#and he was just super friendly/humble and my grandparents loved him

[saintlioncourt]

I dreamt that Sebastian Vettel and his family moved in next door to my grandparent's house and he was so lovely wtf 😭

[hurricanerin]

Not Just One of Your Many Toys 1: Don’t Tell Me What to Do

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale/OFC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS, loss of virginity, power imbalance, general dickishness

Summary: Ransom and Olivia have been thorns in each other’s sides for fifteen years.  They’ve tolerated one another, coaxed each other through major milestones, and trampled on one another’s hearts.  After years spent healing from one of Ransom’s toxic outburst, Olivia finds herself subpoenaed by the Drysdale family as a character witness for his criminal trial.  Their son is out of control, and the one person with the best chance of getting through to him wants absolutely nothing to do with the man.   

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Boston, 2005

 There has never been a moment in my life that I haven’t known exactly who Ransom Drysdale is.  We met in the fall of 2005, right after my dad was promoted with General Electric and my family had moved to Boston from Puerto Rico for his new job. I was 13 and Ransom was 19, and I could’ve told you within 5 minutes of enduring his company that he was a playboy and a Grade A narcissist.  

My parents and his mom, the legendary Linda Drysdale, had closed on our new house the week before.  When my papá had mentioned to our realtor that he had 6 engineer brothers and sisters in PR also looking to move to the Boston area, Linda immediately swooped in and took over the sale.  We had moved into the new house for two days when who showed up on our doorstep with a giant Harry and David gift basket on his mother’s behalf? Ransom.  I’ve never seen my mom so taken with a man so quickly.  It was absolutely nauseating.  

My mom and I had been sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast with my little brother when Ransom waltzed in, ruining our meal.  While he charmed my mom, I shooed Gian from the table, stuffed him into his coat and boots and shoved his toast into his hand.  

“You’re gonna miss your bus, vete,” I said with an affectionate push.

He waved me off, but I could see his smile as he scrambled out the door towards his friends.  When I turned around, Mamá was on the phone, distractedly scribbling on a notepad at the center island.  Ransom had seated himself at our table and was examining the gift basket. After retrieving a pear, he rearranged the treats so it looked as if nothing were missing.  Catching my eye, he shot me a grin, took a bite of the fruit and flaunted it in front of me.

“Want some?”

My mom’s groan of frustration cut off my retort as she hung up.  Without missing a beat, Ransom hid the pear behind his leg.

Clipping her beeper to the waist of her skirt, she motioned at my backpack.  “Ol, you need to get your school stuff and hop in the car, I have to go to the hospital early.  I need to drive you; school is on the way.  A patient needs to go into surgery now.”

I scowled and put my hands on my hips. “I’m taking the bus with my friends. You said at this school I could!”

Already gathering her coat and keys, she shook her head.  “I’m sorry, mija.  Not today.  Come on, we need to go.  I can’t leave you alone at home for that long.”

My nose started to sting.  I didn’t want to sit at school alone for an hour and have to explain to my new friends why I wasn’t on the bus like everyone else.

Carefully watching the interaction, Ransom cleared his throat.  “Mrs. Santos, I would be happy to stay with her until her bus comes.  I’m home on break from Yale for the week and would love nothing more than to get to know your daughter,” he offered, radiating charisma.

“Oh Ransom, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Honestly, our house is only a few streets away, so we’re practically neighbors.  It would be no problem.”

She hesitated, glancing from Ransom to her watch. Back home, we didn’t have babysitters. Family played that role.  I couldn’t imagine leaving her 13 year-old home alone with a strange man was high on her list of things to do in the US.

Ransom read the situation well.  “Mrs. Santos, my girlfriend is just at my parents’.  Why don’t I give her a call and the three of us can clean up the kitchen until…,” he motioned at me.

“Olivia,” I snipped.

He didn’t flinch.  “Until Olivia’s bus comes,” he finished with a smile.

“I suppose… that would be alright,” Mamá agreed.  “Your family is so kind!”  Sighing in relief, she snagged me for a kiss goodbye and scurried towards the door.  “Behave, Ol! I’ll see you at dinner,” she shouted over her shoulder.

I listened to the garage door close and turned to find him thumbing through the Harry and David catalogue while dabbing pear juice from his lips with a napkin.  I glared at him for a minute.

“You and your mom are just being nice to my parents because I have a lot of aunts and uncles moving here,” I accused.

He looked up, laughing in surprise.  Nodding his head to the side, he shrugged a shoulder, “You’re not wrong.  Did they tell you that?”

“No, but I can tell.”

A soft ping sounded and he patted his pockets, pulling out a phone from his jacket.  He continued nibbling at the pear until all that was left was the core, then absently dumped it on my abandoned breakfast plate.  I walked closer and peered at the screen in his hands while he typed furiously.

“Do you have any games on your phone?” I asked.

“This isn’t a phone, it’s a Blackberry.”

“Do you have any games on your Blackberry?  Like Snake?  My mom’s phone has Snake.”

“No, it doesn’t have Snake,” he snapped as he pulled a headset from his jacket pocket and plugged it into the headphone jack. Almost immediately it rang and he slipped the earpiece on, pushing me.

“Jackson?”  He sighed at me in irritation and turned away.  “Yeah, come up this weekend.  They’re two Norwegian bitches, semi-professional skiers or something. Super hot.  They’re in the US to train but stopping to vacation in New England or whatever.”  He ran his finger along the wicker of the gift basket while he listened to his friend respond.  With an exasperated sigh, he shook his head.  “No, no, we don’t need to take them sailing for them to put out.”

I stared at him, my jaw dropping.  I knew it was rude to both stare and eavesdrop, but I had never met anyone who was so blatantly awful.

“They’ll fuck us because I’m crazy rich, bro, don’t worry,” Ransom chuckled.  He leaned back against the table and rolled his eyes as his friend prattled on, until his gaze landed on me.  His eyes widened.

“Shit,” he muttered.  “Jax, I’m not alone.  I gotta go.”

He yanked the earpiece off and tossed it on the table, leaning towards me with his elbows on his knees.  

I scowled.  “You don’t really have a girlfriend who’s coming over.”

“Olivia,” he said with a practiced smile that actually reached his beaming eyes.  Ignoring my statement, he took me in for a moment, cataloguing my appearance as his gaze came to rest on my neck.

“That’s such a pretty necklace you’re wearing, did you pick it out yourself?”

My insides tingled a little.  I didn’t like-him-like-him or anything, but he did look like a prince and he had complemented the starfish necklace my parents had given me for my birthday last summer.  It was my favorite.

“It was a present from my mom and dad, from when I turned 13 last year.”

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath.  Something about me being a kid.  I didn’t know what that meant, because he made an angry face. But that quickly went away and then his prince face was back.

“That was my friend Jackson on the phone,” he motioned at his Blackberry with his thumb, “We go to college together.  We joke around a lot,” he chuckled, rubbing my shoulder. “You do that with your friends, too, right?  Tell jokes, mess around?”

Confused and skeptical, I nodded.

“And you don’t always tell those jokes to your parents, because they don’t understand them.  You keep them between you and your friends.”

I raised my brow, trying to look formidable.  “You don’t want me to tell my mom what you were talking about.”

The friendliness in his expression melted away, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards instead.  “Exactly.”

 To this day, I wish I could say I stuck up for myself; that I told my mom how much of a jerk he was.  How he was a deceptive, womanizing liar who didn’t deserve an ounce of our time.  But, I didn’t.  Instead, I stooped to Ransom’s level.

My family had money; my mom was a physician and my dad a senior engineer for GE.  We lived very comfortably.  We had spent several months in the US in an apartment before finding the house, during which they had been earning American salaries and making more than ever.  But, both of my parents came from humble means, sent a lot of money back home to their own parents and grandparents, and did not appreciate the materialism I faced every day at the private school they sent me to.

And Ransom had… a lot of money.  He had made that clear over the phone.  I’m not proud to admit that I requested the Tiffany heart tag bracelet I had seen other girls wearing at school in exchange for my silence.  I’m even less proud that, after scoffing at my proposal, Ransom walked me right past the Tiffany & Co. on Newbury Street and in to Cartier and had me pick out a bracelet there instead.  He said he hadn’t bought Tiffany for a girl since he was my age and that he wasn’t lowering himself.  I still have the bracelet buried in my jewelry box, though I never put it on.  Considering its origins, it feels dirty to wear, but I can’t bear to part with it.

 Boston, 2007

 In 2007, we found out my dad had a mistress.  He had paid for her to move over from PR and had been supporting her in Boston for two years.  That would’ve flown in PR, but in the US, my mom’s friends wouldn’t stand for it. (Especially the female divorce lawyer next door.)  That was more or less the end of my dad’s presence in my life.  There’s a chance he might walk me down the aisle one day, but that’s only if Mamá insists on a super Catholic wedding.  

My dad leaving didn’t affect me like it did my mom and Gian. I had my friends and tennis, but Gian was younger and quieter; he and my dad spent a lot of time with little robot projects and those LEGO sets and I could tell he missed him.  Mamá was lonely at home, too; she and my dad had been together since high school.  She had spent a lot of time taking care of him, despite her working 60 hour weeks.

A few of my dad’s sisters hung around as moral support, but Papá eventually pressured them until they stopped coming to see us.  However, there was an additional isolated party within our vicinity who also needed a group of humans to latch onto; someone with the capacity to fill the role of both quasi-paternal figure (figure, not role model), and platonic spouse.

I’d seen Ransom with Mrs. Drysdale; at best, she spoiled her son.  At worst, she placated him with money, demeaned and dismissed him.  Even I didn’t appreciate how she treated him and most days I didn’t like him.  After graduating last in his class from Yale, Ransom took the year off to get away from her. Not a normal “take the year off” where you travel to learn about yourself, or work, or anything like that. Instead, Ransom bought property in the Maldives and imported $500,000 worth of Dom Perignon—the Rose Gold kind—, and flew in ballerinas from Moscow while telling his mom he was joining the Peace Corps for a girl.  When there was fraud on his black AmEx and he had to phone home for help, there was hell to pay when the call came from not Mongolia.  Linda cut him off and kicked him out.

For six months, but still.  This was Ransom.

My mother, bless her heart, would have absorbed all children needing a home if she could.  And, though he was 21, Ransom definitely qualified as such a child.  I honestly think Ransom needed the mothering, too. Growing up with a nanny paid to give you care is not a replication of a mother’s love, which he never had in the first place.

Ransom always showered Mamá with attention, asking how she was with utter sincerity while maintaining direct eye contact, thanking her for the work she did as a cardiac surgeon, and other general sycophantic niceties.  I was terrified that would change for the worst after he moved in, despite their generous age gap.  A freshly divorced woman could’ve been new prey for him.  It wasn’t that she didn’t know who and what he was—she was under no illusions.  But she had a soft spot for the broken bad boy with mommy issues and indulged him.

I watched him like a hawk when he was around her, but he never made a move.  He certainly let her wait on him; she cooked him food from scratch and listened to him talk while she cleaned up the kitchen, but he was never salacious.  I still give him props for that.  It would have been an entertaining game for him, one he would’ve easily won.  

It helped that he was gone half the time.  He still had his car, keys to the Hamptons house and access to his friends’ jets and properties.   I’m pretty sure Richard was also slipping him $50k a month because Ransom rebuilt his wardrobe pretty quickly.

I will admit I was slightly… antagonistic towards him during the beginning of his time with us.  I may have picked a few fights.  He wanted to watch Sin City because of Jessica Alba; I wanted to watch the Corpse Bride.  He left questionable-looking hair trimmings in the shower drain and you can bet I was pounding on his door.  He gave me that look when I thought I had dressed nicely, and I may or may not have launched myself at him.  But, near the middle of his stay, we learned to co-exist, and even had some decent conversations.  I chilled out when I saw how he was with Gian.  

I’m not sure Mamá ever officially asked Ransom to step up while he was living with us, I think the only conditions she had was that he tip the cleaning people an extra $150 for how bad his room was, not have his douchey friends over past 10pm, and no sleepovers with the opposite sex.  But, it was obvious to everyone under our roof that Gian looked to Ransom for companionship.  And, to my utter surprise, Ransom kind of delivered.  He took Gian to the U.S. Open and up to Lake Champlain to golf a few times, and they’d hang out at the house when Ransom was home.  

Then, one day I heard him call Gian his charity project to his friends as they sat out on the porch.  The second he came inside I punched him in the arm over that.  The weirdest part about Ransom and his awful behavior is that he only kinds of means it.  I mean, the idea was there, he had had the thought that Gian was less fortunate than him and needed his help.  But I also know he genuinely loved my little brother and was making spending time with him out to be a bigger deal than it really was.

Six months to the day, Ransom had a moving company at our doorstep at 8am sharp.  He only had a few hanging wardrobes worth of clothes to move into his new apartment; all of the furniture was being delivered by the dealer, but the man couldn’t lower himself to drive his own U-Haul.  By that time, I had developed an appreciation for Ransom.  It was kind of nice to have someone older to talk to, even though he had no conception of what real life was like.  He was okay.  I didn’t miss sharing a dwelling space with him, but I did kind of miss him.

 Boston, Fall 2009

 That fall, I was 18 and a senior at the Winsor School and Ransom was 25 and bullshitting his way through his Master’s of Science in Business Analytics at Princeton.  I preferred not to ask questions regarding his attendance or grades.  I figured the less I knew, the less I could be implicated in some scandal involving the university and bribery.

High school wasn’t a great time in my life. The kids at Winsor were spoiled and came from generations of overachievers.  You could say there were a lot of Ransoms, I suppose; self-serving, arrogant, brutal, conceited, rich kids.  I’m not saying I didn’t share some of those traits, I knew I was fortunate, but I liked to think I was a decent person.  As a result, I was relatively lonely.  I had the varsity tennis team, and that fit my basic  need for socialization.  But not once did I ever entertain the thought of a boyfriend.

As the years progressed, I waited for the mutual attraction for my peers to arrive.  It never did. At that age, even if boys had adopted the air of sophistication they had seen modeled at home and had the ability to charm, they severely lacked in a different department, like intelligence or maturity.  I shut down every advance without a second thought and didn’t look back.

Until, that is, my Senior year.  As leaving home was becoming a reality, I decided I didn’t want to go to college a virgin.  I just didn’t.  Things happen in college, things you don’t always have control over, and I liked control.  I liked control very much.  And I wanted to have control over when and how I gave it up.  And I wasn’t giving it up to some 18 year old I had dated for a three months who couldn’t kiss and also didn’t have the experience to help me enjoy the process.

But I knew someone who did.

I smirked as a key sounded in the lock, Ransom had never given his back from a few years ago.

“Ol?” his voice echoed up the stairs.

“In the kitchen!”

The old stairs creaked as he ascended, heading straight for the refrigerator without even looking at me.

“Hey,” he nodded in greeting.

“Hey.”  For the first time in my life, I was nervous talking to him.  I’d texted him, asking if he could stop by, which wasn’t out of character.  He usually popped in at least once a month to return a book, pick up a sweater he forgot that my mom had washed or have dinner with us.  He lingered, even after moving out.  The flight from Princeton to Boston was only an hour, and it meant a lot to Gian, to all of us, really, that Ransom still visited.

While Ransom dug through the fridge, pulling out some leftover chorizo, I set about throwing together some protein smoothies for us.  He had left a container of ridiculously expensive something something collagen protein at our house the last time he was there and it was expiring soon, so I split the remainder between us.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw him fuss with the microwave.

I raised a brow.  “You know how to use kitchen appliances?”

He took an exaggerated bite of a sausage slice. “Selectively,” he winked.

I bit my cheek to keep from laughing.  Ransom’s “selective” helplessness didn’t need encouragement.

I think what we worked in was companionable silence, but I’m not positive.  I was pretty geared up, so it was hard to tell.  Settling at the table, I laid plates out for both of us, chewing my lip.

“I have a favor to ask.”

“I can’t get you into Yale early decision, but I can get you in,” he said as he reached for his smoothie.

I rolled my eyes.  “I’ve already gotten into Brown on my own, which was my first choice, thank you. What I need is… different.”

“What is it?  I’ve got cash with me.”

“Ransom!  Listen to me. Just let me ask my question.”

“Okay!” he chuckled, his eyes gleaming as he swirled his glass.

“Okay,” I repeated, my heart pounding in my chest. I made myself look him in the eye. All of a sudden I wanted to cry? What if he said no?  What if he laughed?  What if he never talked to me again?

“Ol, you’re getting pale.  You look like you’re about to ask me to skin a cat.”

“Shut up,” I grumbled, seconds away from losing my nerve. I inhaled deeply, folding my hands on the table in front of me and sitting up straight.

“Ransom,” I began.

“Olivia,” he countered, his face comically serious.

“I want you to take my virginity.  Now that I’m 18—.”

“Hah—You what?  No you don’t, Olivia, you don’t—.”

“I do.”

“Ehhhh,” he made a pained face and shook his head.  “I mean, what do you mean by virginy? What have you done before?”

“Nothing.”

“But you’ve given head though, right?”

I tried to mask my embarrassment with a look of disdain.

When Ransom gaped in surprise, I kicked him under the table.

“A handjob?”

“I said nothing,” I bit out.

The corner of his mouth pulled upward and he tilted his head, his eyes narrowing.  “What about like… getting off with each other?”

I shook my head.  

“Sexting?”

“There’s no one I want to sext.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“But like…”

“I’ve never touched or been touched, Ransom.  I’ve never seen a man naked, okay?”

He sighed.  “I don’t do virgins.  It’s a personal policy.  Especially someone like you who has absolutely no experience.”

That stung, but I kept trying.  “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No—.”

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Ol, I don’t date—.”

“Ransom, this is exactly the type of arrangement you want!” I hissed.

“This should be something you do with a boyfriend, someone your age who you care about and who cares about you.”

I groaned and stormed into the living room, plopping into an easy chair.  

“I don’t want a boyfriend.  I’m going to Brown in the fall, so dating someone now would be pointless. And in Providence, between Chi Omega, studying, volunteering, and AMSA, I just won’t have time for a relationship.”

Ransom couldn’t suppress a laugh as he tailed after me.  “You’re as heartless as I am.”

“I’m not heartless,” I argued.  “I’m practical.”

He gave me a patronizing smile.  “You’ve never done this before, you don’t know how you’ll feel afterwards.  It’s sex. Girls get attached.  I just can’t do that, babe.”

"You can!  Ransom, you can.  I won’t get attached.  I’ll leave you alone after.  I won’t text you for a month.  Please? I—,” my cheeks flamed as I looked down at my hands.  Bickering and bantering with Ransom was easy.  Acting like I disliked him was easy.  But being vulnerable with him?  That was terrifying.  “I want it to be you,” I whispered.  “I don’t trust anyone else.”

With a sigh, he perched on the arm of my chair.

“I’m going back to Princeton on Sunday.  Even if we did it tonight, we wouldn’t have 48 hours together.”

“I don’t care!” I slapped the seat of the chair. “What if—what if I get roofied and lose it to some guy and don’t even remember it?  Or—or someone, you know… one in every four women faces sexual assault in college…”

That perpetual, devious gleam in Ransom’s eyes disappeared.  Something brutal and vicious replaced it.

  “I’d kill him.  I’d kill anyone who touched you like that.”

My chest tightened.  I’d never seen him that serious before, not even when he argued with his mom.  It was a little terrifying.  But, I had carried pepper spray on me for years since moving to the city and I already knew my parents were sending me to college with a SipChip, not that I’d be going to parties anyway.  I tried another angle.

  “I know I’m not the girls you normally sleep with—blonde, white, with yachts and horses and trust funds—

Darkness cast over his face.

“Olivia,” he interrupted.  Brow creasing, Ransom lifted his hand near my face, then hesitated. With a growl, he cupped my jaw. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, brushing the knuckle of the opposite hand against my cheek.  “And trust funds are so mundane.”

I rose from the chair and leaned against his leg. “Then why don’t you want me?”  It took everything in me to keep my voice from breaking.

Ransom shifted uneasily, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ol, I’ve known you since you were a kid.  I can’t—I just don’t see you that way.”

“You still see me as a child?”

“I guess, yeah.”

Butterflies flapped madly in my belly, but I held my breath and stepped forward between his legs until our chests were pressed together, trapping my hand between us at his groin.  Praying that I applied what I had read correctly, I timidly felt for his cock. He grunted when I wrapped my hand around the outline of its shape and followed it with a shy stroke.

“I am not a child,” I husked in my best seductress voice.

“You said you’d never touched or been touched,” he accused through clenched teeth.

Both proud and embarrassed, I ducked my head. “I don’t like entering a situation unprepared.  I read a lot and watched some videos.”  Realizing the implications of my statement, I turned beet red.  “For research, I mean!”

That earned me a genuine smile.  Sliding one hand around my waist he pulled me closer, then used the other to firmly guide my palm over his half erect cock, rubbing it back and forth.  I blushed as I felt him harden under my fingers.

“What else did you research?”

"Stuff,” I mumbled.

Rubbing his thumb along my hipbone, his gaze fell to his lap, watching my hand work over his erection.  Then his eyes deviated to my front, trailing up my belly to my chest, which was, admittedly, heaving, and slowly made their way to my face. Looking someone in the eye had never made me clench down there before.  It was unexpected, but not unappreciated.

I could see Ransom thinking, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine as he reasoned with himself.

“You need to think this over, you need to really consider what you’re asking me and decide that’s what you want,” he murmured, his voice rough.

My pussy throbbed at the sound, and it took extra concentration not to let my eyes close.

“When have I ever made a rash decision about something this important?  I started thinking about this a year ago.”

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.  “Of course you did.”

When his hips gave an involuntary thrust against my palm, he gently pulled my wrist away.

“That’s enough for now.”

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.  “Did I do it wrong?  Is that a no?”

He massaged his closed eyelids with his index finger and thumb, exhaling shakily.  “It should be a no.  A good man would say no.”  

Drawing me against him once more, I whimpered as he ground his cock against my belly.  “But I’ve never been a good man, have I, Olivia?”

He didn’t give me an opportunity to respond. The kiss was firm, but delicate. No tongues or biting or slipping or sliding, just lips pressed together, gently massaging.  When he sucked at my lower lip I surprised both of us with a soft moan, causing him to bury his hand in my hair and tilt my head for better access.

I completely lost track of everything, because the next moment of consciousness I had was gasping for air as he pulled away. My fingers were tangled in his hair, my hand clutching his sweater like it was a lifeline, and his thigh was situated between both of mine, applying pressure to my clit that was making me see stars.  Now my mouth was wet, but I didn’t care.

Once I could see straight, I dove for his mouth again, but he stopped me with an unyielding grip on my chin.

“Change,” he rumbled.  “We’ll go to dinner at Menton, I’ll pull some strings and get us a table.  Then back to my apartment.”

I squinted, still reeling from the kiss. “We’re not going to Menton first, that makes it sound like a date.  This isn’t a date, we have one mission to accompli—.”

He gaze grew cold.  “If we do this, we’re doing it my way.  You’re going to listen to me.  I’m in charge.”

My eyes flicked back and forth between his as my entire face and neck glowed pink.  

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Say ‘Yes, sir,’” he corrected me.

“Yes, sir,” I repeated softly.

The pleased smile that spread across his lips gave me a warm feeling in my belly.

“Tonight, I’m going to destroy your pussy,” he whispered against my ear, sucking at my lobe, “I’m going to make you come like a whore.”  Moving to my other side, he spoke softly again, his warm breath against my cheek making me shiver.  “Your future husband will resent me for the rest of your lives, because I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”  Nuzzling my nose with the tip of his, he kissed the corner of my mouth.  “And you’re going to love it.”

I couldn’t help myself.  I was throbbing, there was pressure building in my belly and the man had barely laid a hand on me.  With a high pitched whimper, I sought his mouth again, but he wrapped his huge hand around my throat and shook his head as he held me back.

“Go.  Pick out something nice to wear.  Something you feel pretty in.”

Mouth dry, I nodded.  He caught my arm as I went to leave.

“And Olivia?  Not a scrap of clothing underneath.”

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HP next Gen headcannons

These are my headcannons so not everyone will agree with it.

Teddy:

* he started going after Victorie at the age of twelve, but in a teasing way at first, since they were such good friends and so close to each other. However when she started at Hogwarts in fourth year is when he started meaning it. After a year of trying and teasing they started dating in his last year of Hogwarts her fifth. They date for five years, then teddy pops the question and then get married a year after.

* Whilst at Hogwarts, he’s a Hufflepuff, or hufflepunk, as he’s calls it. He was the bad boy of Hufflepuff, every girl had a crush on him, but he only had eyes for Victorie.

* Was headboy and definitely used it to his advantage.

* His patronus is a wolf like his parents.

* Got top grades as well.

* He was popular, but humble, he was friendly and with many people but had two really close friends.

* His grandmother Andromeda died when he was ten, and then lived with Harry and Ginny full time. He did visit them while living with his grandmother, but it was for a couple weeks during the summer and Christmas. They would babysit teddy when the need came.

* Has a very colorful vocabulary (swears)

* He played on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and once got knocked out, but since he wasn’t able to change his appearance laying there he looked exactly like Remus, and those who noticed cried.

* His hair changed colors with his emotions, ex. his signature turquoise blue hair was when he was content, and chill. Red for when he was angry or pissed off. He also changed it when he felt he needed too. His first few years he had a mix of colors he changed it very often, depending who he would talk too, especially if he knew that persons favorite color. Every year on the anniversary of his parents death his hair was a bubblegum pink, with sandy blonde side.

* Only has some of his father’s wolfish traits.

* Learned to control his metamorphegi early on with the help of his grandmother.

* Halloween is his favorite holiday, He would morph himself into someone each year. He’s known for pulling a prank on a teacher or two my morphing. he’s looked like each of his “family members” at least once.

* Closest to James in terms of siblings, taught James how to play quidditch and passed on the marauders map to James, in his second year.

* He would eat lots of chocolate when he was sad or upset and Harry noticed this early on and would always make sure that there was chocolate in the house just in case he needed it.

* His teen years were hard for him and he had a complicated relationship with Harry for a while. They talked it out and resolved everything.

* His face was the spitting image of his father minus the scars. It could be hard to notice with the changing hair colors tho. He was very tall as well.

* Becomes an auror like his mother and godfather.

Victorie:

* a very pretty girl, being part Veela.

* Shorted into Ravenclaw in her fourth year after transferring from beauxbatons after much convincing Fleur, and never regretted leaving.

* Really took a liking to Teddy and agreed to go out with him in her fifth year. She was also a prefect

* Named for the victory of the battle of Hogwarts which is also her birthday.

* Being gifted at art and enjoying it

* Plays Quidditch on the house team something her and teddy bonded over and enjoyed talking about.

* Is fluent in French and English and would teach her younger cousins occasionally.

* She’s very observant and knows just about everyone one of her siblings/ cousins crushes.

* Dated other guys before teddy but they weren’t serious until Teddy.

* Hated herbology with a passion.

* Studied a lot in the library during free time.

* Got top grades as well and was headgirl

* She took a likening to dance when she was younger but stoped once she was going to school at 11.

* Loved to go shopping with her sister and cousins and sometimes would drag teddy along with them.

* Helping Dom, adjust to Hogwarts even if they were in different houses.

* The only one to enjoy visiting the delacour side of the family in France.

* She was very close to Dominique and when Vic left beauxbatons Dom had to as well.

* Her patronus is a rabbit.

* Can read and recite Shakespeare at any given time.

* Becomes a journalist for the daily prophet

* Learned to do wand-less magic bc no one thought she could do it.

Dominique:

* also very pretty being part Veela.

* Always knew how push her parents buttons

* Can be very outspoken and courageous when she has to be. Tho never purposely looking for trouble.

* Was sorted into Gryffindor in her third year after transferring from beauxbatons. Again after much convincing and to be with Victorie.

* She actually hates her name until she’s told otherwise by her boyfriend who loves it, only then does he like it.

* Loves Quidditch was a chaser on the house team her first year there.

* Meets Elliot Wood on the team and they date for two years but they had a nasty fall out and broke up.

* After the break up she went though a hard time, had a “emo phase” and dyed the tips of her hair black and closed herself off for her fifth and most of sixth year.

* Actually got detention quite a lot for skipping classes that she didn’t feel like going too.

* Had a bit of a crush on professor Longbottom since she’s been in the school.

* Best friends with her cousin Molly since they are the same age.

* Was absolutely horrible at potions and Divination

* Was super jealous of her sisters relationship with Teddy.

* Her patronus is a Fox

* Started to take a liking to Frank Longbottom late into her sixth year, after he helped her pick up her things, when her bag was knocked off her shoulder. They talk for a while and they walk to the common room together and she starts to flirt with him more after a while and in her final year he asks her out and they go out for three years before he pops the question to her. And they marry a year later.

* Becomes an auror and partners with Teddy

* Dyes her hair ginger red for a while, like most of her family. But got bored with it and goes back to blonde.

* Loved going to the borrow, and spending time with her grandparents. Grandma Molly would teach her to knit

* Loved her Weasley side more than the Delacour side, but would never admit it. Bummed she never goes to the burrow for Christmas since that’s when they visit France. But she always wears the latest Weasley sweater.

* Wasn’t as fluent in French as her sister, but can hold a decent conversation.

Louis:

* the only one of his siblings to not go to beauxbatons.

* Isn’t as fluent in French but can understand it perfectly, and can converse if he has too.

* The only one who doesn’t really like playing Quidditch all that much, and would rather watch.

* Definitely a very handsome and has a rep of being called “the pretty boy” also being part veela

* Has his father’s wolfish tendencies.

* Super smart and resourceful. People were surprised he was a Gryffindor.

* Soft spoken and kind to everyone but can be a force to reckon with if provoked.

* Definitely a brave and courageous person.

* Is made a prefect in his fifth year.

* Favorite class was definitely care of magical creatures and was like best friends with Hagrid and his uncle Charlie.

* Was actually horrible at defense against the dark arts.

* Looks up to Teddy and his father.

* Had many girlfriends throughout his time at school, but none were ever serious enough for him to commit too wholeheartedly. Tended to be a bit of a heartbreaker for this reason alone.

* His patronus is a lion

* Is super protective of his older sisters and would stand up for them at any cost no matter the circumstances.

* The tallest one in the family.

* Was lost in the background as a young child being so quite. Didn’t mind having a back seat to his sisters having most of the attention.

* Doesn’t get married and works with his uncle caring for creatures.

Molly:

* sorted into Ravenclaw no surprise to anyone

* Wears glasses like her father.

* A total book worm

* She doesn’t do a whole lot of dating in school only really dates once out of Hogwarts.

* Best friends with Dominique even if their opposites.

* Missed Dominique for two years while she was at beauxbatons.

* Was slightly bummed dom was in Gryffindor while Vic was in Ravenclaw with her.

* Was a prefect and later head girl

* Took after her father Percy more than her mother.

* She was always teased by her cousins for being a nerd and no fun.

* Has short ginger hair and brown eyes, a bit more heavier set then the rest of her family, which makes her self conscious at times.

* Is a shy and quite person by nature but kind.

* Can actually draw really well and be really creative.

* Always stayed away from trouble and always followed rules.

* Loved watching Quidditch but doesn’t play it.

* Is actually very good at wizard chess and once beat her uncle Ron.

* She’s the complete opposite to her younger sister Lucy.

* Loves her family unconditionally.

* Her patronus is a dolphin.

Lucy:

* Is not her sister

* Has beautiful long ginger hair and freckles

* Is a hardcore Gryffindor and takes it with pride.

* Is definitely boy crazy and dated many boys throughout the years in Hogwarts. Probably dated just about every boy in her year and older at some point, a player, people called her a slut behind her back.

* However was very popular

* Loves shopping with her friends and cousins

* Plays keeper on the Quidditch team

* Lazy when it comes to school work and gets in trouble for it but is actually smart.

* Is frequently in detention for skipping classes and being out after hours

* Is always butting heads with her parents

* Definitely has an attitude and temperamental

* Is a very pretty girl

* Her patronus is a hippogriff

* Wild child was her nickname given to her by uncle George.

* Can be somewhat of a bitch

* Brutally honest, but with the best intentions.

* Loves butterbeers and Honeydukes sweet shop.

* Favorite class is actually transfiguration

* And hates history of Magic with a passion.

Fred II

* is definitely a prankster and trouble maker just like his father and namesake.

* Loves Quidditch and is on the Gryffindor team as a beater.

* One of his best friends is Lee Jordan’s son whose also a Gryffindor.

* Doesn’t do much dating but takes a liking to a muggleborn girl that was in Hufflepuff and tries to get the courage to ask her out. After much encouragement from Roxanne he did it and they started dating in their seventh year.

* Looks just like his father but with darker skin and hair

* Is super tall

* His patronus is a hyena just like his dead uncles which made his father cry when he found out

* Is actually smart beyond popular belief

* Resurrects the name marauders with his cousins James and friends.

* Actually gets along well his is sister Roxanne and is super protective of her, will do anything for her.

* His favorite class is defense against the dark arts

* Despised history of magic thought it to be incredibly boring and played a prank on prof. Binns more than once.

* Actually cried when he meets his uncles ghost and got along well with him and played pranks with his help and peeves on Filch.

* Best friends with this cousin James

* Works with his father for years at the jokeshop, then takes over the joke shop after George can’t do it anymore.

Roxanne:

* is like her mother

* Pranks with her brother but not as much mostly when she was younger

* Can cook really well.

* Also on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor as a seeker.

* She has freckles and darker skin tone and long beautiful black hair.

* Gets along great with her brother Fred.

* Starts dating Jordan’s son in her sixth year with caused some tension between her and Fred but he saw how happy they were together and was actually excited about it.

* Goes on to being a professional Quidditch seeker.

* Worked at the jokeshop during summers but never did it like Fred.

* Favorite class is herbology and was friends with Professor Longbottom.

* Hated potions class.

* Best Friends with Alice Longbottom and bonded over their love for herbology.

* Her patronus is a coyote like her father.

Rose:

* is sorted into Ravenclaw after a hat-stall almost putting her in Gryffindor.

* Is a total book worm and rule follower.

* However a procrastinator when it comes to writing essays.

* Got closer to her cousin Molly after her sorting

* Studied in the library for hours.

* Is decent at wizard chess but can never beat her father.

* Doesn’t like Quidditch at all and doesn’t like watching it at all, which annoyed her father for a while.

* It’s actually really good at arts like drawing.

* Her favorite class is charms but won’t admit it saying their all her favorite.

* Struggles in potions only being beaten by her cousin Albus which annoys her to no end

* Actually likes Divination

* Has fiery red curly hair and freckles and on the shorter side.

* Was best friends with Albus, until their sorting and he became friends with Scorpius.

* Hates Scorpius for the first few years in Hogwarts believes the rumors

* Actually hates roses as a flower

* Will hex you into oblivion if provoked.

* Will eat anything in front of her, inherited her father’s appetite

* Loves muggle books and fairytales and movies, watches Disney with Lily

* Hates coffee and tea but loves hot chocolate.

* Reads witch weekly almost religiously.

* Enjoys visiting her muggle grandparents during holidays.

* Her patronus is a unicorn

* Liked learning French from Victorie

* Was the first to master nonverbal spells right away.

* Was a prefect and later head girl

* Actually likes doing things the muggle way.

* Was close to Lily she was like a sister to rose.

* She and Lily were the only ones who thought Teddy’s lame jokes were actually funny.

* She’s very protective of he little brother Hugo

Hugo:

* is sorted into Gryffindor and was eager to join the Quidditch team but wasn’t allowed to until fifth year but tried to every year but got busted by Rose

* Supported the Chudley Cannons and Puddlemore teams.

* Was gifted in wizard chess and beat his father every time since he was seven.

* Has the appetite of a bottomless pit.

* The only Weasley grandson to have red hair, blue eyes and freckles.

* Is freakishly tall

* Is very close to Lily Potter

* Got along well with Rose most of the time and later become very protective of her as well.

* Is a soft spoken and kind boy always making people laugh.

* His favorite class is actually astronomy

* Hates care of Magical Creatures but was friends with Hagrid and would visit him often

* Was secretly smart and becomes a prefect in his fifth year.

* Looks up to his cousins James and Fred and likes to follow them around and help them pull pranks.

* Was a quite and shy kid, once got forgotten at home when it was Christmas and everyone was going to the burrow.

* Loves visiting shell cottage.

* Loves muggle movies and tv shows.

* Can actually play the piano, he was taught by his mother and muggle grandmother.

James:

* Immediately sorted into Gryffindor

* Learned Quidditch from teddy and his parents at a young age

* Was the biggest supporter for the Holly Head Harpies other than his father

* Absolutely loved Quidditch and was on the team in his second year. The best Potter child at the sport.

* Mesh of his parents, auburn hair, hazel eyes, father’s temper and mother’s affinity for hexing

* The only Potter child to wear glasses.

* Got his ears pierced without permission and teddy did it and took the blame for it.

* Was head over heels for Alice Longbottom and tried to ask her out every year, she finally gave in when he was in his sixth year her fifth.

* Acted out so people don’t think much of him

* Is secretly really smart

* Is very protective over Lily, he’s the worst

* Brave and courageous to the nth degree.

* Oozes confidence, and can be taken for arrogance.

* Ravishes in the spotlight of his family name and uses the “Don’t you know who my father is” excuse to get out of trouble and it doesn’t work on Professor Longbottom or McGonagall at all.

* A jokester and prankster with his best friend and cousin Fred

* His favorite class is defense against the dark arts

* Hates history of magic and Divination

* Only one of his siblings who doesn’t have freckles

* Loves teasing his younger siblings

* Looks up to his father and Teddy and wants to be just like them

* Shunned Albus after his sorting but when he got a howler from his mother about it he stopped.

* Inherited the invisibly cloak and marauders map from his father.

* His godfather is Hagrid, and James makes frequent trips to visit him.

* Spent quite a lot of time in detention

* His patronus is a stag just like his father and grandfather.

* Becomes an auror like his father and Teddy

[ofcjessa]

I’m not good at intros! But hello, i’m sola (she/her) and i’m glad to be apart of this c: i’m twenty three and live in the eastern time zone! this my wild girl jessa, she’s a bit complex but who doesn’t love that! hit this like button and i’ll bother you!

*  ╰   it’s  an  absolute  dishonour  to  meet  you ,  jessica / jessa    .  at  twenty-two ,  you’ve  disgraced  the   blackwood   family  name  &  failed  to  carry  on  their  legacy  as  an  elite  .  as  a  result  ,  they’ve  requested  that  we  at  the  academy  do  our  best  to  rid  you  of  your  venality  ,  &  seeing  as  though  they’re  worth    95m  ,  we  dutifully  obliged  .  while  your  recklessness &  cunning  attributes  have  always  promised  failure  , it’s  your  spar  with  wrath  &  intentionally crashing your exe’s new car on his birthday that  got  you  committed  .  before  we  take  possession  of  you  ,  it’s  imperative  that  we  know  that  you  are  a  female who  prefers  she/her pronouns  ,  &  you  resemble  laura harrier  .  your  birthday  is  on mar 24th ,  making  you  a  bewildered aquarius  ,  &  you  were  transported  to  us  all  the  way  from  san diego, calfornia  .  at  the  present  time  ,  you  work  on  campus  at  the bookstore  .  go  ahead  &  purchase  that  extra  large  suitcase  ,  disgrace  .  you’re  going  to  need  it .  /  penned  by  sola  ,  23,  she/her,  eastern.

 Jessica parent's are important to people in this world, and at a young age she had to understand that. Her mother owns a microprocessor company, and her father was a famous actor in the 90s (and now )/humanitarian. There would be rare times where family was together, it seemed that they never had time for eachother...or for her. Growing up, she was a little loner. She had friends, but she only was around them because her mother insisted. When her parent's were away, she stayed with her grandparents or with her nanny.

⦁ During her childhood, Jessa had problems expressing her feelings. Jessa was always told to stay in her place as a child, but it was hard to listen when her parents we're never there. She once told her nanny that she respected her mother than her parents. Also, during school, Jessa was quick to anger because built up emotions. The only time her parents noticed was because of the nanny, so they sent her to therapy. The last straw was the outburst she had at her parent's dinner party. Just a small Jessa screaming at her parents, exposing the lack of existence. They we're so embarrassed that they sent her away to her grandparent's, and they spent a week with her...and bought her a bunch of things. Then they just kept buying her things she wanted to shut her up....and in the long run it wasn't a good idea.

⦁ Jessa  parents had her in the spotlight once in a blue moon. They will stick cameras in her face when her father does something good for the world, or her mother making into Forbes. They wanted to have this image as a humble family, and she will hold the image for them but Jessa was known as a different person outside of that.

⦁ Jessa can't remember not one time she missed a high school party. Even as a freshman, she gained popularity from her status. But she was never the go with the crowd kind of person. She loved parties, and going on adventures with her friends with out telling her parents. Jessa was the “wild child” with her friends .Never cared, reckless, just a venturesome kid who knew the dangers but just took her anyways because.....why the hell not. She had everything that she wanted.  Her  mother and father was concerned and tired of a behavior, and started to give ultimatums that they couldn’t keep themselves. After while she grew out of her partying days and started focusing on her future.

⦁ The reason her parents threw her to the academy, because she took it too far. Jessa knows how to push her parents buttons enough for them to quake until she's satisfied. Her boyfriend was someone that her parents liked since they set them up together. She liked him but in the long run he was used her to get close to her mother.

⦁ Jessa had her suspicion that he was cheating on her. She could never confront him on the matter because it never seem like the right time. Finally, she went to her mother to get a little advice, but her mother brushed it off as "paranoia". Jessa never spoke on it again, until she gathered more confidence to ask her exe herself. He told her what she wanted to hear, and she let him off until she started recieving texts.

⦁ A day before her ex's birthday, she received texts from the other girl who threaten to release the texts to social media. He was cheating on her also. Jessa was never the one to cry, but that's the first time she experienced heartbreak. There was times that night Jessa thought her plan was...unnecessary but...no one was going to make her cry.

⦁ On the night of his birthday, Jessa drove his new car...her parent's bought him to welcome into her mother's company, and crashed it in a ditch....with her in it. They founded her bloody on the side of the road with a cigarette in her mouth. And she was arrested for disturbing the peace. Luckily her father knew the chief of police, and they let her go the next day. It already got social media attention, and her parents had to make public apology. When she came back home, her bags we're packed and ready to go.

Jessa has the sweetest face, that could turn on you in a minute. She's embodiment of bothered in the outside, but probably planning your doom inside. She doesn't share too much about herself as she thinks it's easy to find out who she is. Her emotions is complex, sometimes it's better for her to keep her mouth close, but most of the time she's straightforward and never bite her tongue.  Jessa has times where he’s this down to earth, humble girl, and flip the script and become wacky and wild. But also having a lot of love to give, but doesn’t know how to show it.  Jessa is still reckless, and that's will be the hardest thing during her time at the academy. She's observant and calculative, she carefully weighs each word and action to her advantage.

Connections

1. partners-in-crime ; this is my favorite , not gonna lie . it sounds really lame but something like a wingman , but not really a sidekick . two characters ( they don’t have to get along extremely well !! ) who stick by the other’s side when in trouble && they often commit a lot of pranks/tricks on other people. seen by other characters as inseparable , this can be an alternative to a best friend of sorts ? or you could just have partners who don’t really get along well but still do things together because the dynamic is amazing !! and everyone just stares in awe at the two tbh because if you can become partners-in-crime with your enemy , you might as well be super dangerous !!

5. we always meet wtf ? ; ok i don’t have a proper name for this i’m so sorry !! anyway like two characters who meet everywhere they go ,, like at the bakery, on the street, on a train ,, wherever it is ,, you name it , they’ve met there at least thrice . and you can make it so it’s intentional or not ,, the freedom is yours to choose !! and it could go anywhere from here !!

7. childhood friends ; this one is super simple but can either be angsty or just nice ! maybe they could’ve been inseparable as children but grew apart because of their clashing personalities , or they can still be inseparable now , but one has a crush on the other. ( bonus points if it’s a same-sex friendship & one’s straight / hasn’t come out ) they could also have never spoken in a decade and it will either be a. awkward or b. super nice and fun and friendly !! this can go in so many ways i’m just gonna let your imaginations flow !!

8. friends-with-benefits ; this is fun — maybe they’re not exactly fucking , just kissing and always flirting with each other as they go . some can be shameless , others more secretive & choosing to keep it away from their other friends , while some just show it off to the whole world. not necessarily a relationship , but not just friends either — this label can encompass the grey area between the two distinct platonic & romantic relationships, so go wild !! have fun with this idea ! woo !

9. enemies ; ok so who doesn’t love an angsty rivals/enemies plot ? and to top it off , maybe one has a thing for the other , or maybe they’ve done something wrong to the other , like blackmail them , cheat with their partner etc etc. or it could just be a competition for popularity or being number one in sports , studies , anything tbh !! this is fun & a really refreshing connections from all the types of friends you’ve got !! maybe even ‘we’re enemies in front of you but we’re fooling around behind your back’ ?

10. sweethearts ; they don’t have to necessarily ever date , just two very liked people who everyone seems to think are dating , or are fooling around . maybe they haven’t , and actually resent each other , or they’ve fucked and loved it too much but a parent disapproves of the relationship , it can go so many ways i’m just going to leave it at this !!

11. work buddies/class; this is very generic & more like acquaintances , but can also lead to something cool , like ‘hey we’re supposed to be doing a project but instead we’re egging your neighbor’s house’ or ‘i really like you and i know a lot about you but i’m going to pretend i don’t know a thing because then it’ll get awkward fast’. something along the lines of ‘weren’t you the person i had a one-night stand with?’ would also be neat !!