#poppy x Mc

[syaolaurant]

Fighting alongside Sebastian and Poppy be like

[disorderly-jester]

never mind 🫣❤️

[silvyadrakkon]

I’ve been wanting to draw Poppy for a hot minute now. She was a really well-written character that deserves all the love we can give her. (And my first attempt at drawing her looked really goofy hahaha.)

@runicxraven, I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed Marvin. I’m afraid you’ve ruined most other MC x Poppy ships for me because Marvin and Poppy are just too perfect for each other. I also love Marvin’s slightly monochromatic color scheme. It’s just soothing and neat.

[runicxraven]

OFF TO THE SUNSET 🛤️🌅🛤️🌅🛤️🌅

YIPPPEEEE! Running off to another adventure🛤️🛤️🛤️

This was such a fun sweet piece to wrap up the first Moppy Fic!

@/hazeace_art did such an amazing job capturing the spirit of this pairing ✨💛💙🥹

The story of putting fears and pain aside for your love was truly inspiring- huge thanks to the amazing artist bringing the ship to life 💕

Last two chapters are out now!

[giselsann]

Commission for @celestial--sapphic ❣️

[thequeenb]

The Perfect Ending

2 whole years..who would ever believe that Poppy would be the relationship type? Not me. I know what a lot of you are wondering what the hell we were up to the past years..well let me fill you up.

“Are you done packing? The flight leaves in literally 40 minutes” I say with a pinch of annoyance because one thing about being with Poppy is that you will always be late

“You can’t rush beauty darling” she looks at me over the bathroom mirror and gives me a wink. Ugh sometimes I hate how attractive she is

After Collage ended and we graduated with both our degrees we decided to take a holiday to her Miami Beach house..I know right?

We arrived to our gate and we finally settled down to the plane, of course we sit first class you didn’t even have to wonder.

“Well we have 2 hours so if you excuse me I will get on with my skincare routine” she says and the flashbacks come back almost immediately of our first hookup in her room

“Well your skin looks like shit Hughes so let me do you a favour” she straddle my lap and I am probably looking up at her with starry eyes because she has a satisfied smirk on her face

“I didn’t knew you had a soft spot for me Poppy but a girl can take a break” I wink at her and she rolls her eyes at me..how adorable I always loved when she did that

“If you are my rival you better look good” she casually says and why did I get turned on suddenly? I realise how close she is and how her breasts are pressed against mine. Damn it stop being so horny! But how can I not? Her perfectly glossed lips, her beautiful silk blonde hair..her soft hands working on my face..it’s almost too much

“Bea for the last time do you want champagne? Sorry she apparently has a hearing problem” Poppy says to the flight attendant and I roll my eyes nodding

“I thought after you asked me out you would stop bullying me” I stick my tongue out and I can see a small smile playing on her lips

“Well tell me what got you all parched” she hands me the champagne flute and gives me a smile I could never resist

“That’s for you to find out Min-Sinclair, in the meantime I want to focus to you” I place my hand on her thigh ever so flirty and she lets a small gasp escape her lips

“Careful what you wish for Bea..I don’t play nice, you should be the only one who knows that”

And she is right..if I close my eyes I can pin point the exact moments she tried to ruin me, but on the other side i can almost feel all the times she made me feel like no one ever did before

“Well? Are we playing dirty?” She locks eyes with me and I settle my champagne down.

Her eyes never leaving mine she watches me flip my hair back seductively

“I feel so worked up Poppy..maybe you can help me” this phrase reminded me of that time we fought for the crown..how we had a cat fight in the fountain..how much I wanted her

“I feel so worked up Poppy” it’s the only words that escape my lips “maybe you can help me unwind” are you kidding me? You literally slapped her, dragged her across the fountain and ruined her manicure and that’s what you are going to say?

Interestingly enough she doesn’t look angry anymore..I can feel her heat radiating off her body and she slams me against the fountain, water splashes everywhere as her tongue goes playfully in my mouth and all I can feel is her

I blink a few times trying to cool down and she knows what kind of effect she has on me because she smirks and gets back on her seat. Sigh she is not someone to play with I learnt that from the first time she approached me

Our plane finally lands and a private car was waiting for us to take us back to the house.

I didn’t expect anything less..the car pulls up to a gate and when they open I can see a beautiful house and palm trees everywhere decorating the big garden

The car finally stops and Poppy hurries to open my door. I step out and I try my best not to gasp

“You can gasp Farmsville this is far from the land you grew up on” she winks at me and I roll my eyes

We walk inside and the house is beautiful as expected but what catches my eye is the big window where you can see the beach, the waves the sunset

“This is where I came when you humiliated me in front of all my father’s clients and the whole school” she casually says but a pinch of guilt fills my heart, it wasn’t my proudest moment

I hold the award in my hands and I can’t believe I finally beat Poppy Min-Sin bitch at her own little game. She stormed out after I humiliated her and her parents but why do I feel guilty? Isn’t that what I planned for since I first got here?

“Make a speech make a speech make a speech” everyone is chanting and I finally feel the weight of the award in my hand..the weight of what I just did to Poppy

I hold her tight, a small tear escaped my eye but she just smiles at me giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead “Don’t be sad..remind me to punish you later for that night”

I laugh and I wipe my tears getting my attention back to the window. The waves perfectly collide with the sand and I get the perfect idea

“Let’s go to the beach I am dying to watch the sunset with you” is it my idea or did my proposition made her nervous? She quickly recovers and offers me a smile. Sure she says and she leads me to the coast

She holds my hand tight and for a moment everything looks perfect. The sun is going down and the deep orange colour blends beautifully with the blue sky..the birds fly freely in the air and Poppy looks more than gorgeous under the sunset

I must have been daydreaming for a moment because when I regain my focus Poppy is down on one knee. Excuse me!?

“I get my dress dirty for this so you better say yes” she takes a deep breath and continues

“Since the moment that I met you you have been nothing but a challenge for me, even in the beginning you didn’t know how to dress”

I roll my eyes but I can start feel the tears forming in my eyes, I can’t believe this is happening

“I didn’t even bat an eye at you but you decided to make my life a living hell and I promised to make yours even worse”

“I fell for you since you first kissed me but then I heard that hog calling video and I wanted to go deaf” she chuckles

“I didn’t imagine I could feel this way but you proved to be a worthy opponent and someone who kept me always on my toes..when I found out of your affair with Kingsley I should have used it and destroy you but it only made me more sad”

Now my tears run freely like a waterfall but she is quick to wipe them for me..I didn’t realise I fell to my knees to her eye level..holding her hand so tight

“And since then I knew I didn’t want to be with anyone but you..someone who always challenges me and changes me for the better so that only leaves me with one question”

I gasp when she reaches and opens a small velvet box revealing the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen

“Bea Hughes will you marry me?”

I immediately scream yes and she struggles to put the ring on fast enough, we are already covered in sand kissing each other like there is no tomorrow

“I can’t believe you proposed!!” I scream happily and I am not the only one cheering because when I turn around I watch all our friends and family smiling at us “No you didn’t!!”

Zoey hugs me first spectating on my beautiful ring and then comes my parents which I am surprised Poppy flew from Farmsvile.

“From a farm girl to your fiancé how are you feeling?” I smile at her and she simply roll her eyes at me

“Don’t make me regret proposing Hughes”

And that’s how our story ended..watching the sunset with my fiancé gasp! From enemies to lovers and from lovers to newly weds..who knew the two hot rivals from Belvoire could ever end like this? I bet the T would love an inside story about our wedding..I am just kidding..or am I?

Kisses, the T

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

I love how Queen B initially kinda makes you believe that Bea's job is to take over the campus & become a benevolent ruler all so they can save the entire school body from the tyrannical rule of Satan. Except actually Bea is also Satan but with better people management skills

and then after spending two years trying to publicly murder each other the two tyrants kiss over the burning bodies of the school populace

[katking0943]

The day I learn how to make my fan fictions look all pretty with headers and shii on this app… ITS OVER FOR YOU BITCHES.

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And I gotta learn how to write good fan fiction but THEN it’s OVER FOR YOU BITCHESSSS….

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Until then. Have this. OC drawn by @iatnen

[medxxx]

“I see you and Poppy are always together. You must like beasts… Or Poppy, I suppose.”

[muzzzzle]

🌿 Ivy & Poppy 🌺 | f!MC/Poppy Sweeting Hufflefluff

Tags: Fluff, Romance, (Eventual) Christmas Fluff ao3: here

Chapter 1. Poppy

Poppy Sweeting, desperate not to make a sound, was creeping down the spiral stone staircase to the Hufflepuff common room, looking around cautiously. It was well past the time of curfew and she had to be careful not to be seen by the Prefects or ghosts. Though if the Fat Friar, the resident ghost of her House, got in her way, she could easily find her way around the good-natured non-being. Especially if he heard why she had to leave the castle after the lights out — on a night so brightly lit by the moon, the chances of seeing a real mooncalves’ dance were greatly increased. Even though her "hunt" had not been fruitful, Sweeting was quite pleased that she had got a chance to walk through the October forest, breathing in the fresh, already quite cold air. The mooncalves showed themselves only briefly, and, flashing their huge eyes, disappeared from the clearing. 

Even at this hour, the castle refused to sleep — rustles and sounds were coming from everywhere: the muttering of talking portraits, the grunting of enchanted armor, and… the deafening clinking of pots in the kitchen. Poppy instantly rushed to the still-life frame and, with an impatient wave of her wand, froze at the entrance to the house elves' abode with a fluttering heart. The little workers were usually asleep in their barrel houses at night — perhaps the elf on duty had failed to handle a huge pot and turned the contents on themselves — Sweeting always felt sorry for the school helpers, and at any moment was ready to rush selflessly to their aid. The painted pear, having been tickled enough, at last, deigned to let the girl in. 

To her surprise, the elves were only sleepily rubbing their eyelids covering huge eyes, peering out of their ‘rooms’, and turning their heads in confusion — no sharp ears were sticking out under any of the exorbitantly large dishes. Taking a suspicious glance around the kitchen, the Hufflepuff made sure that no living creatures were in danger, and was about to leave, shrugging her shoulders, when in the semi-darkness of the dungeon she saw a barely perceptible ripple in space, the next second being unceremoniously grabbed by the elbow and dragged out of the kitchens.

“Aah!”

“Shh! Quiet, Poppy, it's me!” a hot whisper burned her ear and sent shivers down her spine. “Let's get out of here!”

Sweeting was so confused that she just let herself be dragged away and only looked up when, together with the mysterious intruder, they dived into the shadow of the staircase, at the base of which the stone "roots" were sprawling. A moment later, right before her eyes, a voluminous ripple turned into the face of her new classmate, an American, a bit odd and, as it seemed to the magical creatures lover, a little crazy Brown.

“Ivy!” Poppy exhaled, suddenly realizing their faces were very close — she could feel the girl's hot breath on her flushed cheeks again. “What happened, I heard loud noises!”

Pale straw-colored, unruly curls scattered across her classmate's face, her green eyes glinting mischievously as they reflected the fires of the braziers. Sweeting hid her gaze in embarrassment and took a step back, her eyes fixed on Brown's hands, desperately clutching several pies, which had quite obviously been in the kitchen until recently, to her heart. 

“I missed dinner, so I wanted to replenish my strength a little," Ivy's hungry eyes glittered again, her head jerking up sharply as she thought she saw a shadow flutter by the stairs. When she realized it was just the glow from the flames of the braziers, she exhaled and held out one of the pies to Poppy. “Want one?”

Sweeting followed the movement of her hand, looked up again at the wide-open green eyes, and laughed good-naturedly. 

“Ivy, you know you can just come into the kitchen anytime, the elves are always happy to feed the students!” Poppy said, watching her reaction with interest, forgetting that she had been afraid to breathe too loudly just a few minutes ago.

The punishment for her carelessness came almost immediately — someone, reacting to her too loud laughter, was hurrying down the stairs. Poppy fumbled, not knowing where to put herself, while her newly found companion, not embarrassed in the slightest, snatched up her wand and, with a meaningful glance at Sweeting, cast the Disillusionment Charm on herself again. Footsteps sounded very close by, and the hesitant Hufflepuff hadn't even had time to reach for her wand before Ivy grabbed her elbow again and pulled them both towards the baskets near the wall, into the darkest corner under the stairs, and pressed herself tightly against Poppy, casting the spell on her as well. Sweeting held her breath, heart pounding madly, as she tried to raise her eyes to the person coming down — if it was a teacher, no good was coming for them. The kitchen may not have been the Restricted Section, but loitering outside the dorm after lights out was still not part of the unspoken school rules. Brown smelled of moss and leaves, and faintly of cinnamon. Her uncontrollable curls tickled Sweeting's cheek and neck, and her body was hot, causing Poppy to press herself harder against the cold masonry wall. Footsteps echoed in the stone above them, and then, lighting his way with the wand,  down the stairs came the Hufflepuff Prefect, a sixth-year whom even the freshmen weren't particularly afraid of, and walked further, towards their common room. There was a distinctive tapping on the wooden surface and the sound of boards parting as he entered the dormitory. Ivy, still pressed tightly against her classmate, exhaled noisily and pulled back, lifting the spell and smiling contentedly.

“All clear, Poppy, you can come out now!” she announced cheerfully, scrutinizing the pies for damage. When none was found, Brown, visibly relieved, dusted one off and stuffed it in her mouth, holding the other out to the classmate again. “Sho, do you wanch one?”

Sweeting wanted to refuse, but her stomach rumbled treacherously at the smell of freshly baked goods. She took a small bite of the treat and thanked Ivy crudely, glancing anxiously towards the corridor where the Prefect had gone.

“Do you think he's still in the common room?” After chewing the dough, she asked in a whisper.

“Could be," Brown, who had already destroyed all the edible evidence of her late-night raid on the kitchen, shrugged. “Do you think we should wait?”

“Just to be on the safe side," Poppy smiled awkwardly, crumpling the unfortunate bakery product with her fingers. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable chewing in front of Ivy. “Shall we wait here?”

The new fifth-year was still inexplicably confusing her. Ever since the first day when she walked into the Great Hall with Professor Fig, panting and flushed, eyes wide with interest, Sweeting had heard classmates whispering about her, each time coming up with new and more improbable theories. The next morning Poppy had rushed off early to check on Highwing, so she didn't even get a chance to introduce herself to the new girl, who was also sorted into her House. For a long time, Sweeting glanced at her, trying to think of an excuse to approach and talk, but each time she only felt more awkward, as if she were trying to impose herself. 

Ivy Brown had been the talk of the school, and for a long time the students had been whispering about the dragon attack on her and the professor, the troll in Hogsmeade, the fact that the new girl had Fig's unconditional protection, that she and Sallow were having an affair, and the American was actually an exchange student from Ilvermorny, and many, many other rumors that made Sweeting even more embarrassed to have a conversation with the blonde. She spoke with the same accent as many of her parents' “business associates” she'd heard as a child – poaching was booming in America even on a larger scale than in her native Britain, and many a dapper cowboy had had a hand in shipping thousands of innocent creatures across the ocean. 

But Brown was unlike any of them. At their very first conversation in the class on the Care of Magical Creatures, she stood up for Persephone with such belligerence that Poppy, elated by their acquaintance and the fact that the new girl liked beasts as much as she did, had gone so far as to introduce her to Highwing. Ivy laughed ringingly and loudly, scaring away all the birds in the forest, but it was as if the magical creatures had a special affection for her and accepted her easily – the shy Hufflepuff could only envy her. 

There seemed to be an air of mystery around the new girl, something about her that was inexplicably intriguing and mesmerising, and so, Sweeting often caught herself staring at her curly head in the corridors and class. 

“Why don't we go outside?” Ivy suggested, interrupting her train of thought. “It's such a bright moonlit night, and I know just the place with the best view of Black Lake!”

Poppy stared at the pie in her hand again, embarrassed. The whisper of a fellow student sounded so light and easy, no wonder she could make new friends in such a short time. The prospect of going out at night in Brown's company seemed like an amazing adventure, and the mere thought of it made her tiredness go away. Before she could even open her mouth to agree, Ivy suddenly ran her thumb across Poppy’s cheek, at the corner of her lips, causing the Hufflepuff to stiffen in surprise.

“You have crumbs near your mouth,” the blonde explained nonchalantly while heading for the stairs. “Don't worry, it’ll be a piece of cake, a quick one in and out!”

Sweeting nodded, embarrassed, and followed her, trying to calm her pounding heart and still clutching the unfortunate pie.

***

“Do you know about the meadow with the mooncalves?”  Poppy's brown eyes widened in surprise, as she was subtly admiring the way the cold moonlight illuminated her classmate’s fluffy curls. 

“Yes, I've been there," Ivy replied, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction, and she stared into the distance again, at the impenetrable surface of the Black Lake. 

Brown led them to the viaduct bridge, and with a sly smile, she began to descend to the base of the structure, sitting comfortably on the wooden beams and leaning her back against them. Sweeting looked at the flimsy–looking bridge and was horrified, but looking at how easily and spontaneously the new girl climbed it – probably not for the first time - she pulled herself together, and, carefully stepping on the protruding stones, sat down next to her, clinging to the column. The view from here was truly amazing.

They sat and chatted as if they had known each other for many years, and Poppy was surprised at herself. She peppered Brown with questions, and Ivy answered willingly, sometimes laughing out loud and making Sweeting's heart drop, forgetting that her feet were hanging over a huge waterfall, under the raging gusts of which, most likely, there were sharp rocks. The blonde said that she had lived with her parents in Colorado until she was fourteen, and when they got divorced, she went to her mother’s homeland, Ireland, where Professor Fig found her. 

"You're so good at Disillusionment spells, did Professor Fig teach you that?" 

"No, Sebastian," Ivy replied thoughtfully, her face instantly changing. – Useful stuff.

For some reason, hearing a classmate say Sallow's name made Poppy's stomach clench. Instantly, she remembered the rumors, richly seasoned with all sorts of indecent details. But rumors don't start because of nothing, do they? Maybe she should just ask – Brown didn't seem to mind talking about herself at all.

“You and Sebastian are very close, aren't you?” Hufflepuff asked cautiously, stealing a glance at the blonde's expression.

“What do you mean, close?” Ivy turned her head so quickly to the girl, looking straight into her eyes disarmingly, that Poppy almost fell off the beam and blushed. "We're just friends."

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …embarrass you," she said, stuttering, but it was Sweeting herself who was embarrassed, and she was very bad at hiding it. “You just spend so much time together, and you are very beautiful… I mean, I wanted to say…”

Brown, with interest and even some pleasure, watched her classmate turn scarlet and suffocate, not knowing how to block out the phrase she said, and dragging herself into a dead-end even more. Ivy smiled broadly.

“Thanks, Poppy," the blonde finally replied, saving the poppy–red girl from an awkward pause. "It's okay that you asked. But Sebastian is not my type.”

Sweeting, despite the biting gusts of wind, felt the heat drain from her face and radiate with a pleasant warmth throughout her body. After sitting for a couple more minutes, the girls decided it was time to return. Sneaking back without incident, they went into the common living room together and were about to leave for their respective rooms when the blonde tossed her head again, making her curls bounce to the beat, and called out to her classmate.

"You're very beautiful too, Poppy!" A loud whisper carried up to the stained glass ceiling, through which the fragmented moonlight fell on the living room. Sweeting felt the warmth spreading through her body for the umpteenth time that night. “Good night!”

"Good night, Ivy!" She muttered a barely audible reply and disappeared through the round door. 

That night she dreamed of a house covered with thick green ivy.

***

In the early days of late October, Poppy woke up in an incredible mood, got ready for classes much more carefully than usual, and melted into a huge smile whenever she saw Brown and caught her eye.  Lenora Everleigh, Poppy's overly straightforward roommate, noticed as if a couple of times the magical creature lover was looking for someone in the crowd longingly and was quick to make a sharp joke that Sweeting seemed to have finally fallen in love with someone who does not have a tail. Poppy blushed deeply but laughed it off, and for a long time, she pondered over the words of her classmate. Lenora almost immediately rushed off to share her thoughts with Adelaide, but Poppy didn't care about the rumors. In five years, she had earned a reputation as someone only interested in animals and magical creatures, and the Hufflepuff was quite satisfied with it. 

One early November morning, when the fallen leaves were already covered with light patterns of frost, Sweeting was all in her thoughts going to check on Highwing. She hadn't visited her in several days and berated herself for not paying attention – lately she'd been thinking much less about magical creatures than about the pale straw-colored shock of curly hair flashing here and there. Lenora's words haunted her every thought like a looming ghost. Has she fallen in love? Poppy had never thought about the fact that she liked someone more than a friend. The girls from her House were discussing boys constantly and often used cards for the fortune-telling right in their common room, laughing loudly and interpreting the signs the way they would like. Sweeting joined them several times, but she would only get Queens, and the classmates sighed in disappointment. Is it possible to fall in love with a girl?

Lost in her thoughts, Poppy stopped in her tracks. A crafty squint of green eyes surfaced in his mind. Falling in love or not, the Hufflepuff couldn't deny that the new American girl aroused in her completely unfriendly feelings and thoughts. Since childhood, Sweeting has learned to ask herself questions and answer them honestly. That's why she ran away from her parents with Highwing back then. That was why she was willing to admit that she cared about Ivy.

Remembering why she was getting outside the castle, Poppy picked up her pace and exhaled a cloud of steam, wrapping herself more tightly in a wide yellow scarf. The sky was just turning into lighter shades – classes would start very soon. Rushing to her usual location, Poppy whistled loudly, expecting to hear the flapping of huge wings. But three minutes, five minutes passed, and there was still no familiar piercing scream. Maybe Highwing was offended that her stupid savior hadn't appeared for several days? Sweeting put her fingers to her lips over and over, but the hippogriff was nowhere to be found. A cold dawn was already breaking on the horizon behind the castle–it was time to return to class. The Hufflepuff scolded herself. She was so caught up in stupid thoughts that she couldn't keep an eye on her old friend. Like the rays of the transparent sun emerging from behind the dense edge of the forest and the sharp peaks of the mountains, an inexplicable anxiety arose inside.

Something happened to Highwing.

For several days, Poppy couldn't find a place for herself, having already explored all the surroundings of the castle and even the Forbidden Forest. She stumbled upon the dens of other hippogriffs, and, not finding Highwing in any of them, assumed the worst. The poachers had finally caught her. Sweeting remembered her parents and her mind went into an unpleasant spasm. As much as she wanted nothing to do with them, Poppy just couldn't erase them from her memory. 

But perhaps it was precisely because she was too well aware of what poachers were capable of, the Hufflepuff was not going to sit in the castle while her dear creature was being tortured for a pair of feathers. Sweeting was just about to get out of the castle when Natty rushed past her, out of breath, braked sharply at the sight of her, and began to explain haltingly what had just happened.

"Where's Highwing?"  Poppy immediately asked, grabbing Onai by the sleeve of her robe, after learning something about poachers, the hippogriff, and Brown's involvement in all this. "Is she safe?"

“Ivy said she knows a safe place where poachers will never get to her," the Gryffindor reassured her, regaining her breath, and muttering something about Harlow and Officer Singer, she sped off in an unknown direction.

Sweeting watched her go and leaned against a cold pillar. Her heart was pounding, even though everything was fine. If Highwing was really with Ivy, then it was absolutely necessary to find Brown and ask her about everything. Poppy took off and raced into their shared common room, ready to bang on the round door of her bedroom, but stopped herself. Judging by Natty's appearance, they had to go through a lot – for sure, if Ivy had already returned, she just collapsed on the bed. Forcing herself to step back, Sweeting ran her palm over her flushed face. She took another look at the idle door, sighed, and was about to go to her room when she heard a familiar wooden knock – someone had entered Hufflepuff's common room. Brown's blonde head appeared below, almost merging with the yellow carpet, she wearily trudged through the rounded hall, slowly shifting her legs. Poppy immediately rushed over to her, anxiously peering into her face.

"Merlin, Ivy, are you okay? I saw Natty, she said that you saved Highwing from the poachers!” green misty eyes found the source of the noise and the American smiled tiredly.

“Don't worry, Poppy, the poachers can't get to her now," she replied mysteriously and, glancing at the girl's flushed face, suddenly stretched out her palm to her face, thoughtfully tucking Sweeting's stray dark curl behind her ear, completely taking her breath away. "I promise."

Brown's fingertips touched the reddened ear of a classmate for a few seconds and, muttering something about stupid stairs, she continued to climb to her room, leaving the girl dumbfounded in the middle of the empty common room.

The door closed softly behind the new girl with a soft thud. 

Poppy Sweeting had long learned not to lie to herself.

She fell in love with Ivy Brown. *** Thanks for reading! Next chapter =>

[gyattoru]

the apparition (prologue) - hogwarts legacy fic (s.s)

title inspired on the apparition, by sleep token

summary: An old family friend arrives on the Villin household with strange but intriguing news, and an undoubtly helpful preposition for the 15 year old set of twins whom hold something ancient and unknown within them.

cw: 1.2K words, hogwarts legacy fanfiction, female MC, sebastian sallow x female!MC, poppy sweeting x male!MC, muggle raised MCs, eventual pining & romance, eventual fluff & angst, minimal lore alterations, dialogue alterations, added events, sebastian sallow x seer!MC, will definitely add more as the chapters go on.

a/n: ahhh I honestly can't believe I'm posting this (after revising it three solid times, having second thoughts and realizing it’s super long), this has been in my drafts since I finished the game, writing the prologue (and half of the first chapter 🤫) has been so fun up until now and I really, REALLY hope you enjoy this, and my silly OCs.

-xxx, lola <3.

masterlist

ELLISE.

A dream, the same one as always.

A roar of an animal, falling, nausea, abandoned ruins, white flashes of light.

A snake, a brunette, a mysterious task, four portraits, a cure for an illness, bright red, pain.

Brown eyes, they feel like home, now they’re melancholic, a sadness which is hidden behind books and wittiness, something dark, corruption.

An owl, a tomb, a green explosion, regret.

An important fight, the fate of the world, death.

Light summer rain tapped on the window as I awoke with a start, rubbing my temples and gazing over to the bed on the other side of the room. My brother, Aiden, was still asleep whilst the low light that got through the curtains reflected softly off his freckled features and silvery hair, he snored lightly.

As I pushed my heavy cotton quilt over to the side, muffled conversations could be heard coming from the other side of the door - intriguing - people rarely visited us, a widowed woman with twins to raise alone, townsfolk saw it as bad omen, or just sheer misfortune.

Haste fully, I changed my clothes and brushed my disheveled silver tresses, pining half of them up in an acceptable updo. I creaked the door open, careful not to disrupt the chattery voices nor wake brother from his slumber and walked over to the top of the stairs.

“Jasmine tea! One of my favorite blends, thank you for your hospitality, Abigail." An unknown voice echoed through the halls of the Villin home, mother chuckled softly.

"Don't mention it, Fig. You were Rick’s friend, that makes you a friend of mine." Rick. Richard Villin, this mysterious man was father’s friend?

I never knew much about our father, he died when I and brother were really young, mother refrained from talking about him, it never seemed as if she didn’t want to, it felt like she couldn’t.

“Eavesdropping again, Leesie?” I snap my head back at the bedroom door, squealing softly “You know mom doesn’t like it when you do that.”

“Bloody hell, Aiden! And you need to stop creeping up on people.” I hiss at him.

“That’s not polite for a lady, Leesie.”

“I’m glad you’re both dressed and awake!” We freeze, both our mouths clamping shut “We have a visitor, and he’s here to see you two.”

The tread down the flight of stairs was rather awkward for us, our mother right behind our tracks ushering us forward to meet the mysterious man. He was sat on the kitchen table, nestling a tea cup between his hands. His gaze quickly flicked towards us and he swiftly got up from his chair.

“Ah! I’m glad you’re both here at last, pleasure to meet you.” He gave us a soft smile while shaking both our hands “I’m Eleazar Fig, I was an old friend of your father’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Fig.” Aiden answers on our behalf and I nod in acknowledgement.

“Fig is here to talk to you both about important matters, I’ll be taking care of the chores in the kitchen to give you some privacy.” Mother walks over to the archway opposite to the table “Make sure to show him hospitality, and tell him about last week’s event.” She reprimanded softly as Aiden gulped, I chuckle.

Both of us sit down at the table, Fig sitting opposite to us, he clears his throat. “Last week’s event?” He arches an eyebrow, Aiden looked away from him, a rather embarrassed expression plastered on his face.

“Well Aiden was quarreling with the Jones’ boy, they live just down the street from here.” I confess and signal with a hand “And when me and mom got there he was staring him down while the poor kid floated, we still have no idea how that happened.”

“Well, you’re both wizards! That’s why.” Fig said, baffled at the confusion instantly plastered in our faces “Although, rather late bloomers if you were to ask me.”

My eyes shot out as big as dinner plates, Aiden just laughed at the man’s face, much to their mother’s distaste “For God’s sake! Wizards? You can’t be earnest sir.”

“Your mother didn’t tell you anything?” Eleazar asks “After all, I came to deliver your acceptance letters from Hogwarts.”

“I don’t mean to be rude sir.” I state “But what even is a ‘Hogwarts’?”

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it’s where you’re both supposed to study next term.” Fig explained calmly “Usually wizarding children show magic at one and ten, but you’ve only showed signs of witchcraft this year, so you’re both quite late bloomers.”

Is this why both of them didn’t fit in with the other kids in their borough? I could only wonder. I’ve always known something was different about us, but could never figure out what exactly it was. Sure, an unknown man telling me and Aiden that we possessed “magical abilities” was nothing far from odd.

“You said children show magic at one and ten?” I ask, the man nods “Wouldn’t that mean we’re rather far behind in- Well this sounds weird, magical studies?”

“Leesie, you’re actually taking this seriously!?” Aiden questions, rather harshly for my liking.

“Well Aiden, it’s not my fault as if it seemed you made the Jones’ kid float around and about!” I snap at him.

“Stop arguing!” Mom’s head pops out of the archway as she reprimands the both of us.

Aiden frowns and looks away from me as I look at my lap and fidget with my hands. Fig takes the opportunity to slide two letters over the table and towards us.

“Those are your acceptance letters from Hogwarts, you better skim them over.” He comments “And yes Ellise, you’re quite behind other kids your age, but that’s why I’m here too. Magic outside school is strictly forbidden for underage wizards, but the Ministry asked me to come teach you the basics and escort you both to school for the beginning of term.”

“So we have a month to catch up on what?” Aiden scoffs “Four years worth of knowledge?”

“Precisely.” Fig grins “Although, you’ll have to use the second hand wands that were lended to me, let’s hope that won’t be an issue.”

“When do we start?” I exclaim. In other circumstances I would’ve found my impulsive question quite rude, but in this moment I don’t bother with hiding my bubbling excitement. Aiden can’t help but still look apprehensive as he skimmed over his now opened letter.

“We can start today if you’d like.” Fig can’t manage to hide his matching excitement, I can easily tell he looks forward to teaching “Well, if your mother wouldn’t mind it, that is.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure she wouldn’t mind a day of freedom from our bickering.” Aiden states, lightly shouldering me. I give him a soft smile in return.

We surely had a busy summer ahead of us, I couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in my chest.

I was looking forward to this new reality.

a/n: ah yes, the famous “post and run”🏃‍♀️

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[sparring-hyena]

gorgeous.

based on this post i made recently because i have zero chill.

OR, the one where they meet again years later and maybe hate isn’t what we think it is.

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Poppy hates her immediately. again.

a loud laugh rips through the ball room, slides seamlessly between mingling guests and gentle music. Poppy's attention snaps away from her parents' friend's cousin's son who's droning on about rowing and his private equity firm and about how it was oh so lovely to summer in Florence this year.

Poppy sips her drink, makes an effort to not roll her eyes, and tries to focus back on what... Angus or Anthony (something with an A, she thinks) had been saying.

and then there's the laugh again--loud and alive and unapologetic. no one else seems bothered by it. no one else even bats an eye at the disruption.

Poppy cranes her head to look around the ballroom now, fully forgetting about Arthur or Andrew and everything he had been saying. and then she sees her.

her in the dark dress shimmering in the light like the goddamn inky black midnight sky. her with the toned arms and long fingers holding gently onto a flute of champagne. Poppy's eyes dip to the slit in her dress that runs dangerously high up her thigh. up, up, up and then--

Poppy sees her face.

and she thinks no, it can't be.

and the universe hums and says oh, yes, it can be.

she flips her hair over her shoulder and for one glorious second, the world around them stops, they share a quiet smile that hides years of unsaid truths, and Poppy thinks that maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to get out of this unscathed.

then the world roars back into focus, she is smirking now, and Adam or Alexander is gently touching her arm and asking if she's alright.

"sorry, what was that?" Poppy says, blinking it all away and trying not to think about her racing heart.

"i was asking if you wanted to go for a walk," he says, "my place isn't too far from here."

"oh, uh, no, thank you." Poppy tips back the rest of her drink, leaves the empty glass on the table, and ventures deeper into the ballroom, hoping that she can get lost for the next few hours.

she grabs another flute of champagne from a passing waiter, takes one long sip, and decides that it's too claustrophobic inside. she can feel a warmth in her cheeks and a tingling itchiness beneath her skin.

she steps out into a small outdoor area, where the sounds of the party are muffled by the thick stone walls. Poppy decides that she will give herself one minute. one minute to breathe and freak out and curse out whatever force of the universe thought that this would be funny. one minute to do all of that and then pack it up and go back inside with her head held high as she braces for an assault of questions from her parents about why she screwed up yet another perfect and ideal match.

god forbid she be a person and not some status symbol for her parents.

Poppy's just about to go back inside, just about to pack it all back in, when she turns around and comes face to face with her--AJ Hughes.

"i thought i saw you across the room," AJ says as she reaches out to gently push a loose piece of hair behind Poppy's ear.

Poppy flinches away from the touch.

"ouch, really?"

"what do you want?"

AJ shrugs and actually has the audacity to look shy or nervous or unsure. Poppy has never hated anything the way that she hates that.

"i just thought..." AJ starts.

"thought what? that you'd walk back into my life after six years and try make a mess of it again? i am the best i have ever been and i don't need you dragging me down to your level. so if you don't mind--" Poppy pushes past AJ and at the last possible second, AJ reaches for Poppy's hand.

there's barely any contact. AJ's fingers barely touch her hand, but it's enough to make Poppy stop and look back at her. it's enough to send a spark of energy coursing through her veins and setting her nerve endings alight.

Poppy snaps her hand back. she doesn't say anything, can't say anything because the shock of it all renders her brain to mush and has her heart beat thundering in her chest.

she makes her escape quickly after that. doesn't say anything to AJ as she leaves her alone outside. doesn't even bother to say anything to her parents--she'll take the verbal lashing tomorrow when she wakes up hours after them and they accuse her of all sorts of things.

the outside air is cool against her flushed cheeks; reminds her that summer is well and truly over and that fall is setting in.

Poppy hails a cab and deeply exhales when she falls back against the seat. she decides that tonight was a one time thing. a one time lapse in judgement where she let her guard down and AJ caught her. it doesn't even matter really, because she won't ever have to see AJ again.

another six years will fall away, and then six more after that, and again and again, until she's so far removed from the life she's living now, that the name AJ Hughes will be the echo of a memory.

it's barely six weeks before Poppy's mingling and dancing and drinking at another gala that her parents have dragged her too. this one's to raise money for sick kids so she feels less bad about being here, but still wishes her parents would leave her alone for just one night and not try to set her up with someone.

she dodges another invite home, is always firm yet polite about how she does that, because her parents would never let her hear the end of it if someone took offence to something that she said or did, and she's on thin ice as it is with them. has been for years in fact, and can't quite seem to mend what was broken.

sometimes just as she's about to fall asleep, when she can blame it all on a sleep-fogged brain, she thinks about what her life could have been like had she just done something different. had she stood up to her parents all those years ago. had she stopped pretending that any of it made her happy. had she just accepted what AJ had been so willing to give her.

that last one always comes right at the end, right as she's about to fall off into sleep. and sometimes those what ifs bleed into her dreams and leave an ache in her chest when she wakes again.

Poppy moves easily between the other guests and even plucks another flute of champagne from a passing waiter. and just as she turns back around, Poppy sees AJ across the room. again.

and after a second that stretches on for way too long, where Poppy's heart beats dangerously in her chest for something that she refuses to acknowledges even exists, AJ returns to her conversation as though her entire world hasn't been shifted. as though Poppy's the only one experiencing this.

Poppy huffs. fine. ignore her then.

ignore ignore ignore. Poppy can do that.

the nights and galas and events carry on after that, bleeding and muddling together. sometimes there are sit down dinners, and sometimes--rarely--Poppy and AJ are seated next to each other and have to both play like civil acquaintances in front of everyone else at their table.

mostly though--mostly--Poppy doesn't entertain a single thought of AJ. although sometimes she wonders if by not thinking about her at all, it actually counts as thinking of her. that just winds up frustrating herself more and she reaches for more champagne from passing waiters.

and then some time at the end of winter, when the snow is slush and the sky has a hazy grey tint, Poppy makes a mistake. she's alone with AJ. although not alone alone. they're on a packed elevator, pressed shoulder to shoulder in the back.

AJ keeps one arm folded over her chest at first, tries her best to keep some space between them, but it's all so pointless because Poppy can still feel every minute movement from AJ.

so they aren't alone, but it sure feels like they could be, because for all her efforts, all Poppy can think about is the way that their arms press together.

and then--then then then--AJ moves her arm from across her chest down beside Poppy's own arm.

Poppy doesn't move, doesn't dare breathe or look at AJ.

AJ brushes her fingers against Poppy's, and then Poppy does something regretful. she forgets where they are and what they are and-- everything. she forgets it all and holds AJ's fingers in her own. holds on so tightly and desperately wishes for the elevator to slow or stop altogether.

she feels warm all over and wonders where it all went so wrong.

and then the elevator stops, dings, and the doors slide open.

Poppy releases AJ's hand and follows everyone else off. but AJ stays with her back against the elevator for a moment, and Poppy allows herself one more moment of weakness to look back.

Poppy wonders how the doors haven't closed yet. thinks that maybe this is the universe again trying do something-- nice or cruel? she's not too sure.

"we could be happy," AJ whispers, not that she needs to, there's no one else around.

and her words stab into Poppy's heart and twist and dig and burrow in so deep she doubts she's ever be able to get them out.

everything around her slows for a moment. Poppy can see the doors beginning to close, can see that AJ's not going to get out, can see this moment slipping away. can see all the other moments from years ago and years from now playing out in a montage in her mind, all slipping away.

and she wonders why why why it all has to be so stupid and messy and complicated and-- she steps into the elevator just as the doors shut firmly behind her. and in that same breathless second, AJ bounces off the wall, meets her halfway, and drags her into a perfect kiss.

she hates herself a little for refusing this, for spending so many years unhappy. because if what she feels right now with her hands in AJ's hair, and AJ's on her waist, and their lips locked together, is any indication of what she'll feel tomorrow and next week and years from now--

"promise me," AJ says, breathing the words against Poppy's lips. "promise me that we'll try, because i can't--"

"it'll be hard work."

"i know."

"i'm stubborn and mean."

"i wouldn't want you any other way."

"i promise." Poppy kisses her and then again for good measure. "i've missed you."

"i can't do another six years without you."

"you won't have to."

[jam-the-silly]

An old repost from instagram so it has my old watermark

[jmojellybae]

Yes I’ll still make Boppy content

[runicxraven]

"WHERE DID SHE LEARN THAT-"' he pondered after an incredible night in the RoR..

Poppy was out cold, exhausted, but even in her sleep she had a pleased smirk. Meanwhile Marvin is a mess. His everything is everywhere and he's been aggressively painted purple with hickies. Places no one would be able to see expect little Miss Sweeting 💋

He fiddled his fingers flustered at how she immensely drained him with her performance.

MCs with their ships having such incredible shifts of dominate energy >>>>>>>>>>>> ✨😍 🥹🤝

Art by @/2jihiiro !!! Incredible work I adore how much raw emotion they put in their work!! Check em out ✨🔥

[enoughyi]

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Hi, I'm J, and I write Hogwarts Legacy lesbians.

My OT3: Imelda Reyes x f!MC (Julia Wright) x Poppy Sweeting; but sometimes, I pair any two of them. They're not a love angle, they're a throuple. One day I'll post a bigger work where How They Came To Be will be explored in greater detail; same goes to the current timeline of my fics i.e. 10 Years After HL. Fics here are silly little drabbles, no less, no more. Enjoy!

Themes: Slice of Life ; Established Relationship ; Domestic Fluff

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