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[four-bidden-fruits-blog]

“I’m sorry, Charlie.” Connor said, looking up from the dinner they were eating. “I know your job must be quite stressful, and I didn’t say anything before because I don’t like to pry too much into people’s lives if they seem reticent to talk about it, but we’re living together now. And I thought the secrets would stop when I moved in. I thought we’d be closer. But there still seems to be a lot that you’re keeping from me and I just want to know why.”

He continued, putting down his fork. “Do you think it would make me stop caring for you? Do you think it would make me pack up and leave?” He could tell that Charles didn’t want to talk about it but he had been silent for long enough. “I understand it might be hard to talk about but we’re getting serious as a couple and I just...I don’t know if I can continue if we’re going to keep having this divide between us.” It hurt to say that, but Connor knew it would have hurt more if hadn’t have said it. It would be better for the both of them if no secrets were kept. 

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[llamentablle]

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“Charlie!” Deftly scooping up the eight-year-old with ease, settling his nephew on his hip, he offered the small boy a toothy grin. With the joy of a plan finally coming to fruition, with Molly convinced and plans made, all that was left to do was tell the boys. Gideon had searched for Bill, but in the meantime, he got to tell Charlie. “My boy, my boy, have you been behaving yourself?”

“Be honest.”

[veelasflower]

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Confusion played across his face as he gazed at Fleur. He reached up to tap the collar, looking down, then back up. “Is this a joke from you and Bill?” he asked curiously.

“Well...” Fleur laughed a little bit as she looked at the collar that she have given to him. “Maybe it’s Bill’s idea but his idea was way more weird. But didn’t you lie the design that I put in the collar?”

[namedforvictory]

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“I got the dog off, don’t worry. It was a pretty cool dog, except for the humping thing. Oh, I didn’t think you’d mind. I mean, you know I date, and it’s not like anything happened.” 

[fenrisbitt]

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“Hey there, Charlie, right?” Tyr hadn’t really talked to the other guy yet, but he had picked his name up from someone else. “I’m Tyr, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He offered out his hand to the other and kept on talking, “we’ve got this abandoned egg that I’m looking after, and if you’re not busy I think it’s gonna hatch within the next few hours. If you wanna see a baby dragon being hatched that is, it’s pretty cool.” 

[ofpurestblood]

Salazar’s apprentice au ;;

[ If you were to ask anyone in the Mage circle about the greatest sorcerers currently alive....his name would be in the five first mentioned and more as a caution to beware rather than inspiration. A great high achieving sorcerer that only took under his wing those he deemed worthy of such gifts, almost all of his apprentices sharing his ideals of seeing those without magic as lesser beings. Magic was meant to be shared, to help humanity...what a silly folly notion of ideals . No, mages were better, their gift made them by default the elite race and no one could persuade him otherwise. In his hold , this impressive fortress nearly invisible to ordinary humans the sorcerer pushed the boundaries between the humane and the divine. ]

Every now and again when he grew bored in his near deafening isolation or merely required a second pair of hands or a fresh perspective an invitation would be sent to some ELITE young mages challenging them to breach his fortress and in return to the victor go the spoils…where as spoils were concerned was the privilege to be taught and guided by one of the most powerful sorcerers around without being treated like a child, NO, knowledge was only valuable when it was shared and every apprentice until now, the few that were,got unlimited access to every arcane secret Salazar held. The invitations were sent out, only a small group showed to the gate and very quickly one could see who would be the victor. A rather strapping young man that looked more like he belonged in knight’s armor than studying the arcane bested the small number of competitors and arose the champion. 

   “One could easily mistake you for a Templar young man-” Salazar had aparated right behind the young mage that had just made his way into his grand hallway and from up close he looked ever more strapping as if the robes barely managed to contain a well muscled body. “No matter, welcome and well done. I am hardly one easily impressed and aren’t you privileged to be honored with a chance of my audience to do so. What do I call you?” he asked sizing up his apprentice past his stature. 

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[acciofeelings-blog]

Little dragon tamer and a deer

Here you can get a starter!

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It's a beautiful autumn morning when Lily Potter lands at the yard of the Burrow. She had just finished a mission for the Order and had come to report who it went. She had also promised to babysit Charlie when the rest of the family were meeting other relatives. 

Lily knocks the door before opening it and walking in. "Yoo-hoo, is anyone home?" she yells at the door while putting her broom to lean against the wall and hanging her cloak to the coat rack. Her bag drops to the floor, it's about to burst from the things she had stuffed in.

She takes her wand from her pocket and waves it in the air "Accio Charles" she whispers and a giant stuffed dragon jumps out of the backpack. She smiles and hugs the plush before running up the stairs. She remembers which room is Charlie's and pushes the door ajar. She makes the dragon peek at the door. "Roar!" she yells while dragon is waving it's head. "Still asleep are we?"

[captainxkeeper]

The way you said I love you

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Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave.

Oliver and Charlie had exchanged countless “I love you”s over the years that had passed since the aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts where the young Oliver Wood had been able to offer his childhood crush a shoulder to cry on. They both mourned losses that day and in the time to follow, but at some point Charlie looked at Oliver and saw past the little boy who got knocked out during his first quidditch match, just like Oliver looked at Charlie and saw a human being in the place of his idol. Some might think it a let down, but Charlie was every bit as amazing as the younger man had made him out to be, just in a much more real way. 

The first I love you was said in an almost-whisper on a green field, their fingers laced together as they lie side by side. It had been quiet for a minute or so after Oliver had told Charlie how he used to have a crush on him.

“You know,” Charlie had said finally, “I think I love you, Oliver Wood.” 

“I think I love you too,” Oliver had replied. 

They had said the words so many times since then, in public, in private, as promises, reassurances, confirmations of what they both knew, apologies, excuses, and lately as band aids, trying to heal what was broken between them. 

“I love you,” Oliver would say apologetically when he came home late from practice. 

“I love you,” Charlie would say as he kissed Oliver goodbye before he had to leave because of an unexpected work emergency. 

But never, never once in their ups and downs of their relationship had an I love you sounded quite so broken. 

Oliver was dirty, his hear wet, mud all over his clothes, his broom on the floor where he’d dropped it when he saw Charlie’s bag as he came in an hour or so ago. 

Desperation was all that was left when he grabbed hold of the sleeve of Charlie’s jacket, one last attempt. 

“I love you,” he wanted to say so much more. Please don’t leave, I need you, I don’t know what I’ll do without you. But he tried to fit it all into those three words, as if there was any way to fix this.