#Jae x tulip

[ameliathefatcat]

Tulip and Jae have two kids, a daughter Naomi (the Japanese version of the name) a son named Min-Jun who goes by MJ

Naomi was born in 2000 and I haven’t decided when MJ was born.

[nightingale2004]

Hogwarts mystery fancast pt.3

Nymphadora Tonks

Faceclaim: Millie Bobby Brown

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Tulip Karasu

Faceclaim: Saylor Bell

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Jae Kim

Faceclaim: Sang Heon Lee

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for the rest of our lives | jung jaehyun

not every little girl dreams of being Queen one day.

pairing: prince!jung jaehyun x princess!reader (female)

genre: royalty!au, angst, fluff (but you’ll miss it if you blink).

warnings: heavy depiction of anxiety.

author’s note: for the rest of our lives was one of the fics that marked my beginning as a tumblr writer, so starting this new but familiar journey with it feels just right.

listen to: hush by everglow (you’ll see that i’ve introduced quotes (in pink) from the song in the story).

The red roses are growing. 

Spring has arrived earlier this year. The garden is splashed with pink, peach, and orange flowers that can be observed from the terrace of your room. The air is chilly, but not cruel like that of winter. It’s refreshing, it smells like a new start. Maybe that’s the reason why your mother insisted on celebrating the wedding in April. 

Standing on the terrace, you follow your father’s figure. He’s walking down the pebble path; his crown, made of gold and rubies, shines under the sun. Even from the heights, you catch the smile hidden under his big, black beard. His eyes shine even more than his crown. He’s happy, how couldn’t he? His daughter, his only child, is finally getting married. One step closer to becoming Queen.

Behind him, your mother talks to one of the maids, pointing a graceful finger towards the garden. Two men carry a table, placing it exactly where your mum has asked. She nods, ordering them to go grab the chairs. Jae, your husband-to-be, wanted an outdoor banquet, and it's hard to tell him when he gives you that charming smile. 

Your heart starts to pound faster in your ribcage. Husband-to-be. That’s a serious title. You press your palm against your chest, feeling the silky texture of your nightgown under it. You close your eyes and take a big breath in. Your life doesn’t feel yours anymore, yet, somehow, you’re living it. It’s like a dream you aren’t able to wake up from.

A light knock on your door startles you, but every worry that clouds your mind disappears the moment you hear your favorite voice coming from outside. 

“It’s open, you can come in.�� 

Jaehyun is holding a bouquet as if it were his newborn child. It consists of roses, tulips, and baby's breath: a mix of your favorite flowers. You accept it, even if you think you don’t deserve it. You force yourself to look into his eyes, ever so soft. They make you feel better. Jaehyun always makes you feel better. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning.” Your tone is playful and so is his smile. “Isn’t it too early for flowers?” 

“Any time is good to give my future wife flowers.” He leans forward to steal a kiss from you. You don’t fight it. “I’m going back home in a few minutes; I’ve got to pick up my grandma for tonight’s dinner.” 

“So, you’re abandoning me.” 

He doesn’t laugh, because you’re not joking. He has a younger brother who could bring Queen Haneul, but Jaehyun is the favorite grandchild, the one who will become King. You understand, in a way, but you wish he had said no for once. He knows how much you hate organizing big events. 

“Don’t be like that.” 

All in all, he knows you can’t stay angry at him, so his smile doesn’t disappear. Even his eyes are smiling, forming half-moons. Forget your father’s crown, Jaehyun’s smile is the shiniest thing you’ve seen today. “I'll be here in no time. You won’t even notice my absence.” 

“I take that as a promise.” 

You tiptoe to kiss him again. It’s not a little peck this time, but a proper kiss. Your lips capture his and you get lost in his arms, which hold your waist. Now, this is a dream you'd like to live in. You wish you could turn it into liquid and pour it into a bottle to take a sip whenever you need to. Here, in Jaehyun’s embrace, you feel safe, you feel happy, you feel free. Or, at least, the illusion of all of it. 

Someone clears their throat, making you break apart with a jump. Jaehyun turns around with a straight back to find your maid. She looks down, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide her rosy cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You turn to Jaehyun. “I’ll see you tonight then.” 

Jaehyun says his goodbyes, pressing his lips to avoid a laugh coming out, and the maid bows to him when he passes by. 

“I’m sorry, princess, really sorry.” She repeats, getting in the room. 

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Lami. We should’ve closed the door.” 

Lami is still young, a bit inexperienced, and clumsy. But she’s also genuine and funny. It reminds you of when you were a child. 

Lami makes your bed while you have breakfast, then walks to your closet to choose a dress for you. 

“Would you like to wear yellow today, princess?”

You like yellow, so you agree. Leaving the flowers carefully on the couch, you get up and hop into the bathroom to brush your teeth and have a shower. The yellow dress makes you feel fresh, just like the flowers Jaehyun has gifted you. You sit in front of the dresser, noticing that a sleepless night has taken its toll: the bags under your eyes are huge. 

You grab your hairbrush from the drawer. It's a gift from your late grandfather, who bought it during one of his trips. It’s made of gold and your initials are engraved on it. It’s so old that it’s all scratched, and several sows have fallen. 

“Are you excited?” Lami asks, watching you brush your hair. It’s your favorite moment of the day. The sows against your scalp relax you, and God knows you need it today. “I can’t believe the wedding's tomorrow.” 

Something inside you screams, but you remain silent. The moment has finally come. 

You're getting married tomorrow.  

Everything ends tomorrow.

“Should we move this table a bit to the left?” Your mother asks, authority disguised as a friendly request. The servants nod and move the table under your mother’s hawk gaze. “There, perfect. What do you think, sweetheart?” 

“I think it looks perfect, mother. Everything’s perfect.” 

You walk behind the Queen with arms crossed, pretending you care greatly about the position of the tables and the color of the tablecloths when, in fact, you couldn’t care less. You wish Jaehyun was here. Everything’s easier when he's by your side. 

“I can’t believe it.” Your mother claps. “It feels like yesterday when you met Jae for the first time, doesn't it?” 

The fond memory makes you smile. “I never imagined that I'd marry the boy who spilled his lemonade all over my dress, then tried to make the stain go away with water.” 

“Isn’t it crazy?” 

You can’t stand the proud look that your mother gives you. The fact that you'd be Queen one day was never a secret. A big grin appeared on your face anytime your parents brought up the subject, a grin that hid your true emotions. It was your destiny, and you had learned to accept the life that came with it. 

A life trapped inside an iridescent crystal cage, always able to look out but never allowed to leave.

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

He shows up earlier than you thought, so he’s the one in charge of welcoming the guests as you get ready. 

Jaehyun’s at the bottom of the stairs as you go down. He doesn’t notice you at first, looking away and bouncing his leg. When his eyes finally find you, the face he puts is priceless. The dress you’re wearing tonight is pale pink, a gift from Jae. You love how it fits you, but you love how Jaehyun looks at you when you wear it more: as if you were the most precious thing in his life, if not the only; as if he would fight wars for you. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He mutters once you're by his side. 

“Just tonight?” 

Two guards stand in front of the door that leads to the garden, where everything’s ready for your grand entrance. 

Jaehyun offers you his arm, and you don’t hesitate to grab it. You’re so nervous that you think your legs will fail and you’ll fall in front of everyone. As if he read your mind, he whispers so that only you can hear him. 

“I’ve got you.” 

You know he does.

Jaehyun nods at the guards and they open the doors, the clapping of the guests deafening. Both of you wave your hands at them as you make your way towards the main table, where Jaehyun moves the chair for you to sit, and then occupies the seat beside you. 

The dinner goes smoothly. Jaehyun kisses your hand at every opportunity, but you don’t complain. It makes your heart flutter, it makes you forget.

Your father stands up before dessert comes, softly hitting a glass to announce he’s about to talk. He tells a joke that makes everyone laugh before giving a speech that makes your mother cry. You blow him a kiss from your seat, mouthing that you love him. He tells you that he loves you, too. You wonder, would he still love you if you ran away?

Jaehyun rises to his feet with a hand extended in your direction, which you accept. He leads you to the center of the garden, standing in front of you. There's a bow with his hand on his chest that makes you giggle, then you're placing your hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, looking into his eyes. He grabs your waist, and the orchestra starts to play. The pair of you move around swiftly as if your movements were natural and not the result of months of training with the world's best dancer. 

“Tomorrow by this time we'll be married.”

Your jaw clenches, and your heart stops for a second. 

“I know.” You manage to answer. “It doesn't feel real.” 

“I can’t wait,” Jaehyun whispers. “I can’t wait to make you my wife and form a family. I’ll tell our kids magical stories, stories in which fairies will save princesses and monsters will become good things.” 

Only Jaehyun would make you feel like you deserve something as precious as a family with him. Does wanting to run away make you a bad person? Of course, it does. The only thing you love from this life is him, but it’s not like you can choose. It’s all or nothing, it has always been. Tears that you think he mistakes for those of happiness slide down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

“You’re like the twinkle star I imagined every day since I was five." You press your face against his chest. He allows your tears to wet his shirt. “I love you, Jaehyun. I love you more than I love myself. You believe me, right?” 

“Of course I do. And I love you, too. I'll always love you, even when I'm grey and wrinkly.” He kisses the top of your head, then hides his face away to whisper in your ear. “No matter what you decide. I promise.”

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

Your aunt tries to console your weeping mother only to fail miserably because she can’t stop laughing at her crying face. They start bickering, and you’re grateful for not being the main focus. 

You’re standing on top of a big, white stool. Fluttering around you, the maids make sure that everything’s seamless, that nothing’s out of place. The wedding dress is the perfect size, yet you feel trapped in it. You inhale, then exhale. Once, twice, three times, but it doesn’t work. The pressure against your chest doesn’t disappear. 

There’s a mirror in front of you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at your reflection. You wouldn’t recognize the person there. 

“Princess?” Lami calls. She seems to be the only one in the room who sees you, who really sees you. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, forcing a smile. “I’m just nervous.” 

Someone comes in to inform that all the guests are in the church and that the prince has arrived, too. 

It’s time. 

Lami helps you get off the stool. You hold onto her hands as if they were a lifebuoy in the middle of the sea, and you, a shipwreck. Every step you take out of the house and towards the carriage is heavy and hesitant. You get in, glancing at Lami through the window. You press the palm of your hand against the glass, eyes slowly filling up with tears.  

This is a goodbye, but not to Lami. Not to any other than yourself.

The young maid presses her hand right where yours is and nods. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

That’s the last thing you hear before the carriage starts moving.

The way to the church feels endless. The weight in your chest grows and grows, until you think you’ll stop breathing. 

You know you shouldn’t feel this way. You’re marrying the love of your life. That should be enough to ease you, shouldn’t it? The woods advance as the carriage moves. You fantasize about the idea of jumping out of the vehicle and diving into the forest, getting lost in its depths, forever. 

Your dad, dressed in uniform, helps you get out of the car when you arrive. A red carpet covers the way from the carriage to the church’s entrance. You stand at the beginning of it, holding onto your father’s arm with one hand, your white bouquet on the other. 

“You look beautiful.” He says, teary-eyed. “I’m proud of you.” 

The doors open all of a sudden. The wedding march starts to play, so you walk. Better said, your father drags you because there’s no way you feel in control of your body anymore.

The pews are full of family, friends, and strangers with their eyes fixed on you. Yours can only focus on Jaehyun. He’s wearing his uniform as well, and that smile you love so much. But there’s something wrong. Something in his face looks off. You reach the aisle, where your father hugs you and kisses your forehead. He’s crying. You rarely see your father cry. 

You stand next to Jaehyun. The priest talks but you don’t hear a thing. You can’t do this. You thought you could, but you can’t. Jaehyun holds your hand; the murmurs are instant. What a lovely bride, she’s so nervous. What a lovely groom, look how he’s comforting her. 

The memorized vows come out of your mouth easily. You glance at Jaehyun’s shaky hands before looking into his eyes, overflowing with fear. He isn’t scared of forgetting his vows, he’s scared of losing you. 

“Do you, Jaehyun, take this woman to be your wedded wife?” 

Jaehyun responds right away. “I do.” 

“Do you, Y/N, take this man to be your wedded husband?” 

The question feels like a death sentence. 

You love him, you love him so much that it breaks your heart. You want to beg him to run away with you, but he'd never do that. It would mean leaving his kingdom behind, and he loves his kingdom as much as he loves you. Forcing him to choose would be a selfish move.

But again, condemning yourself to a life that won’t make you happy would also be selfish. Leaving Jaehyun will break your heart, but you're not sure if you can die from a broken heart. Being Queen, however, will certainly kill you.

This isn’t the life you want. You’ve always known. Jaehyun has always known.

Adults want a quick answer, their voices wondering why you’re taking so much time to answer. You try to ignore them, but they’ve already made their way through your brain. You’ve already made up your mind, though, their words can’t change your mind. 

“I love you, Jae.” You grab his hands with tears in your eyes and kiss them. “Please, please, forgive me.” 

You turn around and run away. People get up, gasps ricocheting against the walls of this sacred place. There’s a scream that comes from your father's throat, and you swear he’s chasing you. Jaehyun begs him to stop. 

You look back once you reach the door, hesitating. Is this a good idea? A teary-eyed Jaehyun nods, handing you your confidence back. You open the door and make your way towards the woods. 

The dress hooks on the branches that you have to fight against to make your way through the forest, they scratch your skin. Taking off your heels and throwing them aside, you continue your race. 

You arrive at a clearing, deciding that it’s time to stop now. 

You let your hair loose and check your exposed skin, now red and bloody. 

If you are free then why are you crying? Running away is what you wanted, right? But at what price? Losing your family, losing Jaehyun, losing everything you have ever had. 

The clearing is covered in soft grass and sunlight. Birds chirp in the distance. There’s calm surrounding you but in the ocean that is your soul, you're fighting turmoil. Maybe you should’ve stayed to know how things would've worked out. Maybe Jaehyun would’ve been your rock through it all like he has been all these years.  

You can’t help but wonder. 

Now, with a small collection of wounds, is it too late to turn back?

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© epinebleue 2023

[noona-clock]

Fourever 🍀 The Power of Love

Genre: Small Town!AU, Florist!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Young K (Brian) x You

Words: 3,154

Welcome to the Show 🍀 Happy 🍀 The Power of Love 🍀 Get the Hell Out 🍀 Sad Ending 🍀 Let Me Love You 🍀 Didn't Know

Isn't it incredible? A power to erase the feeling of hopelessness Finding the way you lost and Makes you look forward to the future even more Isn't it wonderful? A power that gives you a courageous force that was not there before Makes you push out the fear and makes you run with open arms

A feeling of complete satisfaction washed over Brian as Jae left, the soft jingle of the vintage bell above the door filling the flower shop and signaling yet another happy customer.

It was Jae's fourth wedding anniversary, and since the traditional fourth-anniversary gift was flowers, Brian had sent him home with a unique yet incredibly lovely bouquet of tulips, carnations, and peonies.

"Well, I was thinking roses," Jae had said when he'd first come in. "Don't roses symbolize true love?"

Brian had almost rolled his eyes, but he'd stopped himself -- barely.

"Roses symbolize romance and passion," Brian had corrected him. "Which is totally appropriate in your situation, but... come on. Roses are -- I don't want to say cliche because that's not always bad, so I'll just say that roses are like 'Flowers for Dummies.' Flowers 101. And you want to show your beautiful, fascinating, perfect wife of four whole years that the two of you are way past that, right?"

Jae's brow had furrowed deeply, and he'd nodded. "Absolutely. So, what should I get?"

Of course, Brian had picked out the perfect flowers as soon as Jae had walked in. He'd simply been waiting to hear that question: what should I get?

"I would recommend a bouquet of peonies to symbolize beauty, carnations to symbolize fascination, and tulips to symbolize perfection."

A smirk had slowly overtaken Jae's lips. "Beautiful, fascinating, and perfect," he chuckled. "I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down, my friend."

Brian had simply raised his eyebrows before turning around and getting to work.

And now, twenty minutes later, Brian could savor that incredible feeling of helping someone express their true, intricate feelings. The complex, powerful feelings of love.

Of course, Brian didn't actually know what the complex, powerful feelings of love felt like. He'd never been in love before. But he had a pretty good imagination, pretty high emotional intelligence, and after working as a landscaper and eventually florist for years, a pretty high confidence that he knew what he was doing!

So, for the time being, he was quite content with his part in the equation: helping other people express their love.

At least, that's what he told himself, and when he was at the flower shop during the day, it was easy enough to believe it.

It's when he walked up the stairs at the back of the shop and entered his empty apartment that reality liked to kick in.

I was walking weakly And in pain every time I fall Tears that are about to trickle down Holding on to my heart For you You need the power of love Power of lovе It will be all good if it is that Like the light pushing out the darkness A feeling of bliss Oh, in the name of love Name of love I believe it will change for you You're going to get it back The smile you lost With the power of love

Brian frequently asked himself why he stayed here in this small town. What were the chances he would find true love in a place like this? But when he thought about the shop he'd so painstakingly and lovingly built up and all of his loyal customers and the quiet, gentle way of life here, he knew deep in his bones he wouldn't be happier anywhere else. Even on the nights he felt so lonely that he cried, his head told him to just keep pushing. Just keep waiting and doing what he loves, and everything will work out.

"Good morning!"

The greeting interrupted Brian's thoughts, and honestly, thank goodness. He had been going down one of his negativity tunnels, and it was only 10 in the morning! He lifted his head from his tablet screen (though he hadn't been doing the accounting he should've been -- see: negativity tunnel), a soft smile tugging at his lips when he saw you.

"Morning, Y/N," he replied, setting the tablet down on his desk and heading out of his office and up to the cash register. "What can I do for you?"

You let out a sigh as you laid your hands down on the counter. "So, here's the thing."

Brian narrowed his eyes and tilted his head curiously. "Should I be scared?"

"No!" you chuckled, shaking your head. "No. At least I hope not. I was talking to Wonpil about my lawn."

That made sense because Wonpil was your next-door neighbor. You'd just moved here about a year ago, and you'd been spending most of that time renovating the quaint home you'd inherited from your great-aunt. Apparently, you'd finished everything on the inside of the house and were now moving onto the outside.

"He mentioned that before you owned this shop, you worked for a landscaping company?" you said, your voice trailing up at the end so it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Brian let out a soft chuckle and began nodding his head slowly. "And you want me to help you redo your lawn."

"Well, not help, really!" you assured him swiftly. "I can do all the work, I just have no idea what work I need to do. Y'know? I would appreciate some guidance and knowledge from an expert."

"I don't know if I would necessarily say I'm an expert," Brian refuted.

"I beg to differ. If I wanted some nice flowers for my kitchen window, I would go to the supermarket. But if I wanted the perfect flowers for a special occasion, I would come here. And if you think that only applies to me, then you're way more obtuse than I thought."

"Hey!"

You then stuck your lower lip out into a pout and brought your hands up, clasping them underneath your chin. "Please? I just want you to help me decide what to do to make it look... unique. I'll do everything, you won't have to lift a finger!"

Brian pursed his lips at you. "First of all, I am not obtuse. Second of all..."

Even though he'd had every intention of offering to help you with the design and accept your proposal to not do any of the work, something stopped him.

He realized that he actually wanted to do the work. It had been so long since he'd worked for that landscaping company, and while he couldn't deny owning this flower shop was a dream come true, a part of him missed being out in the sun, getting dirt under his nails (and everywhere else, honestly).

"Second of all, yes, I will help you. With everything. It'll be much easier to get everything done with two people."

Your eyes widened slightly, your mouth forming a small 'O' of surprise. "Really?!"

"Why are you so surprised?" Brian asked in mock offense. "I used to do landscaping for a living. I'm no stranger to manual labor!"

"No, no, no, I'm just really grateful," you explained.

Before you left, you set up a time to meet and come up with a plan for your lawn, and Brian waved a good-bye as you walked back out through the door.

Surprisingly, your unexpected request had really lifted his spirits. He hadn't ever thought about going back to landscaping simply because he'd moved on from that time in his life, and he enjoyed owning his own business and putting a smile on his customers' faces. But thinking about doing this project with you made him smile.

And, in a weird way, it gave him hope. Hope that life wouldn't always be just the same old routine. Even if you lived in a small town and saw the same faces day in and day out, things could still change.

Nothing is impossible The power that helps you step forward Turns even the dull world, fancy To the point of spectacle You whose shoulders are weary On the verge of collapse With exhausted facial expressions For you You need the power of love Power of love It will be all good if it is that Like the light pushing out the darkness A feeling of bliss

Brian impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited for you to pick up your phone -- honestly, the three rings felt more like thirty!

"Hey," you answered with a smile in your voice.

Ignoring the small flip his stomach did, he replied, "Guess what just got delivered?"

You immediately gasped. "The hydrangeas?!"

"Bingo," Brian grinned. "And they kind of need to be planted in the next day or two, so... how do you feel about starting now? I mean, if you can."

"Now is perfect! Come over whenever," you told him. "Oh, this is so exciting!"

Unfortunately, Brian couldn't ignore yet another stomach flip at your words, and he knew he was dangerously close to admitting (at least to himself) that he was developing feelings for you.

Or maybe already had?

Since your great-aunt had lived here for many, many years -- longer than Brian, certainly -- he had met you a few times growing up. You'd spent a week or two with her during the summer almost every year up through your teens, and while the two of you hadn't exactly become friends, he had still known exactly who you were the first day you came into the flower shop after moving into your newly inherited home.

It was more than fair to say that a friendship had blossomed (pun intended) after you'd become a permanent resident in the town, but after working with you so closely on your lawn...

You were optimistic, extremely hard-working (as evidenced by the entire renovation of your aunt's house), intelligent, witty, compassionate. And now you were seemingly getting excited about flowers! What more could Brian want?!

But he stuffed all those thoughts back into the deepest drawer of his mind as he heaved the hydrangea plants into the back of his truck, even though he knew they wouldn't stay buried for long since he was on his way to see you.

He tried to distract himself from thinking about you by turning the radio up and singing along as loudly as his voice could stand.

As soon as he turned into your driveway and saw you, though, his heart jumped up into his throat. You were already outside in your work clothes, and you waved enthusiastically with your gloved hand.

Brian lifted one hand off the steering wheel briefly to wave back at you; a somewhat goofy smile had appeared on his lips without realizing it, but he quickly wiped it off once he noticed. Although, since you were still looking at him, he didn't want you to think anything was wrong, so he pretended to cough to cover it up.

...What was he doing?

Had he really just faked a cough to explain why he had suddenly stopped smiling at you?

Good grief.

When he stopped his truck, before he even turned off the engine, you dashed to the bed to look at the hydrangeas.

"Oh, they are gorgeous," you exclaimed as he turned the key and got out. After closing the door, he shuffled back to the bed, coming to stand opposite you. "So worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Brian felt a flush growing on his cheeks, so he moved away, heading to open the tailgate without acknowledging your words.

Thankfully, planting the bushes was hard enough work to divert his thoughts away from you and his feelings, but that didn't mean the two of you didn't have a good time doing it.

Brian had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed being outside and, for all intents and purposes, playing in the dirt. It seemed like you felt the same way -- in fact, you'd remarked several times during the past few weeks that all of the yard work energized you, which is exactly how he felt.

Of course, the energy only lasted so long.

A weary grunt escaped from Brian's throat as he collapsed onto the grass. The last bush had been successfully planted, and with the work done, he could let himself rest -- if only for a short while before he had to head back to the shop.

"Yard work," you sighed as you landed right beside him. "So satisfying and so exhausting."

"Exactly," Brian chuckled weakly.

"Have I said 'thank you' for all of your help?" you asked.

"Yes," Brian replied without hesitation. "Many, many, many times, and I'm pretty sure I told you last week that you don't have to thank me for anything for the next ten years."

"Right, right, I forgot about that," you sighed. "I have some lemonade in the fridge. Would you like some?"

Brian felt as if he knew you well enough by now to know this was just another way for you to say 'thank you.'

But... how could he say 'no'?

"I would love some," he replied, yet another grunt leaving his lips as he got up.

He held his hand out for you, and you readily accepted, allowing him to haul you to your feet.

That was mistake number one. When you stood, you ended up so close to Brian that he could smell your shampoo. It was truly a wonder that he could smell anything besides dirt and sweat (truly, he did not want to think about how he smelled), so he could only conclude that your shampoo was magical.

Or maybe it was just you?

Mistake number two came after you'd led him inside, poured him a glass of homemade lemonade, and offered him a bar stool to sit and enjoy his refreshment. After he plopped down, he shrugged one shoulder up to his ear and groaned as he felt how tight the muscle was.

"Here," you murmured as you moved to stand behind him. "You drink, I'll -- Is it okay if I...?"

You gently set your hands on his shoulders, and before his brain could yell at him that this was a very bad idea, he hummed and nodded.

"Great," you said as you gripped his shoulders and began to knead his muscles with your thumbs. "My dad worked in construction, so I got really good really quickly at giving shoulder massages."

Brian was about to ask more about your family, but you hadn't been joking -- you were really good at this. The firm pressure of your fingers almost instantly relaxed his shoulders, and all coherent thoughts left his brain.

Actually, he still had one coherent thought. The image of you massaging his shoulders at the end of a long day while he had dinner cooking in the oven. The feeling of your lips on his neck as you pressed kisses to his skin while you worked out the knots. Then the two of you would sit at the table to eat, talking about your days and playing footsie like two lovestruck teenagers. After dinner, Brian would return the favor and massage your shoulders as you did the dishes. And, finally, after a relaxing night of watching TV or playing a game or simply talking, the two of you would get ready for bed and have a wonderful night's sleep next to each other.

In other words, the one coherent thought in his brain at the moment was: Bliss.

It's called love Feel the power Don't hesitate Don't doubt it Don't you worry, try it now You need the power of love Power of love It will be all good if it is that Like the light pushing out the darkness A feeling of bliss Oh, in the name of love Name of love I believe it will change for you You're going to get it back The smile you lost With the power of love

Brian felt like an idiot.

A scared, bumbling fool, even.

He'd had the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, and he'd totally blown it.

After your shoulder massage, and after the two of you had sufficiently caught your breath, you had gone outside to admire the finished product. The hydrangeas had been the final piece of your new landscape puzzle, so once those had been planted, that had been it!

You had commented that everything looked absolutely perfect, and even though Brian had told you that you hadn't needed to thank him again, you had -- just once more. You'd told him that working with him had been an absolute pleasure, and hopefully, you could consider him a friend?

See what I mean about 'the perfect opportunity'? He should've said 'Actually, I don't know if I want to be just friends.'

But no!

He had simply agreed with you, said goodbye, and left!

He sighed deeply and shook his head just thinking about it.

The jingle of the bell above the door broke into his belittling thoughts, and he stopped cutting the stems of some freshly arrived daisies to look up and greet whoever --

Oh.

It was you.

"Hey," you said, a smile tugging at your lips. And if Brian didn't know any better, he'd think it was actually a shy smile.

"Y/N, hey," he replied. "What can I do for you?"

You sidled up to him, reaching out and gingerly touching one of the daisy petals. "Did I ever tell you that daisies are my favorite flower?"

Brian's brow immediately furrowed. "No, I don't think you did. Why didn't you want to plant any in your yard?"

"I love hydrangeas, too," you explained. "And I wanted to -- this is going to sound silly -- I wanted to keep daisies special. It's like how you might have a favorite kind of chocolate, but you only buy it for yourself on your birthday because if you eat it every day, it might not be your favorite anymore."

"That's not silly at all," Brian assured you, shaking his head. "I think it makes sense."

You looked quite pleased that Brian understood what you meant, but then you quickly shook your head. "Sorry, that was so not what I came in here for."

Brian chuckled softly, taking a daisy out of the pail and handing it to you wordlessly. "Then what did you come in here for?"

You took the flower as a soft tinge of pink bloomed (pun intended) on your cheeks. "I... thank you, by the way. For the flower. Just now. But, I -- um -- well, you see, I -- There's the county fair coming up, you know, and I was wondering..."

A wide grin forced its way onto Brian's lips, and when you trailed off, he said, "You were wondering if... we could go? Together?"

You let out a very short exhale and then nodded. "Yes. That's exactly what I was wondering."

Okay, here was his chance. He had completely fumbled it last time, so now he had to make up for it.

"Well, that depends," he answered.

You frowned at him. "Depends on what?"

"It depends on whether or not it's going to be a date. Are you asking me just as a friend? Or... more than?"

He took a step closer to you, hoping that his facial expression (a soft smirk and sparkling eyes) and body language (leaning toward you, hands at the ready to reach out and take yours) made it more than clear what he wanted your answer to be.

Thankfully, you took a step closer to him, too, and the smell of your shampoo wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

"More than," you confirmed, your voice quiet but confident.

"Okay, just one second," he murmured. Hastily, he darted over to a corner of the shop, grabbed the perfect flower, and made his way back to you.

"Oh, a lilac," you grinned as he handed the flower to you. You bundled it with your daisy, bringing both up to your nose to savor the beautiful scents.

"I would love to go to the fair with you," Brian said.

And he wasn't sure if he'd ever felt more... well, just more. Not only was he experiencing these romantic feelings for the first time, but they were everything he'd ever hoped for and more. Plus, he'd even been able to express his emotions with the perfect flower.

The purple lilac symbolizes new love, after all.

[eventuallyaugust]

try again masterlist smau

pairing/s: florist! kim minju x high school teacher! gp! oc

summary: when batch '16 decides to hold a high school reunion, minju decides it was a good idea to tag along with her friends to attend the event, but a good decision before is a bad decision now if it means encountering her old high school sweetheart and first love, ahn hyunjae.

"you still like tulips?"

"yes, what about you? do you still love marigolds?"

"yeah, i still love them (the same way i still love you)."

tags... crack, fluff; angst; hurt; no beta we die like men; second chance romances; exes-to-friends-to-lovers; non-idol au, old high school sweethearts meeting again, straight-a troublemaker x straight-a good student, adult au, wlw

warning/s... angst; suggestive/smut themes; dark jokes; strong language, bullying (affectionately); multiple mentions of alcohol and its consumption; violence mentioned; idk anymore, i'll add more if i notice something;

posting schedule.... whenever a sense of motivation hits

featuring... izone, some nmixx members (mostly haewon & bae), some ateez members (mostly wooyoung & seonghwa), and many more idols that are either mentioned or appeared in some chapters.

status... will rewrite

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profiles. spawns of satan, the chaos within, the flowers in the meadow

chapters (number of chapters & some titles still unidentified)

⭐ - fav chap

[0] the collapse

[1] the gfs are worried

[2] backstreet's back alright

[3] curious minju pt.1

[4] our divorced parents ⭐

[5] what if?? ⭐

[6] stranger danger ⭐

[7] 1st day

[8] new girl?

[9] active era ⭐

[10] yes, better than u

[11] pink tulips (written) ⭐

[12] uh-oh??

[13] hide-and-seek ⭐

[14]

[15]

[16]

[17]

[18]

[19]

[20]

... many more

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taglist (open!): @awkwardtoafault , @kimsgayness , @dream-chasers-things

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a/n: jae can be interpreted as the reader or whole other person. it was supposed to be y/n, not jae but i find it hard to imagine if i pair minju to someone i can't imagine, so that's where jae is born.

disclaimer all images and pictures used in this story are not all mine. they belong to their rightful owners and i therefore give credits to their edits. i DO NOT CONDONE or ENCOURAGE the violence mentioned here.

@ eventuallyaugust 2023 | navi

[carewyncromwell]

 “It's time to stand up -- stand up! Show me what you're made of! Hands up, hands up! Fight the fear...fight the fear! Rise up from the ground -- Gonna make you a believer!”

~”The Fear” by the Score

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a sincere thank you to @catohphm​, @jackies-ear69​, @hphm-jeniferltheman​, and @ariparri​ for brainstorming about MC’s friends’ boggarts with me!

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The year she took on the task of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, Patricia Rakepick soon became many students’ favorite professor. Scholarly sorts like Rowan Khanna appreciated her extensive knowledge of the subject, while more avant-garde sorts like Jae Kim and Nymphadora Tonks liked her dry sense of humor. This didn’t even touch aspiring Cursebreakers Bill Weasley and Merula Snyde, both of whom Rakepick had a pointed interest in and greatly esteemed Rakepick for her skills.

There were students who didn’t take to Rakepick as well as others, though. Ben Copper could never completely relax around Rakepick, thanks in large part to how critically her eye always seemed to fall on him. Even serial rulebreaker Tulip Karasu got bad vibes from Rakepick, suspecting ulterior motives to the professor’s seemingly more kindly actions. 

And of course there was the last student Rakepick had taken a targeted liking to, and arguably the strongest liking at that -- Hogwarts’ infamous Cursebreaker, Carewyn Cromwell.

Carewyn had distrusted Rakepick from the moment she first arrived at Hogwarts the previous year to supposedly help deal with the Cursed Vaults, and Carewyn’s opinion hadn’t softened toward Gringotts’s Head Cursebreaker anymore now that she was a professor. Even when Rakepick ended up saving Carewyn from an Imperiused Ben the previous school year, it only served to make Carewyn all the more wary of Rakepick’s intentions. After all, Carewyn couldn’t help but think, how was it that Rakepick caught up with her and Ben so fast, that night? Had she been keeping tabs on her? However concerned Rakepick had seemed for Carewyn, the Cursebreaker still left her, Bill, Charlie, Hagrid, and Torvus to deal with the Forest Vault, rather than going with them or dealing with it herself. Even now that Rakepick was a professor, she kept trying to get Carewyn, Bill, and Merula to work “with her” (read: under her leadership) to reach the next Cursed Vault. Admittedly Carewyn planned on searching for the next Vault and rescuing Jacob with or without help...but she couldn’t help but agree with Tulip that Rakepick clearly had her own motives. The Head Cursebreaker had even said herself that she intended to find the Cursed Vaults and “reveal their secrets” -- therefore Rakepick was mainly interested in retrieving the Vaults’ so-called “treasure”...something Carewyn didn’t give a damn about, in the face of finding and saving her brother.

Carewyn’s distrust of her didn’t seem to bother Rakepick in the slightest, though. If anything, the professor only seemed to expect more from Carewyn and single her out in class more because of it. 

Once Rakepick quizzed the entire class on protective wards, only to insist that Carewyn tell her the difference between Protego Diabolica and Protego Horribilis. (Carewyn correctly explained that the first was a Dark curse intended to kill any enemies who tried to cross the boundary, while the second was a strong form of the Shield Charm specifically intended to protect against Dark curses, and Rakepick awarded Slytherin ten points before moving on.) 

Another time, when Rakepick brought an entire swarm of pixies for the fifth-year class to defend themselves against, the professor insisted that Carewyn use a spell other than Immobulus, the spell they’d been actively studying, to stop them -- apparently Rakepick knew Carewyn had gotten help with the spell from her ex-Prefect, Felix Rosier, in the past and she thought that the assignment would be too easy for her on its own. (Carewyn responded to the challenge by using Impedimenta to slow down each pixie enough that she could levitate them one by one back into their cage with a Locomotion Charm before closing it -- a solution that brought a satisfied smirk to Rakepick’s face.)

It was therefore no surprise in late October when Rakepick decided to give her fifth-years a proper review on boggarts, the Cursebreaker-turned-professor had Carewyn come up to the front of the class first to deal with the creature.

Carewyn was a bit startled despite herself.

Rakepick’s lips turned up in a smirk.

Carewyn frowned deeply at Rakepick.

“Of course not,” she said with a faint huff. 

She glanced over her shoulder at the rest of her class with a grimmer look, her jaw setting as she rose to her feet.

“...I should let you know, though,” she spoke very clearly despite her eyes being averted and her voice being low, “my boggart is You-Know-Who.”

A few of her classmates exchanged glances. Rakepick’s eyebrows raised.

“That is not an uncommon fear, Miss Cromwell,” said the professor.

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed a bit without looking up.

“I know,” she said curtly. Her gaze lingered on the desk she’d been sharing with Badeea. “That’s why I want to make sure everyone knows it -- I don’t want to scare them.”

Rakepick’s confident look seemed to darken, becoming a bit grimmer as well. “You won’t have to, Miss Cromwell. The boggart will do a good enough job of that -- your classmates may as well just accept it.”

Carewyn looked up at last, her eyes narrowing a bit more, as Rakepick indicated the box to the side of her desk with a clipped nod.

“You may begin when ready. Though I’d advise you not to keep me waiting -- I only have so much time allotted to me for this lesson.”

Carewyn pursed her lips. Walking purposefully around her and Badeea’s desk, she shot a glance back behind her. Her eyes glided over Rowan, Ben and Charlie quickly before finding Talbott; when Carewyn made eye contact with him, the Ravenclaw straightened up a bit, his hawk-like eyes narrowing a bit upon her face as he nodded.

I’m okay, his look seemed to tell her.

Carewyn inhaled quietly through her nose, giving him a very short nod in return, before she faced the wardrobe, her wand held high.

“...Alohomora.”

With a shriek of the hinges, the box’s lid was thrown open, and a huge, black mass erupted out of it. The huge black cloak was accompanied by skull-white, spider-like hands and the face of a monstrous man -- one tall and pale with heartless red slits for eyes.

A couple of people in the class inhaled sharply despite themselves, seeing the Dark Lord Voldemort standing before their classmate. Rakepick, however, spoke to them with dry reassurance.

“Don’t you, Miss Cromwell?”

Carewyn kept her focus solely on her boggart rather than respond. Raising her wand, she pointed it right at her target and bellowed,

“Riddikulus!”

CRACK.

In an instant, Voldemort was seated at a full dining table of Mrs. Weasley’s home cooking with a red and white checkered napkin comically tied around his neck, looking completely bewildered.

Charlie laughed loudly, but louder still was Barnaby, who actually got up from his seat.

“It’s just like I said!” he said excitedly through his laughter. “It must be impossible for You-Know-Who to enjoy any good food without a nose!”

Others started to laugh too -- even Talbott had to chuckle. Carewyn bit her lip as she grinned in amusement too.

“Quite good, Miss Cromwell,” said Rakepick, very pleased. “All right, now, class, prepare yourselves -- when I call you up, you shall come forth and face your boggart. When you see your fear, think up a way to turn it into something humorous -- then cast Riddikulus to defeat it. Ready now...Mr. Lee!”

Barnaby eagerly scampered around the desk, raising his wand. 

“I’m ready for this!” he told Carewyn brightly. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since we went into the Fear Vault...”

Boggart Voldemort shifted his gaze over to Barnaby, his red eyes flashing --

CRACK.

The boggart had become a clown -- a rather menacing, fanged, Voldemort-looking clown, but still a clown.

“Riddikulus!” said Barnaby.

CRACK.

A bucket of water appeared over the demonic clown’s head, before turning over and splashing all over it -- it sputtered in confusion as all of its face paint was washed off and its curly red hair lay like flat curtains around its face.

Barnaby gave a fist pump. “Yes!”

“Good job, Barnaby,” Carewyn said, beaming proudly.

“Miss Tonks!” said Rakepick.

Tonks darted forward just as eagerly. The sopping wet clown shifted his gaze over to her -- then, with another CRACK, it had become herself, only with mousy brown hair and eyes, colorless, friendless, and insecure -- 

Tonks, without her Metamorphagus abilities.

“Riddikulus!” laughed Tonks.

CRACK.

Boggart Tonks had shifted into Tulip, holding up a bottle of hair dye potion and laughing as loudly as Tonks herself. The real Tulip was also laughing from her own desk.

“Disguising yourself as someone and wigging them out -- that is a good idea for a prank, Tonks!” Tulip called out with a wicked grin.

“Mr. Winger!”

Talbott leapt up onto his feet, sweeping across the room with the grace of a bird coming in for a landing.

CRACK.

Boggart Tulip had transformed into a black-hooded figure holding a wand alight with acid green, the Dark Mark glowing in the sky over his head -- a Death Eater set to kill him like they had his parents --

“Riddikulus!” Talbott spat out with venom.

CRACK.

The Death Eater’s cloak seemed to expand into strips of fabric that lashed around it in strips, wrapping the frantically wriggling figure up tightly like a mummy.

“See, Andre?” said Talbott with a cool smirk over his shoulder. “I told you long cloaks only get in your way.”

Andre crossed his arms, his face appearing rather sassy. “A stylish person knows how to wear a cloak properly...and also doesn’t consider wearing American-style cowboy hats unironically in public -- ”

“Mr. Weasley!” Rakepick cut off the two Ravenclaws’ debate at the legs.

Charlie hopped nimbly right over his desk and zipped up to the front.

CRACK.

The boggart had become a very official-looking desk piled high with paperwork stamped with the purple seal of the Ministry of Magic.

“Being stuck working in an office for the rest of my life,” Charlie explained helpfully to Carewyn, and he gave a shudder. “Still reckon Mum wants me to go that way, like Dad did...”

Carewyn offered him a sympathetic smile. “You’ll never belong in an office, Charlie.”

Charlie grinned as he faced the boggart. “Yeah -- I guess it is pretty ‘Riddikulus!’”

CRACK.

The desk chair was suddenly filled by Charlie’s brother Percy, who’d organized all of the paperwork perfectly -- only for his younger twin brothers Fred and George to barrel on through on their brooms and send the tall stacks of papers flying.

“Miss Haywood!”

Penny, as devil-may-care as she usually was, hesitated just a bit before running up to the front. Her face hardened with focus and determination, even as her wand hand trembled.

CRACK.

The boggart had transformed into a hulking, furry werewolf, its fangs dripping with blood as it growled ferociously.

Carewyn shot a quick look over at Chiara. Her face had gone very white as she shrank back in her seat.

“RIDDIKULUS!” Penny shouted as loudly as she could, even as her voice cracked.

CRACK. The werewolf became a giant stuffed toy, which flopped down to the floor face-first.

“Mr. Caplan!”

Diego had been ready a good five minutes ago -- he slid right in front of Penny with the grace of a dancer, his wand raised.

CRACK. The boggart became a wrinkled, hunched-over old woman in ragged clothes with a face shaped like Diego’s. She clearly wasn’t human, though -- she smelled horribly, like rotten eggs and petrol, she grunted and groaned like a zombie, and her eyes bulged unnaturally out of their sockets.

“That’s La Tunda!” said Rowan. “Tundas are shapeshifting creatures that make themselves look like your loved ones in order to lure you in, trap you, and then drain you of your blood.”

“Take five points to Slytherin for anticipating one of my future lessons, Miss Khanna,” Rakepick said very lightly.

Diego’s hand clenched that little bit more tightly around his wand, murmuring something very quietly under his breath before pointing his wand at the boggart.

“Riddikulus!”

CRACK.

In an instant, a flock of monarch butterflies flew out of Diego’s wand, attacking the Tunda and knocking it backward off their feet. The rest of the class laughed, though Diego gave a slightly weaker laugh himself.

“Sorry, Abuela,” he said sheepishly. “I don’t like the butterflies anymore than you do...”

“Miss Murk!” said Rakepick.

CRACK. The boggart became four people, all of whom looked very clean-cut and uptight -- the youngest of them, a girl who looked identical to the older sister standing beside her -- had Ismelda’s face.

“Riddikulus!” Ismelda cried, her mouth spread into an almost manic smirk.

CRACK. The four people were all splashed with mud, and the other three members of the family ran off in disgust and humiliation as Boggart Ismelda splashed happily in the mud puddle by herself.

“Mr. Kim!”

CRACK. The boggart became a cold, empty house with no furniture and barren cabinets with no blankets, clothes, or food.

“Riddikulus!” shouted Jae.

CRACK. The house fell apart like a movie set, revealing a bunch of TV crew shouting at each other in Korean about the poor craftsmanship.

“Miss Lobosca!”

CRACK. The boggart became a rather pretty girl with curly brown hair, curled up in a ball in the corner and her wide, terrified eyes streaming with tears.

“Get off of me!” she screamed. “Get away from me -- !”

Selina, Carewyn realized in horror.

Chiara’s face had lost all of its color, but she faced Boggart Selina with a very strained, strangely gentle expression.

“Riddikulus,” she whispered.

CRACK. Selina became Tonks, doubled over in fits of laughter from a Tickling Charm.

“All right!” she choked through her laughter. “All right, you win -- you’re better at the Tickling Charm than I am!”

The real Tonks laughed too. “Oh come on, Chiara -- no need to rub it in!”

Chiara gave both Boggart Tonks and the real Tonks a very small smile before looking up at Carewyn. Seeing the concern in her friend’s face, Chiara gave her her best reassuring smile.

“Are you -- ?” started Carewyn, but before she could finish, Rakepick had already called up that one Gryffindor boy who was terrible at Wingardium Leviosa to take his turn.

CRACK. A laughing crowd of students became a surprise birthday party.

CRACK. A mirror reflection turning invisible became an incomplete portrait being painted by an admirer.

CRACK. A demonic-looking Merula Snyde was suddenly decked out in bright pink and ribbons, crowing about loving lollypops and unicorns. (This one in particular prompted Merula to take out her wand and threaten to hex both Tulip and Carewyn in the face for how hard they were laughing.)

“Miss Khanna!” barked Rakepick, so as to put a stop to the escalating fight.

Rowan dutifully came up to the front of the room, her shoulders locked beside her head and her wand held high with determination.

CRACK.

Whatever Rowan or anyone else had been expecting, it wasn’t what the boggart became. Instead, it transformed into the spitting image of Carewyn.

The class looked from the fake Carewyn to the real one, incredibly taken back. Rowan faltered.

“Carewyn?” she said.

Boggart Carewyn, however, didn’t answer. Instead she merely turned on her heel and started to walk away.

“Carewyn!” said Rowan.

Forgetting herself, she reached out as if to grab Boggart Carewyn’s shoulder, only for her hand to get knocked out of the way. A fake Charlie Weasley had appeared out of nowhere wrapped his arm around Boggart Carewyn’s shoulder and was steering her away.

“Come on, Carey -- let’s go play Quidditch!”

Rowan flinched. Out of nowhere also appeared a fake Bill, wrapping his other arm around Carewyn and continuing to steer her away.

“Now, Charlie, don’t forget, Carey and I still have to deal with the Vaults -- ”

“Hey, Cursebreaker!” a fake Andre’s voice called out in the distance. “Still up for a midnight broom ride tonight?”

“Carewyn!” called another voice in the distance that almost sounded like Barnaby’s. “Carewyn, you just gotta see this new Mooncalf at the Magical Creature Preserve -- ”

“Carewyn, I just finished listening to the CD you sent me over break -- ” said a voice vaguely like Chiara’s. 

“I don’t suppose you have any time to give this a read, Carewyn?” said a voice like Talbott’s.

Soon the voices were all piling up on each other. One kind of like Liz’s -- one kind of like Tonks’s -- kind of like Orion Amari’s -- one like Rosmerta’s, and Hagrid’s, and Rakepick’s --

Rowan’s dark eyes had become very wide behind her glasses. She’d gone very quiet and her wand hand had fallen slack at her side. Carewyn looked from the boggart to Rowan, her concern giving way to alarm, as she dashed forward -- Rakepick, however, stopped her, sweeping in front of Rowan first.

“Step back and collect yourself, Miss Khanna,” she said brusquely. “I don’t need Miss Cromwell throwing herself in front of you to protect you.”

Rowan blinked rapidly, awareness and then shame flooding her face, as Rakepick tossed her hair to look over her shoulder.

“Mr. Copper!” the professor said sharply. “You next!”

Ben looked as if he wanted nothing less than to leave his desk. Still, knowing he had no choice, he swallowed back the lump in his throat and -- raising his wand -- stumbled forward.

Boggart Carewyn -- still flanked by the fake Charlie and Bill -- turned to look over her shoulder at Ben, her blue eyes oddly blank and penetrating. Then, in a moment, the shapes all seemed to contort together, morphing and twisting --

CRACK.

The boggart disappeared completely. The entire class stiffened, staring at the spot where the creature had been. The silence dragged. Then, suddenly...

Attack.

A voice filled the room. It was a cold male voice that dripped through everyone’s ears with the softness of silk and the frigidness of icy water -- a voice that made Ben crumple in on himself like a piece of paper.

“No,” he whispered.

Attack. Again. Attack.

“No -- no, no -- ”

The boggart Carewyn had reappeared -- but this time, she wasn’t the least bit nonchalant. This time she was crumpled up on the ground, her eyes very wide as spells from nowhere rained down on her, cutting at her face and clothes and blasting her wand out of her hand.

The real Carewyn moved forward. “Ben -- !”

Once again, though, Rakepick stopped her, this time by actually taking hold of her arm.

“You can’t save your friends from their own demons, Miss Cromwell,” she said very lowly.

Do it, said the voice filling the room. Finish her. Kill h --

“DEPULSO!” Ben screamed.

BAM.

The boggart Carewyn was blasted backwards. It seemed to flicker, for an instant becoming Merula, and then the clown, and then the werewolf, before hitting the wall. Ben, however, had not lowered his wand -- his brown eyes were wide with terror as he pointed it at the boggart again.

“STUPEFY!”

The stunning spell knocked the boggart right back into the open trunk with so much force that it lost consciousness. Then Ben pointed his wand at the trunk and cast “Colloportus!” to lock it. 

Breathing hard, Ben looked up at Rakepick, who was frowning deeply as she released Carewyn, crossing her arms. 

“I don’t believe I said anything about locking that boggart back in its cabinet, Mr. Copper,” said the professor very coldly.

Ben bowed his head in shame.

“...No, professor,” he said very quietly.

“And yet you did it,” Rakepick challenged him.

Ben swallowed. “I...didn’t know how to make the Imperius Curse funny, professor.”

Rakepick’s eyes narrowed as her eyebrows rose. “Your lack of creativity doesn’t excuse not following the assignment.”

Carewyn was outraged.

“Ben used quite a bit of creativity,” she defended her friend fiercely. “He knew he couldn’t defeat his boggart with laughter like the others did, but he still came up a way to defend himself and everyone else from it. If that isn’t ‘Defense Against the Dark Arts,’ I don’t know what is.”

“If you truly knew all that Defense Against the Dark Arts encompasses, then you would not be a student sitting in my classroom, Miss Cromwell,” Rakepick reminded her very coolly. “Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Copper, for putting an end to our lesson early by stunning and re-trapping our boggart without direction. Mr. Copper and Miss Khanna, you shall face your boggarts again next week with Messrs. Hayden and Egwu and Misses Ali, Tuttle, and Snyde -- and in that class, I expect a proper demonstration of Riddikulus.”

Merula shot a scornful look over at Ben as he sat back down next to Charlie, who patted his shoulder reassuringly. Rowan slunk back down into her seat too, her head bowed in shame. 

“...Yes, ma’am.”

Carewyn looked from Ben to Rowan, her blue eyes rippling with pain. Then, shooting a venomous look at Rakepick, she -- rather than returning to her seat next to Badeea at the front of the class -- switched seats so as to sit down next to Rowan in the second row.

Rowan looked up at Carewyn, startled. The red-haired Prefect didn’t look at her, instead keeping her hard gaze up on Rakepick at the front of the classroom, but she lightly pressed her shoulder up against her friend’s.

That boggart isn’t true, Carewyn prayed Rowan would understand. I won’t leave you -- please don’t believe that...

Rowan, however, couldn’t meet Carewyn’s eye. Instead she shifted away and started to quickly pack her books into her bag.

Carewyn’s heart clenched.

“Rowan -- ”

“Miss Cromwell,” said Rakepick curtly. “A quick word, after class.”

Carewyn looked up from the desk to glare at Rakepick. Then, glancing at Rowan reluctantly, she rose from her seat and approached Rakepick in front of her desk. 

Once the rest of the class had filed out, Rakepick spoke again.

“I’m sure you think I was quite unfair to your friends just now,” she said seriously. “Undoubtedly because you yourself probably feel some trace of responsibility, for the forms their boggarts took in the first place.”

Carewyn’s eyes flashed, but she tried not to let the pain show on her face. She did not want Rakepick to have any inkling of just how spot-on her guess was.

“But you will not always be able to protect them from harm, Miss Cromwell,” said Rakepick. “On the contrary -- it is likely you will be forced by circumstance to solely focus on your own survival. Ben Copper’s attack of you this last spring is more than enough proof of that.”

“And yet you still act like Ben was a villain in that whole affair,” Carewyn challenged her. “Even after seeing visible proof that his greatest fear was being controlled by the Imperius Curse, like when he attacked me, you still take pot shots at him.”

“I’m not the only one in your circle who harbors doubts about Mr. Copper’s story,” Rakepick said very quietly. “Just as I’m certain you’re not the only person in my class that harbors doubts about me.”

Justifiably so, Carewyn thought resentfully, and her eyes narrowed.

“However much you may doubt my intentions, Miss Cromwell,” said Rakepick, “I am here to instruct you and your class in how best to defend yourselves. And however much potential you possess, both as a leader and a protector, I do not want you sacrificing yourself for people incapable of doing the same. You deserve allies strong enough to protect you just as much as you protect them -- ”

“I don’t want my friends to sacrifice themselves for me, Rakepick,” Carewyn snapped. “And I will not have you advise me on which people deserve my loyalty -- only I have the right to do that.”

Carewyn turned on her heel and prepared to leave. Rakepick didn’t stop her, but once Carewyn reached the door, the professor made the Prefect pause when she spoke again.

“I know you intend to go to Knockturn Alley. Mr. Kim is an admirable choice of back-up -- but if you intend to get there, you’ll need a fireplace connected to the Floo Network: something not easy to find, inside the castle walls. Meet me outside Dumbledore’s office on Monday, and I can get you inside.”

Carewyn cocked her eyebrow suspiciously. “And get both Jae and me caught on our way back to Dumbledore’s office and be banned from Hogsmeade for the rest of our school careers? No, thank you.”

“I have no interest in you being hindered from finding the Cursed Vaults, Miss Cromwell,” Rakepick said lightly. “Nor do I have any interest in Mr. Kim being prevented from moving as he pleases -- he does Gryffindor house proud, and as I said, his knowledge of Knockturn Alley makes him useful.”

Rakepick’s Niffler, Sickleworth, scampered up her arm to curl up on her shoulder. Rakepick scratched under his neck idly.

“My interest is in you succeeding in your undertaking, Miss Cromwell,” she said levelly. “Your success will bring both of us closer to the Cursed Vaults -- so it’s only right that I ensure that outcome by giving you the means to succeed.”

Carewyn crossed her arms, the suspicion not shifting from her face. Then, after a long moment, she said,

“...Fine. Jae and I will meet you outside Dumbledore’s office on Monday. But we have our own way back into school -- so don’t bother tipping Filch off to when a pair of shady-looking students might be popping up back through Dumbledore’s fireplace.”

Rakepick smiled wryly as Carewyn left the room, closing the door with a sharp snap behind her.

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1960s-2010s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1870s & 1950s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 18

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 12

Number or OCs Open for Friendships: 16

Number of OCs Open for Love Interests: 1

Eras: HPHM, Golden, HPMA, Next Gen

𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈

Huck Fitzgerald

b. november 28, 1972 | saggitarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | entp | enneagram type 6w7

in a different universe than the ruth & the o’donnells

a little more removed from the drama of ‘R’ and the cursed vaults

an orphan and raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of 5

traveled quite extensively with his aunt and uncle who are both in fields related to archeology and therefore knows how to hold a very basic conversation in a few different languages

more of a cat person than a dog person

makes friends easily, although most aren’t close friends

healer to stay-at-home dad to ancient studies professor at hogwarts

Love Interest:

Dorm: Huck | Rohan Khanna | Diego Caplan | Reid Van de Lune (kc-and-co) | Marty Raymond (@hogwartsmysteryho)

Open for: Friendships

Ruth Lyman

b. july 17, 1973 | cancer

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | jewish | infj | enneagram type 8w9

not involved very much in the cursed vaults, she works more as a background character like levi kidd

raised by her father and her grandmother in a bakery in dublin, ireland

a quieter soul who spends time alone but enjoys being with other people

a literature nerd

works as a tutor for the younger students while at hogwarts and for a few years between the end of hogwarts and the start of the wizarding world

a children’s book author and later, the charms professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Conor O’Donnell

Dorm: Ruth | Badeea Ali | Tulip Karasu | Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) | Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted)

Open for: Friendships

Ryan O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | esfp | enneagram type 8w7

the firstborn quadruplet, although the second born child

chaotic disaster quad

most involved in the cursed vaults mystery

“i hate mysteries, they need to be solved” vibes

the rolling stones over the beatles any day

impulsive and kind and someone that you can count on

puts on a front that he’s always brave and has everything together

has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble

plays chaser on the gryffindor team and has a friendly rivalry with his sister, cara

cursebreaker

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Dorm: Ryan | Ash Khanna | Ben Copper | Jae Kim | Charlie Weasley

Open for: Friendships

Cara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | enfp | enneagram type 8

the second born quadruplet and the third of five siblings

disaster bi quad

chaotic and messy, but she’s still put together

enjoys quidditch and skateboarding, but no other sports

plays chaser on the slytherin quidditch team and has a friendly rivalry with her brother, ryan

artist who eventually becomes an illustrator

Love Interest: Rowan Khanna

Dorm: Cara | Ismelda Murk | Merula Synde | Liz Tuttle | Semele Thorne (endlessly-cursed)

Open for: Friendships

Sara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | esfj | enneagram type 2

third born quadruplet and the fourth of five siblings

soft sweetheart quad

has a tendency to put others’ problems and needs ahead of her own

always willing to lend a hand, especially to her friends

would say that tonks is her best friend

worked in the hospital wing in her sixth and seventh years

was named prefect in her fifth year

not the most invested in the vaults, but she’s going to help out her siblings

healer

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Dorm: Sara | Nymphadora Tonks | Penny Haywood | Rowan Khanna | Chiara Lobosca

Open for: Friendships

Conor O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | istp | enneagram type 5

youngest quadruplet and child

least involved in the cursed vaults mystery and is fully done by his sixth year

honestly, he’s usually just here because of his siblings

keeps to himself and hard to get to know

stutters and because of this, he doesn’t speak much and deals with feelings of fear, shame, and aniexty

also swears like a sailor and has no shame about it

plays seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team

really good at nonverbal magic

architect

Love Interest: Ruth Lyman

Dorm: Conor | Talbott Winger | Andre Egwu | Victor Ketsueki | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚂

Camila Valdez

b. september 19, 1979 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | spanish | irish | american | cuban | intj | enneagram type 5w6

second of five children

attended hogwarts in the same years as harry & co.

silently beefs with draco malfoy because she thinks he’s an insufferable jerk

named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh (much to her immense surprise)

becomes the astronomy professor in 2004, at the age of 24

is helping to raise her two youngest siblings, amada and joaquin who were both born in 2000

she’s a fair professor, willing to give out second chances to those who earn it

Love Interest:

Dorm: Camila | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, colleagues, 4 dormmates

Nicholas Wraxall

b. february 2, 1989 | aquarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | american | australian | mbti | enneagram type 1

hogwarts professor (still not sure what exactly he teaches, what subjects don’t have ocs?) and head of hufflepuff

orphaned at the age of 12 and then adopted by an eccentric and wealthy pureblood wizard

gained a reputation for being the weird american kid during his time at hogwarts

played seeker while at hogwarts

worked as an auror for a few years before becoming a professor

became a professor by accident

his reputation as a professor is the hot professor that half the hogwarts student body has a crush on

totally oblivious to student crushes

either teaches muggle studies or flying

Love Interest: Frances Fersen (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Nicholas | Harker Hartford (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳

Finn MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 4w3

eldest of four boys with an identical twin brother

an avid photographer who is rarely seen without his camera

plays chaser while at hogwarts

someone who is good during a crisis, but terrible at handling the aftermath

kind and trustworthy but private and introverted

takes the big brother role pretty seriously, but not always the strongest with it

becomes a professional photographer and works for the daily prophet for about a decade before moving to free lance work

Love Interest: Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Dorm: Finn | Efesto Vecellio (@nicos-oc-hell) | Duncan Ludwig (@usernoneexistent) | Jimmy Crouch (@potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships

Nate MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 2w1

second of four children with an identical twin brother

soft, sweet, kind, sunshiny, big heart

massive history nerd and one of the few students who have never fallen asleep while binns is teaching

nate’s a great friend, but he doesn’t open up very much

usually wears his heart on his sleeve

often puts others ahead of himself

a bit of a people pleaser

archivist then historian and finally, history of magic professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Nate | Quincey Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Conner Everett (@amerrymystery) | Zephyr Mercury (@slytherindisaster)

Open for: Friendships

Jack Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

slytherin | muggleborn | irish | english | estp | enneagram type 7

reckless af and a bit of a trouble magnet

dyslexic

not a fan of quidditch, much to everyone’s surprise

he likes fishing, soccer/football, and hurling… and broom racing

has an identical twin brother

his recklessness is a result of abandonment issues as his parents disappeared when he was a baby and no one knew anything about it until about twenty years later

magiopalentologist

Love Interest: Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Jack | Maxim Raeburn (potionboy3) | Levi Vecellio (nicos-oc-hell) | Isander Yaxley (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

Benedict Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | intp | enneagram type 6

prefers to spend his free time in the outdoors

he has abandonment issues and thus, doesn’t let himself have too many close relationships

very hard to get know

goes by “ben” sometimes, but absolutely hates being called “benny”

tends to bottle up his emotions

he ends up joining the frog choir by accident

plays seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team

he starts his working life as an archivist before being hired as the curator to the scamamder wizarding natural history museum in london

Love Interest: Lottie Turner

Dorm: Benedict | Marco Han (magicallymalted) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Thea Whitten

b. may 29, 1997 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | english | vietnamese | esfp | enneagram type 4w3

the middle of three sisters, both of whom are muggles

thea’s an avid baker

she’s the cousin of jack and benedict, whom her parents are raising

her mother passed away when she was thirteen

shows her love via flowers

she has a big heart and is soft but chaotic

she plays beater on the gryffindor quidditch team

herbologist who later owns her own florist shop

Love Interest: Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Dorm: Thea | Mary Ann Von Dynne (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

Sophie Pembroke

b. january 7, 2000 | capricorn

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | welsh | english | isfp | enneagram type 4w5

eldest of three with a younger brother, rhys, in hufflepuff and a younger sister, emmy, in gryffindor

her mother died when she was nine and then her father had a stroke when she was sixteen

tends to keep to herself, although she doesn’t mind other people’s company

tea lover

plays keeper on the ravenclaw quidditch team

stubborn, sarcastic, and doing her best but feeling like she’s failing herself and everyone else

descendant of max pembroke through his son, harry, and william devlin through his daughter, lucy

inherited max’s cat allergy

wandmaker

Love Interest: Luke Battersea

Dorm: Sophie | Victoire Weasley | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Luke Battersea

b. july 21, 2000 | cancer

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | scottish | english | intp | enneagram type 5

youngest of five by quite a bit

sole survivor of the attack that killed his parents and older siblings when he was six

grief-ridden and generally kinda of angry

acts like everything is no big deal and that he’s cool with it, but really, he’s got a lot going on

grumpy old man energy

dog lover and a star wars nerd

plays seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team

obsessed with finding the truth about why his parents were murdered

great-grandson of simon battersea, through his son, oliver, and edmund kennedy, through his daughter, cecilia

Love Interest: Sophie Pembroke

Dorm: Luke | Joaquin Valdez | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Declan O’Donnell-Lee

b. september 1, 2001 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | english | istp | enneagram type 3w4?

eldest son and second of four children born to sara o’donnell and barnaby lee which also makes him the second oldest of the ten o’donnell cousins

dyslexic

the odd one out amongst his family

sports boy through and through

plays seeker for the slytherin quidditch team and is eventually named captain of the team

dog lover

plays quidditch professionally as a seeker for the ballycastle bats

Love Interest: Callie Black (@mjs-oc-corner)

Dorm: Declan | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Quinn Power

b. december 1, 2004/5 | sagittarius

slytherin | half-blood | irish | american | english | estp | enneagram type ??

middle of five children with two older brothers, kevin and jason, a younger brother named orion, and a younger sister named cassidy

a werewolf who was bitten at the age of five after his parents accidentally angered a werewolf

plays beater for the slytherin quidditch team

demisexual and biromantic

angry in general, mostly at himself

grumpy loner

descendant of minerva kennedy

career is tbd

Love Interest: Open

Dorm: Quinn | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: A love interest of any gender, friendships, and 4 dormmates

Jude Cozens

b. june 13, 2002-2005 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | american or canadian | ixxx

hockey obsessed

doesn’t know who his father is

moves to the uk because his mother got married

angry about the move to the uk and very disappointed by the lack of hockey

has played ice hockey since he was little, he plays center

highly allergic to bees, so he carries an epi-pen

heterosexual

very new and undeveloped, plus his name might end up changing (previously nico, now jude)

Love Interest: Noor Verna-Dhendron (@legilimenace)

Dorm: Jude | Scott Morris (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

[aleapple1216]

What are your favourite character x character ships in Hphm??

Uuuuh I have some, let me explain a little bit:

1. Chiara x Jae (favourite tbh). Some headcanons:

Jae discovered Chiara's condition by logic and following her around a little bit. Chiara then confessed the truth to him.

Jae always got Chiara Wolf potion, no matter what he had to do

When Chiara is recovering at infirmary, he gets her some candies and company to help her feel better

Thay sometimes cook together at Hogwarts kitchens

Due to Jae's businesses, he sometimes gets injured. Chiara helps him recovering in secret.

2. Liz x Barnaby. Some headcanons.

I think they just started as good friends with a common passion: magical creatures

I really like the idea of them having a lot of secret dates in the Woods and hypogriff club

They could spent hours awake at night at the Slytherin common room talking about dragons

3. Talbott x Penny (kind of): Some headcanons:

Talbott and Penny meet cause Penny was tutoring him in potions

They started to talk more, eventually, they became really good friends

Talbott fell HARD for Penny for a lot of time

Penny never really showed romantic interest in him (Idk, I really always thought about Penny as a lesbian haha sorry)

Talbott was kinda hurt but never confessed anything to her, then, he just like, accepted it.

They just remain as very good friends

4. Tonks x Tulip. Some headcanons:

Tulip was kinda "iugh, love", then in 3 year she met Tonks and she was like "oh wow omg Tonks is soooooo cool"

The interest just grew but Tulip was still like "Oh nonono I don't fell for her I just think she is like really cool"

In fact, she fell for Tonks. REALLY HARD.

The chemistry between them is amazing, Tulip never really told her how she feel but you know, they were kinda in that mood but never official.

5. Ben x André (yeah a little bit out of nothing but hahahaha it's a strange ship I have. I don't have headcanons or proofs I just like them together)

6. Snape x Rakepick (yeah sorry late me explain):

I have this little headcanon were Snape was kinda attracted to Rakepick at first sight because you know, Rakepick kinda remind her of Lily

After learning what kind of person sshe was, he doesn't like her snymore

[ariparri]

So I’m currently working on Diego and Veruca's ship content for their canon and AU versions. And my mind started going to ship names for other pairs and I was wondering what or how they would be called.

Diego and Veruca are obviously DieRuca. At the time of making their ship official I went the basic route by combining their names instead of a unique name that represents both characters. But now that the name has stuck, I ain’t changing it.

Like Carson and Tulip's ship name Glitter Bomb, which takes the glitter portion of Carson’s prank and the bomb part for Tulip's dungbomb prank. Combining their names was not an option because every combination I tried all sucked.

Then I got their AU ships: JaeRuca (Jae x Veruca), Charson/Carster (Chester x Carson), Shooting Stars (Skye x Veruca), Carmelda (Carson x Ismelda), and Crowan (Carson x Rowan)

Like Glitter Bomb, I need to make something with all these ships (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) but DieRuca has me in a chokehold

For canon x canon pairings like Diego and Ismelda, I thought Rose Thorn would suit them. You know, Diego being the rose and Ismelda being the thorn. Dielda and Ismego sounds kind of dumb so I don’t want to use them.

Jae x Chiara would be Jaeara I guess. I feel like they could get a unique ship name if I think hard enough of what represents these two.

Ben x Ismelda now that it’s officially canon（≧∇≦）Benmelda? Bemelda? IsBen? Besmelda?

What other ships are there?

Talbott x Badeea? Barnaby x Liz. Barnaby x Rowan? I think I also remember seeing a Penny x Barnaby ship once 🤔 Chiara x Victor?

[teasweet13]

Tagged by @fan-mans

1: Three Ships.

1. CandyPunk (my oc Amory Jae Engel x Hobie Brown from ATSV)

2. GumLee (Gary Prince/Prince Gumball x Marshall Lee from Fionna and Cake)

3. Nuts and Volts (Arthur Watts and Tyrian Callows from RWBY)

2: First Ever Ship

If I remember correctly from 5/6 year old me: Kwazii Kitten x a bunny character little me made up (I think the character was called Tulip)

3: Last Song

[English Cover] Tidal Rush - Splatoon 2 [arcadia]

4: Last Film

FNAF Movie

5: Currently Reading

nothing

6: Currently Watching

One Piece

7: Currently Consuming

Nothing recently but had a coffee earlier.

8 Currently Craving

A whole lotta Up and Gos… the most Australian thing I could ever crave.

[stella-323]

I ship this mc and talbott 💘

[ameliathefatcat]

My HPHM ships

Ben x Amelia (mc)

Rowan x Amelia (mc)

Rowan x Amelia (mc) x Ben

Penny x Skye

Barnaby x Chiara

Tonks x Charlie M (oc)

Tulip x Jae

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Jae: How come your tongues are purple?

Tulip: We had slushies, I had a red one.

Merula: And I had a blue one.

Jae: Oh.

Jae:

Jae: OH.

Barnaby: You drank each other's slushies?

[mooooooooony]

Anyone: *breaths*

Charlie Weasley:

[furiouspancakethesequel]

Me: not being able to choose a love interest for MC because they all have potential

Also me: ohohooo AU time

[tartheanmaid]

HPHM PROFILE - OREGON EMILIA HAVOC

Template & Inspo - @hogwartsmysterystory​

WREAKING HAVOC DISCOGRAPHY COMPLETE WITH NOTES FROM THE BAND:

Year 1 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1c5H0Sc0nDG18pWWuJIBvb?si=mbWz71E2QaOkFeIu5t3aDw

Year 2 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/261EKjkDFIVLIlyXzYQ71W?si=mwkINbQoTPaByqAXn4Cc2A

Year 3 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3jGVzOqvIGmgKzRO6u8lgc?si=_WdPG7KyR1yAdtJHQqzOPg

Year 4 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6vpnaoto5QjNzz2olitfZe?si=qrKFcF8ARjeZ-GFGLWLwlQ

Year 5 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Ia8unyRTAESh8nO680oZG?si=1md9p6aPSRGIdN26hXfpZw

Year 6 - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7MboT1c0feEcRodLsk8WBS?si=vY5-6I-RQUi6GBmmmHn9SQ

Identity

Name: Oregon Emilia Havoc

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Birth Date: April 09, 1973

Species: Human, 35% Veela

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Queer

Alignment: Neutral Good

Race: Caucasian

Nationality: Canadian, Scottish

Residence: Portree, Scotland

Birthplace: Vancouver, Canada

Myers Briggs Personality Type: ENFJ-T

Full Profile Under the Cut

The Mage

First Wand: Acacia wood with a unicorn hair core, 12” & pliable

Second Wand: N/A

Animagus: Cat

Misc Magical Abilities: Veela Charm, Seer, Legilimens, Occlumens 

Boggart Form: Lord Voldemort(betrayal from a loved one)

Riddikulus Form: Lord Voldemort as a clown

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Lily of the Valley, Sandalwood, Fresh Soil, & Rain

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Rain, Fresh Soil, Daisies, Chocolate, & Smoke

Patronus: Spotted Hare

Patronus Memory: First Train Ride to Hogwarts

Mirror of Erised: Oregon and (Penny, Ismelda, and then Jae) standing together with a child, their friends surrounding them all happy and alive.

Specialized/Favorite Spells: Orchideous, Protego, Vermillious, Confringo, Arresto Momentum

Appearance

Face Claim: Ona Morgan

Singing Voice Claim: dalynn

Voice Claim: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-hnZ6BbnDU

Height: 5’4” at Hogwarts, 5’5” as an adult

Weight: 111lbs

Physique: Thin Physique

Eye Color: Light Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Skin Tone: Fair

Body Modifications: None Scarring: Just above left elbow, tree climbing accident

Inventory: Wand, Queen Maeve Chocolate Frog Card, Antidote to Common Poisons, Barrettes, & Pictures of Friends.

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Primary, Gryffindor Secondary, Model Hufflepuff Secondary

Affiliations/Organizations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Havoc, & The Circle of Khanna

Profession: Wreaking Havoc(Lead Singer)

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies: (Outstanding, Exceeds Expectations, Acceptable, Poor, Dreadful, Troll)

Astronomy: E Charms: O DADA: O Flying: E Herbology: O History of Magic: O Potions: A Transfiguration: E

Quidditch Position: Chaser

Electives: Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Muggle Studies

Extra Curricular: Magical Art

Favorite Professors: Professor Sprout & Professor McGonagall

Least Favorite Professors: Professor Rakepick

Relationships

Brother: Jacob Havoc

Misc Siblings: Nelli Havoc (Born 1983)

Father: Alexander Havoc

Mother: Lisette Havoc (née Brodeur)

Love Interests: Penny Haywood, Ismelda Murk, & Jae Kim

Best Friends: Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Bill Weasley, Ismelda Murk, Jae Kim, Nymphadora Tonks

“Rival”: Merula Snyde

Dorm-mates: Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, & Chiara Lobosca

Pets: Australian Mist Named Edna

Oregon’s Relationship Timeline

2nd - First Few Chapters of 5th is when Oregon is dating Penny. They’re both each other’s “awakening” and have a very wholesome relationship but it totally has “i would kill for you” undertones. 5th year is when Oregon gets closer to Ismelda and they date throughout that year, both of them using Barnaby as a cover up. Their relationship is wholesome yet star-crossed because the Murks give me very “i’m not homophobic or anything, i just don’t support the lifestyle” vibes. The two of them have a smooth breakup at the end of Year 5, after the Portrait Vault. Their breakup isn’t mutual but Oregon is naturally very understanding so she accepts that Ismelda needs to take some time off from dating. They remain friends after. After having detention with Jae for an entire year the two grow a lot closer than just friends once Ismelda has broken up with Oregon. These two are both naturally mischievous and are people people so their relationship is very fun but not the kind of unsustainable fun that one would associate with a summer fling, no. This kind of fun is one that you would associate with an old married couple or newlyweds. This relationship is going to last and everyone around them can see it.

Wreaking Havoc

Songs & Their Meaning + Headcanons: https://eyelash-curler.tumblr.com/post/633911695245557760/wreaking-havoc