shenanigans" for some referances.

Until that is, Fred understood the end of your sentence first and an angry scowl came to his face, making him look scarier.

"HE MADE YOU CRY?! THAT FRICKING TWAT, PERCY BRING THE BAT-"

"ON IT!"

"NO, FRED, DON'T-It was a misunderstanding!" You stopped them hurriedly as Percy immediately stood up and almost made a run for it, both young boys looking at you with wide eyes as they slowly blinked.

"What? How could there be a misunderstanding?"

"I wasn't very open with who my crush was," you shyly smiled and helped them sit back down, chuckling at their cuteness and how protective they were of you.

It made you feel... like a part of the family.

"Since everyone was suddenly so interested in my love life, which was a result of them knowing your brother's big crush on me, I never told anything about who he was."

"Yeah, we remember that Snape Accident... Douchebag."

"Ginevra Weasley, language!" Both you and her giggled as he came closer to you and laid her head on your thigh, your hand finding her ginger hair as you slowly started making a little braid.

"Soooo... What did he do when he learnt you had a crush on 'someone else'?" Ron emphasised pointedly with his fingers and waited for an answer, with a look he hoped that didn't give his big curiosity.

"Well, before that happened, he literally offered to duel me to take my mind off things... Now, I'm thinking that he did it for himself."

"Look, I know we will chat, but what will we chat about? What if we run out of things to say? What if we can't find something to talk about?" You anxiously looked at Charlie and Tonks, who was there to help you out with your date and couldn't help but get even more nervous after Tonks asked what you would do with him.

You never thought about that one.

What were you supposed to talk with Charlie, who was unaware that he was helping you with your crush who was actually him, so that you wouldn't ridicule yourself?

That is, if he accepted of course... Which was a low chance.

Seeing you spiralling into anxiety made Charlie sighed annoyed at his friend and turned to her with a pointed look. "See what you did, Tonks? Asking all those questions..."

" What? I was trying to help!" He shook his head at her innocent exclaim and gripped the bridge of his nose.

"Don't let your nerves get to you, love. Fight them off by... I don't know... Duelling one of us?" Charlie was already having a hard time looking at you, knowing that you liked someone else and was wondering what to do for a boy that definetly didn't deserve you, your love and attention at all.

Should he come after you to see the boy and later jinx him? Perhaps not... But he wanted to.

"That... would be good, Charlie. I'd like to duel you though, if you are not scared~" you teased him softly as your heart skipped a beat at his surprised wide eyes.

But unknown to you, Charlie was grateful that you didn't have any powers such as super hearing.

"Okay... But I won't make it easy..." he winked and looked at you through his lashes, possibly looking at you like that for the last time. He hoped he didn't look stupid, since Bill told him that flirting was definetly not his strongest feature, but by the snicker of Tonks...

Yes, he made himself a stupid.

"I think he went easy on me..." was what left your mouth after the session ended, rubbing your neck awkwardly but feeling refreshed. Charlie looked at you fondly for a second as he chuckled at your pouting face, shaking his head.

"No, I didn't..."

It wasn't that he would rather take Crucio than to see you get hurt...

"Yes, you did! I watched the whole time!" Tonk exclaimed cheekily with wiggling her brows as Charlie pushed her away from himself, already feeling himself blush again.

"%90 per cent of the time he was with you, it seems our brother only blushed..." Ron mumbled disappointedly, wondering how a boy like him could be rendered to a blushing, shy mess.

"MY BROTHER WAS SHY?! CHARLIE?! Are we talking about the same boy who reeks confidence in almost everything he does?"

"Well, Ginny darling, whether you believe it or not, he was really shy and couldn't look into my eyes after our first kiss. It even made me feel bad as if I pushed him but... Later I learnt why!"

"Then why was it?"

"You would know when you grow up..."

You couldn't just tell them that their brother thought about snogging you every chance he gets, from the moment he kissed you.

It would taint their precious innocence... Though you were starting to think that there was none.

"Just know that he turned it around very soon, and he was the confident boy he was in a few days."

Before you two dated, Charlie's hand always itched as if he wanted to touch you. And he did, he wanted that more than anything. Talking to you, praising you or even touching your hand simply seemed hard for him.

But as soon as you accepted him, all the things he wanted to do with you was easy. He kissed your cheek every day, called you his lover without a care, he touched you and hugged you freely as his longing finally was erased.

So, in short, a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Even though you were the one who stopped them in the end.

He would always kiss you in front of people, not afraid of showing his love( definetly not because he knew some certain people liked you) and he would say, "What a good way to start my morning..." breathless as he stared at you with soft and loving eyes. He didn't care much about public attention or what others would say that much anyways.

To him, showing you his love was the least of the things he could do.

Especially when you never made him feel like an oddball, defended him even when he wasn't there, whenever he came to you to get help treating his injuries, you slept with him, cuddled with him, always beamed at him at the first sight of him walking to you, supported his dreams just as he always supported you and loved him unconditionally.

But he couldn't lie... All his affections were also to see your blushing face and embrassed face as you tried to look at anything but him, especially in the early days.

Remembering all the happy times you had with him, and all the times you had to get treat his wound after one of his "funny adventures" made you giddy all so suddenly. Because they were real, you weren't dreaming about them again, you actually went with it and was now currently sitting with his family, bonding together to prepare the biggest achievement of your life: Get back at Charlie for all the times he teased you restlessly.

But... Why not add Bill into this as well? He also took great happiness from watching it.

"But Charlie wasn't the only one I had power over. There were even days I made Bill do what I want him to do!"

"Really? Our brother? Like what?" Now all of their heads were turned to you, their eyes wide with excitement as the same cheeky smile before pulled up your lips.

"Yes, such as putting up decorations, preparing the Great Hall for the Celestial Ball and help me find a-"

"HE HELPED WITH THE CELESTIAL BALL?!"

"You are a natural leader, Bill, and I'm tiny compared to you. Inexperienced too. In many ways actually. So, as the good senior you are, I think you should help this cute friend of yours~"

"Okay, fine... Don't think you can rope me to hang the decorations though. I'll help you, and my job will be done."

Spoiler alert, it actually wasn't the end of his job.

"But even if he was the one who often helped us around with our problems, I would like to think that I too helped him on some ways.

Such as the time he stood up to Emily Tyler in the Ball.

"I realized I made a mistake...Would you like to give us another chance, Bill?"

Please say no, please say no, you are not that stupid Bill...

" Emily..." Bill said as he walked closer to her and stood before her, her batting lashes at him as he looked down at her. Meanwhile you were behind him, a mouth hang open in shock. Out of all the ways you wanted him to man up and face her, this wasn't what you planned.

"No way in the fucking hell..."

" Even if you were the last witch on the world, it wouldn't happen. You have been too rude to my friends, my best friend, and my brother and to me."

"Okay, that was impressive really..."

Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother and pushed them away, turning to you with her wide eyes as she wanted to hear the "love part" of your story with her brother.

"Was there a time Charlie saved you? From anyone?"

"Hmm... He often protected and defended me against Merula-"

"Oh, that bitch-"

"GEORGE WEASLEY!"

I swear Molly somehow always hear us... Maybe it's mum ears?

"Hello, Charlie! What are you doing here? It's not the class time yet?" He turned to look at you in surprise as his hands clasped behind his back and he greeted you back, perhaps a little bit more enthusiastic than he wanted.

"You know me, love, when I'm not playing Quidditch or bickering with Bill, I'm out exploring... And I can ask you the same, what are you doing here?" Your heart fluttered at the term of endearment he used, flushing a bit as you giggled at him. He leant over the boxes that held food for the creatures, trying to be all cool but he was anything but "cool".

Because, today would be the day, he was so sure of it! He would ask you out on a date, ace it with flying colors and finally have you to himself, all to love and kiss!

" If it isn't the two losers of Hogwarts..."

But not all plans went according to plan.

Charlie, hearing Merula's venomous voice, pulled you behind him as he stood before her, blocking you from her. He knew how you can kick asses, you did on him many times, and he also knew you always won against Merula and she was angry about that too. Merula, contrary to popular belief, wasn't that bad.

She was bad just... Not that much.

But still, he couldn't let her either do something to you or ruin his day by stopping him from asking you out.

" What do you want Merula?"

"Why do you even care, Charlie? I thought she hated me? She probably came here to insult me again."

"You're right. I don't care what you think most of the time, Y/L/N." At her usual snarky comment, you just rolled your eyes at her and turned to look at Charlie. Your eyes widened at how thight his jaw was and how his eyes could actually throw fire at her if that was possible, and a sudden burst of love and want threatened you to turn into a puddle at his protective side.

" I don't want to argue with you right now, Merula... Let's go somewhere else Charlie."

Suddenly, as if your words lightened a bulb in her mind, Merula gripped your wrist thightly, making you slightly wince as you turned around with angry eyes. "Where do you think you are going when you are talking to me?"

"The hell is your problem? Get the hell away from them!" Charlie pushed Merula away from you, making her stumble back in shock at seeing the Charlie Weasley who was ever the kind boy turn aggressive when someone threatened... you.

She chuckled at noticing what everyone has been talking about for the past few months.

Charlie Weasley was never like this, never raised a hand, never used his wand to fight another student....

Maybe, she could change that.

"Oh, Charlie Weasley, the shadow of his brother coming to rescue the day... It must be hard going to Hogwarts at the same time as your older brother... Watching him take over the stage, always be the talk,"

He scoffed at her obvious attempt of setting him off, but Charlie knew her and he wasn't about to get into her trap.

Her sharp eyes soon turned to you with a smirk. "Not that Y/L/N would know anything about that. Their brother is missing, probably dead."

But bringing you into this? That was her first mistake.

And also the biggest one.

Her words hurt, remembering all the suffering you had beared, all the while having to hear all the insults people threw at your dear brother...

But you couldn't show her that her words affected you, you just... couldn't.

But Charlie? Oh, hell no... He was going to make her pay for what she said, for hurting you.

"You never quit, do you, Merula? Why are you so angry at them after all these years anyways? Why are you still lashing out at someone who never did something?"

"If you are really the best witch at Hogwarts, why do you feel threatened by them? Why worry about what they are doing?"

Merula was shocked at the amount of anger Charlie had put in his words, backing her until she was far away from where you were. You were stuck on where you were for a second, your mind being unable to catch up to what was happening. But as soon as you did, you ran after Charlie and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Charlie, it's not worth it. Let go-"

"Careful with the words, Weasley or else-"

"You, be careful with your words, Merula. I won't have you insulting my... friend. Don't get me started on your family issues if you want?"

Telling all of your story to them had been fun, it certainly made you appreciate your time with him and then his family. They were all eagerly listening while Molly and Arthur stayed behind and watched their kids silently listen to you, obediently, without making a voice or doing anything.

"We need to make them come over more often." said Molly with jolly yet slightly tearful eyes. Seeing her kids so happy and well made her emotional, just like it would do to many mothers.

Arthur hugged her closer and nodded, definetly not having any problems with you being around more. "I agree, dear. They fit in well... And I'll have a new artefact in my hands soon, I'm sure they will like it!"

In the end, after everyone was finally gathered around the living room, you seated yourself next to Charlie and hugged his arm closer to yourself, your chin on his shoulder as his warmth almost lulled you to sleep. He was dead tired, and also flustered from earlier. Apart from de-gnoming the whole garden with Bill, he came inside to look for you and how you were doing since you were so anxious before coming here.

But instead was met with you telling your story to his siblings with clear adoration and even he stayed to listen to you and your captivating voice as his heart swelled with love and pride.

"I loved listening to you talk about us... to my siblings. It was lovely." He muttered softly to you, not caring if his family heard him or not.

"Even if they use it against you?" You mumbled into his shoulder sleepily, lifting your head slowly to look at his shining eyes. He chuckled at seeing your usual teasing eyes even if you were tired after talking all day.

He knew his siblings after all, they must have asked a lot of questions.

"Yeah, even if they do that... It made me reminisce about the past years, and seeing you so cozy and happy with them... I just feel so happy, so lucky to have you." He brought a finger to your cheek as he slowly rubbed it, smiling when you nuzzled closer to him.

Normally, it wasn't like him to be so carefree with PDA but right now, he really didn't care. He might feel insecure from time to time, which happened seldomly, but as he sat with you next to him, thighs touching each other as your hand clutched his arm thightly, he knew he had nothing to worry about.

Even if he was blushing and his heart pounded at your sleepy face.

Because he never thought he would actually fall in love, he never thought his life would go to that part. He never imagined himself with a partner, going all the adventures with them. All his life, he thought he would stay single and had to tolerate his mother complain about his choice and beg him to find a partner.

But now?

He had his person, the one for him right between his arms.

"Do you think we will be in love forever?"

"I'll stay for as long as you need, Charlie... Being there and loving you."

And if that didn't prove his point, his previous talk with Bill in the garden and her mother bringing the famous "Weasley Sweater" did.

His mother didn't knit one for everyone after all.

"About my comment earlier... How did the ring shopping go?"

"Surprisingly well, brother... I think I found the ring." He pat his pocket two times to show his point and Bill smiled in a brotherly way and hugged him thightly, proudly.

In two years, there would be another addition to the huge Weasley family.

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