OC: “Well, I was going to say dating, but yeah that too…”
Just imagine Charlie and oc studying outside on a crisp autumn afternoon and when they glance up from their textbook, they just think to themselves that he’s the most gorgeous and brilliant wizard they’ve ever lain eyes upon, and literally cannot imagine doing life without him.
And Charlie’s just there like, “Yeah, but how wicked is this sketch of the Hebridean Black?”
characters: charlie weasley x bunny animagi!reader (no use of y/n)
summary: charlie apologizing for an argument he had with you 'cause of him overworking himself
genre: hurt/comfort (theres like one line of hurt, its alm entirely comfort)
word count: 596
intentional use of lowercase
the fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, killing a faint orange glow of warmth in charlie’s cottage in romania. the room was cluttered with empty teacups and piles of laundry that neither of you had gotten around to folding. it felt like a reflection of the life you’d built together, but the warmth of the room couldn’t chase away the chill that had settled between you.
you didnt meant to argue. it all started with a simple comment about how late he’d been coming home from the sanctuary lately, and spiraled from there. you’d told him that he was overworking himself, that he needed to slow down. he’d snapped back, saying he didn’t need you to mother him. the words hit, and you’d retreated to the couch, leaving him sitting at the kitchen table to finish his meal in silence.
now, hours later, you were curled up by the couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders. the tension in the air was thick, he’s not back home yet, its late. but you were too tired to keep fighting. instead, you let your magic take over, your body shifting and shrinking until you were a small, fluffy bunny nestled in the folds of the blanket. it was easier this way. as a bunny, your emotions felt simpler, quieter. The world seemed less overwhelming.
you didn’t hear charlie come in, but you felt the dip of the couch as he sat down beside you. His hand brushed lightly over your fur, his touch hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to reach for you. you didn’t move closer, but you didn’t pull away either.
“hey,” he said softly, his voice rough with exhaustion. “i missed you.”
you twitched your nose but stayed still, your ears pinned flat towards your back. charlie sighed, running a hand through his messy red hair. “i’m sorry,” he murmured.
“i shouldn’t have said what i said. i know you’re just worried about me. i just… i don’t know how to manage it all. the dragons, the research, the deadlines—it feels like there’s never enough time. and when I come home, i’m so tired i can’t think straight. but that doesn’t mean i get to take it out on you.”
his fingers trailed down your back, gentle and soothing. “you’re always looking out for me. and I’m an idiot for not seeing that, for not appreciating it.”
you shifted slightly, your round eyes meeting his. charlie’s lips curved into a small, tired smile. “you’re really cute like this, you know. But I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”
you didn’t transform back—not yet. instead, you hopped closer to him, nuzzling against his hand. charlie chuckled softly, scooping you up and cradling you against his chest. “alright, fine. we can stay like this for a bit longer.”
he leaned back against the couch, his fingers idly stroking your fur. you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your paws, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. it felt familiar, comforting.
“i don’t tell you enough,” charlie said after a while, his voice quiet. “how much you mean to me. how much it means that you’re here, putting up with my nonsense. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
you shifted in his hands, curling up even tighter, your small body pressed against his chest, white fur contrasting against his shirt. he sighed, resting his chin on top of your head. “suppose cuddling with a rabbit after work is not that bad either.”
an: ooc charlie? idunno. we just need more charlie content :)
I just started writing a Bill Weasley fanfic yesterday, and what was supposed to be a spicy, little hookup story has now blossomed into a 9k word fic with no end in sight now that I’ve included Charlie Weasley. 🙃
I’m literally crying, bc how!???? Lmaooooooo!!!
This may be the worst or best thing I’ve written in forever, but I’ll have to finish it to know. 😅
The Weasley siblings being so seldomly talked about makes me upset. And by Weasley siblings, I don't mean Ron and Ginny only, and not even Ron, Ginny and the twins only. I want to see all of them together. Starting from Bill to Ginny. Just because Bill, Charlie and Percy are the older ones doesn't mean that their sibling card has expired and it upsets me to see them being excluded from the siblings tree.
Every fic has a list of warnings before you start reading, but I separated them out into three categories for easier navigation! Minors please do not interact with 18+ content!
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Anything You Can Carry
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