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Let’s start off with some basics, though. ASL does NOT follow English grammar (Signed Exact English/SEE does, but it is not ASL), it only uses English words and a lot of the communication with singing is done via facial expression and body language. Basically, it goes in the order of time > topic > comment. For example, “ I am going to pet dogs next week” would be “next week dogs me pet”, but there are quite a few variants and every person who signs will have a different way of doing this. Sort of how people who speak English in different parts of America have an accent and different ways to sign things. The most important thing to note about ASL is that *American* Sign Language is not universal. Most languages have their own form of SL and a lot of the word signs/alphabets are not at all the same. Another note, learning SEE may seem easier at first, but it can actually make the transition to ASL grammar that much more difficult. An example of differing signs is BSL (British Sign Language) vs ASL. 

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OUR BABY GIRL IS ALL GROWN UP!

While We're Young | Part One

Summary: Following Bill’s injury and all that came with that, his future beside Fleur seems vague. Will the arrival of a beloved from the past and the remembrance of an oath long forgotten help him find the way to happiness?

 MASTERLIST

Bill sits comfortably on the worn-out chair in the kitchen, legs hoisted up on the table seeing that his mother is nowhere around him. He flicks another page of ‘The Daily Prophet’ and inhales slowly, breathing in the smell of freshly baked goods and floor polish that surrounds him. 

The scent of molten sugar attacks his nose then and as if on instinct, his hand reaches for the large glass container on the counter behind him. His mouth waters at the sight of the sugar-coated almonds that stay there untouched in all their colorful glory.

With the skill of a typical Weasley raised and trained for this very task, Bill makes quick work of sneaking a handful of them out the jar and into the pockets of his dragon-printed pajama bottoms that look a little too small for his size. Not surprising considering they’re stolen from Charlie’s old things.

There are even candle wax stains still showing on the sleeves from all the times he’d lie awake late at night and write down his latest findings with a passion Bill had never seen before.

The doorbell rings and he almost jolts at the sudden, piercing sound. Such peaceful silence had prevailed over the house before; something unlikely for the Weasley residence, to say the least. His mother’s downstairs folding laundry and for once, the twins hide quietly in their bedroom, not wreaking havoc in the rest of the house. Whatever they’re planning, they’re being sneaky this time.  

The ring sounds gain and Bill can’t help but cringe at how loud that sound is. It’s been that way ever since Fred came up with his brilliant plan about pranking their poor parents and absolutely ruined the whole entire system in the process. Ever since it’s been considered a torture device inside the Weasley threshold - that’s how Ginny likes to call it at least - and Bill can’t help but agree with that statement. Still, none bothers to get it fixed so it remains this way.

They’ll get used to it someday, perhaps.

“William! Could you come down for a second, dear?”

His eyes roll to the back of his head at the sound of his full name; William. What an absolute nuisance it’s always been, especially so considering only a specific few would ever call him that these days. His mother just happens to be inside that list.

An awful lot of dramatic sighs and dragged feet down the stairs later, Bill’s standing on the last step with hands buried in his pockets as if to ensure the hidden sweets have not escaped.

“Mum, if this is about getting that dye stain out of the carpet, I’ve told you a million times I have no idea how it got th-” his breath seizes rather quickly upon lifting his gaze to meet the figure standing in the doorway.

“Now, now. You’ve always been quite the talker, Mr.Weasley. I suppose old habits never die.”

You’re standing there with sparkling eyes and a smile bright enough to light the room and its darkness and Billy almost loses his footing right then as he takes in the sweetness of your grin and the couple of bags that lie forgotten by your feet.

Before he knows it, he’s walking towards you and his arms scoop you up like a child until you’re safely tucked inside his loving embrace and he can squeeze for as long as he’d like, as if to make up for lost time. The sudden contact makes you yelp but you laugh, wrapping both your arms around his neck as if to keep yourself from falling, as much as you know he’d never let you fall.

Bill’s eyes slide shut and he tries his best to ground himself at the moment, taking in your scent that he almost forgot in the years of your absence. It’s still the same; floral, sweet.

You smell like memories if such thing is possible, and candy floss you’d always buy while roaming muggle carnivals and winning every game. You also smell like candles burning late at night or early in the morning sometimes when the two of you stayed up forever reading books and hearing stories that his father had told him a thousand times.

He absolutely loves how you smell.

Next time he opens his eyes, you’re still all he can see but the smile on your face has almost faltered due to lack of oxygen and the feeling of your ribs possibly crushing under the pressure of his arms around your waist. With a sheepish smile, he lets you go and you can’t help but let out a sigh when your feet touch the ground but his hand never leaves yours.

“Hi,” he whispers it like a secret promise, mouth barely hovering above your hair as he does.

“Hello there…It’s nice seeing you too.”  Your tone is teasing, light and sweet just as you.

He laughs and it’s a loud, breathy sound that you’ve missed so very much.

“Of course it’s nice seeing you. I missed you so much.”

“Same goes for me, Willy.”

Willy. What a pure perfect sound it is when spoken from your very lips and yet he hasn’t heard it in so long, it almost sounds a bit strange now.

“Please say you’re back permanently…please.”

“You know I can’t say that. As much as I’d like to stay, father awaits back home and I’d have no work here.”

Bill frowns and opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him.

“What I can promise you though is that I’ll stay long enough for you to grow tired of my presence.”

“I would never. I just wish you could have let me know a bit sooner, my week would certainly be better if you did.”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it?” you beam and he melts. “I have your mum to thank for that, she was so lovely to keep it all under wraps until I got here.”

Another sigh escapes him; a rather playful one this time. “Of course she did. Conspiracies seem to be mother’s point of expertise.”

“Oh, hush. You can’t blame her. I only wanted to have a little fun; that’s all.”

“So shocking me brings you joy, huh?”

“You should have picked up on that long ago.”

Bill laughs again, pure joy coursing through his veins. “Come on, little one, let’s get you somewhere to me before the others discover you’re here and steal you away.”

“Oh yes, Mr.Weasley! Do take me away.” you giggle and he mirrors it while interlocking your hands.

Tugging you towards him, he ushers you up the stairs and out his window, climbing the wall before making your way to the roof where the two of you settle like it’s second nature to you. It is, in so many ways.

You’ve spent hundreds of nights up here, looking up at the stars and stealing glances at each other whenever you managed to sneak away from family dinners on every holiday vacation spent in his home. The constellations shine just as bright tonight while you use your hands to map them and Bill watches with a starstruck look on his face.

“You’ve changed so much.” it’s a whisper from his mouth that almost gets lost in the passing zephyr but your hearing catches it somehow and your head jerks to meet his blue-green orbs peering down at you.

You laugh and lift your head from his lap to smooth his hair, “Says you. You’re not even wearing that earring anymore, Willy. Did the infamous Bill Weasley decide upon toning down his coolness at last?”

He shakes his head but the smile fades from his lips when images of the new pair of scars scathing his face come to mind. You fail to pay any attention to a couple of insignificant scars though. He’s oh so thankful for that.

“So where will your highness be staying?”

“I haven’t quite figured out that part yet…”

Billy smiles and kisses your nose in affection. “Good, that means you’re staying with us. Under no circumstances would I like to miss out on your snoring, my darling.”

“I don’t snore!”

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-knowing Bill at Hogwarts (i mean, this guys was one of the most well-known kids in his year)

-but you didn’t talk a ton (because you were both waaay too into each other to act normal around one another)

-reconnecting when you both join the Order

-then you have to talk

-immediate connection

-let’s be serious, Sirius and Lupin would see you were into each other and put you guys on missions together just to see what would happen

-the whole Order being in on it

-all Bill’s siblings being so ready to have Bill approach because he needs to gush about you

-the whole Weasley family shipping you two so hard and always trying to put out helpful suggestions of cool date ideas

-when he finally asks you out? everyone celebrates, especially after they find out the date was amazing (but you and Bill have no idea everyone knows)

-after that, you and Bill try to discreetly be cute and flirt but everyone can see what you’re doing

-the second you and Bill reveal to the Order that you’re officially together, fireworks and confetti go off and Sirius has to pay Lupin ten quid 

-being just so in love

-he has a thing for playing with your hair

-having this guys arm over your shoulders and he is toll boi

-that cute ass smile

-and he is so smart so you always have something to talk about

-tiptoeing to kiss him

-running your fingers through that ginger hair

-his family is so in love with you too though

-like you’re always invited to every family gathering

-sitting at the big Weasley table, his arm slung over the back of your chair, both of you laughing with the fam

-moving to the cottage together to just be domestic lovebirds

-mornings being woken up by the sunlight, sound of the ocean and gulls and Bill burrowing his head into the white pillows, pulling you closer

-wearing his shirts because they’re so big on you

-wearing his shirt and making breakfast while he either watches with a smile or comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist

-imagine this boy reading, you also reading while splayed over his lap

-curled against his chest, one of his hands in your hair while your other hand holds the book he’s reading to you

-watching the sunrise or sunset, both huddled in a giant blanket Molly made for you, tea, coffee or cocoa keeping you warm

-just lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, talking and laughing

-just… domestic happy Bill is the best

Why Bill is the coolest Weasley brother

Here are just some of the ways Bill Weasley shows he is the absolute cat’s pyjamas. Which, in case you were wondering, is far better than the ghoul’s pyjamas…

“Bill was – there was no other word for it – cool.” Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

He’s a curse-breaker for Gringotts

The job title alone sounds pretty awesome. Not only does Bill have goblins for colleagues – notoriously tricky customers – but he also gets to do the majority of his work amid the pyramids of Egypt. He’s pretty much the closest the wizarding world has to Indiana Jones.

He showed us that it’s cool to be clever

Obviously we already have Hermione flying the flag for bookworms everywhere, but Bill is a very smart fellow too. He also seemed a little more cavalier about his intellect than Hermione, who has a Boggart that tells her she’s failed all of her exams and literally turns back time to make all of her lessons count.

Meanwhile, Bill has O.W.L.s coming out of his ears and a Head Boy badge under his belt with seemingly no stress whatsoever. No big deal.

He has style to boot

Mrs Weasley may be in a constant battle with her eldest son regarding his aesthetic choices, but when Harry first claps eyes on Bill’s long ponytail, fanged earring and dragon-hide boots, he deems that his clothes ‘would not have looked out of place at a rock concert’.

Just imagine, for a moment, being Bill Weasley’s rock concert companion; you’d score so many cool points just by being near him. Imagine the inevitable crowdsurfing.

He mocks Percy’s cauldron bottoms

Only Percy Weasley could discuss the topic of cauldron bottoms with such regularity and still manage to keep a straight face.

Naturally Fred and George can be counted on to relentlessly mock Percy and his stiff-collared approach to his new Ministry job, but it is in fact the eldest Weasley brother we can thank for first mocking Percy’s cauldron bottom report – and he even manages to do so while having a mid-air table battle of epic proportions. Classic Bill.

He’s patient with Mrs Weasley’s fussing

We all know how annoying it is to be fussed over by your family, and Mrs Weasley’s niggling of Bill for his appearance must get irksome. That’s if you’re the sort to be irked though, which Bill clearly isn’t.

During one such conversation with his mother, when Molly protests that Bill’s earring isn’t appropriate for work, he puts paid to her argument with a simple, ‘Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure.’ Bill one, Molly nil.

He knows when it’s time to spring into action

Though he’s Mr Laidback the majority of the time, Bill still knows when it’s time to act. When the Death Eaters make an appearance at the Quidditch World Cup, Bill is immediately ready to aid in opposing them.

In the aftermath, although injured, his arm bleeding ‘profusely,’ Bill’s only concern is if the person who conjured the Dark Mark was caught. That’s our guy.

Even Rita Skeeter doesn’t get to him

Some of our toughest cookies have taken the cruel words of Rita Skeeter and her poisonous quill to heart. Hermione, who rarely takes notice of what idle gossips say about her, was reduced to tears by Rita’s slander; Hagrid, the man who befriends bloodthirsty beasts of all shapes and sizes, resorted to hiding out in his hut thanks to her unkind words.

But Bill? Please. He brushes aside being branded a ‘long-haired pillock’ with the greatest of ease.

His wife is amazing too

Almost every other guy in the series had fawned haplessly over the beautiful Beauxbatons student and Triwizard champion Fleur Delacour, but the second she sees Bill Weasley, it’s game over.

As Fleur is ‘eyeing Bill with great interest,’ is he all a dither? Of course not. By playing it far too cool for school, Bill gets the girl effortlessly. Well played, Weasley, well played.

He’s calm in the face of adversity

When Voldemort returns and everyone is, understandably, going to pieces just a tad, even Dumbledore doesn’t seem as brimming with joy as usual.

While Dumbledore enlists people with their duties, worried about the logistics of getting word to Arthur, Bill cuts the Headmaster short with a simple, ‘Leave it to me,’ followed swiftly by a clap of the hand on Harry’s shoulder, a kiss on his mother’s cheek, a swish of his cloak and an admirable striding exit. Now that’s how it’s done.

He took a brutal werewolf attack in his stride like an absolute champ

When Bill is mauled by Fenrir Greyback, he’s scarred for life. This would be enough trauma to drastically alter even the strongest of people.

However, while paying visits to the recovering Bill, Harry observes that ‘in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great liking for very rare steaks.’ Fenrir who?

Some Bill Weasley headcanons

sometimes Bill pops up in my head, it happens.

here some headcanon

Each of them had something...

Molly noticed it a lot in the weeks following. It started with Ginny and a note left for Molly when she came back from town one afternoon.

“Hey mum, gone down the road to play some Quidditch, be back by dinner. Love Ginny” 

It was in the Gs and the way she wrote Mum specifically but seeing the handwriting put a lump in her throat and burning tears in her eyes.

The next was Ron, he was home studying for his Auror training and he was having a hard time. She heard him stomping and throwing his book against the wall and the sound made her dizzy.

A little later Percy would come home for a visit and when he walked through the door with a “mornin’ mum” she felt her legs buckle below her and she needed to lean on the table to stay upright.

Then a package came from Charlie, inside was a picture of him with a new dragon and the way the light struck his eyes made her gasp for air and hold her chest.

Bill came by the house one evening and kicked his boots off by the door, spreading dirt all over the hall and when she walked through the door she almost cursed HIM and when the words were in her throat she realized whos boots they were, the words caught in her throat and she dropped the bags she had been carrying. 

The worst of all was about a month and a half later, the first time George joined them for a real meal. She walked into the kitchen and saw him sitting at the table from behind and leaving the room sunk to the floor in the hallway crying.

Ginny had Fred’s handwriting.

Ron had Fred’s temper.

Percy had Fred’s voice and enunciation.

Charlie had Fred’s eyes.

Bill had Fred’s mannerisms.

George had Fred.

*crying in the corner*

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Jealousy

Request: could you write bill weasley x reader imagine? i don’t really have ideas for the plot but maybe a fight (someone is jealous?) and then they make it up? i dunno but thanks anyway! :) ~ Anon

A/N: ( Gif doesn’t belong to us! Credit to the creator!) Thank you for the request! I love me some Bill Weasley tbh. This was a bit longer than I expected it to be, and I’m not to sure how I feel about it, and I know the title is a bit bland. Buuuuut anyway, enjoy! ~Admin Kat

You were in the middle of helping Molly clean up the kitchen when there was a loud crash upstairs. You rolled your eyes as you set down some plates, “ I’ll go check it out.”. Molly smiled, “ Thank you dear!” then she went back to cleaning up. You made your way upstairs and walked to the twins’s room. You already knew whatever the noise was, it was their fault. You opened the door before speaking. “ What are you two up to this time?”. You coughed as you spoke while a bunch of smoke came billowing out of the room.

Soon you heard one of the twins say a spell to immediately clear the smoke. Finally you saw Fred and George sitting near a box that had a small fire starting in it. You raised your eyebrows and stared at the two boys. “ It was his idea!” they both shouted in unison pointing to each other. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “ Clean this up and I won’t say a word to your mother.” you said smirking as you walked down the hall and back down to the kitchen. “ Everything alright up there dear?” Molly asked straightening her apron. “ Just Fred and George being themselves. But don’t worry, there wasn’t a whole lot of damage and they should be cleaning it as we speak.” You said with a smile and Molly smiled back at you.

You heard the door open as you finished picking up the living room. You heard Molly greet the person and you walked into the kitchen to see Bill. You smiled as he turned to you. You skipped over and gave him a hug. He picked you up and spun you around. “ I missed you!” you exclaimed as Bill put you down. He chuckled still holding your waist, “ I was only gone for a few hours love.”. “ Yeah but it felt like a long time.”. You leaned up to give him a quick kiss on the lips before you pulled away. You walked back into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. Bill leaned on the wall next to the entrance, “ Rough day?”. “ I’ve been helping your mum clean and get things organized all day, takes a lot outta you.” You said stretching out and sitting up motioning for Bill to join you on the couch.

Bill came and sat on the couch with you and put an arm around you. You leaned into him closing your eyes dozing off a bit. That is, until yet another loud crash was heard from upstairs. You jumped and sat up, soon you heard the twins yelling. “ Hey Y/N! We could use some help up here!.” You rolled your eyes getting up, “ Honestly I swear they are 5 years old.” you muttered to Bill as you got up and walked quickly upstairs. You heard Bill sigh in frustration as you got up.

You were once again greeted by smoke but it soon cleared. “ Seriously you guys, if you’re gonna mess with things that can start on fire or explode, take it outside.”. The twins rolled their eyes and grabbed their things.” Well then you can help us!” Fred exclaimed tossing some small boxes to you and pushing you down the stairs and outside.

After a while Bill had strolled outside watching the chaos that was unfolding. “What exactly am I doing?” You asked the twins as you stood holding several different boxes. They didn’t answer you, but they did take the boxes from you and open them up. They handed you objects to help put in place and fiddle with. You were standing there doing nothing when Bill stood next to you. “What’s happening?” he asked. You shrugged, “ That’s a good question.”. “ C’mon, let’s go inside, I think these two can manage on their own.I want to spend time with you.” Bill said turning slightly. 

You sighed, you had been spending a lot of time with Fred and George lately. But can anyone really blame you? Everyone was usually busy or out working so you went back and forth between helping Molly around the house and hanging out with the twins. Bill always seemed to be a bit upset when you didn’t spend time with him because you were busy with Fred and George. You knew he had his reasons for getting upset but sometimes it would get out of hand.

“ I would love to, but if they set fire to the house, it’s on me. We can spend time together later tonight, I promise.” you said smiling at Bill. You watched the twins run off with 2 bright blue boxes and then they were out of sight. “ Sometimes I wonder if you are even into this relationship anymore.” Bill mumbled turning on his heel. You furrowed your eyebrows, “ What?”, you said making Bill stop. “ You spend more time with my brothers than you do me! It’s getting ridiculous!” Bill exclaimed turning to face you.

“ You can’t be serious Bill-” “ I am serious Y/N! I’m surprised we’re still together, you might as well be with one of my brothers instead of me!” Bill yelled throwing his hands in the air. The argument went back and forth. You trying to calm Bill down and assure him you were just trying to make sure the twins never blew themselves up. Bill yelling about how they can take care of themselves. Bill was never one to get jealous, but I guess with siblings he’s different.Finally you lost it, “ Well maybe I would be with you more if you weren’t always gone!”. Bill stormed off into the house leaving you outside in the night.

You sat out in the fields near the house for an hour. You tried to clear your head. Maybe it was wrong of you for spending so much time with Fred and George. But all Bill had to do was talk to you about his feelings on the matter. No need for yelling. You never liked to yell at Bill. You wiped the tears forming in your eyes and took a deep breath. You hated fighting, you were always too emotional for them.

As you ripped blades of grass apart you heard footsteps and someone sitting next to you. There was silence for a bit before the person next to you spoke. “ I shouldn’t have yelled earlier.” Bill said softly. You shook your head, “ I should have listened to how you felt.”. Bill moved closer to you, “ No, I should have talked to you about it, but instead I kept it to myself and got angry.”. You leaned you head on Bill’s shoulder. “ You know I would never pick any of your brothers over you right?” you said causing Bill to chuckle.

“ Yeah I know, I’m way better looking.” Bill said making you let out a laugh. You both sat in silence again. “ I’m really sorry about the things I said, it was stupid of me… that will never happen again.” Bill said putting an arm around you and pulling you close. He kissed your head as you nodded in agreement. “ From now on we are 100% honest about how we feel.” you stated. Bill sat with you outside for a while talking about random things.

Eventually you both went inside and went up to bed no longer upset with each other, and happy that you and Bill were over the little argument.

~ Admin Kat

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While We’re Young | Part 5

Summary: Following Bill’s injury by Fenrir Greyback, his future beside Fleur seems vague. Will the arrival of a beloved from the past be enough to guide him to the road to happiness?

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || MASTERLIST

There were a few moments of perfect silence, but it only hid familiarity, not tension. It was silence shared between people who needed no more words.

Suddenly, he released her from his embrace and pulled them both back up to their feet. 

“Go get dressed,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “If we leave soon, we’ll probably be back before lunch tomorrow and we can help mum with the decorations." 

"What?” she blinked at his words.

“Oh, and you should dress well, it’s getting really cold out there,” he said, not really answering the question.

He cringed at the way he sounded as if his mother had possessed him.

“Billy, what are you doing?”

He took a deep breath and replaced the nervous look on his face with that of determination. 

“Y/N, consider this your intervention. Or your kidnapping, if you may." 

Y/N’s utter confusion was evident on her face. It was usually her job to say something outlandish incoherent humming fading into thin air.

Now he was being one big riddle; a riddle who just informed her she was being kidnapped. 

"Bill,” she approached carefully, “what are you talking about?" 

Bill stood tall above her and made unflinching eye contact with the smaller girl. 

"We are going to Hogsmeade. You can resist all you want to, but I am not going anywhere until I convince my best friend to spend some quality time with me. We will go to the inn and then we can pay a visit to Honeydukes! I bet some sweets will do it." 

Y/N was speechless, her mouth opening yet closing again as she failed to form any words. She looked out the window noticing it was dark - they had lost track of time - and then back at Bill, who continued to stand resolutely, waiting patiently for her response. 

She shook her head as if she were attempting to erase the scene from existence despite Bill’s deadpan gaze lingering on her.

She laughed. Heartily. Because in her mind, there was no possible way he could have been serious. 

She made her way to the door, but Bill blocked her path, sticking his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

”[Your nickname], I just want to go away for a while. It’s only a few hours. I promise we will get back on time, it’s just I miss those days when we would do these type of things like spend entire nights on the roof or make late night trips to Honeydukes and eating until we could no longer move. I miss that so much.“

"But-but I told your mother I would help with the cooking and all-" 

”-And you will! Please…I just want you to myself for a while!“ his puppy eyes begged her.

"Alrighty,” she agreed breathlessly. “Just let me get dressed." 

Almost immediately, Y/N found herself being lifted into a certain redhead’s arms and spun around.

She was sure that the rest of the family were going to complain about the noise so she shushed him gently.

"Next stop; Hogsmeade!” he chuckled. 

He hadn’t looked forward to something so much in a very long time.

Series tag: @im-tired-please-stop @thepoet1975 @littlemisstrancy @lupinsbaby 

(A/N: This was really short and I’m sorry but I promise the next part will be actually interesting and up tomorrow.)