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Fic: The Definition of Merry
Title: The Definition of Merry
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gala_apples
Rating: R
Pairings: Charlie/James II, Charlie/Victoire, Charlie/Hugo
Wordcount: 670
Warnings: Incest, het and slash, vaguely mentioned drug use
Prompts: 66. Charlie - home for Christmas to spread some "cheer" around.
A/N: I really wanted to make this into an epic orgy peice, but my other deadlines are closing in on me, and I figured a short fic was better than no fic. Maybe post-Harry/Ron Big Bang I will write an orgy sequel.
Charlie Weasley always came home for Christmas. Since Victoire's birth he'd eschewed warm summer holidays, lying on hot sand, crystal clear blue water mere feet away to visit the Burrow and suffer in the cold snow. He wasn't fond of heaps of snow, and though Romania wasn't known for it's desert-like climate, one fiery belch from a Horntail was enough to melt even mountains of the stuff. The weather truly was worse in England than on the reserve.
Of course, the point of coming home wasn't to make snow angels, or even go tobogganing. The point was to cheer up his siblings and nieces and nephews. Not that anyone was particularly depressed. But they didn't seem especially merry, either, and that was what the season called for.
For a few it was as simple as providing the right stimulation.
Harry always seemed to collapse under the weight of numerous Christmas charity dinners, and there was no question of refusing the invitation. Society would look down on him, and out of the public eye he'd still feel guilty for not helping. Charlie couldn't help with the citizen's demands, nor Harry's martyr complex. But he could sit Harry down just before apparation and burn through a joint with him. It left him hungry enough to enjoy the endless rounds of turkey, amused enough to see each identical event as funny.
Dominique was cursed with hyperactivity, a behaviour Hermione called ADHD, though most of the family had no idea what she was on about. Though Hermione was a part of the family, when she went off about muggle things like sicky-atree, it was easy to ignore her. Calming Draughts worked spottily at best, and neither Bill nor Fleur approved of dosing their child. At Hogwarts Dominique was able to make it through his day, involved in many clubs to put his ability to multitask at best use. During the Christmas holidays he went mad with boredom, as the rest of the cousins spent the day lazing around. Helping Dominique make his way into muggle London to find video arcades was the nicest thing Charlie could do.
Molly was the youngest of the family at only five, and tended to be utterly ignored. A simple offer of a game of exploding snap was enough to send Molly into spasms of delight, giving her the choice of activity could quite possibly cause her to faint.
For the rest, it was still about providing the right stimulation.
Something he never would have suspected about James Potter, so meticulous with his appearance, was how much he enjoyed being shoved against a wall and rutted against. It got to Charlie too, there were so many tiny ways James fell apart. His precisely parted hair stuck out with static after being dragged against the wallpaper. His shirt was rumpled, the crease in his trousers flattened. And his flawless skin, made so by an intense regime of washing, ruddy pink with blush. It was hard to pick his favourite.
For Victoire, hardly any stimulation at all was needed. She was one of those women you heard about, but never actually knew, that could orgasm with the touch of a single finger. It was fun to play her like an instrument, see how many times he could make her groan, shaking around his fingers.
Hugo on the other hand needed a good hard fucking to get off. If he didn't have bruises, some finger shaped from a too tight grip, some corner shaped from tumbling into a table, then it wasn't a good time.
Each Christmas Charlie came home on a mission to make everyone as pleased as possible. When they were younger it was all about the creating the perfect play experience, as each teenager passed a certain age the definition of playing expanded. As far as he knew, he'd never missed an opportunity to spread cheer. Charlie knew how to mould the Weasleys into happy people, and if merriment wasn't the true meaning of Christmas then he was totally content celebrating the holiday incorrectly.
Author:
gala_applesRating: R
Pairings: Charlie/James II, Charlie/Victoire, Charlie/Hugo
Wordcount: 670
Warnings: Incest, het and slash, vaguely mentioned drug use
Prompts: 66. Charlie - home for Christmas to spread some "cheer" around.
A/N: I really wanted to make this into an epic orgy peice, but my other deadlines are closing in on me, and I figured a short fic was better than no fic. Maybe post-Harry/Ron Big Bang I will write an orgy sequel.
Charlie Weasley always came home for Christmas. Since Victoire's birth he'd eschewed warm summer holidays, lying on hot sand, crystal clear blue water mere feet away to visit the Burrow and suffer in the cold snow. He wasn't fond of heaps of snow, and though Romania wasn't known for it's desert-like climate, one fiery belch from a Horntail was enough to melt even mountains of the stuff. The weather truly was worse in England than on the reserve.
Of course, the point of coming home wasn't to make snow angels, or even go tobogganing. The point was to cheer up his siblings and nieces and nephews. Not that anyone was particularly depressed. But they didn't seem especially merry, either, and that was what the season called for.
For a few it was as simple as providing the right stimulation.
Harry always seemed to collapse under the weight of numerous Christmas charity dinners, and there was no question of refusing the invitation. Society would look down on him, and out of the public eye he'd still feel guilty for not helping. Charlie couldn't help with the citizen's demands, nor Harry's martyr complex. But he could sit Harry down just before apparation and burn through a joint with him. It left him hungry enough to enjoy the endless rounds of turkey, amused enough to see each identical event as funny.
Dominique was cursed with hyperactivity, a behaviour Hermione called ADHD, though most of the family had no idea what she was on about. Though Hermione was a part of the family, when she went off about muggle things like sicky-atree, it was easy to ignore her. Calming Draughts worked spottily at best, and neither Bill nor Fleur approved of dosing their child. At Hogwarts Dominique was able to make it through his day, involved in many clubs to put his ability to multitask at best use. During the Christmas holidays he went mad with boredom, as the rest of the cousins spent the day lazing around. Helping Dominique make his way into muggle London to find video arcades was the nicest thing Charlie could do.
Molly was the youngest of the family at only five, and tended to be utterly ignored. A simple offer of a game of exploding snap was enough to send Molly into spasms of delight, giving her the choice of activity could quite possibly cause her to faint.
For the rest, it was still about providing the right stimulation.
Something he never would have suspected about James Potter, so meticulous with his appearance, was how much he enjoyed being shoved against a wall and rutted against. It got to Charlie too, there were so many tiny ways James fell apart. His precisely parted hair stuck out with static after being dragged against the wallpaper. His shirt was rumpled, the crease in his trousers flattened. And his flawless skin, made so by an intense regime of washing, ruddy pink with blush. It was hard to pick his favourite.
For Victoire, hardly any stimulation at all was needed. She was one of those women you heard about, but never actually knew, that could orgasm with the touch of a single finger. It was fun to play her like an instrument, see how many times he could make her groan, shaking around his fingers.
Hugo on the other hand needed a good hard fucking to get off. If he didn't have bruises, some finger shaped from a too tight grip, some corner shaped from tumbling into a table, then it wasn't a good time.
Each Christmas Charlie came home on a mission to make everyone as pleased as possible. When they were younger it was all about the creating the perfect play experience, as each teenager passed a certain age the definition of playing expanded. As far as he knew, he'd never missed an opportunity to spread cheer. Charlie knew how to mould the Weasleys into happy people, and if merriment wasn't the true meaning of Christmas then he was totally content celebrating the holiday incorrectly.
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This is not something I've seen before, and it's brilliant.
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The last three examples GUH! *dies*
My favourite which believe me when I tell you is a hard choice to make was Harry. I want to read more about that.
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