#pleasant prefects tag

[calcifiedunderland]

Part I (here), Part II, Part III (COMPLETED)

Trey Clover vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

In which the way to the Prefect’s heart is through their stomach! At least, according to three of NRC’s students…

I got the idea from @recreyomakesdoodles , from this post! Thank you so much, hope you liked it!!💕

Tagging people I think would be interested: @aruis4nosleep , @tinseltina

Warnings: food/eating

Notes: I decided to split this into multiple parts because I never have any restraint while writing and this ended up being long. Enjoy :D

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“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Azul pushed his glasses up, balancing a stack of takeout boxes emblazoned with the Mostro Lounge logo on them. Cold blue eyes met Trey’s golden irises. Trey cleared his throat, shifting a heavy picnic basket from one hand to the other. “What brings you here, Azul? I thought you’d be busy at Mostro Lounge…”

Azul snorted, “the Prefect knows to expect me today. Clearly, you are the one intruding.” Earlier that week, he overheard you wailing to your friends about your upcoming History of Magic exam. Apparently, this unit was on Atlantica’s magical history - a topic that was, unfortunately, giving you trouble.

Fortunately, Azul was a mer who grew up learning the history by heart. Naturally he offered you assistance in exchange for having you taste-test some dishes. And how could he not help a poor, unfortunate fellow student like yourself?

Besides, if he wanted to bring along some personally cooked meals to Ramshackle, under the claim that you both would be there ‘for hours, so you may as well try some foods (that I made!) for the upcoming Lounge menu (that I run)!’, that was nobody’s business. And certainly not Clover’s business.

Trey crossed his arms, easily holding the heavy picnic basket like it weighed nothing. Azul could smell the buttery pastries and powdered sugar through the closed basket lid where he stood. “Riddle sent me to give the Prefect an invitation to the next Unbirthday Party. I thought I’d give them some treats to… sweeten the deal.” Though Trey had a disarmingly pleasant smile with the pun, his eyes bored into Azul’s.

Azul frowned. “That couldn’t have been more than a simple text. Aren’t they friends with your first years, as well?” He asked, remembering your first year friends that he’d turned into anemones.

Trey adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze, a telltale deflection sign that Azul didn’t miss. “Well, it’s more official coming from the Vice Housewarden.” “And I suppose the baked goods are complimentary?” Azul sniffed disdainfully at the basket, “Surely, the prefect needs more than pastries. A proper meal,” he emphasized.

Trey’s eyes narrowed, “a basket of baked goods is better than whatever deal you’d have for them,” he nodded to the boxes Azul carried. “Everyone loves a good old fashioned pastry. Can’t say the same for seafood.” Azul opened his mouth to retort, when suddenly both of their ringtones went off.

IM SO SORRY AZUL!!!!! I got caught up with something, can I come over tomorrow?? I likely won’t be done until later, the headmage has me doing stuff 😭

TREY!!! Tysm for the invite, you didn’t have to go out of ur way to give it in person!! ill definitely be there at the party! 😄 sry I’m not there atm, Crowley wanted me to do something for him

Trey frowned, reading your text. Azul huffed, shouldering the stack of food boxes, muttering “looks like today was a loss.” Trey sighed, “well, it can’t be helped…” he made a mental note to put the pastries in the Heartslabyul fridge and just deliver it to you tomorrow, under the guise of ‘checking up on you’ after working for Crowley. The two of them trudged down the path to the Hall of Mirrors, heading back to their dorms.

The two of them walked in silence until Trey abruptly said, “I don’t know what you want with the Prefect, but I hope you have their best intentions at heart.” Azul turned to give Trey a withering look, “I assure you, when it comes to the Prefect, I have nothing but good intentions.” As he stepped into Octavinelle, Azul smirked and muttered, “especially regarding their heart.” Trey lingered for a bit, staring at the Octavinelle mirror with an unreadable expression. “We’ll see about that,” he said aloud in the empty Hall, then headed back to Heartslabyul.

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Meanwhile, you sighed heavily, collapsing onto the chair. The cafeteria was pretty much empty, save for the random student or two. It was already darkening outside, and you were hungry. Crowley wanted you to do something for him just before lunch, and soon half your Saturday was gone running around NRC. You’d even lost track of time, and missed Azul’s study session and Trey dropping in! You groaned, hearing your stomach growl loudly.

“Prefect? What are you doing here?”

You glanced up, seeing Jamil with a large container of tupperware and other small containers. The delicious scent of curries, labneh yogurt cheese, and freshly made pita made your mouth water. Despite yourself, Jamil caught you looking at the boxed-up food more than once.

“…Crowley had me running errands, and I may have skipped lunch…” your voice grew quiet near the end. Jamil raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “I actually ended up making too much food for Kalim,” he said, moving around the table to sit next to you. “There’s enough for an extra person, and I’ve have already eaten.”

Your eyes widened, and Jamil started dishing out some curry and flatbread for you. Bright-colored curry sauce and chickpeas flooded the platter, wafting a delicious scent. As Jamil ripped a piece of pita, your stomach growl loudly. Your face felt warm. Jamil only chuckled, pushing the plate he’d conjured towards you. “What about Kalim?” You asked, feeling bad. Jamil smiled, “Please, go ahead. There’s enough for Kalim and you.” A warm smile grew on your face, and you gave Jamil a one-sided hug before digging in. “Thank you! You’re my savior!”

As he watched you eat, a tender look grew on Jamil’s face. He shifted the food containers so he could watch you while nibbling on some flatbread. It wasn’t difficult to determine that you were off on Crowley’s whims again - with you running around the school and being gone for several hours. With that in mind, it wouldn’t be anyone’s fault if he accidentally made too much food, so he thought he’d drop it off at Ramshackle later. It was sheer luck that you’d dropped by the cafeteria!

You hummed, soaking up some of the leftover curry sauce with your flatbread, “this was delicious, Jamil. Thank you so much.”

Jamil smiled genuinely, but a devious look came into his eyes when you looked back at your plate. “Please, Prefect, allow me. Wait here.” He took the plate, going to the kitchens to box up some food for you to take back. Walking back to you, he handed you the container, “It’s getting late, I can walk you back to Ramshackle.”

The two of you set off, with you holding some of Jamil’s boxes. “This was… really sweet of you, Jamil,” you smiled. You knew Jamil always had his hands full, whether it was taking care of Kalim or managing literally everything else. Maybe the food was making you gush, but you were definitely grateful for the impromptu meal. As you opened the door to Ramshackle, you gingerly handed the boxes back to him.

“Ah, wait,” he shuffled them and held a large one out to you. “This one is yours.” Your eyes widened, “Jamil, this is a lot-“ “Please.” Your eyes met his dark grey irises, and warm gratitude filled your chest. “Jamil, I… I really don’t know what to say. I have to repay you somehow-“ Now that was what he wanted to hear.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to try making some new dishes,” he glanced at you. “I’ve been needing someone to taste test them, and Kalim won’t be available…” You nodded eagerly, “Of course! I’d love to help you!” You said your goodbyes, and as the door shut behind you, Jamil had a calculating smirk on his face. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

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Ace of Hearts

Ace x MC/Reader

Summary: it's kinda weird how Ace is known for fooling anyone with his mischief yet he follows anything and everything the magicless prefect of ramshackle dorm orders him or tell him to do like a card soldier loyal to it's queen. basically just:

Ace: what's more important? being on tv or some stupid assassination?

Prefect: Ace~ I can't do it alone, please~?

Deuce: uh oh we're losing him

(a/n This is inspired by the meme "Ace whenever the magicless prefect orders him to do something" and its him saluting lol)

Tags: fluff, romance, Ace being a simp for MC/Reader, Prologue mention.

Ace Trapolla

A name everyone should be aware of, the prankster of heartslabyul, the number one rule breaker or the cause of Riddle's hair to go white or face to go red.

Ace Trapolla

a name in the infamous first year troublemakers that roamed popularity on NRC, for solving the overblots together with the prefect of ramshackle. a guy involved in tons of school trouble including the overblot of Riddle Rosehearts.

"Ace Trapolla" you call on him.

A name of a guy beloved by the magicless prefect, to call, to run to, to order around. the one who punched the housewarden of heartslabyul just because he had made a comment about the prefect's family status. just because of that snide comment about his friend he had made the choice to risk himself.

what would his excuse be on why would he do that to the esteemed housewarden of roses?

he was snobby? he was rude? he should talk about himself instead?

Only he get to tease or make a sarcastic comment the prefect?

Who knows? but what everyone would know when they first take a look at the two together, Ace and Prefect. they'd think that the mischievous playful Ace that the hearstlabyul know, would change to a lovesick puppy following it's master instead

Deuce Spade isn't any better but he is not as much as Ace, Two of these hearstlabyul students would surround the prefect close as they can, the other 3 Savannaclaw, Pormefiore and that one loud Diasomnia student would do the same but not as close as the other two as they were literally by their side

this little group of first years would be the reason why halls and classrooms would whisper in their presence, can you imagine it? one of the most dangerous things that could happen in twisted wonderland yet it's to be solved by a normal magicless student.

and for Ace, that's amusing

when you two first met all could he think was you're pretty too plain, just another face in the crowd he could ignore, well except for the fact you lack the basic requirement to go to this school and the only student who had a noisy raccoon familiar.

if he hadn't said anything when he passed you two by about to clean the statue of seven, he wouldn't get involved with you at all

but there you two are, in a mine plotting a plan to get the a magestone so none of you three get explled

to be honest, for a half day he had a full on adventure with you and that Deuce involved, he can't say it's pleasant but not also interesting. you're interesting.

your plan worked on getting the magestone and even made yourself and Grim an official student of NRC.

you are clearly smart on your own way, having yourself meddle with things you shouldn't had but did get it unintentionally. so he did you a favor on giving him help to stay over for tonight due to some... collaring circumstances.

he can't say it's on purpose but whatever!! you just got to help him tonight and it'll be over, he promised.

everything went and so on, you three including Grim were on the unbirthday party to give the Chestnut tart and finally get the stupid collar off him but he didn't expect for the rest of you to get collared either and spending another night in your ramshackled of a dorm

He would thought you'd finally got enough of him and his shenanigans and finally made the right decision to kick him out but no, you two were on the same page now. you hated Riddle being tyrannical and this stupid collar encasing your neck. that's the only reason why you joined Ace and Deuce's force against Riddle and let them stay in for the night.

that's his reason why he did it.

he punched Riddle because of that reason. you were something else, something special.

no one was allowed to make a comment about your family status without taking a look at themselves first housewarden or not. Riddle might be the tyrant queen of the Heartslabyul but isn't to Ace

Riddle was nothing likr a Queen but a child throwing a tantrum Infront of Ace just because he had not followed a absurd rule that shouldn't make any sense.

Ace isn't going to accept somebody to disrespect the person who had helped him, who had let him stay in, and prevented his expelling.

he isn't going to accept that, not a disrespect to or at you.

it shouldn't be made.

it has been already year since the overblots you encountered, a year ever since the first overblot- Riddle's overblot

it's a good thing you are living your best life now here at twisted wonderland as you still hope for the way back home and...

"Hey!! wait up!" Ace come up running to you together with Deuce. almost tripping as they stop a few steps after you

and hoping you could stay forever with these idiots.

"Hello there guys! how's your remedial test?"

"oh, we're getting back on track to it but more importantly, IS IT TRUE YOU'RE SKIPPING OUT ON THE UNBIRTHDAY PARTY!?" ah he had heard about that, you were welcome at Heartslabyul to visit anytime you want, you had become a special guest but this time you weren't, Crowley had said so should you focus on your studies first before partying around. unless of course the Housewarden or a dormmate himself invited you to come.

"Yes i will sadly, headmaster orders, unless-" you stop at your talking before looking directly at Ace

"you'd get me in? Crowley said j can as long as I'm invited" you could get Deuce to do it but this Ace Trappola is your Ace Trappola

plus Ace requires little persuasion.

"What!? No way I'd do that Riddle wou-" you interrupt him as you hook your arm at his, clinging like a koala to a ginger tree branch

"please Ace~? I'd be really sad you know? Grim hasn't eaten sweets for days too." you smirk at him, this happened to work apparently, it started as a joke to get him carry your books but when you doed your eye at him he immediately took it from your hands as he walked together at your side.

"Oh no we're losing him." Deuce said to himself noticing how Ace had turned red from your clinging

"Sh-shut up Deuce! f-fine...! as long as you don't say anything to Riddle about this... he'd get mad if he knew you weren't supposed to be in the unbirthday party" Ace stuttered trying to clear his throat and calm his nerves down

he isn't breaking away from your clinging, should you push it?

you hugged your arms tighter at his. before pulling him towards the corridor and beaming a smile

"Thanks, Ace! i know i could count on you." he could swore he heard angels sing at him when you said that before you hook your other arm with Deuce and cling in the middle between them two as you three walk together at the halls

when did he became a puppy to you? anyone would think you were just a normal person with no inch of magic in you, you weren't even special to begin with so how'd the Ace of hearts became your soldier?

if it's Ace the one who'd think that....

"damn, you know how to use your charms."

[siren-serenity]

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Sypnosis: After many long discussions with Headmaster Crowley, the prefect of Ramshackle finally had permission to open up their own restaurant - ♡ Cafe Amor ♡! With a new restaurant in the midst, students scurry to discover what is so amazing about it and Cafe Amor takes off! Mostro Lounge and the Mystery Shop would soon be left in the dust as the new competitor, Cafe Amor, takes top spot, making it the Battle of the Restaurants!

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ How to Join!

The requesters (you guys or your TWST! OCs) will be workers at Cafe Amor. Either by being baristas or behind-the-scenes chefs. Your TWST! partner will be the customer and I'll write a small drabble of your and his interactions! All Twisted Wonderland characters will be allowed even Royal Sword Academy. Noble Bell College will not be included because as a TWST ENG player, a Glorious Masquerade hasn't appeared yet.

You may send in more than one request, the more the merrier ♡! However, please include your/your oc's character's personality (linking their profile is also okay) so I can know how to canonly write for you.

If you want a specific interaction, go ahead and request!

This will last until September 15st!

I accept any Twisted Wonderland character (except Noble Bell College students and spoilers from Chapter 7 on TWST JPN), even the teachers as long as it is either platonic or your twisted wonderland OC is around the same age (no toxic age gaps allowed!)

If you're confused, here is a simple format!

Example: [insert yuusona/twst oc] and azul ashengrotto! what if my yuusona was serving azul coffee but it accidentally spilled on him?

Have fun, darlings! I can't wait to see what you have in store for me~ ♡♡

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"I'm glad we could come to an agreement, Headmaster," Siren gives Crowley a closed-eyed smile, folding her well-manicured hands in her lap. He sweats nervously, wiping away small beads of sweat that formed.

"Yes, yes," He sweatdropped. "Indeed, the negotiations are finally over! Am I not gracious for agreeing to your...demands."

Siren nodded, a pleasant smile plastered to her face. "Of course. Now, the down payment, as promised? 500 thousand madols, if you would."

The headmaster fake sobbed as he took out his black credit card and with shaking hands, passed it to a passive-looking Siren who took it from his grasp.

"Oh, woe is me!" He cried out. "Alas, as a kind and generous headmaster, I must honor my word!"

She nodded, standing up and patting her legs to rid of the dust.

"Don't worry, headmaster," Her sapphire eyes gleamed and for a few seconds, Crowley felt the same shiver go down his spine when he spoke to young Azul Ashengrotto but a year ago. "My cafe will be an astonishing success!"

The golden-masked headmaster nodded feverishly. "A-Ah and the 20% of the profit will be mine yes?"

Tapping the rolled-up contract in her hand, Siren gave him a frosty glare. Did he really think she would fall for it? "15%, Headmaster. Please do keep up."

He slouched and nodded, pretending as if he never spoke. "But of course! Apologies, my dear, it seems that my memory has become weaker and weaker!"

"Until next time, goodnight Headmaster," Siren gave him a quick bow before retreating. The moment the doors slammed closed behind her, Headmaster Crowley let out a giant sigh and leaned back in his chair. His sharp, golden talons tapped against the other copy of the agreement, and he hummed.

"Cafe Amor...I wonder what will happen?"

On the other side, Siren quickly made her way back to Ramshackle. Even the dark, dusty, grimy condition of the building couldn't sour her mood. She let a smirk crawl up her face.

"Cafe Amor, you will be my greatest success!"

[shadowbriar]

Remus Lupin - Weekend Randezvous

Pairing : Remus Lupin x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.9k Warning : Alcohol. Cliffhanger. No resolution. Synopsis : Having spent more times together post-Hogwarts made her wonder if there was ever a possibility that Remus would see her more than just a friend. Notes : Post no 5 for my Year Anniversary Celebrationn. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please fill the form here! If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: @sofiacblair @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @ineedmentalhelp123

She lets out a laugh as Marlene twirls her, bumping to everyone carelessly as they let the music guide their bodies. It’s obvious that they’ve taken one too many shots for the night but neither of the girls could care less. They know that no matter how plastered they’ll get, they’ll still be safe with their group of friends watching over at their table. You can never get into too much trouble with Lily Evans’ hawk eyes glued on you, anyway.

Life post Hogwarts has gone much better than she expected. Meeting her group of friends along with the Marauders every other weekend, getting drunk and throwing up on the street, spending the next day groaning in pain as the haze starts to descend. She wouldn’t even say she missed her days back in Hogwarts. Shocking.

But how would she? Back in Hogwarts she could only see him from afar. No matter how close their circles are, the many classes they share and not to mention both being prefects of their houses, she could never really get close to him. He’s always been a little out of her reach.

“Alright, quick question.” Marlene says, still swaying her hips and dancing with her “What’s going on between you and Lupin?”

Her brows furrow, “Nothing.”

“Yeah, right.” Marlene rolls her eyes “You’ve always gone home with him, there’s no way you two aren’t shagging each other.”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. 

She spins Marlene, now exchanging spots with her so that she could see their table. There he was, sitting in between James and Sirius who were bickering with each other. Drunk Sirius and James were never a good combination, so he said. She could already imagine him whining about being stuck around those two chatterboxes. So much for being a good friend.

She bites down her smile. A sense of pleasant warmth starts to fill her heart, thinking of the growth of their relationship. If one could even call it that.

There was no label, she’s fully aware of it, but you couldn’t really blame the girl who’s been head over heels for the boy for years to have the highest hope when he finally starts to return the affections. He would always wait for her, getting her home safely and helping her out of her clothes before cuddling her to sleep. If she was lucky, and by lucky we mean by getting a heavy hangover that she couldn’t even get out of the bed, he would stay in all day and take care of her.

How could you not gain the slightest hope from that?

“Stop ogling him for a second, would you?” Marlene says “I’m literally in front of you and you still have your eyes glued on somebody else.”

She rolls her eyes, “Dorcas would have my head if I have my eyes on you, Em, you know that.”

“True,” Marlene responds “But that still doesn’t nullify the fact that you need to stop staring at him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he wouldn’t stare at you if you’re staring at him first.”

She turns her eyes to her, looking confused, “What do you mean?”

“It’s the push and pull method, babe.” Marlene says, spinning her again so that she wouldn’t face him “You’ve made your move, shown him that you’re interested in him. Now let him do his work.”

“Yeah, sure.” She snorts, finding her best friend's suggestion to be silly “That’ll only work if he likes me back, Em. Remus certainly doesn’t.”

“Oh, Darling, he likes you alright.”

She frowns, not believing a word she says.

“You can’t see it and you can’t turn,” Marlene says, a victorious smile spreading on her face “But he’s literally looking straight at us right now.”

“Horseshit.”

Marlene clicks her tongue, “Why don’t you ask Lily or Dorcas later and prove me wrong? I’ll give you my next paycheck if they say Remus wasn’t staring at you all night.”

If it weren’t for the dim light, Marlene would’ve seen her cheeks turn red. The butterflies in her stomach were going rampant, flipping her inside out and bursting into flames. She wanted to suppress her growing expectancy but it proved to be an impossible task with her friends only encouraging the possible blooming romance between them.

Remus is a complicated guy. He was nice, sure, but she could hardly ever recall him being committed to any serious relationship. As much as it pleases her to know that he has supposedly never been in love with anyone, she wasn’t built for casual relationships and it scares her. It scares her to think that this is the most she could get of him. The most she could taste of him.

“I wish you were right, Marlene, but we know him. Remus doesn’t do relationships.”

“Well, there’s always a first to everything.” Marlene says, shrugging “I mean when else do you ever see Remus bother taking a girl home multiple times?”

“It’s because we’re friends.”

“No, don’t give me that.” She laughs mockingly “He likes you, believe me.”

She rolls her eyes yet still smiling at her friend’s comment.

The silly sensation of bliss starts to pollute her chest again. The oh so familiar feeling she’s been having lately whenever his name was brought up. She knew that her friends’ words were not groundless, she too can notice the affection and silent glances he’s thrown at her, but it’s too early to say that Remus has any stronger feeling that interest. They’ve only met each other on the weekends, anyway. Making him fall for her would require much more than just 2 days in a week.

Because if it was ever that easy for him to fall for her, surely it would’ve happened years ago back in Hogwarts.

Feeling their feet tire, the two girls find themselves walking back to their table. Now the boys are up on their feet, wanting to hit the dance floor so that the girls can take their seat. All of the boys but one, of course.

“Having a good time?” He asks with a smile, patting the empty spot next to him.

“Brilliant so far, yes.” She nods, her eyes getting heavy “I could use more drink, though.”

She takes his drink, gulping it down and making a face from the bitterness.

Remus chuckles, “You have one too many already, Love.”

“No, not enough to get me plastered.”

The boy smiles sweetly, gazing intently into her eyes. He put away the strands of her hair way from her face, noticing how red her cheeks are now. If she wasn’t pissed she would have seen the admiration and love Remus has on his face. She smiles from the delicate gesture, sighing in bliss. That boy always knew how to make her flustered.

Remus chuckles lightly, "You're already drunk aren’t you?"

“No, just a little bit.” She answers, making a hand gesture to show a tiny amount.

“How much did you drink before I came, Love?”

“Just a few shots.”

“How many is few?”

“Like, 2 or 7.”

“That’s quite a gap to guess.” He comments, frowning “I don’t like seeing you drunk like this.”

“Yeah? Well, I like it because you finally show that you care for me.”

 For once his stares linger longer than usual. Like he hoped from the split seconds his eyes were boring to her, he could whisper her a message his lips couldn’t utter. A flash of guilt was evident on his face, as if he was debating if he should keep his ground or do whatever it is his brain was telling him to do.

But as always, Remus chose the safest option possible.

“Right, we’re going home now.” Remus says as he stands up, holding out a hand for her to take before turning to the others “Enjoy the rest of the night, ladies.”

She was pouting, wanting to complain and argue about his sudden decision, yet all the annoyance in her vessels dissipated as he took her hand, holding it gently and pulling her away from the table. She turned to her friends, waving her goodbye only to be greeted by their teasing expressions. They would certainly taunt her tomorrow.

When they reach the outside of the bar, Remus turns to her and cupped her face, studying her state if it was safe enough for them to apparate. She giggles from his serious face, finding his expression to be silly and endearing at the same time.

He smiles, “What?”

“You look funny.” She admits between her hiccups “I’m drunk, aren’t I?”

“No, just a little bit.” He teases, noting her earlier words “Would you be able to apparate or should we order a taxi instead?”

She whines, unable to comprehend the words he said just now.

“Taxi it is, then.”

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She groans aloud as the sensation of her head pounding forces her to open her eyes. The sky was already bright outside, lights peeking through the drapes as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her hands begin to move, trying to scan around the bed without having to turn herself to the side. She frowns at the lack of touch.

Has he left?

A small frown forms on her lips, feeling the slight disappointment of his absence. She sighs, cursing herself to have downed too much alcohol last night as it now not only hammers her head but also makes her lose the chance to see him. She should’ve been more responsible. Or perhaps get a little bit more plastered so he’d stay the night.

Sighing, she sits up and grabs the glass of water on her bedside table. A strip of aspirin lays next to it, along with a small piece of letter.

She frowns, taking it and reading the words.

Had to run. I’ll make it up within the week, promise. - RL.

A small smile creeps to her face. The note was scribbled as if he was leaving in a haste, hardly even readable. He was never the one with the prettiest handwriting, no that title would’ve been of Sirius’, but it was never as scrawled as this. Still, she holds the piece of paper dearly. This might be the only physical evidence she has of his budding affection.

Sure, she notices how his gesture has changed over the weeks. How he’s been staying longer each morning, how he doesn’t hide his smile or the hint of rose in his cheeks anymore whenever they talk, or how he would be more comfortable with placing his hands on her, be it her wrist or waist. Remus was growing fond of her and she noticed it.

It feels like a long awaited reward, to have the man you’ve been crushing for years to finally return the giddiness and frivolity whenever they’re around you. It was like she was looking at a mirror. Every silly action she’s done over the years for him, he’s doing them all for her now. Like the universe has finally switched on the flicker.

Still, it was too early for her to think that her happy ending would come in a day or two. Too premature of her to hope that he would pop the question and officially put a label between them. He’s always been casual and laid back with his previous relationships, anyway. Surely he’ll take his time this time too.

And what could be so bad for waiting this time when she’s waited much longer before, right?

—-

It was certainly worse.

Monday passed so slow, then came Tuesday, Wednesday was beginning to be dull, Thursday was dreadful, Friday felt like it lasted forever, and the next thing she knows she’s already back at another party with her friends. The ‘make up’ Remus promised within the week never happened. No letters, no words. As if they were empty words hanging on the ceiling of an abandoned house. 

And now she has to pretend like everything was fine in front of everyone. The girls knew about Remus’ promise and how he failed to fulfil it so they tried their best to avoid talking about him, yet the boys were as oblivious as ever. Not noticing the nervous shake of her feet or how long she’s been chewing on her lower lip, waiting for the tall dirty blonde boy to arrive.

“Moony’s awfully late.” James says with a frown, checking on the watch on his wrist “He’s never been this tardy before.”

“Has work been giving him a hard time?” Dorcas asks.

Peter shrugs, “Not that we’re aware of.”

“Maybe he’s out with that girl, what’s her name again?” Sirius asks, snapping his finger as he tries to make his brain work “That girl from his job, remember?”

She frowns, hiding her heart aching and racing at the same time now, “Who?”

“There’s this girl Moony’s talked about for weeks.” Sirius answers “Think she’s his new bird. He did mention that she was his type. Clever, beautiful, funny. He wouldn’t shut up for the life of him.”

The rest of Sirius’ words seem to be blurred. Like the buzzing noise of a busy road when you’re stuck inside a car, incomprehensible yet filling your ears still. The colours in her world begin to desaturate. All these times she thought there was something going on between them two, only to be slapped by reality that it was only of her delusion. Remus was interested in another, not her. Never her.

“Honestly, I don’t think we ever caught her name.” James says, bursting her bubble of thought “He talks about her a lot but never gave us her name.”

“He never did, did he?” Peter agrees.

“Evening, lads, ladies.” Remus says, appearing behind her and placing his hand on the back of her chair, thumb grazing her shoulder lightly “Sorry, I got hold up at work.”

She shifts her seat, leaning forward so that he wouldn’t be able to touch her. Remus frowns lightly at the gesture but pretends to not be bothered as he takes a seat by the boys, now seated across from her, thinking that she must be at the very least pissed over his failed attempt to make up with her.

How she wished she could leave the room now.

Hearing that Remus has got a new bird was never a new thing for her. She’s heard about such news every other week back in Hogwarts, but this time it hurts differently. A whole new level of pain she never knew one was able to experience. Perhaps it was her own fault to have hoped for the best, to let the encouragement and teasing of her girls cloud her head, but Remus has changed. He’s shown much more fondness, more tenderness in his words and actions. If it’s true that he’s got his eyes set on someone else then it’s just plain cruel for him to treat her this way.

Or perhaps Remus Lupin never learned to change.

The night continues with more shots drunk. Peter has fallen asleep, leaning on Mary who seemingly is about to drift off any second too now. James and Sirius are now on the dance floor, along with Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene. She wanted to join them, leaving Remus who had glued his eyes on her as if she held all of the answers he might have in his whole life, but her head was spinning from the drinks. Walking to the dancefloor would only do more harm for her than good.

“Dove—”

“Shut up, Remus.” She snaps, closing her eyes “My head’s pounding. Don’t talk.”

She places a hand to her forehead, massaging her temples lightly in an attempt to ease her headache. The loud music was seething her. She wanted to scream. Her head was loud but her heart was crumbling. Why does this night have to take such a turn?

“Love, are you alright?” Remus asks softly, his hand reaching for her that was laying on the table “Should we get back now?”

“We?” She asked, looking up to him now “There’s no we, Remus. Stop acting like you care for me.”

He frowns, taken aback at her testy remarks, “What do you mean acting? I do care for you.”

“Yeah, right.”

Remus was appalled. He looked hurt, disappointed, and puzzled at the same time. Was it because of the note? Was it because he couldn’t make up with her during the week? Was it because of that?

“You know what, I’m gonna head home.” She announces, picking up her purse “Tell the other’s I left first.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” She says sharply “In fact, Rem, I don’t want you to ever come to my place again.”

“Where are all these coming from?” He asked, bitterly chuckling at the pathetic state he’s in “I’m sorry I couldn’t come during the week, alright? Something happened at work and—”

“You know, Remus, I don’t wanna hear about it.” She cuts, not letting him give an explanation “I just want to go home and get away from you so if you could please step away.”

Hurt was clearly evident on his face, even with the dim light of the bar she could see clearly the spark on his eyes water down as he nodded and took a seat. He was still watching her, hoping for her to change her mind but as she walked away from the club, he knew that she meant what she said. For the first time since forever, she went home alone.

[beautifulchris]

frog choir

pairing: yang jeongin x gn!reader

wc: 3,5k

featuring: bang chan, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, nct’s mark and chenle

summary: jeongin joins the frog choir without knowing you’re in it too (he might like you)

genres: hogwarts!au, classmates to lovers!au, gryffindor!jeongin, slytherin!reader, fluff

warnings: i don’t think there is?

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

Because of his bloodline and his parents’ friends, Jeongin had only wizard friends during his childhood. Once at Hogwarts, however, they were all sorted into different houses and he ended up alone in Gryffindor. It wasn’t a problem for him and they still spent time together at first. But his friends spent more and more time with their housemates until one day, they finally didn’t have time for each other anymore. By that time, he found someone else too though. He met one of his prefects, Chan, who took him under his wings during the first month he arrived.

Jeongin already knew a lot about Hogwarts and the courses, he knew what facultative courses he would take the second he would have the chance but since his parents didn’t like the Frog Choir, they never talked about it. Therefore, when he first saw the students on his very first day, singing all together with frogs, he was amazed. Will his toad ever croak as beautifully? Cause yeah, he believed his toad had to be part of it to be able to join the Frog Choir and he never dared to ask Chan about it.

He tried for many months to harmonize with Froakie, but all he did was ignoring his owner or after a while, croaking so violently it was like he was telling him to shut up. He realized that, maybe, the problem didn’t come from his toad but from him. And so he exercised his voice to make it sound more pleasant to hear perhaps. He would know if it was enough when his toad would accept to harmonize with him, he figured. Jeongin practised for almost 2 years and during summer before his 3rd year, he was seated in the garden of his house with his toad, enjoying the sun. He mindlessly sang one of his favorite songs and to his surprise, Froakie croaked in rhythm with him. It became one of his happiest moments.

The second day of his 3rd year, he asked his charms teacher if he could pass the audition to join the Frog Choir. He easily passed it and was excited to start. When he found Chan revising in their common room, he directly told him.

“Chan! You’ll never know what I just did.”

The older one lifted his head up from the potions book he was reading with a smile. “Let me guess. You just had your first muggle studies lesson of the year and it’s fascinating?”

He never really knew about the muggle world so he meant to take it since his first year and he knew it would rapidly become one of his favorite classes.

“Well yeah, I did, but that’s not it.”

“What could you be more excited about if not that?” Chan was really curious now while Jeongin nervously played with the hem of his sleeve.

“The Frog Choir.”

Chan was confused because Jeongin never mentioned it before. “What about it?”

“I auditioned and got in.”

Chan’s face lit up. He was genuinely pleased to hear that his friend got to enjoy singing. “No way! I’m so happy for you Jeongin. You know who’s apart of it?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened a bit. “… No?”

Mark, a fellow Gryffindor and Quidditch player that was passing by, took part in the conversation. “There’s my 2nd year friend Chenle, his best friend and Yunho from my year.”

Oh, Chenle’s best friend. You.

“Yeah and Jaehyun too. Thanks, Mark.”

The boy smiled and left the common room. Jeongin grew nervous. As if reading his mind, Chan tried to make him feel better.

“Everything’s going to be okay, I promise!” He wished it would.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The next day, when he entered the Great Hall filled with older and younger students chatting, seated on the benches or up on the platform, all excited to be in the choir this year as well, he felt great.

You saw him approach the platform hesitantly, he didn’t seem to be friends with anyone in particular.

“Oh, isn’t that Jeongin from Gryffindor?” asked Chenle next to you. You smiled unconsciously.

“Yeah, we should go talk to him.”

“You’re right, he looks kinda lost,” Chenle smiled.

You got up from one of the benches and joined him.

“Hey,” you greeted as you tapped his shoulder, “what are you doing here?”

“I—” he coughed but quickly regained composure. “I passed the audition to be part of the Frog Choir.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” you exclaimed, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, and Chenle looked apologetic for your behavior. When you realized, you nudged him and smiled innocently at Jeongin, who couldn’t stop his cheeks from heating up. 

The professor, who was also the charms and music professor, entered the Great Hall and all the whispers faded away. You turned to watch him get closer.

“Hello dear students. Welcome to the new ones and welcome back to the old ones.” A loud cheer followed his words and Jeongin felt like he knew he would enjoy this class.

He eventually had to present himself, like everyone else and when he did, he spoke in a small voice, showing Froakie, snuggled in his small hands. Everyone had sympathetic smiles and he heard two or three older people saying he was cute. You found him really cute too, but you kept it to yourself.

When you had to present yourself, you were at ease, knowing almost everyone already. “I’m Y/N, third year in the choir, and I got Yggorf with me, like always.”

The professor explained what he explained every year, to teach the rules to the new ones and remind them to those who were there the years before. While he talked, you were humming discreetly and mindlessly. Jeongin wasn’t far from you and it made him happy and relaxed to hear your voice, he found it soothing.

“Hey, can I ask you where Yggorf comes from?” he whispered as he got closer to you.

“Just Froggy backwards. I know, I put so much thought on this,” you laughed quietly.

Jeongin suddenly remembered the first time he saw you, the night all of the first year students were sorted, his first night ever in the castle. When you got called by a tall and intimidating professor to sit on the chair in front of everyone, you were a bit anxious. You were just eleven and you didn’t really know who you were exactly yet nor in which house you would be put. The professor put the Sorting Hat on your head and it took its time but finally, shouted “Slytherin!”. You smiled and joined your housemates. Jeongin, already seated at the Gryffindor table, gently clapped his hands until an older Gryffindor glared at him. He realized the only ones who clapped were the same house students but couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t be happy for every new student. And so, he kept clapping quietly for everyone else (and kept doing that every year).

You quickly found a friend, though. Chenle was a bit weird but adorable. You went to see him in your common room after your first day because you thought he was funny in class and he offered you to play gobstones with him. Since, you play together at least four times a week.

Jeongin and Froakie enjoyed every practice, Jeongin because he could spend time with his new friends and Froakie because he was hanging with other toads and frogs. You suspected Froakie and your own toad, Yggorf, to be friends as well cause they were almost glued to each other every chance they got.

Jeongin realized Chenle didn’t bring any toads to practice though.

“Hey Chenle, you don’t have a frog?”

“No, I have a rat.”

“Oh, but you’re in the frog choir anyway?” Jeongin’s face screamed confusion.

“Yeah of course, don’t tell me you thought you absolutely needed a frog to join— oh. Is that why you only joined this year?” Jeongin nodded. “Oh.”

“It’s alright, at least Froakie made me work on myself so I don’t regret it.” Maybe, just maybe, if he didn’t work on himself, tried out for the Frog Choir in his first year and didn’t get in, he wouldn’t have tried again and this moment wouldn’t exist.

“I’m glad to hear that, because you have quite the skill.”

“Thanks, you ain’t bad yourself.”

Chenle thanked Jeongin and both smiled at each other before going back to practice.

Jeongin and you had classes together, like care of magical creatures. He was really passionate about it and cared about them a lot. He took the subject so seriously that he knew almost everything there was to know about every creature you learned about. It made him the best in this class and you admired him for that.

Jeongin often talked to you about muggle studies. You didn’t take that course because you were a halfblood and already knew everything you needed to know. Every time Jeongin had a question, he went to you in the halls or after classes to know the answer, not able to wait for the next muggle studies class to ask the professor herself or even ask Chan, a muggleborn. Chenle kept telling you it was because he wouldn’t miss a chance to spend time with you.

Since you started talking, you spent time with each other every chance you got, practice, shared classes, after class, weekends… Jeongin had now found friends he was never going to let go of. You were happy to spend time with him, he was really cute and charming.

Chenle was feeling like third wheeling but he didn’t mind, he just wanted his friends to date and be happy.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

“Jeongin, we’ve been friends for months now, and I know I can trust you.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m going to be straightforward. Do you like Y/N?”

Jeongin was out with Chenle, walking on the school grounds while you were at the library, finishing a mortally boring history of magic homework. His cheeks heated up at the mention of your name followed by the word “like”.

“What? Of course I like them, we’re friends,” he tried while nervously playing with his hands.

“I mean more than friends,” he innocently smiled.

“I—” Jeongin gulped. “I don’t know. I could. Or not. I mean, they’re cute. And smart. Passionate too. Also—”

“So, no feelings, huh?” Chenle laughed at his friend’s rambling and gave him a tap on the shoulder.

You joined them soon after and found Jeongin acting weirdly. You didn’t question it, he was definitely adorable.

Obviously, Jeongin wasn’t indifferent to your charm, he liked you since your first year but never dared to talk to you. Still, he needed to understand his feelings better, to at least know if it was friendship or love. He needed to talk about it with Chan. Jeongin went to the Gryffindor common room to find him and he was alone on the couch.

“Chan, I need you.”

“Why that serious tone?”

“It’s about Y/N.”

“Chenle’s best friend? What about them?”

Jeongin sat next to his older friend on the comfortable couch. “They’re more than that, Chan. How do you know you like someone?”

Chan smiled fondly at the thought of his lover. They had been together for around two months now. “Well, you always want to spend time with the person. You’re happy just to see them smile, you look up to them and are whipped for them. Like you could do anything for them in a heartbeat. These kinds of things.”

“I guess I really like them, then.” He looked down, lost in thought —of you, naturally.

“Cool! When are you going to tell them?”

“Wait, I need to know if they feel the same way now,” Jeongin put a hand up, pouting lightly.

Chan smiled. “What if they end up asking you first?”

“I would be relieved, not going to lie. Because it would mean they like me too, and I wouldn’t have to worry about saying the right things,” he explained.

“Our Jeonginnie’s in love~” Chan chanted excitedly.

“Stop!” Jeongin whined.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

“Chenle!” you called your friend who was doing his history homework on an armchair in the common room.

“Yes, Y/N??”

“Did Jeongin ever talk to you about me?”

He put down his quill and glared you in the eye as you sat next to him, looking at him questionably. “Did you finally understand you have feelings for him?”

You recoiled in your seat. “What? No—”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N, I’m your best friend.”

“Why would you ask a question you already know the answer of, then?” you pouted.

“To see if you’re ready for that talk.”

You sighed. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he winked, then wrote one last sentence to his parchment before tidying up his stuff. “So. I talked to him about you and let me tell you that boy is WHIPPED. Can’t blame him, you’re cute.”

“Thanks… wait, he likes me too??”

Ignoring you, he went on with his plan. “Now, the question is… will you ask him out?”

“Wait, am I ready for that? I’m only thirteen!”

“True, but we’re not talking about marriage nor kids yet… just a romantic relationship with kisses and hugs.”

“You seem to have thought about all this a lot…”

“I’ve waited for this talk for months now,” he sighed tiredly.

“Shouldn’t we ask Changbin about love? No offense, but he might know more about the subject.”

“Of course, go ask him. He’s by the fireplace.” You turned around and saw Changbin on the couch, seemingly revising a charms spell. You walked up to him.

“Hey Changbin, can I ask you a question?”

He looked up at you with a smile. “Hey, isn’t that my favorite Slytherin? Green really looks good on you, Y/N.” You giggled, Changbin was really nice to the younger students but you knew it was a Changbin trait, not a prefect one.

“You said I was your favorite Slytherin yesterday!” shouted Chenle, pouting. Changbin laughed while you pulled your tongue out in his direction.

“Sit, tell me everything,” he said as he patted the place next to him.

“Well, it’s a matter of love.”

“Oh, love. Aren’t you a bit young to be thinking about that?”

“Maybe, but I just needed your advice. I like Jeongin, and I don’t really know how to tell him.” Actually, he just heard from Minho, who heard it from Jisung, who heard it from Chan that Jeongin liked you.

“Jeongin, you say? He’s one of my friends. My little finger told me he likes you too, you can go and ask him. As for how, why not propose him to go at Madam Puddifoot's tea shop? It's perfect for dates.”

“Thank you so much Changbin, you’re the best!” You hugged him tight and returned to your best friend, a big smile on your face.

“Should I remind you that you told me I was the best this very morning?”

“You’re both the best for different reasons. Like, you’re my best friend and he’s my best prefect.”

“I’ll let it pass,” he said, not without rolling his eyes.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

After charms class, you stopped Jeongin to ask him something while Chenle left in a hurry.

“Would you, maybe, come with me at Madam Pudifoot’s tea shop tomorrow at 4:30pm?”

Jeongin went silent for a few seconds, processing what he had just heard. It sounded like you were asking him on a date, because the tea shop was known for couple dates. He was confused but his face lit up and he agreed vividly. 

“Cool, it’s a date. I have to go to Hogsmeade now but I’ll see you later,” you explained and got out of class, Jeongin behind you. A date? His stomach was doing things he didn’t think were possible.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No! I mean, no need, I’m going with Chenle already. Why don’t you practice the banishing charm we just learned?”

“I—” But you were already out of sight, finding Chenle and going to Hogsmeade together. You didn’t mean to be rude, you just couldn’t take him with you for this.

“I did it. He said yes.” Your smile said it all about how you were feeling and Chenle was pondering what reaction was best, smile or laugh.

“You’re brave, I’m proud of you. As expected, he likes you very much.” Your cheeks burned and you didn’t talk until you were at Hogsmeade.

“I’ll get him cauldron cakes, he said he liked those a few weeks ago,” Chenle said before entering Honeydukes.

“Right. I’ll see what I can find in Gladrags Wizardwear.” You entered the shop as well, searching for accessories. Pretty matching bracelets were disposed of on a shelf and you immediately felt like they were the one. Paying 6 galleons, you asked the owner to wrap one of the bracelets in a lovely gift wrap.

When you found Chenle outside of Honeydukes, he chuckled at the bracelet on your wrist. “You really know how to win a boy’s heart.”

“What’s that supposed to mean??” You looked offended but he just giggled.

Meanwhile, Jeongin went to see Hyunjin for advice. He found him on the pitch and watched the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice.

“Hyunjin!” he called as the older one came out of the changing room.

“Jeongin, hey.”

“Y/N just asked me! On a date!” He excitedly jumped around.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing!” he high fived his friend. “When is it planned?”

“Tomorrow.”

The older raised an eyebrow. “But that’s your birthday?”

“I haven’t told them that… By the way, right after that, they said they had to go to Hogsmeade with Chenle and insisted I don’t tag along,” he pouted, looking down.

“Jeongin, don’t you think that, perhaps, they also need time to prepare?”

“Right, of course. Can you help me with that?”

“Get ready, I won’t repeat myself,” he said with a smile, throwing his arm on Jeongin's shoulders, walking together to the school.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The big day had arrived, you were waiting at a table next to the window, playing with your new bracelet. Jeongin entered the shop, spotted you and sat in front of you. Madam Puddifoot came taking the order and left just as fast. It was awkward at first, neither of you being totally comfortable with the date thing. Jeongin decided to act as usual, not wanting to be weird and following his older friend’s advice diligently.

It soon was as if you did this your whole life. You chatted like you always did.

Your tea was almost completely drunk. You took the gift you bought the day before out of your pocket and put it on the table, next to Jeongin’s cup of tea.

“What is this?” he asked, surprised.

“Your gift. Happy birthday,” you smiled contently.

He was delighted you would ask him on a date the day of his birthday but receiving a gift from you? He was nearly overwhelmed by happiness. “How did you know?” he enquired while opening it.

You shrugged. “I asked Changbin.”

“Woah, it’s really beautiful!” Jeongin’s eyes were sparkling, examining the bracelet. “So pretty. Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“My pleasure. Let me put it on your wrist.” As you did, his eyes fell on your own wrist and his eyes broadened.

“Did you get us matching bracelets?” You acquiesced shyly. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”

He took your hands in his and you stayed like that for a few minutes, until someone from another table sneezed.

“Regarding us, what I know is that I really like you. I want to hold hands with you, hug you whenever you need and be there for you. If you’re okay with that, then would you be my boyfriend?”

“I’d be the happiest, Y/N. Just spending time with you makes me so happy.”

You kept the heart eyes for each other and the rest of the date went smoothly.

The moment you set foot on the entrance hall, Chenle ran to you and started screaming when he saw your intertwined fingers.

He clapped his hands and congratulated you both. He then wished a happy birthday to Jeongin and gave him his gift.

“Oh Chenle, thank you so much! I adore those.”

Chenle winked at you and smiled brightly.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

“Hey Chan, I just saw Jeongin and Y/N passing by, wearing each other’s ties. Isn’t that cute?”

“It really is. I would have loved to try it too but my significant other is also a Gryffindor,” he shrugged, smiling.

“That’s right. My best friend is also a Slytherin, so we can’t do it either,” Changbin sighed.

“You still didn’t make your move?”

“They like someone else…”

“Oh, it sucks. Stay strong, my friend.”

“You’re really good at pep talk,” Changbin said sarcastically. “I can’t believe your house is in first position —for now— for the Quidditch cup.”

“Watch us win it,” he smugly said with a wink.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know <3 and here's the masterlist!

[birussianspy]

But I feel warmth on my skin 

The stars have all aligned 

The wind has blown, but now I know 

That tomorrow will be kinder

Penny Thomas

@pleasantprefects

[the-dead-tides]

A Letter Never Sent

(It's not my best work cause it was a spur of the moment type thing. It does have swear words. Mentions: Ianto Lloyd)

Ianto,

Hi. I wish I could tell you this in person, but the sinking feeling I get in my chest every time I try won't let me. But fuck that sinking feeling because if I don't get this out now I might not get it out at all.

To be honest I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to say this or how I'm supposed to tell you. I guess there isn't really a proper way to tell someone. So I'm going to do my best to sort of explain it to you?

This has to start out with an apology. I'm sorry for avoiding you after Valentine's Day. You gave me an absolutely beautiful gift. I don't think I've even shown it to Emily yet, but when I do I know she's going to make a sly comment.

There is just so much I had to figure out. I know I crossed a line when I kissed you on the cheek because friends don't that. I don't want us to be friends though. I've been procrastinating telling you this for so long because I'm terrified of what you're going say. I guess it was some twisted form of self preservation.

It was me trying to avoid being like my parents. It was me trying save myself from the pain, but it turned out saving myself from one pain brought on a different kind of pain. It's just so complicated and frustrating. God fuck, it makes me want to scream and shout cuss words like a sailor caught in a really bad shit storm. Because you make me happy and I want the chance to make you happy too. If I haven't fucked that up already.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I really like you. I get it if you don't like me back. I'm doing us both the favor of just getting the heartbreak over with right here, right now. Just say the word and I'll go.

Emma.

[tinybonecrusher]

Jeremy's Sad Future? Part 1

Jeremy Locke // @pleasantprefects

No lies - this is 100% my emotional threat to @okparkers and @birussianspy about what happens if Keara dies in their plotline. :|

Mentions: Franca’s characters: Keara Parker and Cahal Cavanagh. Ren’s character: Oliver Davis.

Right after he finds out she’s dead…

Jeremy stumbled in the common room his mind stuck trying to process what they told him. Cahal was there of course, trying to say something but Jeremy couldn’t even hear him. When he felt Cahal’s hand on his shoulder, he just shrugged it off annoyed. Then the other were there, looking at him with their concerned eyes, trying to speak to him but no words made it though. Why were they looking at him like that? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

Like she’d left him alone.

The anger came then - swift and strong. He pushed through the group that was hovering around him, pulling out his wand and waving it angrily at one of the chairs. It flew back against the wall, shredding into pieces as it flew through the air. Seeing the destruction satisfied some deep need within Jeremy and he slashed his wand towards a couch knocking it back against another wall. > Destructive spells: nat10, 8 (4+4 magic) The few students in the common room fled out of the way, running up the stairs or towards the exit. Jeremy felt hands, trying to grab hold of him. He didn’t know who it was - Cahal or Oliver. It didn’t matter to him in that moment. He threw his arm back, knocking whoever it was away. They didn’t touch him again after that. > Don’t touch me: 10 (7+3 str)

Unencumbered, Jeremy proceeded to destroy the common room. The chairs, the tables, the couches were all broken into pieces scattered across the floor. The bookshelves were toppled to the ground, the books shredded and the pieces of the pages floated in the air. He started targeting the broken furniture when there wasn’t anything whole to break. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. > More breaking stuff with magic: 10 (6+4 magic)

It felt like there was a hole in his chest - or a ball of pain. He couldn’t tell what it was - fuck what did he even care? He just wanted it to go away and it wouldn’t. If anything it just grew. He slashed his wand at the broken furniture again and growled frustratedly when it didn’t help.

Then beyond thought or reason, he swung his wand into the wall smashing it against the stone. He dropped the pieces to the floor before spinning around and slamming his fist into the wall as well. > Broken wand: nat10 > Broken hand: 9 (6+3 str)

The pain broke through his rage more than anything... The tears that it brought to his eyes quickly turned into tears of grief and a sob wracked his body. He took a step back, pressing his uninjured hard to his forehead and just dropped to the floor. Gone. She was just gone. This morning she had been alive and well - and now she was just gone. He’d never see her smile again, never hear her voice, feel her touch, feel the press of her lips on his…

In the middle of the wreckage he’d created, Jeremy let his grief overcome him.

[sunder-soul]

Enemies to lovers type thing with Tom riddle where you’re forced to dance at the Yule ball together if you think you would enjoy writing that smut can be included if you want and could it have a happy ending I’ve had a rough week 🥲 thank you very much 💜

A/N: Y'all... no one @ me about this... 😳

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The Deal

Summary: You're stuck with the arrogant, charming Riddle at the ball and you can't imagine anything worse. Riddle appears to be imagining something else entirely. [AFAB reader ★ no pronouns ★ ambiguous house] Wordcount: 6.7k Content warning: SO MUCH EXPLICIT SEX OML. THE RAUNCHIEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN PROBABLY.

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“Wait,” Chen say, looking like she’s barely containing laughter as she places her hands on the table on either side of her plate. “So… Dippet wants the prefects to set an upstanding example of conduct and demonstrate unity by all going to this thing together.”

“Yes,” you say in a clipped voice.

“And… and you’re all required to attend.”

“Yup.”

She presses her lips together, brows raising. It’s impossible to tell if she’s more amused or sort of incredulously sympathetic.

You exhale in defeat and your head falls onto the table with a thunk. “Go on,” you mutter, knowing what’s coming next.

“Eugene and Ruby have been together since the beginning of time,” Chen narrates to your crumpled form. “Mandeep’s already asked Rosalie, and the Gryffindors are all going together and Chell asked Roger the same bloody day the ball was announced…”

You groan weakly in affirmation, unmoving in your permeating dismay as she lists of all the other prefects. All of them except…

You fold your arms around your face, trying to block out the inevitable conclusion of her words.

“Which means…” she manages to say without laughing. “The only prefect left for you to go with is –”

“I’m going to murder him by the end of the night,” you say flatly.

Chen’s snickers spill over. You shoot her a look of deep betrayal and she manages to compose herself (sort of). “Look,” she says around her suppressed smile, “I know you hate him, but he’s really not that bad –”

“I would rather eat a Flobberworm whole than go to the Yule Ball with Tom Riddle,” you deadpan.

“Well,” comes Riddle’s smooth, irritatingly pleasant voice from behind you and you nearly break your neck turning to face him. He’s got that stupid amused expression on his stupid face, one brow raised, lip half curled like everything’s just a big stupid joke. You genuinely have no idea how everyone finds him charming. “It seems you’re doomed to a rather dire evening, indeed.”

“Riddle,” you say tartly, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t realise that you’d slithered up behind me.”

“Clearly,” he intones, seeming deeply unimpressed.

“What do you want? I’m busy.”

Riddle’s eyes slowly flick to your empty plate, the napkin you’ve folded into a very poor attempt at a swan, the two goblets you’ve managed to balance on top of each other, and Chen’s bitten-back smile as she pretends to read a book that you’re pretty sure she’s cracked open at random. “Yes, you look positively overwhelmed,” he says in barely concealed sarcasm.

“Most people actually enjoy spending time with their friends, Riddle, but considering who you fraternise with I understand if that’s a slightly baffling concept to you –”

“You must have noticed by now that we’re required to attend the ball together,” Riddle interrupts, looking across the Hall with a slightly bored expression as he clasps his hands behind his back. “I’m here to formally offer the invitation.”

“I’m formally accepting it,” you say colourlessly, “now can you formally sod off?”

His eyes narrow and Chen chokes on a laugh that she hides (unsuccessfully) behind her hand. “Of course,” Riddle says coolly, jaw lifting a fraction as he looks down at you, “I wouldn’t dream of taking up any more of your precious time.”

“That’s very good of you,” you say with no small amount of snark.

“I’ll be in the Entrance Hall at seven,” he says, tone ice hard. “Wear something nice.”

“You wear something nice,” you retort grumpily to his retreating form.

Chen arches a brow at you very pointedly, and you lean down on your arms again feeling extremely testy.

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The Hall looks stunning, ice crystals hanging in long spires from the massive, blazing hearths, dancing snow falling from the starry ceiling, and everywhere everything gleams and glitters and shines like the whole place is covered in an early morning frost. You and the other prefects on set up duty finish decorating with mere minutes to spare, and you dash off full-speed to your dorm to wrestle on your dress. You sit down in front of the mirror to fix up your face right as the clock chimes seven.

“Shit,” you breathe, seizing your wand and beginning to Charm yourself to glamour at a truly reckless pace. Ten minutes later you’re sprinting back to the Entrance Hall, heels dangling wildly in one hand and dress bunched in the other.

Riddle is leaning against the stone arch of the Great Hall, music and voices and clinking of glasses already pouring from the open doors. He catches sight of you racing towards him and watches blankly as you skid to a stop in front of him. “You’re late,” he says flatly.

“Yes, thank you Riddle,” you pant through gritted teeth, balancing a little precariously on one foot at a time as you wrangle on your heels. “God, whatever would I do without you.”

You stand and exhale sharply, trying to settle yourself. For the first time, you properly assess Riddle.

Typical.

Riddle looks gorgeous, the bastard, his black hair styled into very attractive waves, his robes simple but cleanly cut and maddeningly flattering of his lean, elegant form. At first glance they look black but upon closer inspection you realise he’s wearing an impossibly deep blue that makes his pale skin look smooth and creamy in the contrast. If you could have found him unattractive, you admit a little begrudgingly, you would have.

Riddle is looking at you, too, the dark angles of his brows pulling together in a slight but critical frown as he takes in your appearance. “I said wear something nice.”

“I hate you,” you say bitterly, turning towards the Hall. “Lets just get this over with…”

Dippet has the prefects on duty all night so you barely even have to see Riddle for the first two hours as you weave through the crowd snagging silver Shrinking Flasks of Firewhisky off rowdy seventh-years, re-Charming a long, tottering icicle before it impales someone, and rescuing a terrified-looking Ravenclaw fourth-year who had sprained her ankle and was promptly nearly trampled to death by the horde of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who were dancing with such exuberance that they’d established a blast radius that no-one could enter without receiving at least one elbow to a soft body part.

You wearily push your hair back with a long sigh as you turn back to the crowd, the Ravenclaw girl limping away with the Matron behind you.

“Here,” Chen says dryly, handing you a drink in a wide-brimmed glass as she materialises beside you.

“Thanks,” you mutter, necking it.

“Rough night?” she asks, watching you with amusement.

You set the empty glass on the table and shoot her a look. “That Flobberworm is seeming mighty appealing right about now.”

She snorts. “Stop complaining. Half of this room would have torn limb from limb to go with Riddle, and you actually landed the date and you’ve not even spoken a word to him all night. It’s causing quite the outrage.”

You sigh in reluctance. “I suppose I actually have to dance with him at some point…”

“Well here’s your chance,” Chen smirks into her cup, turning away without another word.

Riddle comes to a stop in front of you and eyes your retreating friend. “Have I offended her in some way?” he asks smoothly. “She needn’t leave on my behalf.”

“But who would miss that chance?” you ask monotonously, looking around the crowd warily. “What is it? Is Diggory puking again?”

“No,” says Riddle with detached amusement. “I thought that you and I ought to dance at least once tonight.”

You suppress the urge to sigh again. “Yeah you’re probably right,” you mutter, stepping past him towards onto the dance floor, “right, come on then, don’t criticise my dancing, Riddle, I’m this bloody close to snapping and stabbing someone with an icicle.”

“Sounds like you’ve had quite the evening,” he smirks from behind you as he follows.

“Just be glad you were on planning and not set up,” you mutter, turning to him. “If I never have to cast another Frost Charm for the rest of my life I’ll be happy.”

“Such a low bar,” Riddle says softly, lifting his jaw slightly. “Though I suppose they say that simple things appease the very simple.”

You glare at him, but he just smirks at you again as he steps closer, and in one fluid movement he takes your hand in his and places his other on your waist. “You are such a prick,” you say brazenly, still glaring at him as you both step into a simple, muted dance that requires very minimal enthusiasm.

Riddle doesn’t look injured by this insult in the slightest. “You bring out the worst in me,” he says with disinterest.

You look away stonily. Now that Chen’s mentioned it, you suddenly notice the not insignificant number of slightly envious glares being shot your way now that you’re actually dancing with Riddle. “This is stupid,” you mutter, looking down, “I’m going to get absolutely strung up for being your date and I don’t even want to be here.”

“What do you mean?” he frowns.

You arch a brow, unconvinced by his confusion. “Don’t play dumb, Riddle, the list of people who wanted you to ask them to this thing was longer than the list of people who didn’t.”

Riddle’s expression slowly turns into amusement. He looks infuriatingly pleased with himself. “Lucky you,” he says smoothly.

“Oh yeah, lucky me,” you scoff, returning your gaze to your feet. He’s an excellent dancer, the bastard, and you’re having to watch where you step just to keep up.

A stiff silence falls for several minutes during which you make more discoveries that make your blood boil. Riddle, apparently, has the audacity to smell absolutely incredible for one, and worse he actually dares to display something half-way resembling decency. When a very drunk Hufflepuff boy stumbles backwards into you with flailing arms, Riddle turns you so sharply that both of your feet leave the ground for a brief second to get you out of his way and prevent a slightly catastrophic collision. You stare at him in silent shock but he just looks away and neglects to comment.

Hateful boy, you think bitterly. If he had any real decency he’d be holistically unpleasant and let me dislike him in peace.

The moment the song changes, you pull your hand from his and step back. “Right, done,” you say dully, looking away. “Now I have to go find Diggory and make sure he’s not passed out under another table.”

“Diggory’s fine,” Riddle says smoothly, “I took him to the Hospital Wing an hour ago.”

“Chen, then,” you mutter, looking around the crowd for her.

His lips twitch in amusement again. “She appears to be rather preoccupied at present.”

You catch sight of Chen through the crowd. She and Jacob Steed appear to be attempting to swallow each other whole right there on the dancefloor. You give a long, weary exhale. “Well, I’m sure I can find something to do.”

“Dance with me again.”

For the second time, your neck just about snaps under the velocity of you looking around at him. “What?”

Riddle’s expression is curiously neutral, standing there among the throng of people with his dark eyes on yours. A long second passes, and then he looks away himself. “No matter,” he says in an absent sort of tone, like this is all very normal, “enjoy the rest of your evening.”

And he turns and weaves his way away from you, vanishing into the crowd in seconds.

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If you’d thought decorating the place had been rough, it’s nothing compared to the clean up.

“Go to bed,” says Professor Slughorn, waving a tired hand at the group of you a few hours later with bleary eyes and rumpled hair. “We’ll finish up in the morning… and well done tonight, all of you!”

You trudge out the door of the half-cleared Hall with the other prefects, your eyes drooping in exhaustion, and just outside the doors you stumble on your heels as fatigue gets the best of you.

A firm hand closes around your forearm and you look up at once, alert in an instant. You’ve not seen Riddle since the weirdness after you’d danced. “Careful,” he says smoothly, slowly releasing you once you’ve re-found your balance.

“Good idea,” you mutter, falling back against the stone wall beside the doors and lifting your shoe to finally remove it. “Stupid things… god my feet hurt.”

Riddle doesn’t reply, choosing instead to look around the empty chamber. Everyone has meandered off to the dorms, and there’s nothing for him to look at but utter silence.

You eye him as you fiddle with the strap of your other heel, leaning heavily on the wall behind you. “What are you doing?” you ask a little suspiciously.

He meets your gaze, seeming a little surprised. “Waiting,” he says with a small frown like it should be obvious.

“For?”

Riddle arches a brow. “Proof that you can walk straight.”

“I can walk,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I’m just tired.”

“If it had been possible to avoid asking you to be my date, I would have done so,” Riddle says suddenly.

You stare at him incredulously. It takes a long moment before you can gather yourself to reply. “Jeez Riddle,” you exclaim, “I get it, I’m repulsive to you, no need to go on about it –”

“I was more referring to your obvious displeasure,” he interrupts curtly, standing up a little straighter. “You were hardly subtle about the fact that tonight was less than enjoyable for you.”

“Oh yeah because you were such a joy to be around,” you shoot back, folding your arms, “I said wear something nice and all that –”

“That was clearly a joke,” he says coolly, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah it was hilarious. Was calling me simple a joke too?”

“And all of your insults?” he asks icily. "Jokes, are they?"

“I’ve cleaned up four different peoples’ vomit tonight and this conversation is honestly less pleasant,” you mutter, wrenching off your other heel. “Goodnight, Riddle, thanks for absolutely nothing.”

“You look very nice,” he says angrily.

You are once again rendered speechless by surprise.

“Is that what you want? Flattery?” he continues, waving at you furiously.

“I don’t want you to flatter me,” you scoff indignantly, “I don’t want you to do anything, Riddle, I don’t want anything to do with you at all.”

“Well my deepest apologies,” he replies in a cold, hollow voice, his dark eyes narrowing, “for depriving you of my absence for so long.”

He glares at you, and you glare back. You feel like you’re the only person in the whole school who can’t stand him, all his sickly charm and ease, his pretty face that makes people quite convinced that he can’t be part of all those nasty things his friends are rumoured of doing, his incredible grades, his ability to hold a conversation with literally everyone in the whole castle. He pivots so fluently from scene to scene that people don’t seem to notice that he’s doing it; bashfully modest and self-assuredly proud, soft-spoken and assertive, hard-working and effortless, popular and singular, charismatic and genuine. No one seems to notice that Riddle is everything at once. But no one is everything. Which means some of it, or most of it, or all of it is a lie.

You suddenly blink, coming out of your thoughts with a jolt and realising that you’ve both been stood there in conflictive silence for some time.

But Riddle has gone from a cold glare to a detached frown, looking at you with an expression that wouldn’t be out of place in an exam hall. It’s worse, somehow. You’re consumed with a slightly unhinged craving for him to go back to glaring at you, to go back to glaring at him yourself. But you can feel that you’re not.

You watch as his head tilts ever-so-slightly like he’s studying you, like he’s sifting through whatever he’s seeing on your face at the moment, because it suddenly feels like you have no idea what he’s finding there.

“What are you doing?” you ask quietly, and immediately resent yourself for not sounding angrier. For not sounding angry at all.

Riddle is silent for a moment. You wonder if he’s going to step closer. You wonder why on earth you’re thinking about him stepping closer. He swallows, and you adamantly keep your eyes on his to avoid looking at his throat. “Waiting,” he says just as quietly.

You’re tired. It’s been a very weird night. This is the longest you and Riddle have gone without insulting each other and that’s extremely disorienting. That's why this is happening. That’s why your nerves start tingling in your stomach, why your chest suddenly feels too tight. “For what?” you manage to ask without wavering.

He frowns slowly, thoughtfully. His dark eyes seem to have pinned you there against the wall. You wonder if you even could turn and leave right now of your own accord. “I’m not sure,” he says carefully.

Riddle is a liar. He’s an actor. He’s very, very good at presenting whatever will get him what he wants at any given moment. That’s what he’s doing now. You think it must be what he’s doing now, and the nervousness prickling under your skin is wiped away by the hot resentment that whatever he’s doing was working. It was working on you and you’re supposed to know better.

“Do you think you can just bat your eyelashes at me and make me fall for you like everyone else, Riddle?” you ask coolly, lifting your chin a little antagonistically.

He actually laughs, a very genuine-looking scoff of disbelief and surprise, shaking his head slightly as he looks at you. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” he asks, arching a brow in a sort of resigned amusement.

“Why do you even bother with me, Riddle?” you ask in exasperation, shoulders falling. “There’s about four hundred other people in this castle who would be happy to fawn over you all you like. Is it because I’m the only one here who genuinely can’t stand you? Are you such a bloody narcissist that you have to prove that you can collect everyone?”

Anger flashes in his eyes. “I wouldn’t presume to understand my feelings, if I were you,” he snaps, “I don’t presume to understand them myself.”

You blink. The admission seems to register with him a second later and his lips press together hard, looking away in visible agitation.

But he doesn’t leave. He’s bound his gaze to some shadowy part of the Hall behind you, and he doesn’t say a word. You study the expression on his face, the tension there, the way its twisted on his lips. He looks like he’s annoyed with himself. Or maybe he’s just pretending to be. How could you tell the difference? How can you ever know what’s real with Riddle and what’s not?

You sigh with resignment, fatigue, curiosity, and drop your heels to the ground with a clatter that echoes around the dark stone of the loft Hall. Riddle looks back at once. “What are you doing?” he frowns, eyes flicking to your shoes.

You give him a long look. “Waiting.”

He stares at you. Above you, the flames in the wall sconce flicker slightly like they’ve been swept by a breeze and the shadows play down Riddle’s face.

You almost feel a little triumphant when Riddle does indeed take a step closer, slow and measured, watching your closely, and when you don’t say a word, he takes another. He doesn’t touch you, the scant space that remains between your bodies the last sliver of an alibi, the eleventh-hour chance for either of you to turn away. You wonder if he’s faking it now, the heavy way he’s looking at you, the strangely guarded expression in his dark, watchful eyes like he thinks if he moves too quickly you’ll bolt like a wild animal.

You wonder what he’s thinking as he slowly leans down to you, still watching, still wary, and you take a breath to try to settle the butterflies that bloom instinctively in your stomach as you watch Riddle’s lips draw closer and closer to yours. He’s barely a centimetre away from kissing you when he stops.

You immediately look up at him.

He’s unbearably close, he’s the only thing you can see, his smell flooding your thoughts and his body just inches from yours. You watch with surreal fascination as Riddle’s eyes flutter shut and he takes a long breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours and it’s weird seeing him like this, not just that he’s so close, but that he’s seemingly so uninhibited, usually so calculated and deliberate and refined. Riddle draws closer like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it, and when you feel his hands come up and rest on your hips you suddenly realise that you very much don’t care if Riddle is faking it or not.

You lean in and kiss him.

It’s soft and tentative and warm and Riddle is only barely returning it, like both of you are just trying to figure out if this should even be happening – but you’re rather convinced that it should be, because this barest press of his lips is sending waves of heat under your skin that pool wonderfully in your stomach, and you wonder if he hears the breath you draw in, if he feels it, if he knows how frighteningly good this feels, how much the desire feels like you’ve lost your balance all over again.

After a long, fragile moment, you pull back.

You catch his eyes opening slowly. Somehow your hands have ended up on his chest.

Riddle’s eyes flick between yours like he’s trying to find something in one of them, waiting, perhaps, for the return of your insults, or perhaps for something worse.

For a moment, all you can hear is your heartbeat and the flickering flames above.

Both of you lean in again at the same time, lips meeting hard as his hands slip around your waist and yours lace around his neck, and this time it’s not tentative, this time it’s downright insatiable, hot and hungry and brazen, and your head is spinning so much that you forget to worry about someone walking in and coming across the two of you as you kiss him harder, and harder, and his hair is softer than you’d expected, his hands are warmer, his body firmer, and when his hand slides under your thigh and pulls it up against his hip to press in closer, you’re filled with such an intense hunger for him that you break the kiss, intimidated.

Riddle’s full lips are slightly parted and he’s breathing hard, staring at you. He looks very much like he wasn’t expecting this hunger either.

“I… I don’t think that we should…” you manage to say over your racing heart.

Riddle blinks and then lets go of your thigh at once, stepping back before you can even react. “Of course,” he says blankly, his eyes dropping with a frown, “my apologies, I didn’t mean to imply that –”

“Riddle,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes, “shut up, I was going to say that we’re being rather conspicuous and I’d rather not get interrupted by an unsuspecting ghost, they might die all over again from pure shock.”

Riddle either doesn’t know what to say to this or doesn’t think it even deserves a reply, because he just stares at you again.

You refrain from making some snide remark about this in favour of stepping forward, taking his face in your hands, and kissing him as hard as you can. There’s a broom closet on the other side of the hall and you very much intend to get him into it.

Riddle’s breath speeds up and he can’t seem to decide where he wants to touch you, your cheeks, your hair, your waist, your back, his hands dancing between them as you push him back across the Hall in long steps that he just barely stumbles on until finally his back hits the door of the closet. You kiss him deeper as one of Riddle’s palms come to rest against your jaw, and you realise he knew exactly what you were doing, what you were intending, because his other hand drops to the handle of the closet and the door springs open.

Riddle pulls you inside, slamming the door shut and pushing you hard against it, lips meeting yours in the dark so hungrily that you gasp right into his mouth without meaning to. Your fingers battle with the tie around his neck, pulling the knot apart and then moving on without hesitation to the buttons at his throat but Riddle doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. Something in him has snapped, all the hesitation and tentativeness and slowness has vanished, his lips are devouring yours, relentless and wild and full of craving, one forearm boxing you in and the other hand tangling in your hair to pull you closer still. The intensity of it isn’t frightening you anymore. Now it’s just making you very, very excited.

You finally shove his shirt out of the way and spread your hands across his chest, and in the darkness and the all-encompassing gravity of the way he’s kissing you, nothing exists but the way he feels, his warm skin, his body beneath your hands, the way Riddle exhales hard with something like frustration and slips an arm around your waist to pull you up, stepping in to pin you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his hips on instinct and Riddle’s hand is sliding up your thigh again but you can barely keep track because his lips move to your throat and pleasure explodes across your skin. You push your fingers into his hair and hold him there as his mouth moves in that same insatiable way against your skin, looking up in the dark and seeing nothing but blackness as Riddle draws a moan from your lips that you would have been ashamed of if he didn’t feel so good.

“You’re making this very difficult,” he mutters against your skin, lifting his head and kissing you again, and your eyes flutter shut even though it makes no difference anyway. You kiss him back desperately, wrapping your legs around him tighter, pulling him closer, and it’s a long moment before you remember what he’s said and that you should probably figure out what he means.

“Making what difficult?” you breathe, leaning in and placing your lips against his throat yourself, dragging your teeth across his skin.

His hand curls hard in your hair as he takes a wonderfully sharp breath. “Resisting,” he says tightly.

You scoff and pull away. “Why on earth are you resisting?”

“I don’t know,” he says in a hollow tone.

“Well stop,” you murmur, placing your palms against his cheeks.

Riddle doesn’t say anything. The silence is suddenly as permeating as the dark, tenuous and deafening.

Slowly, you feel him lean in, you feel the warmth of his lips hovering right above yours.

“There are things I want to do to you,” Riddle says quietly. His voice has gone heavy and deep.

Heat flushes your face. You try to stop yourself from breathing harder, but you can’t. “Like what?” you whisper.

His mouth presses right next to yours, electrifyingly slow. He can feel the way your chest is heaving, he can hear your breath, and suddenly you’re wondering how dangerous it is that Riddle can tell exactly what sort of effect he’s having on you. “Things to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and his hand on your thigh is moving up towards your hip, pushing up your dress as it goes, his palm warm and his fingers splayed hungrily against your skin. You press your lips together hard. “Things to make you…”

You shift in anticipation, unable to stop yourself, desire pulling so hard at your body that it feels like gravity is tipping over. Riddle pulls away, his hand frozen on your hip.

You wonder what expression the darkness is covering on his face.

“There’s a table beside you,” he says quietly, voice splitting the silence and sending shivers down your spine. “I’d like you to put your hands on it.”

You stare at where you think his eyes would be. It takes a second for your brain to catch up with the fire aching in your stomach. You look to the side, but you can’t see anything in the darkness.

Riddle suddenly moves, hands taking your waist hard and slowly he lets you down – but his hands stay where they are. He turns you to the side and guides you forward a few inches until – sure enough – you feel the edge of a wooden table pressing against your thighs. Riddle steps in behind you, hands still grasping your waist, and you try very hard not to gasp when you his mouth suddenly presses against your throat. “Go on,” he murmurs.

The darkness hides the way your fingers are trembling as you place them as he asked on the surface of the table. Riddle has not yet relented in his slow, torturous kisses down the slope of your shoulder.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” says Riddle very quietly, right against your throat, his voice dangerously soft and smooth enough to make your stomach twist.

You exhale, closing your eyes tightly. Slowly, you nod.

“You do?” he says, smirk audible. One of his hands slides down your hip at a teasing pace and takes a handful of your dress.

You nod again, wondering exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into as Riddle’s teeth press against your skin and he draws your dress up again.

“There are things you want me to do to you too, aren’t there?” he says softly, and you have to consciously suppress a gasp as Riddle’s hand slides up the inside of your thigh. “Hmm?” he prompts with another kiss when you don’t respond, fingers sliding up your skin.

You nod, wishing you could say something but your throat has closed up and you’re barely managing to stay standing, let alone speak.

“Things like this?” he murmurs, and without warning his fingers brush against your underwear, feather-light but he’s been teasing you for so long that even that makes pure electric heat shoot through your body and there’s no stopping your gasp this time.

Riddle’s hand still on your waist tightens. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, his fingers playing across the surface of your underwear and making you very, very aware of how wet they are. Riddle doesn’t give you time to feel self-conscious about this. “Tell me,” he says smoothly and you shiver again at his voice, the way you can feel it in your chest every time he speaks, his lips pressing just beneath your ear as his fingers continue to dance. “I want you to tell me.”

You dip your head and you try to gather yourself, to focus on the cool wood beneath your palms, to think, but your whole body is aching with how badly you want him, the feeling pooling heavy and almost painfully beneath his fingers and you nod without meaning to. “Yes,” you somehow say, and your voice doesn’t sound like your own, breathy and hollow and full of wanting.

His lips stay on your skin as his fingers press harder and your hips shift at the heat that blooms with his touch, your lips part with a gasp, and Riddle’s mouth curves into a smile on your skin as he breathes a small, warm laugh. “Do you want me to take these off?” he asks you, sounding like he knows the answer as he curls a finger into your underwear.

Your head falls even more. “Yes,” you whisper.

He pulls at them gently and they’re gone, Vanished, and before you can react Riddle’s hand on your waist is tilting you forward a little more, making your palms flatten on the wooden table –

His fingers slide slick against you and every thought in your head disappears as electric pleasure explodes in your body. Riddle’s lips never leave your skin as he touches you slowly, ceaselessly, somewhere between gentle and ruthless. His free hand grips your waist so tightly you can’t help but like it, and inch by inch he goads more and more heat into your stomach, you’re leaning more and more on the table as you start to spiral.

Right as you’re on the brink of release, Riddle’s fingers come to a still and you let go of a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding, too caught up in the rise.

“Are you serious?” you gasp, panting.

He laughs again. “Yes,” he says softly, his hand releasing your waist and coming up to rest against your throat, gently guiding your face to the side as he presses his lips to your cheek. “I’d like to listen.”

And his fingers resume, slower than before like he knows it’ll be torture for you, and you force back a moan at the wave of pleasure that tears through you.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, lips a smirk on you skin.

You would have told him yes if you could speak but you’ve been wanting this for too long now, you body is on fire –

“There’s more I want to do to you,” Riddle whispers in your ear as he strokes you closer and closer to your climax. “Would you let me?”

“Riddle,” you moan, eyes shutting tightly.

“Would you?”

You think you know what he means. You don’t really care. You’ll let him do just about anything. “Yes,” you whisper, wondering if he means now or after he’s –

His fingers press harder and unbearable pleasure immediately blooms in your core under his touch. You fall fast, struck by your orgasm with such intensity that the breath is knocked from your lips and stolen from your throat, and Riddle’s fingers don’t still, he only holds you tighter as you moan. You’re gasping as you come down, chest heaving and an ache in your core.

“I’d like you to do that again,” Riddle murmurs, and then his lips leave your cheek and you barely have a second before his hand flattens against your back and he pushes you smoothly down onto the table. Your eyes fall shut and your pulse triples because you know exactly what’s about to happen, you feel him against you and it takes everything in you not to rock back into him but you don’t have to wait long.

In one unbroken movement Riddle pushes inside of you and your entire body comes alive with electric pleasure that has you gasping as he holds you there, as he draws back and pushes back in so hard your vision splits with stars and heat explodes beneath your skin. One of Riddle’s hands traces down your back as his other holds your hip tighter, and with gentle pressure he pushes you down a little more, tilting your hips in his hands and Riddle’s thrusts hit something inside of you that makes you choke on your moans, because you’re still so tangled up from his fingers teasing you that you’re close again already, and god he’s never going to let you live this down –

As you try to stifle the sounds he’s drawing from you each time his hips collide with yours, you hear him take a long breath, his hand tightening on your hip. “There,” he says quietly and his palm slides up your back, slipping across your shoulder and coming to rest very, very gently against your throat, too gentle to bear given how hard he’s gripping your hip, how relentlessly he’s fucking you – “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”

You screw your eyes up tighter.

“Aren’t you?” he repeats smoothly, and he yanks your hips back an inch like he’s demanding you answer as he slams into you so hard that another moan is knocked from your lips and pleasure curls rebelliously in your gut.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“Good,” he says softly. Riddle suddenly pulls you up and you’re too malleable in his hands, you really are letting him do all these things to you, things you’re very much enjoying him doing, things he’s clearly thought about –

His hand slides up your throat to rest right under your jaw as he tilts your hips a little more, and your back arches even more, your head falling back against his shoulder as you open your eyes and look straight up into the darkness as heat and pleasure starts to well up in your stomach and your chest heaves harder and harder as you get closer and closer with each of his thrusts –

“You feel…” he murmurs, lips pressing hungrily against your throat, “very… very good.”

“Go on, Tom,” you say through your hard breathes, mimicking his own words from what feels like an age ago, “give me what I want.”

Riddle takes a slightly hollow breath, his forehead falling onto your shoulder, and there’s something a lot more uncontrolled about his movements that make a smile pull at the corners of your lips because you’ve just learned that for all his composure, Riddle rather likes someone making him lose a bit of control.

You’re right on the brink again, precarious before the fall, and the desperation and pleasure and heat spurs you on without a second thought. “Please, Tom,” you whisper, half just to see what he does. “Please, I want you Tom, I–”

Riddle turns his face into your shoulder as a sound half-way between a groan and an exhale falls from his lips, holding you tighter than ever and you tip straight into another orgasm as you feel heat burst inside of you, as his movements stutter and stop, as his breath comes hard against your skin, his arms somehow now wrapped tightly around you and holding you in place. You think it’s about ninety percent of why you haven’t collapsed by now.

You open your eyes, slowly coming back to your body and making sense of the world again. Both of you are breathing hard, and Riddle’s forehead is still slumped against your shoulder.

“Are you alive?” you ask in mumble, looking to the side as if you might look at him, your cheek pressing against his soft hair.

“I think so,” he murmurs, sounding very tired.

You breathe a laugh and push him away so you can turn to face him, sliding your hands up his chest and taking his face in your palms again. “Well what on earth happens now?” you ask, amused and tired yourself.

“I’m not sure,” he says in the same voice, leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder again. You suppress another laugh. Riddle likes closeness after sex, who bloody knew.

You lace your arms around his neck and he immediately leans in more, taking a very long breath that makes his whole body relax like its taking the last of his energy with it. “Are you going to go back to hating me?” he asks wearily.

“Probably. You are a bit of a prick,” you say against his hair, pushing your fingers through the soft waves.

Riddle hums and slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. “I suppose I better go back to hating you too, then,” he murmurs.

You smile, turning your face into the crook of his neck and closing your eyes. “Deal.”

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

[akkkkollle]

Thanks for doing my other requests and I was wondering if you can do iida and bf making out in a empty stairwell in UA and then iida gets hard which then leads to them making out harder in the bathroom. Then some students walk in and then iida is being fucked into a stall wall by bf and he is trying to keep quiet so he wont be caught. If it too much you can do what you want to write.

Tags: semi-social sex, cum inside, playful reader(?), nipple games.

- Oh, yeah, come on, Iida-kun~! - you said, stopping, - after all, we are a couple.

- I know, y/n, but it's kind of weird...

- Tsts ... - you clicked, pressing your boyfriend against the wall, - is this also strange?

-Y-y/n..., we are at school, in the stairwell... And yes, it's weird. As a prefect, I am...

- And what will you do as my boyfriend?

- Well ... - the guy lowered his eyes to the floor and blushed.

- Oh, come on! You're not interesting! - you sulked and grabbed your bag and went down the stairs.

- Wait, y/n, I... - you turned to him and he immediately leaned you against the wall and stood on his toes and kissed you, grabbing your neck.

You immediately turned the guy over, leaning him against the wall and holding him by the waist bit his lip, forcing him to open his mouth and moan slightly. You began to explore Iida's mouth in a masterly way. His even teeth, his slightly rough tongue, smooth gums. Everything was familiar to Y/n. A pleasant feeling began to spread through your bodies, but the air in your lungs ran out faster, forcing you to pull away, leaving behind a thread of saliva.

- Wow, what I didn't expect, Mr. Headman, I didn't expect. Nice. - you smiled and already pulled the boy's hand, as he pulled you back, - did something happen, dear..?

- Yes, to me... It's hard for me.

- What? - the guy blushed even more and then it dawns on you why it's hard for him.

You sigh and pull the boy up, turning left.

- Where are we going? Tenya asked, squeezing your hand in response.

- To deal with your problem! You're not going to walk down the street like that, are you? - the guy just nodded.

You open the toilet door and drag your boyfriend to the nearest stall, closing the door tightly and leaning your boyfriend against it.

- And what to do with you, huh?

- F-fuck me, p-please.

- As you wish~.

You grabbed Iida and turned him over with his back to you, kissing his neck and getting your hands under his shirt. Your fingers moved higher on his velvety skin, making the man beneath you tremble with excitement. Your hands immediately lowered and momentarily pulled off the guy's pants with boxers immediately inserting one finger into his ass. The guy groaned, but you covered his mouth.

-Hey, Master Elder, we may not be alone here. Be quiet, OK? - The guy clutched his mouth with one hand, nodding frantically.

You grinned and laughed right in his ear, which made him shudder and shrink around your finger. You inserted the second one, forcing him to relax his muscles and let himself be prepared. Your fingers began to move rhythmically, gaining pace with every second. You opened your fingers like scissors and making sure that he was ready, took out his dick and lined it up in front of your boyfriend's hole. You ran your head along its rim, making the guy shudder in anticipation.

You put your dick in him, giving him time to get used to it. When the guy moved his hips, you started moving, immediately picking up speed, not wanting to wait any longer. You immediately found Iida's sweet spot and started hammering into it, thereby destroying it.

There was a creaking of the door, but you both didn't pay attention until you heard the footsteps of several guys who came in here and started talking about all sorts of nonsense. Iida looked at you, and you just smiled at him insidiously, Tenya sighed, imagining what would happen now.

You started hammering into his prostate even harder, trying to get moans out of your boyfriend, but he couldn't let them hear them. You got bored of it quickly and in order to have some fun, you took hold of your boyfriend's cock with one hand and squeezed his nipple with the other.

The guy barely held on so as not to scream from the approaching orgasm and yet he could, he finished in your hand, while you carefully continued your movements, helping him to survive the orgasm and after a while finished in it.

- Y-y/n ... - the guy's voice was confused, his breathing was trying to come back to normal.

- Yes, my love? - you asked, carefully buttoning your trousers for yourself and your boyfriend.

- How are we going to get out? - he asked what you were really thinking about...

[strawwritesfic]

Student!Tom Riddle x Female!Reader: Longing [Part 1 of 2]

Summary: Don’t hold your breath. You might just faint.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All

Challenge: “115 Word Challenge” by BonitaWolfSpirt on Lunaesence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Part 2

Longing

Valentine’s Day: an otherwise normal day of classes at Hogwarts, broken up only by couples getting a little too close. As the entire castle headed for the Great Hall for dinner that night, many voices joined together in plans for the next Hogsmeade visit. Your voice did not take part. You were far too busy loitering in front of the hall’s doors and worrying over what would come next to think of anything so mundane as a Hogsmeade weekend.

“And what are you doing? As though I don’t already know.”

Once the shock of being so suddenly addressed passed, you found the source of the question: a tall, willowy, beautiful witch gliding down the last step of the stairs nearby. It was Mary Allister, your best friend, and the absolute last person you wanted to see at that moment.

“I could ask the same of you,” you grumbled when she was close enough to hear you. Your sullen greeting only caused Mary to grin wickedly.

“I wouldn’t miss this for tickets to the next World Cup,” she said. “Little Miss Perfect, about to make an absolute fool of herself!”

Heat flooded your cheeks. “I’m not making a fool of myself.”

She tossed her head proudly, making a display with her glossy dark hair that hardly improved your confidence. “Your blood isn’t anywhere near pure enough to tempt Tom Riddle. Even trying to speak to him sounds foolish to me.”

“He’s an orphan. No one knows who his parents are. My blood might be purer than his.”

“Does he even know you exist?”

“He will after this! Now are you here to encourage me, or make fun of me?”

“Oh, a little of both. Better hurry, unless you want to wait until next year to talk to him.”

Gasping, you whirled about to face the other direction. Sure enough, Tom Riddle was there, leaving dinner while deep in conversation with a fellow Slytherin boy. Months of planning might have soon been for nothing had you not called out, “Tom!” before you could stop yourself.

He and his friend drew to a stop. So unexpected was that development that you froze up. Mary had to give you a rough shove to get you moving again, and even then the handsome man ahead continued to look around for someone else’s approach until you stood right in front of him.

“Yes?” he said after a brief pause.

Egads, he was beautiful. What had you been thinking? Mary was right. Pure-blood or not, Tom Riddle was far too smart, gorgeous, and talented for the likes of you, whether or not you were prefect, top of your class, and a quidditch team captain to boot.

“What do you want, girl?” Tom’s friend demanded. You gave a slight start, then shoved a small parcel into Tom’s chest.

“I-I-I wanted to give you this,” you stammered.

“What is it?” Tom asked as he took the package.

If you’d been hot-faced before, now you were as warm as a salamander. You swallowed. “A…Valentine’s Day present.”

Something in his dark eyes seemed to flicker. He looked…angry. But you must have imagined that, because he blinked a second later and looked again his usual pleasant self. “You’re [F Name] [L Name], correct?”

He knew? Your voice lost, all you could manage was a nod.

“Professor Dumbledore speaks very highly of you. It’s a pleasure to meet at last.”

“We’re going to be late for our meeting with Professor Slughorn,” said the other boy, impatient.

“Coming, Lestrange. I’ll open this later,” he added to you as he pocketed the gift. “Good evening, [Name]. I hope to see you again.”

Just like that, he and Lestrange were gone, leaving you to gape after them. Mary, once she arrived, was just as stunned as you were. Only getting some roast into your stomach started to wake you back up—and that only long enough to shoot straight to cloud nine. Mary had been wrong. Half-blood or not, you might have had a chance with Tom Riddle after all.

[minzart]

Now I'm curious about the rest of the students who hopped on to the “our dear little host~” trend? (Leona? Jade&Floyd? Jamil? Lilia? Oh god what about Rook??) Also how would Arthuro act if he was on NRC Host (I headcannon that he's the person who sent the anonymous letter if he was in this AU xD)

Riddle

He thinks it's how they are suposed to refer to Yuu for now on, it's a more endearing nick name than "radio host" that's for sure

He when after Malleus, the circle repeats this week, so you can imagine how he's confused, then apologised, but inside HE'S DIEING TO SEE THOSE CHEEKS FLUSH AGAIN PLEASEEEE YOU'RE SO CUTE

In the end he finishes gets out of the house and- you guessed it!

Riddle felling cheeky tonight: that was a very pleasant conversation Yuu! Thank you for inviting me again

Yuu: it was nothing! I'm sorry chat called you strawberry boys btw, but it is a cute nick name and they won't let you scape it, belive me I tried

Riddle: all is forgiven. And Yuu

Yuu: Yes?

Riddle: sleep well... my dear littlr host

Yuu implodes and Riddle is giggling the hole way back to Heartslabyul

Deuce

Like Ace he joins in the bullying, YOU'RE JUST TOO CUTE WHEN EMBARASED XD

Cater

He's the mastermind behind the new #ourdearlittlehostmoments wich are compilations of all the times Yuu said embarrassing thing or acted baffled by something

He will tease Yuu one time per day in the chat and rise a wall of spam of DEAR LITTLE HOST DEAR LITTLE HOST DEAR LITTLE HOST! When Yuu is acting too serious

Trey

If Yuu visits Heartslabyul and stay too long alone with Trey, he'll be precise~ when he hear footsteps close enough

He's whispers in Yuu ear "I hope you appreciate this dessert... my dear little host"

Yuu will implode in a pink puff and people will walk in becoming extremely confused bc Yui is trying to compose themselfs while Trey is wearing his most innocent face

Leona

No shame at all call's Yuu much dear littel shot the hole time he's there, he usualy sends Rughie bc he's too lazy to go BUT THAT WAS A DECLARATION OF WAR, and a free chance to fluster Yuu is always welcome~

Literaly purrs the frase out you can se chat basicaly beting Who will snap first to initiate the kiss dear host or purring boy? "Just make out already!" Makes Leona laugh so hard he falls out of teh chair

Ruggie

Teases Yuu when in public spaces but is careful to only both hear it, loves their reaction so much, that his revenge for "donut boy"

Jack

He only uses it in the show, he doesn't tease Yuu with it during the day, but you can see his tail wagging when he got a reaction from Yuu during radio time

Idia

He joins in the #ourdearlittlegostmoments

Probably uses without thinking when he was forced by Ortho to participate in persson

Both are blushing messes by the end and chat found a new victim to mess with

He does not have the guts to use the name on purpose, he doe suse "our dear little host: but "my"? My is just too much for him. Chat had to donated to make him say "My deat dear little host" and his attempt is golden to this day, more flustered than Yuu

Ortho

The most innocent one right with Kalim, he's just joining the fun! Prefect looks so happy and they said he's cute saying it too!

Rook

Somebody help Yuu, Rook is doing poetry with that nickname

Yuu knows very well who is sending that one ginormous post with flowery lenguage in the #ourdearlittlehost tag, they know it's you hunteroflove, honestly Rook can try to tease Yuu but Yuu has the ultimate weapon! NEIGE LEBLANC VOICE LINES

Yuu calls him Simp and chat loves it so much he's one of the faves just bc it's very easy to pick on him if you know what to use

Epel

Joing Ace and Deuce, he's adoring how easy Yuu is to fluster, gremling having a good time

Lilia

Greats Yuu by My dear little host each time he has to pass by Hamshackle, ah the false of youth, look at those rosy cheeks

Silver

Had no Idea what the fuck was going on and uses bc he thinks is appropriate bc of Yuu's friend doing it ONLY TO MELT YUU OH SEVEN WHAT DID HE DO???

Sebek

Does not uses it, and refuses to do so, but Acea, Deuce and Epel uses so often blows his vow once or twice

Arthuro

HEADCANON ACCEPTED

He's mad bc he didn't used "my" first, wished he knew who dear host was and how to participate in the radio, Yuu's voice is just so cute and their reactions even cuter~

He thanks the seven that he has a friend that discovered NRC radio station in it's early days, it's very useful to know what the other school's up to, and the tea ofcourse, his favorite was that one time someone spiked the teaches drinks and they all become rowdy kids, the students had to pursue them around the school, it was his best prank to this day~ and one of Yuu's best narratives too

Is over the moon when Ambrose asks him to participated he makes a show to pronounce "My~ dear little host" prefers not to say it was him who created the nick name, that's his little secret and guilty pleasure

[salazarslytherin]

headcanon - the boys react to you being a snake animagus

requested: yes! [How do you think characters like cedric, tom and lupin would find out / or react to you shape shifting into a snake like nagini ? male reader pls... but only if you can] send in your own request here!

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cw / tw: nothing much? i think, mention of sexual content (?), does dry humping count as smut??, dirty talk

a/n: i think this should be alright... i don't really write headcanons but hopefully this is what you were looking for anon! also idk if being an animagus = parseltongue but we’ll pretend it does. if you like it please like/comment/reblog to boost x

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cedric diggory

so the way he finds out that you were a snake animagus was completely unintentional, and not very pleasurable

your animagus form being a snake meant that sometimes you just liked to go out and slither around in the sun

today you knew that cedric was going to be busy studying so you decided to go and do just that

however what you hadn't realised was that he was going to be studying for herbology and therefore was going to be down by the greenhouses to look for professor sprout

so you were slithering around the greenhouses, you knew sprout didn't care about snakes because she respected nature and all things natural, so sometimes you went inside to see whether you catch people sneaking around

especially because it was winter, and it was cold outside.

you didn't want to die as a snake in the winter

but today instead of spotting an underground couple, you had slithered on top of a table only to find cedric walking into the room

and he didn't notice you but you forgot you were a snake for a second and hissed out 'cedric?!' in parseltongue

he only heard a hiss and fell backwards as he saw a python darting towards him, letting out a very high-pitched scream

you tried to move closer towards him to make sure he was okay, but the boy just scrambled backwards, his legs paralyzed by fear

THAT was when you realised that you were still in your animagus form, and turned back into a human sheepishly, kneeling above him

he also let out a scream as you turned, but when he realised it was you he was so relieved that he just pulled you down by your tie, kissing you passionately because oh my god i thought i was gonna die thank helga it was just you baby

but then immediately after a quick make-out session on the floors of the green house he pushed you away and basically screamed "when the hell did you learn how to do that?!"

which meant that you had to, very shamefully, explain to your prefect boyfriend that you had done this very illegal thing because you were bored one summer and just decided to try it out

he then proceeded to chew you out for a good two minutes, still lying on the floor of the greenhouse, before making out with you again because "even though i thought i was going to die you're somehow equally as handsome as a snake darling my goodness"

remus lupin

so the reason you became an animagus was just so you could be with remus during the full moon

however the issue was that you were a snake, and so when remus found out that your animagus form was a snake he got really worried

"what if moony doesn't react well to you? i don't want to hurt you darling."

he then proceeded to spend about an hour listing all the reasons why you should not go with the marauders to the shrieking shack, which basically meant he repeated that he could murder you a hundred times

but of course, you, like the rest of the marauders, did not listen, and all of you went to spend the full moon with remus

after remus turned, which by the way was agonizing to watch and you made a mental reminder to pelt him with chocolate tomorrow, moony came towards you tentatively, sniffing out the strange reptile that he'd never seen before

but after discerning that you weren't a threat, all of your animalistic forms got along quite well

you'd found a lot of pleasure chasing wormtail around, in fact

when morning came, you had to go off to rest in your dormitory but not before sending remus off to the infirmary, promising to meet him after your classes that day

when you went, the boy immediately pulled you into a kiss, throwing the book that he'd been reading away

"you stupid brave boy. i could've killed you."

when you removed all the chocolate you’d brought for him from his pockets he finally shut up about his ‘would have been’ murder to stuff his face, before saying it to you again through chocolate stuffed cheeks

he only fully shut up when you kissed him roughly, shoving your tongue into his mouth, which he very much welcomed, and pulled away tasting distinctly of chocolate and remus

tom riddle

for tom, it was a very, very pleasant experience when he found out you were a snake animagus

it had happened while the two of you were in bed, only two days after you’d completed your first transformation

tom was on top of you, grinding his crotch against yours

and when he was in the mood, tom is a very vocal person – liking to voice what he wanted to do to you or how badly he needed you

however, he’d often get lost in the moment, slipping in and out of parseltongue

which is a massive turn on

so as he rutted against you, tom started hissing in parseltongue

🐍 fuck baby you're so hot, i can feel how hard you are against me 🐍

and because it was the first time you'd ever understood parseltongue, it didn't register in your mind, but you hissed back

🐍 you too tom, fuck i love the way you feel against me. so good to me baby. 🐍

tom stopped for a moment, and got off of you

"did–did you just respond to me in parseltongue?"

you looked up at him and your eyes were still glassy with lust, and you didn't know what he was talking about

"what are you talking about tom?"

he got off of you, kind of angry but also kind of turned on

"are you a parselmouth? why did you never tell me?"

you got up really confused, but then it suddenly dawned on you

"oh, uh, i–"

tom got off his bed, pacing around the room

"why the fuck didn't you tell me? do you not trust me?!"

you got up as well and tried to calm him down

"no! tom wait listen to me!"

he didn't, obviously, because he's tom riddle and he doesn't understand that he needs to listen to other people sometimes

"tom!"

you basically screamed his name and then turned into your animagus form on the spot

the boy just stood in front of you, staring down at you on the ground

"you–you're an animagus?!"

you turned back and look at him sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly

"i only managed it two days ago... i was going to surprise you but..."

🐍 i guess i'm a parselmouth now too... surprise? 🐍

the boy's pupils just blew wide, and he didn't answer

only pushing you onto the bed, his mouth devouring yours

you were in for a long night

[omgrachwrites]

Playing The Hero - Chapter Two

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Soulmates have a way of seeing and feeling each other’s emotions by a gem that is set in the palm of their hand which glows with magic. The colour of the gem on the palm of your hand, erratically changes between different colours. Unbeknownst to you, every time the gem on your soulmates palm glows blue he feels very over protective and worried. That’s just what happens when your soulmate always plays the hero. Soulmate Au

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of death

Words: 2282

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

masterlist

Yellow - Happy, Secure, Excited

Red - Scared, Nervous, Unsure

Grey - Stressed, Worried

Blue - Sad, Hurt, Frustrated

Orange - Overprotective

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Chapter Two

Harry gingerly raised a hand to his swollen face, wincing as he pulled his hand back and saw that it was sticky with blood; it was a good thing that he didn’t have a weak stomach. Tonks had presumably done a decent job of fixing his nose because it felt as though it was straight again. It was still extremely sore, though not as bad as it had been when Malfoy had stamped on it.

Harry sighed, dragging his feet across the moonlit lawn as he followed Snape who was walking ahead of him, his long black cloak billowing out behind him, making him look like a vampire bat. The late summer breeze blew across the castle grounds like a whisper. Harry could hear Snape’s monotone voice but he manged to block out all the words – it was no doubt a lecture – after five long years of suffering in Snape’s class, it was a skill that Harry had managed to acquire.

After what felt like an eternity, he walked into the castle and a great sense of relief washed over him as the candlelight in the Entrance Hall reflected on the glass of his glasses. He smiled, he finally felt like he was home. As he looked down at his gem he beamed when he saw that it was glowing bright yellow. Y/N was standing in the doorway of The Great Hall, clutching a huge, warty croaking toad. She smiled as she glanced up; the smile soon fell from her face when she nervously looked at Snape before honing on in the state of Harry’s face.

“Merlin, Harry! What the hell happened to your face?!” Harry opened his mouth to reply, Y/N’s worried face making an unfamiliar feeling churn in the pit of his stomach.

Snape’s lip curled as hissed beneath his breath, clenching his teeth, “in, both of you!”

Y/N frowned at him, a muscle fluttering in her jaw, “I was just asking if he was okay, what’s the problem with that?” Harry bit his tongue so he wouldn’t suddenly burst out into peals of laughter.

Snape’s nostrils flared as he narrowed his eyes and whispered in a deadly voice, “don’t make me tell you again, Y/L/N!”

Y/N and Harry exchanged a scowl at Snape’s expense before they walked into The Great Hall. A gasp seemed to ripple through the sea of students as they all turned to look at Harry’s face. He swallowed nervously before fiddling with his sleeves and he glanced over at Y/N. She smiled softly at him as the toad croaked in her hands.

“Is that Trevor?” he laughed.

Y/N giggled, “yeah, you know that Neville is always losing him. Though, it did take me ages to find him, maybe a Hufflepuff could have helped more.”

“Well, I’ve heard that Hufflepuffs are exceptionally good finders,” he smirked making Y/N burst out into laughter.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too,” she paused and bit her lip, “what happened to your face?”

Harry sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, for some reason he didn’t want to tell her, “how do I look? I mean does my face look fairly normal?”

It sounded like Y/N was choking back her laughter and she shrugged, “apart from all the blood over it, it looks fine.”

Harry was very relieved that his face would heal properly, “Malfoy did it,” he muttered but didn’t elaborate.

A look of understanding passed over her face and she glanced over at Malfoy who was guffawing and pointing at Harry, “I see,” she sighed, “I’ll see you later, Harry. I’m gonna go and give Trevor back to Neville,” she nodded at the worried looking boy who was sitting further up the Gryffindor table.

“Bye, Y/N,” Harry smiled and watched her walk up to Neville, Neville’s face lit up as Y/N passed him Trevor and he clutched his toad close to his chest. It looked like he was about to cry. He smiled as he sat next to Ron and Hermione.

Hermione gasped as she looked at his face, “what happened?!”

On the other hand, a grin slowly spread across Ron’s freckled face, “I think that you look badass, mate,” Ron clapped him on the shoulder and Harry couldn’t help but grin, being careful to not split his lip again.

“That’s not funny, Ron!” Hermione gave Ron a sharp look as her eyebrows shot up her forehead before she folded her arms and looked questioningly at Harry.

Unfortunately, Harry could hardly say because he was painfully aware of Ginny and Dean staring at him, “I’ll tell you later,” he shook his head.

Ron leaned closer to him, “have you heard the awful news? Snape is the new Defence against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry’s blood turned to ice, in what world could Dumbledore let Snape have that post? “ugh, great just great. At least he’ll be gone by the end of term,” he ignored Hermione’s gasps as he pulled a plate of treacle tart towards him.

Even the mere succulent smell of his favourite dessert considerably lifted his spirits, unfortunately he only managed to stuff a heap full of the sticky dessert into his mouth before the food disappeared, leaving the golden plates sparkling and spotless. He groaned through his mouthful of food as he tried his best to savour it before he rolled his eyes and got to his feet.

As Prefects, Ron and Hermione walked ahead of him to lead the new Gryffindors up to the common room. However, Harry noticed that Malfoy was still seated at the Slytherin table, completely throwing away the chance to bully the new Slytherins. Before Harry could muse upon it any further, a sleepy musical voice reached his ears.

“Hi Harry.”

Harry turned his head to see Luna and Y/N; as usual Luna was carrying a copy of the Quibbler, her dad’s magazine. She was wearing her huge radish earrings and she’d slid her wand through her dirty blonde hair, “Hello, Luna, how was your summer?”

“Dad and I went to find Nargles,” Harry glanced over Luna’s head to look at Y/N, she was looking at Luna lovingly but her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. When Y/N met Harry’s eyes she almost lost it, “will the DA be meeting this year?”

Harry shook his head, “there’s no need now that Umbridge has gone,” he shrugged. Snape was the new Defence against the Dark Arts Professor – he’d always wanted the post – and Harry hated that fact. But hopefully they would be at least learning some defensive magic this year and Harry would be one step closer to fulfilling his ambition of becoming an Auror.

He watched Luna’s face fall with a sharp pang of guilt, he’d never really seen Luna upset before, “oh, I see.”

Y/N spoke up quickly to diffuse the tension and she smiled at Luna, rubbing her arm, “you guys will still be friends though, right?” she gave Harry a meaningful look.

He winced as the gem on his palm quickly burned, sending a sharp pain up his arm, he glanced down at it to see that it was glowing orange. He quickly glanced back up at the girls and offered Luna a small smile, “of course.”

Luna nodded, “I’d like that,” she smiled serenely, looking a lot happier.

The three of them said their goodbyes as they went to their separate common rooms and Harry smiled as he climbed through the portrait hole. Hermione already had her head in a book, in the comfortable armchairs that were seated next to the roaring fireplace. Ron glanced at Harry as he entered the warm common room and he shook his head.

“Bloody nuts she is,” he muttered, “c’mon let’s leave her to it,” as they climbed the stone steps, Ron turned to Harry, “what took you so long?”

“I ran into Luna and Y/N.”

Ron smirked, his ears turning red, “do you actually have a crush on Y/N?”

Harry shook his head as he ran a hand through his thick messy hair, “I mean she’s nice and all but I hardly know her and I’m not interested in dating anyone at the minute, not after what happened with Cho.”

Ron whistled, “yeah, that was a bad one.”

“Fuck off, mate.”

Ron pretty much fell asleep and began snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow but Harry stayed awake for a little, grinning into the darkness like a maniac. He was so glad to be back at Hogwarts, this was the first time that he felt truly complete since Sirius died.

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Before walking into the dungeons on the first day back at school, you braced yourself before walking into the usual gloomy room that normally had disgusting things floating around in jars. It always felt really hot and stuffy that didn’t make for a great lesson. However, you were pleasantly surprised when you walked into the dungeons to see that it felt somehow light and airy and pleasant smells were wafting all around the room.

Even Slughorn with his friendly grin had a good aura about him and you couldn’t help but feel very relieved. You smiled as Slughorn greeted you and Neville as you made your way to the front desk where all the cauldrons were emitting their steam. There was one potion in particular that was producing the most gorgeous smell, silver vapour rose from the cauldron. You leaned closer to it and took a huge deep breath of it, feeling slightly lightheaded, the potion smelled of Butterbeer, wood from a new broomstick and another scent that you couldn’t place.

“Doesn’t this potion smell of Butterbeer? It smells so good,” you sighed happily as you glanced at Neville.

Neville gave you a strange look as his eyebrows knitted together in a frown, “it doesn’t smell of Butterbeer, it smells like freshly cut roses and vanilla.”

You scoffed, what the hell was wrong with Neville’s sense of smell? However, before you could argue with him about it, Slughorn began the lesson and started running through the different potions that were on his desk. To your extreme annoyance before he could tell you about the one that smelled like Butterbeer, the door to the dungeons opened quietly, interrupted Slughorn’s speech.

Next to you, you could see Lavender Brown perk up and she was gazing at something with wide eyes, and when you followed her line of vision you discovered that she was staring at Ron Weasley. You smirked to yourself as you glanced at Harry who was giving Slughorn an apologetic look.

“Harry, m’boy! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t be coming!” Slughorn boomed with an easy grin on his pudgy face.

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry that we’re late, you see, we haven’t got our books or supplies yet. We didn’t know that we’d be here,” Harry bit his lip nervously as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

However, Slughorn waved Harry’s worries away like this sort of thing happened all of the time, “not to worry, get what you need from the cupboard.”

Harry nodded and he smiled gently at you as he slipped past you on the way to the supply cupboard where there was a lot of loud banging for the next couple of moments. You rolled your eyes and glanced over your shoulder and you had to cough to cover up your laughter when you saw the two best friends fighting over a book. It seemed that Ron had one the fight because Harry smacked Ron’s hand with the heavy potions book.

As Harry walked past you, you glanced down at the book to see the yellowing pages and the scribbles that were across the front cover, “lovely,” you laughed.

Harry chuckled as he rolled his eyes, waving the book around, “you’re telling me, a fat lot of good this book will do me.”

It turned out that the ruined book did do Harry a lot of good because the object of today’s lesson was to brew The Draught of Living Death and a little vial of liquid luck would go to the best potion. Seamus blew up his cauldron, Neville’s potion smelled so bad that you had to stuff a wad of tissue up your nose to get yourself some relief from the horrible smell, and in the end it was Harry’s potion that came out on top. You felt mean for even thinking it but you wondered how Harry had got so good at potions. Maybe it was due to the fact that Slughorn actually liked him and he wasn’t looking for an excuse to take away as many points as he could.

You caught up with Harry as you were walking out of the dungeons, “hey, that must have been one hell of a potion; I thought Slughorn was going to start snogging your cauldron.”

Harry snickered as he shrugged running a hand through his hair, “you’re not pissed at me too are you?”

You frowned as you tilted your head, you had no reason to be, sure it would have been nice if you would have won the luck potion but you potions weren’t really your strong suit, “no,” you trailed off, “I’m not pissed at you, even if you did cheat,” you laughed, turning around so you were walking backwards.

For a fraction of a second, Harry’s emerald eyes widened before he covered it up with a smile, “I didn’t cheat, you’re just mad that I’m better at potions than you,” he teased.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see, Potter.”

“Is that a challenge, Y/L/N?” he smirked, raising his eyebrow.

“You bet it is!” you laughed, sticking your middle finger up at him before disappearing into the crowd.

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EYES NOSE LIPS CH 8

EYES NOSE LIPS CHAPTER 8 - AFTER

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR X ASAMI ODA [OC]

Rating: Explicit /18+ ONLY PLEASE

Word Count: 4,6235

Tags: Angst, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Crush, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Non-Consensual Touching, Slow Burn, Long-Term Relationship(s)

You can read the previous Chapters below:

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7

Leona Kingscholar tried to avoid the prefect. After the blazer episode, it made it more difficult for him to think straight, especially when it involved her or anyone in her circle.

He made sure not to encounter any of the annoying first years, and he desperately didn’t need anyone’s nagging.

For the first time in a long time, Leona attended classes with a half-assed sort of purpose, without fail— at least he tried— several days in a row.

And, with Winter Holidays rushing in, he made sure to let his family know he’ll be there for the holidays.

For the first time in a long time he didn’t dread going back home.

Ruggie was suspicious, of course. And even though he knew it could backfire, he proceeded with Curry Night plans even without the Dorm Leader’s approval.

Not yet anyway , he thought.  

Asami felt like the more she ran into the Savanaclaw Dorm leader, the more trouble she caused, and the more he disliked her.

So on the days after their library mishap, she tried her best not to go around the area where third-year students frequented.

She didn’t want to avoid Leona—in fact, she wanted to see him and thank him for all his help until now.

But she tried her best to stop herself. If there’s something she was proud of, it was her self-restraint and patience.

She’d suck the cold air through her teeth, breathe in, and let it go.

I can’t be selfish now , she thought.

She became increasingly aware that, maybe her attempts to make him lunchboxes again—masked as a way of thanks— could be a way for her to impress him, and eventually win his heart. Asami chuckled at the thought of how silly that would be. And how she should wake up from her daydreams of him.

Daydreams of hoping she can get close. She didn’t like this side of her.

Bending over for others, but ultimately, knowing that it is for her self satisfaction.

She didn’t want to think about it, but she knew, deep down, she wanted something in return.

What exactly she wanted from Leona Kingscholar, she did not dare say.

She did not dare think, either. She wanted to believe she didn’t want anything from him.

She just really wanted him to know that he was special, at least to her.

And at the very least, she wanted him to feel that, whatever she’s capable of doing to make him feel that way, she was willing to do.

Asami’s schedule left no free time to seek Leona out.

Maybe it’s better that her schedule is so overloaded until it was time for him to graduate, then she can move on, and then, when they meet somewhere in the distant future, she can just tell him everything and they can both laugh about it. Maybe .

However, things, secrets, and feelings you try to bury, almost always find their way back to the surface.

Whether Asami liked it or not, she was becoming increasingly aware of her feelings towards the Dorm Leader.

Now, it was just up to her, her sanity and self-control if she was going to keep it buried.

On the days when she’s not working in Mostro Lounge, Asami made sure her hands were always occupied.

Many after-school activities in Night Raven required magic skills and or flying skills.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have magic in her system to participate in those, let alone try.

Grim would hang around Ace or Deuce and Jack, and she was happy to find a club that could accommodate her and she enjoyed something other than being holed up in the dark corners of the library.

Asami was an only child, so being around Trey and Jamil made her feel like she had older brothers. The three of them enjoyed cooking, and once Trey found out that she too had a knack for whipping up exquisite dishes, he formed a mini club for the three of them. Jamil was happy to oblige. He enjoyed cooking and teaching. He enjoyed sharing cooking methods, spices, and flavours native to the Land of Hot Sands. Asami felt like she had a place where she belonged. The mini club was a place where she could be, somewhat, true to herself. Being around her fellow first years felt like she’d been placed to be their caretaker, so being around her upperclassmen felt different and alleviated some of her stress.

Asami wasn’t one to make sweets and cakes - no. She’s more of a savoury home cook. So she enjoyed being around Trey and Jamil. She was happy to learn every time they spent afternoons cooking a new dish. Ace, Deuce, and Grim were the usual test subject for their new recipes. And when available, Jack and Epel were there to try some too.

Deuce felt relieved to see the prefect befriend more people around her.

He enjoyed watching her spend time with Jack and Epel, and he was always happy to let Grim stay over whenever she needed some time alone.

But Deuce could see it, how she would often look out the window during class.

How she’d sometimes take a detour to see if the Magift Club was practicing.

She’d avoid the botanical gardens’ Temperate Zone, but she’ll still walk outside, maybe, secretly hoping she’d run into him.

She barely spoke of Kingscholar.

Ace didn’t mind and don't seem to notice, but he did.

Sometimes, he’d ask Jack what he thought of the situation, and they’ve come to an agreement that yes, the prefect is avoiding Leona.

But really, it felt like self-inflicted torture when they watch her sigh and frown and anticipate only to be let down.

“So you noticed it too, huh, Jack?” Deuce asked out of the blue whilst tying the laces of his shoe.

One knee popped up on the bleachers. Jack sat beside him with a towel on his head.

A short break after ten laps around the field. Jack’s tail flopped down and propped back up when he heard Deuce’s question.

It’s not quite visible, but his ears twitched under the towel. His thighs supported his arms as he leaned over.

“It’s quite obvious, I think,” Jack’s voice was quiet. He kept thinking of ways to answer the next questions that might come without letting Deuce know that maybe, just maybe, he was a little bit too interested in the prefect. He tried his best not to make it seem obvious, really he did. But even though Deuce isn’t the best in academics, he’s good at noticing the little things, especially when it came to his friends.

“You’re quite obvious too, Jack,” Deuce chuckled, securing the last knot and then sitting down next to Jack to cool down.

Jack was caught off-guard, of course. He didn’t think anyone noticed.

His mouth opened, readying a protest but stopped and sighed.

Thankful that the towel on his head hid the blush on his face but he was too embarrassed to notice that his tail gave it all away.

Deuce chuckled at the sight of Jack’s fluffy tail wagging in delight and anticipation. No name was mentioned, but they both had the same person’s face in mind.

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“You’ve been working so hard,” Jade’s voice was always mellow in her ears. She always thought that even if he was reading a receipt, it would be enough to keep her head calm and send her to sleep in no time. She’d look up to him, lips curved up into a gentle smile, happy to hear his praise. Jade’s skillful gloved hands carefully setting some copper canisters and boxes of tea leaves before the two of them. His eyes were focused on the task at hand, long lashes casting shadows that seemed to enhance the mischievous shine of his mismatched ochre and rust eyes. “Azul mentioned you can have the week before Winter Holidays off, too.” his tone was low, sturdy, and smooth. The words rolling off his lips sounded like a quiet distant record playing in the background, Asami didn’t intend to but her focus shifted from the canister labels to his lips.

He was looking at her now, and their eyes met. He smiled even more as his gaze held hers. He was aware of this, and she didn’t know whether it was appropriate or whether she should look away. She could feel her cheeks warming up. Jade then shifted his gaze back to his hands. Careful with the intention not to embarrass the prefect, but sure to tease just a little bit to coax her attention back to the lounge. She would drift far away, and Jade would not know where her mind would swim off to. But he became better and better at directing her focus back into reality, back into the tea they were blending, back to him.

Maybe his hypnotic and sensuous way of speaking and moving came hand-in-hand with his unique magic. But he wasn’t one to use that power on her��� not now, at least. He was curious, though. Who her special person was. It was painfully obvious. The sighs, and anticipation as she welcomed new patrons, the slump on her shoulders when she seemed to not find who she was looking for. How her eyes hovered around when it was Savanaclaw students that entered the lounge. That alone was his clue, and he could definitely work his way to that sensitive info without trying or even using magic.

He knew, whoever this person was, she would give it all away, at the sight of them. And his skin itched with trepidation.

“A week,” she stopped her hands and Jade could’ve sworn they looked like heavy boulders trying to plant themselves onto the floor right there and then. His own hands stopped moving with the sudden weight of this supposedly-pleasant surprise. Surely, she’d been thinking of a day off, or when she could free herself from the shackles that were work, work, and work. Jade could’ve sworn he heard her swallow. And he feared that his plans of giving her some free time might not be the best for their little human. His mind raced to find an alternative, a solution — something. Something to perk her spirits back up.

She didn’t finish her sentence, instead, she looked up to him and gave him a gentle smile. A hint of force and worry slightly furrowed at her brows, but she tried her best to smile, the best she could and she thanked him. With that small voice, she always used around others. Jade leaned in and placed a light hand on her shoulder. “You are still welcome here, of course,” He stayed there and lingered a bit, catching a glimpse of the tips of her ear now with a slight hue of pink. He was incredibly close, but not closer than how Floyd would usually be around her.

Asami didn’t mind Floyd’s hugs and playful embraces. But when it came to Jade, something stern and sure would always trap them together when they are in close proximity. And she would feel it in her skin and she would blush.

“We don’t go home until the spring until the glaciers have melted down,” his hand brushed from her shoulders to the back of her head, a slight tug towards him. His hands gave comfort to the touch-starved Asami and her shoulders pulled themselves in instinctively. She felt comfortable around the twins enough for moments like these. Somehow, being this close gave Jade the permission he was seeking to touch her, trying his best to be as casual as possible and hiding every bit of curiosity and intention he had under his sleeves.

Asami looked up at him, searching and yearning but she didn’t allow herself to be spoiled by Jade Leech. She was— at least to some extent — still afraid of him and the meaning behind his polite speech and smiles. Though she’d favour him among the Octavinelle trio any day, a hint of fear kept her distant. She gave him a meek smile and a nod, and he understood that she was okay with it and she’ll be there. Their little human didn’t say much unless it was something urgent or important or when needed to be polite. Jade quite liked that, but he too was the listening, observing type. So he’d expected the opposite from her, to say the least. He grew to expect more and more things from Asami as they spent more after-school days together.

And, he would write them all down, neatly into a fresh, pristine piece of paper and he would fold that paper and tuck it away into his breast pocket.

Like a charm to ward off unwanted guests. Like a prayer to the sea witch— a wish. A secret wish he’d allow himself the pleasure. Just this once, maybe he can have something for himself. Something like a little human companion. Maybe — her. Maybe .

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Jade, however, was close to making an assumption. It might be, the first year— his name, Jack Howl. The white wolf.

He might be the special person, Jade thought.

He would, sometimes be waiting outside the lounge just as Asami’s shift ends. And they would happily walk towards the mirror together. No physical contact or whatsoever, so Jade assumed it might be somewhat of a one-sided love. Or a crush. He wasn’t certain of anything, but starting from Savanaclaw gave him a good narrow-down.

Whenever she would finish her shift and just after she changed from her silk suits and fedora, she’d pop her head back into the lounge to give the twins, and everyone working a wave and a bow of thanks. She did that, and Jade found it incredibly cute, though he could never allow himself to utter those words, especially around Floyd or Azul, but he made sure to show them, crystal-clear and evident in everything he did around her and for her.

A refreshing new blend for her to enjoy before she started her shift, and a fruit bowl after she was done. She wasn’t one for sweets and Jade quickly figured it out after serving her some scones that one time. She was polite to take them, but it took all the time to get her to finish those three plain scones whilst she downed three cups of their dark roast. Again, he was wrong to judge her— to think she’d be just like a normal girl who favoured sweets. Jade was happily surprised. Mental notes here and there. He did, however, notice her with a small box of macarons just as she was walking out of Trey Clover’s class. They had spoken about their mini club, and Asami was delighted to be a part of something other than the Lounge. Jade liked that she was having fun outside the lounge, but a twinge— just a twinge of jealousy started to bubble from the depths of his stomach at the thought of her spending more time outside their circle. Outside the wall, he so meticulously built— though unconsciously— around her.

That day, he decided to ask her. He saw the opportunity of her staying for the winter holidays as a way to be closer— closer. Just as she was about to head off, he asked if she’d wait for him to get changed, too. And if she would allow him to walk her to her dorms.

Asami gave him a fervent smile, and with a mellow voice politely declined.

“You don’t have to, Jade-san,” her cheeks slightly turning a soft pink colour, before Jade could see its full view, she was able to lower her head to hide them. And he almost let out a curse but cleared his throat as he straightened himself back up again.

“Please?” Jade was not one to ask twice, nor was he the type to beg for something when he knew exactly how to slither his way into obtaining it. But he had a particularly growing soft spot for her now, and he thought he didn’t want to push it, not having the white wolf wait up for her proved to be a mighty chance to exploit.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you already,” she was hesitating. Her eyes darted everywhere as she lowered her head again, but this time, Jade followed her, leaning down to meet her face, his own mismatched eyes tenderly asking for her approval. “You’re never a bother, Asami-san.”

He let his eyes blink slowly as he anticipated her response. She almost looked like she was holding her breath, and her lips slowly parted. Jade’s eyes settled on her thin lips, which looked dry and cold but all the more inviting to him. He was so very used to places like that. Dry and cold. He imagined as he breathed in, the answer he wanted out of her. And he could hear himself swallow hard and dry, waiting for her sweet and quiet voice to say yes .

With his head lowered like this, he’s noticed two things. That she had an unnoticeable beauty mark just at the base of the side of her neck, hidden away if her collar was in place.

But his sharp rust and ochre eyes gave him the ability to pick up the details around him faster than the usual predator.

His eyes, seemingly all-seeing, made Asami’s cheeks warm and her pulse beat faster. And he noticed that, too.

She had this habit of holding her breath. And then, somehow, maybe when she felt comfortable enough, she would slowly and very quietly exhale.

It was as if it was a chant of some sorts, a spell to make herself invisible in any uncomfortable situation. But she wasn’t invisible to him— no.

She was there and he was looking at her. Mismatched eyes devoting themselves to the strands of her dark hair that made her skin look like she was glowing softly like the moonlight.

On her curious carnelian eyes that made it impossible for her to hide what she was feeling or thinking, eyes that burned with intensity as strong as his curiosity. Lips that seemed, at least to Jade, desperate for a kiss. But he also wore his patience like a badge of honour. And he was one to take his time, with this— whatever this was— he dared not to label anything, no.

Not yet.

Jade took long, smooth and delicate lines made up of the bits of her in his mind, and he painted himself a picture of her, and likewise kept it hidden in his breast pocket.

A prayer, a charm, a secret, skilfully curated by white silk gloves—the little bit of pleasure he allowed himself in—and forever sealed within uncannily and mischievous lips.  

He was looking at her , and his lips curved into a smile so sure, when she finally nodded with a smile.

A/N: I don't really beta or check or whatever and just write as I go and as I think of the scenes in my head. I really, just write for fun. So if you're reading this far, thank you so so so much! 

My TWST boys tier would definitely be:

1 - Leona 2 - Jade / Jack 3 - Floyd / Ruggie

So I am trying to incorporate all these relationships in, I don't really know yet how I'm going to tangle these babies together but I have a pretty clear picture of the coming chapters. 

I hope you look forward to it. Thank you for sticking around~

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