#Chester Davies x Jacob's Sibling

[domaslut]

MC spilling tea.

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hi! I was wondering if you would do imagines for Chester Davies & Felix Rosier? ((Understandably, there isn’t a lot written for these characters but I feel like that leaves room for writing them however you’d like which is easier than sticking to canon lmao)) if not, that’s all good! :) I’ll probably come back to request some quidditch!reader if that’s okay 💕 thank you for writing such lovely imagines

Hello, I am so sorry this request has taken such a long time but I am determined to get through them. I don’t know too much about Chester Davies, but I wanted to give this one a shot!

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) is a sixth-year Ravenclaw Prefect with hopes of earning the title of ‘Head Girl’ for her seventh year at Hogwarts. Chester Davies is one of the male Ravenclaw Prefects in the same year as (Y/N), he admired her ambition and the two had grown close as Prefects. 

Students who act as Prefects are expected to be responsible, student leaders for the rest of the Hogwarts Community. They are exemplary students who achieve academically and truly enjoy assisting the faculty with castle duties and creating a sense of camaraderie within their Hogwarts houses. 

As the second half of the school year commenced, the first-year students were having a difficult time finding some of their new classrooms. However, rather than having to fend for themselves, they noticed the Ravenclaw girl directing the nervous students to their class. 

(Y/N) (L/N), a sixth-year Ravenclaw, was one of the more recognizable Prefects. If a student outside Ravenclaw House requested her assistance, (Y/N) would not hesitate to lend a hand and she was always seen helping other students. 

The Ravenclaw boys described her as the perfect balance of brains, beauty, and kindness. It was in her nature to automatically put a smile on the face of those she talked to, it is rumored she’s even turned Professor Snape’s semi-permanent scowl into a meek smile for a second during Potion Class. 

“Don’t worry about it, love” (Y/N) smiled, handing the first-year Gryffindor girl a simple map of the castle, “I made these for you to have, I want you to always make your class on time” She stated, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

The girl felt at ease and gave (Y/N) an understanding nod as she clutched her map tightly, “Thank you so much! I couldn’t have figured this out without you” The Gryffindor stated happily before hurrying down the corridor.

(Y/N) watched as the girl scrambled to make her class with a satisfied smile on her face. Most of the students had already cleared out of corridors which allowed her to relax a little, (Y/N) enjoyed her role as a Prefect, but the responsibilities could be tiring. Her shoulders fell slightly and she let out a soft sigh, she grabbed her Transfiguration book from the stone podium. 

“It pains me to admit this, but you truly are a natural” A voice spoke out from behind her. (Y/N) made a mental note, reminding herself not to let her guard down because the voice behind her made her jump.

“Merlin!” She exclaimed, turning to face the direction of the voice, knowing who the voice belonged to immediately, “But seriously, Chester? I thought you’d already recognized my dedication to this job” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip, playfully questioning her friend. 

Chester Davies let out a chuckle, shrugging in response to her question, “I’ve competed against you in the past, I am fully aware of your skills” He said, walking towards her. The two were in the same year but remained acquaintances until Professor Flitwick assigned them as Prefects together. Their assignment was convinient because the two shared multiple classes together so they relied on each other to study. 

“Are you ready for Transfiguration?” Chester asked as they walked down the corridor, his hands in his robe pockets. It was common knowledge at Ravenclaw House that Chester Davies was unmistakenly attractive. No matter the situation, his clothes were clean and pressed, his hair styled, and his performances in the Frog Choir left most of the ladies at Hogwarts swooning.

Along with his talents, Chester was also determined and helpful. He is a strong believer in education and learning as much as possible which were traits (Y/N) resonated with. (Y/N) had modeled her course schedule to secure the job of a Hit Wizard, a trained wizard who deals with highly dangerous situations for the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Chester also wished for a job at the Ministry but preferred the division of Improper Use of Magic. Both these jobs fell underneath the Department of Magical Law Enforcement so the O.W.L. requirements were similar, meaning the two would share classes for their remaining years.

“Of course,” She replied confidently, “I can’t wait to hear McGonagall’s curriculum, I find her class the easiest to study for” (Y/N) said and Chester let out a small groan. 

“You’re an ace at Transfigurations, (Y/N)” Chester grumbled, “I’m definitely going to need your help to get the technique down one hundred percent”

(Y/N) examined Chester’s slightly solemn expression with a small frown, “Don’t be like that, Chester” She uttered, “Practice makes perfect besides you’re lightyears better than me at Defense Against the Dark Arts.” (Y/N) admitted, giving Chester a small, reassuring smile hoping the make Chester feel better. 

All of a sudden, Chester’s stern expression transformed into one of joy as his laughter filled the corridor. His sudden outburst caught her off guard once again and she questioningly gazed at him as they approached Classroom 1B. Chester gripped (Y/N)’s shoulders and turned her to face him, “I’m so glad you finally admitted that,” He said playfully, “Now I can say even you’ve admitted it yourself” Chester shot (Y/N) a wink before retreating into the Transfiguration classroom, taking her chance to retaliate away. 

(Y/N) stood gobsmacked, blinking as the door to the classroom swung close. Letting out a small huff, she smiled knowing Chester must be laughing to himself in the classroom as he waits for (Y/N) to take her seat next to him. Soothing her hair, (Y/N) pushed the classroom door open and headed towards her seat, waving at her classmates as she made her way down. 

Chester looked back at (Y/N) but suddenly snapped forward as he got an idea. Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he began scribbling a meeting time and location before folding it into a tiny square. With a small smirk, he set the paper down in front of her station and crossed his arms behind his head. 

A few moments later, (Y/N) set her book down and noticed the small piece of parchment along with Chester’s mischievous look. Rolling her eyes, she took a seat and fumbled to open the parchment, the note read

Meet me at the Secret Garden

10:00 pm tonight

Don’t be Late 

-C

But before she could get a word out, Professor McGonagall had already begun the day’s lesson. 

*****

(Y/N) had underestimated Chester’s schemes. As soon as the Transfiguration class ended, he bolted out of the room but not before reminding (Y/N) about their arrangement. His sudden actions confused her, he hadn’t mentioned doing anything prior to class and now he was flat out avoiding her until they met. 

Despite his odd behavior, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find his determination endearing. An array of ideas flew through her head as she attempted to figure out what he could be planning, but when it came to Chester, you couldn’t really predict what he would do next because he is determined to try anything. Needless to say, Chester’s mysterious note remained on her mind as she tutored one of the third-year Ravenclaw boys. 

Usually, she remained focused and engaged but she caught herself glancing at the clock multiple times throughout the session. She also recalled the first time Chester had taken her to the garden. He had brought her there to study once, but they had not returned in a while, if he had called her there, it meant he had something important planned. Once nine-thirty rolled around, (Y/N) practically sprinted towards the Secret Garden, excited to see what her fellow Prefect had suddenly planned for the evening. 

“Chester?” (Y/N) called, reaching the enclosed garden her eyes immediately landed on the practice dummies evenly spread across the field. Chester suddenly appeared behind (Y/N), gripping her shoulders and giving her a subtle shake, “Boo!” He exclaimed causing her to let out a shrill shriek. 

“Chester!” (Y/N) yelled, suddenly turning to give him a shove, “You’re horrible” She laughed, letting her heartbeat settle as her friend laughed. 

“You’re hurting my feelings, (Y/N)” Chester admitted, adding in a fake pout for dramatic effect, “You’d really say that when I’ve gone out of my way to set up Dark Arts training for you?” Chester dropped his eyes, his shoulders drooping as he sauntered over to the training dummies. 

“Chester, you should really join the acting program here” (Y/N) laughed, watching her friend trudge through the grass, “You’d be their star pupil” 

Chester suddenly broke character, “No bloody way” Chester grumbled, “I’ve already got Frog Choir and that’s all I need” He grinned proudly, retrieving his wand from his coat pocket. (Y/N) removed her robes, folding them before placing them on the grass, “So, tell me what you’ve planned?” She asked. 

Chester smirked, “I’m glad you asked” he stated, removing his own robe and loosening his tie. For anyone else, it might be uncommon to see Chester in a ‘disheveled’ state, but (Y/N) had grown familiar with this side of him and she always found something new to admire. Tonight, his skin was glowing underneath the moonlight and his soft smile left (Y/N) at ease. 

“Will you be able to focus with me as your teacher?” Chester teased, snapping her away from her trance. (Y/N) blushed, crossing her arms defensively but embarrassed having been caught staring at him. 

“Don’t get too cocky,” (Y/N) warned, playfully aiming her want at him. Chester threw his hands up in defeat, purposely adding in a hint of dramatic flair to make his friend laugh. (Y/N) laughed at his reaction, “You’re ridiculous” she added, lowering her wand with a smile on her face. 

“You know, I hear that quite often” Chester admitted, giving her a soft shrug. The two of them were always busy, but when they were together, all they could think about was how much they enjoyed each other’s company. With (Y/N) everything seemed easier, she understood him, she helped him study, and more importantly, she cared for him. 

“Well, what are we learning tonight?” (Y/N) asked, her (E/C) eyes shining brightly. She cherished the time they spent together and she knew Chester would not stop assisting her until she mastered his techniques. (Y/N) loved his determination and it motivated her to improve every single day. 

“Well, it’s not going to be easy,” Chester disclosed, “But after this session, you’re going to be the best student in Defense Against the Dark Arts…” A sly smile grew on his lips, “After me, of course,” He shot her a wink before assuming his fighting position beside her, “Ready?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his comment, sticking her tongue out in response, earning another laugh from Chester. 

“I was born ready,” She replied confidently and he nodded in appreciation. Chester loved her confidence, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed working with her because no matter how difficult the situation became, she was always ready to learn and overcome it. 

On his call, the two began practicing the different spells they learned in class. Chester and (Y/N) lost track of the time as they practiced, but that was not unusual for them. The sound of their laughs and spells clashing with the dummies bounced off the walls of the garden as they engrossed themselves in their training. 

[lara-kaminari]

Pumpkin Plant

Chester es meticuloso, calculador, le gusta tener todo en su lugar. Lamentablemente, la presencia de una chica conocida cambia todo lo establecido en su vida.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26500024/chapters/64583131

Pairings: Chester/MC, Felix/MC

Chapter 1: Pergamino de color rosa pastel.

La vida de Chester Davies solía ser tranquila, en lo que cabe. Tenía una vida organizada, meticulosa, con cada elemento en su lugar y eso le gustaba. No se privaba de ningún placer en particular, disfrutaba del alcohol como todos, el buen sexo y demás. Nada de eso interfería en sus deberes en la Oficina del Uso Incorrecto de la Magia en el Ministerio, era un excelente mago y su vida llevaba un rumbo excelente.

Hasta ese día.

Las señales estaban allí, debió sentirlo en el aire, en el murmullo de la gente. Es ahora cuando se pregunta: ¿Cómo pudo ser tan ciego? Pero su destino había sido sellado, como un sobre extraoficial repleto de sellos e indicaciones de tinta roja. Camina hasta su oficina, poco tendría que importarle los chismes de la oficina, ¿acaso no están allí para trabajar?

—Chester. —Llamó Félix, pasando su brazo sobre los hombros del chico.

—Rosier. —Respondió con una sonrisa.

—Te ves tranquilo, imagino que eres ajeno a las recientes noticias.

—¿Por qué debería tomarlas en cuenta?

—Te involucran.

Chester se detiene, Félix quita su brazo de encima y lo mira con una ceja levantada. Davies está experimentando una sensación nueva, es el terror y el odio recorriendo sus venas, ¿acaso los directivos han tomado una decisión respecto a su trabajo que no se le ha informado de antemano?

—No te despedirán. —Aseguró Félix.

—Serían unos tontos si lo hicieran.

—Pero es peor, mucho peor.

—Ve al punto, ¿será una reducción de sueldo? ¿tendré que hacer recortes en el personal? ¿el departamento recibirá menos presupuesto?

—La sorpresa está en tu oficina, yo no puedo involucrarme. —Respondió Félix, levantando sus hombros. —Soy un Auror, iré a hacer lo mío.

—Te odio.

—Escríbeme después.

Se mantuvo frío y servicial mientras caminaba en dirección a su oficina, no permitiría que un par de rumores tontos lo confundieran. Puede encargarse de lo que sea, es bueno negociando; tiene que pensar en eso cuando su mano toca la perilla de la puerta y la gira más lentamente de lo que le gustaría.

Allí está su jefe, ¿le preocupa? No, tienen buena relación. Chester ha demostrado ser uno de sus empleados más competentes en el departamento, ¿a qué le teme? Claro, a la otra presencia en la habitación. Es una mujer joven, tan joven que parece apenas haber terminado sus estudios en Hogwarts.

No es sólo la juventud lo que llama su atención porque, además de que reconoce a la chica, ella está vestida de una manera algo... Estrafalaria. El cabello recogido y poco ordenado está decorado con diminutas flores de todos los colores, su ropa pareciera haber sido escogida por un artista daltónico, ¿ese es su mejor intento por verse elegante? ¿por qué está usando tantos colores? ¿quién usa una falda larga con zapatillas acordonadas? Sólo ella, por supuesto. La única, la inigualable, la perfecta curse-breaker de Hogwarts.

—Davies, te presento a tu nueva compañera. —Anunció su jefe. —MC está aquí para servirte y ayudar en las tareas que puedas darle.

Chester parpadeó varias veces, intentando despertar de esa pesadilla.

—¿Puedo hablar con usted? Sólo un segundo, sin ella presente.

Gracias a Merlín que él aceptó, de cualquier manera, sentía que podía charlar aun con la chica allí porque ella parecía muy entretenida con los elementos del escritorio. ¿Acaso nadie le enseñó a mantener sus manos alejadas de las pertenencias ajenas? No, todo estará bien. Hablará con su jefe y llegará a un acuerdo satisfactorio.

—No la quiero aquí. —Dijo Chester rápidamente.

—Su padre tiene muchas influencias...

—Al diablo con su papi, ¿por qué no se va a otro departamento? Se viste como un maldito circo y arruinará nuestra imagen.

—Su padre la quiere trabajando aquí específicamente, ¿por qué no le pides a ella que te cuente la historia? La encontrarás hilarante.

—Amablemente solicito que...

—Es tarde, tendrás que acostumbrarte a su presencia.

Entonces... Sí, su destino ha sido marcado por una mujer indeseada. ¿Puede acostumbrarse al repentino cambio en su vida? Probablemente necesite mucho café y whisky de fuego, el suficiente para hundir los malos pensamientos. En tanto regresa a su oficina, se encarga de analizar cada detalle de la chica. ¿Por qué tuvo que ser MC? La conoce, o la conocía, fue su prefecto en Hogwarts y ella siempre se metía en problemas que le dificultaban la vida.

—Tiempo sin verte, Chester. —Dijo MC, jugueteando con sus collares de cuentas.

—“Señor Davies”, vamos a dejar ciertas pautas en claro.

—Claro, “Señor Davies”. —Corrigió MC con una risa divertida. —Supongo que te estarás preguntando por qué estoy aquí.

—Sería útil tener una explicación adecuada.

—Es una larga historia, ¿cómo te lo explico? —MC levantó sus piernas en la silla y las cruzó, provocando un gruñido molesto en su nuevo jefe. —Resulta que tengo dieciocho años y estoy en la edad ideal para casarme, ¿puedes creerlo? Es una especie de tradición familiar o algo así, entonces... Tengo que buscar un buen candidato y sé quién es el ideal, se lo comenté a mi padre y... Aquí estoy, intentando ganarme el corazón de quien podría ser mi nuevo esposo.

—No, no lo entiendo.

—Estoy enamorada de Félix Rosier, desde Hogwarts, así que estoy trabajando en el Ministerio para tener más posibilidades de conocerlo y que se enamore de mí o tendré que casarme con otro pretencioso pretendiente rico. —Explicó MC. —No era exactamente mi plan terminar en tu oficina, pero la vida trabaja de maneras misteriosas y sé que tú eres un buen amigo suyo.

—Lo que me estás diciendo es que hiciste una llamada rápida a papi para que cumpla tus caprichos y...

—Espera, espera, espera. —Interrumpió MC, agitando sus manos y creando un tintineo por el contacto de sus brazaletes. —No tengo esa clase de relación con mi padre, ¡estoy obligada a casarme! Así que, si estoy en esos términos, me gustaría que fuera con alguien que me guste.

—¿En serio crees tener una oportunidad con Félix Rosier? ¿Te has visto en el espejo? Él es uno de los sangre puras más aclamados, su familia forma parte de los Sagrado Veintiocho y la mayoría de las mujeres están detrás suyo por su fortuna abundante.

—No me interesa el dinero.

—Claro, tu papi debe darte el suficiente.

—De hecho, mi padre nunca me ha mantenido. —Confesó MC con simpleza. —Vivo sola con mi propio dinero, no tengo mucho y probablemente me echen a la calle en unos meses, pero...

—Excesivos detalles que nunca te pedí.

—¿Puedes ayudarme? Por favor. —Suplicó MC juntando sus cejas y haciendo una expresión de pena. —Sólo necesito conquistarlo y casarme con él, desapareceré de tu vida en cuanto todo haya terminado.

—Bien, te organizaré una cita con él y...

—¡Así no! Yo tengo que hacer el trabajo, tú sólo deberías darme la información correcta para que pueda acercarme.

—¿Es una maldita danza de apareamiento o qué? Nos llevará toda la vida.

—Lo lamento, son mis reglas. —Sentenció MC, cruzándose de brazos. —No quiero que Félix sepa aun sobre mis sentimientos hacia él, eso provocará un rechazo absoluto.

Chester suspiró hastiado, apenas esa mañana las estrellas estaban en perfecta posición, ¿qué es este peculiar desastre de la naturaleza? Comienza a hacer cálculos, es bueno haciendo cálculos, esta ardua tarea le llevará un par de simples meses y nada más que eso. Conoce a Félix, sus actividades, lo que le gusta y disgusta, será sencillo. Su vida volverá a la normalidad en cuanto ella se vaya lejos, entonces el equilibrio ecológico de su existencia se restaurará.

—De acuerdo, pero esto seguirá siendo una tarea del trabajo.

—Suena bien para mí.

Ella agitó su varita, en diagonal a su posición frente al escritorio de Chester, hizo aparecer su propia estación de trabajo. Una mesa con volados blancos, brillos en la tela que la cubría y plumas de colores chillones, incluso los pergaminos tenían un aniñado color rosa pastel. Chester se masajeó el puente de la nariz, suplicando a Merlín que su martirio acabara para volver a la agradable rutina que lo reconfortaba.

Si MC se queda en silencio, sólo escribiendo y atendiendo los tediosos archivos, puede acostumbrarse a su presencia. Entre tanto, se concentrará en mover los hilos que facilitarán un final a esa historia.

—Mira, dibujé un perrito. —Dijo MC, levantando su pergamino rosado con una sonrisa, enseñando su obra de arte.

Será más difícil de lo que pensó.

[ddrawthisandthat]

❤️ with MC only if you wanna? Also I hope you’re doing well, I just saw you on my dash recently and holy heck I kind of forgot how much I loved your art and I just wanna wish you a good week! Andjsjfj sorry if this sounds awkward 😅, take care 💖💖!!

[Wrong reunion]

Auror Chester x Wanted criminal MC 

As She grew up, I wanted to see the Mushu who hid her feelings inside and finally reached the limit. I think it’s a future where her selfishness is more apparent! 

And oooooops, I’m so happy that you like my arts, and Sorry that too much late 😂😂😂 I hope you’re doing well, and Have a great Day! Take care too☺☺ 

(and Please understand that I am not good at English, Let me know if there is anything wrong!)

[jayrart]

Happy Valentine's day... sorry that I'm a little late. I haven't been in the right state of mind lately so I haven't been able to focus. Anyways here is that drawing for @allieisblue again sorry it's late and sorry if it's not good (if you don't like it I'll draw you something else once I'm better)(also let’s say its year seven👍) . To the other 5 people I picked I'm still going to make you something I just need time.

[juniperwindsong]

Four Things Felix Rosier Remembered.

Fall 1980

"And this is Felix Rosier," the Slytherin prefect says, introducing the first year to the teenagers seated around the fire. "Yes, yes. Of those Rosiers."

Eyes turn to inspect the eleven year old Felix. He's acutely conscious of how short he is compared to the older students.

"Well, don't just stand there," says the prefect with an encouraging smile, motioning Felix to join them. "Come. Sit."

Felix takes stiff steps toward the sofa. When he reaches it, the prefect pats the space next to him and Felix perches straight-backed on the edge of the seat.

The prefect's badge gleams in the firelight. So do his perfect, even teeth as he flashes his dazzling smile again. Felix wonders which of those is the main supplier of the older boy's supreme confidence, and how he, Felix, might go about obtaining it.

"So, you’re Evan's...brother?" asks the girl across from him. Her skin and hair are dark, but her eyes are such a light grey they're almost white and painful to look at. They flash as cold and cutting as diamonds.

"Cousin," Felix answers. "But I see him all the time. He stays at our manor most summers."

"Really?" the girl drawls, smiling in a way that makes Felix uncomfortable and tapping her cheek with a long black fingernail. "I'd love to hear more about him."

The boy next to her glances up from his book at this. He eyes the girl disdainfully before warning Felix, "I wouldn't go throwing that bit of information around, if I were you. Unless you want to get yourself hexed."

"What does that mean?" asks Felix confused.

"It means he's a coward," sneers the girl with diamond-like eyes and she flicks the boy with the book hard on the temple. The boy turns on her, snarling. They draw wands so fast Felix barely sees it and he flinches involuntarily.

The prefect intervenes. "Enough," he commands. "We don't eat our own."

The girl and the boy glare at each other, but lower their wands. Felix gazes at the prefect in awe.

The prefect crosses one leg over the other comfortably and addresses Felix. "What he means, Rosier, is that a lot of the students and staff here are related to people your cousin has killed. All in the name of the cause, of course, but still...you're not likely to make friends with anyone outside of the house by dropping his name."

Felix furrows his brow. "I don't understand. Aren't most people on our side now? My father says it's only ‘the dregs’ left."

The diamond-eyed girl chuckles at this. It makes Felix shiver.

"He isn't wrong. But the dregs make up a sizeable proportion of this place," she says scornfully.

When Felix continues to look puzzled, the prefect again interprets. "While the real war may be going in our favour, the school has not yet been cleansed. There are three other houses, each full of mudbloods and traitors who will hex you as soon as look at you just because you wear green. If they find out who your family is-"

"Let's just say, they'll attribute it a less pleasant sort of honour," the girl finishes. She mimes throwing a curse at Felix using her finger as a wand. He flinches again, visibly, and she laughs at him.

"Don't worry, Rosier," the prefect reassures him. "You're in Slytherin now. We're our own family here. We watch out for each other, have each other's backs. Never forget that." He puts an arm around Felix's shoulder and squeezes lightly. "It's why we're the top house."

A tingling warmth spreads through Felix's chest at the physical contact, burning away the nervous tension. The older students continue to chatter, but Felix only half-listens, focused on enjoying the feeling of belonging that he's craved for so long.

Winter 1980

"So, you're Felix Rosier," the older boy chuckles, straightening his green and silver tie. "Nearly had it there, didn't you?"

Felix scrambles to his feet, shame burning in his cheeks. He kicks aside the legs of the Gryffindor third year lying partly on top of him, immobilised by the older boy's timely jinx.

"Thank you," Felix pants, retrieving his wand from the floor.

"Bit old for you to go picking a fight with, isn't he?"

Felix scowls. "He's a mud-blood. He made a crack about my cousin."

The older boy makes a derisive chuffing sound and Felix looks at him more closely. Obviously in Slytherin, by his tie, but Felix hasn't seen him before. He's tall and well-built, exuding that casually confident air that Felix wishes for so desperately. He twirls his wand absently between his fingers, and Felix makes a mental note to practice that later.

"Mud-blood," repeats the older boy with something like amusement. "Listen kid, all that stuff about blood? It's a myth. Blood doesn't have anything to do with your magic."

Felix gapes at him. "But...my father says-"

" 'Rosier', right?" the older boy interrupts. "Yeah, you've got those old-fashioned sort of parents. Lots of people in our house do." The older boy motions for Felix to follow him and they set off down the deserted corridor. "Do yourself a favor," the boy continues, "Don't buy into all that rubbish. It'll hold you back from allying yourself with people who could be useful to you."

They come to a door at the end of the hallway, and the older boy opens it with a tap of his wand. Felix notices he doesn't have to voice his spell.

"Some of the most powerful wizards I know are muggle-borns. And the power of your magic is what matters." They step out into a hallway Felix has never seen before, and the older boy leads him toward a tapestry concealing a flight of stairs.

Felix isn't sure what to say. He's never heard anyone talk like this before. He realizes with a jolt that the boy must not be a Death Eater, the way he naturally assumes everyone in his house is.

"You don't work with the Dark Lord, then?"

"Nope. I only work for myself. Jump that step, it's a trick," the older boy warns, and Felix hops over the step in question hurrying to catch up.

"Choosing a side is just backing yourself into a corner," explains the older boy. He glances left and right before stepping off the staircase into a passageway Felix finally recognizes as leading to the dungeons. "Good guys and bad guys, right and wrong, that shit changes all the time. But you know what lasts forever?" The boy turns and winks at the open-mouthed Felix: "Treasure."

"What, like gold?" asks Felix, awe-struck.

The boy raises an eyebrow mysteriously. "There's all kinds of treasure, kid."

They've reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. The older boy gives the password and the wall begins to open. He motions with his hand for Felix to go through.

"Aren't you coming?" Felix asks hopefully. He isn't sure he understands any of what the older boy is saying, but it's fascinating, and he doesn't want the conversation to end just yet.

The older boy shakes his head. "Nope. Things to do. Just wanted to make sure you didn't get yourself cursed on the way back. The halls are dangerous right now."

Felix hesitates. "Do you think...you could show me that jinx sometime?"

"Wish I could, kid, but between you and me? I don't think I'll be around here much longer." The older boy winks again, and sidesteps Felix before he can ask anything else. "But there's a book on dueling hidden in the artefact room. Look through it sometime. And remember what I said."

"I will," Felix assures him, wondering which of the many strange things the boy has said in their short conversation he's talking about specifically. Felix walks dazedly through the entrance wall, then remembers something and whips around.

"What's your name?" he asks as the bricks begin to close between them.

The older boy gives him a lop-sided grin. "Jacob Windsong."

Winter 1981

"You are Felix Rosier!" His father pronounces, giving the last name an emphasis bordering on reverence. "Rosiers do not give in the demands of peasants."

The first rule of the house is not to contradict his father. Felix knows this better than anyone.

"But my name doesn't mean anything anymore!  Not to anyone at school! They-" 

The sight of his father's drawn wand makes Felix's throat constrict and his voice fade away to nothing. His father lifts the wand to point at Felix's torso and he flinches involuntarily.

"Doesn't mean anything?" His father repeats the offensive words, his voice low and deadly. "It is a pureblood name of the most noble history. A leader even among the Sacred Twenty-Eight." His dark eyes flash with fury as he intones, "It means everything."

Felix's insides writhe in silent despair. He can't decide which he fears more: his father's wrath or finishing his second year at Hogwarts.

The two months since the fall of the Dark Lord have been chaos. It's open season on anyone with even the most distant death eater affiliation. Felix has lost count of the number of times he's been hexed in the halls, even by students in his own house, desperate to prove to the rest of the school they're not one of those Slytherins. We don't eat our own, his prefect had said. But that's all gone to hell now, and his prefect with it. Like most of the house, he disappeared before the holiday break.

"Beauxbatons is just as prestigious as Hogwarts," his mother ventures timidly from her chair near the fire. "And the estate in France needs caring for. Why not go where the name will be appreciated?"

His father turns his glare at his mother, who lowers her eyes like a dog.

"Because we've lost a battle, not a war." His father begins to pace. "The Dark Lord will return. And if he doesn't, someone else will rise eventually. I will not abandon the cause, nor let Evan's death be in vain."

He shoots a dark look at his son. His father had never made his preference for Evan a secret. He often remarked in Felix's presence how much more satisfactory Evan was in every way.

Jealously sparks inside Felix, rekindling his nerve. "Father, I don't want to go back. I want to go to Beauxbatons. I-"

His father stops pacing and revolves on the spot to face him.

Felix's voice falters. "Please."

His father does not speak until he's towering over Felix. His voice is so low it's almost a whisper, but Felix cringes at the fury behind each word.

"There are more important things than always doing what you want." For such a slight man, his father takes up an enormous amount of space. He's all Felix can see. "Want is for children. For lesser wizards. Those who do not have the weight of a sacred name to uphold. Do you understand?"

Felix nods.

"Answer me." His father's hand twitches toward his pocket where his wand is hidden. Felix gulps.

"Yes, sir."

His father grips Felix's chin and jerks his head up to look him directly in the eye.

"Evan is dead and I am in disgrace.” He says this without the least emotion. "As much as it pains me, you are the face of the Rosiers now." He relinquishes his grip on Felix, who keeps his eyes forward all the same.

"So, you will return to Hogwarts. You will excel. If they push you, you will push back. Harder. You will make the name Rosier great again. And you will not disappoint me. Do you understand?"

Felix's dread has not abated. It still sits in his stomach like a leaden weight. But there's something else growing in him now too. This is what he's always wanted. A chance to prove himself. To prove he's just as powerful as Evan was. That he can be what his father wants. That he is worthy of his name.

Felix lifts his chin a little higher, trying to mimic his father's perfect, imperious expression.

"Yes, sir."

Fall 1984

"You're Felix Rosier?" the Gryffindor girl called Angelica glares at him, arms crossed. "Cousin of Evan? Son of that bastard who bought his way out of Azkaban?"

Felix is on his feet, wand drawn in less than a second, but all three of the train compartment's other occupants are right behind him. The four new prefects size each other up, wands raised. The tall, lanky Ravenclaw prefect called Chester speaks first.

"Let's just all take a breath, okay? It we start dueling each other before we even reach school, they'll take our badges away." Chester sets his face grimly. "And I don't know about you, but I worked hard to be here."

Angelica and Felix regard each other warily, each lowering their wand at exactly the same time. The short Hufflepuff prefect called Jane mutters something that sounds like "Babies," before tucking her own wand away.

The train gives a lurch as it rounds a corner, and all four are forced to resume their seats before they topple over. A very tense silence follows. Felix keeps his face guarded, but his heart sinks into his stomach. This is exactly the sort of confrontation he's been dreading.

It's almost three years since the war ended, and the attacks in the halls have largely subsided. Slytherins still keep mostly to themselves, and Felix is no exception. But being a prefect has been his dream since his first year at Hogwarts, and he's not going to let anything get in the way of that.

"So, we're supposed to look over the list of rules and banned items." Chester references the roll of parchment they've been given to review. "It looks like they've added a few this year. First is-"

Angelica interrupts him. "How are we supposed to work with him?" She gestures at Felix. "He's practically a Death Eater."

Usually, Felix wouldn't rise to the accusation, but he's on edge. "I'm no more a Death Eater than you are a muggle just because you're related to them."

Angelica calls Felix something that makes his eyebrows shoot up his forehead and causes Jane to let out an eerily high pitched laugh. Chester grabs Angelica's arm before she can draw her wand.

"Okay, that's enough." Chester looks back and forth between the Sytherin and Gryffindor. "How on earth will we set an example for our houses if we can't even treat each other with civility?"

Felix gives the Ravenclaw boy an appraising look. He knows Chester only by his academic reputation. The two of them have always been neck and neck for top of the class, and Felix has only ever regarded him with the same wary competitiveness appropriate to any rival. Now, he feels a grudging admiration for his fellow prefect's dedication to responsiblities over rivalries. It's an attitude he wants to emulate.

Felix slicks his hair down where pieces have come out of place and takes a deep breath, turning to face Angelica again.

"How about, I'll keep quiet about your family if you will about mine," Felix proposes, his voice as passive as he can make it.

Angelica narrows her eyes, inspecting him closely. Felix has the impression she's searching for a sign he's mocking her, and he keeps his face as conciliatory as possible. After a minute, she mutters, "Whatever," crosses her arms, and looks stubbornly out the window.

"Do you really not mind working with muggle-borns?" inquires Jane, her strangely bland eyes on Felix. It unnerves him how little expression can be gleaned from her facial features.

"I'll work with anyone as long as they don't get in my way of being Headboy," Felix announces.

"No promises there," warns Chester. "Slytherins aren't the only ones with ambitions."

"No, just the ones who know how to achieve them," retorts Felix.

The two boys size each other up across the compartment. Then Chester smiles and Felix smirks.

Angelica rolls her eyes hugely at them.

"How about a truce, then? Until sixth year at least?" Chester suggests, looking around at the other three prefects.

"Very well," agrees Felix solemnly, trying not to sound too eager.

Jane nods.

Angelica wrinkles her nose. "Fine." She leans over and snatches the roll of parchment from Chester.

The three other prefects sink back into their seats as Angelica begins reading off this year's newly banned items. Chester glances across at Felix and repeats his tired smile. Felix can't quite bring himself to smile back - it's not an expression he often indulges in - but he tries his best to look appreciative.

He allows himself to relax in his seat just a fraction, enjoying the heady sense of pride and accomplishment that emanates from the prefect badge finally pinned to his chest. This year, for the first time, Felix feels confident enough to handle anything Hogwarts throws at him.

[glowin-theshark]

HPHM + Onion Headlines (3/?)

(Another freshly baked batch...)

[aria-xue]

Happy (Late) New Year

I barely draw Barnaby so I thought I’d do something special! I wanted to post this on the first but didn’t get a chance to. sorry!

Good luck in 2019! I love all of you guys!

[jolynejay]

I'm torn between asking a legit question and being a little shit... guess I'll take the middle road

Why so flustered? 😏 Might there be someone 😏😏

AWWWWE, THAT'S SO CUTE!!

Though I wonder who it is (tbh my shipper heart hopes it's either Felix or Mira XDD)

[wearegro0t-blog]

HPHM SHIPS

hey broskies, i’m gonna be doing hogwarts mystery ships, so send in your (or your MC’s)

- name

- age

- house

- personality

- appearance (height, stature, eye color, hair color, body shape, etc.)

- background/history (include as much as you want)

- if you prefer boys or girls (or if you’re fine with either)

And I’ll give you a ship! (your ~perfect match~) you can be shipped with :

- bill weasley

- charlie weasley

- barnaby lee

- nymphadora tonks

- penny haywood

- tulip karasu

- ben copper

- rowan khanna

- andre egwu

- felix rosier

- chester davies

- angelica cole

- jane court

- merula snyde

note: I’m not including Ismelda bc we don’t stan psychotic bullies here :)

soooo yay ships are open! send em in

[domaslut]

What can I say? She was getting tired of waiting for him to make a move… And you can tell she is a good student: he gave her instructions, she pursued them.

TAKE A HINT FELIX. SHE’S DROOLING AFTER YOU.

[mswisegal]

Smoke

Warning: NSFW, R-18, underage prostitution, some bdsm(?), Chester is a bit of a creep, bad habits like smoking, cursing, violence, mentions of child abuse, possessiveness.

A/N: here it is!!! took me a lot of editing but i’m finally done. i should really stop writing on impulse cause it’s interfering with my sleeping schedule, i started making this at midnight two weeks ago(??) nvm, hope you guys like dark!Chester eyyy.

Tags: @sungoddessra , @mcrosiers

Pairings: Chester/MC, Felix/MC, Onesided Charlie/MC

He was smoking again. She thought. Nothing is ever good when he smokes.

The blue bed sheet was soft against her skin as she lay there pretending to be asleep. She listened to the sound of the gentle wind outside the balcony, the moonlight touching the walls she's facing as his shadow follows his movements and she knows that he's standing there with only his boxers with a lit cigarette in one hand.

Shameless bastard. She spat out in the walls of her own mind. (Y/N) angrily stared at the wall, brows furrowing. Pervert probably likes being watched. And she didn't doubt it for a second.

(Y/N) turned around slowly, making as little noise as possible and she was greeted with a view of a tall, scarred, broad-shouldered, young man. His back facing her as he let the cigarette touch his lips again,.

What wrong now? Did something happen at work? She asked herself and she saw him exhale. The white smoke danced in front of him under the gentle light before being carried off by the breeze.

It’s been a year.

Nothing has really changed other than the frequent visits and the interactions that confused her these past few days. (Y/N) didn’t understand but she was more than fine with it.

However, the sudden change made her wary.

And her suspicion grew worse now that he’s holding the cancer-stick. (Y/N) stared and he repeated the motions until he slowly turned his head to the right and she instantly snapped her eyes shut.

She could feel his eyes on her, she cursed herself silently when she realizes that her upper torso wasn’t covered, her arms were stretched out in front of her leaving her breasts completely visible under his burning gaze. She heard him shift a little but other than that, she heard nothing.

(Y/N) thought she was in the clear and let her shoulders relax.

“I know you’re awake.”

She tensed up again. He sounded close, he is close, damn. How can this man make his footsteps sound like feathers falling to the ground? She didn’t even hear him approach, what the hell?

The smell of cigarette smoke made her slowly open her eyes and it instantly narrowed.

Chester stood there with hair messed up and sticking in every direction, face blank with a hint of a growing stubble on his chin, and the cigarette was there between his fingers. Its presence made her scowl.

The prick! He knows how much she hates him smoking inside. “Put that shit out, will you?" (Y/N) hissed and he only smirked before taking another drag off of the piece of shit stick and letting the smoke fill the air. She wanted to kick him in the balls, then maybe he’ll have to suck it in than let it out.

“Nah.” He said with an amused and teasing tone. (Y/N) really wanted to punch him. 

She sat up, not caring anymore if she was naked and Chester must have appreciated it since his eyes went down from her face to her chest slowly.

Shameless, fucking shameless.

"I said put that shit out." (Y/N)’s intense glare must have worked because he rolled his eyes and sighed. Chester smoothened his hair back slowly with one hand, irritation clear on his features.

“Just a few more and then maybe I will love. I need it." Came a tired voice and her expression softened to mild anger.

This, this is what she was talking about. Old Chester wouldn't care, he'll leave the fucking room. Maybe tease her a little before getting out of whatever place they chose to rent for the night for a smoke.

Some nights he wouldn't even come back and she'll be the only one leaving the damn place, alone, hungry, but with a lot of gold in her pocket.

What changed?

"Well take it outside, the balcony's right there."

"I don't know, I like the view here more."

And he's back to being a pain in the ass. (Y/N) glared and grabbed the sheets to cover herself, as if anticipating the motion, he stopped her by pulling the sheets and leaving it to fall on the floor.

"You're a fucking twat, you know that?"

Chester didn't say anything, only stared, and it made her somewhat conscious now but she didn't let it show. His gazes always have that effect. Like their first night.

"Spread your legs, let me see those cute cotton knickers."

Fucking pervert.

He made a sound of confirmation as if he was agreeing to her thoughts half-heartedly before lowering his cigarette to put it out on the bed then throwing it carelessly on the ground.

"What are you doing? You shouldn't have done that, they'll make me pay!" (Y/N) yelled, but before she could let any curses out he grabbed her ankle and pulled.

She fell on her back and he crawled on top of her and she noticed that he wasn't wearing his boxers anymore with how his cock was now visible for the whole world to see.

"Relax. I have a lot of money, I'll pay for it."

"Fucking liar," She hissed out through clenched teeth, "You said the Ministry doesn't pay you enough."

"Being paid a lot and not being paid enough is different." Chester let her ankle go to grip her knees to spread her legs but she fought against the motion, still pissed.

“How is that different?”

“They pay me more than the average Auror but the work I do needs more than what they give me, do you understand now? Good, open your legs.”

“No.” (Y/N) snapped, lifting herself from the bed and pushing away from him. “That’s it for the day, you won’t be getting any more.”

“What the fuck is up with you?”

“What the fuck is up with me? More like what the fuck is up with you?!”

Chester groaned, sighing he looked at her as if she was a child throwing a tantrum. Unamused, he spoke. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been asking sex from me recently.”

“Yeah and so? It’s nothing new.”

“Not this frequent! What happened to being discreet?!”

It was a short arrangement but mutually beneficial with simple rules and instructions.

He calls, they meet, they have sex, then after that, they pretend nothing ever happened, move on with their lives until he calls again and the cycle repeats itself. It never once changed.

Until now.

“I thought you don’t want anyone knowing.” (Y/N) said it more like a statement than a question and it was Chester’s turn to scowl. “You’re paranoid, no one knows.”

“That’s not what I meant! My father will find out, now that I’m always out night and day!”

“He won’t, the man’s oblivious.”

“He will! Felix-“

“Don’t say his fucking name.”

With Chester’s low and deadly tone, (Y/N) snapped her mouth shut. The thought of Felix was cut off immediately when he grabbed her arm and turned her around harshly, her chest pressing down on the soft bed as he climbed up behind her.

“Rule number fucking one, (Y/N).” He growled next to her ear, the heat of his skin was almost too much for her and she squirmed but she didn’t let him intimidate her.

“Felix-“ He gripped her arm tighter from behind and she winced, “-is getting suspicious. He wants to know why I couldn’t spend time with him like I normally do. He wants answers Chester, and it won’t be long before he catches up.”

Felix said it to her once but not personally, thank Merlin. He wrote a letter and up until now she was yet to reply, there will be a time when he would not take any more of her silence and seek her out himself to confront her if they weren’t careful.

“What am I gonna tell him?” (Y/N)’s voice was vulnerable sounding and she hated herself for it.

“Tell him because I fucking said so, because I pay you. Simple.”

Because you’re mine. 

“Yeah, no way in hell am I gonna say that. Not in a million years.” Chester gritted his teeth and (Y/N) almost regretted sassing him. Almost.

They met when Felix introduced Chester to her. It was nothing special, there was no occasion, they just ran into each other when they were window shopping. He was standing there, looking like a complete mess, with a cigarette in hand and (Y/N) could see the look of disapproval on Felix’s face.

She too, couldn’t stand him, not for the same reason but because of his attitude.

He was snippy and insufferable, he didn’t even try to be charming, it was a shock to her when Felix told her that he was a Prefect too back when they were at Hogwarts. (Y/N) never knew there was a Prefect named Chester Davies and Felix never mentioned him up until now.

She was sixteen and he was twenty-one, and they made a deal.

Chester unclenched his jaw and sighed out, “Fuck, love, you sure are a pain in the ass.”

(Y/N) could feel the friction of his cock just above her sex and she gripped the pillow above her head and bit her lip.

“I know I promised that I won’t leave marks this week especially now that you’re fully healed, but damn do you make me want to. Is that it? You want a rough round?”

She couldn't believe this, is he changing the subject?

“Fuck you, Chester, this isn’t a game! I want this secret buried under my shit pile, never to be seen again! I don't want anyone knowing this, I don’t want anyone finding out!”

He was uncharacteristically silent now but she didn’t care. She wants to get her point across.

"This is below me, everybody looks up to me at Hogwarts and if they ever find out-"

(Y/N) could see her friends faces morphed into disgust, and the harsh hushed whispers of her peers, her teachers, the people she looked up to like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and her brother-

"What I do isn't enough for you is it, (Y/N)?"

“Please, please just-“ (Y/N) didn’t know when she started crying but fresh tears started running down her cheeks, dampening the baby blue cover that reminded her of the sky.

“Just until I graduate, after that you won’t see me again, you won’t have to deal with my problems just- please.”

(Y/N)’s father was a gambler, an alcoholic, a chain-smoker, and the little money he gets from his job was all spent on his addictions. He was downright abusive and when Jacob left in order to find them a solution she received the end of every hit.

She hated Jacob for it but that didn’t stop her from looking for him and when she found him again, she couldn’t help but feel happy to see him. She wasn’t alone anymore.

But their currency started dropping twice as hard now that her worthless father found himself a fucking girlfriend and Jacob has to go back to risking his life just to feed them.

Her life was over, she might not have been expelled from Hogwarts because of her dangerous activities but she’s sure as hell wouldn’t be able to pay for it this September.

(Y/N) desperately wanted to ask Rowan but her family is also trying to get by with their tree farm, she isn’t that close with Ben so she couldn’t ask him, Penny was middle-class but that doesn’t mean she has that kind of money to give her, she doesn’t even want to start with Bill.

Her friends have problems too and it’s embarrassing to ask them something like this so she kept her mouth shut.

Felix came into mind on more than one occasion but-

If his mother ever found out-

The weight on her back was suddenly gone, and she could move again. (Y/N) didn’t know why she suddenly felt disappointed of the loss of his close proximity. Maybe she wanted comfort, a little affection but she knows she won't be getting any of that from him.

She sat up slowly and turned around to see him getting dressed.

His back was turned towards her as he buttoned up his worn dark blue dress shirt. It was silent and awkward and (Y/N) felt the need to hug her knees but ignored it and remained sitting still on the bed.

The sound of gringotts was placed on the table and it made her jump, her eyes were now locked onto coffee brown ones that had this dark swirl around them, something deep, something animal even, not human. 

And she wondered what they looked like back when he wasn’t so...jaded, 

tainted, 

broken.

If she looked deeper maybe she’ll find something there that’ll make her understand why he was who he was, why he was doing this but he turned his head before she could get anything out of it.

Chester walked out the door, expression unreadable, shoulders tense and ready to pounce on anyone that wouldn’t fall on his good graces. With the soft click of the door, she realized that she was holding her breath and she exhaled.

(Y/N) was walking around in her Hogwarts uniform in Diagon Alley in one hot afternoon, looking for a part-time job. She thought that if she wore her school garb they’ll pity her and hire her even if she was still underage, it wasn’t ideal but losers can’t be choosers.

At the end of the day, however, she was only met with disappointment.

Nobody wanted to hire her, some already had enough workers and the others weren’t desperate enough for her help to take her in.

She felt like crying. The world is unfair, life is unfair, Jacob can’t keep the family afloat alone. FUCK MY LIFE. (Y/N) wanted to cry out.

And that’s where she found Chester, coming out of Knockturn Alley like it was a normal thing for a man in his position to do. (Y/N) didn’t know what came over her but she chased him, grabbed his arm, and when he turned around to meet her red-rimmed eyes, only three words left her lips.

“Please, help me."

He did and she should have known that the things that come easily have its price. (Y/N) doesn't deny that she was repulsed by the idea of selling herself but she had been raised in a small, poor family, and she had to learn about being practical at a very young age.

It was reasonable, it was easy, it can help her so much. So she agreed.

At first, she was scared, she doesn't know Chester that much and here he was stripping her off of her underwear with steady hands. He was at ease, in his element and she was the opposite, all nerves and shaky fingers.

He knew what he was doing and (Y/N) wanted to berate him, to scowl and sneer at him because he was an Auror, it’s against all of the things he believes in- what he believed in but all she could do was moan when she felt his tongue that can be sharp and dirty at the same time press softly against her clit bringing her to new heights she never thought even existed.

Is this what the Ministry hires? 

Silver-tongued, rough around the edges, morally grey, unwhole young men? He was young, wasn’t he? Twenty-two, that’s hardly an adult, or was she wrong? Chester looked like ten years was taken out of him with bags under his eyes, worry lines on his forehead, and scars that are barely visible under the soft glow of the moonlight all over his body.

“Don’t ask, just touch. Merlin- fuck, you’re gorgeous. Haven’t anyone at school ever told you that?”

Then he was quiet for some time.

“Nevermind, don’t tell me.”

(Y/n) laid back down on the baby blue bed and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep.

“I might have to snap their necks.”

She didn’t know if he was joking or not but he was laughing.

They went back to their normal routine. Chester didn’t call as frequently as he did but when he does she could barely walk after. Even her useless father pointed out mockingly how she walked like a toddler nowadays and his girlfriend’s shrill laugh made her grit her teeth.

She reminded herself, This is for you, this is for your future, this is for Jacob. They’ll laugh but one day you’ll have your turn. They’ll see, they will all see.

Chester and (Y/N) never mentioned anything about that night and she was grateful for it. So they kept doing what they know best in the bedroom.

September hits and Chester fucked her on top of a desk table. His desk table at his apartment, with stacks of books, half-empty coffee mugs that had gone cold, and clean-written reports. His personality was written on these small mocha walls and his scent of faded cigarette smoke mixed with pure black coffee and cinnamon were attacking her senses, making her dizzy.

Chester’s eyes were shut, his forehead creasing as he was hunched over with hands gripping her hips painfully while her legs were wrapped around his torso as he pounded into her, hard. She was sure she will bruise later.

The mugs crashed on the ground long ago, probably spilling coffee on the ugly light-brown carpet, papers strewn to the side, becoming unimportant in the heat of the moment.

This won't be the last but Chester made her feel like it was so she gripped his shoulders, scratched him, nipped, bit, and sucked. I need you.

And he responded in equal eagerness, with a quiet I need you too.

"Christmas-" He moaned out before leaning down to bite her earlobe, "There's Christmas." (Y/N) know what he was trying to say but that didn't stop him for shagging her three more times in three different furniture.

Christmas came and (Y/N) wasn’t at home much. Christmas cards and gifts came like rain but they were hardly acknowledged because she has a problem.

There was something wrong with Chester.

She didn’t know what it was but the way he smoked was frequent now, after sex, after eating, even when he was taking a shit. She tried to find out whats wrong but she could hardly ask without him either shutting her up by shoving his hand in her panties or by ignoring her completely as if she wasn’t even in the room.

He was loud one moment and then quiet the next, he was always in thought and sometimes he would mutter a word or two under his breath that was barely audible. (Y/N) was scared that he finally lost his marbles and he might snap any second now and murder her in his messy apartment.

Nobody knows where she is, it was a perfect opportunity.

Then, as if he read her thoughts, he grinned. “I’m not gonna hurt you love unless,-” Leaning down to brush his lips on the shell of her ear,  “-you want me to of course.”

(Y/N) shuddered.

There were times too when she wakes up in the middle of the night in his bed, naked and spent, he would be sitting in a chair with a drink in his hand just watching her. He wasn’t doing anything, he wasn’t even jacking off or doing something equally mischevious or perverted.

Chester just sat there and watched.

It was downright creepy as fuck and she could never figure out what’s going on in his mind. (Y/N) actually preferred him doing something instead of just staring at her so intensely in the dark like some mysterious lurker.

“What’s wrong with you?” She whispered in the dark, a chuckle that was spine-chilling made her hair rise.

“A lot, you have to be a little specific sweetheart.”

“Why are you acting like this? Is there something wrong?” She warily asked.

(Y/N) heard the chair creak and she could feel his warm breath on her neck and she stilled. His warm hand cupped her ass and squeezed before nipping on her pulse point.

“You’re scaring me.”

He let go instantly, his hands and mouth were gone but his touch lingered. How, how does he do that? Even if she was tired it felt like she could go another round with him, is he putting something in her drink? 

The thought was so plausible it terrified her.

There was really something fucked up about Chester and to be dealing with him was a tough job she wasn't aware she signed up for.

“Not as much as I do you.” He mused and (Y/N) didn’t know what the fuck that means, he was so confusing.

Instead of giving herself a headache, she closed her eyes and ignored him and her thoughts.

The last days of her spending the holidays with Chester went out with a bang. He was downright animalistic, he looked like a beast that was let out of its cage for the first time in years, aggressive and hungry.

(Y/N) was covered in hickeys, down to the lightest pink to the angriest red, lines that his nails made left marks on her legs and hips. The beginning of September was nothing compared to this. Everything they did was nothing compared to this.

Her ass was in the air, pink from being smacked, and she was clutching the festive collar around her neck. (Y/N)’s eyes were shut tight as Chester pounded from behind, she whimpered when she felt the familiar build in her abdomen.

Her orgasm came down on her again for the umpteenth time and Chester groaned loudly behind her when her walls tightened around his cock bringing him on the edge with her.

She was sore and tired. When Chester pulled out she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and she felt him lay down next to her, equally exhausted and satisfied.

So the beast has been sated for the day. (Y/N) thought, about to close her eyes to get some good rest for her journey back to Hogwarts tomorrow but it was halted when she felt arms around her, pulling her close to a sweaty chest. 

(Y/N) doesn't have any energy left and she was about to tell him enough was enough but his gruff voice stopped her. "After your graduation,"

Chester hesitated and that was enough to catch her attention.

"After your graduation, if you want this to continue, you tell me."

"Why? I don't have classes to pay any more."

"It's just a thought," He shrugged, "You don't have enough money or if you're just down for a quick fuck then I'm available."

"You still have a long way to go for that firm you're planning with your brother. Skill alone isn't going to be enough."

She was surprised, she didn’t know he was listening when she rambles on about what she would do after Hogwarts or anything really.

"A new place to stay is gonna cost a lot too..."

(Y/N) thought about it.

Chester was right, she couldn’t just start with skill alone but she has Madam Rakepick and Bill waiting for her to graduate somewhere in Egypt with Jacob. The firm would have to wait but it’s not impossible.

She didn’t say it out loud, it felt like something bad might happen if she did.

(Y/N) only nodded in response and he squeezed her tighter, pulling out his wand to unclasp the collar around her neck with magic.

She woke up the next morning with Chester sucking the bundle of nerves between her legs.

The graduation was curt but fun, filled with mostly tears, but that was expected. Underclassmen told them goodbye with a few parting words and all of it went by in a blur.

It’s not like they aren’t going to see each other again but that didn’t stop her from letting a few tears escape. Rowan especially, hugging her as if their life depended on it.

The only highlight of the day was Filch getting chased by a Fanged-Frisbee and an Ever-Bashing-Boomerang as a farewell ‘present’.

Ah yes, the Tonks and Tulip classic.

When they were on the boats back to shore to leave Hogwarts, hopefully not forever, she thought about her future and all that she did in the past to get to where she is now.

(Y/N) had graduated, she did it even after all the struggles she faced, she made it.

She made it.

She held back the tears until she could no longer help it. It was too much when Jacob stood there with Bill next to him, he looked tired but something in his eyes told her that everything was finally going the way they want it to go and it’s fine now.

There were no more abusive fathers, no more sleepless nights, no more-

Someone appeared behind Jacob and it stopped her completely in her tracks and she could hear Charlie ask if she was okay.

Felix.

Jacob spotted (Y/N) and he perked up, “(Y/N)! Over here!” He yelled enthusiastically and it caught the attention of the other two men with him. She hastily rubbed her eyes to rub off the tears and smiled. 

“Jacob!”

Her brother went bounding, he didn’t care if he bumped a few people along the way but he was just so happy to see her and it was contagious. He opened his arms and she ran mid-way to meet him.

(Y/N) hugged him tightly and she could feel her eyes sting again. God, she missed him. They parted and Jacob took the close proximity as an opportunity to mess her hair. “Hey!”

“Charlie!” Yelled Bill and the two other siblings looked. They were sure he was going to do the same thing to Charlie, but he only held his hand up to stop him. 

“This is why we can’t have nice things.” Said the older red-head, lowering his hands while pouting. Charlie just rolled his eyes. 

“Where’s Percy and the twins?”

“Probably somewhere avoiding us because they know you’re going to do something embarrassing.”

“Bill!” (Y/N) called the attention of the eldest Weasley and he was more than eager to hug her. “(Y/N), thank Merlin you’re done with Hogwarts, I can’t stand being alone with your brother anymore. He's insufferable."

"I'm standing right here you prick." Jacob chuckled out before punching him playfully on the arm.

“The rest will be waiting for us in the Burrow. Mum is cooking to celebrate and she insists on you two to come, along with, uhm.”

They all turned to Felix, and he awkwardly stood there as if he wasn’t expecting to be acknowledged at all.

"Yeah sorry about that, I have to bring him along." Jacob sounded apologetic and Bill waved it off. "Nah it's fine mate."

"As long as he doesn't mind, that is." Mumbled Charlie and his brother had to elbow his side to shut him up which did the trick. Charlie briefly glared at him before a mask of calm indifference took its place.

"Hello (Y/N)." He said politely and she gave a small wave back, "Hey... Felix."

"Anyways," Bill cut in, thumb pointing at the crowd of students. “We’ll be looking for the other three, wait for us here.”

“Oh wait, let me come.” Her brother hastily said, “I- ahhhh, have to buy some chocolate frogs from the trolley lady, you know how I loooooovvveeee chocolate frogs.”

“Why can’t you just buy one later?” Asked Charlie with a raised brow who can see past through Jacob and his bullshit. 

“Cause I want one now.”

Bill looked at Jacob then at (Y/N) before his eyes landed on Felix. “Yeah, sure. She might be somewhere inside. Come on, who knows what the twins are getting themselves into. Merlin, I hope Percy is keeping an eye on them.”

Charlie hesitated but Bill put an arm around his shoulder to drag him away and Jacob only glanced at them before grabbing Charlie’s cart away, following the two who seemed to be having a hushed heated argument.

“So...” (Y/N) trailed off but Felix beat her to it. “Congratulations on finally graduating (Y/N). You proved me wrong again.”

“Thanks.

A pause.

“I-” They both said at once and they both stopped to let the other speak. When they felt like the other wasn't going to talk they did it again.

“You-”

“I’ve-”

Silence.

Then, (Y/N) let out a loud laugh and Felix couldn’t help but chuckle. This was ridiculous. Since when have they started treating each other like strangers? This needs to stop. They both thought.

“I’m sorry Felix, it’s been a rough two years, I hope you understand.”

“No, please. I-” Felix looked at her with his beautiful, shiny hickory eyes and (Y/N) felt like it was missing something. Something she was used to seeing in someone else’s eyes. 

It was the wrong color.

Coffee colored eyes with no cream or sugar, oh how it kept her wide awake.

“You don’t have to explain yourself or apologize (Y/N), I’m just glad that you’re okay and that you’re... here.”

His words went straight to her chest and it gave her butterflies. What a strange feeling. She never felt like this in a long time. She missed him.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I just went off without any warnings. It’s the least I could do.”

“Perhaps it was a bit rude but you don’t need to worry about that. I’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to make it up to me in the future.” Felix grinned and (Y/N) knew it was nothing sexual but she couldn’t help but blush.

“On your hands and knees- there, good girl. Now. Beg.”

(Y/N) stopped. She didn’t want to think of that here.

“Felix, (Y/N)! We found them, let’s go!” Yelled Jacob from the other end and she could see not one, not two, but four read-heads and it made her titter. She took a step before she felt eyes on her. It was familiar and it made the hairs on her arms rise. 

He’s here.

“(Y/N)?” Called Felix, she nodded and focused on hickory eyes.

“Yeah sorry, I’m a little out of it, just help me push this.” (Y/N) gestured on her cart and Felix nodded in understanding. “You must be exhausted. Let me.” He went next to her to push the cart, hands brushing briefly before she pulled away.

“Thanks, Felix.” He said to call but-

“You’re welcome, (Y/N).” -she doesn’t need him anymore.

“Ready?” Asked Felix and (Y/N) nodded with a smile, “Ready.” She replied. And the burning of his gaze never left her until she was no longer in sight. 

[kiefster-the-shipper]

Double Date...sorta

Felix: Thanks for inviting me to this little Slytherin D.Y.O.D, MC. Merlin knows we both need it.

MC: DYOD...?

Felix: *Smirks* Drag Your Own Date.

MC: *Chuckles* No problem, Felix. Actually I should be the one who’s thanking you here, to be honest. For coming here and agreeing to this.

Felix: Isn’t it OWLs season for you?

MC: *sighs defeatedly* Yep. And almost everyone’s getting antsy about it. She’s getting antsy about it.

Felix: How about your mental stability, MC. I’m sure the top student of their year’s not having any problems?

MC: *Glares at him*It’s driving me insane too! *sighs* But enough about it me. How about you, Felix? How are you and your *Coughs* date lately?

Felix: *Gestures to the person on his shoulders and rolls his eyes* Have you seen this buffoon? Working nonstop lately and is MY reason for insanity. Look at the bags under those eyes. This date will lessen his bags at least.

Chester: *Seething* I know where you sleep, Rosier.

Felix: *Pats Chester’s back* I know you do, Sweetheart. I sleep there too.

Felix: *Gives MC a look* See what I’m putting up here? Love of my life, sure but whenever he’s determined, it’s like trying to move a mountain.

MC: *Smiles weakly and gestures to her own* You’re not the only one. I’m putting up with this one too, dear ex prefect of mine.

Penny: *Growls* I hope for your sake that you’re not referring to me, MC.

MC: *Grins brightly* Of course not, Love! And lighten up, please? This little date won’t affect the Os that I’m sure you’ll be getting.

MC: *Mouths at Felix* She’s making me crazy lately.

Chester: *Gives Penny a look* She said that you’re making her crazy, Haywood.

Penny: ╭(°A°`)╮

MC: *Kisses Penny on the head, trying to placate her anger* Have I told you that I love you today? Because I do. And I’m so lucky to have you in my life.

Penny: *Scoffs* Nice try, Hero. But anyway, where are we heading to?

Felix and MC: Madame Puddifoot’s.

Chester and Penny: *Blanches*

MC: *Snickers* Just kidding, we’re heading to the Three Broomsticks.

Chester: *Groans*How did you get wrapped up in this situation, Haywood?

Penny: MC placed a blindfold and levitated me. Said she had a surprise. I later on realized that she took me out of the castle and unto the carriages. You?

Chester: At least MC was being sweet about it. This moron simply paralyzed me and apparated here. Sly and crafty, that’s Slytherin in a nutshell.

Penny: *Nods* Slimy snakes.

Felix: Oi, we may be slimy—

MC: And crafty but—

Felix and MC: This is for your own good.

MC: Now, shall we indulge ourselves in butterbeer and sweets?

(Based on this)

Thanks for the idea, Anon! And sorry if I hadn’t used Rowan/Tulip(Or someone else). I’m still having a large debate in my head on who to ship her with besides MC. 😅 (maybe you could help me?)

[hogwarts-mystery-scenarios-blog]

Hogwarts Mystery Scenarios

Because I thought yet another Hogwarts Mystery blog was necessary.

I will be writing scenarios based on your requests! They can include Jacob's sibling, your own original MC (by this I mean your version of Jacob's sibling), or just the other characters in the game, it's your choice.

Requests will be taken only when the description of this blog says "Requests: OPEN".

I have had other scenarios' blogs before so I'm just going to post the rules right away:

This blog is specifically SFW.

The MC will be written as gender-neutral unless asked otherwise in the requests.

There's no match-ups of headcanons in this blog (sorry).

I sincerely hope you like this blog! ♡

[juniperwindsong]

HPHM Fanfiction Masterpost

Dragonology 101 - Complete  (Felix Rosier x MC) 

Link to story on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Necessary Monsters (Felix Rosier x MC) Sequel to Dragonology 101

Link to story on A03 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Advanced Dragonology  Smutty Felix x MC drabbles and excerpts not included in my other stories. Available on A03 or Wattpad

In Love & War - Felix Rosier x Talbott Winger x Reader  Link to story on A03 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One-Shots

Happy Christmas Merula Snyde (Merula x MC in a minor way, if you squint) : Y/N Version / MC version with Felix Rosier epilogue 

Four Things Felix Rosier Remembered (Felix backstory fic with very faint Felix Rosier x Chester Davies)

A Night at the Rosier’s (Felix x Chester fic featuring MC)

Delicate  (Barnaby Lee x MC smut): Reader version / MC version

Dangerous (Tulip Karasu x MC smut): Reader version / MC Version

[aria-xue]

I should stop(WIP Dump)

I need to start drawing digitally again, oof.