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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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extremely-nervess · 5 years

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What's Nimue's backstory?

This is long, and I am not very good at writing, but a TLDR feels like it doesn’t get the mood across so.... read further at your own risk of cringe and bad grammar. “My father won’t say it, but I see how he suffers. He longs to return to the stars, and brother’s death weighs on him… and this thing, with me… it weighs on him too. The king calls, and all of the banners must answer... I am surely bound for the ‘hospitals’ of Quirren… It shouldn’t, but it scares me more than father going off to war.”

A tear falls to the silver inlaid floor of the greenhouse and my vision blurs, granulates in a dance of shimmering lights and for a moment the Sunkite sigil beneath my feet looks more like a depiction of radiant gemstone. The headaches, the visions… they are getting worse. When I have completely lost myself, will I know it?

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It’s one of those days, where it is hard to tell what ‘when’ it is, and my mind is all stuffy. The inspection went as we knew it would, and my father was given six months to give me over to Containers. I can hear talking - my father, and a woman. A woman who I know I will go away with, even though I can’t hear what they are saying, and she is not a Container.

The door opens and the enter, the lines on my father’s face seem deeper than ever, but in his eyes a glimmer of something I have not seen for some time. “Darling -” he starts, indicating a stern looking woman dressed in white suits. “This is doctor Morgan.” The woman bows, she must be a lowblood, but her movements are stiff and proud.

“Fey Morgan.” She affirms.

“The doctor says she can help us, help… you…” He nods to her.

“I believe I can treat you, lady Solfare - protect your mind from this decay.”

The lurch of hope in my stomach must have shown on my face because she smiles.

“It will not be easy… you will have to give up much - your body, but, we will make a new one - a better one, safe and free of disease and pain.”

“My… body?”

I can’t help but raise a hand protectively to my sternum. She nods.

“I will explain properly later, but, once it is done you can be you, you can be free”.

As if encouraging me, my vision dances with coloured blocks, and in a moment the room is white, white like her clothing, sterile, clean, the image of a light shedding stone etched into the ceiling. I blink and it is gone.

I know that I will agree, because I know that I go with her, but it is an easy choice… I don’t want to go mad, I don’t want to die.

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For the first time in I can’t say how long I can feel again, a heavy, cold body. Stiff and new. A voice, soft, feminine speaks “Core connected, all diagnostics green, relinquishing frame control.” It is my voice - my body. I feel calm, detached... It is strange but it all seems distant to the knowledge that I am cured. The darkness flickers as my eyes come online, a rapid blur of text reports, balance aids and other ui overlay my sight as I will them open and look up at a cool, clean white ceiling, embossed with the familiar image of a radiant gemstone.

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It does not hurt - my receptors have been silenced, but the cluster of warning indicators and stuttering drone of my voice reporting damages tell me as much as agony ever could. I turn my head, struggling to look at the shell that took me from the air. A wire sparks in my neck at the motion and my vision pixelates and blurs in mess of colored granules and for a moment the shell is a heavy mining pinion, still trailing its enormous tether that keeps asteroids close to the facility. The fingers of my ruined hand jut up from the pulverized rock beside it. I am notified of emergency shut down as I look up at the mining base...mining base? The flickering blur of pixels washes over it again and the arms depo is as I recall - burning and broken. I feel an emotion of confusion, worry, mistrust begin to press on my logic as my vision begins to darken and I lose sensation of my body.

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A blur of red warning text flashes first, fragmented in some places, the usual visual overlay I have grown so used to fuzzy and jumbled. I open my eyes to the roof of repair bay 12, trying to sort through the lengthy damage report, but my systems struggle, and the worry and confusion I had felt earlier clouds my logic circuits. How long had it been, fighting in this war? I can’t tell. My memory access must be damaged because battles I don’t recall are there, rent by pixelated errors and flashes of color - Frighteningly familiar. I turn my attention away, unsure how to process the emotions surfacing in my core and dedicating them to a subprocess.

Sound - voices. Repair technicians. Good - I clearly need it.

“The great Solfare hm? They ever figure out what happen to him?”

“Nope, all the vets still telling the ghost story - the famous Sunkite, vanishing without a trace.”

“It's been four years now, you’d think they’d move on.”

‘The Sunkite - my father’s ship, familiar but… missing…. Four years ago?’

My father had visited me 10 days ago, just before the strike on the ammo depo. I struggle to understand, and the subprocess trying to sort through my emotions informs me that I am experiencing terror and confusion, and I feel it being to affect my logic. Logic telling me that as I am synthetic, all I know, and all I experience is decided by others.

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azs smile like heavens light

having a heartbeat connects you to other humans, having none keeps you separate, rhythm of the world

burning his voice away, can't sing praise

a touch too red to be anything but tempting

from the soil to the stars

humans would make terrible angels, you make a terrible angel, why yes i suppose i do

what is the difference between righteous fury and the sin of wrath?

the power of holy love versus human love, one that the other angels can't understand and could destroy them

angels get their wings broken or pinioned when they fall so they can't save themselves

god is neutral not good, intentionally casts angels out just so that there are two sides

crowley freaks out the first time az touches his wings, traumatized

az misses flying because he hasn't gone, crowley misses it because he can't, az will never go without him

the effort that he had made last night was lying soft on his hip

crowley is left handed and has awful penmanship

he writes slowly to make up for it, coming up with and rejecting dozens of sentences before setting pen to paper

crowley's true form has a bright center that the Fall couldn't dim. he imagined there was an untouched place in him, so there was

az enjoys rituals of all kinds, stims.

az does dishes by hand when crowley teaches himself how to cook

very grounded in the physical world, sensation seeking

Falling feels like being partially empty, Rising feels like suddenly having an extra organ that doesn't fit

posture is terrible, weight of the world and others' expectations. straightening shoulders is like spreading wings

crowley was raphael but raphael wasnt important, humans decided he was

crowley trying to discorporate himself with alcohol and pills, az finds him

they can't miracle each other, az stays with him until he's well

in the dark to focus on senation alone

something felt off, wrong. like your teeth had been rearranged

he had been known by another name, too. one that was almost forgotten, just the barest memories of crimson, sparks of gold and a smile dancing on his lips

ocean mind

crowley's original eyes burned out when he Fell, literal snake eyes replaced them

he can't see the stars anymore, which is why he has the book. it's not great, but it helps with the heartache. az let's him see through his eyes and he cries for the first time since eden

crowley cried in Eden when it rained and az protected him, first act of kindness for another soul

demons are given animal parts to replace what they lost in the fall, cobbled together in crude imitations of creation

hiraeth- homesickness for a place you can never return to

angels can hear prayers directed to them.. crowley doesn't know this- nobody to pray to him before he Fell. az heard his prayers to him

az washing crowley's feet after the church

he would call himself pathetic, but at this point why bother? everyone already knew

az is adhd/autistic and the angels are all nt

doesn't like new tech because it's too loud and too bright and too much all the time

bringing wings out through clothing is possible but feels wrong and slightly off, shirtless is better

mournful, haunting, bitter. beautiful but it leaves you unsettled

az doesn't really need nipples but he likes them for the sensation and in the Victorian era he gets them pierced

crowley doesn't bother with nipples

use me, no i won't punish you, not like this, cuddles only

crowley makes an effort to get his pants to fit better and realizes that his body does things he's not necessarily in control of when he's with az

satisfaction is not in crowley's nature

crowley's back broke when he Fell, dragging useless legs

animals instinctively hate crowley, bookstore cat

they used to shake hands when saying goodbye but stopped after they realized they were in love because it felt both too close and too impersonal

crowley as raphael could heal. it was an intimate, slow process as he felt out all the problems and fixed them one by one with a gentle touch

crowley and az go for a walk and crowley gets to cold, refuses to warm himself with hellfire because he's scared of hurting az

angels can't sink, demons can't float. crowley likes to sit on the bottom and watch the surface from underneath

they go out for milkshakes, crowley is lactose intolerant

after leaving the dowlings crowley disappears for a few months and gets wasted, partying to forget his grief. he cut his hair and cried about it

crowley tends not to blink because every time he closes his eyes he sees himself falling

crowley used to love food but can't bring himself to enjoy it after his fall

crowley throws himself into experiences, following trends and letting up with the flow of culture while az stays the same

az feels lonely and forsaken by the other angels, hates that he still cares about them when they don't care about him

i am as good as the worst, i am as bad as the best (walt whitman i am as bad as the worst but thank god i am as good as the best)

az's halo is cool, steady light. crowley's is fire

heaven isn't about goodness, it's about obedience as opposed to hell's rebellion. they just assume obedience=goodness

az tries to touch crowley intimately, crowley takes control because he doesn't know how to sit back and receive attention. later he has az fuck him hard

crowley keeps everything and everyone at arm's length because he's afraid, tells himself he's not allowed to touch. once he and az are together he can't get enough

crowley is colorblind, the body swap takes a bit of getting used to because he's shocked at the colors

heavens light burns worse than the sun when gods grace is removed. crowley's freckles show up where the damage was worst, shoulders back hips etc

the back of his head smacked against the floor hard enough for him to see stars but he couldn't possibly care any less, wrapped in pleasure as he was

weatheredlaw antibodies their first kiss sparks, like licking a battery

god is infinitely multiple and devastatingly singular

"you mentioned having a friend over-"

"i have no friends outside of you"

that poor demon, the spherical little thing

when az sees abel dead it reminds him of the first time he stepped out of his body

hell is hot and damp, like a room with too many bobies in it

hellfire straight from hell vs hellfire made on earth by a demon

crowley appreciates sleep for the oblivion of the space between dreams. he doesn't hurt, doesn't yearn, doesn't regret

all angels of the host are connected, can feel when one is lost. it too a while to recover from the great war. demons are not connected to each other at all- they lost that in the fall, and always feel alone despite the crowding in hell. human individuality is between the two- they can't feel others, but they can create physical and emotional connection. that's where az and crow end up

crow hates being told her nice because the idea that there still good in him hurts. he believes that he's irredeemable and isn't okay with that as much as he claims to be.

demons don't trust one another with their wings so they keep them clean themselves or they never groom them.

when a fallen angel is touched with holy water everything hellish about them is washed away and the rest of them is taken to heaven

celestial harmonies contain so many voices and chords that they all sound the same

crowley spends hours reading wiki pages- ducks do have ears, it turns out

they get silver rings- gold is too heaven and nothing sparkles in hell

"you taste sweet" sorry, i know you don't like sweet- "i like you"

crow was made to create. with that taken from him he feels lost, don't know who he is. he threw himself into his work for hell at first but it quickly turned out to be not what he needed

god cast crowley out of heaven so that he would be free. the angels have made it abundantly clear that there is no place in heaven for questions

crowley can't change his eyes, but he can miracle an illusion over then if he needs to. it's very uncomfortable, like wearing sclera contacts

fake human au- az tries to find crow after he "dies" and is dismayed and confused that he's not in the archives at all. surely heaven keeps track of every human?

crowley fucks off to japan (sushi reminds him off az) until he has to go back to london

without the glasses in the way az can read him like an open book

crowley wills himself to sleep to avoid a conversation. becomes a snake, manifests eyelids just to make a point of having them closed

crowley tries to tell himself that demons don't feel guilty, but what better punishment is there than the constant feelings of doubt and regret?

being a snake is easier, since he doesn't have to deal with complicated human things like emotions and legs

crowley feels like his soul is dirty, az bathes him and tells him how much he loves him, even the dirty parts

coffee bad hot and does hurt on the mouth

my first relationship feel apart because of a lack of communication. i was touch starved and constantly sought contact with him. he took that as sexual interest and pushed me to "take the next step" and that terrified me. i didn't know how to say no so i broke it off

devil, devil go away, claim my soul another day

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