The Eighth Year Universe
Love Wins
The Beast Within
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Bill x Fleur
Trigger Warning: Cheating.
NOT CENTRAL TO THE MAIN STORYLINE. HOWEVER, if you skip this chapter some scenes may not make 100% sense in upcoming chapters. Essentially, you need to know that Bill slept with Fleur on the full moon, which he's never done with Lara.
Please choose to skip and not to be hateful.
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Bill, Fleur and Victoire had a family dinner that night in Shell Cottage, and it was the first time they had done it since May 2016 – Victoire's 17th birthday. That had been just over four years ago, and it had been the nicest thing, to laugh and talk.
But Victoire had gone through a lot. It had been a traumatic few days, so she went to bed early that night. Fleur went up with her and tucked her in like she was a kid again, in the bedroom she had slept in throughout her childhood.
This had been their home. This had been where they came home after their disastrous wedding. This had been where their baby girl was born – in that little back bedroom. This had been where they raised her together for the first year or so.
Then it had all changed, and Fleur had raised Victoire here alone – Victoire Delacour, with her mother's surname because that had been part and parcel of it all in the divorce. Fleur raised Victoire to speak French, to be proud of her French heritage. She had raised her as a Delacour.
And, of course, Bill had been there throughout that. He had bought a house with Lara in Ottery St Catchpole to be as close to his daughter as possible. He had let Lara pick the place, but Bill had chosen the location. Still, he had been a weekend father, and he knew that. When Lara had their son, Arthur, Bill realised how many little moments he had missed with Victoire.
She had been 9 months old when they split up. She had never known her parents together, and Bill felt awful for that.
"Are you leaving, or do you want a drink?" Fleur asked.
Bill pulled himself out of his self-pity and looked up at his ex-wife. She was holding up a bottle of firewhiskey, and it made him smile.
"I'm not leaving just yet, so a drink would be nice."
Fleur poured out two shots then sat down opposite him at the table, putting the bottle in-between them.
Bill picked his up and smiled slightly, "The last time we shared a bottle over this table, we were celebrating the end of the war."
"And drinking to your brother's loss," Fleur said quietly.
Bill looked down at the table and nodded, "And I've lost another one now, too."
"I was so sorry to hear about Percy," Fleur promised, "I came to the funeral, but I didn't want to aggravate you or stir anything up with your wife. So I stayed away."
"I knew you were there," Bill promised, "And I appreciated it."
Fleur reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his.
Bill didn't pull it away, but he did sink his firewhiskey with his free hand.
"Can you believe we are going to be grandparents?" Bill asked, chuckling at the very thought.
Fleur smiled slightly and shook her head, "No, we are far too young. She is young, to be a mother, but…."
"You were the same age," Bill said softly, "22 years old when that little miracle graced us."
Fleur bowed her head, "And I was too young to be a mother then, in hindsight."
"Maybe it was just the right person, wrong time," Bill said with a sigh.
Fleur didn't say anything for a moment.
"We were married, though."
"Barely," Bill said, fighting a smile.
Fleur laughed lightly, "We were. We lived together, Bill; we were husband and wife. Victoire and this Charlus garçon, they are barely even together."
Bill nodded, "Doesn't mean that they can't make a decent go of it, though."
Fleur didn't say anything at first. She just took her hand off Bill's and topped up their glasses.
"It still makes me laugh, you know," Bill said, looking over at her, "When you drop French words into conversations when you're angry."
Fleur raised an eyebrow, "Ah, bon? (Really?)"
Bill leant forward, "Oui."
"I am surprised that your French is still so good," Fleur mused.
Bill shrugged, "You raised Victoire to be proud of her French heritage. I wasn't about to undo all of that. The two of us speak in French sometimes, usually when we're talking about Lara or Arthur."
Fleur's smile was a little forced, but she nodded, "You don't call her Victoria then?"
"No, her name is Victoire," Bill said softly, "That's what you named her, and after we split up, that seemed more pertinent somehow."
Fleur looked him in the eye and nodded, "Hm."
Bill poured out another two shots of whiskey.
"You remember how I taught you English?"
Fleur gave him an amused look, "I was 18 years old when I met you, and you were everything my father did not want for me. A Curse Breaker, with long hair, tattoos, piercings, and you were English!"
Bill laughed heartily, and Fleur smiled.
"And you, this handsome 25-year-old man, swept me off my feet," Fleur said with a warm smile, "I should have known that it was a whirlwind romance. Fairytales never have happy endings."
"No, not the wizarding ones, anyway," Bill mused, "Still, you responded very well to my method. When I started teaching you, your English improved overnight."
Fleur smiled playfully at him, "I learned some of the dirtiest words in the English language because of you. Although, it is useful when I have to swear at foreign Curse Breakers."
Bill laughed out loud, "So I taught you a vital life skill, is what you're saying."
Fleur shook her head in amusement, smiling warmly across the table at him. That smile lit up the room, and Bill couldn't help himself as the words fell from his mouth.
"I've missed you."
She looked over at him, icy blue eyes meeting dark blue. She bit her lip and nodded slightly, her voice soft when she spoke next.
"I've missed you too."
Bill really did intend to get up and hug her, then leave and go home to his wife. But halfway around the table, his plan changed and then, before he knew it, his hands were cupping her face, and he was dipping his head down to kiss her. And she didn't stop him, there were no feeble attempts at, "But Pierre-" and, for all his sins, Bill didn't even think about Lara.
Maybe this was why they had spent so long avoiding each other. It was easier that way, without the temptation there to lure them in.
Fleur deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and subconsciously pressing her body against his. There was a battle for dominance; there always had been. Lara just let Bill win, in a kiss, in the bedroom, in a fight most of the time too. But no, not Fleur. She had always been a force of nature, and if she wanted control, she sure as hell knew how to get it.
He couldn't lie and compare the sex he had with Lara to the sex he'd had with Fleur. There was no comparing sex with a quarter-veela to anyone else. For a start, she had an appetite for it and Bill, playboy though he thought he was, had struggled to keep up sometimes. In hindsight, that had been their problem – a baby – it had meant no time for sex, and therefore no coping mechanism when they got tired and lost their temper.
Of course, they hadn't seen it like that at the time.
When Bill eventually found it in him to break the kiss, he fully intended to apologise and leave. Then he saw her eyes, dark and full of desire, and if he wasn't already half-hard, then that tipped the scales.
He moved forward, kissing her again but then moving his mouth down to her neck, trailing kisses and running his teeth over her skin. She gasped and grabbed his head, pulling him up to kiss her once more. She nipped at his lip, and Bill groaned, pressing himself as tightly as he could against her, so she could feel his hard-on against her thigh.
This elicited a soft moan, then Fleur broke the kiss and pulled him across the hall into what had once been their bedroom. It had been her bedroom for the longest time, then she moved back to France after Victoire left school. Bill had understood why – Victoire wanted to be a Trauma Healer. Her initial 6 months of training had taken her to Amiens, so she stayed with her mother in France. Fleur had hoped she would join the French Ministry and stay in Paris, but to her dismay, Victoire had decided to come home. Bill always got the impression that his ex-wife had blamed him for that.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, and Fleur murmured silencing and locking charms. That was when it hit Bill, like an arrow in the chest – they were here for one thing, and if he did that thing…there was no going back.
But then Fleur's lips were on his, and she was pushing him back onto the bed, vanishing his clothes impatiently as she did so. He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, then her mouth was on his cock, and his words died in his throat. He groaned, reaching down to grab her platinum, almost silvery blonde hair, and it wasn't until he did that he remembered how soft it was. That brought back a whole slew of memories, of sweat-soaked nights, groaning her name.
Sex had never been their problem.
A string of curse words fell from Bill's lips, and he suddenly realised why his control was failing him – it was the full moon tonight, he only noticed when a ray gleamed in through the window. It was why everything felt enhanced, why the smell of her arousal was so damn intoxicating. Fleur had never minded the wolf in him; she had embraced it, in fact. He didn't sleep with Lara on the full moon. Most moons he spent out in the 'wolf cave', actually. But Fleur had enjoyed sleeping with him on the full moon, she liked it when he lost control, and Bill had been forced to maintain that level of control for so long now.
Bill growled and pulled her off his cock, flipping them so that she was on her back on the bed. Fleur smirked up at him, and her eyes flashed white, he knew what that meant, and it wasn't that she was turning on her Veela allure because she didn't need to, and she knew that.
No, he wasn't the only one who wasn't entirely human, who had enhanced strength.
She hissed and flipped them again. Then before he had a chance to try and regain control, Fleur slid down onto his cock, and Bill groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows and grabbing her hips so hard he was sure he would leave marks.
Bill pushed himself up the bed enough to sit up slightly and grab Fleur's neck, bringing her down for a searing kiss, which was a battle for control in itself. Fleur won that one too, biting Bill's lip and sucking it hard, making him groan and his cock twitch inside her.
It drove him forward. He thrust up into her as hard as he dared while she rolled her hips around him, both of them panting and groaning. Bill reached up and palmed her breasts, twisting her stiff nipples and making her moan louder than before.
He didn't know how much longer he could take it for, then she started speaking in French, and he knew he was done for. His stunning ex-wife, begging him to fuck her harder and faster, in French.
Bill growled and flipped them without taking his cock out of her. Then he thrust into her at a punishing pace, his mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing down her skin as she panted and gasped his name.
He could feel the wolf in him taking over. He could feel his control over his own body slipping away from him, and it was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. Then Fleur used her Veela allure, sending a wave of pleasure shooting through his body, setting every nerve on fire and making him cry out her name.
She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to him, and she whispered in his ear.
"Est-ce que tu baises ta femme comme ça?"
Bill growled and gripped her thighs so hard, she whimpered.
"No," He growled in her ear.
Fleur's eyes flashed silver again, and she pushed Bill back with a force she didn't usually possess, throwing him onto his back. She moved down the bed to take his cock in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue and sucked hard, making Bill buck up into her mouth. He grabbed her head and forced her down, trying to see how far she could go, but she didn't relent; she didn't gag.
So Bill pulled her off and pressed her against the bed, spreading her legs and running his tongue over her hot, wet folds. Fleur cried out in pleasure, uttering a string of French curse words that made Bill's cock ache for release.
He held her there, but she didn't try to regain control. Not when Bill pressed his tongue into her and twisted it, or when he ran his tongue over her clit before sucking it. She cried out and grabbed his head, panting his name as she got close to climaxing.
It might have been 20 years, but the best way to make her come hadn't changed at all, and Bill prided himself on still being able to make her come undone like that. He told himself it was the moon that made the smell of her arousal so enticing, that made it taste so sweet. But he knew he would come down from this high soon and realise that he was lying to himself.
Still, when she practically screamed his name and orgasmed with her hands gripping his hair so hard that it hurt, Bill figured it was worth it.
He moved up her body, kissing her navel and twisting his tongue around her nipples, making him whimper impatiently. She grabbed his hair again and pulled her up to kiss him, not giving a damn about the taste of herself on his lips. They kissed deeply, and Bill felt a shift, the aggression wearing off to be replaced by fondness.
He broke the kiss and looked up. Surely enough, the moon had disappeared behind a large grey cloud. Fleur took advantage of his distracted state and moved above him once more, sliding onto his cock and letting out a little moan as his full length filled her.
Two could play at her dirty talk game. He drew her down for another kiss and whispered, "Does Pierre fuck you like this?"
"No," Fleur gasped, rolling her hips and pressing down against Bill.
He groaned and bucked up into her, feeling the pressure in his cock building to orgasm. Her breathing was shaky, and Bill was panting as his thrusts became erratic. He clutched at her hips, gasping, "Fleur…I can't…."
"Then don't," She whispered in his ear.
Bill groaned and let go, the pleasure hit him in waves, and he rocked up into Fleur through it, filling her with his release. She gasped and rocked against him through it, moaning and leaning down to kiss him once more.
This final kiss was slower, languid and somehow held more meaning than any they had ever shared. Then Fleur broke the kiss and dropped down next to him on the bed. She lay there silently as her chest moved up and down while she caught her breath.
Bill ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the roof, with the shells that were dotted all over it in their pretty patterns. He used to look at this roof after mind-blowing sex like that and make a joke, but right now, all he felt was dread and guilt set in down in the pit of his stomach.
"That was…" Bill said slowly, daring to turn his head to look at her.
She was spent, with red cheeks and her usual perfect hair a little out of place, and it made Bill's breath catch, so much that he couldn't finish his sentence.
Fleur smiled ruefully at him, "… never our problem," she finished.
- TBC -
