#i stand by clark the gryffindor

[lixzey]

head over heels

January 20th, 1976

Eloise Clark was late; she was never late for class. 

Eloise never meant to sleep in, and she never meant to stay up late last night either. She was revising for her O.W.L’s down in the Gryffindor common room and lost track of time. By the time she fell asleep, it was already half past two in the morning. 

Now here she was, running down the corridors on the way to Transfiguration class, her long red curls flying all over the place as she tried to get to class in a dash. Eloise prayed to Merlin, Circe, and Morgana that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t get angry or disappointed with her for being late; she was one of her best students, and she didn’t want to get detention for being late. 

“Sorry I’m late, professor!” Eloise said, panting once she reached the classroom, leaning beside the door frame. All eyes were on her as Eloise tried to catch her breath. 

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at Eloise, her lips pressed into a thin line. “You're lucky that you are one of my best students, Miss Clark. I'll let it slide this once; do not let it happen again.”

Eloise nodded frantically, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She quickly hurried to the vacant seat at the back of the classroom, pulling out a quill along with its inkwell and a roll of parchment. 

Professor McGonagall continued with the day’s lesson. Eloise eagerly scribbled down notes when the smell of chocolate and old books invaded her nostrils. She whipped her head around to see Remus Lupin standing in the doorway, looking worn and tired. Why in Merlin’s name does he look that tired? 

“Good morning, Professor. I’m sorry I’m late.” 

Professor McGonagall looked at Remus with a sympathetic smile. “It's quite alright, Mr. Lupin. Please take a seat and catch up with the lesson.”

Eloise watched as Remus made his way towards her, brows raised in confusion. Why the hell is he walking towards me? 

Eloise looked around and mentally kicked herself at the realisation—there weren’t any available seats other than the seat beside hers. She could see the rest of the Marauders snickering from the corner of her eye. Eloise visibly rolled her eyes as she scooted further to the other side. 

“Lovely to see you too, Clark,” Remus muttered, rolling his eyes as he settled into the seat next to her. Eloise bit back a retort, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of class. Great, just great.

Eloise and Remus have been academic rivals since first year. Eloise has never gotten along with him since he beat her in answering Flitwick’s question in charms class. Since then, Eloise has made it her mission to best him in every subject they shared. Unfortunately for her, Remus seemed to always be one step ahead, much to her frustration. It was petty, sure, but Eloise was determined to beat him at least once before they graduated from Hogwarts. 

As the class continued, Eloise tried her best to focus on the lesson, but she couldn't help but feel irritated by Remus' presence next to her. His mere existence seemed to throw her off balance, and she couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance she felt for him.

Eloise sighed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and taking a peek at Remus from the corner of her eye. He has another scar; why the fuck does he have severe-looking scratches on his face? Is it contagious? Merlin, does he need help? 

Remus, on the other hand, felt Eloise’s gaze on him. He was used to the stares of people, but somehow this time, Eloise’s felt a lot different than the others. It didn’t feel like she was judging him; Remus couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, but it was good in a way.

“Alright, I will be expecting three a parchment essay about today’s lesson on Friday. You shall work in pairs,” Professor McGonagall explained as she started to assign pairs for the essay. 

“Potter with Evans,” Eloise heard her friend—Lily Evans—groan and shake her head, making her chuckle. “Black with McKinnon, Pettigrew with MacDonald, Lockhart with Brown, Longbottom with Fortescue, Vance with Snape, Boot with Rosier, and finally Lupin with Clark.”

Eloise groaned inwardly, annoyed at the fact that she was stuck with the person she despised the most as a project partner. Why the fuck did it have to be me? Eloise shot him a glare, making it clear that she was not happy about the partner situation. 

Remus, however, seemed unfazed by her hostility. He merely nodded and began to gather his things as the class ended. Eloise quickly packed up as well, eager to get away from him as soon as possible. As the both of them walked out of the classroom, Remus stepped beside her, much to Eloise’s annoyance.

“Look, let's just get this stupid essay done and over with, alright?” Remus said, his tone surprisingly casual. 

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.” Eloise sneered, taking a dramatic step back. 

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking equally as annoyed as her. “I don't like this any more than you do, trust me,” he muttered. “But we have to work together if we want to get a good grade.”

Eloise gritted her teeth and nodded, knowing that he was right. I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing with him. “Fine, meet me in the library after classes.” 

Remus sniffed, annoyed at the redhead in front of him. “Alright, see you then.” 

Eloise rolled her eyes before walking away from him, her red curls bouncing behind her like dancing flames. Remus sighed, leaning against the wall behind him. “That girl is definitely going to be the death of me.” 

Eloise sat in the library alone after her classes ended, hunching over a book larger than her head as she waited for her essay partner. 

Eloise sighed, her eyes still glued to the book. He’s late—ten minutes late. Why the fuck is he late? Ugh, being the smartest bloke in school doesn’t mean he can-

“Hey Elsie, thought I'd find you here are you busy?” Eloise snapped out of her thoughts; her eyes snapped up to see one of her best friends, Alice Fortescue. 

“Oh no, I’m not—well, not yet. What’s up?” Eloise asked, closing the book and sitting up straight. 

“Can you help me with my potions essay? I asked Lily, but she’s busy with Prefect patrols tonight,” Alice said, plopping down on the chair beside Eloise.

“Erm, well, actually, I'm supposed to meet Lupin for the essay Professor McGonagall set,” Eloise replied, feeling guilty for betraying her friend in favour of working with someone she hated.

Alice raised an eyebrow. “Lupin? As in Remus Lupin? I thought you couldn't stand him.”

“I can't, but we were paired up for an essay in Transfiguration,” Eloise explained, feeling a bit awkward about the situation.

Alice chuckled. “Well, that's an interesting turn of events. Good luck with that, Elsie.”

Eloise groaned, biting on her lower lip. “Luck? I need felix fucking felicis at this point just so I can endure hours with him.”

“Oh, honestly, Elsie,” Alice laughed. “Remus is not that bad when you get to know him.” 

Eloise rolled her eyes. “He’s insufferable.” 

Alice chuckled before giving Eloise a teasing smile. “Maybe you just need to give him a chance. Who knows? You might actually get along after spending some time together.”

Eloise shook her head, not convinced. “I highly doubt it, Allie. He's always been one step ahead of me in everything, and it's really irritating.”

“Well, if you say so,” Alice shrugged. “And here he comes.” Alice’s lips quirked upwards when she saw the boy approach the table. “Hey Remus, how’ve you been?”

Remus gave Alice a nod, a smile on his lips.  “I've definitely been better,” he snorted, now looking at Eloise and her furrowed brows. 

“You’re late.” Eloise glared, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, Clark, I'm sorry you're just so eager to see me.” Remus rolled his eyes, pulling out the chair across from Eloise. “Flitwick kept me a bit longer to talk; he didn't know about your oh, so busy schedule that ten minutes was just perilous to your precious time,” Remus said, his voice now higher pitched to recreate Eloise’s.

As her mouth moved to retort, a chair screeched under the wooden flooring, grabbing both of their attention as Alice stood up to leave. “Oh Merlin, just try to not kill each other during this; Elsie still needs to help me with my essay; now behave you two,” she said, collecting her things as she went off to give them space.

But as she was parting ways with them, Alice turned around and mouthed good luck to Eloise. Merlin I- 

“So, I was thinking I could start finding out more about the doubling charm, and maybe you could go with the vanishing spell? After that, we can go through our notes and find important points that we need to include so we can start outlining our essay,” Remus asked, beginning to unpack his supplies and now looking at her, expecting a response.

“Fine,” Eloise grumbled, opening her own bag to take out parchment and quill. “But we'll start with my research first, then we'll move onto yours. Understand?” she demanded, giving him a challenging look. 

Remus sighed, shaking his head as he scribbled down notes. “Honestly, Clark, must we always be so competitive?” he asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“Yes, because I don’t want to fail just because of an incompetent partner like you,” Eloise retorted, rolling her eyes as she scribbled down on her roll of parchment. 

“Right, because you're the epitome of perfection,” Remus mocked, his tone mimicking Eloise’s voice. 

“Have you met me? That's just who I am,” Eloise replied, her tone matching Remus’ sarcasm. “Get writing, Lupin.” 

Remus fought the urge to groan out loud, knowing that arguing with Eloise would probably be like talking to a brick wall. He dipped his quill into the inkwell and began to write, mentally telling himself that this study session would be over soon.

“What kind of handwriting is that?” Eloise snorted, peeking at Remus’ wonky handwriting. “It looks like a drunk chicken swam in ink and danced on your parchment.”

“Well, I wasn’t blessed with beautiful penmanship like yours, Clark,” Remus shot back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. 

Eloise scoffed. “I can barely read it, Lupin,”  she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You write like a first-year; it's embarrassing.”

Remus sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Look, can we please just focus on the essay and get it done? I don't want to be here any more than you do.”

"Fine, could you try to write legibly? It’s not that difficult,” Eloise replied, her eyes never leaving the parchment.

“Fine,” Remus groaned, dipping his quill into the inkwell. “Freckle face.”

Eloise snorted, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is that really the best insult you can come up with?” 

“Well, it seems to have gotten your attention, hasn’t it?” Remus had a smug smile tugging at his lips. 

Eloise’s nose crinkled at the smug smile on Remus’ lips. “Scarface.”

“Swot,” Remus shot back. 

“Look who’s talking,” Eloise scoffed, her nose still crinkled in annoyance. “Teacher’s pet.”

“Try hard.” 

Eloise scowled. “I do not try hard.”

“Really? Because being second to me is saying otherwise.” Remus smirked smugly, leaning back slightly. 

“You take that back!” Eloise hissed angrily, her eyes narrowing. 

“Or what?” Remus challenged, meeting her gaze with a smug grin that Eloise wanted to smack off his pretty face. Pretty face? What the fuck, Eloise!? “What are you going to do, huh Clark?”

Eloise gritted her teeth, feeling her temper flare. “I'm going to stab you with this quill over and over again until you beg me to stop, Lupin.”

Remus rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smirk spreading across his lips. “Real mature, Clark.”

“You started it, you prick!” Eloise snapped, gripping the quill in her hand.

“It’s not my fault you get riled up so easily,” Remus retorted, his smirk not fading.

“I hate you!” Eloise spat through clenched teeth, her eyes ablaze with anger.

“The feeling's mutual,” Remus said, his tone laced with annoyance, though there was a hint of amusement in it as well.

“You absolute git!” Eloise snapped again; her red curls looked as if they were blazing.

“Can you both keep quiet? You're not the only ones in this library, you know.” Both Eloise and Remus’ heads snapped up as they heard a voice coming from the other side of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, hissed, glaring at them. 

Eloise clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at Remus. “This is your fault, tosser.”

“You were the one who started giving me grief about my handwriting,” Remus retorted, rolling his own eyes at her. “Last time I checked, it takes two people to argue, Clark.”

Eloise groaned, massaging her temples. “Yeah, well, you were baiting me the whole time!”

Remus held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, a look of fake innocence on his face. “Hey, you're the one who just threatened to stab me with a quill; it's not my fault.”  

“Why I oughta-,” Eloise began, but was cut off by laughter from behind her. Eloise whipped her head around, only to see James Potter and Sirius Black trying their hardest not to topple over from their laughter. 

Eloise scowled at them, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s so funny, huh?” she demanded. 

“My apologies for interrupting your romantic tension,” James said with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. “Just couldn’t help but overhear your bickering; it was quite entertaining.” 

Sirius raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “It’s just amusing to see you and Remus bicker like an old married couple.” 

“We do not bicker like an old married couple!” Eloise protested, her face flushing with embarrassment—or anger—the shade of her cheeks nearly rivalling her hair.

Sirius chuckled and draped an arm around James’ shoulders. “Please, you two arguing was the most entertaining thing that’s happened in this library since we got here,” he replied with a smirk.

“My galleons are on Clark; she'd definitely win. Moony here won't hurt a girl.” James laughed, leaning over Sirius with a smirk.

“Remus has the patience of a saint to put up with you, Clark,” Sirius snickered.  

Eloise's face flushed red with embarrassment. “Oh, shove it, Black, before I hex you into the next century!”

“Oh, charming,” Sirius snorted, feigning fear. 

“Ugh! Finish the damn notes yourself, Lupin!” Eloise growled, gathering her things to leave. “You are a prat, the lot of you! Kings of bloody prats!” 

Remus watched as Eloise stormed off, her red curls bouncing behind her as her footsteps echoed through the library. He shook his head and let out a sigh, turning to face James and Sirius. “You two are absolute gits,” he muttered, his lips quirking upwards in a small smile.

“Oh, Moony, you’re one to talk,” James responded, a grin on his face as he winked at Remus. “You and Clark would make a perfect couple; you both have the same level of stubbornness.” 

Remus rolled his eyes as he gathered his things to leave the library. “Not a chance in hell, Prongs. I’d rather get hit by the whomping willow than spend more time with her.”  

Sirius chuckled, patting Remus on the back as they left the library together. “We’ll see about that, Moony. We’ll see about that.”

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Another hc time!!! This one was fun to make,,,

I stand by my placements, if you have something to say, you're wrong :)

JK...kinda

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Hogwarts addition

Dick:

Dick is a Gryffindor

This bitch is hanging off the moving stairs railing, flipping from branch to branch on the weeping willow, and doing hand stands on his flying broom

The definition of no fear gryffindor

Has the anger issues for it

Pulls pranks on the other houses (aka Slytherins)

Always in trouble for doing dangerous things

Favorite class is defense against the dark arts

Can’t be on the quidditch team bc during try outs he kept doing tricks instead of protecting the goal

His roommates is Wally, Roy, and cyborg

Somehow became a prefect

Lol this is just a nicer James Potter

Jason:

Jason is a Ravenclaw

Smart ass,

he’s those types of Ravenclaws

Helps makes the riddles for the Ravenclaw dorms every year

Really good in his classes and his teachers love him,

or they would if he wasn’t picking fights with the Gryffindors

Potions is class is his favorite

Snape wants to hate him, but can’t bc Jason is the best in his class

On the quidditch team (the members were scared bc his brother dick wanted to be fancy with acrobatics, but he’s surprisingly good),

he plays beater

Prefers to throw hands instead of using words (despite his house).

he wouldn't unless he really needs to,

or if they're a Gryffindor (those bitches be annoying) (yes that includes Dick)

Has weekly book club

Tim:

Tim is a slytherin

Another smart ass,

but unlike Jason (who raather fight then waist time with words), Tim has a mouth

Calls out bullshit in the teachers are saying in the classes

All his teachers hate him, especially Snape which actually shocks everyone,

Tim calls him out on his blatant favoritism (even tho its his own house) (He gon call it how he sees it)

Denied any prefect or headboy offerers (it’s not his thing)

Has a lot of gryffindor and Hufflepuff friends

Finds quidditch boring

Did I mention he’s has a mouth,

like Jason has a mouth too, but Tim is just mean

Picks fights with ravenclaws bc they think just bc they're the “smart house” that they are smarter then him

Did I say mean?

I meant unhinged,

boy will make you feel dumb

Slytherin behavior, honestly

Dating a gryffindor (Conner) or dating a ravenclaws (Bernard) (or both) (whichever you wanna pick)

Damian:

Damian is a Hufflepuff

Was loudly upset when he was sorted into Hufflepuff

"I should be in Sltherin, the only house that's up to standers and the most logical choice"

He actually doesn't mind being in Hufflepuff after getting situated

He loves Hagrid only bc of they share love for magical animals

Also on the quidditch team,

Plays Seeker

He's small which makes him fast enougth to chase after it

“Mean Hufflepuff”

Has friends from each house (Jon - Gryffindor, Raven - Slytherin, Colin - Ravenclaw, Billy and Beast boy - Hufflepuff also Damian’s roommates)

Favorite class is magical creature and where to find them,

obviously

Becomes headboy in later years

Honorary mentions!!

Alfred - Slytherin

Bruce - Slytherin

Cassandra - Ravenclaw

Stephanie - Gryffindor

Barbara - Ravenclaw

Duke - Hufflepuff

Selina - Ravenclaw (her and Bruce were head boy and girl)

Clark - Griffindor

Diana - Gryffindor

Bart - Hufflepuff

Cassie - gryffindor

Harley - Hufflepuff

Ivy - Ravenclaw

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End of Beginning | AO3

Brief Description: Neil has a sister who grows up in the Nest until she's able to join the Foxes following Riko's death. A year after the events of Baltimore, an accident on the court leaves her without any memory of her brother, herself, or anything else.

imagine being loved (by me) | AO3

Brief Description: Jean would do anything for Kevin—teach him forbidden languages, pass love letters to someone that isn't Jean, and even promise to keep himself alive. He would follow him anywhere—on or off the Court. It's hopeless and always has been, but that doesn't mean that Jean has to be. If he waits long enough, Jean hopes that Kevin will finally pull his eyes away from the Court and turn around to see that he's been standing there all along.

Jean just never anticipated it being a death blow when Kevin finally does look his way.

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The Fall of The Phoenix | AO3 | FFN | Wattpad

Brief Description: In the course of a single night, Phoenix Potter goes from leading as normal a life as the daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter can have to being a central figure in the brewing war. With gods, prophecies, and a whole new type of magic at play, Phoenix must learn to navigate exactly the sort of world that her parents have always fought to protect her from.

Nott Worth Your Tears | AO3 | FFN

Brief Description: The son of a Deatheater and the muggleborn Gryffindor princess make for the most unlikely set of friends, yet few are better at comforting Hermione Granger than Theodore Nott.

Looking Past The Expected | AO3 | FFN | Translation

Brief Description: Harry isn't quite sure how to handle the loss of his godfather, and his friends are getting fed up with the sudden shifts in his mood. Finally, in a fit of anger, Harry storms off to try and find some peace of mind. He winds up getting exactly what he needs from the must unlikely of sources.

Night Light, Star Bright | AO3 | FFN | Wattpad

Brief Description: A one-shot about night lights, Prefect rounds, and friendship between Remus Lupin and Regulus Black.

Made With Love | AO3 | FFN

Brief Description: Teddy won't stop crying, and Harry isn't sure what to do. Luckily, Molly is only a fireplace away.

Hat in His Hands | AO3 | FFN

Brief Description: An unexpected visitor arrives on Harry's doorstep with an unexpected request. Harry is stunned to learn just how much time and circumstance can change someone.

Weasley Sweaters | AO3 | FFN

Brief Description: It's the first Christmas after the war-which means it's also the first Weasley Christmas without Fred. Harry realizes that he owes one woman a very special thank you.

Queen of the Rink | AO3 | FFN | Wattpad

Brief Description: Dumbledore decides to turn the Great Hall into a roller rink, and Tuesday's roller disco! Centered around the James/Sirius bromance; also contains Jily and hints at Wolfstar.

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hey I know you say Clarke is a Slytherin (I agree!) but what is Bellamy? I have seen him said a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff so I wonder what you think. Also Raven and Monty. Actually all of Spacekru!

I think Bellamy is a Gryffindor! One with Hufflepuff leanings (loyalty is way up there with him) but Gryffindors are very loyal, and also reckless, chivalrous, self-sacrificing, and protective, all of which are Bellamy to a T. They’re also natural leaders, which, yep, that’s him too. They’re also overly emotional melons who often make bad decisions because of those emotions, Harry (but they can learn!) Plus Bob looks like James Potter when he wears glasses and that is just Important. 

Raven is the chosen child of Athena and most definitely a Ravenclaw (I mean, they named that house after her, didn’t they? Rowena was just that big a fan? It’s canon). Monty I sort as a Hufflepuff but he could be a Ravenpuff. This Sorting business isn’t an exact science. 

Murphy is a total Slytherin and so is Emori (the consummate survivors). Harper…I honestly don’t know. She hasn’t been developed as much as the others (SHAME ON YOU, WRITERS). I’ll put her in Gryffindor for no real reason. And Echo…I also don’t know. Probably Slytherin. A very loyal, cunning, clever, fiercely devoted kind of Slytherin. But we’re still trying to figure out who New Echo is, so idk what the hat would say about her now. I don’t think Echo knows either now that she’s on Earth, and hopefully this season is about her sorting (heh) that out.

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I Need You To Kiss Me

Bill Weasley x Gender Neutral!Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1847

This is rather short and unedited but i thought it was cute so i hope you guys like ittt ❤️

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Bill watched you with a look of interest, the bright yellow accents of your house robes seemed to glow in the morning stream of sunlight that entered the great hall. You laughed at something Charlie was saying, his hands coming out to mimic the flap of what Bill could only assume was a dragon. It was his favorite part of the day, watching you talk to his brother. Unlike usual sibling rivalry, Bill was rarely ever jealous of other men, especially his own brother, and Charlie was well aware of his brother's feelings for the giggly Hufflepuff.

Charlie Weasley attempted to make a shadow puppet of a dragon, the look of determination and the awkward hand gestures made you erupt into a fit of giggles making Charlie shove your shoulder. You two had met in the year prior, you had been asked to be the study partner of a boy in the year below you, a Gryffindor nonetheless. Charlie was the one who walked into the library the next day, glowing ginger curls sat messily atop his head and freckles littered his face and neck. He was also ridiculously tall and burly, but his goofy smile and energetic wave was enough to prove he’d be good company.

You two had been friends since then, and as if it couldn’t get any better Charlie’s older brother Bill would often come by the library to meet with his brother after the study sessions. Bill was overtly handsome, he had the same red hair- though it fell in a more relaxed wave and was just long enough for the bottom layers to brush his shoulders and the top layers his ears- and freckles that kissed the tip of his nose and scattered across his cheeks. Confidence oozed out his pores like honey, Bill Weasley was the most intimidatingly gorgeous man you had ever seen.

“Oi, Bill! What about it then?”

Bill turned toward the sound, coming face to face with Calvin Clark, a fellow Gryffindor and quidditch teammate. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking to be filled on what he missed while he was doing his morning ogling.

“You’re not still hung up on that puff, are you?” Leonard Throndson asked, another teammate of Bill’s.

Bill chuckled, moving to fully face his pestering friends, “And would that be so bad?”

His facial expression was playful, but his tone let the boys know he’d do as he pleased regardless of what they said.

Calvin was the one to answer, “You’ve never been this interested in someone before and not tried asking them out before.”

“Is it cause they’re screwing Charlie?” Leonard asked, mouth fuller than his focus in the conversation.

The question earned him a whack to the back of the head by Bill making him pout and reach a hand up to rub the back of his head.

“They aren’t screwing Charlie, but they are his friend and we don’t really know each other. Reckon, it would be rather awkward if I just up and snogged my brother’s best friend.”

Calvin and Leonard nodded in agreement but Bill continued, “Maybe I’ll ask Charlie about them…”

“That’s great and all Bill, but back to my question. You up for a party this Friday?”

A sound of shock came out of Leonard’s, once again, full mouth making Bill and Calvin watch him muscle down the large helping of eggs he had shoveled into his mouth just minutes before.

“You should invite Y/n, then bam! Make your move at the party.”

Bill thought for a moment, considering the plan, “Not a bad idea.”

The boys were then immersed in party planning, Bill feeling his excitement start to simmer at the mere prospect of asking you out.

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You were leaving transfiguration when Bill Weasley pulled you to the side, a gentle arm guiding the small of your back. Once he came to a stop in front of Professor Binns classroom, you face him with a small smile.

“Everything alright, Bill?”

Bill leaned on the wall next to the door, his shoulder propping him up as he crossed his shins loosely and the best nonchalant expression he could muster fixed on his face.

“There’s a party this Friday in the Gryffindor common room, you should come.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, eyes glancing down at your feet, “Yeah that would be-that would be great I’d love to come.”

“What if I asked you to come with me, as my date.”

You gave him an incredulous look, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to find something to say.

He was incredibly forward and his confidence was exhilarating, not at all a turn off, and of course he was devilishly handsome and you’d want nothing more than to be his date but you didn’t talk to him much, and you thought he didn’t really pay attention to his brother’s friend.

“You wanna go on a date with me?”

Bill chuckled, hand coming up to comb back his hair and you felt your knees wobble at the sight, “Yeah, if you’re comfortable with that. If not you should still come to the party.”

“I’d love to come to the party, Bill, as your date.” You smiled, cheeks starting to ache.

“Brilliant, I’ll come pick you up by the barrels at 7:00 Friday night.”

You nodded, words seemingly having escaped you as your eyes followed his retreating frame, only to be startled by another Weasley. Charlie impressively snuck up behind you, successfully making you just when he popped into your eye line.

“What was Bill saying?” He asked, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Charlie had been made aware of Bill’s plans to ask you to the party by the man himself, and he couldn’t be happier at the thought of his older brother dating his best friend. He thought you two would be a perfect match far before any feelings were realized between Bill and yourself. Bill’s rugged exterior would compliment the softness of your being, and vice versa. Not to mention, you were both rather attractive people and Charlie was sure the sight of you two as a couple would be the talk of the school.

“He just asked if I would want to go to the Gryffindor party with- you knew!” You gasped, hand shooting out to smack Charlie’s shoulder.

He just nodded with a blinding smile, “He may have mentioned wanting to ask you out.”

You shook your head in disbelief, unable to keep yourself from laughing, “Get to class you ninny.”

Charlie jogged off, dodging another hit from you as he chuckled, his laughter being heard through the corridor.

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Friday night arrived faster than anticipated, and your nerves were barely still intact. You had planned and replanned how the night would go over and over again in your head, praying to any celestial being or otherwise that you wouldn’t make a complete fool of yourself in front of Bill.

6:58

That was the time you left your common room to wait for Bill, only he was already standing by the barrels with a smile playing on his lips.

“Was afraid you’d stood me up.” He laughed, hand moving to intertwine with yours as he led you to the Gryffindor towers.

You averted his gaze as you responded, “I thought about it, but felt bad in the end.”

Bill slapped his hand to his chest and he let out a dramatic gasp, “You’ve wounded me, Y/n. I thought Hufflepuffs were meant to be kind?”

“Guess I’ve always been a bit of a rebel.” You teased, glancing to see Bill looking at you with a smile and eye crinkles that made your heart leap.

“Perfect.”

The party was already in full swing by the time Bill ushered you through the portrait hole, hand finding its way around your waist and unmoving from the spot making unruly butterflies erupt in your belly.

He guided you toward a couch in the middle of the room where Charlie was sitting with a few other quidditch teammates of his and Bill’s that you could vaguely recognize, but they all greeted you with smiles.

“Y/n! How are you? It’s so much nicer seeing you in person rather than hearing Bill describe your dazzling smile or twinkling eyes.” Leonard spoke with such intense honesty, deriving from the few drinks he had before you arrived, it made you giggle as you turned to Bill who was now glaring daggers at Leonard.

“Twinkling eyes huh?” You asked Bill.

He smiled down at you, ignoring the way Leonard was now trying to push his way to the dancefloor, and gave a flirty response, “They are quite the sight, ‘specially when you’re laughing.”

Charlie smiled at the sight of his brother and his best friend getting all cozy on the couch as the party raged on. Bill’s hand resting respectfully on your knee, his thumb rubbing small circles.

It seemed you had melted into the couch and Bill’s side, he had one arm around you while the other rested on your leg that had been pulled to cross over one of his legs. You were completely facing him as you two talked, his hand that was around your shoulder coming up every so often to play with the ends of your hair as he spoke. He was more than happy to talk about his big family, and all his brothers. Charlie you knew, but he told you about Percy, the reserved adult trapped in a boy, then there were Fred and George, the wild twins that had a knack for causing trouble, and Ron, the youngest brother who had a new found love of food after a picky few years. But his smile widened and eyes crinkled with glee as he told you about the youngest, Ginny, his only sister.

“Poor girl’s only going to have brother’s growing up, but I reckon she’ll be able to take care of herself alright, she’s already pretty good at it.” He chuckled thinking of seven year old Ginny telling off Ron for eating her chicken wing.

And you told him about yourself, your family, and your fondest memories all while Bill listened carefully, a fond smile on his face as he watched your eyes twinkle just as he had described to Leonard and Calvin.

Soon your voice started to fade as you, quite literally, lost yourself in his eyes. Both of you leaned closer, at such a slow pace it was almost undetectable but the invisible pull was definitely noticed by you and Bill.

He stopped just before his lips reached yours, his hand coming up to hold your jaw as he looked into your eyes as he spoke, “Would it be terribly inappropriate of me to kiss you right now?”

Words, yet again, escaped you and left a simple, almost desperate, nod as your only answer to his question as you tried to lean closer to his lips.

“I need your words, love.”

Your voice was needy and whispered, “I need you to kiss me, Bill.”

He didn’t hesitate.

[acciofanfics]

Say Please (George Weasley x Reader) SMUT

Request: Any chance you could do one o f the weasley twins and a slytherin reader. From enemies to lovers with a nsfw

Pairing: George Weasley x FemReader

Warnings: Bad language words and smut

Word Count: 2567

A/N: So I hope this fits in with the request, the timeline is a little rushed. Also, I normally prefer Fred myself, but my partner in crime loves George so I figured I’d try writing for him 😂 -S

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Honestly, (Y/N) rarely caused much trouble. It might’ve come to a surprise to some of the close minded Gryffindors, but not all Slytherins lived to torment their class mates. In this particular moment she wondered how her house ended up with the poor reputation, because she would not be in detention if it hadn’t been for those annoying Weasley twins. She shot a glare over at... she thought it was George. “3 days. 3 days detention because of you and your brother! Could you have not at least waited until after class? I’m not sure what it is that warranted the abuse to begin with but no that wasn’t enough detention to?!”

Fred and George never thought too much about detention. They mostly didn’t get caught, but there were always a few hiccups and they’d learned the best way to deal was grin and bear it... it did suck that McGonagall was aware the punishment did little to deter them. It was her policy that they had to be separated during detention, she thought they had too much fun otherwise. Poor Fred... he was stuck in Snape’s classroom alone. Not that George much cared for the girl scolding him, “If it’s any consolation we weren’t even aiming for you. It’s hardly our fault you decided to sit next to that git Clark.”

As far as apologies went. That was a rotten one, but she supposed it did provide some comfort. If she were being frank, she didn’t really care for her desk mate either. He often snuck looks at her parchment and tried to correct her or offer his help to even the slightest mistake. It was so condescending, and he rarely knew what he talking about. She tried to imagine what it would like if he had been the one to open the exploding note. “Well, I guess that does clear some things up. Maybe you should work on your aim.”

“Well you can blame Fred on that, he’s the one with the bad aim.” George chuckled although he had to admit it wasn’t nearly as fun to pick on his slightly older brother when he wasn’t there to disagree with him.

“Well who’s the brains of the operation because it wasn’t the brightest plan to start with?”

Yeah, George definitely didn’t enjoy the company that much. She might’ve been pretty, but that seemed to be the only thing she had going for her. A sense of humor? Definitely not. An eye for genius? Clearly lacking. Sure the exploding note had been delivered to the wrong target and landed them all detention, but it got a great response. Lots of laughs. “Agree to disagree.”

“Well you don’t have to agree with me, I’m still right. You got a few kids to laugh, you missed your target, there’s no lasting effect really and had it been Clark who opened it you would’ve been spending detention with him for 3 days. Since you called him a git I’m guessing you three aren’t that close.” Her voice was so matter-of-fact, and so annoying. It also didn’t sit right with George that she might’ve gotten a few details right.

“Well what would be your brilliant plan?”

“Oh I don’t have one.” (Y/N) stopped her cleaning (no magic, because it was a punishment) and looked at George. He thought she was smiling for a split second, but upon further inspection it was definitely a smirk. “Of course I haven’t put any thought what so ever into it. I guarantee that I could come up with a better one though.”

The next day George cursed the fact he had detention again... it didn’t seem fair that it was only him that had to share it with (Y/N). When he asked Fred to go in his place, Fred told him the fact that he asked him to trade was proof enough he didn’t want to trade. Thankfully Professor McGonagall had a task for them that required a little more concentration and therefor less time he actually had to speak to the girl.

“I’ve done some thinking and I think I figured it out.”

George snickered at her thought. McGonagall had them grading first-years parchments. They should’ve definitely known the information already, but she left them an answer key just in case. “Well, I’d hope so. You’ve been looking at the answers for the past 30 minutes.”

She rolled her eyes, and didn’t bother looking up from the parchment. “Ha ha. I meant I figured out what I think would be a numerous prank for Clark.”

“Oh do tell...” George sighed, not at all interested, but willing to humor her all the same.

“I’ve spent an unfortunate amount of time with him, and I’d say he fancies himself more than anyone else. I’ve been paying a bit more attention, since our last conversation and I’ve noticed anytime he passes a mirror he checks his hair. I think you should do some sort of charm to mess with his hair. Even if it’s fixed relatively quickly he’ll be furious.”

Hmmm.... maybe? “What if it wasn’t a charm?”

“A potion might have a longer lasting effect... but how would you give it to him without him knowing something is up?”

“Maybe slip it in his drink?”

“He’d see it and none of us he likes enough to not suspect something and immediately know who it was.”

“Do you think it’d be possible to hide it in some sweets? Sign it from a secret admirer? He’s too arrogant to turn it down.”

George hadn’t meant to honestly give what she said too much thought and there he was:planning out a whole prank with the girl. Fred would feel so betrayed, until it worked at least. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he originally thought, but he still didn’t know if he liked her that much. Plus she was probably all talk.

Finally it was day 3, the end of their torturous sentence. It couldn’t come fast enough, especially since they had to clean again. George had shared the information he’d gathered from (Y/N) with Fred and he was all in. As much as he hated that they didn’t think of it, a good joke was a good joke.

“So it might interest you to know that I’ve acquired most of the ingredients to brew a hair raising potion. I just need one more thing I can nab tomorrow.”

Wow. Honestly he hadn’t expected her to really go through with it, much less steal the ingredients. “We haven’t even gotten out of detention yet and you’re already trying to get back in. You’re gonna miss me, huh?”

“Oh come off it. If you and your brother want to help, I’m going to set up in the girls bathroom on the second floor tomorrow night after dinner.”

There would’ve been no problem with that plan whatsoever. Sneaking out hadn’t ever been a problem since Fred and George snagged the Marauder’s Map in their first year, and even though they’d given it to Harry they still had most of the secret passages memorized. No, the problem that Fred had landed himself an extra day of detention. It wasn’t a secret that Snape didn’t like them, but it seemed unlikely that Fred really had done NOTHING to provoke him. He honestly couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit annoyed at his twin for leaving him to walk into that bathroom alone...

“Where’s Fred? I thought you two did everything together?” (Y/N) teased as she pulled a cauldron out of one of the stalls and gathered all of her supplies around the surrounding area. George was just a bit surprised that she actually recognized it was him. They’d tricked their own mother more than once, and she’d caught on in 3 days time?

“You know Snape, he’s got it out for us. Fred took the brunt of it today,” George shrugged and drew closer to her, ready to offer his assistance. “Look on the bright side, now you have me all to yourself.”

“Yay...” Her voice was less than enthusiastic, but a small smile played on her lips none the less. “Well don’t just stand there, hand me those rat tails.”

George had to admit that it wasn’t nearly as bad as he imagined. While, he was starting to come to the conclusion he might’ve misjudged her, he was now sure that was the case. He’d even gotten her to laugh! Surprisingly it was a good laugh too, one of the ones that were highly contagious. Brewing the potion didn’t take nearly as much time as he thought, and it wasn’t long at all before (Y/N) was giving it a final stir. “Now it just has to set for about an hour. I suppose after that we just need to put it in some candy and give it to him?”

“Seems simple enough, once we figure out the best place to leave it that will make sure he gets it.”

“I’ll leave it outside his room.” (Y/N) stated simply. It only made sense that she would, she was in the same house and the magical enchantments that the school was founded had a pretty backwards, but beneficial rule on the dorms. Girls could get into the boys dormitory quite easily, so I’d wouldn’t be a problem.

George couldn’t place it, but he didn’t know how thrilled he was with that part of the plan. There were other ways: like leaving it on a table in the great hall... or visiting the owlery? “What if you get caught?”

“I suppose I’m no stranger to detention now, am I? Don’t worry I don’t plan on letting you guys take credit for my brilliance, I won’t snitch.”

“It wasn’t that!” He didn’t know why it was so important she didn’t think he was worried about that, but it seemed like it was relevant in that moment.

(Y/N)’s smirk came back when she saw his cheeks turning just the slightest tint of red. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but there was the possibility she didn’t hate the twins as much as she did when she first opened that blasted note. Well, George at least (she hadn’t been forced to spend time with Fred). And it wasn’t like she was blind, he was attractive. Plus she hadn’t even planned any payback for him ruining her reputation in McGonagall’s class... it wouldn’t hurt to tease him just a bit. Really, he kind of deserved it. “We have an hour to kill... I wonder what we should do?”

George tensed ever so slightly when she leaned closer to him and batted her eye lashes. She was definitely on to him. Damn, well he wasn’t usually one to back down from a challenge. Usually he had his brother for backup, but that wouldn’t do him any good here and honestly he no longer desired to have Fred’s company... at least at the moment. “Well, I have a few ideas... we are alone.”

(Y/N)’s confidence didn’t waver, she expected a bit of stubbornness from him. Instead she climbed into his lap, her knees resting not so comfortably on the cool tile. Her forwardness seemed to catch him off guard slightly, but he quickly regained composure and smirked at her. It took a good bit of effort not to roll her eyes, but she managed. “Well don’t just sit there.”

George knew he was falling into a trap, but to be honest at that moment he didn’t quite care. He didn’t need to be told twice and he captured her lips in a lip bruising kiss. It was almost instantaneous that they both seemed to forget they they didn’t fancy either other. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands found her thighs, where he began to pull her against him.

It took no time for a sweet kiss to start burning into something more. No, it was more like someone throwing a match into gasoline: an immediate explosion. Her hips moved willingly against him, both enjoying the friction and she didn’t even think twice about George snapping open the buttons on her blouse. It gave her the idea to start on his shirt.

(Y/N) shivered when George helped her out of her bra. The cool air making her arch herself into him even further, but the cold didn’t last long because George began placing feverish kisses all over the newly exposed skin. Her moans definitely did something for him, even if it was just a confidence boost he nipped a bit harder or his grip on her skin got tighter. Normally, George might worry about leaving a hand shaped bruise on her arse, but he was far too focused and seeing how loud he could make her.

(Y/N) awkwardly reached between them and started to undo his trousers. George was willing to pull his hands away from her briefly to help her accomplish her goal. She leaned up, just enough for him to be able to wiggle his trousers and underwear down enough to free his erection. It wasn’t the most graceful thing they’d done, but she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side so she could sink down onto him.

The two let out a moan in unison and George grabbed hold of her hips, “Bloody hell...”

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what exactly came over her, other than a mixture of satisfaction and lust. “Say you’re sorry for getting me detention.”

Was she kidding? “Seriously?” When she started to lift herself up, he quickly changed his tune. “I’m sorry!”

She quickly dropped herself back down, earning another moan from the redhead underneath her. Of course having his cock buried deep inside her felt amazing, but having a bit of control made it feel even better. “Say please.”

George didn’t even think twice about obliging her order. The word spilled from his lips before he could even comprehend what he was saying, but he didn’t care. The plea made her move against him finally and he would say anything to keep her bouncing on his cock. Clearly she knew it too and that was enough to keep her satisfied because she kept it up.

It was somewhere between an eternity and a few minutes, before she felt herself getting close. It was harder to keep it up her rhythm, and George must’ve noticed because he started to use the grip on her hips to his advantage by lifting her and pulling her back down. She stopped abruptly, “If you want something from me, you need to ask.”

“Please?”

“Please what?” (Y/N) purred into his ears, rolling her hips.

“Please let me fuck you...” George’s voice was needy and he was so scared that she would tell him no. It was an instant relief when she muttered an okay against his skin.

Before (Y/N) could even register what was happening her back hit the frigid tile and George’s hips were snapping against hers hard and fast and she was seeing stars. So close... so close... she was coming undone. “George!”

It was no time, before he finished. Her orgasm fast-tracking his. He had to let his breathing steady before he could speak, “I think that should be a regular occurrence. We are way too good for it to be a one time thing.”

He laughed when she winked at him, “Well you know what to say.”

[secretkeeper13]

Flirt

I decided to try my hand at an outside perspective Hinny OC.  Just a bit of fluff, some humor (hopefully), and a bit of cringe. I hope you enjoy poor, sweet Craig!  Also on Ao3.  

The sun shone through the windows of the Three Broomsticks, casting rays of light across the dark wooden booths and tables. The pub was crowded- it was a Saturday, after all, and from the looks of it, plenty of Magpies fans had decided to apparate directly from the match, their black and white jerseys giving the room the appearance of a wonky chessboard. It was still late afternoon, so families with small children were mixed in among the regulars, contributing to the noisy din.

The table his mates chose was near the entrance, and he sat facing the door as he talked and laughed with them. It was strange, being here, all together, the six of them, now that they were out of school. They were still close- it was hard to live with people for seven years and not become friends. Though, he’d heard stories from others who couldn’t stand the people in their dormitories, so they were lucky in that regard, he supposed.

They’d been at the pub for less than an hour, after walking down from Dan’s flat on High Street once the match ended. He’d missed being around his mates every day, and they’d quickly made up for lost time, talking, joking, and laughing as if they were back in the dorm at Hogwarts and no time had passed since they’d all been together last.

“Let’s hear it Craig, got yourself any birds recently?”

Dan’s teasing tone jolted him out of his thoughts. His cheeks colored a bit at being called out.

“Nah, mate, Craigey-boy’s still hung up on Cressida,” Will chimed in, and Craig shot an annoyed look at his flat mate.

“I’m not hung up on her. And I have been out with other girls, you’ve been there. Stop taking the mick.”

Will grinned at him and raised his eyebrow. “Haven’t brought any home though, have you?”

Craig sighed. When he and Cressida split up this summer after seventh year, it hadn’t been on bad terms. She was off to Egypt to be a curse breaker for Gringotts, and he had no desire to leave England, so they’d gone their separate ways. He’d been happy living as a bachelor in London with Will, but he did miss her. Well, he missed the companionship of having a girlfriend, he supposed, trying not to think about her piercing blue eyes, the casual way she would ruffle his hair, or the way she kissed. He’d supposed that being with someone for so long- nearly two years- made it harder to move on. He couldn’t really picture being with anyone other than her.

“It isn’t like I haven’t been trying. You saw me get off with that girl outside the Leaky last month. Wouldn’t shut up about it for days, in fact.”  

Will laughed. “Didn’t bring her home though.”

He hadn’t brought her home. She was good looking, but not as pretty as Cressida. And to be honest, she hadn’t been a very good snog either, so really, what was the point?

“Mate, you need to get a leg over. It’s been what, six months now?” Ben asked.

Craig glared at him. They all knew full well how long it had been since he and Cressida split. Ben grinned back at him.

“Well, maybe today’ll be the day,” he shot back.

“To Craigey getting laid!” Will called, and they all raised their glasses to toast him in jest as he flipped them off with two fingers.

Not a quarter hour later, he happened to look up just as a gorgeous girl walked in the door of the pub. She was petite, and wearing a tight turtleneck sweater in dark green, with red hair cascading past her shoulders down to her tits, which were full for her small frame. She glanced around, as if looking for someone, then headed over to the bar. Craig’s stomach fluttered in anticipation. This could be exactly what he’d been waiting for.

“Next rounds on me,” he said to the table, gesturing over to the bar, where the girl stood. Her position at the bar meant that her back was to their table, so they couldn’t see her face, only her long, shiny red hair. She was wearing tight, tan trousers tucked into brown boots that came up to below her knees, and she had a fantastic arse, he noted.

Will made a low whistle and nodded in appreciation.

“Go get her Clarke,” Dan said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Craig stood up and walked over to the bar. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair.  He was nervous, and a bit tipsy, as they’d cracked open the firewhisky as soon as they’d arrived at Dan’s place. He took a breath to steady himself, then he sidled up next to her at the bar.

“Packed today, isn’t it?” he said, trying to sound casual, as if he chatted up fit girls all the time.

“Yes, by the looks of it we’re in for a bit of a wait,” she said, looking at the lone barmaid and the patrons stacked two deep up and down the long bar.

“Well, in that case... I’m Craig. Craig Clarke,” he said, extending his hand and giving her a boyish grin.

She looked surprised for a second, but then she took his hand and shook it, her hand small and warm in his.

“Pleasure to meet you, Craig,” she said, smiling. She exuded confidence. Her eyes were a lovely shade of warm brown and seemed to shine in the afternoon light.  

He was so captivated by her that it was only later that he realized she’d never told him her name.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, and as soon as he said it, he inwardly cringed at the obvious line.

Her lips turned up into a small smile, almost like a smirk, he thought.

“Not since I was in school.”

“Oh, I went to Hogwarts as well. Just finished last year. Hufflepuff. What house were you in?”

“I was a Gryffindor,” she replied, and her smile got broader and more impish, making his heart beat faster.  

She wasn’t in his year, or he obviously would’ve known her. There was something oddly familiar about her, though- like he knew her, but couldn’t place her. She must’ve been a year or two ahead of him. Maybe he’d seen her in the corridors. He wouldn’t have forgotten a face like hers if he’d met her properly, of that he was certain.

“I didn’t know many Gryffindors outside of my year. Dated a Ravenclaw though. Spent far too much time in their common room, unfortunately.”  He was rambling like an idiot, he thought, but unable to stop himself. And, why, why was he mentioning his ex? Her smile was dazzling and it was too much, almost like looking directly into the sun.

“You and me both.”  

“Swotty lot aren’t they?”

She laughed, a silvery tinkling sound, and her nose crinkled up a bit, which was adorable. He was smitten.

“I don’t normally come up to Hogsmeade either anymore, but one of my mates in my year works for Dervish and Banges, and we all came to his today to listen to the Montrose game.”

“Over quick, wasn’t it? Their new seeker had quite the debut.”

“You follow Quidditch?” he asked, delighted, though it was clear she did. She really was perfect, this girl.

“In a manner of speaking,” she said, almost coyly, and that smirk had returned.

“Which team do you support? I’m a Puddlemere man myself. Muggle born, so I got into it late. Brilliant sport though.”

“Harpies, through and through.” She bit her bottom lip, as if to keep from smiling wider. Her coy looks were driving him mad.

He wanted to keep the conversation going. Hopefully, he could work up the courage to ask her out.

“I live in London now. I work for the Magical Menagerie, caring for all the animals there. What do you do?” he asked. Perhaps she lived in London too. Maybe they’d know some of the same people, and he could invite her out with a group of his friends.

“Well, I’ve just had a bit of a career change. I’m a correspondent for the Prophet now.”

“Do you like it?”

“I just started, but yes, so far I do.”

“Well good luck with the change. My mate Will,” he gestured over to the booth where his friends sat, “just went through the whole career change bit. He took a job at the Ministry in the Department of Transportation right out of Hogwarts. His Deputy Head was a real stickler- impossible to work for, everything had to be just so- you know the type. He only lasted four months before he managed to get a transfer over to International Magical Cooperation. He likes it much better there, thankfully.”

“Yes, I definitely know the type,” she said, and her right hand covered her mouth as she seemed to suppress a giggle. He wasn’t sure what was funny about his comment, but he didn’t much care so long as he was making her laugh.

“Oi, Clarke, what’s taking so long? You getting our round or what!” his friends heckled him from the table.

“Come off it, it’s packed,” he called back, but they were all clearly engrossed in some drinking game they were playing and just ribbing him.

He turned back to her. “Sorry about my mates. Bunch of blokes together, you know how it is.”  

“I’m very familiar, trust me.” There was that smile again, so coy.

“What’ll it be love?” the haggard barmaid asked as she finally reached them.

He turned to her and smiled. “What would you like? It’s on me.”

“Oh,” she said, looking apologetic, “I couldn’t possibly, it’s really alright.”

“No, I insist, you’ve been such good company, let me buy you a drink.”

“No really, I-“

“Oh come on love, let him buy you the drink. I don’t have all day. Bars two deep right now,” said the barmaid, looking extremely exasperated.

“Just a butterbeer for me please,” she said to the barmaid, and then he placed the order for their round.

“Craig,” she said as the barmaid walked away. God, he loved the way his name sounded when she said it. “Listen, you’re very kind, but...”

“Mum-Mum! Mum-Mum!”

A baby, maybe a year old, babbling nonsense, appeared on her other side in the arms of a tall man wearing a baseball cap. The baby grasped her long hair, the smooth copper strands peeking through his tiny fist. He had thick, dark hair that stuck up in the back, and big brown eyes. Eyes that were exactly the same shade as hers, Craig noticed.

“Oh, Jim-Jams,” she cooed, taking the baby from the arms of the tall man holding him.

He was confused. Surely, she didn’t have a baby? She was probably only a year or two older than he was. Maybe a nephew, he thought.

The man who handed the baby to her was holding a knapsack over his shoulder and looked a bit frazzled. “I’m sorry we’re late to meet you, Gin. Didn’t expect the game to end so quickly. And then, on the way out, I turned my back for a half-second to grab more floo powder to refill the tin on the mantle, and he crawled into the loo, pulled himself up, and was splashing his hand around in the toilet. Had to give him a bath, didn’t want to chance a charm with that.”

She winced, then chuckled. “I told you he’s getting fast! And it’s alright, don’t worry. Neville’s not here yet either. He sent me a patronus that he’d got tied up with something. He should be on his way down now.”

Craig’s confusion grew. Who was this Neville? He hoped it wasn’t a boyfriend she was meeting.

“Mum-Mum!” the baby said again, as he settled on her hip, breaking into a wide, four-toothed smile.

She beamed down at the baby. “Hello, James. Mummy missed you, cheeky little monkey.” She reached her left hand up to stroke his cheek, and he noticed, for the first time, her wedding ring.

At this, the wheels, which had been turning far too slowly in his head, finally clicked into place.

He felt his face flush with complete embarrassment. He’d just been trying to chat up a married woman- the mother of a baby, for fuck’s sake. Well done, Craig . She probably thought he was a complete cad.

“I’m terribly sorry,” he said to her, his words rushed and incredibly apologetic. “I didn’t realize, I had no idea...”

She held up her hand and smiled at him. “It’s alright, you were very kind, really.”

“Gin, I think I see Neville on his way,” the man said. The man (her husband, Craig corrected himself, groaning inwardly at his absolute stupidity in failing to realize this sooner) was looking out the front window, onto High Street. Craig hoped he’d missed their exchange.

The man turned back to face their direction, his round glasses catching the light. He looked at Craig with a bemused expression. Dark stubble lined the man’s jaw, and black hair was visible under the cap. He looked a bit like Harry Potter, Craig thought, thinking of the Witch Weekly poster Cressida had of him for ages. Quite a lot, actually.

Then, realization, followed immediately by absolute horror, washed over him as he looked back at the red-haired woman.

Ginny Potter. He’d been trying to chat up Ginny Potter. The star chaser for the Harpies, whose poster had hung above Ben’s bed in the dormitory since fourth year, for fuck’s sake. How had he not realized it? Ginny Potter, who’d been on the cover of every newspaper for months when she’d decided to retire because she was having a baby. Harry Potter’s baby. He’d been hitting on Harry Potter’s bloody wife for the last five minutes.

His jaw was agape as he stared at her and tried to form words. He probably looked like a giant goldfish, he thought.

“You’re...” he gulped, still looking at her, his cheeks on fire. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you. I’m a bit drunk, you see. And I thought you were maybe a year or two older than me, not...” he trailed off, feeling like a complete idiot and wanting nothing more than to disappear.

She laughed, but it was genuine and not unkind. “Don’t apologize, it was refreshing, actually. Gives me hope for an anonymous future,” she said, and she winked at him. He felt his face flush even more.

He turned to the man, to Harry Potter, he corrected himself. “Mr. Potter, sir, thank you. I’m Muggleborn and started at Hogwarts a year after the battle. Wouldn’t have been able to go without all you did.”

God, he was babbling like an idiot. The baby was more coherent.

Harry Potter shifted a bit and looked uncomfortable at his praise. “That’s very kind of you to say. But I had loads of help, it wasn’t just me.”

“Daaaa,” gurgled the baby, who now had his hand on Ginny Potter’s breast, patting it happily. Craig immediately tried to look anywhere else. His face was even redder, he was certain. He stared at the bar top as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

Just when he thought his humiliation was complete, he heard a familiar voice.

“Hullo Harry, Ginny. And James! Merlin, he’s grown! Getting to be a big boy now, aren’t you?”

Craig looked up into the round, smiling face of his favorite professor, who was pretending to shake the baby’s hand as the baby gurgled and laughed. Oh, how he wished the day would end.

“Hello, Professor Longbottom.”

“Clarke! How’s the Menagerie going? I’ve missed your N.E.W.T. class this year more than I can say.”

“It’s going well, sir. I’m actually in charge of preparing all the food for the creatures- we’ve got a small greenhouse off the back, so I’ve been doing some growing myself.”

Professor Longbottom looked pleased, but then he asked the question Craig was dreading. “Craig, have you met Harry and Ginny Potter?”

“Oh, erm, yes actually...” he stammered, unable to think of how to politely phrase that he’d just tried to chat up Mrs. Potter because he thought she was fit and didn’t recognize her.

“Craig was kind enough to keep me company while I waited for Harry to arrive,” Mrs. Potter interjected. He shot her a grateful look.

“Drinks, loves.” The barmaid returned with a butterbeer and six glasses of firewhiskey.

Craig paid her and turned to Mrs. Potter to hand her the butterbeer.

“Thank you,” she smiled at him, as Harry Potter put his arm around her waist.

“Rosmerta’s saved us the back corner booth,” Professor Longbottom said, glancing to the empty booth tucked away in the far corner, away from the bar and the tables, “We’d best be off before these two are recognized by anyone else.”

“Goodbye, Professor, Mr. and Mrs. Potter,” he said, nodding to them. “Enjoy the afternoon.”

“Goodbye Craig,” Mrs. Potter said, smiling at him, her brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “And if you wouldn’t mind not mentioning it to  anyone else that Harry is here, we’d appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said, nodding, just wanting the whole thing to be over.

“Bye-bye,” said the baby, waving unprompted at him. Great, even the baby was having a go at him, Craig thought. Mrs. Potter laughed delightedly, and Mr. Potter exclaimed, “Clever boy, James!” They turned and walked off towards the back corner booth.

When they were gone, he finally exhaled, and slumped against the bar. He motioned over Will to help him carry the drinks back to the table.

As soon as he sat down, he began to gulp his firewhisky in earnest, wanting to forget that the horribly embarrassing incident had ever occurred.

“So what happened, mate?” Dan asked.

“Oh, erm, turned out she was married. Talked to her for a few minutes before I saw the ring.”

“Tough luck,” said Will. “Didn’t get a good look at her face, but she was fit.”

Craig nodded, still drinking. “What are you playing?” he asked, eager to change the subject, and then he threw himself into their game of 21, wishing for all the world that he and Cressida had never broken up. Not just because he missed her, which he did (he finally admitted to himself)- but because if they hadn’t, this never would have happened.

An hour and a half and more firewhisky later, Craig was feeling pleasantly numb. Some of the mortification had subsided, at least. And  then suddenly, he looked up, and she was there, alone, standing next to his chair.

“Craig, we’re heading out, but thank you for being so kind earlier. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered.”

“Oh, erm, it was nothing, really,” he said, feeling himself blush and wishing he could sink into the stone floor and disappear.

“Rosmerta will be over in a mo’. The next rounds on me, boys, enjoy yourselves,” she said to the table, before giving Craig a wink and a wave. Then, she turned, walked out the door, and disappeared with a pop before the door swung shut. His friends immediately turned to him.

“Was that?!”

“She’s bloody fit she is. Even better than in photos.”

“Damn, Harry Potter is a lucky sod.”

“Wait, you tried to chat up Ginny Potter?!”

“I didn’t recognize her!” he moaned, putting his head in his hands as his mates erupted into laughter. God, he would never, ever hear the end of this.

As his friends began to tease him in earnest (and really, he couldn’t blame them), Craig swore to himself that he would never try to flirt with some random girl at a bar again. He’d be single forever over ever reliving the humiliation of what happened today. Or maybe, he would write to Cressida tonight. Yes, he would write to her as soon as he got home.

[hwrryscherry]

I'm so interested in your reader model y/n ❤️❤️❤️ please, when you can do a blurb talking more about her life 🥺

oww thank you lovie🥺🥺 honestly, when it comes to blurbs I like to do them when is related to both Harry & Model Y/N BUT I prepared some facts about her for you since you're interested. Hope you like it and thank you for the love, I really appreciate it🥰🥰

50 Facts about Model Y/N that you probably didn't know.

Her face claim is Devon Lee Carlson BUT I always like to make it clear that you’re free to imagine her as whoever you want and whoever will make you feel comfortable

Model Y/N was born on May 12th, 1997 so she’s 23 years old. I choose this date because it's my birthday as well and besides Harry’s birthday, it is the only birth date that I can remember since I ALWAYS forget everybody’s birthday.

She’s a brazilian. She was born on a brazilian state called Minas Gerais that makes border with Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo.

Besides her first language being Portuguese(pt-br), she can also speaks english, spanish and french.

Her zodiac sign is a Taurus and her rising is cancer.

She’s closer to her mother than she is to her father. They don’t have a good relationship.

She subscribed herself online on modeling agencies in August of her senior year.

She went to New York City on September and signed with IMG models in which is also the modeling agency of Giselle Bündchen, Kate Moss, Gigi & Bella Hadid, Joan Smalls, Karlie Kloss, Ashley Graham, Barbara Palvin, Miranda Kerr, Hailey BIeber, Cara Delavigne, etc.

Model Y/N’s modeling informations are: Height: 5′8(172cm). Bust: 32 Waist: 23 Hips: 35

She considers herself a geek.

Her first fashion show ever for a really big brand was for Balmain by early 2015.

The Balmain fashion show was also where she met Gigi and Bella.

She considers the beggining of her career one of the most difficult moments of her life. She was in a new country by herself. She didn’t received much money on modeling yet and she used to pay rent, which in NYC is very expensive. She had to save money most of the time, so when her first Paris Fashion Week came, she stayed in an Inn and didn’t do any tourism through Paris because she simply couldn’t afford it.

Model Y/N bought her New York apartment on early 2017 when she was 19.

Her favorite country to visit ever is Italy.

Model Y/N auditionated for Victoria Secrets on both 2015 & 2016 but only was accepted in 2017 when she walked for the first time and met Harry as well.

Model Y/N actually met two 1D members before meeting Harry.

The first One Direction member that Model Y/N met was Zain by the end of 2015 when he started dating Gigi.

The secong member was Liam back in 2016 when she was in London for fashion week.

Model Y/N celebrated her 23rd birthday on quarantine when she and Harry were in lockdown with their friends in LA.

Model Y/N ADORES Lizzo btw and Lizzo sent to her bday balloons on her bday that said "100% that birthday b!tch".

Model Y/N prefers New York over Los Angeles.

She believes that one of the most inspirational people in her life is Harry, because she always get inspired by him and she really values his opinion.

Her fashion icon is Rachel Green from Friends.

She is TERRIFIED of dolls. It’s more like a phobia. Just the simple thought of it is enough to cause chills on her.

She is obssessed over MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe), from Avengers to Fantastic 4. If you want to talk about MCU with someone who knows A LOT about it, Model Y/N is your girl.

She is also a Potterhead and she is a Gryffindor, confirmed by the Pottermore sorting hat quizz.

She is scared of Twitter and doesn’t have a personal one. The one twitter that she ‘’has’’ is controlled by her manager and she doesn’t even has access to it.

The best advice she ever received came from a night out in London with Anne, Gemma and her mother that is: Be educated. Work Hard and always stay true to yourself.

Her spirit animal is a horse.

Her favorite disney movie is either Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast and Pocahontas.

Model Y/N is a supporter of humans rights and considers it extremely important to have those conversations and stand for what is right.

Model Y/N has starred at a Vogue US September cover. The September issue is the most important one from Vogue.

Model Y/N never went to college but she was planning to study criminal psychology.

Her favorite Harry Styles song yet is Sweet Creature.

Her favorite 1D song is They don’t know about us.

She is a huge Game of Thrones fan and had a major startruck moment when she met Emilia Clarke in the backstage of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon in 2019.

Her favorite books ever are Call me by your name BY André Aciman and a very famous novel called Dom Casmurro by a brazilian author called Machado de Assis.

Her favorite decade aesthetic is the 70s.

On quarantine, Model Y/N focused on things that she has wanted to learn but didn’t had time so she started studying italian and learned how to play piano.

She's a huge American Horror Story & The Hautings series fan and that's why she has a celebrity crush for Evan Peters & Victoria Pedretti.

Her favorite season is Fall but her favorite holiday is christmas.

She only had one serious relationship before Harry that lasted between 2015-early 2017.

Her dream trip is Amsterdam.

She doesn’t drink alcohol.

She walked as the Chanel Bride in 2019 Fashion Week.

Model Y/N says that if she ever has a daughter, she’d like to name her Blair.

She's an art lover. She believes that a world without movies, paiting, music and all the others types of art would be really boring.

That's why she loves musical movies and still knows the lyrics from every High School Musical and Camp Rock song.

She doesn't have a favorite movie from all times but The Mask of Zorro is for sure one of them.

Model Y/N would love to act in the future and she looks foward to trying it one day.

[harrytpotter]

A Dangerous Bet — Chapter Two.

Plot: A big change can make a person do crazy things. Take on dangerous bets. And that’s exactly what Y/N and Sirius Black did. Can a random and thoughtless occasion completely change two people’s lives?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: Sexual content.

A/N: Here is chapter two! Wrote it into late hours again, so sorry about any grammar mistakes! Hope you guys enjoy it.

As the week went by, Bentley and Clark weren’t exactly keeping a low profile and the entire school already knew they were having a fling. Your friends kept asking you how you were feeling, but you weren’t exactly sure. You did love Bentley during the time you were together, but part of the reason why you chose to break up with him, was because you didn’t love him like you used to. There was no spark anymore. No passion. It was just... boring.

“Guess that’s what happens when you grow apart and the feelings fade,” you thought by yourself as you were watching them kissing on a corner of the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall and realized it didn’t bother you at all.

“You’re staring,” Alice said into your year, startling you to the point you nearly dropped the mug you were holding and its entire content on yourself.

“I’m not,” you rolled your eyes annoyed.

“Yes, you were. Does it bother you? Seeing them snogging,” Marlene asked sympathetically.

Every pair of eyes belonging to your closest friends were on you, waiting for an answer. Each one studying you with persistence. Specially Sirius’.

“Do you still... love him?” He asked out of the blue, his brows furrowed and an unreadable expression on his face.

“I-“

“Why do you care?” Lily cut you off, sending him a threatening glare.

“I don’t,” he shrugged with a scrunched face. “I’m just worried, Y/N is one of my best mates after all.”

There. This definitely bothered you. Hearing Sirius saying he didn’t care did a lot more damage than seeing your ex’s tongue down the throat of another girl. You were one of his best friends and yet he didn’t care?

“How can you possibly not care if your best friend still loves a wanker like that?” James asked Sirius incredulously. “I know I do!” He added, looking at you and waiting for an answer.

“How about we just stop pressuring her and leave her be? I’m sure she’s got a lot on her plate already,” Lily said with an end-of-conversation tone.

Everyone slowly stopped staring at you and started chitchatting among them. Since no one was specifically talking to you, you started to get lost in your mind and your eyes once again wandered to Hogwarts’ newest happy couple. There was a time you truly believed Bentley was your soulmate and the two of you were meant to be. You used to think you were each other’s destiny. After crushing hard on Sirius Black for about a year without any sign of reciprocity, it was Bentley who had saved you from the hopeless feeling of seeing your best friend chasing girl after girl and breaking heart after heart and never noticing you were standing right there. It was him that helped you overcome this feeling. And now here you were, finding yourself uninterested in everything related to Bentley and playing with fire by having slept with Sirius. Six days ago you had your entire life planned out and now... now everything was just a mess.

Lily discreetly elbowed your ribs and motioned in Sirius’ direction. Turning your attention to him, you realized he had been observing you quite interested, not shying away from your inquisitive stare once caught red handed. You would keep staring back if it wasn’t from a dashing brunette Ravenclaw approaching him in a very flirty manner all of a sudden, causing him to break eye contact with you.

“Hey, you lush!” She said, licking her lips teasingly at him. You had to refrain yourself from rolling your eyes at the pathetic scene.

“Hello, you fit, fit woman,” he took her hand in his and placed a kiss on her knuckles ever so gently.

“Missed you at the last Gryffindor party, you were nowhere to be found when I arrived,” she started to play with his curls as she said so, a little pout on her lips.

Sirius’ eyes flickered with a devilishly mischievousness at her words as his eyes crashed into yours and a small smile quickly creeped on his lips. You had to look away abruptly to prevent your cheeks from heating up.

“Yeah, about that... I got heavily distracted,” he answered her, his eyes still on you.

“It must have been quite a distraction huh Pad!” James tapped on his shoulder in a congratulatory way. “You disappeared until the next morning.”

“So now ‘m a distraction,” you thought at yourself, feeling your blood boil inside your veins. Sure, you didn’t expect anything from him, but you surely expected a little more respect, you being his best friend and everything.

“Oh,” the brunette gasped, clearly unpleased at the boys’ remarks.

“Don’t worry, hun! He tosses his distractions away the next morning, you’ll still have your shot,” you shrugged sarcastically, entirely focused on the pudding you were eating.

Lily and Sirius stared at you mouth-widened as you calmly finished eating your dessert, completely unlikely the others, whom had exploded into a laughter, all assuming you were joking and teasing your friend as always, oblivious to what had happened between the two of you.

“Well, excuse me,” you said casually as you stood up and grabbed your bag after finishing your lunch.

Lily hinted to follow you, but you discreetly squeezed her shoulder, letting her now you needed some time alone to cool off. You could feel Sirius’ eyes burning holes in your back as you exited the table and, a few seconds later, the Great Hall.

You only stopped walking when you reached the clock tower courtyard, which was completely empty due to lunch time. You plopped yourself down on the edge of the antique fountain surrounded by statues of eagles and rested your elbows on your knees, your head still pounding of furiousness at Sirius’ words.

“Mind if I join you?” His voice echoed from beside you.

“Piss off, Sirius. I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now,” you said whilst closing your eyes and placing your fingers in the bridge of your nose.

“Shouldn’t I be the one mad here since you basically called me a rightful prick?” He chuckled.

“Right, because it’s always all about you,” you sang annoyed and looked to the opposite side that he was standing.

Sirius sighed heavily before making his way to you, bending down until he was on your level and resting a hand on your waist and another on your chin. He then gently turned your head so you could face him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked tenderly. “Talk to me.”

“A distraction? Really? I know I said I didn’t expect anything from you but I did expect a little bit of respect, you know, since I’m your so-called best friend,” you huffed after a while.

A shadow of an unreadable emotion run through Sirius’ eyes before he looked down and shook his head in disbelief.

“That’s what James said, not me. I said I got heavily distracted, which I did, because when we were together you and that moment were all I could think about,” he said, lifting his head a little so he could look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry i misspoke and made you feel that way. I do care about you, too much to ever hurt you on purpose.”

“Damn, you really know how to fool a woman, don’t you Black?” You joked harshly.

“I mean it,” he frowned.

“Well, then learn how to use your words, you daft!” You bumped your fist into his shoulder rather strongly, causing him to lost his balance and fall on his back, pulling you with him.

You stared at each other for a second before the sound of a loud laughter echoed through the empty courtyard. After what felt like ages of a hearty laugh, you rested your face breathless in the crook of his neck. Sirius took a hand out of your waist and started caressing your hair as you laid on top of him, a hand on his cheek and the other placed on his chest.

“Does it mean I’m forgiven?” He whispered into your ear with a giggle.

You lifted your head and stared into his eyes with a smile before nodding. Sirius smiled back at you and took a strand of your hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek after, caressing it with his thumb. You could feel the warmth of his breath as your faces were dangerously close, both of you starting to lean in without even realizing you were doing so. Your nose was brushing against his, lips almost locked.

However, a sudden clear of a throat ruined the moment and caused you to jump on your feet quickly, meeting Remus’ shocked eyes.

“Hi, Rem!” You greeted him before grabbing your bag recklessly and taking off completely embarrassed, not bothering to wait for an answer.

Remus watched you leave for a few seconds before offering his and to Sirius, who was still laid down on the floor.

“What was that?” The boy with warmly kind chocolate eyes asked with a scrunched face.

“We were fooling around when I fell on my back and she landed on top of me,” he shrugged before taking Remus’ hand and standing up.

“I meant the obvious tension and the almost kissing, Padfoot,” he lifted both of his brows.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my dear friend Moony,” he wrapped his arm on his friend’s shoulder and started to lead him back into the castle.

Remus got out of Sirius’ embrace and grabbed his arm gently.

“Padfoot, she’s your best friend...” he started, concern clear in his voice. “You can’t gamble your friendship like that.”

“Do you think I’d ever do something like that to her?” He asked a little hurt. “We’re just... i don’t know.”

“Merlin, do you fancy Y/N?” He asked a little shocked. Remus had always been suspicious that Sirius had a crush on you but since he never made a move, he never paid much thought to it.

“What- No!” Sirius denied quickly with a scrunch of a face. “I’m not capable of such thing, and by such thing I mean feelings.”

“If I didn’t know you better I’d say you were lying,” Remus smirked. “About the first half of your sentence at least.”

“I’m not!” He exclaimed exasperatedly. “Besides, she deserves a lot better than me.”

Noticing a sad smile on his friend’s face, Remus squeezed his shoulder sympathetically.

“You could be a good man to her if you tried.”

“I’m too much of a fuck-up to ever commit to anyone, Moony, specially her,” he leant against the nearest rock-wall and looked at his friend with a side smirk.

“When will you start getting yourself more credit, you filthy dog?” Remus said with a grin.

“Oh, come on now, Moony! I do think I’m devilishly irresistible and a real catch already! How much more of a credit from myself do I need?” He joked, getting inside the castle and motioning for his friend to follow him.

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“Oi! Y/N! Come join us!” James waved for you from the stuffed armchair he was occupying as soon as you scrambled through the round hole concealed by the Fat Lady portrait.

Remus, Sirius and Peter looked over their shoulders at the sound of your name. You could see a knowing grin plastered on Remus’ face and your cheeks started heating up as you made your way to them.

“Hello, Y/N,” Remus widened his grin once you were inside his line of sight, your cheeks already burning by now.

“Why do you look so flustered, L/N?” James asked suspiciously with a furrowed brow.

“She turned pink as soon as she saw Remus, maybe she fancies him,” Peter nodded at James.

“Or maybe she fancies someone else...” Remus teased.

Sirius were studying your face quite amused and his eyes flickered with lust at his friend’s words, his piercing look flustering you even more.

“So Moony wants to tease, huh? Well, two can play a game,” you thought to yourself, plotting quickly a little prank to pull on your friend.

“Rem... I don’t think they’re gonna buy it...” you started, a play pretend anguish frown on your face.

“What do you...” he started to ask you, clearly confused.

“OH, REMUS JOHN LUPIN! I’M READY TO LET THE WORLD KNOW WE’RE IN LOVE!” You shouted, cutting him off and grabbing the attention of all of your fellow Gryffindors that were scattered along the Common Room. And then, without a warning, you gave him an intense and long peck on the lips.

Remus turned as red as a tomato, his eyes widened in shock, whilst Sirius had tears on his eyes due to how hard he was laughing. James and Peter just stared at you with a dumbfounded look on their faces, as well as the rest of the students.

“Merlin, Moony... that was like kissing my bloody brother! Sorry but I don’t think we have the chemistry to engage on a relationship,” you said mockingly, reaching for his hand with a condescending look on your face. “But we’ll always, always be friends.”

Pulling Remus aside as soon as you were done talking, you drove him to the quieter and inhabited corner of the room, looking into his eyes.

“Please, don’t do that again! Don’t tease me in public about... well, that!”

“I wasn’t gonna tell James, you know that,” he retorted offended.

“I do, Rem, but he’s not as much of a daft as he seems, he’d realize you were holding information and his annoying self would torture you until you had to no way out but tell him what you saw!”

“Good point,” he shrugged. “‘M sorry, I won’t tease any of you about that again. Not in public at least.”

Remus grinned amused at your annoyed eye-roll, hugging you and leading you back to the fireplace with the other Marauders. He would definitely be teasing both you and Sirius for as long as he could.

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[wendimydarling]

Hogwarts Houses

So I’m going to start this by saying that the Houses and their character traits will be listed below Henry and his characters, so that you can see whether or not you agree with me. I pulled my house information from The Odyssey Online and Wiki Fandom. For everyone that gets assigned to Gryffindor, I will also sort them into what house they would be in if they hadn’t chosen Gryffindor. 

HERE WE GOOOOOO!!!

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Henry - Hufflepuff

Henry is a Hufflepuff. This was established here, and I stand by what I said in that post. He is kind, and loyal, and good, and he’s VERY good at puzzles (aka finding things).

Stephen Colley - Hufflepuff

Stephen is also a Hufflepuff. He values hard work, fair play, and he is loyal to a fault, even if it means sacrificing his happiness.

Mikey - Slytherin

Oof, Mikey is hardcore Slytherin. A lot of people might see him as lazy and while I think he can be, I think inherently he’s ambitious and determined. He goes after what he wants (the girl), he’s cocky and arrogant, and he takes charge of the situation most of the time.

Melot - Gryffindor/Slytherin

Melot is all about bravery. He would ask to be in Gryffindor at once because that is the house that is represented by bravery. He is also daring; in the beginning he volunteers to be one of the runners when they rescue the women. He is loyal to Mark up until he feels betrayed, at which point he does what he feels is necessary for his people. This is why I would place him in Slytherin if I wasn’t so sure he’d ask to be in Gryffindor. 

Evan Marshall - Ravenclaw

My gut leans towards Ravenclaw for Evan. He is an EMT so he’s smart, and he’s creative as well as clever. He gets them out of a very tough situation with minimal casualties, and he’s the one who comes up with the idea of how to beat the baddie.

Charles Brandon - Gryffindor

Another Gryffindor. I have a feeling that when sorted Charles would have asked to be in Gryffindor only to save face in front of others like the King, but the Sorting Hat has done this before, like with Ron Weasley. Ron would have been a wonderful Hufflepuff, but his older brothers would have teased him forever if he’d been sorted there so he asked to be in Gryffindor, and the sorting hat accepted. Same rule applies for Charles. Charles would have made an excellent Ravenclaw if he hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor.

Theseus - Hufflepuff

Theseus is a hufflepuff because he is kind-hearted. Even though he’s a hothead which would put him into Slytherin or Gryffindor, he wouldn’t ask to be in Gryffindor, and he’s too thoughtful of others feelings to be in Slytherin. He also works very hard and is dedicated to his cause when he is thrown into a position of leadership.

Will Shaw - Ravenclaw

Will is a Ravenclaw because of his intelligence, and his wit. He didn’t know much about what his dad was up to, but in a refreshing change of pace he knew what NOT to do so that he wouldn’t get caught. That is, until he got caught. 

But up until that point, he had smarts! 

Clark Kent - Hufflepuff 

Clark is a Hufflepuff for every reason one would be a Hufflepuff. He is smart and courageous yes, but he is also kind, loyal, hard working, determined, and patient. The ONLY reason that Clark would not be in Gryffindor is because he wouldn’t ask.

Napoleon Solo - Slytherin

*said in a cheesy french accent* Ah, Napoleon. 

Napoleon is a Slytherin, through and through. He is cunning, crafty, resourceful, proud, and intelligent. He craves being in charge, and He does NOT like having to share the spotlight with Illya. Illya being a Gryffindor by the way, in case you’re wondering. Ironic, no?.

Captain Syverson - Gryffindor

Oh, this man would ask to be in Gryffindor before the Sorting Hat was even fully placed on his head. He is the epitome of a Gryffindor: brave-hearted, chivalrous, courageous, and loyal. He’d take a bullet for any one of his men, and often puts himself into unknown situations first.

August Walker - Slytherin

Without a doubt, August Walker is the embodiment of the Slytherin motto “Do what is necessary”. He will do whatever it takes to accomplish his mission, even if it means clearing a room of fifty people just to kill one. And his manifesto screams of arrogance and pride. He is loyal yes, but only to himself, and he’ll get rid of anyone who stands in his way.

Walter Marshall - Hufflepuff

This one was hard. I saw him as either a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff, but Huffelpuff won out because of his courage. I don’t think he’d ask to be in Gryffindor which is why I didn’t place him there for his courage, but Hufflepuffs have also been noted for their bravery as well, aka Cedric Diggory. Walter is also very kind and compassionate towards others; he wouldn’t be able to do his job well without it. 

Geralt of Rivia - Ravenclaw

Lastly, we have Geralt, who I see as a Ravenclaw. This is mostly because of his wit and his sense of humor, though he is rather intelligent as well. He has the book smarts about the things that were taught to him by the Witchers, but he does lack smarts in other areas. However, he is a quick study, and will pick up must topics quickly. He also has an innate sense of wanting to fit in, which I feel as “nerds” or “outsiders”, most Ravenclaws feel this way. 

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This was SO fun, and long overdue! Feel free to argue your own stance, this sorting is entirely my opinion! All House Character Traits will be listed below if you’d like to keep reading.

Gryffindor: The house of the brave, loyal, courageous, adventurous, daring, and chivalrous. Corresponds to the element of Fire. Those who stand up for others are typically Gryffindors. Brave-hearted is the most well-known Gryffindor characteristic, and Gryffindors are also known for having a lot of nerve.

Gryffindors are people who hold a multitude of qualities alongside the ones listed, making them a very well-rounded house. People who are Gryffindors are often people who could fit nicely into another house but choose to tell the sorting hat they want Gryffindor (there's that bravery). "Do what is right" is the motto Gryffindors go by.

Hufflepuff: This house values hard work, dedication, fair play, patience, and loyalty. Corresponds to the element of earth. Hufflepuff's are known for being just and true. "Do what is nice" is their motto.

Hufflepuff is known as the “nice house" and believes strongly in sparing people's feelings and being kind. This is not to say that Hufflepuffs aren't smart or courageous. Hufflepuffs just enjoy making others happy and tend to be more patient toward people.

Ravenclaw: The house is known for their wisdom, intelligence, creativity, cleverness, wit, and knowledge. Corresponds to the element of air. Those who value brains over brawn can be found here. Ravenclaws often tend to be quite quirky as well. "Do what is wise" is the motto they strive to follow.

Though Ravenclaws can be know-it-alls sometimes, they most likely do know what the wisest decision is.

Slytherin: This is the house of the cunning, prideful, resourceful, ambitious, intelligent, and determined. Corresponds roughly to the element of water. Slytherin's love to be in charge and crave leadership. "Do what is necessary" is the motto of this house.Slytherins do, however, have a tendency to be arrogant or prideful. This is most likely due to the fact that everyone in Slytherin is exceedingly proud to be there.

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CW // Harry Potter

So, like, I know we all hate HP now and that we all should read other books and I do not stand by anything J.K Rowling has said in the past years.

Now, I was thinking of a Smallville HP AU, except I can't really fit anyone in the HP world (I guess SV is already pretty much extraordinary on its own and there's nothing much that HP can add to that) BUT!!! I wanted to sort SV characters into Hogwarts houses so I kind of did, but in an overthinky way

For starters, I don't think SV Clark is a Gryffindor, although pretty much every other version of him would be. SV Clark is definitely brave, and fights for what's right, but he's more of a spur of the moment guy, and if he had the chance he *wouldn't* want to be the hero, he just wants to be normal and live his life. But he's still a pretty caring and loyal guy, so I'm putting him in Hufflepuff.

Lois is a Gryffindor, some other versions of her could be arguably Slytherin, but SV Lois is 100% a Gryffindor down to her bones with absolutely all the quality traits of one.

I think Pete and Jonathan would also be Gryffindors, but I would put Martha in Hufflepuff. She's down to earth, hardworking, fierce and extremely loyal to who she loves, but not in a jerky judgmental way like Pete and Jonathan, Clark is also like that too, so imo he got that from her.

Chloe I would put in Ravenclaw, although past s5 she doesn't have any more visible traits than "loyal to Clark", she was still extremely curious and obsessively in love with writing for me to put her anywhere else.

Lionel is a Slytherin period. Like he doesn't ever show any traits besides Slytherin ones the entire show.

Lex is difficult for me because I want to put him in Slytherin too, because ambition is a major Lex trait is all other universes and I wouldn't put any other Lex anywhere else. But SV Lex isn't exactly... Ambitious. For all his talks his major nightmare is becoming president and his biggest dream is to have a family. SV Lex also spends the entire series in pursuit of the truth of what exactly happened and happens in Smallville. Also, he didn't exactly wanted to become his father and the reason why he puts Lionel in jail is more because he hates Lionel and Lionel killed his grandparents than an attempt to get LuthorCorp from him (but also, I think he's still pretty ambitious, and he's obsessive and he's extremely loyal to a small group of people he loves which are all Slytherin traits). So I think in SV Lex is way more of a Ravenclaw than a Slytherin, although Lionel tried to force him to be exactly like him.

Lana is also a Slytherin tho, she's very very ambitious, she wants to become better and better and travel the world and she refuses to settle down for the Smallville country life. She also doesn't want for people to pity her, but she knows how to use the pink princess image to make people do what she wants them to do, but she's also better when she has a challenge to overcome. She's also very, very loyal and could even chose to be a little underhanded if she needs to be to get what she wants. Very Slytherin imo.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

mmm personality test sorting time !!

i’ve done one character a day for a while & now they’re all done, so: fun sorts for my characters alphabetically under the cut.

i took the 16 personalities test for the mbti, the eclectic energies test for the enneagram, for hogwarts house I was going to originally just choose based on instinct but i did end up using this knockoff pottermore test, and then I did the open psychometrics “which character are you statistically most like” quiz for the last one. 

henry strauss-- 

mbti: INFP (the mediator) -- “Mediators may feel directionless or stuck unless they connect with a sense of purpose for their lives. For many Mediators, this purpose has something to do with helping and uplifting others. Empathetic by nature, these personalities may feel other people’s suffering as if it were their own“ lmfao oh henry

enneagram: oh he’s a type 4 for sure. I agree with that 200%. -- “Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated.”

hogwarts house: 42% hufflepuff (then in order: ravenclaw, gryffindor, slytherin)

which other characters are you most like: 

#1: charlie from perks of being a wallflower (OUCH!!)

#2: wes gibbons from htgawm

#3: jonathan byers from stranger things

holland vosijk--

mbti: ISTJ (the logistician)-- “Logisticians have sharp, fact-based minds, and prefer autonomy and self-sufficiency to reliance on someone or something. Dependency on others is often seen by Logisticians as a weakness, and their passion for duty, dependability and impeccable personal integrity forbid falling into such a trap.” this is so funny to me. it’s very true. 

enneagram: type 8-- “People of this personality type are essentially unwilling to be controlled, either by others or by their circumstances; they fully intend to be masters of their fate... Eights have a hard time lowering their defenses in intimate relationships. Intimacy involves emotional vulnerability and such vulnerability is one of the Eight's deepest fears” legit

hogwarts house: 40% slytherin (then in order: ravenclaw, gryffindor, hufflepuff)-- this actually surprises me because I would have guessed ravenclaw instead. 

what other characters are you most like: 

#1: carolyn martens from killing eve (i didn’t know who this was but apparently she’s “principled yet ruthless” and that tracks)

#2: severus snape from harry potter

#3: mr. darcy from pride and prejudice (lmfao)

kaz brekker--

mbti: ESTJ (the executive)-- I don’t know that this is accurate because the whole first paragraph of the description is about how executives understand right/wrong and embrace honesty and tradition BUT later in the description some of it aligns: “Executives don’t work alone, and they expect their reliability and work ethic to be reciprocated – people with this personality type meet their promises, and if partners or subordinates jeopardize them through incompetence or laziness, or worse still, dishonesty, they do not hesitate to show their wrath. This can earn them a reputation for inflexibility.”

enneagram: type 3-- “They are frequently hard working, competitive and are highly focused in the pursuit of their goals... They are often self-made and usually find some area in which they can excel... They know how to present themselves, are self-confident, practical, and driven... They are good networkers who know how to rise through the ranks.” THAT’S accurate. 

hogwarts house: almost the same as holland, which is unsurprising-- 37% slytherin, then 30% ravenclaw with gryffindor and hufflepuff trailing far behind. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: amy dunne from gone girl (lmfaoooooo)

#2: walter white from breaking bad

#3: vicious from cowboy bepop

martin blackwood--

mbti: INFJ (the advocate)-- “Advocates generally strive to do what’s right – and they want to help create a world where others do the right thing as well... Advocates may be reserved, but they communicate in a way that is warm and sensitive... Advocates might find themselves feeling especially stressed in the face of conflict and criticism. These personalities tend to act with the best of intentions, and it can frustrate them when others don’t appreciate this.” awww that’s sweet I do like that for him.

enneagram: type 2, with 6 being a close second. I definitely called that. “People of this personality type essentially feel that they are worthy insofar as they are helpful to others... Twos are warm, emotional people who care a great deal about their personal relationships, devote an enormous amount of energy to them, and who expect to be appreciated for their efforts.”

hogwarts house: 39% hufflepuff, and then the others are all fundamentally tied around 20-21% each. I’d agree with that. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: landry clarke from friday night lights (initially i was like-- a football player? what? but then his wiki description is: “generally polite, awkward, and enjoys playing guitar” so lol ok)

#2: cameron james from 10 things i hate about you

#3: peeta mellark from the hunger games

melanie king--

mbti: ESTP (the entrepreneur)-- “Entrepreneurs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. Entrepreneurs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses.”

enneagram: like holland, she’s for sure a type 8: “Eights are strong willed, decisive, practical, tough minded and energetic.” I think the aggressive aspect of type eights is more obvious in her personality than his, though.

hogwarts house: 47% gryffindor! then, in order: slytherin, ravenclaw, hufflepuff. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: erica sinclair from stranger things

#2: max mayfield from stranger things

#3: lois lane from smallville (yessss)

orpheus--

mbti: INFP (the mediator)-- I was actually surprised he got introverted instead of extroverted, but here we are. “Mediators’ creativity and idealism can bloom even after the darkest of seasons. Although they know the world will never be perfect, Mediators still care about making it better however they can. This quiet belief in doing the right thing may explain why these personalities so often inspire compassion, kindness, and beauty wherever they go.”

enneagram: oh, yep, he’s a type 9-- “People of this personality type essentially feel a need for peace and harmony. They tend to avoid conflict at all costs, whether it be internal or interpersonal... Nines tend to adopt an optimistic approach to life; they are, for the most part, trusting people who see the best in others; they frequently have a deep seated faith that things will somehow work out.”

hogwarts house: my sweet son is 43% hufflepuff, then gryffindor, ravenclaw, and essentially no slytherin.

what other characters are you most like:

#1: flounder from the little mermaid (ok that’s sort of rude)

#2: snow white from snow white

#3: dorothy gale from the wizard of oz (that tracks)

patroclus--

mbti: INFJ (the advocate)-- so, same as martin. “Advocates can speak with great passion and conviction, especially when standing up for their ideals. At other times, however, they may choose to be soft-spoken and understated, preferring to keep the peace rather than challenge others.” i love him sm.

enneagram: he’s a type 2, also like martin, the helper type. this half-surprises me because i thought there was maybe a chance he’d be a type 6. 

hogwarts house: it’s actually really close between hufflepuff and gryffindor? 31% and 32% respectively. then slytherin, then ravenclaw. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: eliza hamilton from hamilton

#2: glenn rhee from the walking dead

#3: ben hargreeves from the umbrella academy

wei wuxian--

mbti: ENFP (the campaigner)-- “Campaigners, like all their Diplomat cousins, are shaped by their Intuitive (N) quality, allowing them to read between the lines with curiosity and energy... Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.”

enneagram: he’s my only type 7. “They tend to be extroverted, multi-talented, creative and open minded... They often have an entrepreneurial spirit and are able to convey their enthusiasm to those with whom they come in contact. When they are able to focus their talents, they are often highly successful. Focusing does not always come easily for Sevens, however.”

hogwarts house: this test says he’s 29% slytherin, 27% gryffindor, 23% hufflepuff, and 21% ravenclaw. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: george weasley from harry potter (oh that’s genuinely really good)

#2: abby sciuto from ncis (that’s actually perfect too from what i know about ncis)

#3: nymphadora tonks from harry potter

yuri plisetsky--

mbti: ISTJ (the logistician), same as holland-- “Logistician personalities are no-nonsense, and when they’ve made a decision, they will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action... To Logisticians, honesty is far more important than emotional considerations.”

enneagram: he’s type 3-- “People of this personality type need to be validated in order to feel worthy; they pursue success and want to be admired... When unhealthy, their narcissism takes an ugly turn and they can become cold blooded and ruthless in the pursuit of their goals.” lol

hogwarts house: 31% slytherin and 27% ravenclaw, then gryffindor and hufflepuff in last. 

what other characters are you most like:

#1: cordelia chase from buffy the vampire slayer (once again, hilarious)

#2: amy march from little women

#3: tahani al-jamil from the good place

[riversoaked]

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME : jules ( julia ) rowland. 

MEANING:

name: jules, meaning youthful, downy.

surname: rowland, meaning renown land.

MONIKERS / NICKNAMES : the veteran. 

GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis-female, she / her. ( very complicated relationship with gender. please do not ask her about it. ) ETHNICITY : white english. DATE OF BIRTH & AGE: january 10, 1805. ( 40 years old ) ZODIAC SIGN : capricorn — the sign that is brave enough to never run away, but constantly afraid of their inner monsters. ORIENTATION : bi, bi, bi ! ( must be: someone who can beat her in a fight. ) ( or: a beautiful and dainty woman / twink who she would protect in a fight. ) ( strong leaning toward women tho. )  MARITAL STATUS : single and has absolutely never considered herself wife material.  OCCUPATION : quartermaster.  CURRENT LOCATION : the hms promethean.

BACKGROUND:

PLACE OF BIRTH : london, england. port city, baby !  RESIDENCES : whatever ship she’s on. she hasn’t ever really had a stable “residence.”  RELIGIOUS VIEWS : she’ll pray to literally any god she thinks might be listening. she’s tried it all! ultimately, some form of christianity. spiritualism. sailor superstitions. it’s a mix.  EDUCATION : very little formal education. she learned to read / write when she was a teenager. she learned a lot on the job! she’s a little proud of this and also a little salty when she talks to people far more educated than herself.  LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english and a handful of other languages where she’s picked up very selected and colorful phrases.  FAMILY :

child: eleanor clarke ( ~7 years old, being pregnant literally saved jules’ life after the rest of her crew was killed / captured in her final days as a river pirate. she pleaded the belly to avoid getting hanged herself, used the child to garner sympathy, was released from jail, and dumped the child on her sister. honestly, it was the best for everyone. father is known, but unaware of eleanor’s existence or what happened to jules for that matter. ) 

parents: mother ( anna rowland, deceased ) + father ( albert rowland, as good as deceased ). the short story: anna and albert marry young, have jules, end up in a poorhouse, and albert runs off. jules and her mother think dear old dad is dead, but he’s just gone off and married some new and younger woman who actually has a little bit of money. anna dies due to the horrible conditions of the poorhouse, and some of the other people try to take care of jules but she’s ~12 years old and absolutely unruly and runs off. 

siblings: ida clarke ( half-sister, 8 years younger --- a result of dad’s new marriage, which jules found out about after running off. jules absolutely hated her at first, since her family was living in conditions that were a lot better than what jules ever had, but ida’s sheer stubborn goodwill eventually won jules over. ida taught jules to read / write when jules was ~16. yes, it was embarrassing for jules to learn from an 8 year old; no, no one knows about this. the two keep in touch. ida is married with two kids now, one of which is jules’ birth daughter. ) 

OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONS : none that still talk to jules. jules LOVED burning bridges. 

APPEARANCE:

FACECLAIM : katheryn winnick. HAIR COLOUR / STYLE : blonde, typically messy, always pinned back or braided. since her mother died, she wore her hair short so that she could blend in / be mistaken for a man. since she joined with malachy, this is the first time in her adult life where she’s been able to wear her hair long. she has no idea what to do with it, but it makes her feel pretty, okay!!! she’s never felt pretty before, and maybe that’s shallow, but she deserves this, okay!!  EYE COLOUR / SHAPE : hazel, round eyes. HEIGHT : 5 ft. 8 in. BUILD : athletic / toned. can and will beat you in an arm wrestling match.  SPEECH STYLE : low voice, tries not to speak too often, communicates far more with looks. she always sounds like she’s mocking you even when she’s not. kind of just grumpy.   RECOGNIZABLE MARKINGS : too many scars to name. the most prominent: a shocking amount of scars on her back, small scar on her cheek, a scar across her stomach. some tattoos: pig on the left foot, chicken on the right foot, heart on her forearm with a name that has since been done over with a dagger. ( also let jules give you a tattoo. ) BEAUTY HABITS : she’s gross. someone give her tips and teach her how to properly wash her hair. :-/ 

PERSONALITY:

TROPES : bruiser with a soft center,  ineffectual loner, old soldier, for the greater good  INSPIRATIONS : jude perry (the magnus archives), anne bonny (black sails), azula (avatar: the last airbender), bucky barnes (captain america) (i know, i know)  MBTI : istj --- introverted, observant, thinking, judging, turbulent.  ENNEAGRAM : type eight --- the challenger, sees themselves as strong and powerful and seeks to stand up for what they believe in.  ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral --- an individualist first and last. HOGWARTS HOUSE : gryffindor. POSITIVE TRAITS : bone-deep loyal to the captain, observant to the strengths and faults of those around her, trying to do better  NEGATIVE TRAITS : certain in her superstitions, haunted by who she was in the past and who she might be again, willing to do whatever it takes for her cause  HABITS : tugging on her hair, just straight up not answering questions if she doesn’t want to, slipping into her Commanding Voice even when it’s not the place for it  HOBBIES : cleaning her weapons, drinking with the crew, playing cards, just listening and watching the water, training  USUAL DEMEANOR : she does not really give off the vibe of approachable. she comes across as brash and rude and a bit barbaric. she’ll pace back and forth and can snap at people, but if she knows you... she is a lil nicer... she’ll slap you on the back and thrust a drink in your hand. 

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS : she’s broken some bones that haven’t healed right, and her back hurts sometimes. just some aches and pains that feed into her “oh it’s time to retire” jokes.  NEUROLOGICAL CONDITION : trauma, baby........  ptsd and lots of resulting anger issues from it.  PHOBIAS : fear of ghosts, fear of the past, fear of what she is capable of.  ALLERGIES : none that she knows of. SLEEPING HABITS : insomnia due to.... everything going on with her lmao  SOCIABILITY : bad at it, negative charisma. she’s like a cat that pretends it doesn’t want to be petted and will slowly come up to you and you’ll start petting it and then it’ll bite your hand for no reason. desperately wants affection, does not know how to give affection / receive affection.  ADDICTIONS : she was very alcohol dependent for a few months before malachy found her. now it’s a bit more casual, but it’s a little too easy for her to cross that line. 

[bfwa]

Fluff Under 8,000 Words - Round 1 Winners

Flying Home by @bettsfic

While flying home for winter break, Bellamy meets a totally overwhelmed young mother with an infant, and offers to lend a hand.

I Need That Fire by @eyessharpweaponshot

A Bellarke fic where the Elves and the Humans are at opposite ends of an alliance - but love is found at the border, a secret that has blossomed without them even realizing it.

Sweetheart by @asroarke

“Bell!” he hears Octavia’s voice call out, and he jerks his head in that direction. And there his mother and sister are, tearing up with huge smiles on their faces. When he looks beside them, he notices that Clarke isn’t standing with them. His stomach drops.

The sound of footsteps running toward him are the only warning he has before Clarke jumps into his arms. Before he can even register that it’s her, Clarke is peppering kisses all over his cheeks and chin. “Clarke, I—” The rest of his words are lost as she presses her lips hard against his.

The soldier coming home fic no one asked for where they're eager to make up for lost time.

tender (in your arms) by @octannibal-blake

The worst part of separation, the part no one ever talks about, is forgetting.

Or: the one where Clarke comes home and there can never be too many ‘I love you’s’.

Keep My Head Above Water by @arysafics

Bellamy runs Clarke a bath, and she almost drowns in it.

for the prompt “passing out after taking a long bath and having your bff secret crush break down the door to rescue you”

like you mean it (like it's splitting you in two) by @talistheintrovert

Clarke is tired. Bellamy is tired.

They decide they're tired of being tired alone.

It's time to get some rest.

Insert Titanic Quote Here by @octannibal-blake

Bellamy volunteers to be the nude model for Clarke's figure drawing class. Which is problematic because a) he's her best friend and she'll have to look at him naked for an hour and b) she's actually stupidly in love with him.

woven into the fabric of your tapestry by @octannibal-blake

The one where Bellamy and Clarke adjust to the revelation that they're soulmates.

Obvious Magic by @eyessharpweaponshot

The Yule Ball is something that Bellamy Blake thought he would never get to experience. Christmas Day at Hogwarts is amazing enough without such a prestigious event. And as if the day needed any more magic, Bellamy realises that he's in love with Clarke Griffin.

Two 'friends' constantly at one another's throats, bickering about everything and anything, suddenly falling in love? Now that really is magic.

Out Loud by @arysafics

Clarke is really into quidditch, but since she sucks at playing, she's forced to announce the matches at Hogwarts instead. Except she kind of keeps going off on tangents about how hot the Gryffindor captain is.

Carve Your Name Into My Bed Post by elle_stone

She feels like she's holding a great secret, thumping in her chest along with the beating of her heart: this secret of the way he looks at her, and the heat that rises, a pink blush across her skin. The heat of the room, stuffy and thick. The dim-lit background of the room like blurs and shadows, and the surround-sound of the upbeat melody of the music, so loud it could almost drown out the thrum of the secret, of her heart, of her lungs. The way he meets her eye, messages sent without words.

Fight Fire With, uh, Coffee? By kindclaws

Blake's Brews, 4.7/5 stars, 59 reviews.

04/12 Anonymous: The coffee here is really good!!! My barista spontaneously lit on fire after I paid but the coffee more than made up for it. 4.5 out of 5 would come again.

04/23 Roma F: The owner seems like a grump but he's actually really kind and has an excellent memory for supernatural dietary restrictions. I'm part fae and he always makes my brew with iron-free implements. Plus all the baristas are cute just sayin' ;)

05/17 Anonymous: I don't even like coffee but I come by regularly because I think two of the baristas are falling in love and I shit you not it's the cutest thing ever

06/08 John M: good pastries. my gf dragged me here to look at the flirting baristas. Mr Blake if you're reading this pls make a move, I have money on you realizing you're in love by the end of the month.

Would you like to write a review for Blake's Brews?

[aust3niana]

Help! Searching for a CLEXA HP!AU FIC

Please guys, Im going crazy thinking about this fic, this is my last resort post

Things I know for sure

Is a Clexa HP AU

About two and a half years ago  it was incomplete, maybe even more.

A lot of mistery and angsty.

There is some sort of prohibit love bewteen Clark and lexa, they cant stand each other but then make out.

I belive they keep ther liasong hidden from the rest of their friends.

Thigns im not shure im remember correctly

Clark  was a Gryffindor.

Lexa was a Slytherin.

Lexa is sort of a pariah.

The fic was in the moment I read it not very known about.

There was something with Lexa family, like something bad, it was still a mistery  the last time i read it.

There was something about an Unbreakable Vow or Fideluis Charm, Im not very shure about this, I can very well be thinking of a supercorp hp!au