#henry s. tag tba

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@historiavn ( abraham lincoln ) sent “what are you doing here?”

         there's  a  tone  in  the  question  that  henry  can't  quite  place  ,  although  he  supposes  that  abe  had  his  reasons  for  it  .   he  never  questioned  the  other  man's  reasoning  ,  although  henry  had  made  it  his  business  (  or  maybe  even  a  hobby  )  to  keep  his  nose  as  thoroughly  into  abe's  business  as  possible  .  maybe  that  wasn't  the  best  thing  to  do  ,  in  retrospect  ,  but  abe  wasn't  the  most  steadfast  friend  he'd  ever  come  across  .   the  man  couldn't  listen  to  the  rules  that  henry  had  given  ,  even  if  they  were  given  with  good  reason  .   well  ,  they  were  given  with  good  reason  at  the  time  ,  even  if  the  reasoning  at  the  core  was  selfish  .

         he  needed  someone  to  assist  him  ,  but  it  required  that  he  kept  their  focus  as  much  as  possible  .   unfortunately  ,  or  fortunately  ,  abe  didn't  listen  to  he  crucial  part  of  his  rules  .   the  business  of  vampire  hunting  ,  regardless  of  whether  one  was  a  vampire  or  not  ,  left  little  room  for  any  outside  attachments  .   the  lack  of  attachments  meant  ,  statistically  ,  it  was  easier  for  them  to  pick  up  &&  move  to  a  different  location  ,  or  make  sure  that  their  ideals  were  more  concrete  .

         henry  hadn't  expected  that  abraham  would  enter  into  politics  ,  or  even  become  the  president  . 

         “  what  ?   can  i  not  visit  you  at  your  home  ?  ”  he  asked  ,  making  sure  that  he  kept  his  distance  &&  stuck  to  the  proverbial  shadows  .

         honestly  ,  there  weren't  a  lot  of  shadows  that  he  could  readily  find  at  the  white  house  .   he  felt  the  name  was  a  little  on  the  nose  ,  but  he  wasn't  going  to  bring  that  up  .   okay  ,  so  he  might  bring  that  up  ,  but  on  another  occasion .   in  this  moment  ,  there  was  business  to  attend  &&  he  didn't  want  to  stay  there  any  longer  than  he  needed  .   “  i  need  to  speak  with  you  ,  if  you  have  time  .  ”

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) - Part 2

Hello hello! Welcome to part 2 of Alone With You! This chapter we have more sweet Will, lots of flirting, and even some video games and pizza. I hope you enjoy! If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Tooth rotting fluff, Boss! Will, age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Will is in his early 50's), AU where Will isn't a murderer, mutual pining, flirting, dad jokes, Will being his usual awkward adorable self, Home Sweet Home adjacent, a love letter to the wonderful story "Bunny Ears" by @yellowbunnydreams that falls into a very similar vein as this, I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

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Word Count: 5,236

Part 1 - Part 3 (TBA)

You smoothed your hands down the front of your work uniform, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror before heading out the door. You twirled your keys around your finger as you bounced down the steps, oddly excited to get to work today. You rounded the corner of your house only to find the spot where you normally parked your car completely empty. “Shit.” You curse, letting out an aggravated groan. You had neglected the fact that Will was the one who had driven you home the other night, and you had never ended up returning to Freddy’s to pick your car up afterwards. Normally, you wouldn’t mind walking to work. But, with the trek being over an hour long, you currently didn’t have the time to do so. You jogged back inside, picking up the phone and calling the first person to come to mind. “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, how can I help you?” You immediately recognized the chipper voice on the other end of the line.

“Mer, could you go grab W–” you caught yourself, “Mr. Afton from parts and services.” You grimaced, hoping she wouldn’t notice that you had almost called him by his first name.

“Mr. Afton?” She repeats back in a confused tone. “Yeah… Yeah, I’ll be right back.” You could hear the lively buzzing of the arcade in the background; the excited screams and shouts of children, the pings and whirrs of all your favorite game machines, you could just barely make out the song playing loudly from the stage, Freddy and the gang about half way through their set. Every second you sat with the receiver pressed to your ear only made you more anxious. Your heart jumped into your throat when you finally heard the phone get picked up off of the counter.

“Rabbit.” You couldn’t stop the immediate smile on your face at the sound of Will’s voice. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just completely forgot that I don’t have a car.” The deep rumble of his chuckle made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“That was something we completely overlooked, wasn’t it?” He mutters into the receiver. “I’ll come pick you up, I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” You exchange your goodbyes before he hangs up, the dial tone ringing in your ears as you just stand there for a moment, unable to make yourself move. You knew that this was more than likely going to happen if you called him, and to be honest you were really hoping your hunch would be right. Will was very easily able to come and go as he pleased, it would be no trouble for him to come swing by and get you. But, the fact that he immediately dropped everything just to come pick you up, the fact that there was not an ounce of hesitation in his answer, it made your heart pound.

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“I have to run out for a few minutes, are you alright here?” Henry shot Will a perplexed look at the sudden statement.

“And just where are you off to in such a rush? Got a hot date?” Henry chuckles, not missing the momentary flash of panic that crossed his friends' features. Henry gasped, jutting an accusatory finger in Will’s direction. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” He snaps back immediately.

“Nothing happened when the two of you had dinner the other night?” Will let out a strangled sound, sporadically gesturing with his hands, wondering why he was getting interrogated all of a sudden.

“She forgot to come back to get her car, that’s the only thing that happened.” He explains with a groan.

“William–”

“What? Are we going to sit around and gossip? Do you want me to make some tea? Do you want me to tell you about how smart and funny she is? Or about how we sat there and drank wine and just talked for hours and it was the happiest that I’ve been in the last twenty years? About how her eyes sparkle, or how nice her laugh is, or how she scrunches up her nose when she talks about something she doesn’t like, or how I’m in love with her–?” Will froze, the words leaving his lips before he had a chance to fully think them through.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you, what was that last part?” Will didn’t even have to look at Henry to hear the shit eating grin in his tone. He swallows thickly, burning holes into Henry’s nameplate. “Will, you’re gonna have to grow some balls and be honest with her.” Henry chuckles. “Don’t make me get my wife involved, she’ll have you married before the end of the month.” He jokingly threatens.

“Keep Sara out of this.” Will warns playfully. “I’ll be back.” He waves over his shoulder as he heads out.

“Don’t get into any trouble, remember having sex in a car is still indecent exposure!”  Henry calls after him. Will flips Henry off before slamming the door shut behind him, grumbling to himself as he shakes his head. He dragged his palms down his jeans, his hands unusually clammy as he headed out the back. He slid into the driver’s seat of his car, smiling slightly to himself at the memory of your small form seated at his side. He didn’t want to waste any time getting to your place, wanting to see you again as soon as possible. Despite only having spent a couple days apart, Will would have sworn it was an eternity. He missed the warmth your smile spread through his chest, all of your shy glances, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he pushed the thought from his mind. Will was still reluctant to believe that you could possibly harbor any type of deeper feelings for him. Having chalked up the kiss on his cheek the other night to nerves and feeling a bit emboldened by the wine. He knew it would probably be for the best if he just moved on, forgetting about the evening the two of you shared together. But, he couldn't deny the way his heart pounded and his lips instantly pulled into a smile the moment he saw you excitedly waving at him as he pulled up. 

You jogged over to his car, sliding into his passenger seat effortlessly. “Thank you for picking me up.” You smile warmly at him. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I’m only doing it cause you’re cute.” He teases you with a wink, making your cheeks grow warm. “Besides, I told you if you needed anything to call me…” You catch the sight of a faint smile lacing its way across his lips. “I’m glad you did.” You relax into the worn leather seats, letting the warm afternoon sun wash over you as it streamed through the car's window.

“What can I say? I knew my knight in shining armor would show up.” You share a coy smile.

He says your name softly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. “I just want you to know, you can call me anytime… even if you don’t have a reason to… and I’ll be there.”

“Don’t say that, I’ll call you just to talk your ear off.” You joke with a chuckle.

“And I would gladly drop everything just to hear your voice.” Your heart leapt into your throat at his statement. You smile, your attention dropping to your lap as you begin to fidget with your fingers. The ride to Freddy’s was a lot shorter than you would have liked, knowing that once you set foot through those doors the two of you were almost guaranteed to get swept apart in the chaos. Your eyes met his, freezing in place under the striking silver that studied your every movement, just as reluctant to leave the safe confines of his car as you were.

“Don’t work too hard.” You say with a sad smile. That same feeling had settled itself in your chest much like it had when the two of you parted ways the other night. That deep heavy ache of just wanting to stay in his company.

Will stuck close to your side as you walked up to the building, hands shoved in his pockets and his strides noticeably slower than usual. He holds the door open for you, making you giggle as he motions for you to walk in first with a lopsided grin. “Have a good day. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm as the two of you part ways. You made your way over to the prize counter, greeting your coworker before making a list of what still needed to be taken care of.

“Welcome back!” You look up to see a smiling Mr. Emily. “How are you feeling?”

“Just fine, Mr. Emily. Happy to be at work if anything.” You chuckle. “I really appreciate the weekend off, but I promise, I would have been just fine coming in.” You offer him a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure you would have. But, distance does make the heart grow fonder, doesn’t it?” He gives you a knowing grin in return. Your cheeks grow warm, your eyes briefly darting over to the door to parts and services. He slaps his hand on the counter, making you jump. “Right, I’ll be on my way then. I just wanted to swing by and check in.” He smiles kindly, turning on his heels to make his departure only to come screeching to a halt seconds later. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He turns back to you. “I have some new arcade machines getting delivered today, I was wondering if you would be willing to stay late with Will for a few test runs before we move them to the floor.”

“Yeah,” you answer a little too quickly, “Yeah that should be no problem.”

“Excellent!” He practically shouts back in response, making you jump slightly. “Just stick around after your shift, Will should come out and grab you when he makes his late evening coffee run.” He chuckles. You nod, watching him curiously as he hurries off.

“That was strange.” You remark to your coworker who agreed with a confused nod.

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“Will!” Henry’s voice booms from out the door making Will jump and the freshly lit cigarette tumble from his lips onto the floor.

“For Christ's sake, Henry!” Will curses under his breath as he snatches the smoke from off of the concrete. 

“I need a favor.” Henry starts as he pushes through the door.

“What, do you need a body buried?” He asks in an annoyed tone, brushing the leftover ash from his lap.

“I just got a bunch of new arcade machines,” he grimaces slightly before continuing. “Think you could stay late and make sure they’re in working order for me?” Will stared at Henry with a deadpan expression, the question hanging heavy in the air before Will eventually groaned and gave in.

“Fine, but you owe me. I keep telling you, check the machines before you buy them. I get going after a bargain, but those things are useless to us unless they work.” He takes one long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth as he nods in the direction of the door. “Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind.” He flips down his welding mask, turning back to the project he was currently focusing on, allowing Henry to scurry off without any damage.

“Well, that was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” Henry straightens up with a bright smile before bouncing down the hall back towards the main pizzeria. Little did he know, despite his less than pleased demeanor, Will welcomed the distraction working on the arcade machines would bring. Maybe it would help get the thought of your smile out of his head.

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“Goddammit!” You curse, jumping to reach the top shelf only for your hand to slap metal once again. You sucked in a deep breath, massaging your temples with your fingers.

“Everything okay rabbit?” You turn to find Will standing in the doorway, strong arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you with an amused smile.

It took you a moment to find your voice, despite his slightly slouched posture he still towered over you. “I was trying to get more crayons.” You speak softly, motioning to the shelf behind you.

“You know you could’ve asked, I gladly would’ve helped.” He chuckles.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” He pats your head as he walks past you, reaching up to the top shelf with ease to grab a couple fresh boxes of crayons.

“You're never a bother rabbit.” He states softly, your cheeks growing warm at his intimate tone. “I'm serious, anything you need at all just come get me.” He places the boxes into your hands as he continues walking. He paused in the doorway, shoving his hands into his pockets. “My girl shouldn't have to struggle.” He states flatly before continuing on his way. You stood there in shock for a moment, the sound of your pulse thundering in your ears. You breathe out a laugh, a smile tugging at your lips. You look at the exit he had just gone through, shaking your head slightly as you played back what he had said over and over again in your mind.

“His girl?” You giggle. You quickly shrugged off the thought, he probably just misspoke. There was no use in getting your hopes up. “Don't be stupid.” You head back into the bustling energy of the pizzeria as you try to rationalize with yourself. It didn't matter how the sound of his laugh made your heart race, or how his smile alone was enough to have warmth settling behind your cheeks. Will was an established businessman, he surely wouldn't want to waste his time on some twenty something year old restaurant worker with a less than vibrant future. While you were busy trying to convince yourself that you were being irrational, Will stumbled into his office on the opposite side of the building. He slammed the door shut behind him, collapsing into his chair as it felt like rocks had settled in his stomach.

Was he stupid? Here he was running around all day trying to repress the memory of your evening together only to immediately drop the ball. There was something about being around you that made whatever minimal filter he had to completely disappear. He picked up the lone picture that sat on his desk, smiling as his eyes immediately traveled to the same place they always did. The photo had been taken at a holiday party a couple years prior, even after looking at the picture nearly every day his throat still got tight at the sight of you in a slinky black cocktail dress. You looked so tiny tucked against Will’s side, his large hand very easily able to hug the curve of your waist as he pulled you in closer for the group photo. Both of you were emboldened by the alcohol you had consumed over the course of the evening, and you held Will just as closely as he held you. The two of you completely lost in your own world, your focus taken away from the camera as you happened to glance at each other. Will could never get over how you almost seemed to glow in front of him that night, the film not doing the sight nearly enough justice. You smiled as you gazed up at him, doey eyes glimmering in the harsh flash of the camera. Will looked down at you with a similar expression, a relaxed grin spread across his features as he held you close. He had almost kissed you that night, and he’s regretted the fact he hasn't ever since then. Will was starting to wonder just how much longer he was going to be able to keep his distance from you. But, would that really be such a bad thing? If anyone would be able to treat you right it would be him, if he ever musters the courage to finally tell you how he feels maybe he’ll get a chance to prove that to you.

One by one your coworkers slowly began to clock out and head home, leaving you alone inside the pizzeria. The quiet music that drifted out from the kitchen kept you company as you wiped away any remaining fingerprints on the prize counter glass. It was always a strange experience being in Freddy’s after hours. The room is illuminated by nothing but the neon lights of the arcade machines, the overhead lights having been turned off after the last customer had left for the evening. The well loved animatronics now sat silent behind their heavy red velvet curtain, leaving you completely alone in the normally bustling space. “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” You straighten up at the sound of Will’s voice behind you. “What are you still doing here?” You turn to face him, a gentle smile lacing its way across his lips. One hand stuffed into his pocket, the other holding a steaming cup of what you could smell was strong, black coffee.

“Mr. Emily asked me to stay late to test the new arcade machines with you.” He pauses, obviously not expecting your response. Henry had set him up. “I mean, if you would rather I go–”

“No!” He snaps himself from his train of thought, taking a few long strides forward to close the distance between the two of you. You always seemed to forget how much Will towered over you until moments like this. He leans against the prize counter as he faces you, your gaze slowly trailing upwards until you eventually meet his eyes. “I just didn’t realize he had asked you to stay as well rabbit. I thought I was going to be stuck working alone all night, having you around is definitely welcomed company.” Your cheeks grow warm as he smiles down at you.

Will leads you to a storage room at the way back of the restaurant you had never been in before. A line of five new arcade machines were oriented neatly in a straight line across the middle of the room. You stuck close to his side, the room dark other than the glow of the games that sat in front of you. “Are you alright, you look nervous?” He asks with an amused grin.

“It’s just a little creepy back here.” You admit with a bashful chuckle.

“There’s nothing to worry about, rabbit, the scariest thing back here is me.” He jokes. “Anything that wants to get to you is going to have to go through me first.” You can’t help but giggle at his confidence, playfully swatting at his arm as he nudges into your shoulder. You glance at the machines and then back at him.

“You up for a little competition, boss man?” You challenge.

“Sweetheart, I’d absolutely wipe the floor with you at these games.” He chuckles in response, one large hand coming to rest on the top of your head. Your cheeks grow warm at the sudden contact, yet your confidence never waivered.

“I don’t know about that Will, I’ve got quite the trophy list when it comes to this place.” The playful sparkle in your eyes was just about enough to make Will melt. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to reach out to pull you closer. Your soft, pouty lips look even more alluring in the soft neon glow that surrounds you.

“You’re on, but I have to see if these things even work first.” Will spent a few minutes smacking loose a couple stuck buttons and oiling up one of the machine's squeaky joysticks, making quick work of pulling off the machine's brightly colored metal cover to reveal the internal mechanisms. Muttering off his mental checklist to himself as he went through it. “Wiring looks good, nothing’s snapped, no rodent damage… looks pretty good to me.” He turns to you with a smile, “as long as nothing got fucked up with the programming in them, they should run like a dream.” He can’t help but chuckle at your bewildered expression as you stared at the mess of wires and metal before you.

“I don’t know how you could figure any of that out, but, you’re the expert.” You giggle, turning to face him with a soft smile. There was an undeniable tenderness in his gaze as your eyes met his. The compliment fell effortlessly from your lips, “you’re really smart, Will.”

He breathes out a laugh, his attention turning back to the machine. “Thank you rabbit, you’re sweet.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets, nodding at the line of games. “How about we start that little competition you were so eager for?”

The corners of your lips tug into a playful grin. “You’re on.” Will walked over to one of the shelves that lined the walls, pulling down a red solo cup that you could tell from the loud jingling was filled with arcade tokens. He rattles the cup, shooting you a wink before holding it out to you.

“Ladies first.” He states with a slight bow.

“What a gentleman.” You scoff, rolling your eyes, unable to keep the smirk off your face. The two of you started off with the single player games, Will was interested in seeing just how much of your earlier trophy winner statement was all talk. He slips a token into your hand, you take the chance to line up your fingers with the buttons before dropping the worn brass coin into the slot.

First up on the roster: Robtron: 2084.

“Hope you're good at shooters, rabbit.” He teases with a chuckle.

“Going against the man who’s almost completely blind without his glasses, I think I'm all set.” You jab back.

“Brat.” He responds bluntly with a smirk. The game itself was simple enough, a multi-direction top down shooter. Will leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you beat level after level with an amused smile playing at his lips. He was impressed to see that you weren’t all talk, your eyes darting between each of the brightly colored enemies to see which direction you needed to flick the joystick in next. You curse as the evil robots finally overwhelm you, the bright red GAME OVER text flashing in front of your face. You put in your initials despite the fact your scores would be cleared when the machine was unplugged in order to move it into the pizzeria.

“What do I win when I beat you?” You joke with a laugh.

Will breathes out a chuckle, “I’ll tell you what, if you manage to beat me at any of these games you can have whatever you want, because it’s not gonna happen.”

“When I win, does that mean I can ask you to make me dinner again?” Will pauses for a moment at your question, unable to stop the flustered smile that quickly spread across his features. He clears his throat, quickly nodding his head as he forces himself to regain his composure.

“You can ask me to do that regardless of our little competition.” Your cheeks grow warm, both of you exchanging a coy expression. You held out the cup of tokens to Will, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“I still like my chances.” You wink. He flips the coin between his fingers, staring at the screen with a contemplative expression on his face. 

“Come here, let me show you how to really play this game.” He motions for you to come closer to him. You set down the cup, your heart pounding as you took your first step forward. A large hand wraps itself around your waist, guiding you in between the arcade machine and Will’s massive form. He moves your hands to the buttons and the joysticks, looking down at you for any sign of hesitation before covering them with his own. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you glanced back over your shoulder only to find that Will was just as surprised by this whole interaction as you were.

“Well? I thought you were going to show me something?” You prod, Will’s nervous demeanor easily melting away as he shot you an exuberant smirk. He slips the token into the slot, pushing into you slightly in order to get closer to the screen. You swallowed thickly at the feeling of his strong body, powerful corded muscles that tensed at your smallest movements. You caught the sight of him smiling at you out of the corner of your eye as the starting theme of the game rang through the empty room. You found yourself leaning back into Will, watching his fighter move around the screen, fighting off the never ending hoards of robots. You jerk the joystick to the left as one of the enemies got a little too close for comfort.

“Good eye, rabbit.” He chuckles. It didn’t take you long to figure out that Will was much better at playing video games than you gave him credit for. He easily surpassed your score, playing on with ease for another few minutes before dying. You watched as he punched his initials into the machine ‘W.V.A.’ You whirl around, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“It’s you!” You exclaim. “You’re the asshole that’s beat my score on every machine in that arcade!” Will laughs at your realization.

“Like I said before, there’s no way you’re going to beat me.” He smirks down at you with a wink.

“You are unbelievable.” You playfully roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t see the harm in a little friendly competition. Who knows, maybe one of these days you’ll manage to beat me.” He teases. Testing the rest of the machines quickly devolved into one on one matches. Henry managing to snag a few 2 player machines, you stood side by side with Will, both of you playfully shouldering the other out of the way to try and hopefully mess up one of your game play. You groaned as he beat you again, but this time you had almost managed to come out on top. “I guess some more practice is in order.” He chuckles, grinning contently down at you. “I’ll handle all the heavy lifting from here. How about you and I grab something to eat, I’m sure you must be starving by now.” You found yourself instinctually leaning into his side as the weight of his arm fell across your shoulders. You can’t help but laugh slightly at the sound of your stomach growling.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’m gonna go throw a pizza in the oven, why don’t you get some lights on.” You part ways with a nod, feeling your way around the wall in the otherwise pitch black room. Your hand finally bumps into the switch panel, you curse under your breath as you struggle to remember what switches went to what. You jumped slightly as the first heavy switch thwacked into place, a few lights over the booths closest to the kitchen flickering to life.

“Okay.” You squint, trying to read the faded scratchy handwriting on the labels. “What about this one?” You flick another switch, the purple and yellow party lights begin swirling in patterns across the empty dance floor.

“I like it, it really sets the mood.” Will chuckles as he leaves the kitchen.

“I can’t figure out which switches to flip.” You groan.

“This will work just fine, rabbit, don’t worry.” He motions for you to join him. He places a plastic soda cup in your hand, you smile coyly up at him as you catch the unmistakable scent of grenadine. “Shirley Temple for the lovely lady.”

“Thank you, Will.” you can't help but giggle at the sweet gesture. You took a long sip of the drink, absentmindedly bobbing your head along to the radio. “I love this song.” You remark as you finally recognize the melody.

“I never took you for a George Harrison fan.” He teases with a chuckle. He pushes himself upright from his position leaning against the wall, reaching up to raise to volume on the speakers. He watched you with an amused smirk as you sang along quietly to yourself, swaying slightly as you took another sip of your soda, the syrup already starting to stain your lips a dark pink that Will found adorable. “Would you like to dance, rabbit?” Your hand slips into his effortlessly, laughing as Will spun you around before tugging you towards the dance floor.

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Henry sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of Freddy’s. He noticed the lone beacon in the night on his drive home from date night with his wife, Sara. “He probably just forgot to turn the light off.” The waving anthropomorphic bear greeted them as Henry parked in front of the entrance. “Besides, Will always ends up staying late. I don’t see why tonight in particular is any cause for concern.” She jokes, trying to lighten her husband's mood

“This is Will we’re talking about, he hasn’t left the light on since we opened.” Henry groans. “Besides, today was… different. I just want to check in on him real quick, that’s all.”

Sara nods in the direction in the building, leaning in to give Henry a quick kiss. “I’ll wait here, go check on him.”

“I’ll be right back.” He promises as he quickly hops out of the car. He pulls the door open, his senses immediately getting assaulted with blaring music and the smell of pepperoni pizza wafting through the air. Henry stood frozen in place for a moment, blinking a few times as he allowed his eyes a moment to adjust to the darkened entryway. He peers into the main area of the pizzeria. Most of the lights in the room were off except for a single dim row of lights over a few booths and the colorful spinning lights that whirled around over the dancefloor. Henry froze, struggling to stifle a delighted chuckle as he watched Will take your hand and spin you around the floor, laughing as your dizzy state caused you to stumble into him. You slid your arms over his shoulders, smiling coyly at him as Will’s hands came to rest on your waist, both of you singing along loudly to the music as you swayed along with its rhythm. Henry shook his head with a smile, quietly heading outside before either of you had the chance to realize he was there. He would hate to interrupt what seemed to be such a wonderful evening.

“Everything alright in there?” Sara asks the moment Henry slides into the passenger seat.

“Everything’s perfect, he’s just… working late.” He smiles at his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in order to pull her to him. “Come on, let's get home. We wouldn’t want to break his focus.” He laughs, glancing at the pizzeria in the rearview with a smile as they drive off.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past. (TW // Character Self Harm Mention in this chapter)

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Thirteen: Parasomnias (Jason Todd's POV)

Three weeks passed since I’d seen Terry, but I doubt it helped my case with Andrew. I sat beside Andrew’s bed every night, wondering if I’d made the right choice. It occurred to me that my recollection of my family was rose-tinted and not necessarily reflective of reality. I’d forgotten Andrew’s sleep problems. Years of sleep paralysis nocturnal panic attacks, bedwetting, and insomnia. It started before his mom died, and we tried everything. Over-the-counter sleep vitamins, sleeping pills, nighttime meditation, and lavender in the humidifier. None of it worked until one day it seemed to stop mysteriously. Andrew was fifteen then. That’s when he got hooked on a drug that was a combination of the original fear toxin antidote and a high-dosage sedative. It wasn’t necessarily illegal, but it was experimental at the time. He hated me for taking him off the drug. We were back to sleepless nights. Even after the drug was approved for use, Andrew decided not to take it. 

I turned the soundproofing on for his room, so he wouldn’t wake Avery-Marie, and I sat by his bedside, waiting for the worst. I shut my eyes, not flinching when his hand fell out of the blankets and touched my head. He got an hour of sleep before I heard his breathing. Sleep paralysis. I knew the sound better than anything. He couldn’t scream, so he struggled for breath. Mostly rushed inhales without a solid exhale. “Drewby, it’s okay,” I whispered as I touched his hand. He gasped for air as I pushed his hair back. “Drewby, look at me.”

Andrew leaned forward and started crying into his hands. “Come up here,” Andrew cried. I obeyed, climbing under the blankets with him. I draped my arm around his shoulder, shutting my eyes as he trembled. “I saw her again.” 

“Yeah? Andrew, look at me… It’s okay. Look at me. She’s not here,” Jason whispered. Andrew hid his face in my shoulder and sobbed. “I know… Drewbers, I—.” 

“You don’t know… No one understood except Avery, and he’s gone now. You never told me how he died. Does Avie know?” Andrew asked.

“No, and you won’t ask her,” I whispered. Andrew opened his mouth to argue. “Drewby, let’s go to bed—.” 

“Maggie and Mom haunt me when I sleep… Tell me what happened to Avery,” Andrew replied. 

I covered my face. “Drugs… He wrote a letter. It mentioned you… He said the same thing you told me… No one understood except you. Will you ever tell me what happened?” I questioned. 

“Drugs? Avery who took his meds in chocolate pudding?” Andrew laughed. It was the first time I’d heard him laugh since before the incident. “He—. He wouldn’t. You’re lying.” Andrew’s laugh faded into weeping. I rubbed his back. 

“I wish I was lying. I never saw it coming. He looked so happy, Drewby. I saw him the day before. I—. One year. He’s been gone a year. Abigail blames herself for bringing drugs into the house, but it wasn’t her fault,” I whispered. 

“It wasn’t yours either… You made a mistake. No one thought he’d kill Maggie… But why didn’t you quit?” Andrew asked. “Is this one anything like—?”

“No… He was upset, but I’ve been watching him. He’ll get over it. I wasn’t in his life as long as H—. I wasn’t in his life long. He’ll move on,” I reassured him.

“Did Uncle Dick let you see what happened to Henry?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head. I shut my eyes, remembering Dick blocking me from entering. 

“He said, ‘I can’t let you in there. It’s not good.’ I didn’t see anything. Barbara drove me to the hospital… And you were gone when I got there. They never found Mikey—.” 

“Michael’s alive. I saw him,” Andrew whispered as he wiped his face.

I didn’t know what to say. Andrew was in and out, so I couldn’t tell how much of what he said was true. He kept cycling back and forth between the past and present. “I saw Michael with somebody. They were in Louisiana. Kissing. He saw me and I waved, but I don’t remember—.” Andrew rubbed his eyes. “It was Louisiana. I know it was because people were celebrating in the streets… He smiled at me.”

Andrew laid his head on my lap, and I stared at the posters on Michael’s side of the room. “How’d he look?” I asked. I shouldn’t have asked him, but my heart got the better of me.

“He was drunk, but he looked cleaned up… He had a suit on. I feel him sometimes… So, he’s still—. He’s still alive, Dad,” Andrew answered. 

I scratched his head. “Are you tired?” I questioned. 

“No more than usual. Where’s Uncle Dick?” Andrew asked in reply. Dick loved my kids. He always visited them between missions, entertaining them while I was busy. He used to do all sorts of tricks with the kids when they were little. Old circus habits died hard, I guess. Andrew loved him. Andrew ran away from home once when he was thirteen and went straight to Uncle Dick’s in Blüdhaven. He always ran to Dick’s, but he didn’t that last time. Andrew didn’t want to be found and was smart enough to stay hidden from me until he felt like seeing me again. 

“Do you wanna go up to Uncle Dick’s to visit for a few days?” I asked.

“Are you dropping me off? I don’t want—.” 

“I won’t leave you there… I think—. It’ll be nice to take you and Avie to see your uncle. It’s been five years… And he hasn’t met Avie yet. We’ll take a family trip,” I replied. Andrew rolled over. 

“Did you tell him I’m alive yet?” Andrew asked. I hadn’t told anyone. Andrew held my hand as his eyes fluttered. He was exhausted and fighting it every step of the way. 

“No, I didn’t tell him, Andrew… What’s on your mind?” I asked. 

“Don’t tell anyone yet… I don’t want to leave the house right now. Please,” Andrew pleaded as he hid his face in my side. 

I faded into a memory. Andrew and Michael were twelve, and I was up late working in the living room when I heard Andrew in the laundry room. I got up to check on him, and he hid his face in my sweater, holding the fabric tight in his little fists. “Drewby, what’s bubbling beneath the surface?” I asked aloud like I did that night thirteen years ago. I rustled a hand through my son’s hair and watched as he looked at me with his big brown eyes. 

“After Henry killed Maggie, Avery snapped, and he got loose. Henry shot him—. No, he grazed Avery’s arm, but it didn’t stop him. Avery beat Henry to death with his bare hands, and I had Maggie’s—. Maggie’s blood was all over my face. 

“And Avery untied me and hugged me, but I couldn’t cry. How could I cry when Avery did the unthinkable to save me? I don’t know what happened to Michael or how he got free, but I—. Every time I get close to him I can’t speak. He didn’t see what Avery and I saw, so he can still smile. What Avery did killed him… What I saw broke me. He looked untouched by it all. I can’t take that from him,” Andrew mumbled. 

“How many times have you seen him?” I asked. I couldn’t process anything he said about Maggie and Avery. It was too much to think about.

“Twice. I would’ve gone to see him this year, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. He’s still in Louisiana… So, he’s not hiding anymore. You should go. Take Avie with you—.” 

“I can’t leave you, Drewby,” I interrupted. 

Andrew smiled. “I’ll be here. I promise I won’t hurt myself,” Andrew whispered. I shook my head. I was afraid. I couldn’t lose another child. 

“I’ll wait until we can go together… I can wait,” I reassured him. Andrew yawned. “Sleepy?” 

“I’m always tired… But, I don’t know if I can sleep. You can sleep if you—.”

“Don’t worry about me. Get some shuteye,” I whispered. I playfully snipped at his bangs… But the truth was, it took all my mental power to bury what he said about his brother and sister. That would haunt me forever.

[myriam-does-stuff]

Finally my lazy ass decided to do this-

Hi hi!

My name is Myriam but you can call me Mim if you'd like! Im 14, about to be 15 in 1 month!!

My first language is Romanian, and I also learned English and Spanish! Im tryna learn korean atm-

DNI if you are:

Pedophile

Racist

Homophobic

Old of age (i mean all ages can interact but if ur gonna start acting creepy in my inbox then hell nah-)

NSFW accounts

Zoophiles

Transphobic

SHINYMC/SHINYBEYZER.

Ect-

The fandoms I'm in:

Major interests:

Billie Bust Up!

The Stanley Parable

DHMIS (Don't Hug Me Im Scared)

The Henry Stickmin

Ask The Storybots

BFDI/BFDIA/IDFB/BFB/BFN/TPOT

Mid interests:

Cookie Run: Ovenbreak/Kingdom

High on Life

FNAF

Less interests:

The Backrooms (if it even is s fandom idk 💀)

Cuphead

TBA.

If im forgetting something feel free to reply and ask me! Im bad at making this stuff so yea-

Tags I will be using (LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST SHE'S FINALLY USING TAGS!!): #mimrambles #mimvents #mimdraws #mimdrama

Tata for now! ^^

[lianors]

—  BASICS.

FULL NAME.  lianor catherine beauchamp PRONUNCIATION.  lee-Ah-nor / lee-a (because her name is not its english form, it retains the portuguese spelling which for me it’s how it is written so 🤞) NICKNAME.  goes by lia since she was born to differentiate herself from her namesake, thus it remains her most common nickname. her father calls her lili on letters sometimes, harry refers to her as princess hampton and her husband brands her as poppet. close friends may find some other variations to her name and she is also called by derogatory infamous name-callings depending on whose faction of the court is gossiping about her. GENDER.  cisfemale. HEIGHT.  5’ 2.75" / 157cm AGE & D.OB.  27 & october 10th 1427 ZODIAC.  libra. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english, portuguese, latin, italian, some basic french; currently perfecting her spanish

—  PHYSICAL  CHARACTERISTICS. HAIR COLOR.  bright red EYE COLOR.  bright green. SKIN TONE.  pale, with a peachy undertone. she has a couple scattered birth marks on her cheek and neck, but few freckles on her face; they spread across her shoulders and back mostly. BODY TYPE.  petite stature and a slim, dainty frame. ACCENT.  standard english accent, evident in the way she speaks all other languages but portuguese, in which she has mimicked her mother's lisbon accent. DOMINANT HAND.  right. POSTURE.  straight and proper, but not too rigid -- she is dynamic and moves with grace, tending to reach out towards those she speaks to show off her attention on the interaction.  SCARS.  a faint scar on her left ankle from scrapping it against a sharp sea rock on her childhood years. TATTOOS.  none. BIRTHMARKS. a couple on her cheek and neck, a few more across her back. though she has few freckles by birth, she has gained quite a few by years of exposure to the sun. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  flaming red hair, big green eyes, lithe frame. –  CHILDHOOD. PLACE OF BIRTH.  the beauchamp state at kidderminster, worcestershire. HOMETOWN.   ludlow castle, welsh border. MANNER OF BIRTH.  she was the first born from her parents’ match, and the first of her lineage to be born on the then just finished kidderminster state, after a short month of lying in and nineteen hours of labor. the queen eleanor, her namesake, attended the birth and was her godmother when the girl was christened, a few dayslater. FIRST WORDS.  pa, papa   SIBLINGS. edward (d. 1445), elizabeth and john beauchamp. PARENTS.  beatriz de meneses and richard beauchamp PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.  because her mother did not abandon her duties to queen eleanor after her marriage, lia was at first raised by her father, as his heir. she has little memories of the time, but she still writes to her father fondly about it, even if the time they spent together all through her life is immensely shorter than the one apart. lia gained her mother's attentions only after the age of three, when beatriz plucked the girl from home to be raised at the royal nursery with clementine; throughout her daughter's life, beatriz has been a defining force, zealously looking out for her own agenda rather than, truly, her daughter's, who has been used more as a shadow or a pawn or her. –  ADULT  LIFE. OCCUPATION.  countess, lady in waiting, mistress to the prince of wales. CURRENT RESIDENCE.  she is often between the hampton court and the official court, when in england. at florence, she keeps her own chambers at the palazzo with the rest of the english party. CLOSE FRIENDS.  clementine and henry plantagenet, rosana braganza, tba. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  married to thomas montagu, earl of salisbury circa 1449. FINANCIAL STATUS.  though not of royal station, her father was financially comfortable after years of service to the crown, and as she was raised as a companion to the plantagenet children, she was granted equally lavish upbringing. she was married slightly above her station as a baron's daughter, to an earl whose rise in court is more in due to her own private wealth than his own. she currently has various states in her name scattered around england due to harry's generous nature, those currently managed between her and her parents. VICES.  hypocrisy, insecurity and indecisiveness, growing pathological nature, anything sweet, from pastries to fruits. –  SEX  &  ROMANCE. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.  bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.  heteroromantic. may have had feelings for a woman or two, but those were quickly brushed as a platonic feeling of admiration or sisterly affection. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.  submissive  | dominant  |  switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  submissive  |  dominant | switch LIBIDO.  depends on the company she keeps. on the marital bed she is lukewarm at best, treating the act as a duty she has to endure , but her passion is easily lit and enjoyed elsewhere. TURN ON’S.  confidence, contrary physical frames (tall, dominant vs small, “frail”), flirtation, good manners, attention. TURN OFF’S.  poor manners, violence/wrath, pettiness and insults, older men. LOVE LANGUAGE.  quality time, followed closely by physical touch. lia is very big on doing things for people she loves, either that being obvious as helping them in daily activities, or learning something for them, doing something to aid in their cause or well being; once she is comfortable, she is naturally touchy. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. the subject of her desire has long been established, and it is prince harry plantagenet that has both her heart and soul. despite the many years and his string of distractions, she remains constant on her affection and faithful to him foremost. her body, however, has to be shared with her husband, thomas montagu, though the relationship remains platonic at best, a humiliation parade for both sides, at its worst.

TAGGED BY : the bae @hcrryofwales TAGGING : @clementinesx + @beauchampx + anyone who is on the late train like me lol.

[littleglassanimalwrites]

Original Character Info Sheet

I was tagged by the lovely @decadentvoidprincess​ <3  Sorry this took me so long, getting sick is the worst lol.  

GENERAL

Name: Renata Nichole Parker Alias(es): Ren, Wren, Little Bird Gender: Female Age: 28 Date of birth: February 3rd, doesn’t really celebrate in Thedas Place of birth: Kerrville, Texas Spoken languages: Common and a little bit of Orlesian and Tevene.  Sexual orientation: Bisexual Occupation: TBA :)  Though she kind of considers herself something of a healer, I guess.  

APPEARANCE

Eye colour: Clear, bright blue Hair colour: Black Height: 5′4″-ish. Scars: She might have a few small ones around her wrists and ankles.  Her feet are also a bit of a sight from years of pointe, so she typically always wears some type of sock to keep them covered.  Burns: It’s possible she has a few tiny burned spots on her chest or neck, but they’re not easily noticeable. Overweight: No. Underweight: Unfortunately, yes.

FAVOURITE

Colour: Midnight blue, gold, and minty green. Hair colour: She tends to favor darker hair.  Eye colour: All of them, honestly :)  Music genre: Folksy stuff, acoustic, classic rock, and classical.  She hasn’t found music in Thedas that she hates, yet.    Movie genre: Anything to do with ghosts. Tv show: Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, The Office Food: She’s obsessed with Orlesian breads, especially one that is almost exactly like croissants from home.    Drink: There’s this Antivan red that Dorian brings her sometimes that she can’t seem to get enough of.  Otherwise, she enjoys various juices.    Book: Pretty much anything she can get her hands on.   

HAVE THEY

Passed university: She had just started her basic courses about year before she landed in Thedas. Had sex: Yes. Had sex in public: Yep. Gotten pregnant: No.   Kissed a boy: Yes. Kissed a girl: Yes. Gotten tattoos: Against her will. Gotten piercings: Yes. Had a broken heart: Yes, but not in the way of romantic love. Been in love: No. Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yep.

ARE THEY

A virgin: No. A cuddler: Completely.  She’s pretty physical if she doesn’t watch herself.   A kisser: Yessss.  This is one of her favorite things. Scared easily: Not as much as she used to be.  Certain things set her off, though.    Jealous easily: Not usually. Trustworthy: Very much so.   Dominant: She can be when it’s needed. Submissive: Again, when it’s needed.  Though she tends to fall somewhere in between the two as her typical default. In love: No. Single: Painfully so.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: Not intentionally. Thought of suicide: No. Attempted suicide: No. Wanted to kill someone: Several someones since you’re asking. Drove a car: Definitely.  You kind of HAVE to have one in Houston.  She’s NOT very good at horses, though.   Have/had a job: Yes :)   Have any fears: Several.  She’s scared of getting her lost memories back, but she’s also scared she’ll never fully recover them.  She’s scared of being found.  She’s frightened of making the wrong choices for her ward, Henri.  

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Only child.

Parents: Maria and Christopher, though she has trouble remember a whole lot about them.

Children: No, but she does have a ward named Henri that she looks after.  

Pets: She wishes she had the space for a dog.  I’m sure she had one back in Houston (or grew up with several), but she doesn’t really remember.

[lilyjevans]

 hello !! some friends & i have created a harry potter mumu, and we’re looking for a few more more members! we’re going to be roleplaying in all of the verses (canon & au)! if you’re looking for a no-pressure group where people can just play all the characters they’ve wanted to including their original characters, then here we are !! we are looking to keep this rather small player-wise, so we’re looking to add somewhere between 3-7 people. you can play one character or a hundred, it’s entirely up to you ! we’re just looking for players who want to have fun roleplaying ! 

if you’re interested, check below the cut!

okay so let’s get down to business:

this group is very chill lowkey. we aren’t going to have activity checks or anything like that, but we do ask if you’re not interested anymore to let us know so we can check around to see if anyone might wanna pick up a canon you could be leaving.

we would prefer players to be 16+ because of potentially mature plots. some plots that we do not want to see on the dash are incest, racism, pedophilia, homophobia/transphobia, or anything involving graphic sexual abuse.

we would like you to have access to discord. once we have our new members, we’re going to make a discord chat that we can all chat in! we aren’t going to make it mandatory, but we highly, highly recommend having it. our goal is to make this a long-lasting mumu & we feel we need a great deal of communication to make that happen.

this is first come, first serve so if someone gets their form in before you for the character, they’ll get them! same goes for the faceclaim(s).

on the topic of faceclaims, we aren’t super picky about them, but we ask that you not choose any faceclaims that are largely considered problematic, deceased, or underage. additionally, we do ask that you refrain from repeating faceclaims in the same generation. we’d prefer if all the faceclaims weren’t repeated, but if you absolutely need to play max irons in the next generation era, we likely won’t say no! if you don’t really wanna use a faceclaim, but would rather just write, that’s okay too! on a similar note, we also are okay with you choosing more than one faceclaim for different periods in their life; for instance, andromeda has kaya scodelario for her hogwarts years, melanie scrofano for her younger adult years, and michelle fairley for her older adult years.

we don’t care if you use gifs, icons, or nothing at all. if you use gifs or icons, we don’t care what size they are. use whatever you want (but please make sure people can actually see them. 50x50 is not accessible!).

we don’t care if you format your posts or don’t, but again, please try to make sure it’s accessible. using <sub> and <small> is very difficult to read.

we are completely welcoming of original characters! we would absolutely love to see them!

you can play as many characters as you want! as you can see from the taken list below (we’re sorry!), we couldn’t really stop ourselves.

this mumu is not following a specific plotline in any of the verses. you can follow canon, do an au, write the characters at any point in their life, whatever you want! our goal is just to write the characters we love! if you want to write out exactly what happens in canon, go for it! if you want to write about james and sirius taking their bromance to narnia, go for it! 

our only two real rules here are: tag your triggers & be polite!!

If you’d like to join us, fill out this quick little form and send it in to me!

Name:

Age: Character(s) Desired & Faceclaim(s): Tell us something fun about you: Are you okay with using discord to chat, plot, and scream about our favorite characters?:

Once you send that in, please wait for a message saying that you’ve been approved and make your blog. You can use one blog, many blogs, sideblogs, whatever you want! I know two of our members will be using one blog for all their characters & keeping track with their tags while the last will have a main blog with far too many sideblogs. We’re okay with whatever! We’ll add you to a followlist and the discord chat then! You can find the followlist here & our masterlist of taken characters here! Any updates will be posted in hpgenshq tag here!

When you’re added, feel free to begin writing! You can post an introduction, information about your character, wanted connection, or just post an open starter. We’re going to use the tag hpgenshqstart for open starters so make sure to check there. We’d like you to have some sort of tagging or label to let people know where and when your character is just so they will have more background for their own replies. 

Feel free to reblog this to get it out there. We’ll likely close applications after we get some new members, but we may reopen them if we feel we need some more characters filled. Check under the cut for some wanted canons & our list of taken characters & faceclaims!

WANTED CHARACTERS* (ORGANIZED BY THEIR MAIN GENERATION)

This list is in no way comprehensive! If there’s any other canon characters you’d like to play, bring them to us! I promise we will love them!

Note: Some characters may be listed under more than one generation!

Founders Era

Any and all OCs welcome!

Fantastic Beasts Era

Queenie Goldstein

Jacob Kowalski

Albus Dumbledore

Aberforth Dumbledore

Gellert Grindelwald

Credence Barebones

Any and all OCs welcome!

Marauders Era

James Potter

Peter Pettigrew

Mary MacDonald

Severus Snape

Rodolphus Lestrange

Lucius Malfoy

Any and all OCs welcome!

In Between (Tonks, Bill & Charlie Weasley’s) Era

Any and all OCs welcome!

Percy Weasley

Penelope Clearwater

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Victor Krum

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Rolf Scamander

Next Generation Era

James Sirius Potter

Albus Potter

Rose Granger-Weasley

Hugo Granger-Weasley

Lorcan Scamander

Scorpius Malfoy

Dominique Weasley

Louis Weasley

Lucy Weasley

Molly Weasley

Any and all OCs welcome!

CURRENT MEMBERS

Ali ;; http://amberlewrites.tumblr.com/  

Bex ;; http://bexrps.tumblr.com/ 

Maggie ;; http://whirlwindofawriter.tumblr.com/ 

TAKEN CHARACTERS* (ORGANIZED BY THEIR MAIN GENERATION)

Founders Era

Salazar Slytherin ( Cillian Murphy )

Rowena Ravenclaw (Katie McGrath )

Godric Gryffindor ( Max Irons )

Helga Hufflepuff ( Kata Mara ) 

Fantastic Beasts Era

Newt Scamander ( Eddie Redmayne )

 Porpentina Goldstein ( Katherine Waterston )

Leta Lestrange ( Zoe Kravitz )

Marauders Era

Benjy Fenwick ( Cody Christian )

Narcissa Black (Dove Cameron )

Remus Lupin ( Tom Holland, Francois Arnaud )

Ted Tonks ( Thomas Doherty, Henry Cavill )

Emma Vanity ( Alycia Debnam Carey, Alicia Vikander )

Evan Rosier ( Alexander Koch )

Rabastan Lestrange ( Avan Jogia )

Alecto Carrow ( Lucy Fry & Gwendoline Christie )

Bellatrix Black ( Odeya Rush & Cessica de Gouw )

Sirius Black ( Tanner Buchanan & Ben Barnes )

Charity Burbage ( Kat Mcnamara & Kathryn Winnick )

Caradoc Dearborn ( Landon Liboiron )

Marlene Mckinnon ( Peyton List, Penelope Mitchell & Rebecca Ferguson )

Lorcan d’Eath ( Francisco Lachowski )

Andromeda Black ( Kaya Scodelario, Melanie Scrofano, & Michelle Fairley )

Amycus Carrow ( Bill Skarsgard & Alexander Skarsgard )

Lily Evans ( Sophie Turner )

Regulus Black ( Max Schneider )

Petunia Evans ( Meghann Fahy )

Rita Skeeter ( Antoinette Robertson )

Bartemius Crouch Jr. ( Tom Hughes )

Dorcas Meadowes ( fc tba )

In Between (Tonks, Bill & Charlie Weasley’s) Era

Nymphadora Tonks ( Nathalia Ramos )

Heathcote Barbary ( Booboo Stewart )

Golden Trio Era

Ginny Weasley ( Lisa Teige & Rose Leslie )

Bill Weasley ( Alex Saxon & Domhnall Gleeson )

Fleur Delacour ( Elle Fanning & Clemence Poesy )

Luna Lovegood ( Emily Kinney )

Charlie Weasley ( Sam Heughan & Cameron Monaghan )

Oliver Wood ( Dominic Sherwood )

Angelina Johnson ( Aisha Dee )

Dean Thomas ( Alfie Enoch )

Valmai Morgan ( Lyndsy Foseca )

George Weasley ( faceclaim tba )

Gabrielle Delacour ( Sabrina Carpenter )

Hermione Granger ( faceclaim tba )

Lavendar Brown ( faceclaim tba )

Astoria Greengrass ( Medalion Rahimi  )

Cormac Maclaggen ( Freddie Stroma )

Pansy Parkinson ( Janel Parrish )

Next Generation Era

Teddy Lupin ( Herman Tommeraas )

Joely Delacour ( Josefine Frida Pettersen )

OC - Brie Kean ( Emmy Rossum )

Victoire Weasley ( Isabelle Cornish )

Lysander Scamander ( Tyler Posey )

OC - Apollo Ashford ( John Boyega )

OC - Greer Avery ( Courtney Eaton )

Lily Luna Potter ( Luca Hollestelle )

Ghosts/Various Eras

Helena Ravenclaw ( Gemma Arterton )

Bloody Baron ( Riz Ahmed )

Cedric Diggory ( Nick Robinson )