#ben copper drabble

[carewyncromwell]

Merula 🤝 Carewyn

tw: brief mention of attempted suicide, mention of murder

It was a Monday, and the day Chiara finally deemed Carewyn well enough to leave the Hospital Wing. Carewyn's weeks-long neglect of herself after Rowan's death had brought her dangerously close to ending her own life, and Chiara had been passionate in not letting Carewyn go back to her own devices until she was sure her friend's physical and emotional health had both improved. Fortunately one thing that gave Carewyn focus was the newly formed Circle of Khanna.

Carewyn was only one of five founding members of the Circle. Ben had actually been the one to come up with the name. Bill, always Carewyn's right-hand man when it came to dealing with the Vaults, had served as de facto leader while Carewyn was recovering. The people who'd really worked to do the most recruiting, however, were the other two ringleaders, Charlie and Merula. And it was Merula who met Carewyn outside the Hospital Wing so they could talk on their way down to Potions class.

"Hello, Merula," said Carewyn.

"You look like rubbish, Cromwell," Merula said dryly.

She started down the hall beside Carewyn, her magenta eyes ran over the other girl's face critically.

"...I don't think I ever realized just how much makeup you put on every morning," she said absently.

"So says the queen of mascara," Carewyn shot back very coolly.

"I never said I didn't put on makeup," Merula huffed.

She looked a bit more pensively at Carewyn as they walked.

"It's just...I've never once seen you break out, or get chapped lips, or have a bad hair day," she said absently. "I felt like I was rooming with a bloody china doll."

"You sure didn't treat me like a china doll," Carewyn said very coolly. "Or do you frequently shut china dolls into rooms with Devil's Snare?"

"I said I was sorry about that, okay?" Merula shot back in annoyance. "What I mean is it was annoying to be around Little Miss Perfect all the time, when you're constantly having to apply bubotuber pus to your hairline."

Her lips curled up into more of a smirk.

"But looking at you like this...your eye bags really are awful."

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows. "Almost as bad as my brother's?"

Something in Merula's eyes lit up with genuine amusement. "Yeah, actually!"

She laughed. It was a kind of laugh Carewyn wasn't used to hearing out of Merula -- mocking and full of schadenfreude, sure, but not wholly mean-spirited. Maybe even a bit happy, strange as it sounded. Carewyn figured it had to be because of the mention of Jacob, and the reminder of Merula's crush on her brother made her wince a bit.

She'd be lucky if Jacob even put things together fast enough to turn her down nicely, Carewyn thought dully. However academically and magically brilliant Jacob was, he'd always been notoriously dumb when it came to dealing with people, and if there was one person he was bound to never see in any kind of a romantic light, it was Merula Snyde.

The memory of Jacob, and of how much he'd pushed her away this last year, hurt Carewyn the longer it lingered -- so, shifting her gaze to the wall, she shifted gears, becoming much more serious.

"...How are your recruiting efforts coming along?"

Merula's face instantly grew more serious too.

"Good," she said in a slightly lower voice. "Charlie's already recruited Egwu, Winger, and Barnaby...and I talked to Diego, and he's all up to giving Rakepick what-for. Apparently after what happened to Khanna, he's been blasting dummies apart on the regular."

Carewyn raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah...Ismelda overheard Sprout inviting Diego to her office for some tea and fairy cakes, after finding him on the Training Grounds with about ten ruined dummies."

"Wow..."

Carewyn's eyes fell down to the floor. She had a hard time visualizing someone as amiable and suave as Diego being so uncomposed.

"I know," said Merula. "Even when I went to go talk to him, he didn't smile at all...except a little one when I told him you were okay: he asked as soon as he saw me," she added with a rather dismissive shrug. "But well...everyone's upset, about what happened to Khanna. Ismelda too -- she asked to join up."

Carewyn was taken aback. "She did? But...why would she do that? Ismelda's never liked me."

"So? Neither have I, yet I'm still here," Merula said airily. She then grew much more serious again. "Cromwell...as much as we're not friends, we were both there, in the Forest. In the Portrait Vault too. We both saw Rakepick betray us -- we both saw her kill Khanna."

The reminder of what had happened to Rowan made Carewyn close up like a clam -- she closed her eyes and turned away, trying to shut out the flash of green and Rowan's vacant eyes from her memory. Merula pressed on regardless.

"You and I both have reason to want Rakepick to face justice...and as long as Rakepick walks free, she's a threat to all of us. Ismelda knows that just as well as we do."

Her magenta eyes drifted off toward the wall ahead of them absently as they migrated down the stairs.

"And well," she added a bit more uncomfortably under her breath as they reached the landing, "as much as Khanna was your friend...she didn't deserve this. She..." she swallowed, "...she didn't deserve to die."

Carewyn didn't answer. Her blue eyes stayed locked on the far wall. Merula waited for a moment for a response, and upon not getting one, moved on again.

"You aren't the only one who misses Khanna, Cromwell," she muttered. "I hope you're not so arrogant to assume that."

Carewyn looked up, her blue eyes very sharp. "I know that."

Rowan deserves all the love she's received. She's always deserved it.

Her expression then gained more of its composure back as she shifted her gaze ahead again to the stone wall.

"...I just...wouldn't have expected so many people would want to help me, after everything," she said lowly.

After all of the lies, all my pretending...after Rowan...

A wince pulsed through Carewyn's features as the memory of that green light from Rakepick's wand danced over her eyes again.

It was because of me that she was there...because of me that she...

Merula scoffed. "Hey, you somehow opened all the Cursed Vaults, made Prefect, and ended up Little Miss Popular without even wanting it. Things have always been easy for you..."

"'Easy?'" Carewyn said very coldly. "Are you sure you want to have my life, Merula?"

Merula faltered. Her eyes flickered down over the dark, skull-like bags under Carewyn's eyes, before she immediately shifted her gaze down to the floor.

"That's...that's not what I meant," she mumbled, her voice betraying some vulnerability despite herself.

She went very quiet.

"...I just mean that people tend to flock around you. You've always gotten people to like you -- to do things for you, without you asking them to. I mean, Orion Amari's still knocking on your door with invitations to rejoin the Quidditch team, after you only ever played in one game. Flitwick's always favored you, almost as much as Copper -- not to mention you managed to get a talented older student like Bill on your side, even while you were only a second year..."

Coming to a halt outside the Potions classroom, Merula brought a hand through her bangs to shift them out of her face.

"You've always had people willing to help you," she said a bit more stiffly. "I guess I just don't see why that's so weird to you now."

Carewyn considered Merula for a long moment. Then, glancing toward the door of the Potions classroom, she shook her head.

"...I guess it's because...I know I don't deserve it," she admitted lowly. "I'm only one person -- someone small, and weak, and powerless, in the face of something like R. And as much as I want to help, I know there's so much I can't do...that I can't control. I can't protect the people I love, and I can't even protect myself. And even if I have to fight because I have no other choice...well, those people do have a choice. They can turn around and walk away. So I suppose...it'll always be weird to me, when people want to help me."

Merula scoffed. "What, that you're a normal bloody human being like the rest of us? Play me a violin, Cromwell."

Despite saying this, though, the dark-haired Slytherin actually smirked.

"Come on -- let's get to class. When we're done, maybe you can help me coax Tulip and Tonks on-board."

"I'm not going to coax them to join," Carewyn said stubbornly. "The danger's too great for me to wax poetic about justice and friendship. If they want to join the Circle, then it will be their decision alone."

Merula sighed. "Knowing your luck, Cromwell, that approach will probably be just what's needed to get them eating out of your hand..."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[viivzn]

Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

CLANDESTINE | sbg gang X wonyoung!reader | m. list

tw. none/barron the stank 🤮🤮

a/n. ew barron mentioned smh!! 🙀 also i know i did this very late but uh here u go 🐢🐢,, i think it'll be a oneshot mixed w some drabbles too cuz!!

a/n#2. also new style?! 🗣️ enjoy btw!!

Being a conspiratorial idol is a struggle ━━━ for the most part of studying at a school where some ruckus or tumult occuring most of the time, a majority of times, you'd have to wear a mask when you're not that congenial nor cozy in public, although as luck would have it, you're glad none of your friends at least knew your whole idol type of experience neither your existence as an artist. thence, you're pretty much at ease hanging around them, so you wouldn't really wear your mask on.

Until a fucking guy named “Barron” whom supposedly the school's trouble maker and a mass shitty manipulator ━━━ was talking about your whole secret identity with his friends or other schoolfellows in the corridors, they were crowding the confined hallway until you came making everyone proceed to you, presumably asking for an autograph, picture, etc. though everyone eventually stopped when a schoolmaster came in your way. you expected your group of friends to be here early than you yet your expectations failed to avail. at least for you.

The following day came, you were slightly overwhelmed or easily agitated, all owing to the fact yesterday and mostly Barron. and there he was again, talking about you for the fact that he still continued till now, and shit you were literally about to throw hands for that guy until Taylor suprised you from behind, and it added MORE problems to your mind, one, your circle of friends might hear what that boy is talking about, two, they might hate you for hiding it from them, three, they'll leave you forever leaving no friends which is pretty much a skill issue, four you'll become depressed over a simple problem which is huge to you.

Nonetheless, by good fortune, class had already started as your schoolmates passed by to their classrooms along with Barron to say the least.

⠀✦

"anyone else find [name] acting completely different till yesterday?" taylor questioned the group with a hint of concern in her voice. "yeah, she seems... dull. from my point of view to say the least of it." taylor's other twin responded with a compact shrug, earning a glance from others. "maybe some problems at home?" logan muttered, placing his palm under his jaw, "nah, her fam is fine." the blonde spoke confidently, leaning back on his seat, "how are you so sure? i mean, you're not that close to her either—", "asked their parents, they're all in good terms lol"

"you can't just question her parents without her knowledge—", "already did" the boy grinned insolently while he scrolled through his rectangular device, receiving a dagger from tyler as he looked back at the group.

"i did hear something about her from Barron," Ashlyn pressed a few buttons from her device before revealing a group of people, "plus there's this one girl who exactly looks like her", "or maybe [name]'s face card is too powerful?—" , "nope, this exactly looks like [name]. you can't change my mind" Tyler debated, looking fixedly at Ashlyn's phone.

"she looks nice" ben wrote on a pad of paper, receiving a small nod from others. "but why would she hide it from us though?" the deep brown haired girl was baffled, her face scrunched up. "maybe because she doesn't have confidence in us? i don't know" the copper hair coloured girl breathed heavily to show disappointment. "okay, let's just pretend we don't know any information we just acknowledge because—" taylor explained until she was cut by a notification from the gc, along with the other people from her group. nevertheless, there revealed a picture of [name] in her artist or idol form, in addition of aiden's message; "this u? loll".

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!!! <33

[benscursedkid]

I’m just going to ask again because every writer can practice and your writing is so great. Same character, different prompt. Ben Copper with #29 please? You write him so well and I cannot get enough of your Ben Copper fics!! Much love, ravenoftheclaw

of course, omL you’re so sweet~

thank you so much for requesting, i’m glad you enjoy my little blurbs, it means a lot!! much love to you as well!!💞

ben x mc!reader

words: 1.2k

genre: angst

warnings: none!!

a/n: takes place after graduation and mc is a curse breaker!! gender and house neutral!!

okay can i just say how sorry i am that it took so long?? i’ve been all over the place today and haven’t had the time for much of anything but either way i hope you enjoy!!

Your eyes are lidded and tired as you shuffle into your apartment, the door clicking softly shut behind you. Your limbs are heavy and your bones ache as you peel your shoes off at the entrance. Next thing to go is your coat and you send a quick longing glance towards the fridge before wandering over to the living room.

“I’m home,” You call out, not sure whether you’ll a response this time. Ben should be out of work by now...

You were supposed to return home to your husband fiur days ago, but with Merula our sick you and Bill were on your own. Things just didn’t progress as quickly as you anticipated with a colleague short. You’d tried to get here as fast as you could, but with a job like yours, this is something to be expected.

Unfortunately, with all of your latest jobs having gone the same way, a rift has driven itself between you and Ben. It’s not hard to see why, if you’re being honest. He hates being alone for extended periods of time and being his spouse, your job is supposed to be to keep him company, but lately that just hasn’t been the case. It’s not something you’re proud of but it’s the job.

The pitter patter of feet across the floor sounds as you contemplate whether or not crashing on the couch right now would be appropriate. You’re exhausted and just want some sleep.

It goes silent and you look up to find Ben staring at you, leaning against the wall as he studied you. Vaguely, you wonder when the greetings shifted from warm hugs and flustered kisses on the cheeks to empty stares.

“Hey...” You mumble, the feeble wavering of your voice almost twisting your lips into a frown at how wrong it feels.

“Hi,” The blonde supplies, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re finally back, I see.”

You nod, your feet begging you for a break, but you refuse, your focus attuned to the man in front of you. “Yeah, sorry I’m so late. We got held up without Merula there and everyone was thrown off.”

“Yeah, of course,” He smiles pleasantly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, a tell-tale sign he’s putting up a front. On instinct, you call him out on it.

“What?” You ask, knowing full well that he’s hiding something. It would worry you if you didn’t, having been married for two years now.

Ben shakes his head, waving your concerns off, albeit uneasily. He heads to the kitchen. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re my husband, Ben, of course I’m going to worry about it.”

He stops then, feet halting and his head dropping back to stare up at the ceiling. His tongue clicks in vexation. When he speaks again, it’s only a whisper but it rings in your ears for the rest of the night.

“...Then maybe you should act like it.”

A pause. “Wha–What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath before rounding on you. It’s only now that you take in the clear bags under his eyes and the deep sag of his shoulders. He looks about as exhausted as you feel and you wonder how you didn’t notice it before.

“I mean, MC, that if I wanted to live by myself I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me.”

Even when you can hear the anger, the disappointment in his voice, his face doesn’t change. He remains calm and stoic, almost cold, and you can’t help but try to pinpoint when that changed.

You can’t remember. You can’t remember and it kills you.

“Ben,” You say, not entirely believing the things you’re hearing. “I’m sorry I’m gone sometimes, but you know it isn’t always like this. We were just down a person this time, next time will be different.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

“Last time–”

“I know, MC,” He sighs, fingers flying to his temples to try and ease the pain beginning to form there. “Last time you were ambushed and the time before that there was a chimera and a hippogriff at the scene, I know. But what about next time, hm?”

“What about next time?”

“You can’t promise things will be different, MC, you don’t know!” The wizard cries, exploding, a thing that you both know is never good. Not when it only happens as a result of long overdue lent up emotions and likely months of holding his tongue. “There’s always something! What if next time Bill is out and the time after that one of you get injured? You can’t know those things!”

Your mind is racing, your words unable to catch up. How long has he felt this way? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? Are you really that bad?

You shake the thoughts away and reach out to grab his hand. He lets you, even with a frown permanently etched into his features.

“Ben...” You venture gently, soothingly, as if he’s glass and you’re afraid he’ll break. “Where is all this coming from?”

“I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” He deflates, letting you walk him to the coach, but stops before allowing himself to sit down.

“Tired of what?” You inquire, your heart stuck in your throat, afraid at what this could mean.

You squeeze his hand that’s still held tightly in yours, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin. It seems to calm him enough to coax an answer from his lips.

“I’m tired of waiting here, alone in this apartment that we got together, wondering where you are, if you’re okay and safe and alive, and why you haven’t come home yet.”

“Ben–”

“No, that’s it, MC! I’m done with it, with this! I understand your job is demanding, I really do, but so is a marriage,” He tears his hand from yours and begins pacing around the kitchen, far enough away from you to give him the clarity to think. “I’m sick of never knowing what’s going on with you and where we stand with each other. This isn’t how things are supposed to be, it can’t be!”

“What are you saying Ben?”

He falters, stumbling briefly over his words before taking a deep breath. His usually kind brown eyes slide over to you, now full of sorrow and resignation.

“I’m saying that maybe we should... take some time.”

“From each other?”

“...Yeah.”

You don’t say anything, you can’t. Not when nothing seems adequate or good enough. Not when your husband has just told you that you should take a break, because really, what do you say to that?

Sensing that he won’t receive much of an answer, Ben nods silently and retreats back over to the door. He grabs his coat and slips it on over his shoulder. His hand lands on the doorknob, opening the door to see himself out when the words wrestle out from your throat.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

It’s all you can say, all you can think of even, and Ben’s shoulders drop and the saddest of sighs leave his mouth.

“Of course I do,” He murmurs and you believe him. He’d never been the type to lie and especially not about something like this. It’s something you always admired about him, valued in his character, but somehow, the words don’t make you feel any better.

“But I just don’t know if that’s enough anymore.”

With that, this time the door clicks shut on his way out and for once it’s you left alone in the apartment, the wind whispering and whistling in your ears like the words you should have said before.

[nightmaresart]

How about 41 with Ryan and Ben? 💚

Uhm, yes? God I love these two so much ngl, so thank you for requesting them🥺💞

This isn't proof read but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's been a rough week for both Ben and Ryan, studying for your NEWTS isn't something that you can do in one day, so it was only reasonable that the couple was tired.

The duo was currently slumped down in the courtyard with their notes scattered around them, reminding them of the amount of work that was ahead of them. Ryan instantly groaned and allowed himself to fall on his back, arms stretched upwards while cracking his knuckles. "I absolutely loathe this Ben.." Ryan sighed before sitting back up with a slight scowl covering his face.

Ben looked up to see the small scowl on Ryan's face, "I know, but it's still important to pass our NEWTS with good grades." He casually pointed out, reminding Ryan that there was in fact a reason behind their study sessions.

A low hum escaped the Slytherin, Ryan tapped with his fingers on the ground before getting up and placing himself directly infront of Ben, which startled him a little. Showing his hands to the Gryffindor, he made a soft motion for Ben to give his hands, "Give me your hands please, Ben."

With a soft sigh Ben put his notes away and gave Ryan his hands, instantly feeling how the other started to rub circles over the back of his hands. A small smile slowly made it's way to Ben's face as he leaned his forehead against Ryan's.

Ryan focused his eyes from their hands to Ben's brown eyes and a smile soon covered his face as well. Ryan always loved these soft moments, where they could just appreciate each others presence and touch.

If anyone would walk into the courtyard right now, they would see the duo sitting in a corner, foreheads pressed together with sheepish smiles covering their faces. It was absolutely sickeningly sweet, but the two of them couldn't care less.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@death-or-sleep

[hogwartsmc]

A small ball of fluff.

Little drabble.

Word count: 635 words

MC hangs out with Barnaby, Ben and Pagaillou (aka Sickleworth but his name in french is too cute so i kept it).

(Note: Hufflepuff Mc, her name here is Lucie)

Lucie was cuddling Pagaillou on a bench in the courtyard. Barnaby was sitting in awe next to her, waiting for his turn to hug the niffler. Ben who was also present had decided to sit further away. The creature made him uneasy.

-Then i suppose we can finish with the drawing of the star chart. Lucie concluded.

-Yeah sure! Barnaby absently said.

-Barnaby! That was a trick question, we start with the star chart. You're not paying attention. Lucie disapprovingly said. Ben, what do you think?

-I think it's fine whichever way you do it.

-But i'm not good at Astronomy, that's why i'm asking for help. She pouted. Pagaillou understands me!

She caressed the niffler's head softly making the animal turn to try and catch her hand. She chuckled and Barnaby'eyes got even wider.

-He's so cute. He whispered. Why did Rakepick let you take him again?

-Vaults business. Lucie simply said.

-You think she'll let you keep it?

-No way that's gonna happen. Lucie sighed. She needs him and he's used to her so.

-Nifflers aren't pets anyway. Ben shot a look at the animal from afar. He would burst the castle apart if left unsupervised.

-But he's so cute! Barnaby exclaimed, tapping one of the niffler's paws.

Sickleworth immediatly got drawn to the ring he had on his left hand, and Barnaby was so whipped that he let him have it.

-Barnaby, don't let him take your stuff. He won't give it back. Lucie warned him.

-I know. He happily said.

Ben shook his head, not as amused as his friends. Was he the only one realising the chaos capacity of this small ball of fluff?

-Too bad Snape doesn't wear anything of value. Lucie dreamily said.

-He'd probably lash out on Pagaillou!

-Yeah you're right Barnaby, that's not worth it.

Lucie lifted the niffler above her head and started talking cutely to it before bringing it closer to her face and kissing him.

-So lucky! Barnaby muttered under his breath.

Lucie put the niffler back on her lap, before turning to her friends once again.

-Maybe we could make him take a look at the divination classroom. She said in an innocent tone.

-I don't think nifflers care about tea leaves.

-What did professor Trelawney even do to you?!. Ben was horrified.

-Well... Let me think. Lucie feigned to think hard. Oh right, she predicts my death every lesson. Tells me i'm going to find my dead brother's corpse. And also that i'll bring bad luck and destruction with me everywhere i go for the rest of my life. She raised her hands. But i suppose she's a pleasant woman!

Ben and Barnaby observed her in silence for a while.

-I'll sneak him in. Ben shakingly said.

-Let's do it together. Barnaby got up and extended a hand to both his friends.

Lucie gladly took it. Ben did too. And so they went on their way.

Later that day, there was a big commotion in the northern tower of the castle. Rumor had it Ben Copper had released a horrifying beasts in the halls. Naturally, no one believed it. But the new found respect Tonks and Tulip had for the fearful Gryffindor made more than one eyebrow raise.

As a result of the incident divination class was canceled for the rest of the week, to the delight of most students. Professor Trelawney had been shaken to her core as she seemed persuaded it was an omen something terrible would happen.

-I bet she didn't see that one coming. Ben joked as Lucie let out a big laugh.

-Now let's toast on the great news! She grinned.

-Pagaillou stole my glass! Barnaby exclaimed as he was battling with something inside his robes, making his friends laugh even harder.

The end

[delicrieux]

OCTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE. day 1, word: uncanny. (  strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way ) request:  Will you do more Dark!Ben x reader imagines?

masterlist | support me | commissions!

The castle feels odd. Different. As if every single detail had been tilted, twisted, yet so lightly it is near impossible to notice. The corridors appear longer. The staircases spiral into an endless vertigo. The lights are dimmer; the weather is horrid, a mixture of harsh wind slaps and cold rain. Even the ghosts are unnerved, silent, idling in corners, hoping to go unnoticed.

You clutch your books closer to your chest, shoulders squared, eyes, glistening, sleepless, though alert. You gulp. Uncanny. That’s the word you would use to describe the atmosphere of upcoming Hallows Eve. It is still but a month away and yet the whole world seems changed. You feel watched, but there is no one around. Like a helpless herbivore, doomed to suffer under the hand of the predator that is destined to eat her.

The candles spark from their heat, flicker. The lonely corridor stretches on. All paintings are vacant. The armour does not move. The homey, rustic colours of Hogwarts are faded, cold. You release a pent up breath, feeling a shiver crawl up your spine. You fasten your pace, even if just a bit. You have a gut feeling; it’s daunting.

A door creaks open to your right and cringing at the noise you spare a glance at the darkness of the room behind it. Your heart skips a beat. You stop in your tracks when your eyes connect with the kind ones of Ben Copper.

“Oh! It’s you.” You say, your voice dripping with ease. Your shoulders slump as you relax. Ben offers you a warm smile as he closes the classrooms door behind him, his wand, in a seamless motion, sparking with a locking charm that you are certain never left his lips. You raise a curious brow, your fear all but forgotten, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing, really.” His face twists with uncertainty, “I was just…practicing spells. And thinking about ways not to injure myself. You know how much I think about that? A lot.”

You crack a smile, “Well, I was just on my way to meet up with Rowan,” There is an unfamiliar flash of hatred in his eyes, though it fades before you can even register it, “and the others…” You finish slowly. “Feel free to join me?”

“Oh, uhm, I wouldn’t…want to bother. Especially if you are up to something.” He fiddles with his fingers, nervously glances to the side, “And you definitely are. Always.”

“Not always.” You counter cheerfully, “C’mon, join us? No one would mind.” You feel heat pick on your skin, “I mean, I wouldn’t. Either.”

You fail to notice his stoic expression, a marble statue without even a ripple of warmth. You are far too preoccupied watching a drunken citizen wander back into his shop. The painting is like a movie.

“Then let’s go.” Ben breaks the silence, his voice velvety, low. You blush behind your freckles. You almost always forget that he, too, can be brave and bold and straightforward. “…Lead the way.” He adds fretfully. You snicker. Ah, there, he is back to his anxious lovable self.

Perhaps the slight changes in the castle, and even in him, were just your imagination?

The two of you fall into step; their sound is swallowed by the carpeting. The corridor and its mysterious distortion… is left behind you.

requests are open!

[aria-xue]

A kiss goodnight 🌙 | Ben Copper x Reader

Author’s Note: You’re a pureblood wizard in this one. No specific house is given to the reader in this drabble.

Word count: 1941

Summary: You’ve been wanting to confront Ben about something that’s been bothering you lately. Tonight was the night; what could he be hiding?

The Great Hall buzzed with a lively atmosphere as students piled in, making their way to their house’s tables. Many of them were already in their cliques laughing and smiling over events that happened throughout the day. You had just arrived for dinner with Rowan. The aroma of food wafted through the air as you stepped foot into the Great Hall, taking in the dimly lit room and the crackling of the fireplace. Rowan was to your right, walking with their face burrowed into a textbook. They looked up from their book to speak.

“So, are you ready for the upcoming potions exam?” Rowan looked towards you. Just the word ‘potion’ was enough to make you groan in pain.

“No, I’m not.” You let out another groan, causing Rowan to laugh.

“Well, it’s free-period after dinner, would you like to study with me?” They had invited you to study at the library with them. This was too good to pass up - with Rowan’s knowledge you would be able to pass with at least a decent grade. You nodded your head. “Great, I’ll meet you there!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a certain blonde sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Wanting to surprise the boy, you told Rowan to take a seat at your house table, telling them that you would catch up to them later. Then, you made your way to the unsuspecting Gryffindor.

Plop! You put your head on his shoulder. The poor boy let out a blood-curdling shriek, dropping his sandwich in the process. The sound caused a couple of students at the surrounding tables to turn towards him.

“(Y-Y/N)!! You scared me!” Ben’s face contorted with worry as he turned his head to look at you.the way he looked at you caused your heart to pound with guilt. You offered him an apologetic smile and lifted your head from his shoulder. You then began to take a seat next to him.

“Sorry, Ben! I thought that you’d be used to me by now!” You cast him a sad look, looking down towards the floor.

Silence...

“S-so, what did you need, (Y/N)?” He stuttered out. You chuckled at his response; the way he puffed his cheeks when he got flustered was adorable.

“Nothing! I just wanted to come over and say hello!” You could see his soft features relax as the tension left his face. Everything about Ben was adorable - his smile, his stutters, and even some of his fears - they all left you feeling helpless. Truth be told, you just wanted to spend time with Ben. Every second you spent with him was precious. Who would have thought that you had a crush on this ‘cowardly Gryffindor’ - as many other students referred to him as. You couldn’t exactly explain the way your heart fluttered when he smiled, or why you turned to mush when he begged you to help him with his potions essay. Perhaps it was his gentle nature that roped you in. Or maybe it was his smile that captured your heart. Whatever it was, one thing was true: you fancied the Cowardly Gryffindor.

You watched him as he took another sandwich from the platter. The look in his eyes was distant, as if he was lost in thought.

There it was again: the awkward pause between your conversations. He became distant ever since you decided to take a break from your quest to search for the rest of the cursed vaults. There weren’t many opportunities to speak with him; you barely saw Ben anymore. He sat on the other side of the room during Charms and generally avoided you during flying lessons. It was getting on your nerves, you wanted nothing more than to spend time with him! Apart from the occasional wave in the halls, there was little to no interaction between the two of you. It was as if he was running from you...

Ben’s eyes shifted downward. He took yet another bite of his sandwich.

“Is there something interesting on the floor?” You stifled your laughter while asking him.

Silence…

“Hello? Ben?”

No response… you heaved a sigh, tapping him gently. “Hey, are you feeling well?” Now you were concerned.

Ben finally responded. “Ah, sorry. I was just thinking about Charms. I didn’t fully comprehend today’s lecture.” The Gryffindor looked away with an apologetic chuckle.

“I see, would you like to borrow my notes? Or perhaps I could try and explain it to you?” The blonde thought about it for a minute before taking you up on the offer.

“... if you would be willing to…” Ben trailed off again. He yet again, broke eye contact with you, lowering his eyes down to the floor. Breathing out a sigh, you got up from the table.

“Great! Why don’t we meet at the library after dinner? It’s free period, so we’ll be able to study there!” You waved goodbye to the cowardly Gryffindor.

Your pace was quick, and your mind was swirling with thoughts. The Gryffindor’s behaviour seemed off. ‘What the bloody hell is going on with him?’ Was the thought that went through your head. You could see Rowan at the end of the hall, absorbed in their textbook.

Taking a seat next to them, you knew that you had one thing to do: Vent.

——-

“DAMN IT, ROWAN!” You balled your fists in frustration. Rowan sighed, placing a bookmark on the page. They looked at you while shaking their head.

“Merlin’s Beard, please calm down, (Y/N)!” Rowan put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to console you.

“Rowan, how can I remain calm? Ben has been avoiding me like the damn Plague!” Rowan watched you angrily stabbed your Baked Potato with a spoon. Damn, they felt really sorry for that potato… Rowan heaved a sigh.

“(Y/N), take a deep breath and think about what’s changed in our fourth year..” Rowan urged you to stop and think. “As fourth years, our workload has nearly doubled compared to our third year. As a result, the majority of our year has been spent studying. Thus it’s perfectly reasonable for there to be little interaction between the two of you!” Rowan went on preaching about the Hogwarts curriculum.

Rowan was right, because of the accelerated workload that fourth years received, many students spent every waking second barricading themselves in walls made of textbooks. You were no different - as a result of this increase, your pursuit of the cursed vaults halted. You now devoted the majority of your time to academic work.

Rowan’s explication made sense, but you weren’t completely satisfied. They were absolutely done with your shit. Rowan opened their mouth to speak. “If you need answers, then the most effective solution is to ask him yourself. It’s never good to assume what someone is feeling. Good luck, (Y/N).” Those were the words Rowan left you before opening their book again.

With Rowan’s constant pushing, you walked to the Gryffindor table. There Ben was, eating yet another sandwich. You tapped his shoulder.

“Hey!” You waved at him. “May I talk to you after dinner?”

Ben paused for a second. “Y-yeah, sure. I guess…” he trailed off.

“Thank you, Ben. I’ll come find you after dinner,” a smile formed on your face as you made your way back to Rowan.

—-

Dinner was soon coming to an end. Many students began to leave along with their cliques, heading to their usual spots. Some left to study in the library while others wandered the halls of the castle.

While getting up, you spotted Ben scurrying out of the Great Hall. Your footsteps sped up so that you could catch up with the Gryffindor. It seemed safe to conclude that he was definitely running from you.

“Ben!” You raised your voice in attempt to reach him. He froze for a few seconds before turning towards you.

“H-hey…” Ben shifted his gaze towards the floor again. You finally caught up to him, he couldn’t run from you Forever. Taking his hand into yours, you began to pull him into an almost abandoned corridor. “(Y-Y/N)?!” The distress in Ben’s voice lingered in the way he said your name.

“Ben, please…” you stopped in a barely-lit corner. “We need to talk.”

“R-right. What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t like beating around the bush, so I’ll get right to it.” You crossed your arms, turning to face the Gryffindor. “Have you been avoiding me?”

silence, yet again. Ben paused before opening his mouth to speak. He gave a silent ‘yes’.

“So you have?” you raised an eyebrow at his remark. “Why?” You couldn’t hear much of his response, the only thing you caught was the word ‘mudblood’. Leaning in closer, you gave out a “Huh?” Ben raised his voice.  

“A pureblood like you shouldn’t be seen with a mudblood like me.” Those words triggered you, really hard. You snapped.

“Is that what all this is about?!” The poor boy was taken aback by your sudden outburst. “You think that I care about blood status? Your bloodline has nothing to do with who you are!” Ben opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, you continued. “The things that really define a wizard are your actions and what you stand for!” You took his hands into yours. “You are an amazing wizard! If I made a list of all the things that make you amazing, it’d extend from the East Towers to the Great Hall!”

Ben was quiet. It was silent again You’ve had enough of it. “Oh, to hell with this damned silence!” you paused for a moment before speaking again. “Ben, please, out of all the things I’ve said to you, let this one sink in…. Your bloodline does not define you. And if people can’t look past your ‘mudblood’ status, then they don’t deserve to have you as a friend.”

The Gryffindor finally spoke. “I’m sorry…” He dropped his hands to his sides, staring at his shoes.

You heaved a sigh before running your hands through your hair. “Perhaps it’s about time I told you… maybe if I told you about it, you’d stop avoiding me.” you gave him a small smile before continuing. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to say this. I guess it’s now or never…” In a swift motion, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “I like you a lot, Ben. As in more than an ally or a friend… I fancy you.” His eyes met yours momentarily before gazing at the floor again. Before you could say anything, you felt a pair of cool, clammy hands caress your cheeks. He brought your face to his, planting a kiss on your lips.

When your lips parted, you were the first to speak. “Not a man of many words, huh?” You laughed.

“I love you too, (Y/N) (L/N).” He brought you closer to him, embracing your figure. The Gryffindor spoke let you go with a wide, toothy grin. You flashed a smile back before coming to your senses. Rowan was waiting for you at the library, and they were probably really ticked off.

“Oh dear! I completely forgot about Rowan, they’re waiting for me at the library! Goodnight, Ben! I’ll see you during breakfast!” You gave Ben another peck on the lips before disappearing around the corner.

Ben stood there dumbfounded, raising a finger to his lips.

“Ben? What are you doing here by yourself?” He turned around to see his prefect standing there with her arms crossed.

“Oh, nothing…” He said before walking away to his dormitory.

[queen-ofsunflowers]

She stared out among the wreckage. It was the destruction that disturbed her the most. Hogwarts had always seemed so strong, so invulnerable, so impenetrable. Carolina guessed that all ended around four years ago when he returned. That’s when the world changed. But now... after the carnage... all of it seemed like a distant nightmare, despite it being only less than a hour ago. The battle... those scars on her heart would never heal.

One of her friends was dead. She had screamed. She had cried. She had tried her best to deny the actuality of it all. But no. Despite her friends’ attempts to shield her from it, Carolina still had seen Tonks lying there. She was dead and cold next to her husband. She was only twenty-five.

And now she was here. Carolina had survived. Somehow, she had survived. The world was moving on like there was nothing wrong. She could see the sun rising over the black lake.

“‘Lina?” Carolina turned. Her friends, those who had stuck by her for over nearly fourteen years now, had found her.

One of the lenses of Rowan’s glasses had been cracked. Their lip was bleeding. Ben looked worse for wear. More likely because of his blood status the Death Eaters showed him no mercy. His arm was in a sling. They would have to get that looked at later. Penny had the ends of her blonde hair singed. There were various stains on her boots. Carolina assumed they were from the potions she used during the battle. The darker stains... she didn’t want to think about it.

Overall, the three looked as battle-worn as Carolina. Clothes were torn, blood was splattered here and there, and bruises were starting to form. She couldn’t imagine the injuries that he couldn’t see.

“Hey,” Carolina said, her voice low and hoarse. She had been shouting spell after spell all night. Her throat hurt.

“You feeling okay?” Penny asked. Carolina shook her head. Those images would never leave her mind. They would haunt her dreams for years to come.

“Are we ever really okay?” Rowan put a hand on her shoulder.

“You want to talk?” All Carolina could do was shake her head. There would be time for talking later.

“We did it,” said Ben. He was right. “We won.” It was a miracle, really. Just went everything looked the darkest... the smallest bit of light had shown through. That light had been their saving grace. It’s the reason why they were standing here right now. Carolina laced her fingers around his good hand. All she did was nod.

“Well... what do we do now?” asked Penny. They had been fighting against the darkness for so long. Carolina wasn’t entirely sure on what to do. They were free to live their own lives now.

“Maybe we could rebuild the Cursed Vaults... I think they were destroyed in the fight,” Rowan muttered. “In hindsight, opening them back up during the year would have been a good way to mess with the Carrows and Snape. I wish we told those kids about them. Should we fix them...?” Carolina smirked before letting out a faint laugh.

“Have fun getting McGonagall to agree to that.”

The four friends sat down on the edge of the ruins, watching the sunrise over the Black Lake.

All was well.

[domaslut]

REQUESTS AND INFOS - HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

Requests are officially opened! Feel free to submit yours by either commenting below this post, or sending a message. I am a university student, which basically means that I struggle to post regularly, yet I do my best to post at least once a week. Still, there are some rules & infos I would love to share with you!

RULES.

Do not pressure me. Once I have received and accepted your request, I will surely work out something to update it as soon as possible;

Do not come at me if I post other stuff before updating your request. I might have been working on a project before you had submitted your request, or I am still mulling over what to write in it;

Comments and opinions are welcomed. I do love reading about your points of views and I truly like replying too. However, please, take note that English is not my mother language and that I might make some mistakes here and there. I will do my best to check out my work before posting. Still, I usually post late at night, or early in the morning (my sleepy head plays tricks on me, have mercy!);

I basically write about any possible theme, with the only exception of: suicide, severe self-harm and pedophilia.

Age gaps are perfectly fine, as long as both of them are 18+, or something like 16-17 and 18-19.

While sending your request, please, make sure to specify if you want a drabble or a one-shot. A drabble is a short sequence of scenes, while a one-shot embraces a large period of time and is usually over 1000 words.

If you would like the request to be about my MC, which you can read some infos about on the pinned post on my blog, and yours, specify it once again! I might even make the realtionship canon: friendship, love story (even if fleeting).

INFOS.

Characters I will write about: FELIX ROSIER, CHESTER DAVIES, BILL WEASLEY, MERULA SNYDE, PENNY HAYWOOD, TALBOTT WINGER, BEN COPPER, ROWAN KHANNA, BARBABY LEE.

Last, but not least, I only write about character x reader (eg: Felix Rosier x reader) and MC x MC (Clarice Blackthrone x YOUR MC) only.

SEND ME REQUESTS, LOVE Y’ALL.

[carewyncromwell]

Ben 🤝 Carewyn

tw: discussion of attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts

Ben Copper was one of Carewyn's very first friends not just at Hogwarts, but in her entire life. In a lot of ways, Ben and Carewyn had been complete opposites at first meeting, with Carewyn being this brave Slytherin paragon and Ben being this shy Gryffindor scaredy-cat, but their shared love and talent for Charms led them to interacting more in class. Once Carewyn publicly stood up for Ben by dueling bully Merula Snyde in the midst of the crowded castle courtyard, their friendship was sealed, and Ben and Carewyn were both 120% in each other's corners.

Of all of Carewyn's friendships, though, her and Ben's went through the most highs and lows, largely because of how much both of them changed. Carewyn had once been an overly emotional, judgmental, slightly insecure girl who was prone to losing her temper and was more open with her problems, but now was as poised, stoic, and lady-like of a Prefect as one could hope to be. Ben -- once a sweet, timid boy afraid of his own shadow -- was now a brusque, authority-questioning daredevil with a fierce, sometimes violent protectiveness toward his friends. What bonded them all the more despite these increasingly dramatic differences, though, continued to be their shared experiences, not just as being friends for so long, but also -- in their sixth year -- witnessing the murder of their mutual close friend, Rowan Khanna.

Carewyn had just left the Hospital Wing following the event and the trauma after it, and quite a few of her friends had rushed to help her get back on her feet again. One of those friends -- understandably -- was Ben.

The week following Carewyn's release, the 6'0 giant Gryffindor insisted on accompanying her to all the classes they had together almost like a bodyguard. Carewyn would've fought it before, both out of her own pride and a desire not to involve her friends in her problems -- but after Rowan's death, she knew how foolish that second line of thinking had always been. And, well, after watching Rowan die...could she blame Ben for being scared?

She glanced at him out the side of her eye.

Ben was scared. Even if he'd so forcibly trying to shut fear off and never be afraid again, so he could protect his friends from Rakepick and R...he was, all the same.

Ben glanced at Carewyn too out the side of his eye as well, and their eyes met, brown on light blue. The Gryffindor paused, as if taking the time to assemble his words in his head before articulating them.

"...I know you don't think you need protection," he said lowly, "but -- "

"It's okay," Carewyn cut him off gently.

She looked ahead toward the hallway rather than him, unable to hold eye contact.

"I know I...haven't given you much reason to have faith in my capability," she said. "Considering I nearly threw my life away -- "

"Bill should not have said that," Ben cut her off much more harshly. "That is not what you did."

Carewyn was startled by Ben's righteous anger. Ben glanced up toward the hall too, his face a mix of frustration and pain as he cobbled together a proper response.

"...You were hurting, Carewyn. You felt responsible for what happened, and you...didn't want to live, knowing that. You didn't feel worthy of living, when she couldn't. That it was your fault, that she couldn't. ...That's not throwing your life away. Professor Flitwick said there's a term for it: it's called 'survivor's guilt.' He said he felt it plenty of times too, during the War -- that plenty of people who experience loss feel that way..."

Something in Ben's eyes darkened, betraying even more of that pain from earlier. Compassion prickling at the corners of her heart, Carewyn reached out a hand and took hold of Ben's arm. The two walked together for a short ways before Carewyn spoke again.

"...Bill didn't mean it that way, Ben," she said quietly.

Ben scoffed.

"He was upset -- and he had plenty of reason to be upset with me, right then. He still does."

"I don't care, he was wrong," Ben said resentfully.

Carewyn gave his arm a light squeeze. It prompted Ben to look down at her, his expression still a muddled mess of emotions.

"I'm glad Flitwick was there for you," she murmured.

When I wasn't, she didn't add verbally, but she hoped it still came through. Fortunately it seemed to, since Ben's eyes softened the slightest bit.

"He asked me to stay after class, after it happened," he explained. "He said he'd been worried about both of us...especially since you weren't talking, then..."

Carewyn nodded.

"He offered me some tea and fairy cakes in his office," Ben said with a choked smile. "Even enchanted them to fly across the room, so I could summon them over to me when I was finally in the mood to eat one..."

Carewyn gave his arm another light squeeze. Ben brought his other hand up to take hold of hers on his arm and squeeze it too.

"Carewyn...I know you blame yourself for what happened. And you know...that I feel the same way. ...But for once, Merula was right. We can't just blame ourselves, when we still have so much to lose. And right now...right now, I really don't want to lose you. Because I almost did -- and even if I do understand why and I would never have been angry with you, if you'd -- ..."

Ben swallowed, unable to finish. He bowed his head, his face going into shadow.

"...You were my first friend in the world. Even if I hated how you always treated me like a child and refused to rely on me or anyone else...you believed in me when no one else did. ...I want you there with me, now that I believe in myself too."

Carewyn paused outside the Charms classroom with Ben, coming around to better look her old, much taller friend in the face.

"I'm sorry, Ben," she said lowly. "I'm sorry I refused to trust you. And I hope you know...I'm so proud of you. Not just because I'm treating you like a child, but because you're my friend. And I'm so proud to be that."

Ben was quiet for a moment. Then he actually covertly rubbed at his eye, as if wiping away the slightest trace of a tear, before raising his head again.

"...Thanks, Carewyn."

He paused. He glanced at the door to the Charms classroom and then back over his shoulder, as if checking to make sure no one could overhear.

"...Look...I know Charlie and Merula have been mostly in charge of recruitment for the Circle of Khanna...but Flitwick mentioned another student who's an 'up-and-coming Charms master' in our meeting. I talked to him on the Training Grounds afterwards, and I think we might want to recruit him."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Writer’s Month 2020 Masterlist

Thank you @writersmonth for putting together this writing challenge again!

Fics will also be sorted under their respective fandoms and pairings in my main masterlist.

Day One: Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU | Inks and Petals | Detective Loki x Reader (Drabble)

Day Two: Quarantine | Shave and a Hair Cut | John Wick x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Three: Magic | Sparks Flew | Quentin Beck x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Four: Long Distance Relationship | Only in My Dreams | Carlton Drake x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Five: Soulmates | The Promise of Stars | Changez Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Six: Ocean | By the Shore | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Seven: Hurt/Comfort | Moral Support | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eight: Eight | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (1/4)

Day Nine: Illness | Man Flu | Cassian Andor x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Day Ten: Bunnies | The Enemy of My Enemy | Eddie Brock x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eleven: Light | What If... | Ben Solo x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twelve: Meet Cute | True Winchester Fashion | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Thirteen: Music | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (2/4)

Day Fourteen: Metamorphosis | Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero | Pearl Pangan and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Fifteen: Coffee Shop AU | The Umbrella Cafe | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Sixteen: History | Starting Over | Naz Khan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Seventeen: Cooking | New Routine | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Eighteen: Myths | Hotel of Jedha | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Nineteen: De-Aging | Accompanist | Vanya Hargreeves and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty: Loss | Take Your Time | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Kyber Soldier Prequel)

Day Twenty-One: Family | Night at the Museum | Adam Milligan x Reader (oneshot)

Day Twenty-Two: Pet Shop AU | Puppy Love | Poe Dameron x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Three: Poison | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (3/4)

Day Twenty-Four: True Love’s Kiss | Debating Sleeping Beauty | John Morris x Reader x Hermann K. Warm (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Five: Drop | The Governess and The Doctor’s Hunt for the Copper Beeches | Sherlock Holmes x Reader (4/4)

Day Twenty-Six: Summer Vacation | Crush | Brad Davis x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Seven: Dream | I’ll Be Seeing You | Robert Fischer x Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Eight: Fantasy | Consequences of Curiosity | HAPtives and Reader (Oneshot)

Day Twenty-Nine: High School AU | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (1/2)

Day Thirty: Joy | Thank U, Next | Poe Dameron x Reader (2/2)

Day Thirty-One: There was only ONE bed | Stranded with You | Bodhi Rook x Reader (Oneshot)               

[benscursedkid]

What about 60 on the dialogue prompts with Ben Copper x Mc again?? Your writing is amazing by the way - I absolutely love it!!

thank you so much, that means a lot to me!! also thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoy!!

ben x mc!reader

words: 972

genre: angst

warnings: none i don’t think

a/n: takes place in year five, after Rowan tried to attack MC while under the influence of the Imperius curse.

“I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

“Ben,” You shake your head, not quite believing what you’re hearing. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, MC, I do!” His face, which is usually flushed in embarrassment, is now colored red with anger.

Or, maybe, resignation. You’re not sure which.

All you know is that Ben is losing it. His blonde hair is notably dischelved like he’s been running his hands through it all day, strands sticking up in every direction. His chest is heaving, grasping at oxygen to fill his desperate lungs as he looks at you. His brown irises are wide and wild like you’ve never seen them. They’re lost and pained and you feel it in your own heart as if it were your own. You hate that he feels this way, but what can you do about something that’s already been done?

“You don’t get it,” He shakes his head, opting to pace back and forth around the clearing.

After the events that transpired this afternoon he’d disappeared into the Forbidden Forest and, perhaps foolishly, your feet made to follow. You’d followed his footsteps all the way here, where you found him in a state just like this one.

Defeated, alone, and blaming himself.

“Look, MC, you don’t have to lie to me anymore, I can admit it now,” Your brow furrows as you try your best to understand him. “Everyone knows that I’m just a liability, if anything at all. I always have been and there’s no use trying to deny it, it’s clearer than day.”

Your mouth opens to object, argue, say anything at all to prove him wrong, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

“I really don’t even know why you kept me around for so long,” He’s doing circles around the clearing, his head in his hands as he laughs at himself. It’s a bitter, mirthless sound that breaks your heart. “Merlin, I mean, for all I know I’m some double agent who sent that R person after you today and I can’t even defend myself because it’s true! This likely all started when I got caught in the ice in second year and I wouldn’t know because. I. Can’t. Remember!”

Acting as if on auto-pilot, your hand reaches out for him and you grab at his wrist. This stops him, forcing him to take a breath and look at you again. You can see it in the worry lines that have already started to line his face and in the slouch of his shoulders.

He’s given up on himself, and you don’t know if there’s anything you can do about it.

“Ben Copper,” You get out through gritted teeth, hoping and praying that there’s something you can say to prove him wrong. “None of that is your fault, not a single part. This is bigger that you, than me, than all of us! Whatever’s happened since then, the things you’ve done, it wasn’t you.”

“But, MC, that’s where you’re wrong.”

You must look as confused as you feel because he stops, and ever so hesitantly, he pries his wrist free from your grasp and looks you straight in the eye.

“I might not have been in control of myself, but it was my mouth that uttered those spells against you and it was my hand that held the wand that hurt you...

...And that’s all I see when I look in the mirror.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you think your chest starts to burn a little. Something feels wrong, heavy like your eyelids right before sleep takes over. If only it were possible, you’d swear your heart is crying.

It’s weeping for the boy in front of you now, somehow so much more broken and bruised and wrongfully used than when he came. Back then he was just a scared young boy, thrust into a new world and forced to accommodate. Now though? Now you can see that that world was not kind to him. It didn’t nuture him or ease slowly into something familiar, no it chewed him up and spit him out, left him with no one in his corner.

And you think to yourself, maybe that’s why he was such an easy target for R. Not because he was scared, or shy, or quiet, but because he was alone, no one there to pick him up off the ground.

You curse yourself inwardly, wishing now more than anything that you’d heard his cry for help and come out of the shadows.

“I’ll just slow you down, MC. I see it... why don’t you?”

Ben is looking at you, staring into your eyes as if searching for answers. You don’t know if you have them, but you have to say something, right?

You go to do just that, not quite sure what to say, but hoping you’ll think of something, when another voice beats you to it.

It’s Jae, and he’s standing warily behind you, calling your name.

“MC, Rowan and Barnaby are asking for you. They’re waiting in the Hospital Wing... Rowan says you deserve an apology.”

You glance at him briefly and turn around to see Ben, wandering over to sit on a rock close to the trees. “Go,” He says, his voice but a faint whisper, a plea. “I’ll be fine.”

“MC, Madam Pomfrey says visiting hours will be over soon,” Jae stresses, his tone urgent. “We have to go now.”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” You reply and Jae turns around, albeit not without sending a sorrowful look Ben’s way, and you go to follow him.

As you reach the edge of the clearing, you look back one more time. Ben cradles his head in his hands and takes a deep breath. You do the same and follow Jae out, leaving Ben alone again.

[rosaliepostsstuff]

Hey lovelies!

Since the term's finished it's been difficult for me to write after a bit of a break, even though I'm very excited about all of my WIP's.

I feel like it would be easier to get myself warmed up with some drabbles, blurbs? If you'd send any request for small things like that, it would be great! Send me a scenario or an idea with a character ❤

below the cut a reminder as to who i write for. Toodles!

HP:

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

HPHM:

Talbott Winger

Murphy McNully

Penny Haywood

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Chiara Lobosca

Jae Kim

Ben Copper

[rvnclwrites]

Charlie's Crush (Charlie x Female MC)

Summary: Drabbles inspired by @sungoddessra’s theory about Charlie crushing on MC. I wanted to write from Charlie's perspective for a change and felt like this was a good place to start.

Word Count: ~3900

Note: I tried to put them in chronological order to show progression, but some of the later ones may be misplaced. For future reference when using Charlie's perspective, do you guys prefer second or third person when referring to MC? Let me know :)

1.

Bill: Welcome back, (Y/N). I know you're no stranger to dueling after what happened between you and Merula Snyde...

MC: You were there?

Bill: No, my brother Charlie told me. He's a second-year like you.

“What's all the commotion about?” Bill asked as a noticeable whispering broke out around the Great Hall.

Charlie looked up from his dinner plate, following Bill's gaze to the entrance of the Great Hall where (Y/N) was walking with Rowan to their house table. She seemed embarrassed as heads continued swiveling in her direction, clearly not oblivious to the fact that the gossiping was about her. “(Y/N) defended Ben Copper today in the courtyard and beat Merula Snyde in a duel.”

Bill’s mouth fell open. “Did she get in trouble?”

Charlie shook his head. “No. Professor Snape caught them, but luckily Professor Flitwick showed up and defended her. Apparently Merula cast the first spell.”

“That still wasn’t a good idea. You'd think with the reputation her brother left her with she'd want to lie low.”

Charlie's eyes narrowed in annoyance. “She was just trying to do the right thing. You should have seen how scared Ben was.”

“I know, but dueling isn't the right way to handle something like that,” Bill insisted, causing Charlie to roll his eyes. Bill's straight-laced attitude seemed to subside a bit at this because he added, “I'm honestly surprised she beat Merula though considering the Snyde family's reputation.”

“(Y/N) not only beat Merula, but she also disarmed her,” Charlie said, grinning as he reached for his glass of pumpkin juice on the table. It was possibly the coolest thing he had witnessed so far at Hogwarts.

Bill's eyebrows shot up the same way Charlie's had when he saw (Y/N) cast the spell. “What? But you're not supposed to learn Expelliarmus until next year.”

“Yeah, I know. I hear she’s really smart. Some say it's just because she's friends with Rowan, but I don't think so.” Charlie glanced over to where (Y/N) was sitting and frowned when he saw her looking lost in thought as she picked at the food on her plate. “I feel really bad for her with the way everyone's assuming she's going to be like her brother. She seems really nice, and she must be a good friend to stick up for Ben like that.”

Bill studied Charlie curiously. “Have you talked to her before?”

Charlie shook his head. He kept pretty busy in his free time, and even though they had classes together, he never sat close enough to talk to her.  “Why?”

A teasing smile spread across Bill's face- the kind that any younger sibling dreaded seeing. “You just seem to be awfully interested in her, that's all.”

Charlie shrugged and directed his attention back to his food. He didn't want to admit it, but between the way (Y/N) helped Ben and her intriguing family history, how could he not be?

2.

MC: “I know you from flying class. You're a third-year like the rest of us, but you're already the best Quidditch player in school!”

Andre: “Charlie Weasley might be a bit better, but I do love Quidditch.”

-

Andre: “Do you know Charlie? He said he'd love to meet a dragon one day.”

“Hellooo? Earth to Charlie?” Andre said, waving a hand in front of the redhead’s face.

“What?” Charlie blinked as he snapped out of his daze and his attention drifted back toward Andre.

“I asked if you were finished with the Transfiguration assignment so we can play a quick game of Quidditch before dinner,” Andre said before craning his neck in the direction Charlie had been looking. “But now I’m more interested in what you were staring at. I've only seen you that distracted when you’re reading about dragons.”

Charlie dropped his gaze back down to the book in his lap. “I wasn’t staring at anything. Just zoned out for a minute.”

“Oh really? Because to me it looks like you were eyeing that group of girls over there.”

Charlie didn’t need to look up to know Andre was referring to Rowan, (Y/N), Tonks, and Penny- they were the only other visible students hanging outside on the school grounds. So what if he had been staring at them? They were talking really loud and it caught his attention, that's all.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Andre said, tapping his chin. “Penny’s gorgeous and will make a remarkable potioneer one day, but I'd assume she's a little too conventional for you. Now Tonks, on the other hand, is anything but conventional; she's feisty and hilarious, but quite the prankster- which you seem to get enough of at home with your younger brothers.” Charlie kept his head down, but he could hear the self-satisfied grin growing in Andre's voice as he continued, “Rowan’s brilliant, but you guys would never talk with how much you both read, so that leaves (Y/N). She’s a natural on a broom and I’ve seen her around Hagrid, so it would be no surprise if she was good with creatures. What more could a Quidditch playing, dragon loving guy like yourself want, am I right?”

Charlie focused hard on the words in his textbook, refusing to look at Andre. He didn’t know (Y/N) was a good flyer, and now he wondered if she liked Quidditch- and even more importantly, if she had noticed him when he played. Unfortunately, Andre seemed to take Charlie’s silence as some sort of confirmation.

“I knew it!” he yelled, shoving Charlie's shoulder. “Man, I’m good. I'm totally going to set you guys up.”

“It's not like that,” Charlie explained, chancing a glance back in her direction. “I just think it would be cool to be friends with her, that’s all.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Andre said, eyeing Charlie skeptically. “We’ll see about that.”

3.

Bill: “Charlie told me he's been meaning to talk to you about the Cursed Vaults.”

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked as Bill headed toward the exit of the Gryffindor common room.

Bill paused, looking back at Charlie with an apprehensive expression on his pale face. “You promise to not tell mom?”

“Of course.”

“I’m going to help (Y/N), Tulip, and Barnaby break the next curse. We found out where the vault is,” Bill whispered, and Charlie’s stomach sank. He thought Bill helping (Y/N) last year was a one time thing, but they seemed to be friends now and that thought disappointed him for some reason. It didn't help that the stories Bill relayed made her sound just as interesting as she seemed.

“Oh, okay,” Charlie said, trying his best to sound indifferent. “Need any more help?”

“No, I think we've got it all planned out. We don't want too many of us there or we'll draw attention.” Bill must have caught the subtle frown forming on Charlie's face because he added, “But maybe you can help next time? I'll talk to (Y/N) about it after we break the curse.”

Charlie smiled slightly even though his stomach gave a nervous tug at the thought. “That would be really cool if you would. I'd love to help.”

4.

Charlie: “It’s going to be fine, Ben. These creatures are more afraid of you than you are of them.”

Ben: “You obviously don’t know me very well.”

MC: “That’s because Charlie is always too busy for us. The only time we ever see him is in Care of Magical Creatures.”

Charlie slid under the covers to his four poster bed, relieved to be done for the day. But instead of falling asleep as quickly as he normally did, Charlie found himself replaying (Y/N)’s words from class earlier that day. Was it just him or was she teasing Charlie about not being friends with her? Luckily, he did keep busy enough for his excuse to have some truth to it- it wasn't like he could have told her he was mainly just too intimidated to talk to her. Charlie knew Andre had mentioned him to (Y/N) last year despite his protests, and Charlie had said hi to her in passing more than once, but today was the first time they’d ever had a real conversation.

“I knew you were good at calming dangerous creatures, but I didn’t think anyone could calm Merula.”

Charlie bit his lip, fighting back a smile as he remembered (Y/N)’s response to him standing up to Merula for her. Realistically, Charlie figured that nearly every fourth-year knew about his love for magical creatures, but he couldn’t help but like the fact that she knew. He had never talked to her about them before, so she was at least paying some attention to him. Maybe they could become friends this year.

-

Charlie: “Tell me when you’re ready to head into the Forbidden Forest, (Y/N). I’d like to do some exploring myself…”

“Well you seem happy,” Bill teased Charlie as the pair headed down the corridor toward Gryffindor Tower.

Charlie's forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Please,” Bill said, scoffing. “With how quickly you offered to join (Y/N) in the forest, you’d think there were dragons in there.”

Charlie looked away, feeling suddenly self conscious- he knew Bill and most of (Y/N)’s other friends needed some convincing to help her on her risky adventures. But then Charlie remembered the smile on her face when he said he’d like to go, and his concern vanished. “You’re just mad because now I seem like a better friend than you.”

“Sorry for caring about my reputation and future,” Bill said, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile. “You do seem to be getting close with (Y/N) though.”

Charlie felt an annoying flush creep down his neck. He talked to (Y/N) regularly now in Care of Magical Creatures, and they occasionally ate sandwiches together in the Great Hall or drank Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. “Yeah, we’re friends now I guess.”

“Mhmm,” Bill said, nodding. “Friends, right.”

5.

Charlie: “Let's write our next essay together, okay, (Y/N)?”

Charlie didn't know why he said it. He let Andre get in his head about asking (Y/N) to hang out more, and it slipped out before he had even thought about it. About the fact that the essay they had to write was about breeding techniques. And yet here she was, setting down her textbook and sliding into the chair beside him in the library.

“Thanks again for letting me join you,” (Y/N) whispered as she pulled out a quill and roll of parchment from her bag. “Doing homework with someone helps me stay focused instead of letting my mind wander about the vaults.”

“Of course,” Charlie said, trying to ignore how good she smelt- he didn't recall her ever sitting this close to him before. “I just figured with both of our brains we'd get it done in no time.”

“You're way smarter than me when it comes to creatures,” she said while she opened her textbook and flicked through the pages.

Charlie scribbled his name and essay title across the top of his parchment. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You did amazing with that Fire Crab.”

“Maybe, but I'll never know as much as you seem to. I'm sure you can tell me right off the top of your head about Bowtruckles’ breeding techniques, can’t you?”

Charlie laughed and shook his head, pretending he didn't notice the flush of red staining (Y/N)’s cheeks. “Believe it or not, I don't know about Bowtruckles’ mating habits. But I would assume it would be a rather difficult process for them considering how slippery they are.”

(Y/N) tried to cover her mouth as laughter poured out, and Charlie couldn't stop himself from smiling- both for making her laugh and for easing the awkwardness a little.

“SHHHH!” Madam Pince hissed from her seat across the library, holding her index finger up to her thin lips.

“Sorry,” (Y/N) whispered through the giggling with an apologetic wave. She tried to settle herself, and Charlie's heart squeezed harder than ever when she rested her forehead against his shoulder, still attempting to muffle her laughter. “That was your fault,” she said, poking him in the chest before straightening and picking up her quill.

“Sorry,” Charlie managed, but the smile on his face said otherwise. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but whatever it was, he kind of liked the feeling. Maybe asking to write the essay together wasn't such a bad idea after all.

6.

MC: “I didn't find anything. Although, to be honest, I refuse to touch half of this stuff because it's covered in blood…”

Charlie frowned until he saw the Niffler rustling about in the center of the Red Cap's hole. “It looks like the Niffler found something…” he said, instantly looking to (Y/N) to see her reaction. He knew how important finding the arrowhead was to her and he wanted to help. He couldn't seem to stop staring at her while she directed her attention to the Niffler, eager to see what he had found. She was so pretty, and Charlie loved seeing her focused on a task. Her determination to help her brother ignited something inside Charlie. It was a feeling he understood; he would do anything for his family too. The only thing that brought him back to reality was the look of disappointment that settled across her face.

“Fine. I guess you can keep it,” (Y/N) said with a sigh, and Charlie turned to see the Niffler holding a shiny silver watch instead of an arrowhead. He was disappointed too, but he wasn't going to let that set them back. He was definitely going to make sure she found that arrowhead.

7.

Bill: “You and (Y/N) are going to duel. I'm going to stand here, and make sure you keep dueling until you do it right…”

Charlie couldn't lie; he was nervous as hell to duel (Y/N). He knew Bill was just being protective of Charlie and wanted him to be prepared to go back to the forest, but he found it hard to be appreciative at that very moment. (Y/N)’s dueling reputation was well known across the school- she even beat Bill her second-year for crying out loud- and as much as Charlie didn't want to admit it, he kind of wanted to impress her.

They casted spells back and forth for several minutes. He hit her with Flipendo and Bombarda, but she returned the heat with two stunning spells. After a few more intense minutes, she caught him with Depulso, knocking Charlie off his feet.

(Y/N) beamed, walking over to Charlie to help him up from the blow. “You alright?”

Charlie found that even though he clearly lost, he couldn't stop smiling at her. She was so talented it blew his mind sometimes. Tingles shot down his arm as she grabbed his hand for support while he stood up. “Oh yeah, I'm fine,” Charlie said once he was steady on his feet. “You are definitely as good as everyone says you are.”

And in Charlie's mind, she was even better.

8.

Charlie: “You're coming to watch my next Quidditch game, right?”

“You were amazing!” (Y/N) yelled as she collided into Charlie with a hug. It wasn't the first time she hugged him, but it was the first time she did it right after a Quidditch match, and Charlie couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with him asking her to come.

“Thanks,” he said, releasing her from the hug even though he didn’t really want to. He opened his glove-covered hand and extended the Snitch toward her. “Do you want it?”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up when she saw the golden ball in front of her, but she didn't reach for it. “But it's yours?”

Charlie laughed and dropped the ball into the palm of her hand before she could protest. “I've got plenty of them by now.”

“You better not get cocky on me now, Weasley,” she said, knocking her shoulder against his. “Even if you are that good.”

Charlie glanced down at the ground, attempting to hide his smile and reddening face; he hated how much he liked impressing her. “Thanks again for coming.”

“Of course. How about you get changed and maybe we can play a game of Gobstones before it gets dark?” The hopefulness in her voice made a fire burn in the pit of Charlie's stomach.

“Meet you in the courtyard,” Charlie answered, trying his best to ignore the inexplicable tightness in his chest. He watched (Y/N) make her way back to Rowan and could no longer stop himself from smiling when she started showing off the Snitch he had given her.

“Did you ask her out yet?”

Charlie jumped slightly, turning to see Andre sporting an arrogant smile. “What are you talking about?” Charlie said, brushing past Andre and starting for the castle.

“Oh, come on. You're clearly obsessed with the girl,” Andre said, falling into step beside him. “And from the look of that hug, the feeling seems mutual.”

“I told you, we’re just friends,” Charlie insisted, refusing to let his mind consider otherwise. Guys and girls could be best friends.

“You've never given me the game winning Snitch,” Andre teased, making Charlie fight back a laugh.

“You're ridiculous.”

Andre’s grin widened. “Maybe, but I'm also right.”

And for the first time, Charlie began to worry that he was.

9.

MC: “Do you want to catch up after Quidditch practice, Charlie?”

“You're going to beat Slytherin tomorrow, right?” Andre asked Charlie as they exited the Herbology classroom together.

“We better with how much we've been practicing lately,” Charlie said, rubbing his temples. Between Quidditch and his increasingly large load of coursework, Charlie was nothing short of exhausted this week.

Andre grinned. “Good because everybody's counting on it so you'll have to play Ravenclaw next.”

“Then we can find out for sure which of us is the best in our year,” Charlie joked, elbowing his mate in the shoulder.

“Exactly,” Andre agreed, clearly eager for some friendly competition. “Wanna meet up after your drills tonight? I could give you some last minute pointers.”

“I would, but I already promised (Y/N) I'd hang out with her,” Charlie said. He tried to sound casual, but it made no difference; Andre still got that same smug look about him every time Charlie mentioned (Y/N).

“She asked you to hang out, huh?” Andre asked.

Charlie knew any response he'd give would condemn him. “We haven't seen each other much lately with how busy we've both been.”

“You have three classes with her, and the gang has had lunch together nearly every day this week. Still not enough for her?”

Charlie's face reddened even though he was used to Andre's teasing by now; he liked the idea of (Y/N) wanting to spend more time with him a bit too much. Charlie wanted to explain to Andre he meant one-on-one time, but he knew all too well the kind of response that would get.

“What are you guys gonna do?”

Charlie shrugged, ignoring the suggestiveness in Andre's voice. “Probably just play a game of wizard's chess and talk.”

“Talk about…” Andre trailed off, waiting for Charlie to fill in the blank.

“I don't know. I think she finished reading the book I gave her on dragons, so maybe about that.”

Andre stopped dead in his tracks, instantly signaling to Charlie that he had said the wrong thing. “Hold up. You mean to tell me you asked her to read a book about dragons and she actually did?

Charlie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “No, she asked me to borrow it.”

Something sparked in Andre's face as if a light switch had been flicked on inside his head. He instantly began laughing and shaking his head, leaving Charlie even more confused.

“What?” Charlie insisted, slightly annoyed with whatever he seemed to be missing.

Andre patted Charlie's back, still laughing hysterically. “Man, she's got it just as bad as you do,” he said, starting down the corridor again. “You guys are literally dating.”

“Would you keep your voice down?” Charlie said, looking around to make sure nobody overheard him. “We are not.”

“You can say whatever you like, but you'll never convince me otherwise.”

Charlie huffed in annoyance, but he couldn't entirely ignore the stirring in the pit of his stomach at the idea.

10.

Charlie: “You're the only other person I trust enough to help me with something like this.”

Charlie's heart thudded inside his chest as the words came out, suddenly nervous about being so honest. He got caught up in all the excitement of the potential dragon egg, his guard slipped a little bit.

But (Y/N) just smiled at him, making his stomach flip. “How can I say no when you put it that way? Besides I'd like to find out if it's real, too.”

Charlie beamed at her, resisting the urge to wrap her in a hug. Not only did she want to help him, but she was also interested in the egg. Why did she have to be so perfect?

-

Hagrid: “I'm sorry teh tell yeh, Charlie, but this isn't a Dragon egg.”

Charlie's heart sank deep into his stomach. He knew it was too good to be true, and it was probably for the best, but guilt started to weigh on him. Not only did they not have a dragon, but he also made (Y/N) do all that work for nothing. “I'm sorry, (Y/N). I put you in danger, and had you do all of that work…”

“Forget about me, Charlie, I'm fine,” she insisted, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I'm more worried about you. You must be so disappointed.”

Charlie blinked at her, amazed all she still managed to care about was him even after she wasted all that time helping him. “I'll be fine,” he said, and it was true. At the moment, he was just happy to have such an amazing friend like her.

-

(Y/N): “Just promise you'll remember me when you become a famous Dragonologist.”

Charlie's heart swelled as his eyes moved from the dragon scale in his palm to (Y/N), and it hit him like a blow to the head how much he liked her. He could no longer deny it, no matter how much he wanted to. “I'll do one better,” he said, unable to control the smile on his face. “If I ever get my dream job studying dragons in Romania, you'll be the first person I invite to visit, (Y/N).”

He was relieved when she seemed just as excited about his offer, and that gave him hope. Maybe he could convince her to come work with him before they finished Hogwarts. Charlie sure hoped so because he was crushing hard on his best friend and didn't know what else to do about it.

[writersmacchiato]

Harry Potter Masterlist

* - my personal favorites

➳ Sirius Black

Christmas Party | *Potter!Reader* James and Lily are finally dating, you’re happy for him...but miss your bother-figure.

➳ Neville Longbottom

Christmas movie snuggles | A cute, domestic moment with Neville.

Lost Keys | A short drabble about meeting Neville again postwar and falling in love.

Living with him… | Small mundane moments that come with living with Neville.

➳ Draco Malfoy

Friends to more | On the eve of Christmas break you find Draco out in the courtyard and feelings are revealed.

Afterglow | A soft morning spent in bed filled with kisses.

Youuu | It’s always been you. {blurb}

➳ Harry Potter

Good luck kiss* | It’s the morning before a Quidditch match and Harry needs some luck

Teacher AU - Part One | Part Two | Harry is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who might possibly have a crush on the astronomy professor, but he’s still healing after his breakup with Ginny and you know — being martyred as a child.

➳ Fred Weasley

Yule Ball | Your reputation is quite intimidating, but will that stop him from asking you to the Yule Ball?

➳ George Weasley

“You look good in my jumper.”* | You spend Christmas with the Weasley family and naturally chaos ensues.

➳ Percy Weasley

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

Cozy* | 10. “Cocoa is way better than tea,”11. ‘I think I need to put on a few more sweaters,”12. “Is fall supposed to be this cold?” + 49. “At least i’m cozy now.”

“Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!”

➳ Ron Weasley

Mistletoe Confessions | Feelings are confessed after mistletoe makes an appearance in the library.

➳ Oliver Wood

Wanting | When Oliver, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, is asked about you, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain and his childhood best friend, he slips up and misunderstandings develop.

Temper | Oliver is rather distraught that Snape is refereeing the next Quidditch match...

Hogwarts: Mystery

  ➳ Ben Copper

My Boy* | In which Rowan doesn’t approve of your feelings for Ben.

Dating __ would include

Neville Longbottom

Harry Potter*

Percy Weasley

Fluff Alphabet

Neville Longbottom

[summahsunlight]

Pathways, a series of drabbles

Title: Shara

Word Count: 2006

Characters: Poe, Kes, Shara, Luke, Sela (OC), Kaleb (OC), Evelyn (OC)

Pairings: Kes/Shara, Luke/Sela (OC)

AO3/Master List

Yavin, 10 ABY

On his seventh birthday, his mother had taken him up in her A-wing and let him almost take full control.

By his eighth birthday, Shara was on her deathbed.  Poe would not recall later in his life what exactly ailed his mother; Kes never talked about it, all he knew was that on his eight birthday his parents were nowhere to be found.  Poe spent it with the Skywalkers at the Temple.  Which, wasn’t such a bad thing, Master Luke had let him sit in the cockpit of his X-wing and talked with him about flying and told stories from the war. Sela had brought them cake and koyo fruit juice, and Poe was astutely aware that all the adults in his life were trying to hide that something bad was happening.

Poe had been taught by Shara to be observant. You had to be up in the cockpit.  He decided not to worry the adults and ate his cake, drank his koyo fruit juice, and went off to play with Kaleb and Evelyn when Master Luke was summoned to the Dameron’s ranch.

It was hours later that Master Luke returned, the sun hung low in the sky, Yavin rising beyond the Massassi trees.  Poe and Kaleb were climbing large boulders in the courtyard of the Temple, leaping off of them and seeing how far they could fly.  Evelyn shouted at them to stop each time.

All three of the children knew something was up when one of Master Luke’s older students came out and announced that she was in charge of Kaleb and Evelyn for a little while.  The other students were only asked to watched the Skywalker children if a problem arose that required the attention of both Luke and Sela—which was rare.   Poe watched as his friends took the hands of the student and were led back into the Temple.  Master Luke stood there, looking at him with sorrow, hands folded in front of him.  “Poe, come here, so we can talk.”

“Is something wrong?” Poe asked, watching as Master Luke sat on one of the boulders that he’d just leapt from. He sat down with the Jedi Master. “Are you mad that I dared Kaleb to jump off the rocks?”

“Oh no, I’m not mad,” Master Luke answered, smiling at him.  He reached out and placed a hand on the back of the little boy’s head. “You know your mother is sick, right?”

“Yeah. She stays in bed all the time,” Poe replied. “Papa moved her bed next to the window so she could see the sky.”

Master Luke gently stroked his hair. He heaved a sigh, and his eyes wet with tears, whispered, “Your mother was too sick to make better, Poe.  She didn’t want to leave you on your birthday, but her body just gave out; it was too much for her to handle anymore.”

Poe swallowed. In his eight-year-old mind he knew what Master Luke was telling him—that his mother, the strong, the brave Shara Bey—was gone.  He just didn’t want to believe it.  Pushing off the rock, Poe ran all the way home, his lungs burned for air by the time he reached the front porch, bursting into the house screaming for his mother.

Kes appeared in the bedroom door, his eyes red from crying, muscles aching from holding his wife so rightly while she took her last breath in his arms. Shara had not wanted their little boy to see her so sick and frail.  On her good days they could both see how it affected him, on her bad… Shara asked that Kes kept him away.  Poe never asked why, he had seen how much weight his mother lost, how thin and frail she became. So now, Kes blocked the bedroom door with his large frame.

His son tried to get past him, tried to use his small body to dislodge his father from his post.  Ultimately, he could not, and Poe collapsed on the floor. “Papa, I want to see Mama. Master Luke says she didn’t get better! But she’s going to get better! She… we haven’t finished our flying lessons yet!”

He couldn’t say anything. Kes felt dead inside. So many promises now gone with his wife.

Sela was the one that saved him from having to answer. She gently took Poe by the arm and pulled him away from the bedroom.  Getting down on her knees in front of him, she pulled the little boy tightly into her embrace, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“No!” Poe sobbed, shaking his head. “NO!” he now screamed, pushing Sela away. As tiny sobs racked his small body, Poe ran from the house, towards the garage.  As he ran, he saw the nurse and doctor from the colony cleaning up their equipment—his mother’s face covered with a white sheet.  “Mama…” he whimpered. “You promised!”  You promised you’d teach me everything! You promised you’d always be there!

Kaleb and Evelyn climbed up the ladder of the A wing; inside the cockpit they could hear little sniffles. The adults had been searching for Poe. After the news broke that Shara Bey, former hero of the Rebellion, mother, wife, had passed, a solemn feeling had fallen over the Temple and Yavin in general.

Poe was nestled inside his mother’s fighter, legs pulled up to his chest, face buried in his knees.  He barely moved when his two friends climbed into the cockpit with him.  Fortunately, Kaleb and Evelyn were still small and wedged themselves on either side of Poe.  No words were spoken between the three children; the beauty of their friendship was that at times they didn’t need verbal language to communicate. Both the Skywalker children hugged Poe.

His sniffles turned to cries.  Poe felt so lost and alone.  His mother was gone and she was never coming back; he would never learn to fly, never go to flight school.  How could he leave Papa now?  Papa would need him, he’d seen the blank look in Kes’ eyes as he stood blocking the door the bedroom.  Mama would want them to stick together, to take care of one another and he would never be able to take care of his father if he was so far away at flight school.

It felt like all his dreams had died that day, not just his mother.

Burying his face further into his knees, he sobbed; his friends small hands rubbed his back, shoulders, and eventually all three children fell to sleep.

“Did you find them?” Sela asked as Luke stepped inside the house. “Kriff Luke, what if they went out into the jungle this late at night!”

“I found them,” Luke assured her. “Sleeping. In Shara’s A-wing.”

Sela felt like her husband had punched her in the gut. Of course. No one had thought to check Shara’s fighter for Poe when they realized that the little boy was not coming back.  It had been agreed upon to give Poe some space, but as hours passed that he was gone, the more worried they had become.  “We should bring them inside, put them to bed.”

Luke nodded and sighed, sadly. “Yes, I know, but leave them for a few. Poe is finally feeling better after hours of grieving. I think he needs his friends now more than he needs another adult gazing at him with pity.”

Tears pooled in her green eyes and she turned away from him.  For weeks Sela knew that Shara wasn’t long for this galaxy, but seeing poor Poe, heartbroken over his mother’s death… it had broken her heart. “He feels like the galaxy is falling apart, Luke, that all his dreams are now gone—he’s only eight—it’s not fair.  And I know Shara never foresaw herself dying this young, but she made a promise to her son that she now cannot keep.”

“He’ll learn to fly,” Luke stated in that calm, comforting, soft tone of voice of his. “He was always destined to fly—even if Shara didn’t foster that desire.”

“Luke, in case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t one flight school on Yavin,” Sela pointed out, sarcastically as she washed the pile of dirty dishes in Kes’ sink.

“I can teach him—you—Han.”

“Han was pretty upset that Ben didn’t seem interested in flying.”

Luke’s lips pulled into a sad smile.

“Han will be happy to have another student. See, Sela, Yavin will have a flight school.”

Sela sighed, wiping her tears on the back of her hand.  Shara had been one of the first friends she had made in the Rebellion, a woman that had accepted her from the moment she met her while others had not been thrilled, she was there.  Her father’s reputation was well known.   “She always used to tell me that she was going to die in a blaze of glory,” Sela whimpered, dropping the dish was cleaning into the sink, “I just didn’t think… maker… Luke she was so young!”

He went and hugged his wife, pulling her into his arms protectively, not caring that her hands were still wet and she was getting his jumpsuit wet. Luke knew how much Shara had meant to Sela, by the time he’d met Sela the two were thick as thieves—it was Sela that recommended that Shara help Luke retrieve the Force tree. Gently, he ran his hands through his wife’s copper hair, feeling her fear at the thought she might leave her children so young.  “No one is ever really gone, Sela.”

She turned in his arms and gripped his jumpsuit.  Sela had lost at lot over the years—her mother, her older brother—her little sister.  They were all a distant memory now. She had searched for them after the war of course; her brother had been killed, and her mother… a shell of the woman that Sela remembered.  She didn’t dare tell her mother when she finally saw her again that she had met and married Luke Skywalker—if her leaving for the Rebellion wasn’t enough to disown her, well, marrying the greatest enemy of the Empire surely was.

“Mama,” Evelyn’s tiny voice said from the door.

“Hi, darling,” Sela said, pulling away from Luke and wiping at her eyes. “Are you ready for bed?”

“Shara told me to tell you not to be sad.”

Her statement stopped both Luke and Sela in their tracks.  She threw a look at her husband, one mixed with terror and curiosity.  Sela knew that her daughter was deeply connected to the Force, even at such a young age, her husband and the other Jedi constantly commented that she was an incredibly bright light.  The Jedi’s Light,  Lon San Tekka had nicknamed her as a baby.  “Shara…told you what?”

Evelyn could clearly see that her parents were upset but she didn’t know why.  “Shara told me that you shouldn’t be sad.  She’s not sick anymore.”

Luke stepped towards his little girl, picked her up and searched her eyes for a moment. The fact that Evelyn was so comfortable with a vision coming to her solidified his decision that he should start training his children young. Pressing a kiss to her temple, Luke turned towards Sela. “See, never really gone.”

Sela sighed, sadly and nodded.  It was going to take her a long time to get over her sadness but for Shara, she would try her best.  “Are your brother and Poe still asleep in the ship?”

“Uh-huh,” Evelyn said, and then she yawned. Her little head rested on her father’s shoulder and she too was soon fast asleep.

“I’ll go lay her in Poe’s bed,” Luke announced, “and then get the boys. Have you checked on Kes?”

“Hasn’t left his room since they took her away,” Sela replied, fighting back tears. “We should probably stay here, for a while, you know make sure Kes and Poe are alright.”

Little did Sela and Luke know that a little while was in actuality going to be eight months.