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You are cordially invited to the 34th Death Day Celebrations of Lily and James Potter!  It’s a prompt meme, it’s a kink meme, it's an art meme, and it's a celebration of the first deaths in the book! Yuletide won't take you that long--you have loads of time, promise!

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Day 1 - October 31 - The moment (ish) when Lily and James Potter bit the dust 34 years ago! We're celebrating their noble, noble deaths for the sake of the wizarding world with prompts! Porn prompts, crack prompts, ship prompts, squid prompts--they're dead! They can't judge you! There's seven days to put as many prompts as you'd like on this post.
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Non-Twins M/M Weasleycest?

Date: 2015-10-31 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hi so I'm really into fictional redheads and I'm really into fictional incest, and HP fandom definitely delivers on all of the above. But I'd love to get more M/M Weasley sibling action with characters besides the twins! (and besides Ron because I like him and Hermione together too much.)

Any combo of Bill, Charlie, and/or Percy would be great! Any rating is cool with me. Dubcon and/or rough sex are also excellent, but not required :)

FILL: Charlie/Percy, Underage, Incest

Date: 2015-11-08 07:05 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Courtesy bump before the fill! CW: as the title says, underage and incest. Nothing explicit, but Percy's 14 and Charlie's 18.

Re: FILL: Charlie/Percy, Underage, Incest

Date: 2015-11-08 07:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Percy walks around like he’s on a tightrope, like the wrong breath will send him plummeting. It's like this every spring -- as exams near, he studies until he can't sit still a moment more, and then he paces the tower and seethes. It's anyone’s guess whether he’ll lash out or inwards.

Bill always said they should let him be, let him work things out on his own, but Bill’s been graduated two years now and Charlie was never one to let his siblings fall. The twins have each other, and little Ron and Ginny never really need anyone, but Percy has only his ambitions and his doubts.

So after practice Charlie sets down his broom, heads down into the Common Room and grabs Percy by the shoulder. “We’re going for a walk,” he says, and Percy splutters something about revision and impending failure but he follows, like always.

There’s a room on the seventh floor that one of the house elves told him about, where you walk past three times and it turns into anywhere you want. He takes a meandering route along the halls, so Percy doesn’t quite realize how many times they’ve walked the same stretch, and then pulls his brother in.

The possibilities are endless, but Charlie only ever needs an empty classroom, with a lock on the door.

When the lock clicks Percy slumps, a puppet with his strings dropped. He sits in a chair near the front of the classroom. “What’s this about, Charlie?” His fingers tap together when he gets like this, middle finger and thumb meeting again and again and again and there are worse ways to siphon off the tension.

Charlie sits cross-legged on the floor beside him and looks up. His brother’s thin and gangly, like Bill used to be. He’s going to be tall someday, Charlie can tell, but for now he’s just a narrow bundle of nerves behind thick-rimmed glasses. Charlie can’t help the urge to hold him together. “You’re driving half the tower crazy,” says Charlie. “You’ve got to tone it down.”

Percy rolls his eyes and scoots his chair back, the better to glare downwards. “Exams are important,” he says. “I can’t tone it down. I have to be prepared.”

You have to be prepared, he’s saying too, and there’s a real world out there where Charlie has to move beyond home and house and he isn’t sure he’s ready. He’s got plans and interviews and a Portkey to Romania if he wants it and there’s so much he doesn’t know, but he says anyway, “At this point, you either know it or you don’t. You’ll do better if you just relax the last few days.”

Percy gets that funny look in his eyes, a twist of his lips like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. Charlie reaches out a hand; Percy takes it, and slides down beside him. A bony shoulder up under his arm, a hand no longer shaking as it rests on his knee.

“You’re one to talk,” says Percy.

Of course he’s seen it, seen Charlie worrying about what comes next. Extra hours on the Quidditch pitch even though there’s nothing left to practice for. Percy’s perhaps the only one of his family who really gets him, and maybe that’s why Charlie lets him lean up, braced against Charlie’s knee and shoulder, to kiss behind his ear.

Charlie turns to face him, holds him still with a hand along his jaw. “You’re amazing, Percy” he says. “If you can just pull yourself together, you’ll be the best of us.”

Percy’s breath catches, blue eyes nearly glowing behind the glasses, and then his fingers tangle tight in Charlie’s hair. He drags him down into a messy kiss, and this is why Charlie’s looking at Romania. Because kissing his brother is the worst and best thing he’s ever done, because this has to end when he graduates, because he needs distance, because of pale skin over birdlike bones. Because of ink-stained fingers writing bruises into his shoulders.

Charlie doesn’t know what he’ll do next, but for now he knows this: he knows how to steady a boy on a tightrope.

FILL: Percy/Bill - Nothing Left to Say

Date: 2015-11-19 01:30 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I know that this has already been filled, but I wanted to write something anyway.


Percy rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was thrilled to be working with Mr. Crouch – it was an honor – but the amount of paperwork that he was required to complete was overwhelming. It was wearing him down, but he refused to give up. You didn’t get anywhere in life by being lazy.

He heard his bedroom door open, but he didn't need to look up to know who it was. Bill whispered a locking and silencing spell before walking up behind his chair. Percy felt arms wrap around him from behind as a head rested atop his own.

"How's the cauldron bottoms coming along, Perce?" Bill kissed Percy’s hair, and the younger Weasley scoffed in response.

"Horribly” he retorted sourly. He felt Bill smile into his hair. Hands began to massage his shoulders, and he sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes in content.

"I've missed you," Percy confessed quietly. The hands paused for a moment before resuming their relaxing ministrations.

"I've missed you too… More than you know." The last part was said with a hint of pain that had Percy looking up. Blue eyes so similar to his own looked back at him. Bill leaned down, capturing Percy's lips in a tender kiss. His big brother’s smile was sad when he pulled back, and it made Percy's chest ache.

The younger redhead stood up, walking around the chair to embrace the other in a hug, resting his head against Bill’s chest. They stood there in silence, holding each other and breathing in the other's scent. It was comforting and familiar, and Percy felt the tension slowly draining from his body.

"You're not moving to Egypt with me, are you?" Bill asked quietly. Percy swallowed, keeping his face pressed against Bill's chest so that he wouldn't have to look his big brother in the eyes.

That was always supposed to be the plan. Percy would move to Egypt for a few years to get international experience. It was a great thing to put on his resume, and it would even give him the chance to learn another language and add ‘bilingual’ to his list of qualifications.

Besides, no one would suspect anything strange about two brothers living together as roommates to save money. After a few years, they'd both move back here, and Percy would work for the Ministry while Bill worked at Gringotts. The job with Mr. Crouch was unexpected, but Percy couldn’t turn down such an amazing opportunity when it was presented to him.

"No," he answered just as quietly. He felt Bill nod as if he wasn't surprised, and that made Percy feel even guiltier. He wanted to say that he was sorry, but the words felt cheap and hollow.

Instead, he said "I love you.” Bill's grip around him tightened slightly.

"I love you too, Perce." They stood there in silence, because there was nothing left to say.

Re: FILL: Percy/Bill - Nothing Left to Say

Date: 2015-11-19 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Omg I just saw these!! I don't have time to read them right this second but cannot wait to be home from work :)

Re: FILL: Percy/Bill - Nothing Left to Say

Date: 2015-11-20 02:15 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP again (confession, I wrote the first fill myself so I'm not being an asshole by not commenting on it hahaa)

HELLO AUTHOR!ANON I LOVE THIS!!! It is exactly the kind of quiet, tender, bittersweet moment I could read over and over again. I love how you portray their dynamic, and how Percy softens when he's with Bill. Love love love, thank you!!

Re: FILL: Percy/Bill - Nothing Left to Say

Date: 2015-11-20 03:19 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Haha. I've written for my own prompt before, so don't feel bad ;)

I'm really glad that you liked it though! I love Percy/Bill & Percy/Charlie, so I couldn't resist your prompt. I always imagine Percy showing his gentler side with them :D
From: (Anonymous)
So I'm submitting another fill...


Percy looked up from his paperwork when he heard his bedroom door slam shut. He was met with the two very angry faces of his older brothers as they both glared forcefully at him.

“What the bloody hell Perce!” Charlie began. Bill cast a silencing charm in a calm voice, but Percy could tell that he was seething beneath the surface. Percy raised his eyebrows in question. He had a feeling that feigning ignorance was his best chance here.

“Is there a problem?” he asked innocently, and Charlie scoffed. Bill narrowed his eyes. Okay, so maybe pretending to be ignorant wasn’t such a good idea after all. He forgot that Bill could see through him in a heartbeat.

“A problem? Well, yes, I’d say so,” Bill began, and Percy inwardly groaned. Bill was using his ‘restrained anger’ voice, which was never a good sign. Percy forced himself to keep his gaze locked on his older brother’s. Bill’s eyes were brimming with rage and hurt, and the latter made Percy feel like the worst person in the world.

“Why is it that we had to hear from Fred that you were dating some Penelope?” Bill continued, the betrayal clear in his voice. Percy sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I can explain,” he started, but Charlie cut him off.

“You can explain? Explain what? How you’ve been cheating on us with some girl for Merlin knows how long?” His voice was getting louder and louder, as it usually did when he was angry. He was definitely the more explosive of the two, and Percy was glad that Bill was smart enough to remember the silencing charm. Percy shook his head in exasperation.

“I’m not dating Penelope.” Charlie opened his mouth to retort angrily, but he closed it when he realized what Percy had said. Charlie and Bill looked at each other and then back at Percy in confusion.

“Wait, you’re not?” Bill finally asked, hope creeping into his voice, and Percy shook his head in fond amusement. Honestly, how could these idiots even believe that he would ever want anyone else?

“No. There was a guy in Ravenclaw that kept flirting with Penny, and he just would not take the hint that she wasn’t interested. She asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend so that he would leave her alone. The plan was for him to walk in on us kissing, and then we would tell him the story about us dating in secret for months,” he paused, looking between their skeptical expressions.

“He was supposed to be on prefect rounds that night in that corridor, so when we heard footsteps, we just assumed that it was him. Needless to say, it was actually Ginny, but it was easier to just stick with the same story than explain everything.” He didn’t feel the need to add that it was also a good cover so that his little sister didn’t suspect that he was secretly dating their two eldest brothers. Bill looked relieved by his explanation, but Charlie was still scowling.

“So you were making out with her as a friend? That’s still cheating, you git!” He all but growled, and Percy scowled in response.

“Oh please! It’s not as if you have anything to worry about. In case you hadn’t noticed, Penelope is a girl, and while she is quite lovely, she is missing an important part that I happen to like very much,” he said matter-of-factly, looking pointedly at Charlie’s crotch. Bill grinned, and Charlie huffed, crossing his arms, but his expression no longer held any real heat.

“Fine,” he muttered. He was pouting, and Percy had to bite his lip to keep from smiling at the adorable expression. Charlie – the big, dangerous dragon tamer – looked like a puppy whose favorite toy had been taken away. Percy crossed the short distance between them, pulling Charlie into a heated kiss.

His brother returned it eagerly, wrapping one arm around Percy’s back to pull him closer as he tangled his other hand in Percy’s hair. Percy felt Bill press up against him from behind, placing his hands on Percy’s hips and kissing his neck as his erection pressed against Percy’s arse. Percy pulled away from the kiss to look at Charlie, whose eyes were dark with lust.

“You have nothing to worry about” he said breathlessly. Charlie searched his gaze for a moment before nodding.

“Good” he said, nipping at Percy’s lip and causing the younger to shiver.

“But no more kissing anyone besides us from now on. Period.” His tone left no room for argument, though Percy wasn’t inclined to do so anyway. He loved the possessiveness in Charlie’s voice, and he nodded helpless as he swallowed hard. Bill pulled his lips away from Percy’s neck long enough to speak gently in his ear.

“We love you, Perce. Don’t worry us like that again.” Percy felt warmth spreading through him at the words, and he leaned into Bill happily.

“I won’t. I promise.” He closed his eyes, content to be pressed between the two men he loved. He couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.
From: (Anonymous)


This is so excellent, thank you! Poor long-suffering Percy. And possessiveness is a huge kink of mine so this hit all the right buttons :)
From: (Anonymous)
Aww, thank you again for commenting! I love possessiveness too, especially with Bill/Percy and Charlie/Percy, so I'm glad that I'm not the only one! :)

FILL: Percy/Bill - I'm There When You Need Me

Date: 2015-11-20 03:15 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Okay, so I've already filled this prompt twice, but I just needed to write one more thing! (Sorry). Warnings for rough sex and dubcon (maybe?) Takes place during the 7th book.


He can feel it building inside him. The volcano bubbling just below the surface. The monster trying to claw its way out of his skin. The full moon taunts him even when he refuses to look at it. Ever since Fenrir attacked him, Bill’s changed – not physically; not into a werewolf. He’s changed inside. The full moon brings about a rage in him that he can’t control.

It makes him want to growl; to bite; to rip something apart and shred it into little tiny pieces. It terrifies him, because he can’t trust himself anymore. He snapped at Fleur again tonight, and he can’t even remember why. Her hurt expression was enough to make him feel like he was drowning in guilt. He had to get away until the full moon was over – he needed to protect her from himself.

He managed to walk calmly outside, but as soon as the door was closed, he took off running. He didn’t even know where he was going at first. There was a pounding in his ears and a thrumming in his veins. He suddenly knew exactly where he wanted to go – to the one person that deserved his anger. Percy. His little brother had hurt everyone in their family, including Bill.

Bill had scanned the crowd at his wedding up until the moment he said ‘I do’, hoping to catch a glimpse of his brother, but Percy never showed. After Bill was attacked, they had given him potions for the pain, and Fleur said that he kept asking for Percy. Even in his drugged state, he didn’t understand why his little brother didn’t visit him to see if he was alright.

Percy deserved everything that Bill wanted to do. He arrived at Percy’s doorstep with little recollection of how he got there, his eyes blazing as he pounded on the door. Percy opened it, his little brother’s eyes widening in surprise when he saw who was on the other side.

“Bill?” he started, but the elder man pushed past him and stormed inside. The lava was threatening to erupt soon, and he needed somewhere for it to go.

“You’re a prat, you know that?” he spat out, glaring at Percy in contempt. His brother opened and closed his mouth, but chose to say nothing. It infuriated Bill that he wasn’t apologizing. He wasn’t even arguing. It was like he didn’t care how Bill felt or what he said at all.

“You left us all. You abandoned your family – the few people in the world who actually loved you and put up with your shit. You’re a selfish prick who doesn’t care about anyone but yourself. I bet you get off on the power, huh? You’re sick. George lost a bloody ear, and yet here you are, as bloody perfect as always. Perfect Percy,” he spat venomously, his voice dripping with betrayal. Percy’s eyes were shining with pain, and he swallowed before suddenly giving Bill a sad smile.

“It’s the full moon,” he said quietly. Bill reeled back as if he had been struck, eyes wide. Percy was looking at him with understanding, and everything felt wrong. Percy wasn’t supposed to be the one person who got it. Percy was supposed to act like a git. He couldn’t deal with this. He continued as if his little brother never said anything at all, because that was all that he could do.

“You didn’t even show up when dad was hurt. He almost died, but you wouldn’t care about that, would you? You were probably too busy kissing the Minister’s arse,” he snapped again, trying to goad Percy into a confrontation. Percy remained silent, and it was making Bill feel like he was spinning even more out of control.

He needed Percy to say something - anything. His silence felt like indifference, and it hurt so badly that Bill didn’t know what to do. He was feeling more helpless and frustrated than he’d ever felt, and he hated it. He shoved Percy against the wall, raising an arm to punch him. He wanted to do it so badly; to make Percy suffer the way that he was suffering. The younger redhead just looked at him calmly and sympathetically.

“Do what you have to do,” he said quietly. Something inside Bill snapped, and before he knew what he was doing, he was crushing his lips to Percy’s with a bruising force. Percy hesitated for a moment before returning the kiss. Bill needed somewhere to put all of his emotions, and Percy felt like he owed him at least that much.

Bill had always been there for him, but when his older brother finally needed him, Percy was nowhere to be found. He could make excuses for days, but the truth was that he was just too proud and stubborn to admit that he was wrong. But this – this thing that Bill needed – was something that he could do. He let Bill take control, biting hard enough to draw blood, and Percy just took it.

Bill pulled away slightly, growling and ripping Percy’s shirt off. He started biting and sucking down Percy’s neck, the overwhelming need to mark his little brother making his head dizzy. He wanted to claim Percy so his little brother knew exactly who he belonged to. He shoved Percy down on the bed, though he didn’t remember ever moving to the bedroom.

It was like he was moving in a fog. It was his body doing everything, but he wasn’t in control. It felt like he was a puppet, and someone else was pulling the strings. His vision was red as he tugged Percy’s pants down. The younger man tensed but said nothing, and that was all the permission that Bill needed. He shoved inside Percy roughly, and his little brother cried out in pain. The sound made Bill pause for a moment, blinking at Percy in a daze.

Percy bit his lip to stifle anymore noise and nodded his head for Bill to continue. His older brother needed this, and Percy needed to make amends the only way that he knew how. Bill began thrusting, pushing himself inside roughly. Percy’s body was warm and tight, and it made the heat inside Bill burn even brighter. He felt like he was suffocating in a fire that threatened to consume him as he pounded inside his brother. Percy’s flaccid lay between them, but he didn’t even notice.

Everything was building, until suddenly, it all exploded like a blasting curse. He came with a loud howl, shoving inside Percy so roughly that his little brother’s head slammed against the headboard. Black spots danced in front of Percy’s eyes as Bill came down from his high. He was panting, but he felt like he could finally breathe. The fire had been extinguished; the storm finally passed. His body is trembling from the intensity of it, but he feels nothing except relief.

He pulls out of Percy slowly, resting his head against the other’s forehead. He kisses Percy’s closed eyes, and only then does he realize that his little brother’s lashes are wet from tears. He pulls back immediately, eyes scanning over Percy in distress. His little brother’s face is still scrunched up in pain, and there are tear tracks down his cheeks. Bill looks down, and his veins turn to ice when he sees red covering the sheets. He looks at his little brother in horror.

“You’re – you’re bleeding,” he stammers out faintly. Percy doesn’t meet his gaze, and Bill feels like he’s going to be sick.

“It’s okay,” Percy says quietly, and Bill feels like he’s been hit in the chest with a bludger. The tears come so quickly that he can’t stop them, and he’s suddenly sobbing into Percy’s chest. All of his fear and pain and frustrating – everything that he’s been holding back for so long – comes pouring out.

Percy rubs his back soothingly and whispers “Shh, it’s okay,” but it’s not okay, and Bill doesn’t think that it ever will be.

He shouldn’t be crying to Percy after what he just did, but he can’t let go. He can’t do anything except hold onto Percy like a lifeline. Right now, Percy’s the only thing keeping Bill from falling into a dark hole that’s so deep that he could never climb out of it. Right now, he needs Percy, and for the first time, Percy’s there.
From: (Anonymous)

Nonnie this is like Christmas! Fucked-up incest Christmas. This was so hot and messed up in the best way, and you conveyed Bill's emotional state really well. The last paragraph is a perfect conclusion too. Love it :D
From: (Anonymous)
Lmao. "Fucked-up incest Christmas." That's too funny.

But I'm really happy that you liked it! I was worried that it would be too messed up for you :P

FILL: Percy/Bill, Very Mild but Very Underage

Date: 2015-11-21 03:13 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
*peeks out from around the bush*

So I wrote a fourth thing for this. It didn't turn out as planned, and I'm kinda ashamed, but I thought I'd post it anyway, since this is anonymous :P It's very mild, but still completely inappropriate, because it's very underage.

In case you're wondering about the ages, Ginny is about 4, Ron is about 5, the twins are about 7, Percy is about 9, Charlie is about 13, and Bill is about 15.


“I want to play wedding,” little Ginny said innocently. All 6 Weasley boys froze and looked at her with wide eyes. Their mother and father had gone out for the day, leaving Bill and Charlie in charge of their younger siblings since they were home visiting from Hogwarts.

“Um, Ginny, why don’t we play something else?” Bill offered, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Yea, weddings are for girls,” Fred complained. Ginny stuck out her lower lip in an adorable pout.

“I never get to play what I want,” she said, and her lip began wobbling as her eyes welled with tears. Charlie and Bill exchanged frantic looks. Everyone knew that if Ginny started crying, you were in big trouble. That girl was small, but she had a set of lungs on her that could rival any man.

“Well, how about we color a picture? You like to color,” Charlie tried enthusiastically. Ginny frowned, and she titled her head back, letting out a loud wail. Percy, the twins, and Ron all covered their ears as Ginny cried and screamed. She sounded as if she were being brutally tortured, and Bill and Charlie looked like they were on the verge of a panic attack.

“Ok, okay, we’ll play wedding!” Bill yelled over Ginny’s screaming, desperately trying to calm his upset little sister. Ginny suddenly stopped, looking at them with bright eyes and a wide smile.

“Yay!” She hopped upstairs, presumably to get supplies, and Bill sighed in relief. Everyone else grumbled.

“I don’t want to play wedding!” George complained, but Bill silenced him with a glare.

“Too bad! I don’t want to either, but we don’t have a choice,” he retorted, his voice leaving no room for argument. Ron threw his toy at Bill’s head. The eldest turned to glare at him while Fred and George snickered behind their hands. Ginny returned a moment later with a veil and a tie.

“Where did you get those?” Charlie asked, perplexed, and Ginny shrugged.
“Mom and dad’s room. Now, Charlie, you’re the mister,” she began, and Bill laughed.

“You mean the minister,” he corrected, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Right, that’s what I said. Bill, you’re the husband, the twins are the best mens, Ron is the ring bear,” she continued. Charlie opened his mouth to correct her, but Bill silenced him with a look.

“And Percy is the wife,” she finished happily. Percy’s eyes widened in horror.

“What?! Why do I have to be the wife?!” He shrieked while the twins rolled around on the floor, howling with laughter. Ginny put her hands on her hips and huffed, looking eerily like their mother.

“Because you’re the most like mommy,” she stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which only set Fred and George off more.

“But, but you’re the girl! You should be the wife!” Percy argued, looking to Bill and Charlie for help. The older boys both shrugged, looking far too amused for Percy’s liking. Ginny just rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“I can’t be the wife because I’m the flower girl. Duh!” she replied. Charlie was hiding his smile behind his hands as Bill attempted not to laugh. Poor Percy looked positively distraught.

“Well, I’m not doing it!” he yelled. Ginny blinked, opening her mouth to begin wailing again, but Charlie grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth as the twins ducked under the table for cover.

“Don’t worry, Ginny. Percy will be the bride, okay? Isn’t that right, Percy?” Charlie gave Percy a warning look. The younger redhead looked ready to protest, but a glare from Bill made him stop. He huffed and crossed his arms angrily.

“Fine,” he ground out, glaring fiercely at his older brothers. The look of betrayal on his face made it seem like they handed him over to dementors instead of making him play a game of pretend. Everyone sighed in relief as Charlie took his hand away from Ginny’s mouth. She was smiling triumphantly, and Percy scowled at her obvious act.

“Good, let’s get started!” she beamed.

After forcing Percy to wear the veil, which had been a challenge in and of itself, the “ceremony” began. Ginny walked down the aisle, throwing tiny pieces of flowers on the floor that she had collected outside and tore apart, and Bill inwardly groaned at the thought of having to clean that up later.

“Do you, Bill Weasley, take Percy Wealey to be your something something wife through sickness and health, for blah blah blah, and so forth, do you?” Charlie said in a faux-serious voice. The twins laughed while Bill looked amused, and Ginny pursed her lips, but refrained from saying anything.

“I do,” said Bill as seriously as he could manage, while Percy blushed all the way up to his ears and down his neck.

“And do you, Percival Weasley, take Bill Weasley to be your husband until the end of time?” Charlie continued, and Percy scowled.

“That’s not how it goes, Charlie!” he protested, but Charlie rolled his eyes as Bill smirked.

“Oh shut it, Perce, and marry our brother,” Fred shouted, causing George and Ron to break off into fits of laughter. Percy huffed.

“I do,” he grumbled, and Charlie grinned.

“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife!” He proclaimed, raising his arms. Ginny clapped, and everyone else followed suit. Percy sighed, relieved that it was over, but Ginny wasn’t done yet.

“No, no! You have to kiss the wife!” she insisted. Percy’s eyes widened in horror, and Bill’s widened in surprise.

“Errm, right,” he said uncomfortably. He gave Percy’s cheek a quick peck, causing his little brother to grow even redder, whether from embarrassment or anger.

“No,” Ginny huffed in exasperation as if her brothers couldn’t do anything right.

“On the lips!” she demanded. Percy spluttered, and Bill’s face began to grow red. Charlie sniggered.

“Yea, go on, Bill, kiss your bride,” he quipped with an amused grin, and Bill glared at him. He looked back at Ginny, who wore a determined expression. He could tell that she was not willing to change her mind anytime soon. The last thing he wanted to do was risk another meltdown, so he sighed in defeat. He leaned forward, placing his lips on Percy’s.

Percy’s lips were soft, and Bill’s stomach squirmed uncomfortably as a sudden warmth spread through his body. He pulled back in horror of his body’s less-than-appropriate reaction. Percy was blushing and avoiding his gaze while everyone else laughed and clapped, completely unaware of their brother’s internal conflict.

Afterwards, Ginny insisted on a “recession” with music and food. Since none of them were great at cooking, the only food that they had was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips, but no one minded. They stuffed their faces until Ginny dragged Charlie out to the “dance floor.” He grumbled as the other’s laughed, but their amusement was short-lived since Ginny insisted that everyone had to dance.

She demanded that the “couple” dance together, so Bill and Percy both sighed, standing awkwardly next to each other. Bill wrapped his arms around Percy, feeling his face heat up when heat pooled in his belly. They avoided each other’s gaze for a few moments, Bill unnervingly distracted by the way Percy kept biting his lip.

“You know,” Percy finally whispered, blushing and avoiding Bill’s gaze as his older brother looked at him.

“I wouldn’t mind marrying you when we get older,” he finished, blushing vividly. A strange, fuzzy feeling formed in Bill’s chest as he swallowed.
“Neither would I,” he whispered back honestly. He shouldn’t have said it, but he couldn’t take it back now, and the huge smile that Percy gave him in response was completely worth it.

Bill wasn’t sure what all of this meant, and truthfully, he wasn’t ready to figure it out. It was probably better to just ignore these feelings for a little while longer. Maybe one day he would understand this more, but for now, he was content to just dance with his “bride” for a little longer.
From: (Anonymous)

Yeah, fucked-up incest Christmas is apparently an ongoing holiday. Thank you so much for this, A!A! It was... charming, actually? Really pretty adorable, and about as... age-appropriate as it could be. "I wouldn't mind marrying you when we get older" is so adorable.

Anyway. Thank you so much for writing all of these! You captured so many different facets of the prompt, and absolutely made my week :)
From: (Anonymous)
Aww, I'm glad that you thought it was charming! I wanted to make it mild so it wasn't too creepy for their ages :P I don't know why, but I always imagine Bill as having feelings for Percy even from a young age. Is that fucked up? Lol.

I'm glad that I made your week! Thank you for the prompt! I'm just happy that someone else likes these couples :D


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