Fatherly Feelings
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
51,910
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Fatherly Feelings - One
Title: Fatherly Feelings
Author: Serene
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Weasley/OMC, Weasley/Weasley
Status: WIP, unbeta’d
Warning: This story involves minors in explicit sex with an adult. If that is not your cup of tea, go away.
Author’s Note: I daresay Dr Freud would have a lot to say about the state of my psyche.
Introduction
The Weasleys are one of Britain’s oldest pure-blood families, we are told. Ever wondered how they managed to escape the fate of the pure-blooded? Look at the other pure-blood families in HP canon. If there ever was a set of degenerated, dysfunctional families, it is this one: the Blacks, the Crouchs, the Malfoys, not to forget the Gaunts, the shining example of the result of inbreeding.
How did the Weasleys escape? Apart from them being Rowling’s dream family, of course. But why other pure-blooded families and not the Weasleys? Because of the goodness of their hearts? Or, perhaps, they didn’t escape. Perhaps is has been there all along, right underneath the reader’s nose …
One
Everybody said that Arthur Weasley was a good father.
‘He’s always been such a good boy,’ his mother told her friends. ‘Always so very patient with his younger brothers. He played with them for hours and took very good care of them. I know he will be the same with his own children!’
‘A good lad,’ his father said through a cloud of pipe-smoke when he met with the Old Boys. ‘Prefect, of course. Bit low on authority with his peers but very good with the younger years.’
He spoke on authority, quoting the yearly assessment that the Heads of Houses sent to the parents.
Old Swanky and Mrs Prewett very much doubted the statement at first, though. No man that ran away with their daughter could be a good man! And them being so young, just out of school! The Weasley boy had barely started his job at the Ministry, some minor secretary in an unimportant department. How could he support a wife, let alone a family?
Their reservations changed quickly, though. It might have been due to their daughter who, one day when she’d had enough, tossed her head back and fiercely declared, ‘I don’t want to hear it anymore! Arthur is a very good man, and I love him! He is courageous and ambitious; he’ll go far in the Ministry! And he loves children, and we plan to have many of them, and we’ll be a large, happy family! So just shut up!’
But perhaps it was not. They clearly relented when they saw to the besotted smile on Arthur’s face when their first grandson was born. Young Arthur Weasley very obviously showed true appreciation for their daughter and his son. He couldn’t be such a bad man.
And then he named the boy William, which brought tears to Old Swanky’s eyes. Though it was barely remembered by anyone, Old Swanky had, long ago, been christened William Archibald Hendersen Prewett.
Whatever the cause, Old Swanky and Mrs Prewett were inclined to believe that yes, Arthur Weasley would make a good husband and father. Mrs Prewett saw plenty of proof. Every time she popped in on the young parents unexpectedly, she could see it.
When Arthur came home from work, he would take the baby for an hour or two and give his wife time for a chat with her mum. If the boy started screaming, instead of come running to dump him on his mother, Arthur would rock his son and sing to him – very off-key – and do everything to calm him. To Mrs Prewtt’s amazement, more often than not he succeeded. And when Molly confided in her that Arthur was even willing to change nappies and get up at night to sing Bill to sleep, Mrs Prewett was only worried that her husband would think his daughter had married a sissy.
Molly’s Auntie Muriel remained hard-hearted the longest. She prophesied that at one point Arthur’s enthusiasm would wear off. If not with that child, then with the second. There might have been others, friends and family alike, who agreed with her, but she was the only one who ever voiced that opinion.
And turned out to be wrong. Arthur’s smile was as besotted at the birth of his second son and third as it had been at the first. He even seemed more enthusiastic than before, now that he had three times as many children to sing to, nappies to change, and times to get up at night.
Molly’s plan for her large, happy seemed to be coming to life marvellously. Everybody agreed that, although Arthur’s pay wasn’t much, they were the perfect family: three healthy, strapping sons, a wife that was hospitable and still very pretty, and a wonderful father who clearly loved his children.
No one ever knew that he loved them a bit too much.
Author: Serene
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Weasley/OMC, Weasley/Weasley
Status: WIP, unbeta’d
Warning: This story involves minors in explicit sex with an adult. If that is not your cup of tea, go away.
Author’s Note: I daresay Dr Freud would have a lot to say about the state of my psyche.
Introduction
The Weasleys are one of Britain’s oldest pure-blood families, we are told. Ever wondered how they managed to escape the fate of the pure-blooded? Look at the other pure-blood families in HP canon. If there ever was a set of degenerated, dysfunctional families, it is this one: the Blacks, the Crouchs, the Malfoys, not to forget the Gaunts, the shining example of the result of inbreeding.
How did the Weasleys escape? Apart from them being Rowling’s dream family, of course. But why other pure-blooded families and not the Weasleys? Because of the goodness of their hearts? Or, perhaps, they didn’t escape. Perhaps is has been there all along, right underneath the reader’s nose …
One
Everybody said that Arthur Weasley was a good father.
‘He’s always been such a good boy,’ his mother told her friends. ‘Always so very patient with his younger brothers. He played with them for hours and took very good care of them. I know he will be the same with his own children!’
‘A good lad,’ his father said through a cloud of pipe-smoke when he met with the Old Boys. ‘Prefect, of course. Bit low on authority with his peers but very good with the younger years.’
He spoke on authority, quoting the yearly assessment that the Heads of Houses sent to the parents.
Old Swanky and Mrs Prewett very much doubted the statement at first, though. No man that ran away with their daughter could be a good man! And them being so young, just out of school! The Weasley boy had barely started his job at the Ministry, some minor secretary in an unimportant department. How could he support a wife, let alone a family?
Their reservations changed quickly, though. It might have been due to their daughter who, one day when she’d had enough, tossed her head back and fiercely declared, ‘I don’t want to hear it anymore! Arthur is a very good man, and I love him! He is courageous and ambitious; he’ll go far in the Ministry! And he loves children, and we plan to have many of them, and we’ll be a large, happy family! So just shut up!’
But perhaps it was not. They clearly relented when they saw to the besotted smile on Arthur’s face when their first grandson was born. Young Arthur Weasley very obviously showed true appreciation for their daughter and his son. He couldn’t be such a bad man.
And then he named the boy William, which brought tears to Old Swanky’s eyes. Though it was barely remembered by anyone, Old Swanky had, long ago, been christened William Archibald Hendersen Prewett.
Whatever the cause, Old Swanky and Mrs Prewett were inclined to believe that yes, Arthur Weasley would make a good husband and father. Mrs Prewett saw plenty of proof. Every time she popped in on the young parents unexpectedly, she could see it.
When Arthur came home from work, he would take the baby for an hour or two and give his wife time for a chat with her mum. If the boy started screaming, instead of come running to dump him on his mother, Arthur would rock his son and sing to him – very off-key – and do everything to calm him. To Mrs Prewtt’s amazement, more often than not he succeeded. And when Molly confided in her that Arthur was even willing to change nappies and get up at night to sing Bill to sleep, Mrs Prewett was only worried that her husband would think his daughter had married a sissy.
Molly’s Auntie Muriel remained hard-hearted the longest. She prophesied that at one point Arthur’s enthusiasm would wear off. If not with that child, then with the second. There might have been others, friends and family alike, who agreed with her, but she was the only one who ever voiced that opinion.
And turned out to be wrong. Arthur’s smile was as besotted at the birth of his second son and third as it had been at the first. He even seemed more enthusiastic than before, now that he had three times as many children to sing to, nappies to change, and times to get up at night.
Molly’s plan for her large, happy seemed to be coming to life marvellously. Everybody agreed that, although Arthur’s pay wasn’t much, they were the perfect family: three healthy, strapping sons, a wife that was hospitable and still very pretty, and a wonderful father who clearly loved his children.
No one ever knew that he loved them a bit too much.