#hats soon!!!! aaaa

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omg... guess what just got delivered :0ccc

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cain ily

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Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 1: A New Home Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1395 A/N: aaaa im so happy i can finally post it. pls enjoy~ it's hazbin hotel guys, that's a warning in itself

(edited as of Feb 20)

I hopped off the bus clutching my hat in one hand and my bag in the other. Lifting my hand off the hat, I reached inside my coat for a piece of paper.

“Angel Suites, 123 Bullard Avenue,” I muttered reading the paper then looking at the tall building in front of me. I sighed and went inside and was then greeted with a stench of tobacco from the clerk in the front smoking reading a magazine.

I grimaced and knocked on the wooden desk to gain his attention, from the lack of a bell. He lifted his eyes from the paper and narrowed his gaze to glare at me, causing me to break in nervous sweat.

 “Hi, I-I’m Miledy Calliope. I called you yesterday for an apartment room?” I tried to say out cursing at myself from my stutters.

He rolled his eyes, folded his newspaper to the side and opened a small drawer to his right, muttering curses as he looked for my keys. When he finally found them, he threw them at me to which I hastily caught, causing me to drop my belongings.

“The stairs are to the left,” he groaned in annoyance, opening his newspaper again and turning on the radio on his left increasing the volume, seemingly to drown me out if I had any more questions and then taking a drag from his tobacco.

I huffed and drudged to my now apartment room, it was cold and damp inside. It has a somewhat worn-out couch and bed, an empty kitchen. To save myself from a migraine, I plopped down on the bare bed and collected my thoughts to stay calm.

“This is better than nothing at all. Better than staying at that damned place for sure,” I complained quietly looking through the glass window in melancholy. I sat up and rummaged through my bag to find a little rabbit stuffed toy, squeezing it for comfort for being in a new environment and an entirely new life.

For a while, I did as much I could do to make the place cleaner than I found it and homier for me. As the sun went down, cleaned up myself. I wore a glittery loose dress, the length all the way to my ankles, accompanied by bright earrings and a fur coat.

After locking up the door, I headed towards my first gig.  I breathed out a sigh as I tried to shake off my nerves, I stood at the half-filled club. I turned my head when I heard a shrill call for my name.

“Miledy!” I see a short woman theatrically calling my name.

“Miss Mimzy!” I replied excitedly, “Thank you so much for having me!”

“Of course, no problem! Just bring in some bills, yeah?” she joked with her thumb and pointer together to sign for money while winking.

“I’ll try!” I shrugged with a smile.

After a while of talking someone gave me a cue to get on stage. “Good luck, honey!” Mimzy cheered.

As soon as I got on stage and sang in front of the mic with a sudden boost in confidence, I didn’t notice a fine gentleman sitting next to Mimzy greeting her and talking with each other.

“Mimzy! Good evening, my dear,” the brunette greeted tipping down his hat. “A newcomer I see.”

“Hi, Al!” she replied enthusiastically, “Yeah, I scouted her from the city down during my trip. Lovely, isn’t she?”

Alastor merely hummed amused and answered, “A pleasing voice indeed. Would you mind introducing me after the show? I'd love to get to know this new talent of yours.”

Mimzy raised her eyebrow a bit skeptical, “Sure, no problem.”

The further the songs went on the more Alastor was enchanted, barely able to take his eyes off her. However, he noticed that he wasn’t the only one to take interest in her, his face contorted into a sneer when he lustful stares the men had in his peripherals, as they enjoyed their liquor.

When I finished my stage, the place erupted in cheers, whistles and applause making me feel overwhelmed with the attention. I smiled and waved my hand at them, thanking them for enjoying the show. I bounded to Mimzy and her company, where she counted her money.

“That was fantastic, darlin’! Look how much money you raked in!” Mimzy cheered.

“Given how clear and beautiful her voice was, I'd say it's quite deserved!” the gentleman with a glasses complimented. I blushed and replied with a small thank you which he smiled at.

“Miledy, this is my friend Alastor, he works as a radio host right here in New Orleans.”

“Miledy, Miledy Calliope. I just arrived in town today actually,” introducing myself to him and shaking his hand, his grin subtly growing deeper.

“Well, I have to go check the schedules and see when I can squeeze you on stage again. Toodles!” Mimzy smiled with an obsessive glint in her eyes.

Alaster faces me once again, “Can I offer you a drink?”

My smile froze a bit, thinking about it. He analyzes me a bit before adding with a laugh in his tone, “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to harm you! I’m a frequent patron here and a very well-known voice and face here, you know? I neither don’t want to put my reputation to be at risk nor do I want you to have a bad time around here. Just think of it as a welcome gift as friends.”

I thought over what he said and smiled as he went on. I conceded to him, “Alright, why not? Sorry about being so skeptical.”

“No worries at all! It’s great that you’re on your guard. Not a lot of people are like me,” he teased bringing us to the bar.

“What? Tall and charming?” I retorted getting more comfortable around him.

He chuckled charmingly making me blush again, he then joked “Well, I was going for a kind respectable gentleman. I guess that can work too.”

I laughed at his not-so-subtle attempt to improve his self-image while his smile seemed a bit more genuine as he finally heard this woman laugh. He seemed to be enthralled with the image of me laughing and giggling at his remarks that he fished for more reactions out of me while we enjoyed a bunch of drinks.

The night grew colder, we started to gather ourselves and got out of the establishment.

“You sure can hold your liquor, darlin’,” Alastor remarked, he himself flushed red.

“I can say the same to you for a lanky figure like yours, sir,” I teased, “This was fun. Thanks for tonight, Alastor.”

His gaze softened and reached out pat my head which I indulged, finding his touch comforting. Oh, dear was I drunk.

“No problem. It was a fantastic night for me too. Do you have any plans anytime soon?” he asked keeping his hand on the top of my head.

“Mmm. I think I have to buy a few things for my apartment, why do you ask?” I answered, somewhat hopeful raising my eyes at him doe-ishly.

He breathed out a chuckle from my actions and replied, “Allow me to accompany you then. I’ll show you a fantastic store, one where your money’s worth spending to. I’ll free some time in a few days to show you around.”

“I’d like that. Thank you,” I smiled.

“Great! Now come, I’ll escort you back home. These streets are crawling with criminals at these hours,” he explained offering his arm out to me which I latched onto, growing creeped out as we strolled down to my place.

When we were half-way there, I heard a blood curdling scream as clear as day. It seemed so close to me, as if they were screaming in my ears, causing me to freeze and hold onto Alastor tighter. His perked up in alert as he circled his arm around me protectively, unbeknownst to me of the sadistic smile he had in the sick pleasure of the sound of suffering.

Reminding himself of the damsel in his arms, he rubbed had over my back and led me faster. “Don’t worry, doll. It’s nothing, just some pesky crows,” he lied.

I didn’t question further and walked briskly right next to him, blocking my ears as the screams slowly quieted down leaving it to my imagination.

[snowgsf]

Wednesday Addams

Warning: I don't think it's anything important

Summary: You want your girlfriend to take a Christmas photo of you, there is only one way, you can convince her, she just didn't know that you made this proposal because you were going away.

English is not my first language 👍👍

- LEAVES.

Wednesday Addams screams when his extremely colorful girlfriend tries to put a Christmas hat on his head.

She wanted to strangle the girl he called his girlfriend, but she wouldn't, why? Regardless, she didn't dislike that extremely colorful girl like her sister.

— Little sister, better give up. — Enid says as she finishes placing a small, extremely bright red hat on top of Thing.

— Never, come Wednesday, our first Christmas together, and I'll never ask you for anything. — Wednesday looks at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. — Okay, I'll ask for one or two things. — Addams continues with her serious look with an expressionless face. — Okay, maybe five or seven.

—Five or seven? — You feel someone look at the ground.

— Okay, I've already asked you for several things, but just this once, just for the Christmas photo. — Without caring, Wednesday turns her back on you and heads towards part of her room. — Go, I promise it will be the only thing I ask for, Il mio demone. — Without being convinced, the girl with dark circles begins to write her novel.

Slowly you walk towards your girlfriend, her mouth closes to your ear.

— Desist S/a. — You would never give up.

You still remember Enid telling you to give up on your great mission to win over the Crow girl.

— Sweetie, I promise I'll do whatever you want. — She wasn't convinced. — I don't bother you for two hours straight. — Wednesday's fingers begin to press quickly on his typewriter, when you look at the sheet, the word NO, was very explicit there. - 1 day. - Silence. - two? - Silence. — 4 and we don't talk about it anymore. — 1 week of peace in your life, without my happy vibe around you.

Wednesday quickly takes the hat and puts it on his head.

— Let's take this photo soon. — You open your mouth in surprise.

— Aaaa, but now I'm the one who won't take this photo, whoever has seen each other, wants to stay away from me for a week? Start with today.

You were going to leave, but Wednesday pulls your arm towards that Christmas tree that she considered horrible, there were no dead animals there, that was strange.

With a sulky pout you stood next to your girlfriend, Enid still a little surprised by Wednesday with the hat and in position to take a photo she runs putting her cell phone there to take the photo, positioning herself next to her sister she opens a smile.

Thing presses the button to take the photo and "runs" over to Wednesday and jumps on his shoulder, the timer starts counting, you quickly smile and strike a pose even though you're not even a little upset about your girlfriend agreeing to stay away for a week from you.

The photo is taken, with Wednesday with a frown. When you realize you took the photo you turn away from Wednesday.

Your girlfriend looks at you, she watches her steps taking off her hat and then her Christmas sweater and leaving the room, Enid makes a face.

— She's mad at you.

Without caring Wednesday goes to her room. Thing leaves her shoulder and goes to Enid who was looking at the photo that the 4 of you took.

— I give S/her 3 days to complain that she misses Wednesday. — Totally ignoring your roommate Enid starts to bet with Thing that you would come back in 3 days, missing your girlfriend.

It had been exactly 4 days since you simply disappeared from Wednesday's sight, she was disturbed, not in a good way.

She needed peace to write her novel, but she knew that the peace you promised her would leave her disturbed.

"Go after her"

Thing gestures, but Wednesday just ignores it.

— I'm fine without her disturbance. — Thing gestures mockingly.

"If you were well you wouldn't write her name like a mantra and wouldn't even agree to date her"

It was pure truth, Wednesday wrote her name on her pages so many times that she had finished, it was like a gesture for you to come back soon.

— Are you on her side?

"You wanted 1 week of peace, it seems like you're having 4 days of misfortune, not in a nice way like you like."

Another truth, you were the colorful part of Wednesday's life, even though she didn't admit it, she liked your colorful vibe that spread throughout her room.

Looking at her trash full of crumpled paper, Wednesday observes all the papers she wrote her name on without realizing it, whenever she started writing her novel, her mind was dominated by you, the worry that you would just disappear, made her wonder so many things. about how you were that she started writing your name without realizing it.

— If she wants, she'll come after, and you know, Y/n can't go another day without attention.

You didn't come back, you didn't come back for 2 days, it was exactly 1 week, 2 days, 33 minutes, and 30 seconds, now 31, now 32, now 33, now 34.

Yes, Wednesday was counting the seconds that you didn't talk to her again, again Addams buried her own head in her pillow again, the door to her room opens, totally ignoring the presence of her roommate Wednesday lets out a grunt irritated.

“Enid, if you're thinking of a way to piss me off, I swear I'll rip her face and her teeth out, one by one. — Her threat caused a laugh to appear in the room.

A laugh she knew very well.

With an abnormal speed that Wednesday gets up to see a corpse, she gets up and looks at the door, seeing you there, with your skin slightly whiter and your lips purple from the cold.

— Hey, I see that even with me away Enid was irritating you. — The girl observed you closely, thinking it was an illusion. — Hi my lilith.

You take light steps towards Wednesday's bedroom, throwing your own backpack on the wooden floor, a loud noise was heard when the backpack hit the floor.

Without caring, you throw yourself on your girlfriend's bed.

— Is this how you welcome your girlfriend after 1 week and 2 days away?

— 2 days, 34 minutes and 29 seconds. — A beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

— Did you count the seconds? — You mock.

Wednesday realized that it wasn't an illusion, you were just loose enough to throw yourself on her bed and still lie down with shoes on.

Turning her back to you, Wednesday didn't look at her face, without caring about how tired she was, you closed your eyes.

— Tomorrow I'll put an end to your drama, now I'm very sleepy, it's not easy to walk in the snow. — Wednesday's eyebrows came together in a surprised expression.

— Snow?

— Snow. Enid didn't tell you? — Without the strength to get up, you pull your girlfriend's pillow to hug her and smell what she smells. — Mom and Dad traveled, they wanted someone to take care of my brothers for 5 days, the journey from here to there is 2 days. — You mumble as you feel your eyes close. — Let's do it like this, you'll be mad at me tomorrow, for now I just want my girlfriend to hug me for a quick 2 seconds.

With no response you close your eyes, realizing that Wednesday wouldn't give in you sit on her bed.

— I brought you a gift, it’s in my backpack. — It was Christmas Eve. Without hearing a response from your girlfriend, you were getting up from her bed, but her arms wrapped around her neck, and her small body forced you to lie down.

—Tomorrow I will be angry with you.

A smile appeared on his lips. Wednesday wouldn't admit it, but he was almost killing himself missing his daily disturbances.

— I'll miss you too, my love, I almost came running on the third day. — His voice is low.

Playing Wednesday next to her head rests on her girlfriend's shoulder. Her eyes get heavier.

— I will kill you tomorrow.

Wednesday utters, but you just nod as you fall asleep with your girlfriend's body beneath yours.

[shireain]

Get to know 9* people ask game!

Tagged by: @misses-anonymous Hi! Lemme drop some facts about myself :)

Last song listened to: Gold by Unprocessed, though it switched over to Portrait by the same band before I could finish this :P

Currently reading: Not really reading anything at the moment, though I have some fanfics I really gotta catch up on! Like The Delphi Solution by Creamium.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Hmmmm hard one, probably gonna have to go sweet!

Obsession: Transformers :D It's taken over my life completely <3

Relationship status: Taken! For 7 years ;) (love you Noodle <3)

Last thing I googled: "track your parcel" :P I was awaiting a gift from a friend, did the google search while I was at work and it said it had been delivered already ;)

Currently working on: A fic that was meant to be for Halloween, but unfortunately I've been having bad headaches lately that have stopped me from writing. I will hopefully have it done soon though, despite being hella late :P It's an AU thing where Pharma and Trepan are catty vampire friends , and Pharma goes to make Tarn a snack ;)

*Tagging: aaaa I'll just tag a few, @rhewkath <3 and @matrim-cauthons-hat :D

Thanks for tagging me! <3

[chaos-and-clowns]

Aaaa! I'm back!!! With art of the gays!!!

Here are 2 of my OC's from the circus, Dune (Left) and Avery (Right).

Dune:

pronouns: any, but I usually use he/him /they them. Species: demon/ imp but details are unknown (😼) age: 32 (he's a demon tho, so idk) Special thing: he has little horns and some floppy ears under the hat and hair, they can also change their appearance to make it more... Demon-y.

Avery:

Pronouns: he/ him and they/them Species: was human once but after leaving the circus he became a "dripling" (a species my friend came up with that I will get tell u abt more later, lol.) Age: 35 (partner/ Stephanie NOT ROMANTIC. 31) Special thing: as a dripping he has a "partner" Stephanie, who lives in his body as a part of him (Don't know if I described that right) like a parasite.

More info soon!! (And or upon request)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

63. The Body in the Snowdrift

So it's snowing now? It wasn't snowing last episode Eh whatever idk when this takes place

4 more days until my existaversary but that doesn't have anything to do with the episode

I am becoming S T R E S S

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico gets a letter in the mail from Brownstone.

“Hello Deductive Logico. 

Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Dammit! That sounds suspicious. Regardless, I need your help - a lot. I need to talk to you about something of grave importance. Please, come to the monastery, I’m begging you. I don’t want to murder you…”

Would you trust that letter? Logico does. He goes there. And speaking of GRAVE importance, someone’s dead! And it’s BROWNSTONE, A NAMED CHARACTER??? Good thing we weren’t attached to him.

There’s the whole church gang. Mango, Verdigris, Lapis, and… Brownstone’s brother Brownstone. Identical twin, of course. He even has the broken antler on the same side. This is really weird...

BROWNSTONE: ‘Sup. I don’t work here, just wanted to see my bro. [casually points to the corpse] MANGO: They caught me for my crimes, and now I am stuck here in the smol church. [wails] 

Lapis is screaming her head off… just because. Mango is drowning his sorrows in wine.

MANGO: OHM YUM, I INDEED DO LOVE WINE!!! [inhales]

Verdigris is singing [kill me now].

VERDIGRIS: MIIIIIIIINE, OUTSIIIIIII-I-IIIIII-IDE!

The big problem is that she’s GOOD. You know who isn’t good though, are the monks that Brownstone 2 is listening to. 

MONKS: LA LA LA LA LA LOOO, LA LA LA LA LA LOOO, AAAA, AA, AAA

One of them sounds kinda good… the rest of them are shit.

GOOD MONK: A HOLY RED STAIN IS ON THE FORBIDDEN BOOOOOOOKS… BAD MONKS: YOU SACRED FOOL, THAT WASN’T A LIIIIIINE

LOGICO: I could listen to you sing all day… MONKS: THANK YOU.

They all start belting again, and Logi leaves. 

The killer was the UNmasked singer!

VERDIGRIS: [tears in her eyes] The parishioner that Brother Brownstone killed a while ago was my father… and I was bound, by blood, to defend him! 

Brownstone 2 is listening to this. Logico bets that he’s gonna murder her soon.

LOGICO: Goodbye, Deacon Verdigris. VERDIGRIS: WHAT?? BROWNSTONE: My bro had this. You should probably read it, ‘cuz it’s for you.

He hands Logi a note. It says…

“The answer to your questions is not found in the future, but the past.”

Logico doesn’t care. He wanders by the awful singing monks again and stares up at the ‘good’ one, whose voice made him feel something. It looks up at him slightly, and Logico sees FAMILIAR SHADES AND HAT UNDERNEATH THE HOOD-

LOGICO: [outrageous feminine scream]

The end!

Look at this silli bunch

I love fucking around on gacha with all my little murdlers. Can you name everyone in this picture?

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[agent-love-101]

Hey, first of all: LOVE your headcanons 💜

Second: I can't choose between two opposing headcanons for sick Jack Horner.

1. He will not show a hint of weakness until he literally collapses (because he is too embarrassed to admit his weakness because he is a BIG boy, or simply realizes too late that something is wrong with him)

2. He turns into a whiny, moody child with the first symptoms of a mere cold, becoming overly dramatic and demanding attention.

Any ideas?

Aaaa tysm! I’m gonna fuse this with another ask i recently got bc they merge so perfectly <3

Lets see what i can do!

Sick!Jack Horner x Caretaker!Reader

so for the factor of "is he whiny or is he stubborn?" i can't help but think...

can't it be both? >:)

i think it can differ, depending on certain factors!! such as his attachment to you.

if you're just one of his bakers checking up on him because you're worried (and because you have a big crush on him) then he might give you a few tasks, but mostly he'll want you out of his hair. he doesn't need any of his workers knowing he's not feeling his strongest.

his back will constantly face you, not wanting you the see his sickly complexion.

prove yourself to him. prove that he can trust you. that he can depend on you in this time of need.

don't forget about him. pop in on him frequently. as much as he will deny it, he doesn't want to be alone forever.

be persistent. if he denies soup one time, he may accept it the next time.

be patient. he might come around.

once he thinks he can trust you,

then you best believe he will task you with all sorts of things.

oh but don't leave him alone for too long.

when he gets a high fever he will be even needier.

"mmh...y/n..cmere. i'm cold." even though he's 104 degrees.

he grabs your hands and rests them on his face. and you just have to sit there for a while. he's so warm.

you don't mind it, since your hands feel cold, no longer basking in the heat of a batch of nearby ovens.

it's...endearing.

when he's more cognizant, he has so much to complain about.

"i can't smell ANYTHING." "my eyes hurt..." "i'm too hot!!" "i'm too cold!!"

he will also have his stubborn moments. but it isn't as much as you might think.

the occasional "hmph." as you hold out a spoonful of soup. he might swat the spoon away to. he doesn't wish to feel little

it seems like you can NEVER win.

but then the storm subsides, and you're left with the sleepy needy jack.

"y/n..." he mutters out, rubbing his eyes.

"yes, jack?"

"come here...i need you." as he opens his blanket for you to enter his bed with him.

having been on your feet pretty much all day and him asking so incredibly sweetly, you don't delay in shedding a few extra pieces of clothing (like your bakers jacket, hat, etc.) before entering his bed with him.

almost immediately he engulfs you into his arms as he hums contentedly.

its suffocating. but it's heaven.

soon enough, you wake up at dawn, not even knowing you had fallen asleep.

this pattern repeats until he's feeling better....

...and you're not feeling your best.

[mirror-archives]

HELLAO MERLIN YOUR ASKBLOG IS VERY COOL AND EPIC :D

The environment feels so dreamlike and I really like Hatterler's design AND THE FLASHBACK I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THAT- Oughhhh I could go on about all the little details and how they set the tone so so well

THE FACT THAT HE JUST GOT SNATCHED RIGHT THEN ADN THERE AND HIS FAMILY PROBABLY JUST THINKS HE'S STILL OUT THERE SOMEWHERE

Omg and Melvin and the wagon were still outside....... AND THE FEDORA WAS IN THE HOUSE- Oh I have so many questions about what happened after he got whisked away

These little bits of evidence that the man was here, but gone as soon as he came. As if that house swallowed him whole....... Do you think Melvin's wondering where he went?

AAAAUGH

Pardon the rambling I'm just very excited about all of this and I think you're doing an amazing job :D

AAAA!!! THANK YOU!!!! I've actually been going over some of your tags for Hatter and I get so excited to see your thoughts!

And yeah, the Labyrinth is supposed to have this sort of dream-like quality to it, and I am so, so glad that I can pull it off!

To answer some curiosities, (since Hatter's blog is gonna be mainly just his POV) Griselda stepped on the hat on her way out and showed it off to the mom. The two of them shared a laugh about it before hanging it up. They just kind of assumed that Once-ler forgot it and didn't think twice.

Except Isabella swears that she saw her son wearing that old thing before he left...ah well, he got it at an old thrift store in town so maybe he just found a pair. The guy honestly has quite the collection of hats at home already. (His brothers bullied him for having a big forehead growing up, so he would always wear hats to cover it.)

Melvin on the other hand, that mule knew something was off. He ran off after about three days when he realized he wasn't being fed.

On another note, I'm currently working on updating the old reaction pics I had, so hopefully I'll be able to change them all out with my current art style over the next day or so.

[sasaparilla]

May I pretty please ask for Salecrow x a gender neutral s/o who is very appreciative of him and absolutely dotes over him? :3

I hope you like it, sorry if it sounds off character and is such a short prompt, I usually write better in the form of headcanons I guess aaaa + I'm a little bit rusty too. Thank you for the ask tho, your feedback will be much appreciated :0

A doting s/o and their fear mongering effigy. (Gender neutral!)

You and him are such a contrast to each other, that he wonders now how in heavens did you two got along at all.

He paused his reading for a while, holding a page while observing your frame close to the window watching the movement outside. The gloomy weather just made the day perfect for relaxing, but yet you felt you had to make things up for him, venturing far enough to accompany him to this smaller hideout. An usual mood of yours in which he took some time to adapt. He used to be extremely skeptical and wary of your good manners towards him, making his alarming senses not stop for a minute, but knowledge often proves handy and after some narrowing notes on your body language and psych, he only ended up proving his thesis wrong.

Your cherry attitude, the joy in your features and the way you talk whenever close to him doesn't feel forced at all, neither that you're planning something behind.

For the moment, you've been distracting yourself by simply daydreaming while the rain drops gently hit the glass window in front of you, making up a relaxing white noise while you're lost in your thoughts, not noticing the quiet lone audience across the other room eye tracing each detail of yours.

Crane finally lets the page go and closes the book, his attention has drifted away towards you.

Finally catching up that time has been passing, you knock away whatever was on your mind and walk up in return to him.

"It doesn't look like it's gonna stop any sooner." Your voice interrupts the silence.

He raises one of his eyebrows in questioning.

"I mean the rain" You giggle, now already at his side.

He doesn't move much, contrary to his old manner of automatically avoiding any closer contact of yours, although he pushes the book he was reading away,meeting a pile of other documents and a plate of sweets you brought with you to him.

"You look sleepy, why don't you give yourself a break and rest?" You cup up his cheek and lay a small kiss on the fabric of his mask.

Almost like a perfume, he's drawn to your care, which was a win. Previously, he would not respond at all and even look upset, but as all things may age for better or worse, in this case it aged like fine wine.

Your sincere devotion to nothing but his well being appears to be healing to him. Eventually, he allowed you to be more "touchy" and soon your fingers could meet together in a slight hand holding without a warning.

Avoiding your question, he closes his eye for a second, letting his face just rest on your palm peacefully.

Suddenly a flash comes to his mind and he slightly tenses up.

You look at him and find his gaze wandering away with a dark semblance. Perhaps he remembers something now?

Such a creepy look melts away when his eyes meet yours again and as much as he hates to leave you behind, he has to be somewhere else now.

…

"Please, you didn't even sleep these nights." You try to reason with him but he's more focused to check if his fear gas vials on his costume are ready or not.

"Ah, well, then-" Your words are running out low in an attempt to keep him in. "You're gonna get wet and cold in this rain, silly."

He stops what he's doing and turns to you immediately.

You freeze thinking you went too far on your taunt as he slowly begins to approach you.

Swallowing hard you keep staring at him not realizing he was reaching for his long hat behind you in the counter, surprising you by putting it in your head for a moment.

"Who is silly now?" He gives a low chuckle and removes the hat from you, putting it on his head instead.

You sigh defeated knowing well he's about to go but before he leaves you notice the yellowish threads around his neck.

"Wait wait wait." You call for him and he's caught off guard by your tone. "Let me fix it for you."

Still confused by what you're talking about he still bends down a little as you politely asks.

Soon your fingers work to tie a knot on his loose accessory, letting it go in the form of a curly nice tie. Once he returns to reality from your cute gesture he finally whispers.

"Never change, my dear."

[bonesandthebees]

goddd chap 6 of hats is sooo:(

Personal smack cam for me but also:( oddly comforting

Anytime it rains in fics im just like YASSS i love rain sm its such comfy vibes

They are such:( brothers

Wilbur watching tommy draw is soo:((( i love this scene so much

I JUST CONNECTED-- WAS THE WOMAN ON THE BOAT WITH TOMMY SUPPOSED TO BE TOMMYS MOTHER??!?@?#?%?^%$ OHNYGOD [screams]

Awebfjgkffk fuckkk crimeboys are SMACK CAMMING MEEEE

USHDFJFIHRJFKD SOBS CRIES WAILS

FLASHBACKS TO CC CRIMEBOYS :(( TOMMY BEING THE REASON WILBUR GETS OUT OF BED:(( OOOHHH IM GOING TO CRY IM GOING TO BAWL I CANT DO THIS I CANNOT DO THIS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I CANNOT DO THIS

CRIMEBIYS HUG CRIMEBOYS HUG CRIMEBOYS HUG THEY ARE THE BEST :((( ONLY ONES (besides sandduo hehe) EVERRR OHHMYGOODNESS

THE WAY IT ESCALATES MAN

"Sure he had to cook dinner, do laundry, wRITE CHECKS AND FORGE HER SIGNATURE" LIKE HELLODOGKVKFLDNFKGNFG OH DEAR MAN OH FUCKING DEAR !!!

OMG I FORGOT U ACTUALLY PUT IN PERKS RAHHHHSS SOBS CRIES WAILS OHGMUDEIFJDISJF IM GINNA EXPLODE DHDJGKGJ WILBUR READING FOR TOMMY:(( EHTKGKGMD

SCREAMSSSS

I LOVE CRIMEBOYS SO MUCH:((

I loveeee writing rainy days in fics I love rain in general (except when it's a tropical storm lmao) it's so relaxing and I love writing with rain sounds in the background

the mental image of tommy sitting on the floor drawing and wilbur sitting above him watching is just so peaceful to me

yes the woman on the boat was supposed to be tommy's mother! what tommy draws in that scene is actually based off the six of swords tarot card which was his 'past' card he got from ranboo's reading in the previous chapter. it represented the journey he took leaving his past behind to move to this new town to live with wilbur. the book head man (wilbur) is waiting on the shore, while his mother is on the boat, still coming with him bc the weight of her memory is still weighing down his boat

I struggled so much with trying to decide which book fit thematically to throw in there and I thought of perks bc I had a copy sitting right next to me when I wrote this, but I wanted to make sure it actually fit well to include as well and I think it does :) I love perks I need to reread it soon it's been a while

crimeboys aaaa

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[Image descriptions: 1. Post by u/CountryMamaLynn in r/lgbt that says:

My some came out [caps] need advice [end caps] If this post seems a little messy its because I'm typing this out quick. Yall This is a new account I made just now beacuse i need to vent and I'm not sure where else to post this and my family follow my real account. My son 15 just came out yesterday as gay to my husband and my husband kicked him out well I was at work! I got a painiced phone call from my baby telling me everything and let me tell yall I was pissed I left work early and drove over to my house where I saw my baby boy sitting on the curb with his clothes and shit all across the damn lawn and a screaming as if now soon to be ex husband who is not the man I thought I married!!! I gave that bastard a piece of my mind and told him that if he cant be a man and support his son then he can kiss my ass and find someone else to pay his bills. I shoved my boys stuff in the back of my truck and went to hotel that I'm in right now cause my parents cant pick us up till Monday so we can stay with them. I dont know much about this whole gay thing so what can I do to make my kid fell excepted???? [caps] edit [end caps] I took y'alls advice I pay for the house so that mother fucker will be out in a few days and my son will be back in his home. I bought my son a bunch of pride stuff! Apparently hes had a boyfriend for around 7 months now and I'm getting to meet him over facetime tomorrow and I'm so excited!!!! I'm doing everything I can to make him feel loved. Out of everything that's happened the most heart breaking thing was my son saying "I'm sorry I'm crying mom I just need to be strong" I told him that he doesn't need to be strong he needs to be loved and that I'll do anything I can to make him feel that way. God this is the hardest thing in my life

2. Post by the same user that says: Meeting my baby boys bf tomorrow [row of exclamation points]

I’m soooo excited y’all, were meeting over facetime and I’m so happy I’m knitting my son a rainbow blanket and aaaa it’s turning out perfect!

3. Post by the same user that shows the meme of a person yelling at a cat at dinner. The person is labelled, ‘My ex husband trying to kick my son out for being gay.’ The cat has been edited to have a rainbow hat and scarf and is labelled, ‘My son and I kicking him out cause I own the house.’

4. Post by the same user that says: Update yall Mark's reaction (read the previous posts if you're confused) (Incase you dont know this is the after math of me kicking out my now ex husband after he tried to kick out my baby boy for being gay while I was at work.) I called him and very "Kindly reminded" him who owns the house and pays the bills and he was screaming about how "You need me woman, you cant just kick me out whore" and asked to meet in person. So I did but I dont trust him so I brought my adorable camo baseball bat just in case things went south so we met up in front of the house and he was hooting and hollering about how "I was already screwing a different woman so I dont need you!" And obviously this upset me but then I remembered that I dont have to put up with this crap so I told him it's time to haul ass before i make him and he started crying like a baby begging me to let him stay and saying " you'll never find another man like me" and I told him that is the whole point of me leaving him. So he finally left after hours crying like a bitch and now my son and I have lots of extra space!

5. Post by the same user that says: Hay y’all Mama Lynn update I was talking to my son who if you haven’t seen my other posts came out recently, and found out I might not be just a straight ally! I assumed all straight ladys were also just as attracted to other ladys as they were men and I never really thought about it till now but turns out I might be bi??? Is that the right word?? Thanks for all the love n support!!

6. The ‘good for her’ meme of the woman holding a cupcake. \End descriptions]

[Plain text: right at the beginning when she's like how do I help my son feel loved and accepted I'm here shouting [caps] “Queen you already did that by taking his side and leaving that no good husband for having the audacity to kick your baby out.” [end caps] And Good for her! this is the only response to a man who kicks out a child. \End PT]

[ikeuz]

vdsjbs stop cuz I'm smiling so much for no reason 😭😭

Ahh I'm glad you're able to !! I hope you have a good time <3. Omg ikkk I feel like I gonna melt 😭😭 doesn't help with how thick the air feels here but its gonna rain over night so hopefully it'll help refresh lmao.

Tysm !!! lsbsns I'm so happy with how it's all going hehe :3 I'm want to make smth small and matching for me and my two other close irl friends after I'm finished with the headphones!!

ur so precious stop rhejeke 😭

aaa i did have a good time !! thank u sm darling <3

RIGHTT like we need it to rain over here too </3 it’s always so humid n icky outside ugh </3 and it gives me headaches and heat rashes too like i dont deal w the heat well at ALL 😭 i hope u get rain tho !! u def need it </3

aaaa that’s so cute omg 🥹 you could do matching hats or even matching totes !! i also wanna start my crocheting journey, but idk when to start </3 hopefully soon hehe

[shushiyuii]

I'm very intrigued about trust the process Au please go into deep about it.

Thanky you for the ask! And AAAa guess I could talk about how the vampires work and characters in the au?

Also just kind of a warning for blood.

Honestly, the SBI are kind of just your typically misunderstood vampires who have good intentions but the way they go about it is a bit odd because well, they’re no longer human.

Although they size-shift, they feed like ordinary vampires with just usual amounts of blood. And another thing I guess would be interesting is that the vampires behave like literal predators despite being sentient.

Like vampires, they rely a lot on their instincts. For example that one incident with Wilbur *cough cough*. They’re a bit different appearance-wise for example, they are sharp claws, red eyes etc though they are able to disguise themselves as humans, the key indicator would be their eyes.

And now SBI backstory! I’ve talked a little bit about it but I’ll go into a bit more detail here.

Back in the day, Philza was just your average guy working as a butler for the king at the time. And at that time, a noble lady happened to be visiting the kingdom, known as Lady Kristin.

Lady Kristin was remarkable in beauty, anybody could see that yet she always wore a black veil along with her sun hat. And many found that mysterious, yet it only added in her captivating beauty.

Philza was assigned to make Lady Kristin’s stay as comfortable as possible. And soon, they began to talk more and more to a point the two of them decided to run away from their duties and start another life together.

Their attempt was successful and so, they started a new life in a different kingdom. The two of them lived in a subtle cottage that also worked as an animal farm, Phil would take care of the animals whilst Kristin did a majority of the house work as she didn’t like to leave the house.

Sometimes Kristin would leave during the late nights, it concerned Phil but she’d always return with a smile on her face. And the two of them were really happy together and even started a family.

A pair of twins, Wilbur and Techno. Life was stable for a good couple of years until Kristin came home late night from one of her midnight trips, gathering her young sons and telling Phil they had to run.

It didn’t take long for Phil to spot the upcoming mob, and distantly he could hear them yell “Kill the vampire!”. Phil was beyond confused at thought of Kristin being a vampire as he’d never noticed any fangs, eyes or anything.

Despite his confusion, it was still his Kristin and so the two of them ran away from their comfortable home. Wilbur and Techno were about 10 years old at this point and terrified. 

It didn’t take long for the villagers to burn down their home, and continue hunting down for them. With a bit of distance, Kristin suddenly stopped. And turned to Phil, embracing him.

“Kristin, my dear. What’s the-”, she bit down keep into his neck. And soon, nearly all his blood had been drained. Turned. Kristin looked down at Phil as he collapsed to the floor, his sons trying to catch their father’s fall.

“I’m sorry.”, was the last thing she ever said to them as she disappeared. Never to be seen again.

And in his weakened state, the lost of his home and disapearrence of his wife, Phil was heartbroken. And powered through as much as he could for the two most important people in his life.

It was difficult as he was a growing vampire, having to rely on blood rather than food. At times, he couldn’t get out of bed and had to rely on his sons to bring him an individual to eat.

His change was not only difficult on him but also their sons because they were so lost and confused. Their father had become increasingly sick and didn’t exactly understand how to help, and needed to fend for themselves.

It took a while but things soon became a bit stable. Wilbur was quick and sneaky and if anyone came for a fight, Techno was able to handle them for his age. Though, after a couple of months. Their father was found out as a vampire also.

Not wanting the same thing to repeat, Phil chose to fight. So, he hid his sons somewhere safe and slayed a majority of the villagers. And then fled to the forest with his two sons.

After some days, they encountered some creatures. Humanoid and they were known as the Fae. As it turned out, fae and vampires had good relations between each other so they were welcomed by them.

The fae they met were known as Niki and Tubbo. Niki was a kindhearted fae whilst Tubbo was rather mischievous and young, he got along well with Techno and Wilbur. 

And as time passed, the fae became anxious of the growing danger of humans so, Phil agreed to protect the fae and rid of the humans. With the fae grateful, they granted Phil a gift.

A gigantic manor for vampiric size and many smaller room for his two human sons. As time passed and they grew, they two became vampires and aid their father in protecting the fae.

Headcanons!

Wilbur

When Wilbur first turned into a vampire, a fletchling. He was rather adventurous and eager to leave the manor after staying there for so many years. And one day, he snuck out to the nearby village.

Though he grew hungry and dug into one of the villagers. That was his mistake as the villagers grew angry with Wilbur, calling him a monster for something he couldn’t control.

Alone and afraid, Wilbur was forced to fight back and killed many in the village. Once he had the victory, a human on his last breath looked at Wilbur. They made eye contact.

Wilbur was terrified at what he had done, sobbing. And the human who looked at him and drew his final breath, calling him a monster. Wilbur doesn’t like being called a monster anymore.

After that incident, many would believe Wilbur to have abandoned his humanoid emotions like his other relatives but he clung to his humanity, hence why he’s more hyperactive compared to the others.

He’s also quite the mother-hen, reminding his family to feed when necessary.  And that mother-henning is doubled when it comes to Tommy. He grows extremely protective over the boy, especially after that one particular incident. 

Techno

Techno growing up had to look out for his more foolish twin. And often when Wilbur snuck out from the manor, it was Techno’s job to bring him back before Phil woke up and punished the two of them.

And because of it, Techno would often take on the dangers for his twin. Saving him in multiple times. He fought many fights, some with humans and with other creatures and always emerged victorious. 

One time, he got into a fight with a pack of wolves when he had turned. Now, he’s managed to tame the pack of wolves with respect and now they guard the manor. 

Techno is probably the most cold out of the vampires but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. For example, if Tommy were to put his life in danger. Techno would be there to protect him in an instant, he wishes to look out for his younger brother.

Phil 

Philza actually has a unique ability as a vampire, having a strange connection to bats. He’s able to shift into the form of a bat, but mostly just has his wings appear on his back.

He’s also got some bat-like behaviour, for example, he has more sensitive ears. He’s caught Tommy hiding in his office multiple times thanks to this hearing. He also sleeps like a bat.

He can also communicate with bats as they work like his third eye, keeping an eye on things for him. Tommy calls him the batman though he doesn’t quite understand the reference.

He’s forced to take his kids flying a lot, especially Tommy because he really seems to enjoy the skies.

This is over 1K words aaaaaaa

[vibraniumwing]

my heart belongs to you.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein despite of everyone wanting the reader, the reader’s heart only belongs to a certain gryffindor.

WARNING: long fic (really), slow burn, mentions of blood (nothing too bad) but aside from that, nothing else.

A/N: okay so this is an anon request and i honestly just got carried away in writing this. this is so adorable and akdfnksjf okay nonnie i hope you like this. also, this is the first long fic i’ll be posting so aaaa yay for me i guess ?? anyways here, let me shower you with neville fluff. also do you like the banner ?? its kinda bad i know, but i made it uwu

word count: 5.6k

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The Sorting Ceremony is always exciting for any person who shall start their journey in any Magical school, but if you were a 15 year old in the middle of small 11 year olds, it was hard to say that you could feel the excitement due to the shyness that took over you; sticking out like a sore thumb wasn’t exactly all that pleasing. 

As you reached the front of the Great Hall alongside the tiny children, almost all the boys had their eyes on you, instantly swooning at how elegant you carried yourself; causing half the girls inside the room to roll their eyes at how many men were already having heart-eyes at you. 

You didn’t have a clue what the other students were thinking but it made you shift uncomfortably, feeling everyone’s eyes at you and how the whispers seemingly all arrow down at you.

“I wonder who’s that,” Ron whispered to Harry, motioning to the front, his eyes trained on you, “Seems like she’s in our year.” the ginger continued, lifting his head to get a better view of you.

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” You were called by Mcgonagall, motioning you to sit as the Sorting Hat was placed on your head, the pounding that your heart had is ringing through your ears; the anxiousness settling in as the hat made its judgement, “GRYFFINDOR!” it exclaimed, causing the long table of students who had red adoring their robes to cheer quite loudly. 

Slowly getting up, you made your way to the long table where a few cheers and greetings came across your way from the students. Your eyes were frantic in searching for an empty spot at the table, spotting one to next to a boy with round glasses. 

You walked over to the available seat, hesitantly motioning if the spot was taken by anyone, to which the brunette replied with, “I-It’s not taken.” as he barely spared you a glance. Quietly thanking him, you sat down; it was an awkward encounter, no doubt, but you couldn’t blame him You were as timid as he is when it comes to meeting new people. 

“Seriously Harry- Alright let me switch places with you.” The girl next to him said, motioning the two of them to swap places which the other happily complied with. She then turned to face you with a warm smile, “I’m Hermione Granger” She introduced herself, offering her hand which you gratefully accepted and shook. 

“I know you’ve heard already but I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). I studied in Ilvermorny for the first four years before moving back here because of my dad’s work,” You properly introduce yourself, now settling down on the bench as the food popped up from the table, making you jump lightly. “Pleasure to meet you, Hermione.”

She smiled once more, “The pleasure’s mine.” her words calming the nerves that had been bugging you since the start of the night. As the two of you turned to silence, you took this moment to finally munch on some snacks.

The two males next to her nudged her from behind, making the girl look at them with a serious face, discussing something in a hushed tone before turning back to you, “So (Y/N), these two are my friends” Her words making you look at her with a small smile. 

“I’m Ron Weasley.” The ginger introduced, giving you a single nod which you returned.

The one with round glasses then spoke up, “I’m Harry, Harry Potter” as he mirrored the smile you had. 

You looked at the both of him with a happy expression, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” 

The night then rolled on normally—with the exception of Umbridge’s interruption of Dumbledore’s speech— and you soon found yourself walking up the moving staircase with the trio. Usually, it was hard for you to converse with anyone at first meet but something about these three just made you blend in so well.

That’s when you knew you would fit right in.

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The next day soon came and you were skipping your way down to the Common Room to go head for breakfast when a tiny firework that burst in front of your face made you stop in your tracks. The quiet little pop it made resonated throughout the room of what seems to be rather sleepy first years who were also waiting on their friends. 

“Oh sorry about that!” A rather tall ginger approached you, giving you a sheepish grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Your eyes observed how he shared the freckle-littered skin Ron has and how he sported the same fiery orange your friend has. ‘Must be his brother’ You thought, shrugging lightly as you sat down by the table. “No harm done, Weasley.”

The surprised look on his face was dead give away that your guess was correct, “How’d you know I was a Weasley?” he questioned, grabbing the seat next to you as he squinted his eyes, “Are you a Legilimens?”

His question made you laugh, shaking your head the thought he had, “Sadly, I’m not. The freckles and the hair were pretty solid evidence that you are— not to mention, the reaction you had when I called you by your last name.” You explained, the shit-eating grin never leaving your lips as his face contorted into one of amazement. 

He was about to open his mouth when someone who looked exactly like him popped up from behind him, “Freddie, getting along already with the new girl?” making ‘Freddie’ look at him with a smirk similar to yours, nodding. “Well I was about to, George.”

“You two are twins?” You suddenly asked, making the two of them stop in their conversation to look at you; the realization of how stupid your question was made you visibly cringe, your nose scrunching up as you shook your head, “Okay wait, let me rephrase that queston— who’s who?” 

The two chuckled lightly, the one standing leaning against the backrest of the chair as the other one leaned forward on the table. “Try to guess who is who” they both replied at the same time, confused even more.

“Oh stop it you two” Another ginger spoke up, making you look at her in surprise. You took note of how she had the same features the twins and Ron had, thinking that maybe she was their sibling as well. She was with Hermione who was looking at you rather curiously. 

“Sister dearest, we were only asking if she could tell who is who” the one standing answered, giving you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes playfully at the way he was so laid-back with his actions. 

“Just so you know, I don’t even know your proper names. I only heard you say Georgie and Freddie.” You retorted, standing up and walking over to the two girls who were already giving them smirks. 

The girl from earlier spoke up as you joined them, “I’m Ginny, by the way. Theirs and Ron’s youngest sister.” She introduced herself, giving you a warm smile to which you mirrored, offering your hand, “I’m (Y/N)” 

“The one standing is George and that one on the chair is Fred.” Ginny explained, pointing at the twins who were playfully scowling at the girl for giving away their identity so easily. 

You turned back to look at them, “Pleasure to meet the both of you” You say, bowing playfully before looking back at Ginny and Hermione who were quietly snickering, “Right, shall we go get breakfast now?”

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The rest of the day flew by rather quickly, you’ve enjoyed all your classes except your Defense Against the Dark Arts (for obvious reasons) but that didn’t really affect your day. 

You were now lounging around the Common Room with Ginny, watching how Fred and George were selling their products to first years, laughing at the effects of the treats they were giving them. “Your brothers are natural businessmen, Ginny.” you commented, sitting back down on the seat comfortably.

Ginny shrugged lightly as a proud expression painted over her face, “They’ve got a knack for trouble that’s for sure, but their inventions are no doubt the best.” She said, getting comfortable on the floor as she leaned back into the seat that you were in. 

Your eyes roamed the room and you saw a brunette quietly tending to his Mimbulus Mimbletonia alone, you didn’t know what it was but he immediately piqued your interest as you remembered him to be the one to speak up after Harry and Seamus’ feud the night before, making you tap Ginny’s shoulder, “Who’s that?” as you motioned to the male.

Ginny looked over to where you pointed at, “Oh that’s Neville Longbottom” she replied, looking at you curiously, “What’s up with him?”

You shook your head, eyes never leaving his peaceful expression while caring for his plant, “He does quite well in taking care of his plant. It just intrigued me, that’s all.” you lied, shrugging as you tore your gaze from him to look back at Ginny. 

She nodded, “I’m guessing you have a thing for plants as well. You’d get along with him, he’s invested in Herbology.” Ginny shared, munching on the muffin she had sneaked out from the kitchens and looked back at you. “He’s very shy at first but he’s no harm.”

You hummed softly, pretending to look back on the book that was resting on your lap as your eyes glanced at him from time to time, biting down on your lip in an attempt to stop the smile that the butterflies in your stomach are starting to give you. 

“Oh just go over there and stop being a wuss and go talk to him, I’m sure he’ll like you.” Ginny nudged, head secretly pointing at the male with a devilish smile on her lips. 

Knowing that devious smile of hers meant trouble, you gave in and stood up, glancing down at her with a ‘if this fails i will jinx you’ look before making your way towards the quiet Gryffindor. You were always nervous when approaching people for the first time, but nothing could compare to how you were feeling right now.

“That’s a Mimbulus Mimbletonia, right? Those are very rare.” You spoke up as you reached the table, giving Neville a small smile as he looked at you with a surprised expression. “My mom only saw that once back at my aunt’s place in America, the nasty little thing spurted out this sap that smelled so rancid.” You shared, laughing softly at the memory. 

“I’m (Y/N), by the way” You introduced yourself, giving him a warm smile as you grabbed the vacant chair and sat across him, playfully peering through the magical plant. 

“I’m Neville, Neville Longbottom” he introduced himself, carefully moving the plant to the side to get a better view of you. His cheeks were flared at the realization that the girl everyone was talking about was talking to him, let alone be the first to approach. “Y-You seem like you know a lot about magical plants.” He continued, placing the tweezers he was using on the table, putting his attention on you.

“My mom’s a Herbologist so I’ve started young, honestly” You told him, looking at the plant before looking back at him with a grin, “Where on earth did you get this plant in the first place?”

His eyes glanced at the plant before looking back at you with a proud expression, “This was a gift to me” making your lips form a small ‘o’ in amazement.

“Actually, did you know that…” 

The conversation that soon followed was so natural and fun that you didn’t even notice the Common Room slowly being emptied out, until Neville brought it up. “Oh, we’re the only ones left” he said, making you look around to see that indeed, the two of you were left. 

“Oh we should head back to our dorms then” You told him, standing up from your seat and gave him a smile, walking towards the stairs and turning around to look at him, “See you tomorrow, Nev”

This made the male turn around and sported a toothy grin, “See you, (Y/N).”

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“Okay fifth-years, today we are learning about the Chinese Chomping Cabbage and how to re-pot them.” Professor Sprout’s voice echoed through the Greenhouse, making all of you look at the teacher, peering over to see the plant chomping on a carrot. You’ve encountered this plant numerous times due to your mother’s side-job of growing these to brew Skele-Gros.

You leaned to your side to whisper to Neville about your experience with the said magical plant, but when you turned around, Neville was pushed to the far back and was placed with an unfamiliar face, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Uh, not to be rude or anything but who are you exactly?” you questioned the boy, upset that your friend had been kicked to the back of him and his side goons. 

A confident smirk washed over his lips and stood proudly, “I’m Callum Williams, a Ravenclaw.” the young boy introduced, making you smile at him with disinterest, turning back to listen to Professor Sprout who was already showing everyone how to carefully re-pot the biting creature without getting hurt or breaking anything.

“Alright now, carefully-” Her voice was drowned out with the same boy whispering in your ear, “These are Chinese Chomping Cabbages. Saw a few of them myself back in the summer.” Callum shared, making you look back at him with an irritated expression, nodding and turning back to listen to the teacher in front.

“Now, do it yourselves” Was Professor Sprout's last instruction, giving everyone the leeway to do their own thing in replacing the biting vegetable. Your eyes looked back at Neville who was already readying the next pot for the plant, looking up to meet your gaze and shoot you a grin, making you shoot him an apologetic one in return.

You heard the male next to you clear his throat, making you sigh and look back at him, “As I was saying, these plants couldn’t do no harm to me at all. Look.” Callum boasted, playfully waving the wand at the calm cabbage making you widen your eyes, knowing better than to do something as foolish as that.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you-” but your words were too late for the poor boy as the plant reached over and chomped on the wand, effectively bending it in half, making you cringe and snicker at his own ignorance of the subject. 

“Mr. Williams! Haven’t you been listening to what I instructed? 5 points from Ravenclaw” Professor Sprout said, making everyone from his house groan and the male blush a deep hue in shame for his actions, making you look at him with a teasing grin, patting his shoulder.

“Maybe try not to be a show-off next time and listen to the professor’s instruction.” you said, your tone a very teasing one as your irritation from earlier was slowly fading away, seeing Neville laughing quietly to himself.

The sight gave you the same butterflies you felt the first time you saw him, making you smile as you tended to the plant in front of you.

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After William’s attempt in flirting with you, a lot of other boys tried to sway your emotions with gifts and Herbology facts after knowing your love for the subject, but all of them deemed ineffective as your eyes were only trained to one person, who was actually sitting in front of you.

“Hey (Y/N), are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” McLaggen suddenly approached, plopping down on the seat next to you, his awful cologne hitting your senses way too soon making you shift away from him. 

“Uh yes, I am actually.” You answered, trying to be polite as you went back to your dinner, praying to Godric that he leaves you alone. His mere presence annoys the living light out of you and you aren't sure how long you can keep up this kindness for him. “I’m actually going with someone, if you were going to ask that.”

This came as a surprise for the male, making him look at you in disbelief, “and who might that be?”

“Neville. I’m very much excited for tomorrow, actually.” You were quick to answer, making the boy in front of you choke on his dinner, caught off guard at the mention of his name, but was quick to catch on, coughing as he sipped on his pumpkin juice. 

“I can’t believe this,” Cormac said, shaking his head as he stood up, retreating back to his original spot, making you sigh in relaxation, actually happy that he was gone. 

“I’m so sorry about dragging into this mess, Nev.” you apologized, giving him a sad smile, feeling bad about using him to get away from a male yet again.

He shook his head, brows furrowing lightly as he leaned into the table, a small smile on his lips, “I was actually planning on asking you after dinner.” Neville said, making you blush in surprise, the butterflies in your stomach. 

“See you tomorrow then.”

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“A little bird told me you scored a date with your lil ol’ crush” Ginny’s voice bounced through your dorms, making you bump your head against the cover of your trunk. You looked back at her with a slight glare as you rubbed the spot you’ve hit. 

You then looked at Hermione who was pretending to read a book, failing to hide the smile that was on her lips, “It’s not a date!” You told Ginny, resuming to find a sweater you were going to wear for tomorrow’s event with Neville.

“Oh sure it’s not and I’m not a Weasley” Ginny answered back, sitting down beside you with the same shit-eating grin plastered on her lips, “If it’s not a date, why are you desperately looking for something to wear tomorrow, hmm?” 

This made you drop whatever you were doing and looked at the ginger, realizing that you were, in fact, a worried mess for tomorrow. You never cared for what you wore during your weekends at Hogsmeade, usually throwing on whatever was for the weather and headed down with Ginny and her friends, but there was something different with Neville.

“Okay maybe I am worried for tomorrow, what if I look ugly and he takes it back and goes with his friends instead?” You sighed, shoulders slumping at the thought.

This was where Hermione chimed in, looking at the mess of clothes before sitting on your bed, “That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/N). Have you seen how Neville looks at you? He’s clearly mad for you.” She exclaimed, quite surprised that you’ve said that about yourself.

“Clearly, you haven’t seen the amount of boys who try to hit on you because you’re all googly eyes for him.” Ginny continued, also looking into the trunk when she saw the perfect gray knitted sweater for you to wear. “Now how about this?”

You turned to look and saw the sweater, making you nod in agreement, “Alright. I’ll wear this one then.” taking clothing from her and folding it by your lap, looking at the both of them with a smile, “I don’t know how I’d survive without the two of you.”

“We know.”

---

You looked at yourself once more in the mirror, straightening out the jacket you wore over your knitted sweater and headed on down to the Common Room to see Neville waiting for you by the end of the stairs. 

“Good morning, (Y/N)” he greeted, giving you a smile as you stood beside him, securing his scarf before motioning you to walk with him, “Ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Nev.”

---

“Where on earth are you taking me, Mr. Longbottom?” You asked him, following his brisk movement along the village, your teeth chattering from the cold wind gushing through your face. 

He stopped in his tracks, facing you with a small smile, “You’ll see soon enou- wait are you cold? Why didn’t you tell me?” Neville said, quickly taking off his scarf to wrap it around your neck, securing it with a loose knot.

“B-but what about you?” You asked him, eyes wide at his gesture. 

He shook his head and replied, “I’m not that cold anyways. Keep that as long as you need it.”

And with that, the two of you kept walking until you reached a somewhat run-down inn, your eyes reading ‘Hog’s Head Inn’ sign before noticing Dean who was waiting by the door, “Took the two of you long enough! Let’s go in, it’s freezing in here.” He shouted, opening the door to the pub before turning back to the both of you, “By the way, nice matching sweaters,” He teased, making the two of you look down to see that indeed, you were wearing the same clothing.

“L-let’s go in, shall we?” You asked, motioning to the door. Neville shyly nodded, walking towards the door and opening it for you, “After you, (Y/N)”

You smiled, walking inside the shabby looking place with him behind you.

---

The next sort of events happened in such a whirlwind, finding your eyes wide in surprise at what Harry had gone through within his stay at Hogwarts. You believed that You-Know-Who was back because of your Aunt’s warnings to stay in America rather than to go back to London; but you didn’t know that it was Harry who had faced him the flesh. 

You had this big resentment towards Umbridge as well so you were completely on-board with joining this secret organization your friends have made. “D-did he really kill a Basilisk?” you whispered to Neville, eyes still on Harry as he explained what could possibly happen when you’re actually in battle. Neville nodded, “He did, it was amazing how he did it honestly.” he replied, making you nod in agreement.

“That’s why we need your help, because if we’re going to have any chance at beating—” Hermione explained, stumbling over her words “—Voldemort.” she finished, glancing at all of you before looking back at Harry.

“He’s really back?” The boy in front of you (which you learned his name to be Nigel) asked, making Harry nod once. 

“Well then, if You-Know-Who’s really somewhere out there, I’m here to support Harry any way I can.” You spoke up, giving the trio a knowing smile which they returned with grateful faces. 

You were now writing your name on the list of students who would join Dumbledore’s Army when Ron leaned in to whisper, “You and Neville look great together” making you look at him in shock, shaking your head immediately as his assumption. Your head snapped up and looked at Ron, then at Hermione and Harry who were agreeing with Ron. 

“W-we’re just friends, nothing else.” You denied, knowing that he doesn’t feel the same way as you do. You shot the three a small smile as you set the pencil down, walking over to Neville who was chatting with Dean. 

“Blimey (Y/N), you even have Neville’s scarf? Is there something going on between the two of you?” The talled boy asked, making the both of you shake your head in disagreement, cheeks both flushed red at the question. 

“We’re friends, Dean.” Neville was the one to answer this time, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he looked back at his friend to resume whatever topic they were speaking about.

You were the first one to deny any speculations about the two of you, but why were you so hurt when Neville was the one to say it?

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The holiday break was over and all of you were back at Hogwarts, meaning that the D.A meetings were back on track and you were more than ecstatic to learn more spells. You were arranging your clothes back into your drawer when you caught sight of an unfamiliar scarf, grabbing it from under the heap of clothes, you finally saw the scribbled “Longbottom” on one of the ends.

You smiled fondly, recalling how he gave it to you without hesitation, making your heart flutter at the gesture. Bringing the piece of clothing up to your nose, you can barely pick up Neville’s minty scent, making you smile even more.

“I guess it’s time to give you back, I guess.”

---

You carefully looked around the hallway, eyeing for anyone from the Inquistorial Squad before entering the Room of Requirement. 

Instead of seeing a room filled with students, you were greeted by Neville and Harry’s backs, deep in conversation. “I’m quite proud to be their son.” Neville’s voice echoed through the empty space, “but i’m not sure if i’m ready for anyone to know just yet.” He continued, his voice laced with sadness. 

You knew what he meant, remembering every story he’s ever told you about his parents, how his mother would give him gum wrappers whenever they visit— even showing you how many he’s kept over the years of him visiting with his grandmother— and your heart swelled even more for the boy, knowing that what he’s doing is not only for himself, but for his parents as well. 

“We’re gonna make them proud, Neville. That’s a promise.” Harry’s voice soon followed and as their conversation stopped, you stepped in, clearing your throat. The both of them looked back, relieved to see that it was only you. 

“Mind if I have a word with Neville, Potter?” You asked, to which he shook his head, stepping aside and playfully motioning his hand over to the latter, patting him on the shoulder before leaving the two of you alone. 

Your heart was pounding at the sudden quietness that enveloped the two of you, your hand gripping the scarf tighter, “Neville, just so you know, I think your mum and dad are very proud of you.” you said gently, stepping towards him with a warm smile, to which he returned with a similar one. 

His eyes avoided yours, the tip of his ears red that you’ve caught him in such a vulnerable state, “And if it means anything, I’m also very proud of you.” you added, stepping another inch closer, now making him look at you. 

When he looked into your eyes, Neville only saw sincerity and love filling them, making his heartbeat quicken in its pace. He’s always had a crush on you but he never really put anything into action because of the fear that you might not feel the same way. He was about to open his mouth, about to admit his feelings when you heard the door open once again, the voices of the other members filling the room. 

He shut his mouth and sighed in defeat, thinking that maybe it wasn’t the right time for his feelings. 

“H-here’s your scarf, by the way. I accidentally brought it home for the break.” You spoke up, coughing lightly as your cheeks reddened, realizing how close the two of you were before stepping back to hand him his scarf, “Good luck with today’s spells, Nev.” You bid him before turning your back to run towards Ginny and Hermione.

---

“A full-bodied patronus is the most difficult to produce but shield forms can also be queally useful against a variety of opponents.” Harry explained, walking around the litter of students who were trying their hardest to conjure their patronus. 

You were by the corner, struggling to even produce a single stream of light when Harry spoke up again, “Fantastic, Ginny!”, making you look her way to see that she had actually conjured a full-grown horse while you couldn’t even make anything out of it. Your shoulders were slumped at the frustration you feel for yourself. 

“Think of the happiest thing you can.” You heard the golden boy’s voice once more, causing you to avert your attention to Neville who was also struggling to make his patronus, smiling at how adorable his focused look was. 

Your eyes lingered around everyone who was fascinated by the animals that filled the Room of Requirement, amazed at how powerful happy memories are to protect a person. As you turned to look at Ron, you were surprised to see the figure of a Jack Russell Terrier run and knocking an unsuspecting Neville down. 

You snickered quietly at your friend’s unfortunate set-up, you closed your eyes to try and focus on something that truly made you happy; head raking through the endless memories you have made with different people that made your heart bounce with joy.

Until Neville’s goofy smile popped up in your mind, making you smile at the small memory of his features carved deep within your mind and heart.

As you opened your eyes, you muttered the incantation and with the flick of your wand, a St. Bernard dog leaped from the ray of light and wagged its tail, walking around the people in the room.

Your head turned around to call Neville, wanting him to witness this moment when a sudden boom echoed from the other side of the wall, making everyone stop in their tracks. The spirit animals of the students slowly vanished as the wall of their entrance continued to create noise. 

As Harry and Nigel got closer to the source of the noise, Neville was quick to rush to your side and put you behind his back as small pieces of the wall flew around the room. You peeked against his side, heart racing as his subtle minty smell filled your senses, managing to calm down your fast heartbeat. 

The next thing you knew, the whole wall imploded and Neville’s arms were around you, shielding you from the big chunks of the wall. As he let go, you saw Umbridge, Flich, The Inquisitorial Squad and a guilty looking Cho on the other side. 

---

You balled your hand into a fist as you walked out of the Great Hall, jaw clenched as you tried to fight back the tears that welled up.

Dumbledore’s Army had been caught by the Inquisitorial Squad and all of you were sent into detention, forced to use the black quill that engraved deep scars into your hands, as “a reminder of what happens to students who disobey the rules”

As you reached the Common Room, you sat down by the couch, letting your wounded hand’s blood freely drip down. You were too tired to even cast a basic healing spell on yourself, drained from Umbridge’s horrid ways. 

Almost lulled into slumber, you’ve been awakened by Neville who grabbed your wounded hand and continued to clean up the mess, gently wiping away the blood with his handkerchief. Silence wrapped the both of you up comfortably, his wordless actions making a warm feeling spread across your chest, sending you into a wholesome state of euphoria at the realization of how much you adored the dark-haired boy.

“Neville” You whispered, making his brown eyes meet yours for a split second before placing your lips against his slightly chapped ones, capturing it in a sweet kiss.

His eyes were wide with your sudden gesture, remaining still as the both of you stayed in that position. Neville was in more than just disbelief, his heart beating out of his ribcage when he felt you slowly pull away from his lips, frowning subtly at the loss of your warmth against him. He searched for the adoration that he’s always seen in your (E/C) orbs, finding comfort in knowing that his feelings were reciprocated.

That the girl who had everyone wrapped around her finger, returned the emotions he swore to keep under the carpet. 

His silence broke your heart, thinking that you were rejected and you ruined the only thing that made you happy. “N-Nev, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me, you just looked so perfect and-” but what you didn’t expect was for his lips to be reconnected with yours, his larger hand holding your smaller ones gently, thumb coaxing against your knuckles.

Neville broke away from the kiss, opting to rest his forehead against yours as he asked, “Y-you like me too?” his voice laced with hope and happiness as his eyes met yours once again. 

You hummed in agreement, letting your other hand reach up to place it against his neck, the pad of your thumb coaxing his soft skin, “I’ve always had, Neville.”

Leaning back, you saw the confusion etched on his features, “But there were so many boys who are much more good looking and worthy than me, s-so why?” He asked, tone now filled with worry at the realization that he might not be the right person for you.

“Because it was always you Neville. In the sea of people who liked me for my physical appearance, you were the only one who looked passed that and saw me for who I really was. You are worth so much more than what you think of, my love.” comes your answer, heart fluttering at the sight of him leaning into your palm, feeling the tension of his body release. 

“I may not come from much, (Y/N), but I promise to always protect you. I promise that my heart only belongs to you.” Neville said, showing you the same smile that filled your heart with joy, the memory that made you the happiest. 

“So does my heart, Neville. My heart belongs to you.”

---

BONUS:

“Oi Fred! George! You owe us four sickles” a certain Weasley and a brown haired girl whispered, overlooking the sweet moment the two of you shared by the stairs.

As much as they loved the slow burn the two of you had, they needed their own fun by placing bets who would confess their love first and how it would go down. Your two friends betted that you were the first to move while the twins went with Neville.

“Merlin, remind me to never trust Longbottom again.”

“I swear this is your fault, Freddie.”

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Damiano walking on the street with his five or four year old and holds her hand abd has her in front of him because he doesn't want her to get hurt anddd i can also see taken pics from fans of him with his traditional hat and sweater and beard, holding her hand and looking at her with a concentrated look to make sure nothing happens nfndndn

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