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skyzerkarma · 7 months ago
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Tutor [ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴠɪᴇꜱ x ꜰ!ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ!ᴍᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]
Requested by: @foggytrashwonderland-blog
Word count: 3k
As you scramble to try and complete an assignment at the very last possible moment, you’re saving grace comes in the form of your longtime crush.
(a/n): I’ve never written for Chester before, nor was I able to find decent source material for his personality online, so he may be incredibly ooc. And also don’t pay too much mind to the mention of pens, I wrote this late last night and just didn’t feel like changing it despite the inaccuracy.
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You stared at the blank piece of paper in front of you with nothing but contempt. The pen in your hand continuously being clicked as your mind scrambled to find the perfect words to begin this potion assignment. You hadn’t had much time as of late for schoolwork, mainly due to the various unauthorized activities you indulged in when you had even a single spare moment of time.
Those cursed vaults were really going to be the death of you. And if they weren’t, Snape surely would be. Especially if you didn’t send in a decent assignment for him to grade. It would suspended his thirst for your blood for a class, and you would take what you could get when it came to him. He really had no qualms about showing how he despised you, if your horrible grades and numerous scoldings were anything to say about that. He’d even sent you back to your dorm with a note for McGonagall one time (Which you’d discarded and then got promptly reprimanded for the next morning).
It’s a shame that the vaults couldn’t be used as an excuse for your many late and crappy assignments that had been thrown together the last moment you realized that they had to be turned in because you were breaking even more severe rules by seeking them out. You had to thank Rowan for the countless reminders he gave you when it came to important projects, otherwise you wouldn’t have a single spare moment to search for the vaults amongst all of the detention you would get. Which seemed to be their go-to way to punish you for your horrid work, having you sit there and fix it until it was near perfection.
And since you knew Snape was just itching to send you there, because you’d bothered him so much with your insistence for a different punishment last time due to a preplanned meetup you had scheduled, you were not taking any chances of this assignment coming out inadequate for his extraordinarily high standards.
But it seems like your brain is fighting to make sure you do have detention for the entire week, because it can’t seem to come up with a single sentence to put down on the blank sheet of paper in front of you. Even as you continuously scan through the source material laying flat out on its spine right beside it. It’s like all the words on the page aren’t being registered within your mind, the knowledge going in and out faster than you can blink. The fact that it’s seven and the only semblance of sleep you got was a quick power nap in between charms and dinner was not helping by any means either.
Honestly the only thing it’s doing is making you further contemplate simply forgetting about the assignment and taking whatever punishment you’d get for ‘forgetting’ to do your work. Because you’re completely exhausted after staying up all night, doing a similar thing to now- having your nose buried in a book- but you also really do not want a single setback in whatever step you all are going to take next. And any sort of punishment would be one. But you being completely wiped out because you keep deciding not to sleep is as well. Though the latter is entirely your fault, as will be the former if you don’t just put a few words on the paper sitting in front of you. Sitting there as if it’s taunting you, without a single outline of a word forged on top of it. A clean, blank slate for whatever thoughts are soon to come to your head.
”You look like death,” The voice of a new person draws you out of your thoughts and has your gaze traveling upward to meet the face of the perturber of your solitude, only to see none other than Chester Davies staring down at you.
As if this couldn’t possibly get worse, your little hallway crush, who you’d gushed to Rowan about a multitude of times, was standing right across from you, looking down at the empty piece of paper sitting untouched in front of you. He also clearly took note of how weary you must look. The fact that the only action you’d been accomplishing for the past ten minutes was clicking the pen in your hand certainly did little to help the horrible appearance you were putting up.
Nonetheless, you plaster a smile onto your face and place the pen down so you can give him your full attention, for whatever it is he needs from you. The two of you aren’t particularly close, but you’ve had a fair few interactions, so it isn’t a stretch for him to come to you if he needs something, “Thanks. What have I done to owe the pleasure of entertaining you as company? Don’t tell me one of my friends ratted me out and you’re here to reprimand me.”
“That wasn’t originally what I was here for, but I’ll admit that I’m now intrigued.” His eyebrows raise slightly at your statement, as his hand goes to pull out the chair directly across from you, which causes your eyebrows to mimic his. There’s also an undeniable curiosity lacing his tone, a signature trait of his dear house, and reflecting in his eyes as to what could have prompted that declaration from you, “Though I’ll admit it is because of one of your friends.”
”I take it that’s also the reason you’re joining me? Or did my sparkling personality draw you over here?” You say, brushing off his question about your previous statement without a single moment of hesitation. You have compete confidence that he’d snitch about your after school activities if he learned, though that was just who he was, and you wouldn’t fault him for it. You can’t say for certain you wouldn’t be concerned learning your classmate was trying to open deadly vaults, had you yourself not had good motivation for doing so.
“The former. Not that I don’t like your personality or anything,” He’s quick to defend himself as you quirk a brow, though you wouldn’t have taken offense to the statement regardless. You decide to spare him from commenting about the slight dusting of red on his ears and nose, since it could be directly related to embarrassment or shame. Even if the thought of it being due to you flustering him made your heart beat a bit too fast, “Rowan told me you were struggling to keep up and asked if I could help tutor you.”
You bite down on your lip so that you don’t let out the groan you desperately desire to. Of course he’d do that. As much as you dearly love Rowan, you didn’t think he’d go out and ask your crush to help you with the assignment you’d been struggling on. Sure, you may have told him to set you up once or twice before, but this was not what you expected when you had those conversations. Though, you doubt Rowan was seriously thinking about that while expressing his concerns to Chester.
”Well, the only thing I’m really struggling with is potions, and herbology somewhat,” You take a glance back down towards the paper laying out in front of you, your eye twitching as you try once again to retain any of the information you’d read through just a moment prior to prove that you do not need him to sit here and walk you through it, but nothing pops up, “And this paper is due tomorrow.”
His eyes run along the binding of the book sprawled out beside you, before his arm stretches out to pick it up and examine the contents after doing a quick once over of the cover. His finger taps absentmindedly along the back as his gaze runs along the page you’d been trying desperately to cram your mind with the knowledge of, “I see. So you’re working on antidotes right now? That’s a pretty simple topic, so this shouldn’t take too long. What exactly does the paper have to cover?”
You decide to brush past that little unintentional jab on his part, since you really don’t have the energy to argue right now, and instead explain the specifics of the assignment you’d been given, “It’s supposed to talk about the different types of healing potions and how their effects differ. A comparison between them.”
He nods, but you can see the clear cut confusion as to how you haven’t already made leeway on this in his eyes. But it’s not your fault he’s several years ahead of you and has therefore covered all of this and more, “I can help with that. At least the outline, you’ll have to write it yourself. I’ll also proofread it if you’d like. That way I can make sure there’s no glaringly obvious mistakes with your facts or presentation.”
You agree without the slightest bit of resistance because, at this point, you’ll take it. As long as it helps you finish it faster, even though you are reluctant to be leaning on someone else to help finish your schoolwork with you. You can do so much for yourself with the vaults and all your wand working classes, but this just happens to be the thing you fall behind with. Not that having the most biased teacher ever helps, especially when he specifically hates your guts.
You’ll admit that he’s good at this though, and the information is much easier for your sleep deprived brain to process when he spells it out in a simple, clear cut way for you. He ends up moving his chair over to sit it beside you too so he can look over your shoulder and examine the work you’re doing, as well as give his own input without taking away from your original idea. It’s really no surprise he became a Prefect.
But he’s also just as easily a distraction to you, since every time his shoulder brushes yours, or his fingers graze your knuckles, you immediately begin to feel your face and neck heat up. The contact, though completely platonic, promotes a foreign feeling to bubble inside your chest. One that spreads warmth through your body even more than those quick glances across the hall, that last for a mere millisecond. You doubt he thinks half as much of them as you do though, even when his ears erupt into a violent shade of crimson at those simple touches, mirroring the feeling within you.
You shove those feelings down as you attempt to focus more on the work, so you can leave this terribly awkward situation. As neither of you had been very good at keeping a conversation going amongst the actual teaching aspect of this meetup, and your feelings are just making the whole thing more worse on your end. He’s much older than you anyway, so you’re sure the only sort of feeling he could have for you is strictly friendly, maybe even brotherly. It’s simply out of the question for him to reciprocate your feelings. Your suspicions, you’re confident, are nothing more than false delusion.
As the times goes by you begin to let go of your thoughts and actual focus on the work in front of you, especially now that someone is waiting for you to finish writing this paper rather than it just being you surrounded by bookshelves and a few passing students. You can’t take your sweet time when someone, who likely has other better, schedule, things to do, is awaiting the finished product. Especially not when you also want to impress them.
And once you do hand it to him, he gives a quick scan along with a few simple critiques for your future works, but otherwise gives you the green light to turn it in. Which you’re simply ecstatic about, since it means you shouldn’t be getting detention- assuming you don’t pull any crazy stunts tomorrow- and that you can finally go back to your dorm and sleep. You even contemplate sleeping through charms, since you’re doing extremely well in the class without a high attendance rate already. But you know it won’t fix your sleeping problems.
“I’ll accompany you back to your common room.” The statement startles you, and you turn to look at Chester, who has his satchel slung overtop his shoulder, positioned right beside his opposing hip. You‘re still shoving the book into yours, as well as trying to make room for the paper so it doesn’t get lost in the mess you refer to as your bag.
You shake your head without even thinking about it, as if it was instinct of your bodies rather than your mind. And only after do you realize you have to give an excuse to pair with the action, since otherwise it just looks rude and dismissive. But you also aren’t going to outright say it’s because you’re totally crushing on him and spending more time with him will not be good for you, nor the friends who will have to listen to your rant about it during breakfast, “I wouldn’t want to bother you. I’m sure you have things to do.”
”Nonsense,” He shuts it down just as fast, smiling at you in a way that makes your heart skip several beats, so gentle and kind, “I have to head that way anyway so it’s more convenient if we travel together. Unless you’d rather we not?”
”Oh, not at all! I’d love to walk with you. I’ll have you know I’m a fantastic conversation partner,” You’re digging your own grave by not refusing, but you’re sure it won’t cause too much harm. You hate liking people like this, because you have no singular clue about what to do. Especially when they decide to do things like this.
He chuckles softly, and you’re sure it’s comparable to the same sound bells make when they chime because it’s just simply so beautiful and melodic. As if you’d been graced with a song sung by a siren, “I don’t doubt it.”
And then you embark on the walk back to your common room. Chester even says a farewell to Madam Pince, who scolds him in response and shoo’s you out of the library even faster than your feet could carry you. Which causes her to become the topic of your conversation as the doors fall shut behind you, and the understanding that she’d never leave her precious books unattended the comforting thought that accompanies the careless gossip that rings throughout the air. The portraits uninterested in the stories they’d heard numerous times from other passing students who’d been there at the time, each story widespread enough to not be a surprise to those who heard the words tumbling from your mouth.
After the initial area of reluctance and awkwardness, the conversation begins to flow with ease and comfort. As if the two of you had been friends who were much closer and had known each other much longer. It was nice like that, without your brain running at several miles an hour trying to figure out how you were supposed to speak with the guy who currently held your heart in his hands. It was natural, a seamless chat between two people. One that looked so fun with how you couldn’t help but laugh at all the little things he told you about, and how he looked at you with his complete attention when you begin to go on a long, unrelated, tangent that a story reminded you of.
You could feel your heart ache a little as you got the portrait of the fat lady, the long hallway leading down there being the point where the two of you would separate for the evening. No more would you two talk like that, once again going back to being mere acquaintances who smiled when they met the others eyes in the hall. You met his eyes, which wrinkled in the corners as a smile of his own grew, reflecting the one that had stretched across yours.
“Thanks for the help, I’ll try not to delay my next assignment so long,” You say, patting him in the shoulder in your own little way of showing your appreciation. Your hand lingering for a moment longer than you intended before you retract it. Even though the last few words are completely empty, a lie you’d simply uttered so he wouldn’t have to worry about you repeating this cycle, the first ones were nothing but truth. You were, despite a bit of your ego being butt hurt, grateful for the help.
”Anytime. If you ever need an actual tutor for something, just let me know,” His eyes travel away from your own and move down towards your lips, staying fixated on them for a moment before he realizes that he’s standing there doing nothing but looking directly at your lips. His hand reaches to scratch the nape of his neck as he gaze breaks away from your face to look up at the ceiling, rocking on his heels, “Uhm, this is a little weird-“
”Hm?” You can feel your heart beat faster as you take a notice of the blush that’s beginning to dust his face and the way his eyes continuously flicker back towards your lips. A faint feeling of hope beginning to flicker within your heart.
”-Would you, uh, like to. No, would you be okay if I, well, kissed you..?”
You barely let him finish speaking the words before you wrap your  arms around his neck and press your lips against him. His arms curl around your torso as he reciprocates the kiss with the same sort of inexperience you have, yet matching the intensity with which you kiss him without an ounce of effort.
It lasts for a few seconds, before you pull away to take in a breath and glance at how his face has become completely coated in a bright shade of red due to the kiss. Your neck is hot, but you feel good afterwards aside from the heat emitting from your body. Knowing your feelings are reciprocated, the thing you deeply doubted from the moment they developed up until a minute ago.
Safe to say you knew exactly what you’d be ranting to your friends about tomorrow morning.
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domaslut · 2 years ago
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Terribly sorry i couldnt pick just one, but either Chester or Felix with either The joker and the Queen or Unholy (sorry, I really tried to pick one but i couldnt! You can pick either one or maybe both, but thats totally up to you!)
THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN.
Starring: Chester Davies x f!reader
Warnings: none, just fluff. + mention to y/n father’s being a death eater.
Plot: you were a popular pureblood witch and, as a member of the exclusive club of wizards, you were most likely going to share your heart with a fellow pureblood. That was what everybody expected from you, at least. Nevertheless, you chose Chester Davies. Years later, you still do not regret your choice.
REQUESTED BY: @moonprincess101
VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN”.
Quote: “And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that could give you a diamond ring When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen”.
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The moment your eyes locked for the first time ever, he knew you were the center of his world. Whenever you were around, he felt as if he was floating up above, gravity long forgotten, nonexistent. Your smile was dazzling and your voice melodic. You were truly a delicacy, an uptown girl far from his league, but he could not help himself and adored you.
“She’s a pureblood” one of his friends said, chugging down hos butterbeer, as he glanced at you in disdain.
He did not retort anything. He was too lost into contemplating the flawless girl that you were.
You were animatedly chatting with your friends, the superior and arrogant wizards whose reputation preceded them. They were right about your blood-status, but they were wrong about your personality. You were nothing like them and you loathed attending the balls and dinners your parents dragged you to. You felt like a spider in a cage and he knew it.
How? Well, you had told him everything about yourself.
It took nearly six months for Chester to approach you. You were not intimidating, but you were always the center of everyone’s attention. You incarnated everything that his friends despised, but all that he wanted. He saw the goodness in you, he saw your beauty and your cracks and, when he bashfully asked you if he could sit next to you in potions class, you blessed him with a bright smile he could not shake from his head.
“If we teamed up, we could easily win Piton’s competition…” you uttered under your breath, taking him off guard.
You were talking to him. You had asked him to work together. Was he dreaming?
“Are… Are you a-actually asking me to work with you?” he stammered, his glabrous face heating up to the point that the tips of his ears matched the Gryffindors’s uniforms.
You giggled and nodded your head at him “Do you see anyone else worthy of my attention at this table?” you softly asked, grabbing your book and dragging your stool closer to his one.
Oh, dear, the world stopped revolving for him.
Chester Davies had fallen badly for you and, when you asked him to study together in the afternoon, he had no trouble in trying his best to impress you. He could not let you slip from his fingers, else he would have never forgiven himself. Could he label you two as friends now? Well, acquaintances, at best. Yet, you were not strangers anymore.
It took it two months for you to open up to him. Soon enough, you ended up spending your whole days together. You told him everything about yourself. Apparently, the dark side of being a pureblood, your duties and the audacity your father had in writing you some letters in which he asked you to find another member of the upper class to ‘arrange a good, business marriage’ were doing numbers on you.
You did not want that. You were willing to be disowned rather than marrying someone you did not love.
“I will not surrender. – you commented one day, propping your chin on the back of your hand as you laid flat on your stomach in the fluffy, soft grass of Hagrid’s garden – I want to get married one day, of course I do… But I can’t bear the idea of spending my life with someone I don’t love. I want it to be different” you said, batting your eyes close and sighing contently, under the spring breeze.
Chester quirked a thick eyebrow up, his brown eyes staring up at the clear sky “What is it that you want?”.
“A man who loves me” you replied without hesitation.
“Pure-bloods can love too”.
You sighed, rolling down on your back to stare properly up at him “No, Chester, you’re wrong. – you mumbled – They love your last name, at best. They love your money and your position at the Ministry. But they never love you”.
He blushed, his eyes darting on the massive pumpkins in front of him. Was it the right time to say something more? Maybe dropping some other hints would have not been detrimental to your relationship. However, you took him off guard.
“They’re not like you” you stated, propping yourself up on your elbows.
“W-What?” he stammered, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. You were going to kill him sooner or later.
You sat up, your cheeks now tinted in a bright pink shade and he could not tell if it was caused by the sun, or your proximity. Then again, when you curled yourself up in a ball and propped your chin on your knees, the gleam in your eyes was unmistakably, unequivocally the same he had when he looked at you.
“I like you… And not in a way a friend should love her friend. It’s something more. The way you make me laugh with that goofy smile of yours, whenever you talk about something you like, or the way I feel my heart drop into my stomach, if a girl is too close to you, have made realise that maybe I cannot find my perfect match out there because he is right under my nose…” you whispered, your cheeks burning even more.
Could you get a fever out of embarrassment for confessing to your crush? Yeah, you would not have been surprised, if you did.
Chester stared out at you in disbelief, his hand grasping your immediately as he shifted ti get even closer to you. You bit down on your lower lip, heart thrumming against your ribcage as you waited for him to reply something with the same anxiety of a guilty man waiting for his verdict.
“You could have literally fallen for one of the rich brats in your gang… They have everything, I have nothing to offer you beside my heart, Y/N. Are you sure about it?” he mumbled, locking his calloused fingers with yours. Your hand was so tiny compared to his one.
You felt tears well up in your eyes as you slowly nodded your head at him “Your love is everything I need. I don’t care about anything else. – you whispered softly, a small smile curling your lips – If I get to have you from now to the rest of our lives, I’ll feel like the luckiest person alive” you said, pressing your forehead against his one.
Chester chuckled, his free hand cupping your cheek affectionately. You, the smart, pureblood witch every student envied and craved for themselves, had finally picked your life companion. You had shared your golden heart, but with a half-blood, common Ravenaw student.
You had chosen him.
“You really are an unconventional, strong-willed crazy witch… – he said, a smug smile tugging the angles of his lips upwards – You beated me on it, I can’t believe it. But, yeah, for your information, I love you”.
You giggled, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth, as you smashed your lips against his chapped ones and pulled him down onto the grass with you.
Who would have thought that, five years after your graduation, he asked for your hand. Your father was mad at you for months. He never accepted your relationship, but the incoming war and the rumors running among the elite families about HIS return got him thinking. He knew that he would have been called too and he could not risk your life.
He gave his consent with the promise that you were both going to stay away from the battlefield and, if things got complicated, to never return again.
You did and now Chester kisses the small bump in your stomach, with the joy of a child blessing your lives, he knows that being a joker around a queen was the best decision he could have ever made.
AUTHOT NOTE.
Hi there!
I’m back at writing, thanks to god! I’ll take good care of your sweet requests in my inbox! I hope you liked this fluffy scenario. Chester is my baby and comfort character. Too bad I am a Slytherin and I could not lose house point to piss him off lmao xD
Next to come “Unholy + Felix Rosier” (smut, duh) 😏
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claudy-writes-stuff · 1 year ago
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Hii
I would love to read:
Fred Durst x Reader
Jon Davis/KoRn x Reader
Chester Bennington x Reader
Any story would be nice. Maybe enemy or friends to lovers. Thanks already!
Sure thing Anon! Hope you enjoy (if my idea was similar to another creators idea I’m just gonna note rn this isn’t exaclty original but yh)
The Biggest, Stupidest idiot, Fred Durst x Reader, Enemies to Lovers
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You got signed to be Limp Bizkit’s manager and also this bus driver thingy for them. You were the one driving the trailer for them whenever they went on tour, the first few days you enjoyed the job and it wasn’t hard. The guys were funny, Well, That’s what you thought, (That’s what she said), They we’re jerks sometimes. Especially Fred, Although it was just some playful pranks and jokes friends and all just playing and not legit, they got on your nerves. Numerous times where you couldn’t even count had Fred and Wes woke you up and tricked you that there was and emergency. As soon as you ran out the door then you’d get milk and feathers All over you, Even Lethal would come in laughing.
Sometimes the jokes or pranks were funny. Sometimes not. Just straight up annoying as fuck
You didn’t even talk to Fred for a few days after that, “Oh come on Y/N talk to me!” “Shut up Fred” was how it was last week. Today they were wanting to hangout at a local bar/Pub to relax and have some fun after their tour as it was kind of draining they were performing Al day, not to mention you’ve definetely been the workaholic these days!, You drove the bus as they were all inside. Fred being the loudest as he nudged Wes with his elbow. None of them really containing their laughter. Before Fred stopped and nudged you now “Atleast were driving and this time we ain’t getting a single scratch from a certain someone!” You shot him a side glare and slapped his hand “Shut up Fred” He only laughed and rubbed his arm. “Ow!” He said, shooting you a look, You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, Even in your contacts you had him named as ‘Annoying guy’ or ‘Jerk’
They didn’t wanna go to the bar instead they decided on going to go to one of their tours. They still didn’t finish them, “Hey Y/N pull over we want some snacks-“ Before John could finish his sentence Wes smacked him on the face. Before they started wrestling and Fred started recording “Yo look at this shit!” They were laughing their asses off. Your eye twitched. Why were they so annoying sometimes? You had already been in a bad mood because of earlier today, As you pulled over at the snack store you all got out the car. As if they were children they ran inside like kids first time seeing a candy store.
Fred wanted to bother you a bit. As you held the cart zoning out you were startled by a lot of things dropping inside at once. It was chocolates- Candies chips and all sorts- “Yo why’s there a apple in here?” Fred peeked in. He saw the apple just plain right sitting in the corner of the cart. It wasn’t even in one of those white small bags. “Who wanna play frisbee?” Wes took the apple and passed it over to the others. You scoffed and grumbled. Snatching the apple away. Making Fred pout, “Food isn’t to be played with, Stop and come on I don’t wanna be here all day!” Fred only nudged you. As you were paying Fred came up behind you wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling your head and a bit of your body to him and ruffling your hair a lot. “Cut it out!” You snapped. He only held tighter and just whispered back “Nope”,
After what seemed like two years and a half. You arrived at the tour, getting out the car, it didn’t take that long for the band to be swarmed by the crowd and getting autographs. They were all distracted. You were sat in the back, Yet again. A bad habit of yours. Chewing your lip. Lightly blinking as you were in deep thought. A arm wrapped around you from behind, a slurred voice talking “You’ve got- you really looking fine today..You wanna come over to my place?” This wasn’t any of the people you knew, a creep randomly came in through from the crowd. Slowly pulling you behind a wall. You looked at him, panic clear in your eyes, his hand moved to your hip. Grasping it. You looked down. He started groping you, “Please don’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable” You tried to be polite and your eyes darted left and right as you panicked for help. The man seemed angry
He forced himself onto you and whispered “I know you want it. Stop playing hard to get” His breath reeked of alcohol and cigars. Wanting to make you gag, his hand went under your dress (or pants anything you can choose), before he could touch you there a fist connected to his face making you jerk back in fear and yelp. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s saying no dude she doesn’t like you!” It was Fred. He snapped at the man before punching him again square in the face. Making sure to angle it near the man’s nose. Brisk sing it. Knocking him out cold. The others were trying to pull Fred away, Fred turned to you. His heart sinking into his stomach seeing you shivering in the corner of the wall. Big round tears in your eyes. “Come on Y/N let’s get you inside..” he gently took your hand in his and led you to the trailer or bus. Sitting down next to you, It was silent until you whispered “Thank you” to him, trying to wipe away your tears. He looked down at you. His thumb lightly brushing your cheek and wiping away your tears. His eyes glancing at your lips. “It’s okay, trust me when I say this. I’m sorry for bothering you with those pranks and stuff. I won’t do it again if it annoys you” He was very sincere, soft. And quiet. Unlike how he was so upbeat and loud. He gently took your hands into his and pulled you onto his lap. Taking your chin and making you face him, “I love you, Y/N, Please. But I just didn’t have naughty courage to tell you this” your eyes widened. You couldn’t react as his nose pressed to yours. Gently. His lips pressing on yours before he closed his eyes. His other hand gently stroking your hair back and away from your eyes.
“I love you too”
The band did make sure to take pictures of this moment and tease you and Fred in the future about it.
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tinkerbelldetective · 4 years ago
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There weren't many things that bothered Roger Davies. Except, of course, when his older brother brought his fiancée over for the Summer holidays and he ended up losing a tea bag or two of his favorite tea and a game of quidditch on top of that.
Chester Davies was smitten, and though he was relatively discreet about it, the whole family could tell. You were the only one he let borrow books from the floating shelf in his room, the only one who he sang along with in the kitchen at 7 in the morning. And Roger was not afraid to make a game out of teasing his brother ever so politely.
His favorite part of your visits was the old pup you brought along with you, whom he degnomed the garden with.
The Davies family home was always full of some kind of loving atmosphere, and for this, Roger Davies put up with a lost game and missing tea bags.
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Hi! I was wondering if you would do imagines for Chester Davies & Felix Rosier? ((Understandably, there isn’t a lot written for these characters but I feel like that leaves room for writing them however you’d like which is easier than sticking to canon lmao)) if not, that’s all good! :) I’ll probably come back to request some quidditch!reader if that’s okay 💕 thank you for writing such lovely imagines
Hello, I am so sorry this request has taken such a long time but I am determined to get through them. I don’t know too much about Chester Davies, but I wanted to give this one a shot!
Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) is a sixth-year Ravenclaw Prefect with hopes of earning the title of ‘Head Girl’ for her seventh year at Hogwarts. Chester Davies is one of the male Ravenclaw Prefects in the same year as (Y/N), he admired her ambition and the two had grown close as Prefects. 
Students who act as Prefects are expected to be responsible, student leaders for the rest of the Hogwarts Community. They are exemplary students who achieve academically and truly enjoy assisting the faculty with castle duties and creating a sense of camaraderie within their Hogwarts houses. 
As the second half of the school year commenced, the first-year students were having a difficult time finding some of their new classrooms. However, rather than having to fend for themselves, they noticed the Ravenclaw girl directing the nervous students to their class. 
(Y/N) (L/N), a sixth-year Ravenclaw, was one of the more recognizable Prefects. If a student outside Ravenclaw House requested her assistance, (Y/N) would not hesitate to lend a hand and she was always seen helping other students. 
The Ravenclaw boys described her as the perfect balance of brains, beauty, and kindness. It was in her nature to automatically put a smile on the face of those she talked to, it is rumored she’s even turned Professor Snape’s semi-permanent scowl into a meek smile for a second during Potion Class. 
“Don’t worry about it, love” (Y/N) smiled, handing the first-year Gryffindor girl a simple map of the castle, “I made these for you to have, I want you to always make your class on time” She stated, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. 
The girl felt at ease and gave (Y/N) an understanding nod as she clutched her map tightly, “Thank you so much! I couldn’t have figured this out without you” The Gryffindor stated happily before hurrying down the corridor.
(Y/N) watched as the girl scrambled to make her class with a satisfied smile on her face. Most of the students had already cleared out of corridors which allowed her to relax a little, (Y/N) enjoyed her role as a Prefect, but the responsibilities could be tiring. Her shoulders fell slightly and she let out a soft sigh, she grabbed her Transfiguration book from the stone podium. 
“It pains me to admit this, but you truly are a natural” A voice spoke out from behind her. (Y/N) made a mental note, reminding herself not to let her guard down because the voice behind her made her jump.
“Merlin!” She exclaimed, turning to face the direction of the voice, knowing who the voice belonged to immediately, “But seriously, Chester? I thought you’d already recognized my dedication to this job” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip, playfully questioning her friend. 
Chester Davies let out a chuckle, shrugging in response to her question, “I’ve competed against you in the past, I am fully aware of your skills” He said, walking towards her. The two were in the same year but remained acquaintances until Professor Flitwick assigned them as Prefects together. Their assignment was convinient because the two shared multiple classes together so they relied on each other to study. 
“Are you ready for Transfiguration?” Chester asked as they walked down the corridor, his hands in his robe pockets. It was common knowledge at Ravenclaw House that Chester Davies was unmistakenly attractive. No matter the situation, his clothes were clean and pressed, his hair styled, and his performances in the Frog Choir left most of the ladies at Hogwarts swooning.
Along with his talents, Chester was also determined and helpful. He is a strong believer in education and learning as much as possible which were traits (Y/N) resonated with. (Y/N) had modeled her course schedule to secure the job of a Hit Wizard, a trained wizard who deals with highly dangerous situations for the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Chester also wished for a job at the Ministry but preferred the division of Improper Use of Magic. Both these jobs fell underneath the Department of Magical Law Enforcement so the O.W.L. requirements were similar, meaning the two would share classes for their remaining years.
“Of course,” She replied confidently, “I can’t wait to hear McGonagall’s curriculum, I find her class the easiest to study for” (Y/N) said and Chester let out a small groan. 
“You’re an ace at Transfigurations, (Y/N)” Chester grumbled, “I’m definitely going to need your help to get the technique down one hundred percent”
(Y/N) examined Chester’s slightly solemn expression with a small frown, “Don’t be like that, Chester” She uttered, “Practice makes perfect besides you’re lightyears better than me at Defense Against the Dark Arts.” (Y/N) admitted, giving Chester a small, reassuring smile hoping the make Chester feel better. 
All of a sudden, Chester’s stern expression transformed into one of joy as his laughter filled the corridor. His sudden outburst caught her off guard once again and she questioningly gazed at him as they approached Classroom 1B. Chester gripped (Y/N)’s shoulders and turned her to face him, “I’m so glad you finally admitted that,” He said playfully, “Now I can say even you’ve admitted it yourself” Chester shot (Y/N) a wink before retreating into the Transfiguration classroom, taking her chance to retaliate away. 
(Y/N) stood gobsmacked, blinking as the door to the classroom swung close. Letting out a small huff, she smiled knowing Chester must be laughing to himself in the classroom as he waits for (Y/N) to take her seat next to him. Soothing her hair, (Y/N) pushed the classroom door open and headed towards her seat, waving at her classmates as she made her way down. 
Chester looked back at (Y/N) but suddenly snapped forward as he got an idea. Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he began scribbling a meeting time and location before folding it into a tiny square. With a small smirk, he set the paper down in front of her station and crossed his arms behind his head. 
A few moments later, (Y/N) set her book down and noticed the small piece of parchment along with Chester’s mischievous look. Rolling her eyes, she took a seat and fumbled to open the parchment, the note read
Meet me at the Secret Garden
10:00 pm tonight
Don’t be Late 
-C
But before she could get a word out, Professor McGonagall had already begun the day’s lesson. 
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(Y/N) had underestimated Chester’s schemes. As soon as the Transfiguration class ended, he bolted out of the room but not before reminding (Y/N) about their arrangement. His sudden actions confused her, he hadn’t mentioned doing anything prior to class and now he was flat out avoiding her until they met. 
Despite his odd behavior, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find his determination endearing. An array of ideas flew through her head as she attempted to figure out what he could be planning, but when it came to Chester, you couldn’t really predict what he would do next because he is determined to try anything. Needless to say, Chester’s mysterious note remained on her mind as she tutored one of the third-year Ravenclaw boys. 
Usually, she remained focused and engaged but she caught herself glancing at the clock multiple times throughout the session. She also recalled the first time Chester had taken her to the garden. He had brought her there to study once, but they had not returned in a while, if he had called her there, it meant he had something important planned. Once nine-thirty rolled around, (Y/N) practically sprinted towards the Secret Garden, excited to see what her fellow Prefect had suddenly planned for the evening. 
“Chester?” (Y/N) called, reaching the enclosed garden her eyes immediately landed on the practice dummies evenly spread across the field. Chester suddenly appeared behind (Y/N), gripping her shoulders and giving her a subtle shake, “Boo!” He exclaimed causing her to let out a shrill shriek. 
“Chester!” (Y/N) yelled, suddenly turning to give him a shove, “You’re horrible” She laughed, letting her heartbeat settle as her friend laughed. 
“You’re hurting my feelings, (Y/N)” Chester admitted, adding in a fake pout for dramatic effect, “You’d really say that when I’ve gone out of my way to set up Dark Arts training for you?” Chester dropped his eyes, his shoulders drooping as he sauntered over to the training dummies. 
“Chester, you should really join the acting program here” (Y/N) laughed, watching her friend trudge through the grass, “You’d be their star pupil” 
Chester suddenly broke character, “No bloody way” Chester grumbled, “I’ve already got Frog Choir and that’s all I need” He grinned proudly, retrieving his wand from his coat pocket. (Y/N) removed her robes, folding them before placing them on the grass, “So, tell me what you’ve planned?” She asked. 
Chester smirked, “I’m glad you asked” he stated, removing his own robe and loosening his tie. For anyone else, it might be uncommon to see Chester in a ‘disheveled’ state, but (Y/N) had grown familiar with this side of him and she always found something new to admire. Tonight, his skin was glowing underneath the moonlight and his soft smile left (Y/N) at ease. 
“Will you be able to focus with me as your teacher?” Chester teased, snapping her away from her trance. (Y/N) blushed, crossing her arms defensively but embarrassed having been caught staring at him. 
“Don’t get too cocky,” (Y/N) warned, playfully aiming her want at him. Chester threw his hands up in defeat, purposely adding in a hint of dramatic flair to make his friend laugh. (Y/N) laughed at his reaction, “You’re ridiculous” she added, lowering her wand with a smile on her face. 
“You know, I hear that quite often” Chester admitted, giving her a soft shrug. The two of them were always busy, but when they were together, all they could think about was how much they enjoyed each other’s company. With (Y/N) everything seemed easier, she understood him, she helped him study, and more importantly, she cared for him. 
“Well, what are we learning tonight?” (Y/N) asked, her (E/C) eyes shining brightly. She cherished the time they spent together and she knew Chester would not stop assisting her until she mastered his techniques. (Y/N) loved his determination and it motivated her to improve every single day. 
“Well, it’s not going to be easy,” Chester disclosed, “But after this session, you’re going to be the best student in Defense Against the Dark Arts…” A sly smile grew on his lips, “After me, of course,” He shot her a wink before assuming his fighting position beside her, “Ready?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his comment, sticking her tongue out in response, earning another laugh from Chester. 
“I was born ready,” She replied confidently and he nodded in appreciation. Chester loved her confidence, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed working with her because no matter how difficult the situation became, she was always ready to learn and overcome it. 
On his call, the two began practicing the different spells they learned in class. Chester and (Y/N) lost track of the time as they practiced, but that was not unusual for them. The sound of their laughs and spells clashing with the dummies bounced off the walls of the garden as they engrossed themselves in their training. 
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delicrieux · 5 years ago
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Hello! I'm a Ravenclaw and I was wondering if you could write a chester x ravenclaw mc fluff that involves amortentia? Perhaps they realize they like each other through experimenting with the potion, then from there they slowly accept their feelings and confess to each other? HAHAHA THANK YOU!!
HALLOWEEN WRITING CHALLENGE!🎃
day 16&17, word(s): a single candle & tarot cards
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September had melted into October quick, at the very least, quicker than you had expected. The last remnants of summer were blown away by the wind along with the pretty shades of greens and replaced by even prettier golds, oranges, and reds. The second month of Autumn always has this cosy feeling: sweaters, hot chocolates, cinnamon-apple tea, pumpkin pie. Though this comfort stirs curiosity of the Other, even if the Other is fully known to the magical world. And lovesicken teens often turn to Divination when desperately in need: scrying into crystal balls in the middle of the night with a single flickering candle, reading tea leaves with hopeful eyes, lastly pulling tarot cards with bated breath.
You had done all these, though not because of some want to know, but more like your friends were into it and you simply tagged along. Divination always appeared a bit silly to you and it is quite ironic that the crystal balls and cards and leaves spoke of you more than of your friends who were the ones that wanted to know their future the most.
“The Lovers!” Your friend gasps as she cradles the card, admires the pretty drawing on it; she then looks at you, “(Name), this is…Serious, like, serious, oh my days!”
“You’re so lucky… All I got is Five of Cups…And that was the best one…” Another chimes.
“Uhh…” You drawl, fidgeting, “What does…The Lovers mean, exactly?”
“It means love, dummy. Connection. Soulmate type stuff. The real deal.”
You wanted to believe them, you truly did, but you simply could not phantom how a single card drawn by an overly excited student can predict the ever changing future. You said nothing, though. Simply smiled and nodded along and let them had their fun.
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Chester is not the person you would have expected to be working along with during Potions – he is the leader of your house, and he is your friend, and you respect him immensely, but to be sat beside him is perhaps too much pressure because he is very uptight. Though to your surprise he was nothing but kind, sparse of conversation but attentive and happy to help. He had not pointed at your flaws nor flaunted his perfection; simply assisted you when needed and vice versa.
The strangeness came when the lid of the Amortentia potion was lifted and the room heaved with heavy alluring scents. Enchanted you stared as the spiralling fumes, not quite catching what the Professor was saying. You tried to figure out what it was you smelled: sandalwood, parchment, ink, clean cotton… It reminded you faintly of your Common Room - it was familiar in that way, as if you had breathed it all a moment prior and thought nothing of it but now it had come to your attention and you could not help but let your heart beat so nervously.
Then the lid closed and the fumes dispersed and everyone sighed in relief. Only the scent did not disappear for you, it simply became faint, though still pleasant.Turning your head you had come to stare in horror – it was Chester. Your cheekshad bloomed with roses, and you had quickly looked away, pretending to be soimmersed with work little else mattered. During this, however, you failed tosee the longing glances he had sneaked, the secretive smiles he had shared, the proximity between you two that grew smaller and smaller.
It was a gradual climb, really. No sudden realization, no sudden stolen kiss. It was a slow process, but one that gave the both of you enough want to get to know the other and need to be together. And so when finally, on the day before Hallows Eve, the two of you had walked through Hogsmeade and laughed and talked and brushed hands as the wind blew through your hair he had proposed a question, and for the first time you heard fear in his voice. Fear of the unknown, fear of uncertainty. Along with it was hope, hope for a future with you, hope for achance for this love to blossom.
You had never been happier. You had never been more excited to say “I want to be with you”, nor have you been more anxious to be kissed. And when he did kiss you, with a sort of proud smirk on his lips, you had been anxious to be kissed again and again and again.
And on your way back to Hogwarts, your fingers intertwined, you had thought that Divination holds some truth to it after all.
the end.
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arishle · 6 years ago
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Chester coat: D
It took me twice drawing Felix time to draw Chester but I love his chester coat style.
If you need a plot for this situation,
Uh,this is mine.
How about you got a fight,and you left him alone in your house,you said you need some fresh air and took the train for a trip,when you came home,you found he wait at train station :D.
With flowers 💐
I always enjoy Hindu pop love songs:)
This is what I hear when drawing this pic☺️😋.
And its lyric like poem or love letter 💌 told so straightly❤️ and strong.
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peepeedrip · 7 years ago
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you know what, i’ll honestly take any compliment you give me
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lara-kaminari · 4 years ago
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Pumpkin Plant
Chester es meticuloso, calculador, le gusta tener todo en su lugar. Lamentablemente, la presencia de una chica conocida cambia todo lo establecido en su vida.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26500024/chapters/64583131
Pairings: Chester/MC, Felix/MC
Chapter 1: Pergamino de color rosa pastel.
La vida de Chester Davies solía ser tranquila, en lo que cabe. Tenía una vida organizada, meticulosa, con cada elemento en su lugar y eso le gustaba. No se privaba de ningún placer en particular, disfrutaba del alcohol como todos, el buen sexo y demás. Nada de eso interfería en sus deberes en la Oficina del Uso Incorrecto de la Magia en el Ministerio, era un excelente mago y su vida llevaba un rumbo excelente.
Hasta ese día.
Las señales estaban allí, debió sentirlo en el aire, en el murmullo de la gente. Es ahora cuando se pregunta: ¿Cómo pudo ser tan ciego? Pero su destino había sido sellado, como un sobre extraoficial repleto de sellos e indicaciones de tinta roja. Camina hasta su oficina, poco tendría que importarle los chismes de la oficina, ¿acaso no están allí para trabajar?
—Chester. —Llamó Félix, pasando su brazo sobre los hombros del chico.
—Rosier. —Respondió con una sonrisa.
—Te ves tranquilo, imagino que eres ajeno a las recientes noticias.
—¿Por qué debería tomarlas en cuenta?
—Te involucran.
Chester se detiene, Félix quita su brazo de encima y lo mira con una ceja levantada. Davies está experimentando una sensación nueva, es el terror y el odio recorriendo sus venas, ¿acaso los directivos han tomado una decisión respecto a su trabajo que no se le ha informado de antemano?
—No te despedirán. —Aseguró Félix.
—Serían unos tontos si lo hicieran.
—Pero es peor, mucho peor.
—Ve al punto, ¿será una reducción de sueldo? ¿tendré que hacer recortes en el personal? ¿el departamento recibirá menos presupuesto?
—La sorpresa está en tu oficina, yo no puedo involucrarme. —Respondió Félix, levantando sus hombros. —Soy un Auror, iré a hacer lo mío.
—Te odio.
—Escríbeme después.
Se mantuvo frío y servicial mientras caminaba en dirección a su oficina, no permitiría que un par de rumores tontos lo confundieran. Puede encargarse de lo que sea, es bueno negociando; tiene que pensar en eso cuando su mano toca la perilla de la puerta y la gira más lentamente de lo que le gustaría.
Allí está su jefe, ¿le preocupa? No, tienen buena relación. Chester ha demostrado ser uno de sus empleados más competentes en el departamento, ¿a qué le teme? Claro, a la otra presencia en la habitación. Es una mujer joven, tan joven que parece apenas haber terminado sus estudios en Hogwarts.
No es sólo la juventud lo que llama su atención porque, además de que reconoce a la chica, ella está vestida de una manera algo... Estrafalaria. El cabello recogido y poco ordenado está decorado con diminutas flores de todos los colores, su ropa pareciera haber sido escogida por un artista daltónico, ¿ese es su mejor intento por verse elegante? ¿por qué está usando tantos colores? ¿quién usa una falda larga con zapatillas acordonadas? Sólo ella, por supuesto. La única, la inigualable, la perfecta curse-breaker de Hogwarts.
—Davies, te presento a tu nueva compañera. —Anunció su jefe. —MC está aquí para servirte y ayudar en las tareas que puedas darle.
Chester parpadeó varias veces, intentando despertar de esa pesadilla.
—¿Puedo hablar con usted? Sólo un segundo, sin ella presente.
Gracias a Merlín que él aceptó, de cualquier manera, sentía que podía charlar aun con la chica allí porque ella parecía muy entretenida con los elementos del escritorio. ¿Acaso nadie le enseñó a mantener sus manos alejadas de las pertenencias ajenas? No, todo estará bien. Hablará con su jefe y llegará a un acuerdo satisfactorio.
—No la quiero aquí. —Dijo Chester rápidamente.
—Su padre tiene muchas influencias...
—Al diablo con su papi, ¿por qué no se va a otro departamento? Se viste como un maldito circo y arruinará nuestra imagen.
—Su padre la quiere trabajando aquí específicamente, ¿por qué no le pides a ella que te cuente la historia? La encontrarás hilarante.
—Amablemente solicito que...
—Es tarde, tendrás que acostumbrarte a su presencia.
Entonces... Sí, su destino ha sido marcado por una mujer indeseada. ¿Puede acostumbrarse al repentino cambio en su vida? Probablemente necesite mucho café y whisky de fuego, el suficiente para hundir los malos pensamientos. En tanto regresa a su oficina, se encarga de analizar cada detalle de la chica. ¿Por qué tuvo que ser MC? La conoce, o la conocía, fue su prefecto en Hogwarts y ella siempre se metía en problemas que le dificultaban la vida.
—Tiempo sin verte, Chester. —Dijo MC, jugueteando con sus collares de cuentas.
—“Señor Davies”, vamos a dejar ciertas pautas en claro.
—Claro, “Señor Davies”. —Corrigió MC con una risa divertida. —Supongo que te estarás preguntando por qué estoy aquí.
—Sería útil tener una explicación adecuada.
—Es una larga historia, ¿cómo te lo explico? —MC levantó sus piernas en la silla y las cruzó, provocando un gruñido molesto en su nuevo jefe. —Resulta que tengo dieciocho años y estoy en la edad ideal para casarme, ¿puedes creerlo? Es una especie de tradición familiar o algo así, entonces... Tengo que buscar un buen candidato y sé quién es el ideal, se lo comenté a mi padre y... Aquí estoy, intentando ganarme el corazón de quien podría ser mi nuevo esposo.
—No, no lo entiendo.
—Estoy enamorada de Félix Rosier, desde Hogwarts, así que estoy trabajando en el Ministerio para tener más posibilidades de conocerlo y que se enamore de mí o tendré que casarme con otro pretencioso pretendiente rico. —Explicó MC. —No era exactamente mi plan terminar en tu oficina, pero la vida trabaja de maneras misteriosas y sé que tú eres un buen amigo suyo.
—Lo que me estás diciendo es que hiciste una llamada rápida a papi para que cumpla tus caprichos y...
—Espera, espera, espera. —Interrumpió MC, agitando sus manos y creando un tintineo por el contacto de sus brazaletes. —No tengo esa clase de relación con mi padre, ¡estoy obligada a casarme! Así que, si estoy en esos términos, me gustaría que fuera con alguien que me guste.
—¿En serio crees tener una oportunidad con Félix Rosier? ¿Te has visto en el espejo? Él es uno de los sangre puras más aclamados, su familia forma parte de los Sagrado Veintiocho y la mayoría de las mujeres están detrás suyo por su fortuna abundante.
—No me interesa el dinero.
—Claro, tu papi debe darte el suficiente.
—De hecho, mi padre nunca me ha mantenido. —Confesó MC con simpleza. —Vivo sola con mi propio dinero, no tengo mucho y probablemente me echen a la calle en unos meses, pero...
—Excesivos detalles que nunca te pedí.
—¿Puedes ayudarme? Por favor. —Suplicó MC juntando sus cejas y haciendo una expresión de pena. —Sólo necesito conquistarlo y casarme con él, desapareceré de tu vida en cuanto todo haya terminado.
—Bien, te organizaré una cita con él y...
—¡Así no! Yo tengo que hacer el trabajo, tú sólo deberías darme la información correcta para que pueda acercarme.
—¿Es una maldita danza de apareamiento o qué? Nos llevará toda la vida.
—Lo lamento, son mis reglas. —Sentenció MC, cruzándose de brazos. —No quiero que Félix sepa aun sobre mis sentimientos hacia él, eso provocará un rechazo absoluto.
Chester suspiró hastiado, apenas esa mañana las estrellas estaban en perfecta posición, ¿qué es este peculiar desastre de la naturaleza? Comienza a hacer cálculos, es bueno haciendo cálculos, esta ardua tarea le llevará un par de simples meses y nada más que eso. Conoce a Félix, sus actividades, lo que le gusta y disgusta, será sencillo. Su vida volverá a la normalidad en cuanto ella se vaya lejos, entonces el equilibrio ecológico de su existencia se restaurará.
—De acuerdo, pero esto seguirá siendo una tarea del trabajo.
—Suena bien para mí.
Ella agitó su varita, en diagonal a su posición frente al escritorio de Chester, hizo aparecer su propia estación de trabajo. Una mesa con volados blancos, brillos en la tela que la cubría y plumas de colores chillones, incluso los pergaminos tenían un aniñado color rosa pastel. Chester se masajeó el puente de la nariz, suplicando a Merlín que su martirio acabara para volver a la agradable rutina que lo reconfortaba.
Si MC se queda en silencio, sólo escribiendo y atendiendo los tediosos archivos, puede acostumbrarse a su presencia. Entre tanto, se concentrará en mover los hilos que facilitarán un final a esa historia.
—Mira, dibujé un perrito. —Dijo MC, levantando su pergamino rosado con una sonrisa, enseñando su obra de arte.
Será más difícil de lo que pensó.
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domaslut · 2 years ago
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HOGWARTS MYSTERY.
𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 “𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”, 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨.
𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣!
𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐒.
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵!
『 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 』
N.B.: you can choose more than one character, if the plot is about a love triangle, or something involving a reference to more than one relationship.
↳𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 ↳𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 ↳𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘚𝘯𝘺𝘥𝘦 ↳𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ↳𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘦𝘦 ↳𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 ↳𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ↳𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺
『 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 』
N.B.: as you may have noticed, I have already sorted the songs in their genres, which means that, if you pick a song belonging to the “FLUFF” group, I will write a “FLUFF” drabble based on the song you’ve picked.
✿𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙✿
•𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘙𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘉.
•𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 - 𝘌𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯
•𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘹
•𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘻
•𝘐 𝘸𝘢��𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 - 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴
•𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘉ø𝘳𝘯𝘴
•𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤
•𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦 - 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘦
•𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 - 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯
•𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘌𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴
✿𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧✿
•𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 - 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘻
•𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 - 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦
•𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘖𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭
•𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 - 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦
•𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 - 𝘔å𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯
•𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 - 𝘡𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘺
•𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 - 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰
•𝘋𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 - 𝘔𝘐𝘐𝘈
•𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 - 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰
•𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩
✿𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘✿
•𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 - 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴
•𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬
•𝘈𝘯 𝘜𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 - 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘖𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢
•𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 - 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺
•𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 - 𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘛𝘴𝘢𝘪
•𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 - 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴
•𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦 - 𝘔å𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯
•𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴
•𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 - 𝘔𝘳. 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺
•𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤 - 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺
✿𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧✿
•𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 - 𝘋𝘰𝘫𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘵
•𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 - 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺
•𝘕𝘶𝘵𝘴 - 𝘓𝘪𝘭 𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘱
•𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 - 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤
•𝘜𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 - 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩
•𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
•𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
•𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 - 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦
•𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 - 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘴
•𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 - 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤
꧁𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒꧂
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aria-xue · 6 years ago
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oh look a redraw
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@/Jamcity HOW COULD YOU RUIN SUCH A PRECIOUS BEAN.
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Fight me
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joking-jester03 · 6 years ago
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RULES FOR REQUESTING
-I don’t do DDLG or kink writing.
-I will never write something that would be rated for 18+ readers. This means smut and heavy topics.
-heavy drinking and abusing substances is something I won’t write for.
-I won’t write eating disorder, yandere, heavy gore, abuse, severe depression, and suicide.
-Crack fics are allowed.
-never spam requests. If you want to ask if I got your request, that’s fine. But I won’t get to your request if you spam and be impatient.
-use common courtesy and sense.
-MENTIONS OF RAPE OR INCEST IS A NO.
-Be respectful and patient as I’ll try to get to every request as soon as possible.
Thank you for reading these, and have a good day. 💙
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wearegro0t-blog · 7 years ago
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HPHM SHIPS
hey broskies, i’m gonna be doing hogwarts mystery ships, so send in your (or your MC’s)
- name
- age
- house
- personality
- appearance (height, stature, eye color, hair color, body shape, etc.)
- background/history (include as much as you want)
- if you prefer boys or girls (or if you’re fine with either)
And I’ll give you a ship! (your ~perfect match~) you can be shipped with :
- bill weasley
- charlie weasley
- barnaby lee
- nymphadora tonks
- penny haywood
- tulip karasu
- ben copper
- rowan khanna
- andre egwu
- felix rosier
- chester davies
- angelica cole
- jane court
- merula snyde
note: I’m not including Ismelda bc we don’t stan psychotic bullies here :)
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soooo yay ships are open! send em in
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me-in-hogwarts-mystery · 6 years ago
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Dream Come True - Felix Rosier x MC
Ship: Felix Rosier x Female!MC
Summary: It’s Felix and Y/N’s wedding day. What’s going on inside their heads?
Requested: Yes - “Hellooooo I have a request for felix/mc on their wedding day and how they both would feel and react to them finally going down the isle and all that fluffy shizz xx”
Warnings: None
“Do you think I’m ready for this?” Felix asked Chester as he inspected his looks in the mirror.
“You don’t need me to tell you that” Chester replied, smiling softly at his nervous friend, “Deep down, you know the answer to that question. Stop tormenting yourself”.
“I can’t help it. I so badly want her to be happy, but I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to give her such happiness”.
“You will. Now stop worrying and enjoy this day”.
The day of Y/N and Felix’s wedding had arrived. At first, when they’d set the date, it had seemed so far from then, and now it was there.
Felix had wanted his old friend Chester as his best man, and was now letting all his worries and fears out. The mirror gave him back his elegant figure, and conflicted expression.
“I’m sure she would be so angry at you if she saw you like this”.
“My family…”
“You are not your family” Chester stated, his tone firm and expression unchanging as he looked straight into Felix’s eyes, “I think she knows that pretty well. Why do you think she said yes when you proposed? She would have said no, she would have broken it off if she hadn’t been sure. She wants to spend her life with you, Felix Rosier. Get that into your head, breathe, and smile”.
~○~○~○~○~○~
Y/N was sitting in her living room, her white gown hugging her body, her hair perfectly styled, as she fiddled with her hands.
“Come on, you don’t want to walk to you husband-to-be with scratched hands, do you?” Penny inquired. She had been at Y/N’s side ever since the wedding preparations started. She had helped her choose the dress, the hairstyle, the make-up; everything had to be perfect.
“Do you think I’m going to handle it? The wedding, I mean. It’s… big”.
“I know. It’s a big deal and you’re going to be with him for life and you’re young, it seems so strange. I know. My mom talked about this all the time. But you truly do love him, don’t you?” Penny smiled softly.
“I do. I wouldn’t doubt that for a second”.
“Then where’s the problem? Everything is going to be fine”.
“I’m concerned about him. His mother has been giving him a hard time lately. And she won’t be here, and it’s horrible not having your parents on your side in such a day. He looked so… conflicted”.
“Y/N” Penny took her friend’s hands in hers, “Felix loves you. I know how hard it must have been for him to choose between love and family but if he has been with you all these years, if he proposed, ignoring their disapproval, that means he has made his choice. You are his family now, be sure to show him just how happy you are because of it. Show him that you love him, Y/N. And most importantly, just smile. That means so much already. Go down that aisle with your head high, and smile. Promise”.
“I promise” Y/N’s face lit up as she smiled.
“That’s how I want to see you there”.
~○~○~○~○~○~
Jacob had insisted on walking Y/N down the aisle on her special day. He looked as elegant as ever.
He gently took his sister’s hand as they walked into the church, smiling at her as she inhaled deeply and smiled back.
“Calm down” he murmured. Everyone was staring at her in her rich gown as she walked, slowly but confidently. It wasn’t easy to notice, but her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. Yet, it all stopped when she finally took Felix’s hand; she could only grin happily at his widened eyes and bright smile.
He just couldn’t understand how he got so lucky.
Y/N was beautiful as she walked towards him, and holding her hand as he did once she’d reached him felt like a once-in-a-lifetime privilege. And to think that in a few minutes, he would have been able to call her his wife.
“Treat her well” Jacob whispered as he let go of her hand.
Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare not to.
He felt as light as a feather as he heard her quiet laugh at her brother’s words.
Hearing their vows, half the people in the church cried tears of joy. When they finally sealed them with a kiss, it was then that everything changed.
Their dream had finally come true.
Penny was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, trying not to smear her make-up. Rowan was instead sobbing lightly, chuckling at herself, while beside her Tonks and Tulip were excitedly clapping at the couple. Behind them sat the whole Weasley family with a teary-eyed Molly standing out among them. Barnaby and Andre were next to Charlie, and a smiling Ben was lightly clapping from behind them. Next to Penny, in the front, was Chester, who was fighting back a few tears.
It was the start of something big, but they were not afraid anymore. Felix Rosier and Y/N L/N were now husband and wife. They had nothing to fear, because now neither was ever going to be alone.
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peepeedrip · 7 years ago
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yes merula, you finally get what you fuckign deser- PENNY WHAT DID YOU DO
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rock-n-roll-refugee · 7 years ago
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Felix: Comment dites-vous “une chaussure” en anglais?
Mc: A shoe?
Felix: À tes souhaits
Mc:
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Inspired by @khaki-da ‘s post
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