#bill x mc

[incorrecthogwartsmysteryquotes]

MC: Bill's leaving me.

Rowan: Oh, MC, I'm sorry.

MC: I don't really know what to say.

Rowan: Um, I understand that this sort of thing requires ice cream of some kind.

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

They're talking about Scabbers😂💀🤚🏼

🐀

[enweasley]

would it be a good idea to write a fanfiction about my own character in hogwarts legacy? He's a weasley (duh doi) - Finn Weasley. i think it would be cool to write a reader insert about him (cuz holy smokes im falling for him) and base imagines off the hogwarts legacy plot but i dont wanna do it if people arent gonna be interested

lmk :)

ps - i have a bunch of gif ideas for him omg

[jello-library]

I DID IT

I DID IT

ITS SLOPPY BUT I DID IT 💃🏾

Inspired by @triannel minific about bill braiding the reader’s hair.

[moe-moe-kyun]

Malicious Compliance- Throw in the Towel

Synopsis: A different ending for my fic 'Malicious Compliance,' where things get a lil hot n heavy ;)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit, smut, nudity, lucifer x reader, gender neutral reader, reader receiving, bottom lucifer, pet names (good boy, baby), i like my men desperate and submissive

Minors DNI!!!!!!

Notes: uhhh first time writing smut. i try not to describe readers sex characteristics in depth. not proofread and not the best but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

'They've known what they were doing this entire time,' the realization hits him as you slide farther back onto his lap. Lucifer's hands grip the armrests so hard his knuckles turn white.

The coy smile spreads greater across your face when your ass comes in contact with Lucifer's dick practically twitching in its confines. Just when it seemed you were about to grind against him, you stood. Relief flooded Lucifer's veins. How embarrassing this situation was- he prayed you would leave him with a shred of dignity and not acknowledge his arousal.

Unfortunately for him, your plans were much the opposite. You turned and positioned yourself to straddle the demon's lap. You kept your eyes on Lucifer's face even as the towel around your waist came undone and slid to the floor with a muffled crumpling. His blush deepened but he maintained eye contact.

Lucifer moved to stand, to remove you from your seat on his lap, to do something, but was halted in his tracks as you gently pushed him back against the seat.

"If you want me to get up, you have to ask nicely." Your voice was soft yet firm, and your demon clearly didn't know how to react. You watched his brain short circuit in real time and felt his cock jump against where it came into contact with your groin.

You provided him a moment of silence before speaking again, grabbing his chin to ensure he was looking you in the eye as you did so. "You also have to ask nicely if you want me to do anything else," smile continuing to bleed through your voice. Oh, to have the most powerful avatar of sin a blushing mess underneath you. It was truly a beautiful feeling.

"So? Do you have anything to say?"

"I- Please," Lucifer's voice had gained that desperate lilt. 'So pretty,' you thought.

At his plea you began grinding against his clothed erection, pulling sweet little moans from his lips. You bent down and left open mouthed kisses against his neck, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his pectorals.

"Haah~" he moaned when you pinched a nipple, rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger.

You paused in your ministrations against his neck. "Good boy, Lucifer. You wanna start preppin' me, baby?"

Lucifer nodded, and you brought his fingers to your mouth and began to suck on them. Once thoroughly lubed with your spit, you released them for Lucifer to use on your hole. He started with one digit, gently pumping in and out as you ground down against his hand.

"Just like that," you whispered encouragement into his ear, small moans and panted breaths excaping your throat as he inserted a second, scissoring them to stretch you out.

You undid his belt, then the button and zipper, finally freeing his dick from his pants. It was red and swollen, weeping precum from how desperate you made him.

"So pretty for me, are you ready?" you asked, pumping him a few times to coat him with his arousal.

"Fuck- yes, MC," Lucifer was practically incoherent, and you hadn't even fucked him properly yet. 'Damn, how long's it been since he got laid?' you wondered.

With permission stated, you slid yourself down on his cock, both of you gasping at the sensation. Fuck, he filled you so nicely. You paused for a moment as you bottomed out, giving your demon a final chance to collect himself before you began bouncing vigorously on top of him.

Lucifer's hips bucked up into yours as you rode him, groans and moans coming from his lips as his head fell back against the chair.

"No," you pushed him down, "I'll tell you when you can fuck into me." He shut his eyes at the command, concentrating on keeping his own hips still as you continued chasing your own high atop the Morningstar. You kissed him, biting on his bottom lip to seek entrance, pushing your tongue into his mouth as reward for following orders.

It didn't take long for your legs to tire, your human stamina almost nothing compared to that of an ancient being. "Okay, baby, you can move," your words were gentle but halting as they stuttered with your breath.

Lucifer, ever your obedient demon, was quick to begin moving in time with the rhythm you had set. You moved in tandem, sucking on his neck and toying with his nipples as his cock slid in and out of your soaking hole.

The pleasure mounted, and you felt the coil deep in your stomach tighten. "Luci, 'm close," you murmured amongst pants and moans.

"Ah, MC, same, 'm gonna-"

"Cum with me, please, baby," and you clenched around him, eyes rolling back in your skull at the intensity of the orgasm. Lucifer came in time, cock shooting thick ropes of semen into you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You rode out the orgasm, movements slowing as your breathing slowly came back to normal. Lucifer sat below, placing gentle kisses against your shoulder in between shuddering breaths, your hand tracing patterns against his back. The blissful silence continued, Lucifer cuddling into you even as his dick softened and slid out of you.

You spoke eventually, his quiet starting to concern. "Lucifer, are you okay?"

He simply nodded in response, a contented sigh escaping against your skin. You smiled, bringing your hand up to pet his head, a sweet whisper of 'good boy' parting your lips.

[greenfoxeyedbrunette]

Laying in the comfort of your boyfriend's arms, starting to doze off together- "Aah ah choo!" you sneeze. "Oh.. shit baby I'm sorry.." embarrassed and concerned you scramble to quickly wipe off the red liquid off of your lover's body. "Ah.. this is so embarrassing my period blood leaked-" you look at his face and.. he's...blushing?! "Wh-?" squinting your eyes, you look down and up to him again. "Why are you flustered right now? Are you into this baby?" you question as you slowly grin. "I- uh...N-no.." he looks away, pursing his trembling lips. "Oh really? Then explain this right now" you pointedly look at the growing protrusion showing from his joggers. He knows he's fucking hard right now, he doesn't have to look. "Hey" you tease as you lightly slap his bulge. "Oh! fff-" you sadistically laugh at the reaction. He widens his eyes, looks down to what you're doing and starts to sweat nervously. He feels so hot being backed into the corner like this. "Answer me~" you start to slowly massage his dick through the fabric. "Do you like it or not?~" "Guuh.." he chokes, closes his eyes and furrows his brows. "I'm gonna stop if you don't give me an answer~" he whimpers in pleasure "Nngh..". "Hmph." You give him a harder slap to his erection. "Fuck!!" he cries out. "Answer" "I-I" he pants. "I like it. I love it.." You free his dick out of his sweats and bite your lip as you smile. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you pump up and down. "Say it again" "Ahh aughhh~ ff-". "C'mon now.." "I like it- haa..I like y-your nghh b-blood on me.." You laugh again "You're so disgusting, baby~"

julian devorak, welt yang, kita shinsuke, choso, satori tendou, armin arlert, manjiro "mikey" sano, izana kurokawa, hanma shuji, sanzu haruchiyo

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

That random choice in Gryffindor Celebration TLSQ

I Find the third choice of the game so random... but definitely jeni as a romantic would say at that situation 🤣. As always, Ben unconsciously brushes off jeni's feelings... again. The two gryffindor girls at the back was from charms class that the mc help, they were kind and sweet girls to mc that its hard for me to forget so i gotta include them here at least. Also there was a ben and ismelda moment in this tlsq, and here I am thinking there would be a sweet moment of the two. But it ended up ben blackmailing ismelda for being stubborn but the mc stopped ben. Like wth was that, i thought they would enhance the two's relationship that they randomly started but they didn't??? Im disappointed again.

aight, thats all the thought i got from this tlsq, sayonara~🫶

[qatos]

bill kaulitz - tokio hotel humanoid city tour (2010)

[invalidname19]

Imagine the foul, gut wrenching, eye tearing, nose burning smell of burnt skin and hair. NAH 💀

[amalthea-fictions]

Can you make a Charlie Weasley x Jacob's sibling where the reader can actually speak to dragons? Like Hiccup in httyd books or Harry with the snake-like beings

Oooh interesting concept! For purposes of the piece I'm not gonna worry about why or how the MC can speak to dragons and we're just gonna not ask questions~

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"[Y/N!] Have you seen Charlie?"

You look up from your sandwich and shake your head, mouth still half-full.

"I haven't. Is he okay?"

Bill runs his hand through his hair, and you realize he's sweating. "I'm worried he's not. I haven't seen him all day, and we were supposed to meet for lunch. It's unlike him to be this late."

You hear a scoff from behind you. Merula lilts her head.

"The second filthy Weasley?" She snorts. "He probably heard Barnaby going on about the dragon he saw in the forest today. Apparently Kettleburn let it loose or something."

Bill blanches. "Oh bloody hell."

You and Bill sprint to the forest with such speed and determination that you're both heaving by the time you get there. Bill is frantic.

"Where--where did Barnaby say he saw it again?" He pants.

You point in the general direction as you try and catch your breath.

Bill springs forward, and you follow closely. Greenery whips against your face as you push through branches. Leaves crack under your boots as you race through. Bowtruckles scatter above. Until finally, you emerge into a clearing--

--and see Charlie, alone, holding a steak out in front of him.

Bill sighs.

"Bill?" Charlie looks up. "Oh, crap. Did I lose track of time?"

"Yes!" He marches forward to his younger brother and inspects him. "You had me worried sick! I thought you were dragon bait."

Charlie shakes his head. "No, unfortunately not."

Bill spits. "Unfortunately?!"

"Well-- you know, Barnaby said that Kettleburn's dragon escaped, and so I was hoping to see it-- I didn't mean to worry anybody--"

Charlie continues, and Bill begins lecturing him, but you notice the Bowtruckles and the Fairies have suddenly begun to hide.

"Um, boys?"

They don't hear you.

"Why would you go looking for a dragon ALONE?"

"Well, Barnaby said it's green, so it's probably only a Welsh Green. They're mostly harmless--"

The leaves on the trees begin to shake.

"Boys," you say a bit louder. "I think--"

ROAARR!!

A huge dragon booms into the clearing, the force of its wings knocking everyone over as it lands.

Bill and Charlie scramble back.

"Oh crap," Charlie mutters.

"Charlies? You said Welsh Greens are harmless, right?"

Charlie shakes his head. "This isn't a Green. It's a Norwegian Ridgeback. And she seems hungry."

The dragon swishes its tail and cuts through a row of trees like they're made of butter. They groan as they fall to the forest floor.

You hurry and scramble to your feet.

"Charlie!" Bill cries. "Throw it the bloody steak at it so we can get away!"

Charlie tosses the steak forward, but the dragon screeches, uninterested. It takes a step forward.

Bill tries to draw his wand.

You leap forward, between the dragon and the boys. You hold both palms open towards the dragon.

"[Y/N]?!" Bill shouts. "Move! You'll get killed!"

You ignore him and keep your eyes solely on the dragon.

"We mean you no harm," you say in draconic.

The dragon swishes its tail, agitated. It snorts, and steam furls out of its nostrils.

"Why are you upset?" You try again.

"[Y/N]?" Charlie asks. You hear the two boys moving to their feet behind you. "What's going on?"

Finally, the dragon lowers its head to you. A low growl rumbles from its throat.

You swallow. "She--she's upset," you explain, "because some First Year let her out of Care for Creatures. She misses Kettleburn."

You briefly look behind you and see that Bill's jaw has dropped, dumbfounded, and Charlie's eyes are twinkling.

"Are you a dovahkiin-tongue, [Y/N]?! Why did you never tell me this before?!"

Bill punches him on the arm.

You turn your attention back to the dragon, and inch forward, your palms still open. "We can take you back to Kettleburn. He will probably feed you there, too. We just need you to stay calm."

The dragon narrows its eyes at you, its nostrils flaring again. But then, it nods.

You all sigh with relief.

~~~~

Under your guidance, the Weasley boys manage to heard the Norwegian Ridgeback back into Care for Magical Creatures. Kettleburn asked Bill, as the senior student, to help him feed the beast. Bill obeyed, but promised to give Charlie a stern talking-to later.

You and Charlie watch as they disappear behind the treeline.

Finally, Charlie turns to you and grabs your hands.

"[Y/N]!" He exclaims. "That was brilliant! Why didn't you tell me you could speak to dragons!?"

Your face turns hot. You blink, your mind going blank.

Charlie's hands are warm around yours. He's beaming.

"Um," you try, "I. I guess I always thought it's weird, so I don't talk about--"

"Weird?!" He interrupts. "Are you joking?! What I'd give to be a dovahkiin-tongue! That's incredible! You're incredible!"

His smile brightens, and you feel the blood rush into your ears.

"C'mon," he says, and begins pulling you off. "We've got to talk more about this. I have SO many questions!"

~~~

For the rest of the day, Charlie would not stop asking you questions about your unique skill. Not that you minded the extra time with him, of course.

You're both sitting in the courtyard together, the clear night sky twinkling overhead.

"Fus," you try explaining again.

"Fus," he says, but his pronunciation is... horribly off.

Your bite your cheek. "How can I explain it... less 'oo' like a cow mooing."

He laughs, then perks up. "Hey! Maybe it would help if I actually feel the shape of your facial muscles when you do it. Would you mind that?"

The sparkle in his eyes is so enthusiastic, so sincere, it makes your brain freeze.

"U-uhm, sure," you start, but before you even finish, he's reached his hand out to cup your cheek.

You hope the starlight above isn't enough to illuminate how intensely your face is burning.

"Now, let's try again," Charlie beams.

You gulp and feel your heart restart from where it was frozen.

"Fus," you manage to stutter.

Charlie blinks, then smiles his brilliant smile.

"Interesting," he muses. "I think that helped. I felt that you actually suck your cheek in, like in a whistle, for the vowel."

His hand is still on your cheek, soft and warm. All you can do is nod.

He holds your gaze and doesn't move. He doesn't say anything for the next moment-- only stares at you, his lips curled into a soft smile.

"You know," he finally says, gently. "You have really soft skin, [Y/N.]"

Your heart backflips.

And --for a second, under the moonlight-- you swear you see his freckled cheeks dusted pink, too.

After what feels like an eternity, he lowers his hand and clears his throat. "Well, ah," he says, "it's getting late, isn't it? We should probably head back to the dorms before the professors yell at us."

You nod hastily, your heart still pounding. "Yes, you're right."

"But! We'll definitely pick up where we left off tomorrow!"

He bids you goodnight, and later that night, in bed, you can't help but inch your hand up to the cheek he had held so intently.

Pick up where we left off...

You smile as you drift to sleep.

[the-al-chemist]

Another Day

A/N: July’s prompt for @hp-12monthsofmagic is “Surprise…”, and this story contains a fairly big one. I’ll let Charlie tell you about it… Warnings: two minor swear word, one of which barely counts as a swear. Tagging: @fantasywriter19 and @toads-in-my-pockets, who I think may particularly enjoy this little story.

The sun was high in the sky, making the autumn leaves on the ground glow in shades of gold as Charlie arrived in the front garden of the Burrow. From inside the house, the sounds of laughter and clattering pots and pans could be heard as he crunched his way across the yard to the front porch, still dizzy from his Portkey.

He knocked on the front door and was greeted by his mother, who immediately smothered him in an almost rib-breakingly tight hug.

“Bloody hell, Mum. It’s like you’ve not seen me in six months, not six weeks!”

“Well, six weeks is a long time when I had gotten used to you being around all the time,” Mrs Weasley replied. “It’s just lovely to have you home, dear.”

Charlie’s mother let him go, looking almost expectantly behind him before sighing deeply.

“What’s the matter?” Charlie asked her.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I thought that maybe… Oh, never mind. Come on inside, dear.”

Shaking his head despairingly, Charlie followed his mother inside the house. It didn’t look quite the same as it had when he was growing up, but it still felt like home, a fact he was grateful for, given the state the house had been in at the end of the war. The Death Eaters had completely ransacked the house and destroyed parts of it; it had taken Charlie and his brother Percy the best part of a year to fully restore it to its former unglorified glory.

In the living room was Percy himself, along with Charlie’s other two eldest brothers and their father. Charlie hugged each of them in turn, finishing with his older brother, Bill.

“Where’s Fleur?” Charlie asked him, looking around himself as if his sister-in-law might suddenly appear out of nowhere - which, in fairness, she could.

“She went for some air,” replied Bill, smiling broadly. “She’s out in the back garden watching Harry and Ginny teach Teddy to ride a broom.”

“Right. And the others?”

“Ron and Hermione should be here any minute now, and knowing Artemis, she will be here ten minutes late.”

“Of course. Why break the habit of a lifetime?” Charlie said, raising his eyebrows knowingly. “I’ll go and show my face outside.”

In the back garden, Fleur Weasley was sitting on a deck chair with a glass of water, watching Charlie’s sister Ginny and her boyfriend holding a blue-haired toddler upright on a broomstick. At the sight of her brother, Ginny left Harry and Teddy to their flying lesson and ran across the grass towards him.

“Did you come here alone?” she demanded, without even saying hello first.

“It’s nice to see you too, Gin.”

“Yeah, whatever. Answer the question.”

“Uh, yes. Why?”

“Oh, mum was getting all excited. She got it into her head that you were bringing a girl home as a surprise.”

Charlie blinked. “Why would she think that?”

“Because Mum just loves marrying people off, doesn’t she?” Ginny laughed. “And because you only ever usually come home when it’s a special occasion.”

Ginny had a point, Charlie had to admit that. When he had first left home at eighteen, he struggled to afford Portkeys, and always found himself feeling more homesick returning to Romania after visiting his family. Going home infrequently had become somewhat of a habit, but after the war ended and he moved back to Romania following a year’s sabbatical, his priorities had changed. He had visited more often in the last five months, but it just so happened that his visits had coincided with big events: Ginny’s graduation, George’s shop re-opening, Ron’s engagement. This was the first time he had come home without there being some sort of occasion, the first time that it was just another day in the life of the Weasley family.

“Anyway,” Ginny continued, apparently not noticing the somewhat guilty conscience of her brother, “Mum started putting twos together, you know what she’s like.”

“She does like putting twos together.”

“So, you definitely haven’t brought a girl home, then?”

Charlie looked one way and then the other, before holding his hands aloft and shrugging his shoulders.

“Mum will be disappointed,” Ginny laughed, and Fleur smirked into her glass of water.

“I expect zat she will cope,” she said wryly.

From inside the house, Molly called that dinner was ready, and the whole family made their way towards the kitchen. Charlie ducked under a platter of roast potatoes making its own way to the table in order to greet the latecomers: his youngest brother Ron and his fiancée, and Charlie’s best friend from school, Artemis Hexley.

“Trust you to arrive just in time for food,” he muttered to her as he pulled her into a hug. “Though you could’ve at least brushed your hair.”

“Oh, piss off,” Artemis prodded Charlie in the ribs and wriggled out from his arms. “How was your journey here, anyway?”

“Not too bad.”

“The grannies of Ottery St Catchpole all survived you apparating, then?”

“You know, that joke stopped being funny about eight years ago.”

“To you, maybe.”

Artemis grinned wickedly and made her way to the table, Charlie following behind her. As the plates of food were passed around and the kitchen was filled with the sound of lively conversation, he realised how much he had missed moments like this. This was exactly what he had wanted for his visit home.

When the chatter at the dinner table reached a natural lull, Charlie cleared his throat quietly. Before he could say anything to fill the gap, however, Bill rose to his feet.

“I didn’t realise there were going to be speeches,” said George, through a mouthful of food.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Bill laughed sheepishly. “It’s just that while everyone is here, I - well, Fleur and I - wanted to tell you all something.” He placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder and smiled at her so widely he looked as if he might burst from happiness, before telling the rest of the family: “We are going to have a baby.”

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with even more noise and movement than before. Molly and Arthur Weasley rose from their seats to embrace their oldest son and daughter-in-law, Molly making high-pitched noises and crying. Percy congratulated them heartily, and Artemis dropped her fork on the floor in surprise.

Charlie bent down to pick it up and handed it back to her, their eyes meeting as the fork exchanged hands. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, and he gave her an almost imperceptible shrug in response.

Just like that, the day now belonged to Bill, Fleur, and their unborn child. The talk at the dinner table had turned to babies, to names and dates and sleeping arrangements. Even after dinner ended, the discussion continued, with Charlie’s mother rushing to find the family albums to find photos of her own seven babies for everyone to look at, an ordeal Charlie managed to escape by offering to clean up after dinner.

“Can I just grab a glass for Fleur?” Bill asked him, once everyone else had retired to the sitting room.

“Of course you can,” Charlie ducked out of the way of a cupboard to allow Bill to summon a glass from it. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad.”

“Neither can I.”

“You must be so happy.”

“I am,” said Bill, still smiling. “Terrified, but happy.”

“It’ll be alright. You’ll be a great dad.”

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“I mean it,” Charlie held his hand out to Bill. “Congratulations, mate.”

The two brothers shook hands before wrapping their free arms around each other’s shoulders.

“I’m just glad you decided to come back this weekend,” Bill said. “We didn’t want some people finding out before others, and you know how hard it is to get everyone in one place when it’s not for something specific.”

“Hm, yeah.” Charlie nodded, aware that Artemis had just entered the room and pulled a face that made it hard for him not to laugh. “Tough, that.”

“I mean it, thank you. Anyway, better give this to Fleur. Sorry, Artemis, didn’t realise you were behind me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Artemis paused before briefly hugging Bill around the waist. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She watched Bill carry Fleur’s glass out of the room, before leaning back against the kitchen table and watching the dishes wash and dry themselves at the sink.

“You didn’t fancy looking at the photos of baby Bill in the bath, then?” asked Charlie.

“Not really. I lived with him for half of last year, if I wanted to see his knob I’d have had plenty of opportunities to do so.”

Charlie laughed and used his wand to direct the clean plates into the cupboard before joining Artemis on the edge of the table.

“So much for it just being another boring, regular day at the Burrow,” she muttered quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I never said it would be boring,” replied Charlie, his voice also lowered. He sighed. “That’s the thing about big families. There’s always something going on with someone. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Honest?”

Artemis turned her face towards Charlie, holding his gaze.

“Yeah,” she said, completely honestly. “If anything, it’s kind of funny. You had this brilliant plan set out for weeks, and Bill swoops in at the last minute with the exact same idea.”

“Well, they say great minds think alike,” Charlie grinned. “You think that’s funny, you should hear what Mum and Ginny said.”

“What was that?”

“They thought I might be bringing home a girlfriend this weekend.”

“Did they really?” Artemis smirked. “That’s brilliant. What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing at all?”

“No, I just went like this,” Charlie held his hands up slightly and shrugged his shoulders. Artemis blinked at him. “What? It works every time.”

Artemis burst out laughing, using one hand to stifle the sound of her giggles as Charlie shushed her through his own.

“We can’t now, can we?” she whispered, once the two of them had composed themselves.

“Not really, no.”

“That would be unfair.”

“It would,” said Charlie. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s just good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. I missed you.”

“You too.”

Charlie cast a glance over his shoulder at the door before wrapping his arm around Artemis.

“So, now what?” she asked, reaching across him to take his free hand, her fingers walking over his like the rungs of a ladder.

“We let them have their day today, and then we will just have to make a new plan so we can have our turn another day.”

“And that’s when we’ll tell them about” - Artemis’ eyes flicked from Charlie’s right hand in her lap to his left on her shoulder - “us?”

With another look back at the door, Charlie pulled her closer to him, kissed her hairline, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Yeah. That’s when we’ll tell them about us.”

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

🥹🥹🥹 they love MC

[pooks]

Cassidy (MC): (angrily to Charlie) Alright listen you little noob firecracker- Charlie: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! See what I mean, Perce? Volatile. Cassidy: I am so gonna remember this, Charlie! Percy, hiding behind Bill: You should sleep with your pillow on top. Of your head. Tonight. Bill: (snickers)

Bonus: Rowan and Ben takes bets on when Charlie's gonna be hexed or die by Cassidy's fury.

[livelaughlovewonderwoman]

hogwarts mystery mc every year:

THIS GAME IS MY LIFE NOW

[domaslut]

Felix would be so proud of Mc. She’s spending all her books on dragons to make his dream come true… She is like “Wake up, little dragon, it’s time to surprise my soon to be husband!”.

So, Felix, babe, be ready for Mc and her army of dragons. Buy her a ring, she deserves it.

[ohmycassy]

first days at school

Это утро точно не должно было стать каким то особенным. До стука в дверь она поистине так и считала.

Зала была залита солнечным светом, несмотря на скоротечно уходящее лето, воздух оставался все таким же удушающе затхлым. На обед отец чаще всего отлучался домой, предпочитая разделять его с дочерью и близкой подругой-аврором. Элладора все свои выходные проводила в поместье Краучей, где они с главой семейства либо обсуждали работу, как две старые подружки, либо же, когда Сильвиан отсутствовал, присматривала за Вальпургой, мало-мальски обучая ее школьной программе, которая не требовала прямое присутствие магических способност��й. Блэк нравилась Вальпурга, и не смотря на то, что та была сквибом, женщина искренне любила и поддерживала ее на протяжении почти что всей жизни.

— Ты смотри! Татсхилл Торнадос снова продули Гарпиям. Кто бы сомневался...

Сильвиан сидящий во главе стола отвлекся на газету, вслух зачитывая некоторые интересные объявления, Вальпурга же намазывала масло на кусочек чиабатты, когда в поместье, словно гром среди ясного неба прогремел стук в дверь. Металлическое кольцо еще разок лязгнуло в руках профессора, перед тем как опуститься, а сам Элеазар Фиг, сняв шляпу, замер в ожидании.

Дверь открылась и гость, приветствуемый хозяином дома, огласил весть, разделившую жизнь Вальпурги на до и после. Мгновение, и вот, она держит в руках письмо, которое ждала года четыре назад в свои одиннадцать, но так и не дождалась.

Ее бьет крупная дрожь. Отец улыбается так, будто давно об этом знал. А Элладора лишь хмурится, замечая как девочка, едва готовая расплакаться, сидит будто оглушенная заклинанием «Остолбеней», не в состоянии вымолвить и слова. Это все не правильно. Ошибка. Она же не умеет ничего, у нее нет способностей.

. . . Разве?

В начале лета она случайно подожгла шторы, потому что когда они занимались с Элладорой зельеварением, Вальпурга подумала что просто зазевалась и даже не заметила как из горелки вылетела искра, однако Блэк, придала этому большое значение. Череду дальнейших странностей девочка даже обдумывать боялась. Все таки ее отец один из самых влиятельных волшебников Англии, в чьем доме полным полно магических артефактов, летающих книг и прочих странностей, поэтому любое осознание сразу же отметалось на корню. Ровно как и сейчас. Словно с толчка в спину она резко поднимается и под недоумевающие взгляды ускользает в свою комнату, не проронив и слова вплоть до следующего утра.

Спустя пару дней профессор наведался вновь, отдав ей старую палочку и обучив паре заклинаний, а после вновь исчез ровно до того самого дня.

Первый день сентября встретил ее холодным ветром, а так же мелко накрапывающим дождем, грозившим в скором времени перерасти в бурю. Дилижанс, запряженный фестралами двинулся прямиком с одной из старейших мостовых Лондона, взмывая в небо наперегонки с начинающимся проливным ливнем, интенсивно барабанящим по крыше кареты. Крупная дрожь нагнала Вальпургу и здесь. Неестественный холод забирался под пальто, хотя что профессор, что его друг, внезапно увязавшийся за их компанией, будто и не чувствовали его. Они полушепотом разговаривали об очередном стремительно развивающемся восстании гоблинов, и его главном виновнике Ранроке, абсолютно нелицеприятном гоблине, что сиял своей лысиной со страниц утренних газет. Отец читал ее сегодня, не слишком внимательно, чтоб принять новость об очередном восстании как за особо важную. Гоблины восставали всегда: вечно недовольные своим положением в обществе, отсутствием права на владение палочкой, на все и сразу. Однако каждое восстание заканчивалось ровно так же быстро, как и начиналось — гоблинам либо кидали кость в виде какого-нибудь мало-мальского закона, немного облегчающего им жизнь, либо затыкали силой. А судя по тому, какие порой воинственные бывают гоблины, в особенности те, кто не занимался бюрократией в Гринготтсе, а вели более вольный образ жизни, затыкали силой их довольно часто.

В руках мистера Озрика, спутника профессора, мелькает загадочный предмет, внешне напоминающий либо футляр, либо странный криптекс, потому как тот был ровным и гладким без каких либо вращающихся элементов, и посему открыть его не представлялось возможным, ровно до того момента как...

— Профессор, а что это за свечение? — Удивленно кивает Вальпурга, показывая на символ, обрамляющий футляр.

— Свечение? Я не вижу никакого свечения.

Они переглядываются всего мгновение перед тем, как громоподобный треск разделяет карету на две части. Щелкнувший от прикосновения девочки, футляр распахивается, а лежащее в нем сокровище, серебряный ключ, выскальзывает вниз, едва пропадая из виду в разверзнувшейся под их ногами пропасти. Огромный исполинский дракон, захватив пастью половину кареты, с противным скрежетом сцепляет зубы, раскрасив морду кровью мистера Озрика, не успевшего даже среагировать для трансгрессии.

Из груди вырывается крик, она отворачивается, стараясь смотреть куда угодно, лишь бы не на дракона, в опасной близости маячившего у того, что осталось от их кареты. Ее взгляд останавливается на маленьком окошке для переговоров с извозчиком, а сердце замирает, через него она видит проявляющихся фестралов, будто бы с тех резко сняли дезиллюминационные чары. Чудовищно красивые создания.

Секунда, и профессор дергает ее за собой, прямиком в бездну, и сжимая девчонку за руку, притягивает летящий ключ акцио, не вынимая палочки из кармана, буквально за считаные секунды до того как пасть дракона сомкнулась бы над их фигурами. Мир завертелся перед глазами, Крауч и раньше путешествовала через порталы, поэтому была знакома с этим ощущением. Портал выплевывает их из своего плена довольно резко, и она, не в состоянии удержаться на ногах, некрасиво плюхается на каменный пол, до крови разодрав себе колени. В нос ударяет запах сырости подземелий, а ледяной пол заставляет поежиться и все же разлепить глаза лишь с одной мыслью, — первое сентября определенно не лучший день чтобы умереть в пасти дракона.

Сжимая зубы она поднимает голову, отрывая ее от каменного пола дабы осмотреться. Тишину таинственного полумрака, освещенного лишь несколькими свечами оттеняет чье-то мирное посапывание. Вальпурга оглядывается, находя профессора Фига в двух шагах от себя, он давным-давно поднялся на ноги (если вообще падал) и теперь наматывал круги в изумлении разглядывая до боли знакомую обстановку.

— Профессор, портал перенес нас.. в Гринготтс? Почему? — ее голос звучит в тишине слишком звонко. Храп на мгновение притих, а потом, чуть погодя вновь возобновился.

— Возможно именно здесь есть то, что этот ключ открывает. - Заворожено предполагает Элеазар, но после, будто выпав из трансового состояния, оборачивается: — Вы в порядке?

— Пустяки, сэр. — Она поднимается, стыдливо пряча сбитые колени под длинной юбкой, и отряхнув себя от пыли, выпрямляется.

Профессор Фиг решается разбудить гоблина, что все это время мирно храпел, пуская слюни на огромную ветхую книгу. Тот, пробудившись, изумленным взглядом оглядывает незваных гостей, и наконец слезает со своей высоченной трибуны, радостно забирая из рук профессора ключ.

— Исторический день, сэр! Исторический день!

Путь до хранилища был долгим, гоблин воодушевленно акцентировал внимание на то, что искомое хранилище, было одним из самых первых еще со времен открытия магического банка, которое предоставляло своим старейшим клиентам как личный вход, так и зачарование ключей в одноразовые порталы. Сейфу № 19 было около четырехсот лет, и за все эти четыреста лет его ни разу не посещали. О том, кем же был его владелец, гоблин стоически умалчивал, не поддаваясь ни на какие уговоры, дескать вам виднее, в чье хранилище вы решили заглянуть. Вагонетка совершила очередной вираж и устремилась к водопаду, бьющему ключом прямиком по рельсам. " Гибель воров" окатила их с ног до головы, однако одежда на удивление осталась сухой. Это заклинание смывает любые чары, однако позволить себе данную охранную систему может не каждый волшебник, — рассказывал когда то отец. Выехав на отдельную площадку, предназначенную данному хранилищу, тележка сбавила ход, а после и вовсе остановилась. Вальпурга чувствовала себя словно не в своей тарелке, все это было слишком странно. Странно, стремительно, спонтанно и, если честно, пугающе. Как только гоблин вставил ключ в дверь, в тишине послышались сотни маленьких лязгающих механизмов, отпирающих сейф. Тяжелая железная дверь со скрипом отворилась, а низкий отошел, пропуская профессора и его протеже внутрь.

Во мраке небольшой комнатки виднелся тупик. Дверь за ними предательски захлопнулась.

— Следуя предписанию мне надлежит впустить обладателя ключа в сейф, а после закрыть за ним дверь.

— Вот же... чертов низушек. — Негодовал профессор, метаясь по небольшому хранилищу подобно птице угодившей в ловушку. Ситуация пугала его донельзя.

— Вы меня простите, Мисс Крауч, мне очень стыдно,.. но у меня клаустрофобия.

Но Вальпурга его будто и не слышала, лишь сорвалась стремглав куда-то к противоположной стене, чем ни на шутку перепугала и без того взволнованного профессора.

— Сэр, здесь тоже—

— Свечение? О, хвала Мерлину! Ваши способности здесь как нельзя кстати! — Его усталое лицо озаряет лучик счастья, и прикоснувшись к символу, что потихоньку проявил перед их глазами дверь, девочка все же решается на вопрос.

— Но что за способности? Почему вы не видите свечения, а я вижу? — Дверь распахивается перед их глазами, однако входить они не спешат. Профессор Фиг собирается с мыслями, а после виновато изрекает:

— Я должен раскрыть вам тайну, Вальпурга. Моя жена Мириам, незадолго до своей смерти изучала давно утерянную форму магии. В старых фолиантах ее называли никак иначе, как Древняя Магия. - Мужчина делает шаг вперед, и Крауч следует за профессором, старая не отставать. На его лице читалась грусть, Мистеру Фигу все еще тяжело давались разговоры о покойной жене. — С ее помощью был построен Хогвартс, и... Мири очень волновал вопрос, как настолько сильная магия могла просто-напросто исчезнуть? Футляр, что принес с собой Мистер Озрик принадлежал ей, она нашла его в одной из своих раскопок. И перед тем, как она... кхм, умерла, она отправила его Джорджу, чтобы тот передал его мне.

— То есть, футляр связан с Древней Магией, и я смогла его открыть потому что владею ей? Профессор, месяц назад я была сквибом, и сказки про дар к магии я оставила в одиннадцатилетнем возрасте.

— Но вы владеете палочкой! Да, пока из рук вон плохо, но это дело практики, к тому же вам еще не подобрали собственную палочку. Почему вы отказались зайти к Олливандеру перед отъездом?

— Потому что я не волшебница, профессор.

— Глупости, Вальпурга! Ни маглы, ни сквибы не в состоянии и искры высечь из палочки, если в них нет дара! Вы же научились использовать как минимум три разных заклинания!

— Я не удивлюсь если рядом стоял папа и из-за ширмы колдовал вместо меня.

— Вас н�� переубедить. Хорошо, тогда прошу, дождитесь церемонии распределяющей шляпы. Уверяю, она не сможет распределить вас ни на один из факультетов, если вы и впрямь сквиб. Однако,..

— Будто не хватало мне в жизни позора.

Над ними повисло неловкое молчание, профессор раздумывал над словами своей протеже, самой же протеже хотелось разрыдаться от того, в какую кошмарную ситуацию ее толкает судьба. Это было несправедливо. Мало того, она уже была клеймом позора на своей семье, на что отец всегда гневно отнекивался, однако она все прекрасно понимала и без слов. Стыд давным-давно пустил корни в ее сердце, и сейчас только сильнее раздирал, как казалось, давно зажившие внутренности.

Коридор привел их в огромную залу, выполненную из сине-бирюзового мрамора, горящего в полутьме мистическим сиянием. Посреди комнаты стояла широкая чаша, над которой парила склянка, украшенная серебрянными вензелями. Мужчина взял в руки склянку, тем самым нарушив заклятие левитации, однако стоило ему откупорить ее дабы вылить воспоминание в омут памяти, резкий шум открывающихся дверей привлек внимание, заставив Фига закрыть сосуд обратно, а после убрать его во внутренний карман пальто.

— Я был прав.

В дверях застыл главный новостной заголовок этой осени собственной персоной. Ранрок, лысый коренастый гоблин одетый в доспехи, переливающиеся кроваво-красным свечением. Уродливый донельзя, впрочем как и все гоблины. Тем временем он продолжал:

— Я благодарю вас за то, что открыли для меня это хранилище, возможно, если вы по хорошему отдадите мне все, что нашли здесь, я оставлю вам жизнь. Возможно... — Усмехаясь, он обнажает острые словно бритва зубы, однако его довольство прерывается внезапным тычком в плечо. Это оказался тот самый гоблин, что привел их в это хранилище.

— Но сэр, в сейфе имеет право находиться лишь.. — Однако договорить это оказалось ему не под силу, Ранрок смерил клерка злобным взглядом, а после предупреждающе произнес:

— Подумай хорошенько над тем, что именно ты сейчас скажешь.

— Я лишь хочу сказать, что есть правила—

Тело гоблина взмывает вверх, и стремительно ударяется об одну из колонн, с хрустом ломая тому хребет. ��альпурга не в состоянии отвести взгляд с кровавой дорожки, стекающей вслед за распластанным подле колонны трупом, лишь закрывает рот рукой, в глазах ее застыли первые слезинки.

Профессор закрывает свою протеже собой и сразу же отбивает гоблинское заклинание с помощью щитовых чар. Освещение вмиг меняется, а пол под ними становится словно жидким, вынуждая их обоих, не теряя и секунды, отбежать к противоположной стене, подальше от Ранрока, выбрасывающего заклинание за заклинанием. Протего едва не разбивается, однако из центра где до этого момента находился омут памяти, материализуется огромный исполинский страж. Взмахом своего меча он вынуждает гоблина потерять бдительность и криво отпрыгнуть подальше. Элеазар Фиг использует это промедление как шанс, нанося удар за ударом, надеясь что защита Ранрока спадет, стоит лишь подгадать момент, Вальпурга же взглядом ищет выход и находит его в огромном зеркале, загоревшемся слабо-различимым сиянием.

— Профессор, сюда! Тут выход! - Взявшись за рукав она тянет его в нужном направлении так, чтобы он мог не отрываясь следить за ходом боя, из втягивает в зеркало, борясь ровно с тем же тошнотворным чувством, с коим они переместились посредством зачарованного ключа.

— Еще один портал! Немыслимо. - Произносит он, и оглянувшись, усмехается. Они очутились в лесу, который был до боли знаком профессору, и если пройти дальше, за кронами деревьев вскоре появятся шпили школы чародейства и волшебства. Его взгляд устремляется на дрожащую протеже, второе перемещение за день дало свои плоды, бедную мутило словно после карусели, воздуха катастрофически не хватало, поэтому девушка, согнувшись, тяжело дышала, смаргивая пелену из слез перед глазами.

— Отдышитесь Мисс Крауч, и давайте все же поторопимся, мы ведь не хотим опоздать на церемонию распределения?