#can you imagine the two cats curled up together all over hogwarts?

[crescenthistory]

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[frost-queen]

Puffskein's competition (Reader x Sebastian Sallow)

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Summary: You and Sebastian are in a happy relationship till one day you get a puffskein gifted from Poppy. The little ball of puff taking away all your attention, making you spend less time with Sebastian to his annoyance.

“Out of the way.” – Poppy called out loud, panting out of breath. She was waving her arms across to make way. Needing a clear path to her destination. Students jumped aside or pushed their friends aside seeing the whirlwind of Poppy Sweetings haste herself in the corridors. She received many glares or confused glances which she could care less for. – “Sorry.” – she panted out, squeezing herself between two friends.

Amit came walking out of a classroom, carrying a pile of books. – “Away!” – Poppy called out, startling him. He screamed as his books got flown up. Poppy took out her wand, slowing a bit down. – “Levioso.” – she said over her shoulder. Amit’s books started to float up and down in the air. – “Sorry Amit, emergency.” – Poppy shouted at him before running away.

Turning a corner, she nearly slipped. – “Easy Sweetings.” – Garreth Weasley called out seeing her nearly take a tumble. – “Can’t speak.” – she breathed out as an answer. Garreth leaned forwards to watch her run towards the end of the corridor, taking a sharp turn to the left.

Nearly close to passing out from having run almost the entirety of Hogwarts in search of you. Finally she saw you. Near Professor Fig’s classroom. – “Y/n!” – Poppy called out relieved. It made you turn your head curiously. Sebastian’s head appearing beside yours. Quirking his eyebrows at the loud Hufflepuff screaming her lungs out for you. Your eyes widened seeing Poppy haste over to you.

Having a clue of what she was about to do, you let go of Sebastian’s hand. Poppy jumped against you for a hug, making you wrap your arms around her so she wouldn’t fall. The two of you spun a bit around from the impact. Laughing loud, you set Poppy back down. – “Hello Poppy.” – you said with a smile. – “Y…Y/n…” – she panted out, needing to catch her breath.

“You need to come with me.” – she said taking your hand. Sebastian puffed up his chest, pulling your arm back to him. – “Where?” – he wanted to know. Poppy gave him a tiresome look. – “I have something for her.” – Poppy told him. Sebastian quirked his eyebrow at her.

You removed your arm from him, turning round to him. – “I’ll be right back.” – you told him with a kiss against his cheek. Sebastian immediately curled up a smile. Too smitten with you.

“Okay.” – he answered sheepishly, rubbing his hands together. You gave him a goodbye kiss on his lips before following Poppy. Sebastian remained behind waving you goodbye as you went with Poppy. Poppy grabbed your arm near the stairs, starting to run. – “Where are we going?” – you asked, running along to keep up with her. – “I saved it from poachers.” – Poppy explained, revealing a bit from the secret.

That gave you enough to know it was a mystical beast. – “Alone?” – you questioned, knowing how ruthless those poachers can be. Poppy hummed soft nearly bumping Leander out of the way. – “Watch it!” – he called out annoyed. – “Poppy.” – you groaned out, not liking that she went alone. – “I know, I know.” – she puffed out. She led you out of the castle, onto the fields. Running to the left.

Away from the castle. Past the quidditch stadium to the class of care for mystical beasts. In one of the cages was a yellow furball. Bouncing happily around at the sight of Poppy. Poppy had let go of you, kneeling before the cage. – “I couldn’t let the poachers have him.” – Poppy spoke whilst opening the cage.

She took out the puffskein, holding it in her arms. Giving it a sweet rub before turning to you. – “It’s yours.” – she exclaimed holding the puffskein out to you. – “Me?” – you blurted out in shock. Tilting your head a bit at the beast. Poppy hummed loudly. – “You’ll be a great mama to it.” – she pointed out. Smiling nervously, you weren’t sure about this. Never having cared for a beast outside of class.

“I’m… not sure…” – you told her hesitantly. Poppy waved your comment away. – “You’ll be great Y/n.” – shoving the puffskein practically at you. Swallowing nervously, you let your hand lower on his head. Feeling the softness of his fur. Eyes locking with the yellow furball as they seemed to widen.

Patting him more, you felt a certain cuteness over you. Taking him from Poppy, you held him up to the sun. – “Aww look at him smiling at me.” – saying out loud. Poppy chuckled sweetly. – “I knew you’d like him.” – she told you. You moved it closer to your chest, hugging it gently.

“I’ll take good care of you.” – you told the puffskein. The beast made a sound that made your heart melt. You gave Poppy a kiss against her cheek, walking off with your puffskein. Completely in awe of it. – “You must be hungry little guy.” – you spoke to it, using an extra sweet voice. – “I’ll find you some food.” – you held the puffskein in your arms, walking down the hill.

After having found some food, you sat down in the grass. Combing the puffskein’s fur. Humming softly as you were so occupied with him. Barely noticing anyone approaching you. – “I thought you’d come right back?” – Sebastian spoke, coming to hover over you. Leaning his head down to look at yours from upside down as the sudden beast made him jump back.

Not expecting it to be there on your lap. – “What’s that?” – he called out. – “A puffskein.” – you told him, holding it up to him with a smile. – “I can see that, but why do you have it?” – he questioned, pushing your hand slightly back so that the furball was out of his face. – “Poppy gave it to me.” – you answered. – “Right.” – Sebastian sighed out coming to sit beside you.

“So about that owl from Fig.” – Sebastian began wanting to discuss. You hummed loud, continuing to comb the puffskein’s fur. – “About the next trial. There is no chance I’m letting you go alone.” – he started to talk, pulling out some grass to play with it in his hands. – “Sure…” – you answered barely listening. Too focused on your puffskein.

You lifted it up, smiling widely at it, before bringing it down to leave kisses on his fur. Sebastian glanced your way with furrowed brows. – “Are you even listening?” – he asked. – “Of course.” – you responded without looking back at him. Sebastian threw the grass away, grabbing you by your cheeks. Forcing you to look at him. – “Y/n, this is important!” – he made clear with desperation in his eyes.

He wanted nothing more than to keep you save. He rather not have you endure all those trials alone. Knowing they were dangerous and you could get seriously hurt. – “I know.” – you exaggerated. Sebastian sighed loud when you turned your head away to look at the puffskein again. – “Y/n can you please look at your boyfriend and not the furball on your lap.” – Sebastian called out annoyed.

You gasped in shock at him. – “He is not a furball.” – you told him clear. Feeling offended, you got up, walking off. – “Y/n where are you going?” – Sebastian shouted confused. – “Anywhere!” – you shouted back at him. Sebastian sighed loud, letting himself fall back into the grass with open arms. With a loud groan he got up after laying still for around five minutes. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked off.

Kicking a little rock on his way out of spite. Unbelievable that a furball like that could suck all your attention away. There was much at stake. You still had a target on your back. Rookwood and Ranrok wanting you served on a platter to them. This was important as he wanted to do anything to keep you save. He made his way back into the castle to go to the next class.

You sat with your puffskein in professor Fig’s class. Only Sebastian and you around. Sebastian has been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes. Trying to span a conversation with you, but you barely gave him any talk back. To occupied with your puffskein. Now he sat beside you, hand under his chin at your side, looking annoyed away.

“Who’s the cutest little ball of fluff in Scotland?” – you said out loud holding a candy up. – “Me.” – Sebastian grumbled out, tapping his fingers annoyed on the desk. – “You.” – you exclaimed gasping happily at your puffskein throwing the candy up. Your puffskein caught it as you clapped for it. Sebastian exhaled bored. Ever since that puffskein came into your life, he has been hating it ever since.

You barely had any time left for him. Devoting all your time and attention to the furball. And when you were meeting up, he could barely have all your attention. Completely devoted to the fluffball. Groaning loud, he let his hands fall stretched out over the desk, laying his head down. Thumping it lightly against the wood.

“Sebastian stop thumping your head, you are unsettling my puffskein.” – you told him. It made him stop, eyes widening. – “Unbelievable.” – he muttered out, lifting his head up. Knowing being around you had no reason, he got up. Near the door, he glanced over his shoulder to see if you would notice it. Instead you were teaching the fluffball tricks. Sebastian lowered his head, taking his leave.

Hearing the door shut, you looked around confused. – “Sebastian?” – you said with furrowed brows. Sebastian went down the few stairs finding Ominis sitting down on a bench. He came sitting by his side with a deep sigh. – “That hard?” – Ominis commented. Sebastian leaned forwards, rubbing his forehead thoughtfully. – “Ever since she has that puffskein I hardly see her.” – Sebastian told his closest friend.

Ominis’s eyes widened. – “Did you say puffskein?” – he called out curious. – “Yes and when she is around, she barely gives me attention.” – Sebastian rambled on as Ominis interrupted him. – “Where is she?” – Ominis asked having slapped his hand against Sebastian’s chest. – “Fig’s class why?” – he questioned with a quizzable brow.

Ominis got up in a hurry. – “Hey!” – Sebastian called out at his friend leaving his side too. Ominis ran back up to Fig’s class, opening the door panting. – “Oh Sebastian I’m…” – you started words swallowed back in at the sight of Ominis. – “You have a puffskein?” – he nearly screamed out. – “Yes.” – you responded happily. Ominis hasted over to you, wand up. He let his hand pat around the desk.

Growing a smile when he touched the puffskein’s fur. – “Can I borrow it?” – Ominis asked. – “Why?” – you questioned uncertain. Ominis chuckled secretly. – “I want it to meet someone.” – he replied patting the puffskein. It took you a second to get it. – “No.” – you said reluctant. – “No!” – you repeated more certain afterwards. – “Come on Y/n!” – Ominis begged.

“You are not showing my puffskein to Duncan!” – you let out, knowing he would use it to prank him. – “Y/n please.” – Ominis grabbed you by your uniform, forcing you to look at him. – “I am begging you! You can’t deny me this opportunity.” – he moved his hands up, cupping your cheeks. Squashing them a bit together. – “I’ll be good for it. Y/n I beg you. I’ll do anything for you.” – he called out, making you laugh.

Unable to resist your dear friend, you gave in. – “Fine!” – you said. Ominis kissed your cheek, happily taking the puffskein from you. – “Duncan puffscan here I come!” – he shouted loud whilst leaving the classroom.

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[seodami]

Skinny dipping | YJH

Genre: fluff, a bit suggestive and mature

Warnings: being naked

Word count: 2957

Pairing: Slytherin!Yoon Jeonghan x reader (Hogwarts AU)

Note: Last night I heard Katy Perry’s ‘Last Friday night’ and suddenly had the idea to do a skinny dipping imagine with Jeonghan in Hogwarts. I’m a huge simp for Hogwarts rn so don’t mind me haha

“By all means wait up Jeonghan!” You whisper shouted to the boy walking a few feet in front of you. You heard his familiar amused giggle and saw him turn around to allow you to catch up with his pace. The corridors of Hogwarts this late at night were filled with darkness, not a single sound could be heard besides your fast footsteps. It was a stark contrast to the busy crowd at daytime.

“What? Are you afraid we might get caught? You can still go back.” The witty Slytherin joked, not even caring to hide his mocking smile. You scoffed finally reaching his side and linking your arms together so that he wouldn’t be able to walk faster than you. “Pff noo...it’s just a bit dangerous alone at night. We could have at least gone in the afternoon rather than 1 am...” you said while avoiding his eyes.

He chuckled tugging you to the left into an even darker corridor. The only source of light being his wand. “That’s definitely no fun sweetheart. I know you like it. You don’t have to lie to me. And it’s not dangerous when you go with me.” Looking up at his face, you nearly choked about how close you were.

Things with this Slytherin boy were just confusing. One time he is ignoring you in class, the next time he bangs on your dorm room just to cuddle him. He is a real mystery to you but what could you do? His charms were irresistible. You noticed that right from the beginning.

But he was right. On the surface you were scared. A scaredy cat. But deep down, you wanted to experience and enjoy the drill of being together with Jeonghan even in the weirdest situations. He made you do things you never thought you would do.

“Are you cold?” He asked sweetly as you still haven’t answered to his previous reassurment. There were times you could absolutely despise Jeonghan for being such a jerk. But there were also times like this, where you swear your heart will leap out, out of adoration for this special boy. When he could be aggressive and over confident, he could also be gentle.

You nodded your head, squeezing Jeonghans arm a tad harder. His hands sneaked down to your hands, slowly intertwining your fingers with each other. Heat rushed to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Look there’s the back exit. If we run to the lake, you won’t feel cold anymore.” He whispered softly, making your brain feel dull. His sweet scent fogging your mind totally. As on cue you nodded whispering a small ‘okay’ back. And before you could do anything else, your hand got dragged and the wind flattered through your hair. Being with Jeonghan definitely was exciting.

And being with him definitely shut off the responsible part of your brain. And was it really bad that you loved it? The adrenaline, the risk of being caught and the rush of serotonin. It was nearly addicting. So in the end it was an impossible task to stay away from the said Slytherin despite all the warnings from your friends. And you did not regret a thing.

Heavily breathing, with Jeonghans hand still clasping yours tightly, you both came to a halt when you saw the Black lake stretching out in front of you. It looked just as dark and mysterious as the name told. It seemed nearly intimidating and dangerous.

Your eyes wandered towards Jeonghan. You watched his chest rise and fall from his heavy breathing and his silky blonde hair softly falling onto his forehead. His cheeks had a faint tint of pink because of the cold, from what you could see in the dim light.

He was truly breathtaking.

You swore in that moment, you had never seen anyone nearly as ethereal as him. You could look at him for hours.

His eyes met yours in a silent moment, absolute quietness embracing the two of you. His lips curled up into one of his most genuine smiles. If you were still cold after the running, now you definitely felt burning hot in every fiber of your body. His eyes told you how he truly felt. In moments like this you came to realize that his teasing nature really just was a mask after all. He genuinely cared. You knew that. So you smiled softly back at him. Letting him silently know the same.

Unconsciously you leaned even closer to him, just needing his close proximity at this moment. You were so ready to give it all for Jeonghan. You would have done anything if he just asked you. You only and only cared about him right now.

While his hand never left yours, his other hand wandered to your cheek. His long fingers gently stroking over it making your heart race even faster. Everything inside of you screamed for him. Your thoughts were all over the place but every single one was about him.

“Let’s go skinny dipping...” he whispered with sparkles in his big brown eyes looking down at you. Your heart sank for a second. “S-skinny...dipping? You mean... naked?” Your breath hitched at thinking about seeing naked Jeonghan. Even just a tiny glimpse at his toned chest would make you want to faint right on the spot.

His genuine smile now was mixed with his usual playful smirk. His thumb momentarily ran over your bottom lip, not being able to say anything. He let out a little giggle.

“That’s what skinny dipping means, love. Are you scared or...?” he grinned, two rows of perfect straight white teeth peeking from behind his lips. You shook your head immediately, not knowing how he could persuade you that easily.

“What about the giant squid? And i bet the water is freezing. I...” he cut you off with a giggle again. “Just trust me, you can do that right? I will protect you with my life. Always. There’s nothing scary about taking a secret swim with me at night.” His voice was like honey, melting everything inside of you. He was intoxicatedly sweet to you and you couldn’t get enough of this side of Jeonghan.

Your head moved as if by magic, letting him smile even wider. “There you go.” He let out a small laugh before letting go off your hand and face, leaving you with a cold feeling.

His tender fingers moved quickly to his shirt after slipping off his shoes and socks, slowly unbuttoning one button after another. More and more skin getting revealed by each passing second. Your eyes unconsciously followed his every movement letting him chuckle. “I knew you would love this idea Y/N...” he indirectly teased you, making you immediately look away, left speechless.

“You do this just to tease me, aren’t you? There aren’t many attractive boys lining up to undress themselves in front of me.” You murmured, suddenly finding the tree besides the lake far more interesting than Jeonghans bare chest. His small giggles trying to enchant you once again as you saw him toss his white shirt next to him in the grass from the corner of your eyes.

“Well I’m actually quite glad about that. Wouldn’t anyone else voluntarily undress in front of you besides me.” He murmured deeply, stepping a bit closer to you. Your breath hitched again as your eyes accidentally crossed his upper body. “Should I tell you something?” He started unbuttoning his black pants. You nodded, eyes fixated on the ground.

“You are the first and only person I would ever do that.” Your eyes looked up into his dark brown again. You could see he meant it. A small smile replaced the nervous chewing on your lips. “I feel honored...” you managed to joke as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him standing in front of you in just a pair of black boxers.

“Oh you should. Now hurry and undress.” He smirked before his fingers grazed down to the elastic of his boxers. That was your cue to immediately turn away to look towards the castle instead. Jeonghan laughed loudly. “You are so cute Y/N...”

He threw his boxers on purpose right in front of your feet. You have never had a heart rate that fast in your entire life. Blood rushing into your ears, all you could hear was your irregular fast heartbeat. This boy knew what he was doing.

“Don’t be shy, darling... I’m gonna wait in the water. I’m not gonna look I promise.” He chuckled, hearing his voice slowly getting quieter as he walked towards the water. You let out a shaky sight not sure what to do. You definitely did think about either running away or just straight up making out with this boy. But seeing both options won’t help you, you began unbuttoning your blouse.

Jeonghan left his wand in the grass, the Lumus spell he casted before, slowly fading away, letting darkness take over. Before you tossed your shirt away though, you couldn’t resist taking a quick peek behind you, checking on the Slytherin. This happened to be a huge mistake as you took notice of his completely naked backside, consisting of a very very cute butt. You accidentally choked on air as you saw him turn his head slightly around to lock eyes with you.

Even in the near darkness you could swear making out a smirk. Quickly you turned around acting as if nothing had happened fiddling with the zipper of your skirt. “I know you looked Y/N.” He snickered, clearly teasing you again.

“No I didn’t. You have no proof. Also...you did look as well. So quit playing cool Jeonghan.” He laughed in the distance, hearing water softly splashing. “No I didn’t. You have no proof.” He mocked you with a playful tone. Rolling your eyes and assuming Jeonghan wouldn’t look again.

After you pulled your skirt off and slipped off your shoes and socks, your hands hesitantly unclasped your bra. With a deep breath you told yourself not to be such a scaredy-cat. It was just Jeonghan. Jeonghan, yes. The light cold breeze around night time let goosebumps appear on your whole body. Never would you ever have imagined yourself undressing in the middle of the night outside with Jeonghan. But life wasn’t the most predictable, wasn’t it?

At this point there was nearly no light around you at all. Only the faint glimmer of Jeonghans wand and the dim light of the moon letting you know in which direction the lake was. With a last reassuring nod towards yourself, you slipped off your underwear, now being completely exposed.

“Do not look Jeonghan, I’ll warn you.” You threatened the older boy with slightly shaking voice. “I won’t... the water is a bit cold but it’s very refreshing.” He assured you without a mocking tone this time, surprising you. Little did you know the boy had already broken his promise the second you warned him. It nearly took his breath away, seeing you standing purely naked in the faint moonlight. Your dark shillouette being enough for him to feel utterly and completely lost in his deep feelings towards you. He wouldn’t admit it sometimes but you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. The way you looked at him through your long lashes, immediately making him even crazier for you. He fell that deep for you, it was impossible for him not to touch you or be close to you all the time.

He loved how open and carefree he could be around you. He didn’t fear about his stupid reputation around you. All he cared for was your well-being. You indeed make him a better version of himself.

As you turned around, you carefully followed his voice, not exactly seeing Jeonghan in the dark. Only if you squint your eyes, you could faintly make out his dark outlines.

The water around your ankles was freezing cold and immediately made your brain clearer than ever, all tiredness from before gone like thin air.

“Where are you? I can’t see...” you whispered while clasping your teeth to avoid stuttering because of the cold. “I’m here, sweetie. Just a few more meters.” His intoxicating voice kept dragging you deeper into the water. You would follow him everywhere. Now you really understood all of the characters in movies from all these bad romantic movies. It was exactly this deep feeling you couldn’t resist but wanting to feel more.

You stretched your hands out in order to find Jeonghan. You definitely didn’t like being alone in this strange water. Just touching Jeonghans hand would reassure you a lot. You actually didn’t care anymore that you were naked in front of your crush, you just wanted to be by his side.

“Jeonghan?” You whispered still unsure where he was. Suddenly you felt a hand around your hip, letting goosebumps and a shudder down your back appear on your skin. “Here...” he mumbled with airy voice as he stood in front of you. His body warmth making you feel warmer in an instant. Not only that, but your racing heart and the adrenaline in your blood made it easy for you to not feel as cold as before anymore.

“I got you...” his voice was so tender, everything inside you screamed for him. You moved into his touch, letting your hands wander from his hands upwards towards to his shoulders. After a moment of just enjoying each other’s company, feeling nothing but a bliss of excitement and pure joy, you felt yourself moving even closer to him. Your chest already touching his, swearing his breath hitched for a second. Fingers slowly wandering behind his neck, gently playing with his silky hair at the back of his head. The smell of his fresh shampoo and expensive cologne fogging your mind slowly. Gosh you were just crazy for that Slytherin boy.

“You are so gorgeous Y/N...I can’t ever get enough of you.” He quietly confessed, feeling hot air against your neck. His lips gently grazed up your neck, slowly pressing a row of gentle kisses on the skin between your jaw and neck. Letting out a content sight, your hands dogged deeper into his fluffy hair as you pressed your bodies even closer together. Your legs courageously wrapping around his hips and waist. One of his hands wandering over your legs upwards.

“Jeonghan...” you sighed slipping your hands from his hair around his god shaped face, faintly seeing the sparkle in his eyes. Jeonghan on the other hand hadn’t heard anything more beautiful or stunning in his entire life than his name falling from your lips.

“I...I think...no I know, that... t-that I love you so much. I am completely crazy for you...just for you.” it was now your turn to confess your love to him and their was no going back. It was the pure truth. He grinned widely letting out a happy laugh, closing his eyes for a second. The moonlight hit him just in the right places.

“Me too Y/N...me too. God I love you so much.” He caressed your cheeks with his hands, letting you smile just as big as him. Serotonin just kept rushing through your veins, unable to stop smiling. Your brain couldn’t believe what you just heard. Your love was never pointless. You felt so loved.

Without hesitating any more, he pulled your faces together and gracefully layed his lips onto yours, moving together in harmony. Your whole world erupted in colors and emotions. You couldn’t quite grasp the feeling you felt during that moment but it was freeing for your soul and heart. It felt like a huge weight being taken from your shoulders and replacing it with love, love and love again.

Yoon Jeonghan loved you. He kissed you. He held you close. He protected you. It was like you even forgot you still were in the freezing water, being sure you both would catch a cold after this night.

His lips slowly pulled back from yours just to peck them again and again. Both of your giggles filling the quiet night air. None of you being able to pull away, let alone stop touching each other.

“J-Jeonghan...we...we need to stop...” you tried to tell him in between your giggles and kisses, slightly squirming under his touch. Said boy nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, covering the place with all sorts of kisses. “Why...gosh baby you smell so... good...” he breathed heavily as he began nibbling and sucking on one spot on your neck. You immediately let out a soft moan, exciting Jeonghan even more.

“N-no...we...we are still in...the lake. We will get a cold Hanie...” you kept mentioning, letting out a tad louder moan after him finding a new place for a second hickey. Pressing you even closer after hearing the nickname you have given him, he was unable to stop smiling against your neck.

“I absolutely...would love to keep doing that... but you have a point. I don’t want you to get sick.” He let go off your neck, pressing a kiss to one of your cheeks and after that on your lips. “You have no idea what you are doing to me...” he laughed before carrying you both out of the water, suddenly freezing after a cold breeze blew over your wet bodies. Your bodies were covered in goosebumps again.

You both didn’t care what you wore at this moment, you just quickly grabbed anything you could find in the dark, rushing hand in hand back towards the castle, finding a new place to share your new found love.

[lycanlupins]

Chapter 4 - Twin Together, Win Together

i have to put a disclaimer cause this chapter is filthy!! pack your bags y’all, your headed to paris 😉 

It was your final night before going back and starting your final year of Hogwarts. You had planned and mulled over every thought to get revenge on the twins but nothing sat right with you. Why couldn't you just do something? You were growing frustrated in more ways than one. Being with the Weasley's was always a delight until you realized you had pretty much no privacy. Paper thin walls, Fred and George coming and going from your room, it was a constant stream of attention and that meant you couldn't even get yourself off when you wanted to. 

The closest you had gotten was the previous night. You were edging yourself to see just how long you could go without getting interrupted and the thought hit you. What if the boys were the ones touching you? That thought alone almost finished you off then and there and you quickly stopped your movements.

"This is wrong...so wrong..." you bit your lip and closed your eyes. What if Fred and George were your boyfriends? What if they were using you like their little plaything, using every hole on your body, caressing every curve.

You let out a breathy moan, covering your mouth with your free hand. Your eyes rolled back as you used the thoughts of them to get you closer and closer to your orgasm. Then you hear a loud whoosh.

"Y/N? You up?" You heard Fred's voice at a whisper. Fuck. You stopped moving, not wanting to alert them.

"Y/N, come on we're bored." George whined, approaching your bed. Shit, shit shit. You rolled over, pretending you weren't just about to finish yourself off.

"What time is it?" You rubbed your eyes and looked at the both of them. Fuck they were hot at night. Y'know, as friends are.

"Who cares, let’s go out and drink." And thats what you did. Except the only thing you could think of was how good they looked under the misty moonlit night. The way their shirtless torsos looked soft to the touch and their matching flannel pants hugged them in the right areas.

In a drunken stupor you hummed a tune to yourself, knowing the exact implications of the song. The twins looked at you, bottle of fire whiskey between them, tilting their heads.

"What are you on about?" Fred scooted closer. The cinnamon on his breath was so tantalizing, you wanted to taste him and then George afterwards. God, why were you thinking of them that way?

"Nothing, I need to head to bed. My head is killing me..." You shook your head, sobering up in a flash. "I'll see you guys tomorrow night. We can have a toast to our final year."

You knew what you needed to do. You couldn't keep thinking about them and not acting on it, even if for one night. You marched up to their bedroom door, opening it and standing in the middle of the room.

"George, Fred, I need to know something." You were feeling particularly bold. You pulled your wand out, flicking it and shutting the door immediately.

"What's that?" They asked in unison, genuinely confused for once.

"How do you feel about taking me to Paris?" You smirked.

"Paris? What kind of money do you think--"

"Not that kind of trip you idiots." You rolled your eyes, sauntering over to George, straddling his lap as he laid on the bed. You motioned for Fred to walk over which he did, fixated on you.

"You guys and I, tonight by the lake. We see where things go and if they go in our favor...we take a one way trip to Paris." You ghosted your lips against George's, then leaned in to do the same to Fred.

"Y/N..." George whispered, grinding his hips against you.

"Deal. We'll see you at sunset." Fred was clearly more composed than his brother. You got off of George's lap, hearing him groan was a bit rewarding. You took one glance at their pants and giggled, skipping out of the room.

It was a few minutes till sunset, you were out by the large lake and pacing. Where were they, did they forget? Maybe they thought it over and decided against it. You began to panic until you heard two voices in the distance.

"...And we'll take turns." Fred stopped once he was in view.

"Oh look at what the cat dragged in. Early to our little date tonight? Are you that eager to be with us?" He teased, strutting toward you, George following suit.

"You can't blame me for being curious can you? I..." you looked away, not wanting to admit the obvious feelings that you had. At least not yet. "Never mind, we'll just do this once, yeah?"

They looked at each other, giving a look that you hadn't seen before. They turned back to you and George smirked.

"Well come on now Y/N, you were being so bold earlier, don't tell me you've chickened out now." He teased. You took that as a challenge, pulling him down to your level for a kiss. One that was full of passion, it was soft and sweet and reminded you of George's personality. You felt a tap on your shoulder after a few moments, a jealous Fred pouting with his arms crossed.

"What am I to you, chopped liver? Don't I get a kiss love?" He grabbed your chin, kissing you harder than imagined. His kiss was rough, needy, it perfectly matched his hot-headed and chaotic nature. While he distracted you, George made quick work of your bra from under your shirt. You hadn't even felt his hands until he pinched your nipples and chuckled when you jumped.

"Aw, did that feel good princess?" He whispered in your ear, nipping at it. You pulled away from Fred for a second just to nod and he growled.

"Did I say you could stop kissing me? I thought you'd be able to double task better than this baby...tsk tsk. Guess we'll have to show you how hm?" Fred shook his head, giving George a nod. Within moments you were being swept off your feet and scooped up into the arms of George. You held on for dear life as you heard wind rushing by and then silence.

"Don't worry darling, we've cast a silencing charm and locked our door, no need to worry about being too loud. We want to hear that pretty little voice. Well...when your mouth isn't preoccupied." George set you down and you stood in front of them both. They were staring you down, smirks on their faces.

"Strip darling, can't very well get much done with you in your clothes." George eyed you up and down. While you stripped nervously, they pushed their beds together to make a double bed for the occasion.

"Its not much but it'll do for our trip to the Eiffel tower eh?" Fred ushered you toward the bed. You sat at the edge of it, stark naked, looking at their expressions.

"God you look good enough to eat Y/N..." George licked his lips. "Good thing I'm hungry. Freddie, you take care of her while I'm enjoying my dessert yeah?" George positioned you on your back, legs spread wide for him. He gave you one experimental lick, groaning and laughing.

"Bloody hell you taste divine." He went straight to work, leaving you with your mouth open. You couldn't think straight, not with one of them between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal. He seemed to savor every last drop of your essence and while you were thinking about his skilled tongue, his brother was stripping down behind you.

Fred pulled your hair, your face now inches from his cock. God it was thick, there was no way you could take that all in your mouth, or in any hole honestly.

"Shy love? Don't be, you've already gotten this far, we won't hurt you. Open up for me alright, if you need a moment just tap my thigh." For someone so ready to fuck he was being mighty gentle. That eased you into it, sliding his cock into your mouth as far as it would go. You glanced at him, his head thrown back, hand in his hair. It was almost angelic, and you were sure George looked just as good while buried between your thighs.

"Such a good girl...look at how well you're taking my cock. Pretty little thing, just waiting to get ruined aren't you?" Fred dragged a finger along your throat as he slowly thrusted in and out. Your legs began to shake as George sucked on your clit, making obscene noises to get your attention.

"I think she's close, should I give her what she wants?" George pulled away, leaving you with an ache in your lower belly. Fred mulled it over, grabbing your throat with his hand as he began to move faster.

"Give her what she wants, I bet she'd lover to be full of cum, wouldn't she?" Fred smacked your cheek lightly, earning a groan and slight nod from you. George slid two fingers inside of you, stretching you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You arched your back off the bed but he pushed you right back down.

"No no, you don't get to move baby, not until we're done with you." George growled, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. He quickly took off his pants and boxers, positioning himself at your entrance.

"No turning back now love, by the end of tonight you'll need help getting around the train station tomorrow." He slid inside of you, burying himself deep until your hips met his. You grabbed the bed sheets, tapping on Fred's thigh. Fred pulled out leaning down to make sure you were alright.

"Oh fuck! Fuck that feels good!" You moaned immediately, the both of them chuckling.

"You want a moment with George love? I know you're probably feeling a lot of things right now." He caressed your face. You nodded and reached up to give him a kiss. Fred sat back, stroking himself to the rhythm of your breathing as George held you close and pounded into you.

You were empty of any thoughts for once, the only thing going through your head was how much you adored these two. How good they made you feel and how they treated you so gently despite how needy they were to be deep inside you. You loved them, you knew you did but you pretended it was purely platonic. Then it hit, he hit. Hit that bundle of nerves inside of you that made your toes curl.

"George! Please, oh please do that again. I'm so close." You could see stars forming at the edges of your vision, the core inside you was winding up tighter and tighter until it snapped and you felt pure bliss. You came, riding out your first orgasm as George buried himself deep inside of you, releasing thick strands of cum that coated your walls. You fell limp for a moment before you heard a laugh from behind. Oh shit. You were left with the rougher of the two to finish off with and you weren't prepared.

"Come here little minx, come ride daddy's lap." He shifted and you crawled to him, sitting straight down on his lap. You missed the full feeling more than you realized and rested your head against his chest.

"Don't worry love, I've got you." He cooed, grabbing your hips gently before he started to drive into you at a relentless pace. After having just come down from one orgasm you could feel this one creeping up much faster, much harder than the last.

"Fred please i-it's..." You threw your head back, not able to get your words out before you felt the pressure almost snap. Fred grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

"You better cum nice and hard for me princess, got it? Make sure you squeeze around my cock, tell me how good I make you feel." You nodded and came as he thrusted one last time and came inside of you. You got up off of him and fell onto the bed, your legs feeling like complete and utter jelly.

"That was..." you sighed and closed your eyes with a smile.

"Amazing? Fantastic? Best you've ever had?" Fred teased. You giggled and felt something warm and wet against your still throbbing cunt. You looked down and smiled at George who was wiping you clean with a warm cloth.

"Couldn't just leave you hanging sweetheart, you can stay the night here if you need. We can all cuddle on the beds." You nodded slowly as you dozed off. He finished cleaning you and picked you up, putting you into one of his shirts.

"She looks like a little angel doesn't she?" Fred smiled down at your sleeping frame, curled up in the middle of the two beds.

"Yeah she does, maybe we'll tell her about how we feel soon." George replied, nudging his brother.

"Maybe, but for now we'll just play along with her little game. Let’s head to bed." They each laid on one side of you, arms draped over you protectively. One of these days you'll tell them, and maybe they'll reciprocate those feelings, you thought. But today is not that day.

Tag List: @dropdeaddeadass @theweasleyslut @darthwheezely

[rosie-janeposie]

Gold Charms

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24974863/chapters/60461701

Summary:            

Tucked away in the chair by the bookcase, with a napkin with pastries to share between themselves. Usually, they would talk and unwind about their days without Skye, Orion, or any of her other friends bothering them. The two would stay in the common room talking while most everyone else had gone to bed. Their only company some nights would be Ellie's tuxedo cat Binx, purring away while they chuckled in the low-light, the enchanted star chart above them slowly revolving. Tonight, however, the new addition of a bottle with gold liquid sat to the right of the redhead.

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  Notes:          

Inspired by : Sky blue color by Lara_Kaminari.        

Hello, my Lovelies!

I got this idea from Lara_Kaminari and her fic Sky Blue Color, so be sure to check it out there should be a link above! Anyway, I liked that idea of Murphy and nail polish for some reason. Weird, I know.

Besides, late-night talks are great!

Enough about me, Let's get to Murphy and Ellie.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hogwarts Mystery Characters.

I do, however, own Ellie. :)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Chapter 1: Simple Charm                 

Murphy stared at the redhead, "What did you say?" She asked to meet him up in the common room after practice. Tucked away in the chair by the bookcase, with a napkin with pastries to share between themselves. Usual nights, they would talk and unwind about their days; without interruption from Skye, Orion, or any of her other friends. Ellie would swear up and down she wasn't that popular. The two would stay in the common room talking while most everyone else had gone to bed. Their only company some nights would be Ellie's tuxedo cat Binx, purring away. At the same time, they chuckled in the low-light, the enchanted star chart above them slowly revolving. The new addition of a bottle with gold liquid sat to the right of the redhead.

Binx was currently distracted batting around on the floor someone's lost scrunchie. The sound of the cat's rough purrs being the only other noise in the tower.

The bespectacled girl sighed, "I said I need to borrow your hand…"

"Why?"

"Because…" She whispered, stretching out her oddly plain fingers. Perhaps he was odd, but he made a habit of learning weird details about Ellana Bennett. One is that she had a terrible habit of biting her fingernails. Unless they were painted, no nail polish was strange to see.

"This has an 82.4% possibility of being a trap." The blond noted as he placed both of his hands back into his lap.

"Muuuuuurphy." She whined, before giving the blond a pout.

"Elllllliee," He mimicked.

She puffed out her cheeks, earning a small laugh from the Quidditch enthusiast, "Binx knocked my last bottle of nail polish."

Murphy crossed his arms, putting points together of where this line of conversation was headed. "Okay, so he knocked over your nail polish…"

Ellie sighed as she ruffled her hair and pushed it out of her face, "Because he knocked the bottle over, I had a hell of a time trying to up the mess." Murphy opened his mouth, "I panicked, so Scourigfy was the last thing on my mind. Then, Binx almost kept stepping into the puddle of nail polish." Murphy smirked as he noticed she began to use some of his hand gestures, "Then Tulip walked in with Dennis. Ugh! Dennis almost killed himself by standing in the mess."

"Oookay," Murphy noted tried not to laugh.

"So finally after we got Binx and Dennis, Tulip asked me why didn't I just use Scourigfy...and long story short. I had no other nail polish." Ellie stated with slight pink to her cheeks, this was a stupid thing to ask of him. "But, Rowan had some that her mom sent her. She never wears it."

"And this involves me...how?" He questioned, looking at the embarrassed girl in front of him.

Why was this so frustrating, Jacob would have done it for her no problem. "Because… I don't know how this nail polish looks or applies."

Murphy paused, the confusion evident on his face, "You lost me."

"I need your hand to see how the nail polish applies," Ellie stated as she held out her own hand. "If I need one coat, two. Is the color muted…"

Murphy smirked, rolling his chair closer to Ellie, "So, what your saying is, I'm the guinea pig."

"Not a guinea pig?" Ellie spoke.

"What do you think I wouldn't make a cute guinea pig?" Ellie giggled at the pout that crossed the blond's face.

"An adorable and charming guinea pig…" Ellie giggled as she held out her hand again, "Can I have your hand, please." Ellie let her bottom lip sit out to produce a pout. This may or may not have been her new secret weapon against the Quidditch Commentator. "If you are worried about it, I'll do one nail…"

"Or…" Murphy held up a finger proposing an idea. Ellie paused in mild interest. They stared at each other in comfortable silence before Murphy continued, "For every nail, you paint… I get to ask you a question." Binx went running around the common room, his small feet thundering on the stone floor.

Ellie quirked an amused eyebrow, "What if I only paint one nail?"

"Then, I only ask one." Murphy responded in kind, "Are you scared I will find your deep, dark secrets?"

Ellie gave him a look before she rolled her eyes, "Why did I expect some bullshit statistic."

Murphy looked offended at her statement, "I will have you know, 79.8% of my statistics are accurate."

Ellie smirked before she tapped Murphy's nose gently. "So you admit that some of your statistics are bullshit…"

"Don't tell anyone, It would ruin my credibility if it got out." Murphy jested as he returned her tap on the nose. Ellie stuck out her tongue as he flicked her nose. Ellie smiled at the small smile on Murphy's face as he held out his right hand. His fingers resting gently on the side of her armchair. Ellie noticed his cautious motions. She gave him an odd look as she reached for the gold bottle next to her. She picked up the small bottle and shook the contents quickly. They sat quietly as she prepped the polish. Soon, the scent of polish filled there noses.

Ellie unscrewed the cap and removed the brush. The barely visible black brush was coated in shimmering gold paint. The cold paint touched Murphy's nail, "Hm, Let's see... What's the most imaginative insult you can come up with?"

"The possibility of only asking one question, that is the best you got?" She quipped as she continued with her strokes. Pouting at the uneven quality of the paint.

Murphy stuck out his tongue, "Answer the question, Bennett."

"Someone's cranky, he is back to using my last name." She felt a flick against her cheek, "Fine, Um…" She sat back for a moment as she thought it over. After a second, she went back to painting his nail, "I remember back in third year… when I had to babysit that demon child, Lucius Malfoy was just a right git. All I could think was turning back around and yelling 'you son-of-a-motherless-goat.' But, I didn't," Ellie stopped to admire her work, "you should be proud."

"Son-of-a-motherless-goat?" a chuckle slipped from Murphy's lips.

Ellie pouted, quickly grabbing the gold bottle as Binx sped around the floor. The black cat barely missed the end table. "You asked!" she giggled. She looked that gold color on his thumb. It was not the prettiest polish, but it had a certain charm. Her blue-green eye flickered to his Honey-gold.

She did like charming things…

Ellie felt a slight blush appear across her cheeks as she quietly started painting his index finger. Murphy smirked and release the breath he didn't realize he was holding, "So…" He began to search for the right words, "The Yule ball…" he started looking away. He liked having her soft hands, adjusting his hands. "You and Weasley… Bill Weasley." He never felt lost in his words. His cheeks were warm.

"Yes?" Ellie brought her eyes up cautiously. Her hand stopped.

"Did you have fun at the Yule ball with Weasley, uh, Bill?" Murphy finally asked.

Ellie shrugged, "It was nice; we dance quite a bit. I felt bad for Bill, though." Murphy quirked an eyebrow, Ellie sighed as she readjusted her glasses, "You really don't think I was his first choice. Oh no, he wanted to go with Emily Tyler."

"Oh, is she the dark-haired Gryffindor, always wear pink."

"Yes, and it is atrocious," Ellie noted, "Anyway, Bill says he is over her, But…not my place to say."

Murphy nodded as he looked her over. "Do you like Weasley?"

Ellie tapped his nose before she finished his second nail, "That makes three questions." Murphy let a sad overcome his face as he watched her face. Ellie gave her decision rattle around her head. Ellie looked to see Murphy waiting for her anxiously. Ellie gently hooked her finger around his middle finger. After a second, she started her first stroke, "No, I don't like Bill like that. Actually, the person I wanted to go with…" She paused. "He didn't seem interested in go to the ball."

Ellie actually remembers the excitement through the common room. Even Orion and Skye seem to take a break from Quidditch long enough to be excited about a winter ball. Murphy was unbothered and uninterested in attending the ball. He never even noted that he wanted to attend. Ellie also made reference here and there; in fact, it was as if Murphy dodged the subject. "Sounds like the guy is an idiot if you ask me…"

Ellie did smile at that comment, "He can be, but I think He can have a one-track mind." She let her fingers gently tapped against his hand. "Something about being the next big Quidditch Commentator."

"I told you, 100% an idiot." He whispered.

She smiled, looking down at the now sleeping cat. Binx was curled up in front of Murphy's Wheelchair, purring contently, "Yeah, so I hear." She reached for his next extended finger, his pinky.

Murphy gently reached over to stroke her cheek, "What is your favorite way to spend a Saturday?"

Ellie leaned her head into his hand. Ellie was focused on her work in front of her. "I love spending my time in the little bookshop in town. Then a good mug of butterbeer while playing wizard's chess seems wonderful." Ellie was shocked by how fast she had completed his pinky finger.

Murphy's face felt red. Murphy stared at his hand to note his unadorned ring finger, "I think you skipped a nail."

Ellie stared at the very vacant nail in front of her, "So I have…" She dipped her brush into the polish once more. She turned back to the only other soul in the common room.

McNully had his words, waiting for the slightest brush of polish. The cold, wet feeling was welcomed, "Ellie, would you like to go out with me?"

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  Notes:  

Alright, my Lovelies.

There is a part-two that will be up sometime this week. So, keep an eye out. Please leave a comment and/or a like down below.

Until next time!

~Rosie 🌹

[nearly-theyre]

haikyuu: multi-work series fic recs!

hello friends! we are back at it again with another fic rec list ~

find me on twitter and ao3 (where you can see all the fics I didn’t get to put on this rec list!) ~

LET’S BEGIN

FORMAT:

“title” (ratings) by author (a ✰ means the series is HIGHLY recommended!)

link

Works: # Complete: Yes/No

Warnings: will consist of ALL warnings present in the series, although each warning present may not be present in EVERY fic of the series

description / notes of the series OR the summary of the first fic

WARNINGS AND WORKS/COMPLETE ARE AS OF 8/3/2020 !!!! MAKE SURE YOU ALWAYS READ WARNINGS/TAGS/SUMMARIES BEFORE READING! 

“cafe backrooms and serendiptuous shenanigans.” (NR) by turnaboutcafe

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1774060

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

in which the haikyuu!! characters work in a university cafe.

in publishing order i. what a bother. / kuroken ii. personal space. / iwaoi iii. cafe latte. / bokuaka iv. wrong order. / kagehina

“Being Human” (T/M/E) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/660140

Works: 7 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply / Graphic Depictions of Violence

Set in an alternate world of magic, witches, and demons, our volleyball sons learn about life, love, and what it means to be human. 

“Sometimes You Just Clique” (G/T) by SoVeryAverageMe

https://archiveofourown.org/series/695778

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

No one expected the spoiled rich kid, popular football captain, arrogant school genius, and uptight class president to become best friends following The Incident™ their junior year. Underneath their differing facades and personal armors, lay a bed of similar insecurities and anxieties. This is the story of how they met and what happened afterwards, because sometimes when you meet the right group of people you just... clique.

“omam verse” (T/M/E) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/403992

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Though some may believe they're monsters, those closest to them know they're just men learning how to love in this world of magic, demons, and faeries. 

“iwfyitd verse” (G/T/M/E) by shions_heart, knightswatch ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/378352

Works: 7 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Major Character Death / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

The story of a band of Super Soldiers trying to save the world, and their loved ones who fight alongside them.

“a park in amsterdam” (M) by Resamille

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1239377

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary of the first fic: They come together unexpectedly. They each have memories: a friend once held dear, now gone. The trail has led them here, and maybe, along the way, they remember each other too. 

Or: Over twenty years ago, witch law decreed a split between magic and non-magic worlds. Five humans were the first casualties in the protest. Their five soulmates were left to pick up the pieces.

“Hanamaki Disease: Disturbing the peace of volleyball teams everywhere” (G/T) by Ink_stained_quills

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1604839

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Hanamaki disease: when Hanamaki Takahiro must “eyy” whenever he sees someone crushing. A friend to couples and menace to pining people everywhere (or is he?)

“Seijoh Sweets: Aoba Johsai Artisinal Bakery” (T) by FindingSchmomo

https://archiveofourown.org/series/525493

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Collection of Oneshots taking place in my Aoba Johsai Bakery AU

“Haikyuu at Hogwarts” (G/T) by Killthespare ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/952755

Works: 4 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pretty much as the title suggests: a Hogwarts!AU with Haikyuu. It's planned as a seven book series so definitely a longer series. This first few can be read out of order with only minor confusion (about as easily as the first few Harry Potter books can) but there is an overall series plot in addition to the individual plots of each story. As of the fourth book, the previous third story should really be read before the fourth or later books.

So far, the stories in order: 1.) Shouyou Hinata and the Mirror of Erised (complete) 2.) Koushi Sugawara and the Heir of Slytherin (complete) 3.) Yu Nishinoya and the Shrieking Shack (complete) 4.) Tooru Oikawa and the Triwizard Tournament (in progress)

“hq detective AUs” (M) by valiantarmor ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/234750

Works: 3 Complete: Yes

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Graphic Depictions of Violence

A series of detective AUs.

“Carving Out A Life” (M/T) by RoseSakura  ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1429972

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / No Archive Warnings Apply

Zombie Apocalypse AUs - including both longer stories and little one shots

“The Big Bads” (T) by fandom_cat

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612339

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

A collection of chats between different HQ characters! Works can be read separately but what's the fun in that? ;) Oh, and gay: gay everywhere.

Lots of things getting discussed. Mostly light-hearted though, fun was had, jokes were made. Any additional trigger warnings listed before chapters.

“chiaroscuro” (T) by newamsterdam  ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/434134

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

chiaroscuro: the interplay of darkness and light.

--

“We’re called guardians,” Kuro says. “Over time, people have had different names for us, but it really all comes back to that. We’re shifters, shaper-changers… the name doesn’t really matter. What does is that we’re supposed to keep the two kinds of magical forces in the world balanced.” He rattles this off with a roll of his eyes, as though it’s something he’s heard many times over.

Kenma thinks back to the curling snake made of shadows, to Sugawara’s words: People who shine brightly attract a lot of darkness.

“Shadows and light,” he says, not quite a question.

Kuro nods approvingly. “Basically, yeah. There’s a bit more to it than that—shadow magic is born of independence, of isolation and loneliness. Light magic is connections, the relationships between people. Most people have a low dose of both, go through their entire lives not realizing there’s magic in the world.”

“But not you,” Kenma prompts.

“Unfortunately.”

“Circle Universe” (T) by sandersonsister (REQUIRES AO3 ACCT)  ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/826590

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary of the first fic: It was the omega’s that initiated the courtships, the omega’s that decided who was needed in the circle. But it didn’t worry Kenma. Honestly, there was a particular reason it didn't worry him.

That reason was Kuroo.

He always knew the two of them would be together. And he thought that was enough. He was wrong.

“not just good business” (G/T/NR) by ilgaksu 

https://archiveofourown.org/series/307530

Works: 7 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Underage / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Description: credit to hamlet-themouse for their invaluable beta throughout this series so far. 

 Summary of the first fic:  It's been years since Kenma bought that pearly-pink powder and tried it on to go meet Kuroo after his shift, been years since Kuroo wiped his hands on his overalls and looked up and said don't you touch them like that. It's been years since he opened the door to the mob. They are the mob now. They're the ones knocking down the doors.

“Shiratorizawa Family” (G) by someonelikej

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1857982

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Mostly non-related one-shots and short stories portraying the Shiratorizawa team as a family.

“Domestic Cats” (M) by Avogara

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1717717

Works: 2 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

A collection of domestic, homey, post-timeskip Kuroken fluff

“‘Til Human Voices Wake Us” (T) by strikinglight

https://archiveofourown.org/series/393289

Works: 2 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings / No Archive Warnings Apply

Haikyuu Pacific Rim Diptych, feat. Daisuga and Kuroken as primary victims

“The Heart of Nekoma” (T/M) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/series/339679

Works: 3 Complete: Yes

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

The story of a penniless thief and the magical gem who steals his heart.

“brunch friends” (T/M) by newamsterdam  ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/612757

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary of the first fic: “Iwaizumi’s left his cell phone on the bench, and while Suga keeps his gaze away from Iwaizumi the phone lights up with a new message.

Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3 

Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties.

Mrs. Iwaizumi must be quite the doting wife, Suga thinks. Delivering hand-made bentos and sending along loving messages.”

No one really knows much about the new surgical resident, Doctor Iwaizumi, other than the fact that he's married. Suga's determined to find out more, and make a friend of him in the process

“Among Us” (M) by dgalerab  ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/series/540973

Works: 5 Complete: No

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Rape/Non-Con / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

X-men AU with my favorite volleydorks.

“It’s A Good Life” (G/T) by LisaVanDerMolen

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1615756

Works: 3 Complete: No

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply / Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary of the first fic: Kenma opened his eyes again and looked at the door. The dark hallway greeted him, something was wrong. And then he saw it, a small figure peeking at him from behind the door. Big golden eyes like his own greeted him. Kenma felt himself smiling at the sight in front of him, when he heard soft sniffles.

Kenma and Kuroo awaken to their kid crying and comfort him while not knowing what's wrong.

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[stuckwith-harry]

Would you do 32, 42, and 44 for Harry and Ginny? Also 1 for Hinny as a couple? (If that's too many, feel free to pick just some of them to answer.)

i have never given a concise answer in my life and thus i present you with this monstrosity of a post. i had a good time and i am sorry.

1 what does their bedroom look like?

i imagine that, pretty early on in their careers, they’ve had to declare the bedroom a strictly work-free zone because it took over their personal lives hard and fast. (fuckin’ workaholics.) there might be the occasional daily prophet before bed (“it says here i’m having an affair with neville.” - “i thought i was having an affair with neville?!”), but other than that, they need to carve out a space for themselves that’s just theirs, and leave the rest of the world at the door, thank you very much.

in that sense, the bedroom is really simple. there’s traces of the twenty-something that lived here before they turned into thirty-somethings, forty-somethings: clothes piled up on the armchair in the corner, pictures from different decades. a window that overlooks the apple trees in the garden. (i’ll even throw in a little balcony, if we’re feeling fancy.) the only books on their nightstands are those read entirely for pleasure. their DA galleons in the drawers. diaries in ginny’s, eventually, when she starts keeping them again. entirely non-magical notebooks, picked up on muggle flea markets or in second-hand bookshops. hagrid’s photo album in harry’s. probably a foe-glass or a similar alarm system on his nightstand. just in case. other than that, it’s as distraction-free as possible.

massive king-sized bed because they’re both absolutely impossible sleepers. (harry: human-sized starfish. minimum of one arm and one foot dangling off the bed in mid-air. ginny: shameless blanket hogger. curls up like a cat. similarly nightmarish to disturb.)

i imagine the house a bit like an inversion of the burrow: it’s got a similar rustic country charm, similarly bustling, chaotic feel, but remained a relatively small cottage on the outside while the inside and backyard grew over the years to accomodate a) careers that require home offices and b) three to five kids. lots of wood. dark wood in the bedroom, i think. mismatched mugs and bedsheets and picture frames they’ve collected over the years. luna’s cuckoo clock. (see below.) yellow walls.

(three to five, because i’m counting teddy, and because i kind of like the thought of them having another one post-epilogue. at this point we all know how i feel about the probability of harry and ginny making an oopsie baby at some point in their lives (it’s 100%) and all three kids being at hogwarts seems like … plenty opportunity, heh.

actually, i don‘t know yet if i think baby number four would bean oopsie baby. i can see them coming home for a while after the epilogue, thinking about how quite the house has been.and hey, we always said three or four, right?)

anyway, this was an excellent excuse to look at pictures of english cottages on pinterest and i cannot thank you enough. moving on!

32 thoughts on material possessions in general?

given harry’s various “let me buy this solid gold item just for the fuck of it” incidents throughout the series, i don’t think he’d generally have a problem splurging occasionally if it’s something he really wants. (he stopped himself from buying that golden set of gobstones, i think, so he’d be sensible about it, but at this point, the man is swimming in money, so it’s not like he couldn’t.) you get the sense that he does, on a surface level, enjoy nice things. in moderation, but he does.

i see him splurging on the family home, because that’s actually valuable to him and, yeah, because he can. so, they’re not living in a castle or anything, but a nice, relatively spacious english cottage nonetheless. with a garden. see above. and he’d get himself a broom again, if just for family matches. (maybe ginny gets him that, i haven’t decided.)

but other than that … i don’t think there’s anything big harry would really want to own, or splurge on. he definitely doesn’t care for fancy clothes or expensive haircuts or anything like that (what’s that supposed to get him, anyway? reputation & status? because that’s so hard to come by for wizard jesus? who’s in the wizard fbi?). we know the family has a car in 2017, but like … can you see harry freaking potter rolling up to king’s cross station in a bmw? first of all, that’s a nightmare in central london, and more importantly, i think a big car would just remind him of vernon, so, hard no.

ginny’s a bit more cautious with her money, given the financial situation she grew up in, and while i imagine being a badass quidditch legend pays pretty well, old habits die hard. the stuff she does own, the stuff she buys, she’d probably hold onto pretty tightly and she’d probably only rarely buy something for the absolute hell of it. (like, i don’t really see ginny buying a solid gold anything. and no, i’m never letting him live that one down.)

but, even outside of buying stuff, they’re not that big on material things. there’s stuff that’s connected to memories, people, achievements, of course: brooms and photo albums and quidditch jerseys and trophies, and the bright blue cuckoo clock in the kitchen - luna’s moving-in present.

(that headcanon came from twelve-year-old me and i still cherish it deeply. it’s got a garden gnome on the inside that announces the hour the according amount of times. so at three, it comes out and shouts, “three o’ clock, three o’ clock, three o’ clock!”. you get it. ginny was delighted. hermione was aghast.)

as far as buying stuff and presents go, they’re more experience-type people. quality time. (a lot of tickets to quidditch matches, i imagine. three words: jocks. for. life.) you remember my workaholics comment from earlier - now hold on to that thought and think about harry and ginny trying to take a two-week holiday during that phase of their lives. lying on a beach somewhere. doing nothing. for weeks. it’d probably be really good for them, but they’d suck at it. so that leaves going somewhere together while someone’s babysitting the kids for a few hours. maybe a weekend getaway. i think that’s the stuff they’d splurge on more than material things.

(ginny does really love that world cup trophy, though. it’s displayed in the hallway. can’t miss it.)

42 hobbies?

one more time, with feeling: work-a-ho-lics. i don’t really … see them taking an awful lot of time for hobbies. they’d teach the potter kids quidditch over the holidays, sure, and i love the family quidditch games in the weasley’s garden, so that stays. saturday night, the whole family, multiple generations, show up at the burrow for dinner, and it usually ends in a very chaotic multi-generation quidditch match.

(one more time, with feeling: JOCKS. FOR. LIFE.)

44 religion?

alright, make me write a dissertation, i guess.

we know some … surface-level christian elements are common in the wizarding world - celebrating christmas and easter, that sort of thing, though it never seems to be done in a particularly religious context? hogwarts at large seems to celebrate christmas much like i have my whole life: it’s about the presents, the christmas tree, the baked goods and the family time, and that’s it. who’s this jesus guy?

(i grew up in a small town in southwest germany, in a predominantly christian environment, but my family itself is atheist as fuck. in short, because my parents are from east germany, which was pretty atheist in general, as far as i know. we did christmas for all the fun stuff mentioned above, but i have never seen either of my parents set foot inside a church.)

i … actually don’t know if the dursleys would have been religious (meaning harry would have grown up in a somewhat religious environment). i assume so, but i don’t know. any brits wanna weigh in on that?

given all that, i do what i do best and i just project my experience onto fictional characters, which in this case means they’re all non-religious but celebrate christmas for the fun parts of it. presents, cookies, decorating the christmas tree. the coca-cola christmas, if you will. that’s it.

[xiomarawinters]

clearer skies

The Winters’ first mistake was having Xiomara sent to an actual mental health facility. Clearer Skies, it was called. Xiomara frowned at the pamphlet, turning it over and looking at the group of wix on the back. They embraced each other and then turned to look at her, smiling.

“... So while your admission is not voluntary, remember it’s certainly not forever. You’ll set some therapeutic goals in your next session, and then when those goals are achieved, we’ll make a plan for you to return home to continue being well.”

Xiomara blinked, looking up at the Healer. “... I get to leave?” The blonde clarified, putting the pamphlet back and pushing it away, as if it might explode if she looked at it any further.

“Eventually, when you make progress on your therapeutic goals, we’ll make a plan for you to leave.” The Healer agreed, and Xiomara straightened where she’d been slumped in her seat. She straightened out the grey top she wore, too.

When she’d first arrived, she’d been told to take off her jumper. Two wix in white, crisp robes searched everything she had- mentioned that usually, people brought a bag- and double searched for a wand. They hadn’t been convinced her wand was at Ollivander’s until they sent an owl to the wand maker. Eventually, the pair handed her a set of grey, loose clothes- a crossed robe and a pair of linen trousers. No elastic in the trousers. No tie on the robe. They weren’t flattering at all- and Xiomara had pursed her lips when the two wix even told her to take out her fucking earrings and hair ties.

Xiomara folded her arms, looking across at the Healer with an irritated expression. Therapeutic goals. What bullshit. “Yeah, okay. Whatever.”

A quill on the corner of the desk scratched down on parchment, probably quoting down everything she said. It reminded Xi of Rita. Her fingers tightened as she gripped her arms.

“I imagine it’s been a very busy morning for you,” The Healer said, and Xiomara audibly sighed. “Usually your days are quite programmed, but today you can have the day off.” He said it as if it was a treat. Not having to be scheduled like she was in fucking Hogwarts again.

She forced her lips into a smile. “Thank you.”

“I’ll show you to your room.” The Healer stood, and Xi stood as well, still gripping her arms.

They left the office they’d been sitting in, and Xiomara followed, curling her toes in the ugly flat canvas slippers they'd provided her with. She swallowed, averting her gaze from a group who sat together in a large, white room. A woman sat in the sunlight from a large window, a large, brown cat sitting in her lap. Xiomara started when there was a banging on the closed door they walked past- the Healer simply flicked his fingers at the door, and it went silent.

That's what they'll do to you.

You'll explode, and no one will hear.

No one will hear you explode.

She locked her jaw, pausing when the Healer stopped short of a door. "Unfortunately we don't have any single rooms available…" He explained, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Xiomara's roommate was a woman with short brown hair. When Xi stepped inside, she peered at her from the corner of her eye, watching her cradle her swollen stomach. The woman didn't look up at either of them. Xi swallowed, turning to her Healer.

"This is Jana, your roommate. And this is your bed." He indicated to the bed on one side of the room. It was clean and plain. Sterile. Next to it, there was a fabric box with her name printed on it. That was what she'd own now. Xiomara swallowed, turning to go and sit on the bed, trying to keep her trembling to a minimum.

The Healer said a few more words, probably something meant to be comforting, but all Xi could do was stare at her knees. Eventually he left, and Xi looked up at the door as she heard it close and lock behind him.

[tuwam]

ahyeon very rarely - very rarely sits with people other than the two girls she’s known since she first started hogwarts. but, her circle has considerably widened since getting to know hyuck and by proxy knowing minjae and the entire crew. she’s still almost always seen with jieun and dambi either way, but when parts of minjae’s crew sneak to their table they might leave her in favor of the quiet corners of the ravenclaw study rooms. 

it’s not entirely unwelcome but she’s still getting used to the people that her and hyuck’s --- friendship(?) has brought around her. besides their rowdy pair of friends, there are the girls that are around them one way or another. these aren’t the girls that simply follow the crew with whispers and giggles but girls who have managed to tolerate them for longer than usual.

usually girls not fallen for minjae’s charm.

yeonhee is occasionally around them, usually when she’s not around minjae’s sister and her friends but seoyoung, seoyoung is around them almost all the time. the slytherin girl is - interesting to say the least. she doesn’t have anyone she reminds ahyeon of and it’s why her presence isn’t necessarily unnvering as its just new. she’s always brimming with gossip but seemingly unimpressed with everything around her. if ahyeon was an ice queen because of her lack of interest in rumors and gossip, seoyoung was icy by her stare alone. it’s almost impossibly to compare her to the girl who’d once been so head over heels for minjae ( not to say she still isn’t ). 

but seoyoung’s always bringing news and whispers to their table while looking thoroughly composed and calm as if she were discussing the weather. it’s oddly endearing even if ahyeon was never one for such talk. because she still listens, and so she knows almost immediately what the topic will be if seoyoung’s been talking about it for a while. nothing really keeps her attention if it isn’t related to everyone’s favorite slytherin boy which is why they’ve been discussing a certain gryffindor girl. a transfer and almost too timid in appearance to be considered anything other than a hufflepuff. she was pale and the red of her jacket stood out maybe too much each time she was caught through the halls, her hair now the color of tangerines than the original winter white shade.

ahyeon wouldn’t normally know any of these things but it’s hard not to pay attention to seoyoung when she’s in these moods.

like now, watching seoyoung practically stab at the meat in her plate brings a new set of emotions to the table. it’s one that has dambi and jieun giggling when ahyeon arrives from class. seoyoung is muttering to herself though her eyes are very clearly focused on halfway across the mess hall.

‘it’s odd to me, that she hasn’t realized.’

ahyeon feels the irony almost immediately. 

‘that?’ jieun is a giggling mess, speaking behind her hand while dambi rolls her eyes, content in flipping through her study notes. they know what, they know exactly what, seoyoung’s been repeating it for days. jieun has become so weak for this particular tidbit of gossip and ahyeon can’t help the way her lips lift as they regard seoyoung.

‘that she doesn’t realize minjae’s toying with her.’

jieun snorts and milk almost - almost flies out her nose at the words, dambi who is unfortunate enough to get all of jieun’s weight pressed on her shoulder as she laughs. ahyeon who - snickers into her palm the moment she hears the spurts of laughter leave her friend’s mouth.

‘you mean how you didn’t notice?’ dambi’s words are even but there’s a teasing lilt to them, a small quirk of her lips even though she’s tried to act as if she hasn’t noticed at all. seoyoung is unaffected as per usual when anyone discusses her running cat and mouse game with minjae. ahyeon for the life of her doesn’t understand why she lets minjae jerk her around the way she does but in the past months seoyoung has become equally good at jerking her back so maybe that’s her thing. she’s surely not going to try and be the leading authority on relationships and how they should go. 

‘not the point.’ ‘you had flowers too---’ ‘not the point!’

now dambi’s in on the laughter and they’re both doubling against each other and seoyoung is firm in her resolve, eyes still never leaving the other side of the cafeteria. why? because right across, noori was seated next to minjae, surrounded by their hooligans and listening intently to whatever nonsense left his lips. he was very careful ahyeon noticed - in giving her just enough attention but maintaining his control of table conversations and the people around him. he was too good at it and for the past few days ahyeon had taken to eat lunch with her friends rather than entertain hyuck and always by proxy - minjae.

she looks a bit like a lamb, terribly out of place with how quiet she sits, and a little pathetic in how her eyes sparkle. then again - ahyeon remembers that sort of look when areum first started dating upperclassmen. she doesn’t get it - but she knows more about it.

“invite her over.” the words are out her lips before she can take the time to think them through - and that’s annoying because ahyeon always thinks things through. she has to. but noori’s look, her absolute wonder and minjae’s reputation are enough for her to feel a tug in her heart. the same way her lips would purse and she’d drag her sister away from her nearest obsession. it’s why she doesn’t mention it but she’s always so glad when she sees soonyoung - grateful in a way she wouldn’t admit. 

‘do what now?’ ahyeon feels seoyoung’s eyes on her, jieun and dambi’s laughter having died down to actually take in what she’d said.

“invite her to sit with us.” it’s oddly cliche, inviting the new girl to sit with them as if they were their own force - their own clique. when seoyoung, queen of her own section and title among her classmates had formed this so-called alliance ( read: friendship but teenagers are dramatic ) they’d been seen as something of a force. it’s even more of a force when hanna is with them, another ravenclaw whose brother daniel is well known for threatening quite a few boys on campus for getting too close to his sister. it’s quite funny - knowing how easily he melts around one of ahyeon’s own seniors, ironically of the same name as her.

but alas, she can’t explain or rather she doesn’t want to explain why she feels the urge to drag this noori girl from the wolves. but she does.

“minjae will freak.” is how she chooses to explain herself and seoyoung lights up at that. she’s quick to rumble through her bag, tearing out a page from what should be her study notes and whispering the smallest of hexes over it. seoyoung is a force when she wants to be. 

ahyeon, jieun and dambi all turn to watch her plan in action. the paper disappears instantly, folded into the smallest of cranes. it looks harmless, flitting across the mess hall and noori catches it as such, curiosity in her eyes. minjae would notice if he focused on anything other than himself and well jaejin is the first to catch it, followed by junsu. ahyeon catches the smiles on their faces and she can’t help but enjoy that they’re always in on the schemes.

noori opens it first, hands gentle and careful to read the inscription and eyes falling on their table. of course this is seoyoung so that’s not the end of things. as noori - cheeks a little pink surprsiingly gathers her stuff to head over ahyeon has to wonder exactly what the note said. the same goes for minjae whose attention is now on the shuffling girl beside him and the paper crane now hovering dangerously close to his ear.

jieun starts the countdown.

‘3...’

‘2...’ 

‘1...’ ahyeon feels no remorse for smiling as the crane transforms into a paper hand, tugging dutifully and belting into minjae’s ear a string of words that have even the proud boy turning scarlet as he rushes to hush it up. they can’t hear the words exactly but the way he scrambles and hyuck is blue in the face from laughing - ahyeon can only imagine. she doesn’t feel bad for him in the slightest and apparently neither does the crew sitting around him. 

her attention shifts though, to noori’s presence beside her. closer inspection reveals freckles dotting all across her nose and over her cheeks, eyes wider than she’d originally realized and a pink that’s either from embarrassment or how the girl always looks like she’s got a cold. seoyoung is patting the seat beside her instantly and jieun and dambi are wiping tears from their eyes as they say their greetings.

‘if you ignore him long enough it works better - speaking from experience.’ ahyeon has no idea why seoyoung is offering advice when she’s damn near got a scrapbook filled with minjae’s greatest moments in her room but - that’s none of her business. noori smiles and although she’s still a little awkward and curled in she’s smiling at the words. she might not know exactly what it means and seoyoung might still have a little jealousy peeking in but - if there’s one thing they’ve learned.

sticking together was the best thing any of them had done. 

[jasonpng]

[ jeon jungkook. / male. / he/his. ] i heard han jaesung is going into business with their friends, but the twenty-five year old can’t go wrong with nine other people helping, right? they’re a former sous chef, but will be a chef at joliet bed & breakfast! their insensitive yet dependable personality is pretty fitting for that, i guess. the sight of them gives me the vibe of midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline and that one clip of a deflated dancing pikachu getting hauled off stage, and seeing that running across the sand is pretty sweet.

fabric softener, that one clip of a deflating dancing pikachu getting hauled off-stage, curling up in freshly warmed sheets, sizzling plates, the slow drag of a bow over a violin, bus rides with your head leaned against the window, earphones at full blast, midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, singing when you think you're alone, the beach at sunrise, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline

hi i’m miki and i’m excited 2 b here!!! this is m’boy jason (or jae, or jaesung) and he’s fairly new SO!!!! smash that like and i’ll come to u for plotting!

the stats

full name: jaesung “jason” han nicknames: jae, jayjay, jason, son, han solo age: 25 birthday: december 12 languages: english, korean, minimal japanese education: institute of culinary education graduate occupation: chef at joliet bed and breakfast, part-time food blogger hobbies: violin, eating, sleeping, collecting rock records, sketching mbti: entp blood type: b+ zodiac: sagittarius hogwarts house: gryffindor alignment: chaotic ANNOYING! sexuality: bisexual drinking, smoking, drugs: yes, yes, only marijuana faceclaim: jeon jungkook likes: rock music, classical music, herbal tea, garlic bread, any food in general, freshly washed sheets, dogs, astronomy, raccoons, coin laundries, anything vintage, horror films and documentaries, fiction books, wildlife, his motorcycle anubis (a super sexy harley davidson…he’s got that bad boy aesthetic going on but he is FAR from being one), his lil hamster bonnie dislikes: birds, horror films, anything scary, bitchy customers, stale coffee, fizzy drinks, people who are rude to service staff, cats (the film), spiders, korea’s educational system, the loch ness monster, soy milk

the biography

—o1. jason grew up in a modern korean household in maryland; his parents are more open-minded than the traditional korean family, so there’s really no dramatic backstory to write. he’s the eldest of three siblings, and they’re pretty much a tight-knit family. while he was encompassed by a totally western environment, his family never failed to remind them of their roots; they would travel to korea every summer to visit his grandparents in seoul.

—o2.  as a child, jason’s favourite past-time was watching his parents cook. his father is a renowned celebrity chef of a five-star restaurant in la, and his mother was the owner of a quaint bakery in ocean city. soon enough, his father was teaching him the basics of cooking. he was a natural, and by high school, he was on his way into becoming a chef like his father. the path to his dream career had been an easy one; his parents were well-known, and through family connections, jason earned himself a spot in one of the best culinary schools in the world: the institute of culinary education.  

—o3. wherever jason went, he was overshadowed by the family name. he loved his parents, he really did, but being the son of joowon han came with a privilege, of sorts. a privilege that he hated. people were convinced that jason only managed to get in ICE was because of his family background. he’d often hear whispers from peers; he was often criticised for depending on his parents—which was true, in a sense. jason didn’t have to worry about anything. while his fellow classmates were worrying over their career paths, he had a sous chef position waiting for him at his father’s restaurant right after graduation.

—o4. being the youngest sous chef in a five-star restaurant was difficult. twenty-one year olds weren’t taken seriously in the kitchen. especially not the head chef’s son, who was fresh out of culinary school and looked so out of place, with his dark leather jacket and ripped jeans. jason struggled the first few months; while  the people were cordial around his father, he had to endure passive-aggressive comments about his privilege behind the scenes. jason wanted to make a name for himself; he didn’t want to be reduced to a celebrity chef’s son who just got lucky. so he worked—he worked and worked and worked until the jealous muttering stopped and he gained the respect of his subordinates.

—o5. after three years into working with his father, the enthusiasm ebbed and jason felt nothing but dissatisfaction. he didn’t want this—he didn’t want to be clinging on to his father for support his entire life. fearing that his passion for cooking will wither if he kept on working at the restaurant, he quit and moved back to maryland, getting a place for himself and eager to learn to stand on his own two feet.

in-depth

—a natural-born leader: working as a sous chef enabled jason to have a great command of handling a team. at first, he had been meek, but through determination and his sheer drive to prove the negative people in his life wrong, he was able to cultivate himself into a good leader. in the kitchen, jason is totally in his element, oozing with confidence and assertiveness.

—the dependable one: jason is organised and he’s the type of person who you can rely on for help. he prioritises his friends and family over anything else. need someone to drive you home? jason’s the guy for you. suffering from a bad hangover? he’s got the perfect hangover shake. you lost your house keys and need a place to stay? jason’s got an extra room in his apartment ready. jason is always making sure his friends are well cared for. and probably also giving them lectures whenever they make questionable choices.

—this bitch is impulsive: as much as jason has his shit together, jason can be impulsive—you might catch him splurging on the new yeezy shoes, or planning a spontaneous, overpriced trip to the bahamas. he likes having fun, and sometimes, that energy gets him into tricky situations. he really likes spending money, and unfortunately, his parents never taught him the important value of thriftiness.

—sometimes he can be harsh: jason had been pampered all throughout his life, and sometimes he disregards other people’s feelings because he is simply oblivious—brutal honesty is a double-edged sword. it takes a lot to piss him off, because he’s rather good at handling his emotions, but when you successfully do, it’s not a pretty sight. he tends to say things he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment. in addition, jason tends to hold grudges; if someone has done him wrong, you bet your ass he’ll never look at you the same way ever again.

+: energetic, headstrong, intuitive, protective

-: argumentative, insensitive, over-analytical, rash

miscellaneous

— drives around town with his bike! he has a car but it’s parked in his childhood home… he doesn’t really use it that much unless he needs to go out of the state or something

— has a white lil pet hamster named bonnie...she is his CHILD!!!!!! — he has a food blog that he constantly updates for fun; his following is steadily going up... amazin....

— has always been an artsy kid... if he didn’t like cooking so much he would’ve pursued a career in art — always seems to be snacking on something? raw carrots in particular...... — he is also a gym rat! he eats a damn lot, so he’s gotta burn those calories, right? he usually jogs early in the morning and goes to the gym after work — he’s played the violin ever since he was a child! he wants to learn how to play the guitar but he keeps on procrastinating

the wanted connections (if any of these interest you, hit me up! some are more detailed than others but all of them are open to modifications tbh, we can develop them however we want :) feel free to  choose multiple plots..,.,. go crazy)

— vibe check. - sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself and this person!!!! is his mom friend, the terry to his jake peralta, the person he can count on when he’s crossfaded in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning. (ivy)

— bff. - the ride or die. the one person jason would literally murder for. he loves them and  considers them as his family. they are 100% with each other and? both are probably equally chaotic sfjldsdjfhsdlk (minnie)

— the squad. - i really love the idea of jason having three close friends! i can see them going on spontaneous trips and doing really, really dumb shit in general dsjfls (1/3) — the roommate. - PLS! he needs a roommate...imagine the domesticity i’m WEAK (minki)

— buzzfeed unsolved. - jason believes in the supernatural. this person doesn’t. jason spends a lot  of his free time trying to convince this person that ghosts are, in fact, real, often taking them to ‘haunted’ places and attempting to summon spirits through his ouija board. (minnie)

— i’m baby. - basically, jason dotes on this person like a mama bird. he cooks them meals, drives them to places and always keeps an eye out for them. — the confidant. - the person he could say he truly trusts the most; while jason is generally sociable, he finds it hard to open up to people, preferring to be the confidant than to confide in his friends. they’re the first person he runs to when he’s upset or stressed. (sienna)

— friends. - open to multiple of all types (fellow foodie, gym buddies, unlikely, one-sided, frenemies, neighbors, etc.)

— flings, hookups, fwbs. - open to multiple. (can be messy, can be casual)

— exes. - jason has lived in ocean city all his life, so anything is possible! they could’ve been at the same high school, maybe they broke up because jason moved to new york and the relationship fizzled out, they could be on good terms or bad terms………GIVE ‘EM TO ME (sienna; exes on good terms with a tiny bit of unresolved feelings)

— the pianist. - this is a lil specific, but basically i imagine jason having participated in music competitions and performed in galas, and this person is their partner!! their other half!!! the nodame to his chiaki!!!! if ur muse can play the piano pls hmu this is just a really cute relationship that i cant stop thinkin about bc jason is a violin nerd (ivy)

— romance. - i’m a hoe for spicy plots! i don’t really want to give out anything specific, but some suggestions aaaare: opposites, exes w/ feelings, one-sided love, skinny love, a love-hate relationship….. 

feel free to go through my wanted connections tag for inspiration!

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Congrats, Kay, you have been accepted to AL for the role of Andromeda Tonks (FC: Keira Knightley). Fantastic job, Kay! I loved your application. It was equal parts sweet and serious, and you can really feel the inner conflict in poor Andromeda when it comes to loyalty to the family she was born to and loyalty to the family she ultimately chose. I think you have a great grasp of the plot and I’m excited to see the way you navigate through some of the familial plots that you mentioned in your application. Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist.Welcome home, we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — kay age — 30 pronouns — she/her timezone — mst/gmt-7 activity level — currently it would be about a seven out of ten; i’m a teacher, and it’s summer break! I have a lot more free time now but i’m also trying to keep myself busy with more meaningful things as well, so my activity is not as steady as it might have been in years past lol

IC Overview

name — Andromeda Ismene Tonks, née Black age — 30; her birthday is March 1, 1955 gender — cis female sexuality — bisexual but that’s a very closely guarded secret; she had a very brief, very secretive relationship with a girl during her time at Hogwarts, but she knew what her family would think of that and nothing came of it; Ted came along not long after that, and she’s never looked back.

patronus — a cat, hers specifically takes the form of an Egyptian Mau; she summons the Patronus with the memory of when she and Ted took Dora shopping for her first year school supplies

boggart — Dora, dead by Bellatrix’s hand - as much as it would kill Andie if something happened to Ted, it’s nowhere near the pain that would come if something happened to Dora. Her greatest fear has always been that her family would find and hurt Dora somehow, and now that she and Cissa have reunited, Bellatrix is Andie’s greatest worry

IC In Depth

personality traits — +loyal, compassionate, thoughtful: As a Black, she was raised to prize loyalty; Andie took it to mean loyalty to her family above all (and as she grew older, the definition of family changed) and it’s a trait that she still prizes. To those who have proved themselves trustworthy, Andie extends all the loyalty in her. Despite her upbringing, Andie has always been compassionate - it was why she first wanted to be a Healer, to help those in need. Her bedside manner is well-known at St. Mungo’s because of this. If someone comes to Andie for advice or help, she takes her time to consider what she’s saying; this is true in everything she does. Andie was impulsive when she was younger but has since learned the importance of stopping to think about her actions.

 -withdrawn, smothering, hesitant: Although her loyalty extends to the people she cares about, Andie finds it difficult to open up to those she doesn’t know well. Her list of friends is small - she excuses this by referring to her family difficulty and how she was never sure who she could trust when she was younger. Those who haven’t earned her loyalty aren’t people she trusts or wishes to spend much time with. She wants to help others but often can try and do too much for them, whether it’s a patient at St. Mungo’s or her friends. She would do anything for them, and needs to be told to do less when she oversteps. Her thoughtfulness sometimes leads her to hesitancy; she doesn’t want to do the wrong thing, so she does nothing. It’s a trait she’s trying to work on - to be sure she acts when she ought to, while still giving everything the consideration it needs.

character biography — 

Andromeda Ismene Black came into the world early in the morning on March 1, 1955. Her earliest memories are of her sisters: Bella racing over after Andie fell; Cissa’s tiny fingers curling around Andie’s own, much larger finger; the three of them hiding in their playroom after a burst of accidental magic sent everything toppling from the walls; Andie and Cissa crying when Bella went to Hogwarts, then Bella and Andie feeling equally heartbroken to leave Cissa behind. Her whole world revolved around the two of them, and Andie couldn’t imagine anything better.

Her Hogwarts years are memories of friends. At first, the other pureblood girls in Slytherin, and occasionally the other houses: these are the girls she knew from childhood, the ones her parents approved. Then, slowly but surely, other people began to inch their way in. Andie first began to question the pureblood ideals she’d been taught when she was a third year, partnered with a halfblood in Herbology, and realized that the other girl was just as good as Andie herself was - maybe even better. From there, more fractures appeared as Andie observed her Muggleborn and halfbood peers and realized that blood purity did not equal better magic, and certainly didn’t equal better people.

Then there was Ted. They became friends during her fourth year, when Andie was able to show that she was not her sister, she was kinder than Bella. They were friends, and quickly became the best of friends, without the hint of anything romantic on Andie’s part. She had not yet reconciled to the idea that she might have to leave her family someday, and still planned to follow through with the expected pureblood marriage at some distant point in the future. Then there was a very pretty halfblood girl in Andie’s fifth year, though nothing came of that. And then near the end of Andie’s sixth year, she realized Ted was … handsome. Kind. Good. Things she wanted from a husband. They started dating in her seventh year, and Andie never regretted that choice.

Her memories after Hogwarts are a blur of Ted and St. Mungo’s. She talked her parents into letting her go into Healer training; it allowed her to sneak time with Ted and still pursue the thing she loved, and bought time before she had to make a decision about her family. She knew it would come to a head, that this situation could not last forever. She knew that she didn’t share her family’s beliefs anymore. She knew that leaving them would be the hardest thing she ever did - maybe even impossible. And so she put the decision off, as she trained and met up with Ted and fell more and more in love with him until everything broke. She tried to plead her case, and her parents issued their ultimatum: the family or Ted. And with that choice before her, she could only do one thing. She left her family in November, 1974.

Since that time, her memories have been full of Ted and Dora. Dora was born in August, 1975 and Andie’s world shifted irrevocably. Her priority is to keep her daughter safe - her laughing, rambunctious, miraculous gift, who can change her appearance at will (a fact that brought her parents immense anxiety when Dora was little). Their home is a place full of laughter, cozy and homey in a way that Andie never experienced when she was younger. They stayed out of the war, after long discussions over many nights about their responsibility to society and their responsibility to their daughter. Andie goes to work and does her duty, and comes home and dotes on Dora and keeps the house tidy and loves Ted. And since the war’s end, she cautiously lets Cissa in as well, gets to know her little blonde nephew and tries to mend fences with her youngest sister and hopes that the future is as bright as it seems.

plot ideas — 

1) I love family plots, so I definitely want to plot with Narcissa and Sirius! I feel like there’s a lot of possibility for angst and drama with Cissa and Andie, just given how their reunion can be seen as manipulative on Cissa’s end. And since Sirius was Andie’s favorite cousin, and she probably always saw him as very immature, I like the idea of her getting to know this different side of him. 

2) Since Andie is a Healer, I think it would be really interesting to explore her working to help people aligned with the Death Eaters, either currently or in the past. Andie takes her vow to help others very seriously, and she would give an injured Death Eater the same consideration she gave someone from the Order. 

3) This is a more personal one, but I think if there was a Ted writer, it would be interesting to see Ted and Andie thinking about having more kids since things seem so peaceful. 

4) Andie doesn’t have many friends, and I would love to see her making some new ones! She’s an introvert by nature, but immensely loyal to those she deems worthy so it would be interesting to explore that, and see her deciding what proves someone’s loyalty. 

5) As things start to heat up again, I think it would be interesting for the Order to approach Andie about being a sort of Healer on call for them. She doesn’t want to fight and doesn’t necessarily want her family involved, but she would find it difficult to turn down that sort of request - she believes that the Order is right, and now that Dora isn’t a baby anymore and is safely at Hogwarts, Andie might be more inclined to aid the Order.

extra —

Just as a note: I was hoping to change Dora’s canon birth year from 1973 to 1975, just to give Andie and Ted some breathing room in their relationship, rather than them having a baby when they were 17/18. I can adjust that back if you don’t approve, but it felt like a better call for this group. I also wrote the app as Andie and Ted being together for 13 as in they’ve been dating that long, and said the marriage took place in the year after they finished Hogwarts, again just to give Andie a little more time to mature as a person before she immediately left her family and married Ted. (Also this is all a little moot since the age change; I think I changed the dates appropriately but if not, that’s absolutely something I can edit in the future!)

Character tag on my personal blog

Andromeda pinterest board

Amortentia: coffee, chocolate, mint - these are scents she associates with her home now. Coffee in the morning when she and Ted are waking up; chocolate for stolen moments with Dora when they’re sneaking a treat; the minty smell of their toothpaste for goodnight kisses.

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Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 14)

Previous parts

Words: 1509

Everything was quiet, almost boring, until Halloween night: sure, Harry and Ron had arrived at school in Mr. Weasley's flying car after they had lost the Hogwarts Express, and Mrs. Weasley's letter had been nothing short of hilarious, but nothing more happened, beside the boring and unfair fact that Draco’s father brought a place for his son in the Quidditch team by buying new brooms to everyone, and they were all first day’s news, but now they were coming back from Nearly Headless Nick’s deathday party and Harry started to talk about a voice that no one else was able to hear and that was interesting.

"This way," he shouted, sounding a little like a madman, and he began to run up the stairs, into the entrance hall. A knowing look and the four friends followed him but they stopped short when they saw foot-high words daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming

torches.

“The chamber of secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware,” Blaise read aloud.

"What's that thing hanging underneath?" asked Pansy, a slight quiver in her voice. Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's beloved cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring. For a few seconds, they didn't move, then Hermione screamed, which attracted a lot of unwanted attention, but she hardly noticed, her face buried in Blaise's chest, who had held her and Pansy as if he wanted to protect them from that terrible image.

“Enemies of the Heir, beware…” repeated a thoughtful voice. Hermione looked up only to meet Draco’s cold eyes. There was something new in his expression, something she could’ve considered fear or regret. Adrian had also approached them and looked at the younger boy with an expression of contempt: "You are despicable."

"I didn’t do this!" he exclaimed, and he seemed really hurt by the idea that someone could blame him, but his words where partially swallowed up by the cat owner’s voice, who accused Harry, that was still near Mrs. Norris’s body but backed several steps away when the janitor nearly hit him, and he would’ve succeeded if Dumbledore himself, who had rushed to the scene with the other professors, hadn’t stopped him by force.

“It’s impossible!” Ron intruded. “He was with us at Nick’s party and we have a room full of ghosts who can prove it!”

"Come with me, Argus," said the Headmaster to Filch while he was trying to drag him away from the hideous scene.

“We can use my office,” said Lockhart, eagerly. Dumbledore nodded and left the janitor, who seemed to have calmed down and started cried silently. As much as she detested Filch, Hermione couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as she felt for Harry: if the Headmaster believed Filch, he would be expelled for sure and he would’ve been forced to spend another six years with his uncles, who, as he described them, didn’t seem good people.

“You should come too,” said Dumbledore, before gently detaching the corpse from the hook. Hermione never thought she could be accused of plotting with the blood supremacists, but evidently everyone had forgotten that her parents, and all her ancestors before her, beside, obviously, a squib somewhere, that made the magical ability unexpectedly resurface after many generation, were Muggles. And so here she was, even though she could’ve been a nobody among many, in Lockhart's office, accused together with purebloods and Voldemort’s most famous enemy.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her, probably the Transmogrifian Torture. I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would’ve saved her…” Lockhart was saying, but Hermione struggled to follow, too busy listening to Draco, who was trying to convince her that he hadn’t been the author of that threat, and watching Pansy, who was trying not to cry, her face still buried in Blaise's chest, Harry stroking her hair. She wondered if they were annoyed by the fact she was talking to Malfoy but even if they weren’t, they probably would’ve been if they knew she believed him. Meanwhile, Dumbledore was bent over Mrs. Norris, muttering strange words under his breath and tapping her with his wand.

"I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou," said Lockhart, covering again Draco’s words "a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography: I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once…”

Dumbledore interrupted him but he preceded Hermione with a delay of just seconds as she was about to burst out and scream at him to shut up. She didn’t want to disrespect a professor and he was a man who had done great things, but after the first lesson she doubted that he was still so mighty.

"She's not dead, Argus."

"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," said Dumbledore, and Hermione tried to remember what she knew about the subject. Other than the Petrificus Totalus spell, not much, to be honest, and that wasn't its result, therefore it had to have something to do with Dark Magic. She glanced sideways at Draco: his father was said to be a Dark Wizard, but even if he was, she couldn’t imagine him, however hateful, would follow that path.

“He did it!" Filch insisted, his face purpling, his skeletal index indicating Harry. "You saw what he wrote on the wall, and he just found out…” the words died in his throat but Hermione, as everyone else in that room, beside, maybe, Draco, knew the rest of the sentence. Harry told them he had found a letter in his office that had led Hermione to the conclusion that he was a squib, and if for a Muggleborn like her it wasn't such a shameful thing, she knew that many purebloods saw it as the worst of shame.

"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry said loudly, and all the eyes in the room were now on him. They had gone to that corridor because Harry had heard something none of them had been able to, but none of his friends were willing to admit it and there was no need for anyone else to know about it, at least until they thought and tried all the possible solutions: as far as they knew, he could only be schizophrenic, something definitely controllable with Muggle drugs, even if the coincidence was decidedly disturbing.

"If I might speak, Headmaster," said Snape, finally emerging from the shadows he was hiding in, and Hermione stiffened because although she was sure he would do anything to exculpate his students, she wasn't sure he would do that, since she wasn’t sure he was able to put his hatred for Harry aside, it didn’t matter if it was to save his House’s face of his own life, he just hated him too strongly. “My student and their friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he concluded after a long pause, a slight sneer curling his mouth ad he though he doubted it. Everyone waited for the rest of the sentence but he didn’t add anything to confirm what his face was saying. Hermione and Blaise exchanged a puzzled look but they had no intention of protesting or drawing attention to them as the Headmaster had just declared them innocent until proven guilty. As he spoke he looked firmly at Filch, who didn’t seem satisfied with the verdict but seemed to have no intention in opposing his greatest ally.

"So can we leave?" Ron asked bravely, but before Dumbledore could say anything Snape replied, saying that he would accompany his students to the dormitories, in light of what had just happened, and he trusted that Professor McGonagall would do the same with hers.

“Of course,” hissed the woman, before putting a hand on the back of each of the two guys belonging to her House and practically pushing them out the door. Although no one felt safer with Snape nearby, not even his students, no one dared to rebel and they walked silently through the corridors with the feeling that something terrible could happen at any moment. Snape turned, just as they expected, into a dark corridor, where there weren't many paintings that could repeat and gossip on his words. Even the ghosts had to keep away from that wing of the castle.

“I don’t know what happened but I know it wasn’t you. This doesn’t mean that I will always be around to get you out of trouble, so try to opt for better companies and an attitude that attracts less attention unless you want to be me the one accusing you, the next time something like this happens,” and with those words, he turned his back on them and went straight where he came from.

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We Both Know Hearts Can Change

a slytherin!calum au

chapter 1

dedicated to the #1 slytherin!calum stan @notoriouslyhood

A/N: I tried to make this a one shot but it's gonna be a multi-shot

word count: 8.3k (grab a snack & relax lol)

warnings: mentions of violence

The first years of Valerie's life were spent side by side with her family, and even more than that, her best friend Calum. A boy with a lisp and big brown eyes and crooked teeth who taught her nearly everything she could possibly know about quidditch and muggles. They were inseparable. Their parents laughed and praised the bond they had formed, swore they were the cutest little kids to roam the wizarding world.

She remembers when they were finally given letters to attend Hogwarts, how she heard him burst through the door out of breath and climb up the stairs and then heave his way into her cluttered room.  

"I've got one!" He exclaimed, waving the letter triumphantly. Valerie peered up from the book in her hands and felt the blood in her veins pump faster and faster, she threw the covers off of her body and jumped across the room, feeling like she was on cloud nine, and plucked her letter off of the dresser she kept it on.

"Me too!" Her eyes lit up at the idea of going to Hogwarts with her best friend, giddily jumping up and down as he flung his weight onto her mattress to exclaim for the whole house to hear.

"It's gonna be terrific." He pumped a fist into the air, and Valerie felt her grin widen some more (if that was even possible).

They had giddily spoke all day, in hushed, childish whispers behind her closed door. The excitement in the room was palpable, and they had a week to exult it before they get to 9 and 3/4, then it's off to classes every day.

"I wanna be a gryffindor." She had daydreamed out loud, "Mama thinks I'll be one. What about you?"

She can remember the intensity of his locked gaze, wide, naive eyes that were so uncanny to his mothers it should be criminal. The uncanny resemblance of his parents at such a young age made it hard to not tell who he is. The Hood household, known for their unstoppable generations of fierce, determined-

"Slytherin, for sure." Calum whispered, fingers going to trace the quilted patterns on Valerie's duvet. He had no doubt in his mind his family's long line of green and silver would justifiably suit him.

Valerie was only eleven at the time, but she could see the resilience prodding through his tone, he had a lovely family, but she knew for a fact he would be different from them. Slytherin, yes, but not the kind that can still keep civil around others. He was austere, already, and he hadn't even enrolled yet.

There was also another worry in her mind, something unspoken between them that needed to be discussed.

"What if we're not in the same house?" Her eyes trained on his finger still tracing the delicate stitchings of her covers. Watching his fingertip dance across the outline of an owl.

"We'll still be friends." He answered within a heartbeat.

"Good." She had hoped he would say that, and her worries vanished just like that. They had stayed up late once he was given the right to sleepover, their adolescent imaginations running haywire as they created lists of supplies they'd need and drew out what wands they hoped to get. Valerie even let him take the good pillow that night, having to keep fluffing her own to try and get comfy. He slept right beside her, passed out and snoring as she lied on her side, gazing out her cracked open window. The subtle breeze fluttering the curtains as the stars twinkled behind wisps of clouds.

That was their last night spent together as friends.

The second they had boarded the Hogwarts Express Valerie was ditched for two boys and found herself her own cubby to retreat to. Alone in solitude, spare for her cat, Dinah, who curled up in her lap for the ride ahead. She had felt betrayed, scoffing to herself at how he jumped so feverishly at the opportunity to make new, better friends. Was she that embarrassing?

"Is this seat taken?" A girl had entered bashfully, owl in it's cage practically covering half of her figure. Her faint greyish blue eyes were inviting and near enchanting, wavy auburn hair unlike Valerie's chestnut brown. Voice meek but showed her nerves of the day ahead, Valerie liked her. Thought of her as, honestly, a potential friend.

"No." She smiled softly, a gentle curve of her lips.

The girl got herself situated after a minute or two and huffed when she sat across from her.

"I'm Josephine," She introduces herself with an outstretched hand. Valerie jolts hers into it. "You can call me Josie."

"I'm Valerie." Her eyes glance across to let the girl sink into her memory, knowing this won't be the last time they speak. "Val, for short."

Things with the trip to Hogwarts were as nervewracking yet adrenaline pumping as one may expect. An uneasiness brought upon her as she waved her family goodbye through the window, as did Josie, and the reality of it all sunk in. There would be no more goodnight kisses, let alone her favorite dinners of homemade soup and biscuits.

She had nervously twirled her aspen-wood, white-river-monster-spine-cored wand as they approached the glorious school, tall towers and intricate architecture in the afternoon sun that shone down upon the castle like a blinding spotlight. She had never been there before, and the descriptions of it did not do it justice in the slightest. That was when the anxiety had bubbled into excitement.

Josie had walked beside her the entire time they were entering the school, each student lugging suitcases and creatures in cages, she had just nearly forgotten about Calum until the school's opening banquet had begun. The four houses all sat at their designated tables as first year students huddled up for the sorting ceremony. It was beyond riveting to see strangers get sorted, and as she heard a familiar name, she grew all too interested at the results.

"Calum Hood," Dumbledore had called out, and up the boy went, the sorting hat placed upon his head of unruly, raven brown curls, it had spoke softly to itself for a moment. And in that split second of a pause, time stood still, and Valerie even stiller.

"Slytherin!" It had chosen, nay declared, and the table erupted into whoops and hollers as he trotted his way over to take a seat.

She spent the rest of the ceremony digging her nails into the palms of her hands, the fists she had balled them into formed crescents into her skin. Hiding her disapproval in a pity smile he shot her way when passing by, she merely twirled a strand of her brown hair and pretended not to notice.

"Valerie Scott." Her name echoed down the grand hall and she made her way up to the center with a bashful grin, two excited thumbs up from Josephine, who sat as a new, proud Ravenclaw.

She took a glance at Calum, who was already befriended by an upperclassman, not even looking at her. And the hat on her head had been placed, murmuring wickedly.

"I'm sensing some apprehension against a house- Slytherin?"

She had burned red in the cheeks, praying nobody could hear the hat speak.

"Perhaps it's because of the cowardice you radiate. Or the lack of, hm, ill intentions." The gruff voice mutters before taking a moment to gather it's thoughts.

Valerie's heart was pounding in her chest, watching the way Calum looked up at her, silently apologizing in advance, because they both know she isn't a slytherin.

"Ravenclaw!" The hat announced at the same time Josie bounced out of her seat to victoriously celebrate her placement. And her eyes shifted off of Calum and to her new table, her new life, no longer attached at the hip to Calum Hood.

-

That was six years ago, from where Valerie currently resides. Comfortably relaxing in her shared dorm with Josie. They have books open on their desks, abandoned for now, as they find themselves reminiscing on their many years at this school, now in their final one.

They cut the discussion short and head down to lunch for the third time this school year, only in their first week of classes. All too giddy to be the eldest of their class. Eighteen years old and now superior to the lower class kids.

Not that they're barbaric enough to tease those underneath them, unlike others they've seen.

"First quidditch match tomorrow, you excited?" Josie peeps her head up from the plate in front of her. The blue eyes she has are still shining bright, and her red hair is slicked back in two tight french braids.

"Maybe if our house was playing I would be." Valerie quirks her lips into an unamused expression. Her eyebrows furrowing as her pout falls at the remembrance of who's playing. she absentmindedly stirs her hot cocoa.

"Yeah, but Gryffindor versus Slytherin is as legendary as one could expect, you can't miss it."

"I won't, I won't." Her words soothe the girl across from her, extinguishing any doubt in her mind that she'd stay in her room rather than miss something so revolutionary. Two head to head rival houses.

"Not to mention Luke requested me to be there." Josie grinned childishly, a little shimmy in her seat as the thought of that doofus makes her heart swoop and soar.

Valerie adores Josie, she's her closest friend, but she does not approve of the fling she has going on with Luke Hemmings. A fairly new concept, only a month or two, but they keep things strictly private due to her being muggle-born and his parents being strictly pureblood. Not to mention this school's blatant judgment for odd couples such as that.

Not that Josie can't choose who to be with, but the fact she had chosen someone who's very close to Calum- practically clings to him- is a little agitating. Josie runs off every now and then to sneak kisses with the blonde boy, then burrows under her covers late that night gushing to a half asleep Val about how cute yet sexy the blue eyed boy can be. It's kind of sickening, how in love she is.

"Luke, huh?" She has no other words to say. Just skims the premises around her to find the Slytherin table beside them, to the right. Her view near exact with Luke's posse of certified jocks. There's Michael Clifford, an astonishingly ignorant and loud character to say the least, who finds joy in messing with the younger students and some of the gullible instructors. Luke Hemmings himself, star keeper with criminally blue eyes and all too charming features that he uses to his advantage when need be.

And last, but certainly not least, Calum Hood.

A much, much different Calum from who she once knew.  His dark curls once a mop on top of his pudgy face have been shaved on the underside and styled on the top in a messy fashion. His bone structure somehow sharper and sharper with each passing year, jaw set in a permanent chiseled position, cheekbones defined and drop dead gorgeous. Calum's eyes are devilish and so, so cunning. They bring most girls to their knees, without him even caring, since he spends most of his time either on the quidditch field as a seeker, or hiding out somewhere unbeknownst to others. He's private, isolated, but purposely keeps himself hidden despite all the attention he gets from those around him. He is infamous, enigmatic, and unfairly handsome.

Valerie doesn't recognize him from the boy she once knew. He's a proper man now, with stoic features and a persona unlike any other. He's a mystery that many people fail to solve, and he walks these halls like the champion he truly is.

"Who are you staring at?" Josie turns around entirely to try and pinpoint who she's been ogling for the past minute or two. Her lips part in a silent gasp, hands flying across the table to grab Valerie by the wrists. "Are you staring at Calum Hood?"

"No, I just- I zoned out." Lie. Just one fat lie to try and act like she wasn't viewing the guy across from her as the sexiest man alive. His body is slouched but tense as he talks to his friends in low, but elated, conversation.

"Merlin's beard, you were looking at him." She shrieks, all too excited to hear her friend fancies a boy for once instead of slumping in the library.

"I can tell Luke to talk to him about you, he'd do it, you know."

"Please don't." Valerie huffs, standing with a new proposition in mind, "I'm gonna go study, I'm not that hungry."

She wasn't staring at Calum in a way that was obvious, or so she hopes, because when her body rose from her seat she could have sworn he lifted his head up to look at her. Even if that was for a split second, she felt goosebumps prickle at her skin and a sharp chill run up her spine.

"You're going to that game tomorrow, Val, whether you want to or not."

The words resonate with her the rest of her stroll out of the dining hall, busying herself with the urge to scream at what just happened. Out of nowhere Calum seems to be all her mind can focus on. Maybe it's the fact they actually share most classes this year, or possibly the newfound buzz of popularity he has in these halls after carrying the quidditch team all last year. He's the man to be, the one girls swoon over, and she's not blind- she can see why they all fall for him- his charm and laidback 'I don't care' reputation is as accurate as it gets. Not to mention how easy he is on the eyes.

Valerie catches herself in the tangent of Calum Hood and huffs out loud, the corridor she's in is empty, thank Merlin, but she feels paranoid that people might see her going so insane. Over a boy, too.

A boy who left her in the dust after ten years of camaraderie, they had been best friends, and now he's taken a different path of life full of social celebrations and sports, and she's a bookworm with a heart of gold.

Sometimes she wonders what would've happened if she was put in Slytherin, if he had stuck by her side, if he would've ever befriended Luke and Michael instead. She knows she wasn't unimportant to him, but she felt used, like a stepping stone to get to where he is now.

"Hey," A voice speaks up alongside her, and she nearly jumps out of her skin at the sight of Michael Clifford, holding something out to her. "You dropped this in the cafeteria."

She trails her gaze away from his emerald eyes and pale features, all the way down to his palm that grasps her wand.  

The breath she didn't realize she was holding in falls out in a sigh, "Oh, thanks."

"You're Josephine's friend, yeah?"

Great, more conversation, she groans internally. Her eyes set on the wand she's taking from his hand oh so delicately. As if touching him will result in a curse of some sort.

"Mhm." She decides to bite, "Why?"

"Just, uh, heard a lot about you." He gives a tight lipped smile, his eyes flicker away from her to the left and juts his chin out to point at something. His subtle actions worry her, and when her gaze follows his, she feels her throat grow dry and nearly collapse on the spot.

Calum. He pointed out Calum. Who leans against the entrance of the cafeteria, one hand loosening his school's uniformed tie, the green and silver glimmering against the chandelier above him. His eyebrows thread together in frustration as he rolls his eyes at what Luke can't stop babbling on about.

"Oh," Her voice is a whisper, and she didn't mean to sound so feeble but her eyes are glued on the raven haired boy across the corridor, seemingly miles away as her blood runs cold. He talks about her? Good things or bad things? How often? She should've never found out this information because now it will drive her mad.

"Valerie, right?"

"Yeah." She feels frozen. Despair in her tone as he drops his hand at his side, robes flowing with his motions.

He swings his body sideways and shrugs, "I'll, uh, see you in potions class."

"O-Okay." She utters, now in disbelief.

Because she never noticed him in potions class, she didn't even go there today. So, why did he notice her on the first day?

Michael strides away with his hands in his pockets, and she stands dumbfounded, wand clutched in her clammy hand as Calum stares up at her for the faintest of moments. His brow arches up, and his lips purse in deep thought, almost studies her from afar. Then he does something so infinitesimal, yet so overwhelming she wants to scream.

His right eye falls, and he winks at her before turning back to his friends with a smug, knowing look on his stupidly handsome face.

-

Valerie finds Michael in her potions class the next morning, and she's not surprised to see him in the far back, half asleep as the book on his desk lies untouched. A guy partnered with him, Ashton Irwin, seems a little too awake to be in school, he's nice, from what she can remember from their few limited encounters.

And it seems that suddenly, her days are filled with signs of Calum, whether it's hearing girls whisper and giggle about him in the halls, or just the occasional glance she gets of him walking past her in the halls. It's as if, out of the blue, Calum's silence the past six years has erupted into a deafening uproar.

"It's gonna be cold, wear some layers." Josie tosses a Ravenclaw scarf to her friend across the room, letting her borrow it for tonights game. Her body bundled up for the cold autumnal afternoon ahead, she walks side by side with her trusty sidekick, their blue and silver attire mixes with the other students in their house, everyone bustling out to the field to sit in their designated seating area for the game.

Her hands clutch a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate, sips from it every now and then to keep herself warm.

She never hated the sport, despite Josie's obvious taunting, she just doesn't quite understand the significance of these games. Why do students go nuts at such a barbaric sport? Why do girls find the Slytherin seeker attractive despite his blatant egotistical tendencies and shameless flirting he does with any girl? Ugh.

So yeah, quidditch is a bore to her. Not exactly what she wants to spend her afternoon doing. She'd much rather be under her covers with Dinah curled up on her lap while she eats some candy and writes letters to her family back home.

So it's no surprise she zones out a good ten minutes into the game, quidditch players zoom by on their broomsticks and nearly give her a nosebleed when one ventures far too close for her liking, and then she's in her own little world.

Josie jumps up and down whenever Luke breathes, and it's cute at first, and she watches her best friend fondly, but by the fifth swoon she's at the brink of losing her mind.

That's why she decides to focus on something else– or someone else.

He's focused and intent, only takes a break to search for the golden snitch before taking off again with a determined look on his stoic face. Brown eyes near black with focus as he whirs through other players, dodges any hits, and takes down opponents in the process.

Her eyes can only follow him for so long before she feels dizzy, he's fast, definitely too fast for Gryffindor. She smiles a little bit, remembering how he used to idolize star quidditch players when they were young, he always wanted to be a quidditch player, and now he's one of the best at Hogwarts. She wouldn't be surprised if he set school records.

"Close your mouth, or you'll catch flies." Josie teases, and snaps her back into reality, eyes rolling back at her friends antics. She's just interested in the game, that's all. She wasn't drooling over Calum, just waiting to see if he'll catch the golden snitch.

Right as she stares at Josie there's a strong wave of wind that surges them back, her gaze dead set on the broomstick a few feet from her face as a Slytherin player leans over the field to meet Josie's awestruck expression.

Luke. She watches in utter surprise. The blonde's golden curls ruffling through the breeze as he tilts a gloved hand under Josie's wind-bitten rosy cheek and brings his lips to hers in an Earth shattering kiss.

"Lu," She whispers, startled at his PDA, especially because their relationship was strictly private.

He smirks, "See you after the game."

He goes back to the main purpose of the game and plays with ease, almost too casual about the spectacle he just caused. Josie still sits, fingertips grazing her lips in shock, reminiscing in the tingle she feels across them.

Valerie sits beside her, mouth agape, as she lets what just happened sink in. The crowd around them is already bombarding Josie with rapid fire questions on what that was and what it means. She knows. Luke just put their relationship in the public eye. The whole school will know by morning, and she's still red in the face at the mere thought.

"Wow." Is all Valerie can say.

"Yeah." Josie mutters back, speechless.

The game around them feels underwhelming after that, but Luke is as much of a star as before, scoring some points, meanwhile his other teammates seem just as flustered and confused at what they saw him do. Since when was he with a ravenclaw?

The only person who's unfazed by this is Calum, who uses this spectacle to his advantage and relentlessly chases the snitch now that the Gryffindor seeker is backtracking.

"Slytherin's seeker, Calum Hood, has caught the golden snitch!" The young announcer exclaims as the man being praised with roaring applause and celebratory whoops and hollers sends a victorious fist in the arm that holds the snitch in all it's glory. His fellow teammates swarm around him and do the same, some send encouraging back pats his way, others ruffle his curly hair.

"Come on," Josie pulls Valerie out of her seat once the game is officially over, and races her down the stairs until they reach the side of the field.

"Why are we-"

"Lu!" Josie shrieks when the boy comes walking out of the stadium with his broom in hand, now in his regular school uniform of a robe, button down, sweater, and tie. She latches onto his front in a hug that lasts far too long.

"You did great out there." Valerie tenses at the awkwardness in her voice, feeling uncomfortable at the blatant PDA these two are in the midst of. Kissing each other with silly giggles and whispers in between, she feels like she's intruding.

Luke eventually pulls away, a goofy, crooked smile on his lips. "Thanks, didn't think you'd actually show up."

She burns vermillion, her lips in a tight line as she hugs her own body for warmth. The sun is a sliver on the horizon as the subtle warmth of the day decreases and is replaced by cool winds. She really wants to go back to her room.

"Gonna join us for the celebration? The lads and I wanna have a bottle or two."

"No, I'm good. Tired." She takes a few slow steps back, "I have homework to do, classes to study for and-"

She stops her sentence when her back juts into something behind her, a low humph falling from her lips as she spins around in surprise. A very unimpressed Calum stands in her wake, taller than she remembers, eyes giving a quick skim of her body before assessing who she is. Her heart that thuds with chagrin only amplifies. She bets others can hear it if they listen closely.

"Y'alright?" His voice. She never really heard it, not since year one when he actually spoke up in classes. Not since they were actual comrades. Not since he actually acknowledged her existence. It's darker, full of a thick rasp and yet still smooth like honey. She drinks in the sight of his jawline, how his adam's apple bobs when he asks her if she's alright. Y'alright? That's what he has to say after years of silence?

"Yeah," She whispers, a little too meek in her tone, feet wobbling as she steps back and tries to fix her appearance, wants to drown in the knitted scarf that feels like it's suffocating her neck all of a sudden. "I'm great, actually."

He piques an amused brow to question her not-so believing tone, but doesn't say anything about how polar opposite her words are to her actual physical expression. Something in between terrified and ashamed.

"Congrats on the win." She stammers out in one hearty breath, slowly gaining her composure. Still captivated on the way he seems so unfazed with his victory.

She despises the way her heart turns and twists at the sound of him humming to reply. Hates the way she missed the brown in his eyes.

"Not my best game, to be fair, I was kind of distracted."

At that she's confused. He seemed pretty focused, if not entirely focused on the snitch the whole game. Not that she watched him like a hawk or anything.

"Oh?" She inquired for more explaining. "Why's that?"

"Nice joke, Val."

She feels herself bristle at the nickname. She never gave him the right to call her that, he can't just waltz his way back into her life as if the past six years haven't happened. As if he didn't leave her in the dust– and for what? A group of mediocre idiots who find nothing better to do other than mess around in class and in the halls. He used to have so much more potential before them.

"Am I supposed to know what's bothering you?" She muses, a little smug in her sarcasm, hands hugging her torso as another especially harsh wind blows by and tosses her waves of brown hair around.

He gives her a look, concerned, eyes falling to hers to try and read if she's joking or not. "You really don't know?"

She shakes her head, because as much as she hates him, she wouldn't bother herself with his life in her spare time. When girls giggled about him in the halls she zoned out and focused on the book in her hands or the test she's about to take, never bat an eyelash at the boy who somehow sat in her classes, always to the far left of her, back corner if not assigned somewhere else. She refused to take a minute to think of how he might be doing. Since he never bothered to do the same with her.

Luke and Josie burst through their space, breaking them apart as the blonde tugs Calum away from her. "C'mon, they'll be pissed if we aren't there soon."

She wants to stay here, even though it's windy and cold, but she needs to find out what Calum's talking about. What has him distracted? Is it bad? Good? Anything to do with her? She knows it's not the last one but she can't help but worry he has an issue with her.

"I'll see you around, alright?" Calum doesn't turn around to look her way as they wander back to the school halls. Her eyes longingly watch him leave her in the dust, anticipating an explanation that will never come.

"But what's wrong?" She asks, desperate to talk to him.

Now he looks over his shoulder, eyes dropping to her for a split second before he shakes his head.

"I can't tell you." His voice is low, "Not right now."

And what the actual hell is she supposed to do until he can tell her? After giving her something to stress about, one would think he should resolve her worries as soon as possible.

-

He doesn't even associate himself with her for the next four days, avoids her stare in the hallway, busies himself in the dining hall by constantly reading the same chapter on potions making. She feels tempted enough to cast the legilimency spell to read his mind, to delve into his thoughts and just get the answers herself, but knows she'd get caught for using it outside of the classroom. Besides, she's not that skilled in legilimens. She probably wouldn't be able to pull it off.

It takes all the strength within her to confide in Josie for help. Sitting criss cross on her bed as Josie lies on her stomach beside her, the two of them are studying together.

"Do you know anything about Calum?" Her eyes refuse to stare at her, glued on the pages of the book, as if Herbology is the most interesting subject in the world. Her lips mouth the words to herself as Josie's stare burns holes into her skin.

"Not much, why?"

"He just–" Merlin's sake, she despises boy talk yet here she is. "He's confusing."

"What else is new?"

"No, but, he and I were talking after the game and he said he was distracted during it then got all offended when I asked why– as if I should know. Now he won't even look at me but said he'd tell me later."

"And you think I know anything about the most mysterious man in Hogwarts?" Josie smirks, "I mean, I'd say ask Luke, but you don't like him."

Valerie tilts her head, "I never said I don't like him." They just have absolutely nothing and common therefore fall short on every conversation, ending it on simple farewells and forced smiles. She doesn't understand how Josie and him somehow have chemistry.

"He thinks you do, so,"

Now with another burden on her shoulders, her newfound tension with Luke, she huffs. This conversation is just tiptoeing around what she wants to her. Who is Calum Hood? Why won't he talk to her in public? Or glance at her, as a matter of fact, why does he act like he's better than anyone else when he's just an enigma wrapped up in a stone cold personality?

"I like him, he's nice." She can't say much else, only ever talks about the weather with him, or to ask him where Josie is. Now that she thinks of it, her and Luke have only conversed a handful of times.

"We can go ask him then, they're friends. He'll know what's going on with Calum more than anyone else."

Which, yeah, that makes sense. But wouldn't it be a betrayal of trust if someone tells her without Calum's permission. He said he'd tell her, he wouldn't lie to her. Maybe he's waiting for a specific time to stop her in the hall and ask her if they can talk. Maybe he wants to make sure she's alone when he says it. Or maybe he's just toying with her in some sort of sick game. Either way she's annoyed.

"Let's go. I know where he is." Josie throws her legs over the bed and tightens her auburn ponytail.

They're outside. After curfew. Having snuck through corridors in order to slip through the doors and into the quidditch field where distant conversation grows closer with each nervous, slow step. She can feel paranoia claw at the nape of her neck, keeps whipping her head over her shoulder to check that nobody is following them. But each time it's just the foggy gloom that circles the school and dewy grass below their stumbling feet. She's a decent student, she doesn't sneak out, hasn't done it since year three when she nearly got caught. Scared her straight, and now she's repeating old tricks.

Josie swishes her wand to the quidditch stadium gate, taps the lock, and proudly states, "Alohomora."

There's a subtle click before she grips the handle and opens the door for Valerie to enter first. She declines, pointing for Josie.

"You go first." Valerie insists, hushed in a whisper.

"You're the one who needs to talk to Luke."

"You're the one dating him." Her words make Josie relentlessly sigh, done with their childish antics and enters the stadium so Valerie can follow.

The quidditch field feels bigger when it's empty, the stadium seats abandoned, the flags for each house wave ever so slightly, almost lifeless. In the center of the field, Luke sits. One leg propped up, the other straight out as he uses his knee to rest his arm on. Michael is lying on his back beside him, casting harmless charms to amuse himself as he sips from a beer every minute or so. It's just them, and she thanks Merlin that Calum's not here.

"Look who decided to show up," Luke smirks, twirling his wand in between his fingers nonchalantly. He has a curl to his lips, effortless and charming. His robes abandoned to sit in jeans and his button down. The tie is loose, buttons undone. He seems so relaxed compared to the cold, shuddering Valerie who stomps in.

"I've brought Val, if that's alright, she's just got a question for you."

"I've got an answer." He coolly replies. His bright blue eyes drink in the sight of Josie and pats his thigh when she approaches. Let's her accompany him on her lap.

"I need to know more about Calum." She stands, too anxious to sit down and stay awhile. She just wants an explanation and then she can leave.

Luke barks out a laugh, shoulders bouncing as he glances to Michael. Almost to say 'do you hear this?' like she just asked him to kill someone for her.

"I get it. I sound crazy." She crosses her arms, "I'm just worried about him."

"Should be." Michael voices his opinion, swirling fire on the end of his wand, watches it flutter in the air before flicking his wand and extinguishing it. She pretends she's not impressed at his ability to cast spells without reciting an incantation. Now is not the time to applaud him. "Guy's getting into some bad shit."

"Like what?"

Michael hesitates. Even looks to Luke to see if it's okay to say it, the blonde shrugs. They both seem worried.

"I won't tell anyone, I swear." She has no one to tell, only Josie, who's here right now.

That seems to open Michael up a bit more, he heaves his body up to sit, knees bent as he cracks his neck then continues.

"He's he put his name in the Goblet of Fire to enter the Triwizard tournament."

Her blood runs cold, stills all of a sudden. She never went to that assembly, she was bedridden in the nurse's quarters trying to recover from a stomach bug.

"He said he talked his parents into letting him." Michael frowns, sighs as if there's nothing they can do about it. He can only hope things don't end horribly.

"Fuck." Josie breathes out, the silence too still for their liking. They stand there for what feels like hours but is only mere seconds, Luke's eyes peer up at Valerie and instantly worries they've said too much. Her eyes drill into Michael.

"Why didn't you try to stop him?" Her voice is stern, the ravenclaw within her jumps at the opportunity to be right. She could've prevented it, she knows for a fact she could've sat him down and told him it's not meant for him. He's intelligent but the tournament is deadly. "He's your friend, you can't just- he can't do that. He could die."

Valerie can't wrap her mind around the mere idea of it– Calum's not one to throw himself in the spotlight, but he does love a good competition. He's strong and hench, he has tons of support from friends and just about any girl with eyes, maybe he wants the attention.

"He could win, too." Luke mutters under his breath in spite of her concern.

Valerie finds feeling in her legs again, then turns around, "I'm gonna be sick." Her head spins, and she bolts to leave, clutching her stomach as she feels the ground turn underneath her heavy feet. She doesn't know why she sprints into the corridors, can't fathom the rational choice of quietly tiptoeing back to her room. Because this isn't good. Far from it. Why would he put himself in something that could end with him dead? What is he supposed to gain from this other than pride? His parents would never let him put his life on the line for a trophy.

She hears heels click down a hallway near her, her feet pick up their pace, moving in time to the frantic thud of her heart. Her hands clam up, her robe flies behind her as the dim halls provide barely any light to guide her. She feels like she's going in circles, because since when did it take this long to find her dorm?

"Hey, you there!"

She's about to turn around and face the consequences when she feels a hand grasp her wrist and pull her into a pitch black room. Valerie yelps at the feeling of a body being smushed up against her chest. She can hear their irregular breathing, feels it fan across her forehead. It's a guy, she can tell, the strong chest up against hers and the broadness of their body helps her decide.

The clicking comes closer and she squeezes her eyes shut when it nears the door, holds her breath, and prays she doesn't get caught.

When the clicking fades in the distance, her hands unclench from the fists she hadn't even realized they formed.

There's silence, and then he utters.

"Lumos."

A ball of light glows in between them. Her frantic eyes peel open and trail down the wand to find a hand, then the classic uniform robes, all the way up to their face. She's stunned into an inaudible gasp. Calum.

"Why are you shaking?" He whispers, low and concerned. His hand finds the back of hers but she flinches at the contact. A little startled to see him here, after just talking about him and his issues.

"Are you insane?" She barks out, still speaking in a whisper, but presses her hand to his chest so he moves back. Her bitter tone only proves how mad she is, but her face is pouty and her eyebrows are strung together while whisper-yelling to him. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

She tries to assess where they are, and it seems like they've crammed themselves into a storage closet full of potion bottles and old cauldrons, they must be near the potions class.

It's one thing to find her obvious fear concerning, it's another to watch his worries morph into amusement at the way the color washed away from her face and a pout formed on her lips. Calum brings his wand to her face and smirks.

"Stop acting like I just threatened to kill you." He laughs, quiet and low, he sounds even hotter when he's murmuring to not get caught. She feels her skin flush at the thought. "Why are you roaming the halls after curfew?"

"I could say the same to you." The wand between them illuminates and reflects in his dark brown eyes, makes them glow a sweet caramel color instead. Softer than his usual burning stare. She interrogates him with her glimmering green eyes.

He smells like pine and mint, his lips full as he bites down on his bottom lip to rack up a legitimate answer.

"Couldn't sleep." He answers, "Needed some fresh air."

"And you'd risk getting caught for some fresh air?" She grins a little, happy to find a flaw in his stance as her hand goes to the doorknob. "I need to go, so excuse me."

She flings the door open with a huff, ready to head back to bed and just sleep. Her eyes are only met with Professor McGonagall, her glasses on the brim of her nose, her wand held up for possible defense only to jut out to the side with a stern, professional tone.

"You two are in big trouble." She gestures for Valerie and Calum to step out and when they do she clicks her tongue in disapproval. "These halls are not a vacation spot, once curfew strikes you are meant to stay in your rooms until classes the next morning. Although, I can tell you two are old enough to know the rules around here."

Calum doesn't speak, just cringes as he tries to ruffle a hand through his hair out of embarrassment.

"Mr. Hood, I'll be notifying Professor Snape of your antics with this girl of yours."

"We're not-"

"Don't make excuses." She quips up, leading them down to his common room, the click of heels and pursed lips as she comes to a conclusion. "I believe we'll be deducting points for each of your houses."

She gives Valerie an especially pointed look, checks the color of her robes then tsks. "Miss Norwood, I find it hard to believe you are such a delinquent."

Calum approaches the Slytherin common room and gives Valerie one last glance before he heads to bed, an unspoken farewell on his lips as he sluggishly makes his way back to his dorm for an even more restless night.

She feels a little guilty, having caused this, but McGonagall is nice to Valerie, she respects her professors and Calum's not exactly the best at speaking to them with inferiority as opposed to his usual laidback, snarky responses. She just has intelligence and poise here, and professors seem to admire that in her.

They walk down the halls alone, a quiet night in the castle, and Professor McGonagall sighs. "Boys like him will only get you in trouble, dear."

"We're just friends, promise." She hopes that can clear the air for gossip that will surely rise with sun in the morning.

Besides, saying they're friends is already a long shot. No one would be stupid enough to believe they were fooling around in the potions closet.

-

"Does he kiss like a God?" A girl squeezed her way through the halls to nearly tackle Valerie in a spine crushing hold of her shoulders. The girl had to be a year five or four, too young to be in her classes. Her hufflepuff robes shine as bright as the naïveté in her eyes.

"What?"

"Calum Hood," She giggles, "You two snogged in the potions closet."

Valerie laughs hysterically, suddenly unable to feel any bit normal when the girl stares at her wounded, confused. She can't help herself and brushes the girl aside to carry on with her day.

"Snogged in the potions closet..." She giggles to herself. "As if." Her feet rush through the corridors as her mind runs wild. Who could've said anything? Nobody else was there.

Her body weaves through the crowded corridors and tries to find Josephine for the ceremony about to take place. Her eyes skim from student to student and once she catches a glimpse of deep red hair she grins.

And then that grin falls upon seeing the hoard of slytherin boys around her with laughter bubbling out as she entertains them with a story. Calum Hood stands amongst the group, attracting attention from most as his broad posture with his arms across his chest cast a spotlight through the many lackluster students. He's far from mundane, he stands out in crowds like this. Despite the uniforms, he manages to catch anyone’s eye once they walk into the room.

Does he know his magnetic pull is so strong?

Valerie slips into the circle with her eyes trained on anything besides the brown eyed boy.

"-trying to write an essay while this idiot," Josie points to Luke, "Is throwing things across the room to prevent me from getting my actual work done. And not just crumpled up pieces of papers, no he managed to levitate a book and nearly hit me right in the head." She exclaims, as Michael bursts into laughter and Luke shrugs while she smiles. She may be irritated while ranting, but she knows Luke's just bored whenever they try to study together.

Valerie feels goosebumps rise over her skin, and a chill trails up her spine ever so slowly when someone decides to lean into her ear.

"Can I steal you for a second?"

The other three have been laughing too much to notice the fact Calum just invaded her personal bubble with no care in the world. She jumps a little at the warmth of his body, how his cologne invades her senses, the once cold room now flooded with heat.

She nods, softly, and follows him out of the dining hall, a few paces behind as her feet stumble down the corridors where every student walks in the opposite direction, sending odd glances her way. She ignores it, focuses on settling the nerves that unravel in the pit of her stomach at the conversation ahead. She knows exactly what this is about. And still the knowledge of what's to come does not soothe her rampant mind.

He finds an empty hall to discuss important matters in. Although, this doesn't ensure much privacy since people can still walk down and stumble upon this mess.

"Y'gonna explain yourself?" He starts.

"Me?" Valerie gapes. "I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"That's funny, Val. Cut the bullshit." He waves a nonchalant hand away, his eyes land on her for the first time. Dark, unwavering. She challenges his look with a just as intense, fiery stare.

"You're the one who said we snogged in the potions closet." Her finger juts into his chest, "That's sick, Calum. Why would you make up something so preposterous? Does it fuel your ego, huh? Get you some 'cred' in the halls with the guys?"

"Snogging, huh? That's what people said we did?" He chuckles, lowly, worrying her a little bit. "That's far better than what people said to me."

Her eyes widen, less powerful, but maintains her composure through a tense jaw, "What did you hear?"

"Apparently we did far more than kiss, sweetheart." His tone is sickening, clearly upset with the rumors spreading like wildfire throughout the castle. This school can turn into such a dingy place when students open their mouths and say such insulting things.

Valerie grimaces in disgust, eyes rolling back as the anger residing in her starts to settle at a rather peculiar sight. His hands. And the very prominent redness to his raw knuckles.

"You hit someone, who?" Her gaze flickers to his within seconds of asking, strictness in her tone as she jumps at him for doing for something so juvenile. His brown eyes merely observe the concern in her wary expression.

"Doesn't matter."

"When?" She picks up his hand without thinking, feels him flinch at the contact and retract his hand immediately. Her heart sinks at the look of confusion on his face, she just wanted to check his fingers, they could get infected if he leaves them split open like that.

"After practice." He mumbles, dismissing her from treating any of his cuts. "M'fine, you don't have to-"

"Just let me look, okay?" She holds an upturned palm out, a part of her wants to slap him for being so irresponsible. Another part of her cares about his wellbeing for some unknown reason.

He scans her, like he can read her true motives through her expression, and when he finally deems her as safe, his right hand lands on top of hers.

It's warm to the touch, yet calloused. He even rolls his eyes to show how dumb he thinks this is, he always has to be the ignorant one in every situation.

She brings his hand closer, studies the raw splits in each knuckle, the deep purple and mossy green bruises that creep around the wounds.

"Did you get in trouble?" She whispers, because who knows who's listening right now. The paranoia creeps around the corner at the thought of last nights events repeating.

"No, he swore not to tell after I threatened to knock his teeth out."

And now it's her turn to roll her eyes in disapproval.

"I know a spell, if you want them healed now. That way no one will know." She already slips her wand from the inside of her robe, let's the delicate wood land in her hand and points it his bruised hand.

"Go for it." Is all he mutters.

Her wand strikes down on the back of his hand, "Episkey." Her voice stays diligent, strong as ever. He envies her confidence in spell-casting, but would never admit it.

His hand flushes with heat all of a sudden, then turns cold just as fast. He flexes his hand to test it, splays his fingers out before clenching a fist, there's no pang of pain anymore.

"Thanks." His eyes trail to her hand, still delicately holding his wrist, she hasn't let go yet. Calum can feel her thumb run along his skin. Part of him doesn't want her to let go.

"Don't do this again," She releases her grip, then turns around to find Josie. They have classes to go to and things to discuss. Before she can turn the corner, she pivots to look at Calum. "Beat someone up to defend me, I mean."

The dumbfounded look on his face, the way his eyes widen a little bit but relax soon after. His hands that smooth his robe and run through his curls, that's answer enough. 

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[goldenboywrites]

don’t let the lion sleep

He slouched back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, wishing he was anywhere but here. Well, not anywhere. He knew where he wanted to be. He wanted to be in Isaac’s dorm where Milo was. Lounging around and hanging out with his boyfriend. It was embarrassing that he was jealous of a fucking kitten. But that kitten was with Isaac and Apollo was...here. 

Here was his family’s manor. Maddox manor as cold as ever. It didn’t feel like home to him. It never had been home. Home was with Isaac. His home was warm, filled with plants, a sleeping cat, and soft music playing in the background. And he hated that he was away from it. He hated that he was away from Isaac and forced to sit here with her. 

Her nails tapped on the table and Apollo closed his eyes with a soft sigh. It had been rather different to explain the abruptness of him leaving university to Isaac. So he didn’t. Apollo panicked and just dropped the kitten off while Isaac was at class and then he left the campus. He couldn’t very well explain that his father was requesting him to come home for a few days to discuss wedding plans. Apollo was actually surprised for once that he was included. So far neither family requested his sour presence for this sort of thing. They were planning the whole fucking thing without him. Which was what he preferred honestly.. 

“Do you think you’ll ever be happy with me? That one day you might love me?” 

Apollo was taken back by the question but kept his face neutral. He turned and looked at her. Her hair was brown, long, and straight. Completely different from Isaac’s brown curls. He tried to imagine himself running his fingers through her hair and it didn’t give him the thrill he usually got when he did it to Isaac. Their eyes met. Her pale blue eyes didn’t have the warmth in them as Isaac's hazel ones did. She didn’t look at him with love and maybe that was his fault for never giving her a chance but her gaze didn’t excite him the way Isaac’s did. His gaze shifted down to her hands, small and fragile, and nothing compared to Isaac’s strong grip or his long, thin fingers as they practiced spellwork. It wasn’t fair to compare the two. She would never stand a chance against Isaac. It wasn’t possible. Maybe he could develop a fondness for her but he would never love her. He would never be happy with her. Maybe his mistake all along was not telling her the truth. He had always assumed she knew or guessed but it was completely possible that she truly didn’t know. 

“I’m gay.” 

It felt funny coming out of his mouth and Apollo realized that it was the first time he had ever admitted that outloud. It felt good to say it. To own it. But then he looked at her face and saw her expression. Confusion. Anger. Sadness. And then back to the cold, neutral expression he was used to. Apollo inhaled deeply and watched as she ran her hand over the magic scar on her forearm. He found himself mirroring his actions. A reminder of the unbreakable promise. And it was then that he realized how selfish he had been. Her life was on the line too. It wasn’t just him. He couldn’t love her. He didn’t want to be with her. It was their death sentence. Not just his. 

“I’ve been pretending my whole life.” He finally broke the silence between them and she shook her head slowly. “To be someone I’m not. Someone that my father is proud of. For a while it was worth it. I thought I could bury who I was and be who he wanted me to be.” She was looking down at her lap and he heard a tiny sniffle. “And maybe if things were different I could have continued on with the charade. I think if things had been different I would have been fond of you. Maybe even love you but I would never be fully happy and I could never be in love with you.” 

He inhaled slowly and felt a heaviness in his chest. He didn’t know her that well but he knew that what he was saying was devastating to her. He knew what was coming next and he felt guilty for putting her through this. For so long he made her the enemy in this story. Her and his father. But her life was on the line too. Her future was being decided along with his. They weren’t enemies...they should have been a team. 

“You should know there’s someone. Someone at University that I’m in love with. I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with him until the vow comes for me. I hope you can understand that I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of pretending. I can’t do it anymore.” He reached for her hand and at first she pulled away but then placed her small hand in his. He squeezed it and she looked up at him. “You should find someone who can really love you and give you the life you deserve while you can. Just fuck off and live however you want to while you’ve got the chance.” 

“I don’t care that you’re gay.” Her words were soft and fragile. She glanced up at him and tried to smile. She really was kind and it was in that moment that he wished they had been friends. “I guess I always had a feeling. You were always so angry and upset about the arrangement and now thinking back to our time at Hogwarts you were never with anyone. I just wish it hadn’t come to this. We made an unbreakable vow, Apollo. If you had told me sooner I could have helped you. But I don’t want to die. And if you love someone the way you say you do then I know you don’t want to either. Can’t we just...get married and you can live your life and I can live mine? We put on a show for our parents. There isn’t one option for us. We can work together. You should have trusted me with this a long time ago.” 

His eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair. Apollo was blown away at her response. He had been so wrapped up in his own quiet rebellion that he didn’t ever think she would want to help him or even be willing to. But she was. Maybe...maybe this could work. Maybe there was an alternative route that didn’t result in him dying from breaking the vow.

Maybe…

But…

His gaze fell to his lap and he twisted his fingers nervously. Isaac didn’t know about her, about the vow. They had been together for almost half a year at his point and he had never said anything to him. It was too late now. If he told Isaac about his engagement he would view it as a betrayal. Apollo would lose him and a life without Isaac wasn’t a life he could handle. 

“You haven’t told him?” It came out like a question but he knew it wasn’t. It was all over his face. The guilt of what he had done to himself, to her, but mostly to Isaac. 

Apollo tugged his top lip between his teeth and chewed on it nervously. When he really thought about what he had done he felt like a piece of shit. How could he sleep next to Isaac every fucking night knowing that he was engaged...had been engaged the entire time and never told Isaac? 

“You have to tell him, Apollo!” She leaned over and smacked his arm. “If you love him as much as you say you do, you have to tell him.”

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed out loud. “I know, I know.” He was scared but he didn’t want to admit that. Terrified actually. He didn’t think he could survive without Isaac. Not anymore. 

“I’ll help you. If you promise to trust me. I’ll do what I can if you promise me that you’ll work with me. You’re not alone so stop acting like it. We can get through this alive and we can still have the lives we deserve so stop fighting this war alone. If you want to go back to university go ahead. I’ll cover for you with your parents but for Merlin’s sake tell your fucking boyfriend about this so we’re all on the same page. We’ll have to be if we’re going against both of our parents…”

She was right and he hated that. He felt nauseous and sick at the thought of going back to Isaac and telling him his secret. He didn’t think that his boyfriend would forgive him but he knew it was the right thing to do. 

He stood up and leaned over, kissing her lightly on the top of her head.

“Thank you.” Another set of words that felt funny coming off of his lips.

“I want to meet him. After you tell him and he’s not upset. I’d like to get to know you too. Friends?” Her hand slid in his and he squeezed her fingers.

“Friends.”

He straightened up and walked around his bedroom, collecting the things he needed in order to return to University. When he had his bag in his hand, Apollo walked to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. 

“Apollo?” He turned around in the fireplace and looked at her. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” 

He opened his mouth to thank her but out of the corner of his eye he saw his father standing behind his bedroom door. The door was a few inches opened. His eyes were filled with anger the same anger they were the first time he caught Apollo with a boy in his bed. His heart sped up. Nothing is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you. He couldn’t control his breathing. He heard us. He knows. And just when he thought he was one step ahead, Apollo realized he was actually fifteen steps back. He whispered his location, the word coming out muffled and shaky. He didn’t know what his father would do to her. Maybe if he hadn’t been a coward he would have stayed to help her but he didn’t. 

The green flames engulfed his body and he blinked once and found himself standing in the fireplace of Isaac’s dorm. Pale and shaky, eyes wide with fear. He didn’t say anything. What could he say? He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He stumbled out of the fireplace, gasping for air. He couldn’t focus and he couldn’t stop. His chest felt like it was tightening and he clutched at it. Apollo fell to his knees and he heard Isaac in the background rush to him but he sounded far away and everything started looking fuzzy. His forehead was sweaty and his throat felt thick. Part of him expected his father to follow him through the floo but he knew it was impossible due to the wards he set on both of their dorms when Isaac had been in class. 

How much had he heard? How long had he been standing there? He knew. He knew everything Apollo had said. He knew that she was going to help him. He knew about Isaac. He was going to come for him...for them. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He was going to lose everything because he had trusted someone else to help him. His father always won. When would Apollo finally accept that?

His heart was racing and as much as he tried to calm down he couldn’t. The ice cold fear that gripped his entire body and mind had too much of a hold on him. Isaac was kneeling next to him, trying to calm him but Apollo couldn’t stop. He reached for his bag, just out of his grip. “B-b-b-bag,” He muttered out through heavy puffs of air. Isaac brought the bag within his grip and he fumbled with the zipper before he just ripped it fucking opened. He grabbed around for Cass’ potion. He didn’t care that Isaac could see it. Apollo didn’t stop to think. He remembered Cass’ warning. Only two drops. Maybe three when you build up a tolerance to it. He couldn’t...handle this right now. He couldn’t stop gasping for breath and Apollo wanted it all to stop for awhile. With trembling fingers, he popped the cork off. Half a vial left. He didn’t think, he just took it. It fell from his hand and with a click everything went into slow motion.

Apollo’s breathing turned slow and steady. He couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or not but when he reached up, his fingertips grazed his long lashes and he blinked rapidly before laughing. He rolled onto his back and his eyes found the ceiling. Colors and crystals were growing out of it. The plants were talking to him. Whispering words in another language. Isaac was there at his side. He was grabbing his face and shaking him. Apollo laughed and tried to catch Isaac’s fingers with his mouth. He didn’t feel anything yet he felt everything. And he didn’t care. He was happy. He was happy and free for the time being. What had he been so sad about before? He couldn’t remember. The plants told him not to remember…

He was somewhere where his father couldn’t find him. 

He laughed and laughed and laughed. And hoped he felt his way forever.

[romioneflufffest]

Mark the Start

Title: Mark the Start

Author: @trademarkblue

Prompt(s): Common Room at midnight

Description: Ron and Hermione return to the Common Room for a midnight snack after Prefect rounds, 6th year. This fic was very, very loosely inspired by the song “Dials” by Tommy Reilly in the sense that when I was trying to come up with a title, his lyrics “please say I haven’t taken too long - have I? - to sort my head out, to mark the start of this night… I hope this was the start, that maybe there’s more” popped directly into my head. It was also inspired by two of my RL friends who I have been shipping pretty hard for a while now…

Rating: K+

Warning: light swearing

They were finishing rounds, and his stomach was grumbling insistently. It had been hours and hours since dinner, and he kept thinking about hot chocolate, even though the weather had turned spring-warm, hot enough to roll up his shirt sleeves to the elbows and unbutton his collar. Before thoughts of midnight snacks had entered his mind, he’d been thoroughly focused on the fact that this was the first time in ages they’d spent patrolling together. Especially in comfortable silence. Which this was.

Comfortable.

Except for the pounding of his heart when her hand brushed his and the way he felt too relieved to risk planning a second, more meaningful apology. They weren’t great at those, and silence was easy.

He should have known years ago that they’d reach this point, where one or both of them would resort to hurting each other in a much more personal way that had nothing to do with rats and cats or bloody stupid Christmas dances. But Lavender had led him to a few personal realisations that he wasn’t entirely ready to look directly at, though he occasionally tried, wide awake in his four poster when he’d smile, thinking of Hermione… thinking of her hand on his arm while he’d been recovering from poisoning in the hospital wing.

“One more floor and we can go back,” she said, yawning.

“Think I should go ahead and order a sandwich to be waiting for me in the Common Room?”

She leaned sideways as she walked, shoving her shoulder into his arm as she bit her smiling bottom lip.

“Are you honestly hungry?”

“Why not? We’ve walked the damn castle corner to corner.”

“If you’d rather not have come along-”

“No, didn’t mean that,” he said, much too quickly, missing the fact that she was obviously teasing him until he caught her eyes, amused crinkles at the corners.

“Well,” she moved on, clearing her throat, “the house elves don’t need to be up making you a snack at midnight. But, if you’re really that hungry, we could stop by the kitchens…”

“Seriously?” His stomach grumbled again, as if encouraged by her suggestion.

“Sure. We’re already close to the stairs down to the basement.”

“Brilliant!”

—

A quarter of an hour later, he’d toed off his shoes and collapsed onto the Common Room sofa, holding a plate of treacle sponge pudding in his lap and setting a cup of rich, hot chocolate on the table in front of him. Hermione removed her bag from her shoulder, dropped it to the floor, and sat beside him, which he found mildly surprising, considering the hour. He glanced sideways at her, trying to read her expression from her profile as she reached down to take off her own shoes, obviously planning to stay with him for a while.

“Have you started your essay for Monday?” she asked, as he picked up his fork.

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” he said, as he scooped up a large bite and felt her turn to look at him.

It wasn’t that she was watching him, exactly… but there was a new sort of silence now, alone in the Common Room, and he wished he could know what she was thinking.

“You sure you aren’t hungry?” he asked, recalling that she’d hardly eaten today. It hadn’t been so apparent to him until now, as he sliced the side of his fork through the pudding on his plate again and watched her eyes flick down.

“You go ahead,” she said quietly, but he wasn’t fooled, and he had more than he really needed. Not that it would have made a difference. He’d share either way… maybe wasn’t gonna tell her that, though.

“Here.”

He dropped his full fork to his plate and held the plate out for her to take. She eyed him for a second before accepting. But, rather than set it on her lap, she bent her right leg up onto the sofa and placed the plate on the cushion between them.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help what he did until he’d already done it, like a few of the unfortunately mean things he’d said to her over the past few weeks… or the way his gaze jumped down, just now, to skip across the suddenly exposed skin of her thigh, between the point where her knee socks ended and her skirt had ridden up her leg from her new position.

But then she lifted his fork to her mouth, closing her lips around it to clean it as she slid it back out. He almost choked as he tried to swallow at the wrong moment. Surely she’d shared food with him before, hadn’t she? But he honestly couldn’t recall. And, if she had, it had certainly not been like this.

She held out his fork to him, and he hoped he wasn’t totally imagining the way her hand was lightly shaking as he reached to take it, his fingers touching hers.

“Thank you,” she said, and he looked down to take another bite as he hummed a dismissive response, a good cover for his ears warming up as she watched him.

As he put the fork in his mouth again, he accidentally made very brief eye contact with her and was immediately, irrationally confident that she knew exactly what he was thinking…

Blatantly sharing a fork was the closest he’d ever been to snogging her.

“You were right. I guess I am hungry,” she said. “Mind if I have just a bit more?”

“Have as much as you want.” He lifted his left arm to extend down the back of the sofa, hand resting far too close to her shoulder. Or not close enough?

He cleared his throat as she took another bite and closed her eyes.

“Thought you didn’t like sweets very much.”

“Still don’t,” she confirmed, opening her eyes again and handing back his fork. It seemed they had set off on a pattern of taking alternate bites. “But I don’t know. This is really good right now.”

He could agree wholeheartedly with that, though he was flip-flopping back to being sure she didn’t know it was mostly because he felt entirely relieved and entirely overwhelmed, both at the same time, both absolutely bloody perfect.

He’d missed her far more than he cared to admit.

“Y’know what?” he asked around a mouthful of sponge. She shook her head, the tiniest smile emerging. “S’might be th’best pudding they’ve done.”

“Be sure to tell the house elves that,” she smiled wider.

“Next time we visit, I’ll bring a few extra socks.”

He handed her the fork again, and, this time, when she took it, most of her hand overlapped his for a moment, and he was positive his heart skipped a beat.

“Hermione?” he started, watching her carefully, not even fully sure what he was going to say next, but she was sliding the fork between her lips again, and her eyes met his.

“Hm?” She lowered the clean fork to the plate, waiting.

“Thanks for visiting me, in the hospital wing.”

Her eyes briefly widened before returning to normal and darting down to the cushion between them, clearly just for something else to look at.

“Oh, I-”

“I know I sort of said that to you before, but…” He could do this, he reckoned. It was nothing, between friends. Maybe he didn’t yet know how to say everything he felt, but he could do this. “It meant a lot, is all.”

Her eyes shifted back up to find his once more, slightly wider than normal, again, but no longer full of shock. This was something else, like a certain dash of disbelief was mingling with hopeful acceptance.

“I’d always have come, you know,” she said, so quietly. And though he knew she had meant to say more, from her light intake of breath and darting gaze, she didn’t quite make it, and he understood. And this was more than enough. “Your hot chocolate’s getting cold.”

He stared at her for a moment longer before scratching his cheek and tugging the corner of his mouth up into a lopsided smile. She shyly returned it, briefly retracting her bottom lip between her teeth. As he removed his arm from the back of the sofa to turn forward and reach for his cup, she stole another bite of his food and sighed.

“You can finish that, if you want,” he said, tilting his head toward the last sliver of pudding, which she gladly ate before moving the plate to table and scooting closer to him, both feet back on the floor. The side of her leg pressed against his, and he shut his eyes for a short moment. When he opened them again, he took a long sip of his drink, realising he’d been generous, even by his own standards, in how much chocolate he had added.

“Is it good?” she asked, in a sleepy, scratchy voice that made the the hairs on his forearms stand on end. She was staring at his cup, and her hair was frizzing so close to his face that he could feel a few strands tickling his jaw as she sniffed.

“Yeah, try it.”

He moved the cup toward her, and she reached to take it from him, basically holding his hand for a second in the process. He watched her lips curl around the cup rim and she took a sip. Her eyes widened as she glanced sideways at him.

“Wow. You must’ve used all the chocolate in Hogwarts to make this.”

He grinned at her as she took another drink.

For the next few minutes, they passed the cup back and forth in silence, mesmerised by the low-glowing embers of the dying Common Room fire. Warmth radiated from her body, against his side, and he felt too many things at once to name, focused mainly on the nervous anticipation of being alone, together, in the quiet night… of sharing a cup, lips against the same edges. It was immediately the most intimate thing he thought he’d ever done, which was absurd, of course, given his recent mistakes… snogging someone else for weeks. He wanted to ask why she had forgiven him, those short two weeks ago, on his birthday, in the infirmary, waking from swirling nightmares with an aching stomach, but willing to take anything at all in exchange for her sitting there by his side…

And yet, maybe more importantly, in that moment, he wanted to ask why she had stayed here, tonight. Even when they’d been on good terms before, she’d gone to bed after their rounds, especially when they’d come back this late. But she didn’t seem to have any desire to leave, and he would stay right here for as long as she didn’t move. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were making up for lost time, almost unwilling to part ways at all. And it hit him that he’d more than gladly accept her presence, always. It would mean a lot, he figured, when he had time to think it through, alone in his four poster, wishing she was there.

The next time she handed his almost empty cup back, she moved the tiniest, almost imperceptible amount closer to him, and he felt immediately compelled to do the same, which must have broken some layer of reserve, because her head was suddenly tilting down to his shoulder, and he sat in breath-holding shock, a feeling of fuzzy contentment spreading through his limbs that had nothing to do with the hour or the chocolate.

Her hair was bunched up against the side of his neck, and her hand had slid a bit off her own thigh until two of her fingers were overlapping his leg.

This was one of those bloody important moments, when his heart beating wildly behind his ribs was his first indication that he might do something more… something he thought she might just want him to do.

He could reach to the side table, over the right arm of the sofa, so he placed his cup there, hoping she couldn’t feel his heartbeat through his damn shoulder…

And then… it may have been subtle, at first, but he rested his left hand on his leg, so close to hers that he could touch her little finger if he moved his own merely half an inch. He felt her sigh again, slow and deep, and because he couldn’t see her face anymore, he wondered if her eyes were closed, if she could see at all what he had done, what had taken all the bravery he had to initiate, even though he had only made it halfway there. But, before he noticed what she was doing, he felt her sock covered foot hook behind his ankle, and his bravery returned in full force. He moved his hand to overlap her last two fingers with his own, shoving away any more second guessing.

It wasn’t quite holding hands, but it was bloody close enough. She moved her fingers further underneath his, he gently curled his knuckles around hers to hold on, and he thought he felt a little shiver run through her before the faint crackling of an almost nonexistent fire filled the room, the only sound that remained, aside from their slow, contented breathing.

—

His eyes cracked open, in the dark, and he registered a crick in his neck and a weight on his upper arm at exactly the same time.

Hermione.

He’d fallen asleep in the Common Room with Hermione, and she was now fully holding his hand, palms together.

He could have cried with happiness, but he stared in disbelief, instead.

Much too soon, he felt her lightly flinch next to him, and he wondered what he could have possibly done to wake her, but he also knew that it was too late. She sucked in a sharp breath, and, though he couldn’t see her face, he somehow knew the moment her eyes popped open.

“Oh! Sorry!” Her head jumped up off his shoulder, cheeks tinged a blotchy pink, and she quickly withdrew her warm hand from his.

“It’s fine!” He winced at how unreserved his voice sounded, clearing his throat.

“What time is it? I didn’t mean to… well…”

He thought she may have cut off her own sentence due to the suspicion that it wouldn’t have been the truth to say she had been completely out of control of falling asleep down here, with him… They’d made very little effort to leave, closing their eyes instead…

“Right,” he said, clearing his scratchy, sleepy throat. “I guess we should-”

“-go up to bed, yes.”

She scooted away from him and stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder and collecting her shoes in one hand by the buckles. He stuffed his feet into his trainers and noted, with only a mild blush, that his plate and cup were gone. Opting, of course, not to mention this fact to Hermione, he yawned and stood next to her, following her to their opposite staircases. But he felt a nagging insistence that he should have more to say. That this wasn’t enough. He turned to look back at her, delighted to see that she had done the same.

“I'll… see you at breakfast?” she asked in a small voice, finally meeting his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, unable to hide the smile that bubbled up as he stared across at her with heavy-lidded eyes, filled with nearly lightheaded warmth at the sight of the extra ruffled right side of her hair, from where she’d been sleeping against him, also noting that her left sock had slid down off her knee to mid-calf.

Could he honestly think the word ‘love,’ right now, and not combust from embarrassment? Apparently so, which he would find staggering later, looking back. He could both think it… and go on staring at her, until that undefinable moment where it turned from close friendship to everything else, and she didn’t break away.

“Goodnight, Ron,” she whispered, and her eyes never left his as she spoke.

“‘Night,” he said back, because one syllable was stretching the limits of all he had left, all he could do with his cracking, unsteady voice.

She nodded, a gentle smile in place as she turned away at last. And he did the same, only as she began to ascend the stairs to her room, only once his image of her walking away from him tonight firmly replaced all the others he had before, the ones that had hurt, the ones he had caused. Tonight, they were gone. He had this new, brilliantly perfect one, right now, instead.

[lovelylunarwriting]

Hufflepuff!Joshua x Slytherin!Reader

For the sake of this story, the season is winter. If it’s not winter wherever you are currently, use your imagination.

Finally getting a break after suffering through a vigorous transfiguration lesson the previous day, you are currently roaming around Hogsmeade. The weather is light snowing, icy flakes kissing the exposed skin of your face, the rest of you bundled up warm in layers of sweaters and coats. Stopping in shops, people-watching, and buying a few cauldron cakes from Honeydukes- it was safe to say you're enjoying yourself.

That was until you see a puff of grey and black fur in the distance, and the seven foot tall bear, menacingly looming right behind it.

You thought to yourself for a few seconds, “Is the small animal in danger?” and “is this really my problem, though?”.

“To hell with it”, you muttered to yourself as you broke into a sprint, straight for the quivering, greyish puff, and the massive bear that seemed to grow larger and larger to closer you got to it.

The bear was only a few feet away from the small animal when you got close enough to cast a spell.

“Avis!”, you shouted with authority in your voice, your wand aimed directly for the bear.

Your voice and your wand pointing at the bear caused the bear to cast it’s attention to you instead of the defenseless animal between you two, but this didn’t last long. Birds flocked from the forest, took note of the direction of your wand, and swooped in, taking turns pecking at the bear furiously.

The bear was successfully distracted, roaring and swinging it’s alarmingly large arms at the birds.

You took this as your opportunity, making a break for the dark, shaking ball of fur, and scooping it up in your arms. Taking a moment to glance up at the bear, only a couple of steps in front of you, you look up to see what appears to be hundreds of more birds flying your way. Maybe your spell was a little too successful.

This was a sign for you to make a break for it, running all the way from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts, darting through halls and plowing down staircases, until you arrived at the Slytherin commons.

Taking a moment to breathe after all that physical exertion, you dropped your eyes to the little grey & black ball of fluff cradled in your arms. Upon further inspection, you realize that this creature is either a dog or a wolf, and you’re not sure which one. It looks like a mix of both.

Suddenly, Chan and his two mothers, Jun & Minghao, walk in to the commons room, not paying much attention to you. That is until Minghao does a double take in your direction and shouts loud enough for the whole school to hear.

Minghao: “IS THAT A DOG???”

You now have the attention of all three boys, who hurriedly shuffle over to you and start cooing over the soft pup in your embrace.

Chan: “It’s so cute!”

Jun: “Hey, I’m more cute”

Minghao: “Y/N, if you don’t let me hold it I might actually cry”

You: “I know it’s very cute but I want to make sure it’s okay first. When I found it, a bear was about to attack it”

Chan: “A bear?? In winter? Shouldn’t it be hibernating?”

You: “I don’t know, it didn’t seem like a normal bear. It was malicious even when unprovoked”

Jun: “It could have rabies or something”

You: “Yeah, I guess it could have”

Minghao: “And you did what? Went barreling towards it? By yourself, too! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?!”

You: “If I let you hold the dog, will you stop nagging me like you do Chan?”

Minghao: “Oh my god yes, please give me him”

“It’s actually a girl dog”, you corrected him as you carefully passed him the little ball of floof.

After about a minute of straight cooing at the dog, you were about to demand her back, still being worried about her condition, when Minghao placed the dog back in your arms, looking somewhat irritated.

You: “Why are you so pissed off?”

Minghao: “I’m not pissed off, I’ve been pissed on. I’m going to go take a shower…”

Stifling your laughs for until he left the room, you, Jun, and Chan, burst out into hysterics as soon as Minghao closed the door behind him.

Jun: “He was so excited about the dog, too!”

Chan: “Apparently the dog was a little too excited about him”

As Minghao went into one of the communal bathrooms with showers, he heard soft, mid-range singing.

Minghao: “Joshua, is that you?���

Joshua: “Yeah, why?”, he said, stepping out of one of the showers with a towel around his waist. He looked at Minghao’s mysteriously wet shirt, and asked what happened.

Minghao: “Y/N found a dog, and it peed on me. I’m gonna go wash it off”

Joshua: “Y/N found a dog?! Can I go see it?”

Minghao: “Yeah, knock yourself out. They’re in the Slytherin commons, so make your way to the dungeons”

And that’s exactly what Joshua did. After getting dressed, of course, because showing up to the Slytherin commons half naked is an A+ way to guarantee getting yourself hexed by their Prefect, Jihoon. As a prefect himself, Joshua was not about to take that risk.

He hurried down to the Slytherin commons and knocked on the door, only to be greeted by the door swinging open in one fluid motion, and Jun’s broad figure leaning against the door frame.

Jun: “I normally wouldn’t let a Hufflepuff in the Slytherin commons, but since it’s you Joshua, it’s fine. Come on in”, he said in a hushed tone.

Joshua: “Why are you speaking so quie-”

Joshua felt a hand slapped against his mouth and took it as a not-so-subtle hint to stop talking.

Chan: “You can’t talk too loud, or you’ll wake them up!”

Joshua: “Wake who up?”

Chan points to the fireplace, where you and the puppy are curled up in a couple of blankets, completely asleep.

Chan: “When they rescued the dog from that bear, the dog apparently had been in the snow for a while, freezing cold to the touch. They wanted to make sure the puppy warmed up, but they’re so tired they fell asleep. But aren’t they cute napping together like that?”

Joshua is dumbstruck by the overload of info Chan just dumped on him, but all he can think of is how yes, you do look absolutely flawless relaxed in front of the fireplace like that. So entranced by the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breath, and how your eyelashes flutter ever so slightly, resting gently against your cheeks, Joshua doesn’t even notice Chan trying to talk to him.

Chan: “Joshua?? You there?”, he says, waving a hand in front of Joshua’s face, tearing his attention from you to Chan.

Joshua: “Did you say she rescued the dog?”

Chan then went on to repeat himself relay what you had told the Slytherin boys about your encounter with the bear and dog. Half way through, Joshua had to plop himself down in one of the cushy arm chairs, from pure shock. He had a few classes with you before, but never really had the opportunity to really get to know you outside of the classroom. Being shown how strong in character you are, he’s beginning to regret not taking the initiative to become someone you would care about.

Just as this thought is running through his head, you stir from your brief slumber, immediately sleepily searching for the dog, and letting out a breath of relief when you spot her snuggled up in your lap, safe and sound.

Still somewhat out of it from just waking up, it would be an understatement to say that the last thing you expected to see was Joshua Hong kneeling in front of you with the most heartwarming expression on his face.

You also didn’t expect him to talk to you so suddenly, so you didn’t exactly catch whatever he said.

You: “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Joshua: “I was just wondering if I could hold her?”

You: “Oh! Of course!”, you agree, picking up the now awake and very excited puppy, and handing her to Joshua, trying not to look too obviously flustered when your hands brush his.

“Of course Joshua Hong would come all the way to the Slytherin commons to see a dog, he’s the softest guy in the woRLD”, your internal monologue rambles on to itself, making sense of the amiable boy in front of you, looking adoringly at the puppy, while you look adoringly at him.

While his attention is on the dog, you scan the room to try and find your Slytherin companions, but they most likely lost interest and left, Chan going to practice quidditch, and Jun going to do… whatever it is that he does. You still weren’t really sure.

You had just thought you were getting over your crush on Joshua Hong, when here he shows up, out of the blue, here to make you catch feelings again. At first you find yourself a little irritated at the sudden intrusion into your heart again, the first time being when you had classes with him before, but one look at him with that damn puppy and you know you’re hooked again. You might as well just let it happen.

Joshua: “Have you named her yet?”

You: “No, I haven’t. What name do you think suits her?”

Joshua: “Me? Uh, well…”, he says, and looks at the dog with a charming amount of unnecessary concentration, before he comes to a conclusion.

You: “It’s okay if you don’t know any-”

Joshua: “Toast”

You: “... toast?”

Joshua: “I mean… her fur looks like what you get when you burn toast. So I like the name ‘Toast’. But I mean if that’s okay with you, it could be totally stupid and-”

Picking up the puppy out of Joshua’s arms, and lifting her up in the air Lion King style, you begin your dramatic speech.

You: “And from this day forward, people shall cower in the wake of the mighty beast that’s name rings loud and clear- TOAST!”

When you finish, there’s an awkward silence for a beat, before Joshua practically falls over, cackling.

Joshua: “See!! Toast is perfect! Toast the Great!”

You: “There’s just one problem, though. Hogwarts doesn’t allow dogs as acceptable pets. It’s only cats, rats, owls, or toads”

Joshua: “We could keep her a secret?”

You: “But that’s not fair to the other students who might want dogs as pets. What if we rallied together the student body and got everyone to sign a petition to have Hogwarts permit dogs as pets? Then we’d get to keep Toast and other students could have dogs, too”

Joshua: “That’s actually a really good plan! How do you want me to help?”

You: “Well honestly if you go around with the petition, not a damn person wouldn’t sign it, seeing as everyone loves you”, you quickly retort, only to glance up at Joshua, whose cheeks have shifted to a light pink color, as he blinks at you in surprise.

Joshua: “I- Um… thank you. That means a lot coming from you. I’ll get right on drafting the petition!”, he says as he makes a break for the door, only to jog back, pat Toast on the head, and then sprint out of the room.

He runs out and you’re just standing there, c o n f u s e d, holding this dog like “I. Fucked. Up”

When Toast reaches up and licks your cheek and you’re like “You know what. It’s fine. I don’t need that beautiful, caring boy. I only need twenty seven dogs”, and on that note, you go up to your dorms, make a lil doggo bed out of blankets and pillows, plop Toast into the pile of bedding, and then crawl into your own bed. You fall asleep wanting to Die of Embarrassment™, but also feeling strangely motivated on your mission to allow dogs as pets. It definitely had everything to do with cute dogs, and not one particular cute Hufflepuff boy.

The next morning, you sit down at the Slytherin table at your usual spot between Jun and Minghao, which Chan liked to cleverly call the “China Line Sandwich” he’s the only one other than Wonwoo that found this funny at all

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see a sheepish looking Joshua, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, and the other clutching a mostly blank paper.

Joshua: “I’m sorry for running out like that yesterday, but here, I finished the draft our petition!”, he apologizes, handing you the scroll. After looking through it, you’re amazed by the amount of detail and hard work he put into this.

You: “Joshua, this is flawless. We could start passing this around today!”

Your excitement is short lived, however, as the petition is snatched out of your hands by the one, the only, Choi Seungcheol.

Seungcheol: “Y/N, what kind of tricks are you up t- WAIT IS THIS ABOUT DOGS”, he shouts after skimming to parchment he abruptly acquired.

Joshua: “It’s a petition for Hogwarts to permit dogs as pets”

Seungcheol: “Oh my god, can I sign it? Wait I don’t have a pen or anything… HEY MINGYU!”, he yells across the room to the Gryffindor table, where you see Mingyu get startled and choke on whatever he was eating. After his coughing fit, Mingyu takes a sip of water and calls back to Seungcheol.

Mingyu: “wHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Seungcheol: “DO YOU HAVE A PEN?”

Mingyu: “YEAH, HERE”, he says, and chucks a pen across the dining hall, only to completely miss and whack an unsuspecting Jeonghan in the face, who jumped back so hard he fell out of his seat.

Seungcheol: “Oops, sorry babe”, he mumbles his apologies to Jeonghan, patting him on the head, and walking away with the pen.

Jeonghan: “You couldn’t helped me up or anything?”

Seungcheol: “DOGS ARE ON THE LINE, HUN, I’M NOT MESSING AROUND”

After Seungcheol accidentally makes this giant scene about signing your petition, other people’s interests are sparked and more and more people from all houses come to sign it. By the time you leave breakfast, you already have seventy-three signatures.

You: “Woah, I can’t believe people are this willing to help…”

Joshua: “I believe it. Who would say no to puppies? Also why don’t you take the petition to your classes to see if we can get more signatures. If we keep it up at this rate, we’ll have enough to bring to the headmaster by the end of the day!”

You:  “Here, I think you should bring the petition with you. We’ll get double the signatures if you’re the one asking people to sign”

Joshua: “??? And why is that?”

You: “I mean, collectively as a student body, no one wants to see Joshua Hong upset. It heartbreaking, really. You’re a really likable person, I can’t think of a single person who would say no to you”

Joshua: “Wonwoo. Wonwoo would say no to me. Something along the lines of ‘all those dogs will just scare away my cat’, as if his cat doesn’t already run from him in the first place”

You: “Yeah, yeah, but you know I’m right. Just take the petition, I’m sure you’ll do great”, you decide, handing Joshua the parchment and Mingyu’s pen that neither of you were inclined to give back

You went through the rest of your day as normal, except for telling people that if they run into Joshua, they should sign the petition. It wasn’t until your third class of the day, History of Magic, that someone called you out.

Minghao: “You’ve been telling everyone about Joshua for the past hour, what’s your deal with him?”

You: “Oh, well we started a petition together which hopefully will allow-”

Minghao: “You started a petition together? Together? You could’ve just said you started a petition, but you thought it was important to associate you two together? Maybe ‘together’ is what you really want, Y/N…”

You: “No, wait... I just, I didn’t mean it like-”

Minghao: “I’m personally supportive of this relationship. We could use a little positive energy around the Slytherin kids. And you can never have too many Slytherin & Hufflepuff couples”

Understanding that Minghao is not about to let this go any time soon, you decide to just admit to him your feelings for Joshua, and hope Minghao wouldn’t do anything too invasive to “help” escalate your relationship with Joshua.

Minghao: “I'm not gonna do anything about it, but I've seen you practically trip over yourself just to glance at him in the halls. You're not subtle at all”

You: “Oh shut up, at least I'm capable of feelings, unlike some of us”

Minghao: “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Y/N? Y/N!”, he calls out for you as you weave your way out of the class, the Professor having just dismissed everyone.

To your surprise, as soon as you turn the corner, you see Joshua just standing there. He gets up on his tiptoes and looks over the mess of students pouring out of the classroom, until he sees you. And oh boy, when he sees you, his face lights up, his entire posture perks up, and he looks so happy. You freeze, your heart beating alarmingly faster and harder than you'd like to admit.

He makes his way through the crowd over to you, and shoves two scrolls into your hands- one being the petition from this morning, full of signatures, and the other being a significantly longer scroll, almost as tall as you, also completely full of signatures.

Joshua: “I guess people really like dogs, huh?”, he says, trying to suppress all his overflowing excitement.

You: “Joshua this is amazing! You’re the only one that could've managed this, thank you!”, you thank him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight for a brief moment, before letting go and marching down the hall, leaving a flustered Joshua in your wake.

Joshua: “I… ah, um…”

You: “Come on, Joshua! We have to present this to the headmaster. For Toast!”, you say, stopping your brisk walk to turn around to face him. He looked like he was in deep thought, and you weren't sure why. It was like he didn't even hear you.

You slowly make your way back over to where you came from, and stop only when you're directly in front of him.

You: “Are you okay?”, you ask cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then kinda wishing you didn't, because oh my god you can feel his muscles through his frEAkING shiRT

His eyes drop down to meet yours, the alarm apparent in his expression, before muttering something about ‘being fine’ and ‘not wanting to get into it right now’, to which your subconscious was like “alright bro, but like- the petition. Toast needs us”. Before you could say any of that out loud though, Joshua places his hand over your hand that's been hovering on his shoulder, brings them down to his side, and laces his fingers with yours.

Joshua: “C'mon, the headmaster’s office is this way”, he says, leading you in that direction, and acting like this a normal fucking thing and you know this is nOT noRMAL for you two at all because your heart is beating out of your chest, and for once in your life, you have no idea what the heck to say.

The walk to the headmaster's office was silent, but a comfortable silence. That's one of the things you appreciate about Joshua- how he has the ability to make the people around him comfortable without even trying.

He lets go of your hand to knock on the intimidatingly large, oak door, only to place his hand on the small of your back comfortingly, leading you inside when the door slowly creaks open.

After you pitch your idea to the headmaster and provide a solid argument along with the hundreds of signatures on hour petitions, the headmaster HAS to agree. And that's exactly what happened.  

You and Joshua walk out of the headmaster’s office, trying to remain professional until out of sight of the headmaster. Then the two of you explode into a fit of happy giggles.

You: “Did you see how far his eyebrows raised when I started talking about dogs?”

Joshua: “I thought they were gonna fly away, oh my gosh”

You: “But really, I didn’t know you liked dogs enough to go through all this work”

Joshua: “I don’t like dogs enough to do this, I like you more than enough, though”

You: “...hUH?!?”

Joshua: “oH wOW that just kind of slipped out, um you can pretend I never said that, I mean I don’t want to make it awkw-”

He was interrupted by you crashing your lips onto his. At first he didn’t respond at all, but after a moment his hands found their way to your hips as he melted into the kiss.

You pulled away, making eye contact with him, and smiling so hard your cheeks started cramping.

Joshua: “Does this mean, you’d maybe want to date me?”

You: “I mean, if Toast likes you, who am I to say no”

Joshua: “Wait shouldn’t we check on Toast, it’s been like five hours and what if she’s not okAY, don’t we need to let her outside to use the bathroom???”

You: “oh hell, you’re right. Let’s go!”

The two of you dashed to the Slytherin commons, hoping that she hadn’t had an accident on anything important. What you were met with, you were both surprised and unsurprised.

Minghao was in a rocking chair by the fireplace, drinking a glass of water, with Toast curled up in a ball on his lap.

Minghao: “Can I be her godfather? Pretty please?”

You: “Uhh I mean are you okay with that?”, you asked Joshua.

Joshua: “I don’t see how that’d be a problem. Since we’re dating, I’d probably be Toast’s dad anyway”

Minghao: “YOU WHAT”, he yelled, surging forward and spitting out the sip of water he’d taken right before Joshua mentioned the word ‘dating’.

Meanwhile, Toast came bounding up to the two of you, hopping up to get your attention. You both kneel down to pet her, showering her with love.

Minghao: “Are you two going to just ignore me”

Joshua: “Toast is more important, sorry”

Minghao: “What kind of a dumb name is ‘Toast’, anyway?”

You: “A NAME THAT MY BEAUTIFUL BOYFRIEND MADE UP, NOW DO YOU WANNA BE THE GODFATHER OR NOT”

Minghao: “...yes please”

A couple of days later, the headmaster announced that dogs were to be allowed as pets at Hogwarts. From then on, you saw more and more of your peers with cute puppies, walking around the courtyard and halls.

In the end, you were happy that you made the split second decision to save that dog, because if you hadn’t, you might’ve missed the opportunity to become someone special to one of the sweetest boys you know.

Also you got a puPPY like heLL yES.