#rove swimwear

[amyinnile]

“Well there you go, you know it.” Amy nodded, relating to Mars calling his regrets on replay his best buds. Maybe Amy would call them her greatest enemy instead but it all amounted up to the same feeling of awkwardness and anxiety in the end. She chuckled then, nodding again. “Yeah, those are one of the many amazing things there. You should totally see about visiting.” She suggested casually, whether Mars would seriously consider it or not was totally up to him, either way was fine by her. She outright laughed next, the sound ending with a tiny snort of air through her nose she quickly cleared her throat at and tried to cover up with a wet hand over her mouth for a moment. “Oh yeah, totally, the first time I went. But fool me once…” She shrugged like it was no big deal and now she was casually immune to any scams or dishonest haggling that was happening there. She’d learned her lesson and she was proud of it.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose curiously when the other siren started telling his stories from the travels he’d been on, interested to hear about different experiences this stranger could share. Her deep green eyes slid to the man’s neck when he showed off his very unique and peculiar choice for a tattoo, expertly done despite a theme Amy wouldn’t even remotely consider and this was the only thing that sounded a little incredible to her out of all the amazing things that Marsden claimed to have happened to him while he roved around the world. Perhaps she was a suspicious person by nature or perhaps it was simply her initial reaction to question things she was told, but it was definitely more curiosity than anything else.

“Very cool, I think it fits you. Dark shades, dark hair, dark swimwear and a dark Batman tattoo. So you’ve been to Transylvania recently?”

Mars nodded, understanding exactly what she meant, “Me an’ those moments are best buds. I got a special relationship with my regrets on replay,” the curse of being a highly observant and introspective intellectual that spent far too much time in his head sometimes, thinking and then overthinking in the way one might consider how much milk to add to their bowl of cereal. Was that enough or too much, if he added more cereal would it make it all too dry or if he added more milk would it now get too soggy and leave too much milk behind? The perfect ratio of milk to cereal always seemed an impossible balance to attain, such was the way his thoughts sometimes felt, too soggy or too dry, he’d grown to not be picky and instead get satisfied either way but that didn’t change the consistency of the cereal. 

“Pyramids,” he said when she explained that her chosen place was Egypt. The bulk of his knowledge of the location came from movies and books and a postcard that had been sent to him once, the profile of a camel and blue pyramids in the background of a beige desert. “Seems like a nice place. Never been,” he idly ran his hand dripping with water over the black slicked back strands of his hair, one small section near his forehead bleach dyed blonde, fingers tousling through the wet hair so it wasn’t bunched up because he had a penchant for looking like a drowned weasel in the water with his hair flat against his head. “Heard there’s a bunch o’ scams for camel rides and photographs. Didja fall victim?” Not knowing her profession so naturally assumed she’d only gone for tourism. 

An instantly brilliant catlike smile slowly spread across his features when she asked if he had any stories. “I got a coupla good ones.” Anyone who knew Mars would know that she was now about to be inundated with a grand story but how much of it would be true would never be known, he would, however, tell it with all the confidence in the world that the validity of his tale would be difficult to question. “Can tell ya ‘bout da time I shared a baguette with an French lady after walkin’ up da tour Eiffel, ‘er da time I partied with some random locals during San Fermin in Pamplona, ‘er da time I waited ten hours in a tiny plaza with what felt like fifty ‘er sixty thousand people to watch da Palio di Siena, ‘er when I ate calzones in a vineyard after wakin’ up to some old couple arguin’ don’t ask what about, I don’t speak Italian.”

"'er can tell ya 'bout my tattoo," he angled his head to the side to display the vampire Batman on the side of his neck, black ink appearing darker with the dampness of his skin and because it had been the most recently touched up piece that he had after an unfortunate vampire attack, "Got it in Transylvania cuz fuckin' why not, it's vampire Batman in vamp country, dat shit is iconically ironic."

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Rove Swimwear

[ggidolsmuts]

Doppelganger - Fromis_9 Gyuri, Blackpink Jisoo

"I'm so glad we get to spend a few days here, this resort looks so nice!" Gyuri squeals as she squeezes your arm.

"Babe my fingers are going numb." You whine, making her release her grip only slightly.

"Oh woops, I'm just so looking forward to this!" You find yourself in front of a luxurious island resort, your girlfriend Gyuri clinging on to you happily - the two of you have been looking forward to a trip away from Seoul from the longest time, and this is the first chance your schedules matched and you were able to get out of the city with her. "It's going to be so quiet, we can just chill, and it'll be great!"

"Yup! Come on, let's go and get checked in." With so few travelers the check-in procedure is quick and short, and soon you are waiting in the elevator for a ride up. With a ding the doors open, and you press the button for your floor.

"Hold the door please?" A voice drifts in as the door closes, and you manage to hit the "Open" button in time, keeping the elevator there as a young woman comes running in.

"Sorry sorry, thank you!" She smiles at you, your eyes widening in surprise at her beauty, and one other attribute that you couldn't quite place. "Oh, we're the same floor!" She says cheerily as the door closes. The ride is silent, and you spy Gyuri eyeing the woman up and down, as if unsure at what she's seeing.

"Have a good stay!" The grateful traveler calls out as you enter your rooms, her room a few doors down from yours.

"Whoa." You hear Gyuri say as she places her stuff on the bed.

"What?"

"She looks like me, holy crap." You hear her wonder out loud.

"You're prettier." You say automatically.

"No no I'm serious, the girl in the elevator, you didn't think she looked like me?"

"The hairstyle I guess kinda?"

"I'm telling you, it's like she's a doppelganger!"

"No way."

"Maybe we use the same makeup?" Gyuri sits on the bed and ponders.

"Maybe..." You address her absentmindedly, not really thinking about it.

"Hey pay attention!" She snaps.

"Fine, should we go over there and see if you two look alike? She's a few doors down."

"Oh, that's what you noticed, which room she was in?" Gyuri quips. Crap.

"No I mean-" You stutter, trying to dig yourself out of this hole.

"I'm kidding, but... should we? Would that be weird?"

"Very." You answer. "I didn't get a good look at her at all." She shoots you a withering look. "Really, it's true! Look, maybe we'll run into her later, don't think about it, we're here to have fun right?"

"Fine fine, come on, let's go to the pool." The two of you change into your swimwear - a simple pair of swim shorts for you, and a cute frilly bikini for Gyuri, showing off her flat tummy and toned thighs.

The two of you head to the pool, the place nearly empty save for a few guests lounging and a lifeguard.

"I'm going to take a swim, you want to join?"

"No I'm going to read a book, you have fun." Gyuri waves you off, finding a pool chair to lay on as she pulls a book out of her bag. You do laps around the pool, falling into a rhythm as you just keep going and going. After an hour you hear Gyuri call for you, and when you stop your body finally catches up to your swimming, and with your muscles sore you walk towards her... and someone else? Your eyes widen when you realize it was the girl in the elevator earlier.

"Hey oppa, did you know that Miss Jisoo here stays on the same floor as us?" Gyuri asks you with a wink, grabbing your hand as you walk over to her. "Eww you're all wrinkly."

"Well yeah I just swam." You retort as you take in Jisoo's paradox of a body - slim but a little curvy, her simple black bikini accentuating her thighs and modest chest nicely. "N-nice to meet you." You look up at her, and her resemblance with Gyuri was striking. To your surprise her face turns red, and you notice her gaze roving your body.

"Nice to meet you too..."

"Jisoo is here alone, so I invited her to dinner, will that be okay oppa?" Gyuri asks, pinching you slightly to get your attention. You jerk at the sudden sting, only to see Gyuri smirking at catching you staring. "Will that be okay? Can Jisoo join us for dinner?"

"O-of course!" You hastily reply.

"Great, we'll come find you when we're going for dinner!"

"That's great, I'll see you then!" Jisoo breaks out into a toothy smile before walking away, swaying her hips slightly.

"Like what you see?" Gyuri whispers teasingly in your ear.

"No I-"

"I'm just messing with you, come on, let's get changed for dinner." You and Gyuri head back to your room, and you take your shower first as Gyuri changes out of her bikini. You finish showering and lay down on the bed, getting comfortable as Gyuri goes to freshen up. A little too comfortable, as the soft pillows and warm bed make you feel nice and cozy, your exhausted muscles telling you that you are tired. Your eyelids droop, you feel sleepy...

"Oppa? Oppa?" You hear Gyuri's voice on the edge of your consciousness, the fog of sleep slowly disappearing.

"Hm? Is it time for the dinner? Let's go." You say, trying to get yourself off the bed.

"Jisoo and I already had dinner, you slept through it!" Gyuri says. "You looked so at peace sleeping I decided to leave you here and have a nice dinner date with her."

"Ah I'm sorry..." You smack your hand on your forehead as you look at the time on your phone - well past dinner time. "I hope she didn't mind."

"Oh not at all, we had a good time talking, and the hotel food is actually quite good! Are you hungry? You can get room service." She suggests, but you shake your head.

"No, I'm not that hungry, you should wash up."

"Sure." She pecks you on the cheek and leaves for the washroom as you pull out your phone. Your head is still on the pillow though, and before too long you've dropped the phone on your chest and your mind drops off back to sleep.

You are gently jolted awake when you feel Gyuri's weight join you in bed, pushing her back towards you and letting you spoon her. Your arms wrap naturally around her. "Oppa, are you still awake?"

"Hmm? Yeah..." You answer, your eyelids still heavy. You’re too relaxed to bother opening your eyes.

"What would you do if I have a twin sister?"

"You have a twin sister? How come you never told me?"

"No silly, what if, I don't actually have one."

"Oh, uh... that'll be nice, do you want to be the older or younger twin sister?"

"Older I think, but what would you do?" Gyuri persists.

"Do? Say hi I guess? What do you mean?"

"Do you think she would be prettier than me?"

"You're prettier." You react automatically again.

"Aww thanks." She kisses you before whispering in your ear. "Would you fuck her?"

"What? No, I love you, I would never cheat on you."

Gyuri nibbles on your ear before continuing. "What if I let you... what if I want you to?" Except this time, the voice is coming from behind you.

Your eyes snap open. You look in front, seeing Gyuri in your arms... and then you twist to look behind, where the whisper came from, to see... Gyuri?!

"Whoa what?!" You shout, quickly sitting up and releasing your hug. You quickly rub your eyes, trying to make sure you weren't seeing double. Except you were - they were dressed in different pyjamas, but otherwise your fuzzy sleep-addled brain could barely tell the difference.

"Wow he couldn't tell." One Gyuri said to the other. She continues. "See oppa, we do look alike, and sound alike, you didn't even think it was Jisoo talking to you!"

"J-Jisoo?" You look at the "Gyuri" that you were hugging earlier, and now that the real Gyuri mentioned it, you do notice that it is Jisoo from the pool earlier, her face slightly blushing from your reaction.

"H-hi, sorry about that, she insisted I do that." You look at the two of them, totally confused and a little annoyed at the trick.

"Oppa don't be angry." Gyuri wraps her arms around you. "During dinner I learnt that Jisoo came here alone because she was looking for some “me time” after a bad breakup. But she's awfully lonely, and so I thought we could help her... enjoy her time here." She traces her hand on your chest. "She liked what she saw at the pool, so what do you say?"

You turn to look at your girlfriend, her eyes alight with eagerness. "Are you sure you're okay with that?"

The eagerness turns to mischievous lust. "As long as I get to take part too."

You gulp and nod, feeling yourself stiffen under your shorts. "You can go first then, go fuck yourself." With a delighted smile Gyuri kisses you before going towards Jisoo, the two of them kneeling on the bed in front of you while you scoot further up the bed, giving them space and enjoying the show. The two of them are tentative at first, but Jisoo needily takes the initiative, closing the distance between their cherry red lips and locking them with your girlfriend. Timid hands become more daring, soft moans leaving their locked lips as their inhibitions slowly melt away. A long moan escapes Jisoo when Gyuri runs her hands under Jisoo's top, feeling the older woman's bare skin.

"Ah... so good." Jisoo is already drunk on pleasure, having missed the touch of someone, anyone on her. She leans deeper into the kiss, her fingers rapidly working the buttons of her own pyjamas before going to Gyuri's, leaving both of them topless in front of you. Their bodies were immaculate, breasts petite but perfect for their frames, their tummies flat and toned. Jisoo turns red when Gyuri runs her hands over the flawless skin. She pushes Jisoo onto the bed, one hand diving beneath the lone traveler’s pants.

"Please more!" The instant moan leaving Jisoo lets you know just how hungry she is, and the next few yelps, along with the faint squelching sound coming from between her legs let you know just how good Gyuri is fingering her. "W-wait, I'm-" Jisoo reaches for Gyuri's arm, trying to stop the pressure building in her core, but your girlfriend has other ideas.

"I want to hear you cum, you can cum more later with oppa, but cum for me now!" Under her demands Jisoo releases a long wail, her thighs squeezing Gyuri's arm, her legs trembling and jerking, her orgasm brought about quickly under Gyuri's deft fingers. Gyuri pulls her fingers out of the trembling woman, bringing her slick-coated fingers to your face. "Clean them please." You lick them clean - Jisoo was delicious.

"Turns out, she's sensitive in all the spots I am too oppa... have fun." Gyuri whispers in your ear, but you grab her before she can pull away from you.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask her seriously one last time.

"Yes, she wants this, you want this." She puts her hand on your hard shaft to make her point. She takes your hand and pushes it between her own thighs - she is already wet, practically dripping through the fabric. "And I want this- Ah!" You kiss her roughly, pushing her onto the bed below you.

"Fine, then let me practice on you first while Jisoo recovers." Before Gyuri has a chance to reply, you finish the job Jisoo did earlier and strip her naked. You hook her legs around your arms as you dive head first between her legs. With well-practiced and familiar movements you heighten her arousal, licking and kiss all around her thighs, slowly getting closer to your destination.

"Oppa, d-don't tease!" Gyuri gasps as you plant your kisses right next to her lower lips. You make her cry out when you finally capture one lip with your mouth, gently pulling and licking her sensitive folds. You swipe all around her a few more times before plunging your tongue inside her, feeling her juices leak all over your tongue and drip from your chin. Your arms hold her hips still while her upper body thrashes and arcs up off the bed, biting the sheets to muffle her scream.

"Oppa, oppa, oppa- mmph!" You briefly hear Gyuri’s moans go up in pitch before she is suddenly muffled, and you look up, only to see the back of Jisoo's head, her long hair blocking your view as she sticks her tongue into your girlfriend’s mouth. Your cock throbs when you see the curves of her thighs, Jisoo having already taken off the rest of her clothes while you ate Gyuri out.

Unhappy at your short pause Gyuri's hands go through your hair, trying to push you back down - you get back to work, you and Jisoo plunging your tongues in and out of her quivering body. You drop your hold on Gyuri’s legs, choosing to wander your hands over Jisoo instead. Your hands find her pussy, still dripping wet from her orgasm earlier, and you slowly rub her, making her whimper into the kiss with Gyuri, who seems to be returning Jisoo’s kiss with equal intensity - both of them squirm under your touch.

You gently lick Gyuri's clit, and with something between a scream and a sob her thighs squeeze your head, her legs pushing on you while she arcs her crotch towards you, climaxing messily over your face before she drops limply back on to the bed. Undeterred, Jisoo continues to plunder her mouth until Gyuri finally forces her to break the kiss, gasping for air. "Oh... oh my god..."

"That good?" Jisoo asks your out-of-it girlfriend, and Gyuri can only nod, her smile a little dopey as her orgasm continues to slowly run through her. Satisfied with that answer she lies down next to Gyuri, spreading her legs wantonly. "Do that to me too." She requests. Horny and wanting your own pleasure, you lose your shorts and climb over Jisoo, pinning her hands beside her head.

"No, I need to fuck you now."

"J-just lick me a little bit, please?" She asks, and you comply with a grumble, licking her dripping pussy roughly and needily, making her squeal with the sudden spike of pleasure. You again enjoy the taste you licked off Gyuri's fingers earlier, except this time it comes straight from the source.

However after barely a minute you feel Jisoo pull on your hair. "Oh god that's so good please fuck just put it in me." The words tumble out of her in a rush, her hand already reaching for your cock - she is just as eager as you are. You line yourself up with her, the two of you moaning when your tip touches her entrance. You sink down into Jisoo smoothly.

"It's- Ahhhh..." Jisoo's strangled cry drowns out your moan when you bottom out inside her. Feeling stretched for the first time in a while, Jisoo can't help but clamp down around you immediately, her pussy gripping you exquisitely as she trembles under you. Her juices rush against your cock, making you throb even more inside her.

"D-did you just-" You ask, stunned at her orgasmic reaction. She is barely able to open her eyes, already watery in joy and ecstasy. Jisoo can't piece the words together to answer your question, instead, she can only gasp:

"More..."

You begin moving your hips in and out of her, and Jisoo comes unraveled under you, giving in to your every thrust, your cock pumping in every drop of pleasure she wanted - no, needed, on this trip. Her fingers twist into the sheets, her expressions fluid and morphing constantly, her face crinkling in bliss with every push and pull of your shaft in her. Her eyes disappear into half-moons when you pull back, the friction far too enjoyable, before you force them open with a sharp and fast thrust into her, her mouth hanging open in a perfect little “O” shape.

Your hands run over Jisoo’s hot body, turning her into putty as you dig into her her thighs before dancing fingers over her trembling form, making her whimper at the same spots you know Gyuri loves, the woman under you familiar but different. You pull on her nipples, taking one in your mouth and tugging gently, moaning when Jisoo gets even tighter around you. You go back up to her neck, kissing the side of her neck while you squeeze her chest, enjoying the feel of her supple body under your hands. Gyuri's words float back into your lust-driven mind.

She's sensitive in all the spots I am too

You test that claim -  you slow down your thrusts, opting for power and angle over pace, just the way Gyuri loves it. An arousing shiver runs down your spine as Jisoo begins screaming, proving Gyuri’s claim correct. Jisoo’s hands grip your arms tightly, trying futilely to hold on. She doesn’t last long.

"Oh- oh fuck! I’m cumming, c-cumming!" She screams out as she climaxes around your shaft. You fuck her through her orgasm, and Jisoo continues to scream and cry and shriek. The pleasure floods into her and out everywhere else - tears leak out of her eyes, drool hangs out of her mouth, and her juices gush freely out of her pussy, coating your crotch and making a mess of the bedsheets. You lose track of the number of times her velvet walls have contracted around you in orgasm, and you're sure Jisoo has too with how out of it she looks, floating on carnal joy, practically in her own paradise... until you moan loudly, unable to contain yourself much longer.

"J-Jisoo, I'm going to cum!"

"I-inside!" She cries out, her quivering legs wrapping around you. Unsure about her judgment you try to pull out as you feel yourself throb, but Gyuri's whisper appears from beside you.

"Do it, it's fine. I checked with her already." You feel her hands behind you, pushing you deeper into Jisoo. "Give her what she wants, fill her with all your cum, she needs it."

"Fuck!" With a roar your plunge your cock as deep as you can inside the writhing woman under you, and with Gyuri's help you feel like you've pushed into Jisoo even deeper than before. Jisoo chokes out a primal cry, her nails digging bloody lines into your back as you unleash your orgasm on her, your cum splashing deep inside her as Gyuri keeps you pinned down on Jisoo’s welcoming body. Jisoo's cry dies away, her eyes rolling into her head when your semen fills her completely, her legs twitching, your combined juice and cum leaking out from the little gaps in your connection. Gyuri prolongs your orgasm, massaging your balls and coaxing more of your seed into Jisoo’s pussy, the two women working to milk you dry. You collapse on top of Jisoo when you are finally spent, hearing her soft coos near your ear, her every want satisfied.

"Oh my god... I lost count... fuck I needed that." She turns to grab your face, planting her lips on yours in a hungry passionate kiss. "Gyuri is so lucky..." You pull out of Jisoo, and a rush of cum and slick leaks out of her freshly-fillled pussy, your white contrasting against the pink, her folds still contracting a little on empty air, as if hungry to feel you again. You turn towards Gyuri, who is rubbing her fingers over her own pussy, and pull her towards you, kissing her before whispering in her ear. "Thanks love, I'm the lucky one."

Gyuri replies with a hungry look. "I think I want to get lucky now oppa." Her hand goes to your shaft, trying to stroke you back to hardness again as she continues to rub herself. A second hand joins Gyuri's on your shaft, Jisoo stroking you next to Gyuri.

"I want to watch you two do it, i-is that okay?" Jisoo asks in a whisper. You and Gyuri look at each other, and watching her breath quicken at the thought, her hand moving just that little bit faster against her dripping pussy, is enough to get you hard again. The two of you nod in agreement, and Jisoo sits on the side of the bed, her fingers dipping into her cum-filled pussy, absentmindedly mixing you deeper into her.

"On all fours dear." You ask Gyuri, and she gets on her hands and knees, the two of you facing the mirror opposite the bed as Jisoo watches. Your fingers go to her hips, gripping her tightly as you ready to take her from behind. You rub your head against her lips, letting her juices coat your tip.

"Come on oppa..." Gyuri gasps, half begging and half moaning. You give her what she wants, pushing firmly into her with a buck of your hips. The shrill cry that leaves her lips is heavenly.

"Yes! Come on oppa, give more!" You're taken aback by Gyuri's aggressiveness, who apparently wants to put on a show for Jisoo as she begins backing herself on to you, meeting your every thrust by rocking herself back on to your cock, driving you deeper into her.

You decide to put on a show for Jisoo too, twirling Gyuri’s long hair in your hand and pulling, making sure she is looking into the mirror and through to Jisoo while you ride her from behind. You immediately feel Gyuri tighten around you, voicing her approval with a loud moan, her thighs jiggling with every thrust you put into her.

When your muscles get sore you bend over, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them while you switch to humping her. The show goes on for a little bit more, and you kiss Gyuri's sweaty back, the two of you transforming energy into heat and pleasure in the most efficient way you know how. The two of you look at each other through the mirror, glazed orbs reflecting at each other. But eventually both sets of eyes are drawn towards the person looking back at them - Jisoo is hurriedly pleasuring herself, her fingers moving fast in and out of her as she spreads her legs in front of the two of you.

"O-oppa lean back!" Gyuri cries out, and you lean back, letting her get on top of you. Gyuri grabs your legs and rotates you, making the two of you face Jisoo before stuffing herself full of you again. You lean your arms back on the bed, trying not to fall off while Gyuri bounces on your cock, letting herself get speared on your shaft over and over again while Jisoo watches. Gyuri coats you with more of her slick each time, the lewd show turning on both performers and the audience. Soon she is tired of bouncing, instead settling for grinding on your crotch hard and fast, her pace seeming to match Jisoo's hand, the erotic sounds of her juicy fingering joining the moans coming from you and Gyuri. Your arms wrap around her slim midriff, feeling every gasp and moan as Gyuri drives herself into a frenzy on you for Jisoo.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" Both of them wail as they reach their peaks - Gyuri clamps down on your cock, grinding on your shaft, while Jisoo's hips seem to match Gyuri's movements, grinding on her fingers as she imagines herself on your cock. You feel Gyuri’s climax trickle down your shaft while you watch Jisoo drench her own hand, and you have to bite your lips to not cum right there with them. You hold Gyuri in your arms, twisting a little to lay back as you hold her trembling form until both of them come to a stop limply - one on you, and one on the bed next to you.

"Keep going oppa." Comes the tired ask from Gyuri, and you hold her hips and begin thrusting into her from below, making her moan once more, her enhanced tightness and wetness making you feel very good very fast. Gyuri leans back, turning her head towards you and asking for a kiss. The two of you close your eyes and kiss, enjoying the pleasures of your bodies in your own little world. Which is why the two of you let out a surprised moan when you feel a wet muscle on your balls and base of your shaft.

"J-Jisoo?!" You look down at her nestled between your legs.

"Cum in her, I want to taste you." Neither of you are sure who she is wants taste, but Jisoo's licks make it too pleasurable to care about that, every swipe of her tongue tingling the underside of your shaft before licking upwards towards Gyuri when she drives down on to you, making Jisoo's tongue flick against her clit thrillingly. It doesn’t take long for Jisoo to get the two of you off.

"Oppa I'm cumming again!" Gyuri gasps, and with a squeal she kisses you before exploding in pleasure, her orgasm made all the stronger thanks to Jisoo's tongue. The same can be said for you as you grunt into the kiss, your cock expanding inside Gyuri before releasing all of your load in her. The two of you moan and tremble and shake as the intense climax flows through the two of you and out of Gyuri's pussy, where Jisoo is waiting to collect, lapping at the mix of juices like a thirsty cat.

When you slip out of her Jisoo pounces on the opportunity, licking Gyuri clean, making the younger woman moan in sensitivity until she pushes and twists away from Jisoo gently. Not to leave a job half done, Jisoo turns towards your slick shaft, sucking and cleaning it of Gyuri’s arousal before scooting back up to the two of you.

"You two taste delicious." Jisoo says with a Cheshire Cat smile, kissing both of you before collapsing in exhaustion on the bed. The three of you fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.

"Oppa wake up... wake up oppa!" Gyuri's voice floats into your ear the next morning, as if in a dream, and when you wake up you have to pinch yourself to make sure it isn't a dream - you have two gorgeous, and more importantly, naked, ladies standing in front of you.

"Hm? What is it?"

"We want to take care of your morning wood." The voices seem to echo in the room as the two of them speak at the same time. Before you can think any more though they climb on to the bed and hover over your cock, kissing up and down each side before licking, making you moan in morning pleasure. They take turns, one sucking your tip while the other licks your shaft, and then switching places... and then switching again, all while their hands tickle your balls and dance on your thighs, teasing you to your limit.

"S-stop, I'm going to cum!" They get off you, instead standing up and waiting for you to get up too.

"Come fuck us oppa." They say again in sync.

"Why are you talking like that? Gyuri?"

"Yes oppa?" Comes the answer from both of them.

"Jisoo?"

"Yes?" The reply comes from both voices.

"H-how do I know who-" They approach you from both sides.

"Do you really need to know?" One asks, kissing you before going to the desk in the room and bending over.

"Do you really care?" Her doppelganger follows suit, bending over next to her. Looking at their bodies presented to you, you realized they were right, you didn’t care.

You line up behind who you think is Gyuri, thrusting deep into her, gripping her with one hand while the other works on Jisoo, your fingers digging deep into her, making both of them moan out loud into the mirror. You watch their faces twist and contort as you provide them with pleasure, enjoying the tightness around your shaft and fingers. Then you switch it up, going over to Jisoo and pumping into her while you finger your girlfriend. In a daze you keep fucking and fingering the two women over the desk, switching between them every so often, their thighs getting wet from your rough pounding and silky fingering. They begin to bend at the knees, legs going weak as the pleasure keeps building within them. You hold them with your hands, keeping them upright as you rock their bodies on the desk with every thrust, and Gyuri... or was it Jisoo? creams all over your cock, and when you pull out and go fuck Jisoo (or was it Gyuri?) she cums soon after, the pleasure between the two of them somehow in perfect balance.

"Fuck I'm going to cum..." You announce as you grit your teeth and thrust, throbbing inside... someone. The two of them lay tiredly on the desk, looking back at you as you pull out and stroke your slippery cock quickly. Two strokes is all it takes for you to reach your peak. You strain to keep your eyes open, watch rope after rope of cum fly out of your tip, staining their backs and creamy thighs with your morning load. They touch each other with a finger, swiping your cum off their skin and cleaning each other with dirty licks.

"Shall we go get cleaned up Gyuri?" One asks the other.

"Good idea Gyuri, wait for us oppa." The other replies with a smirk. You sit on the edge of the bed, head spinning from confusion and pleasure as the two of them quickly wash up. They come back to you, ready for more, and the rest of the morning is even more of a blur.

They push you on to the bed, one stroking you, trying to get you hard again while the other rides your face. After a while they switch off, and you watch them smile at you and each other before a pussy obscures your vision once more. Your face is covered with their juices by the time you are hard again, but they keep going, this time making use of your hardness too.

You occasionally get a breather, getting a moment to admire the perfect body riding your cock, before the perfect pussy descends on your mouth once more, again and again, and they each get at least one more orgasm from your body. When you call out you are ready to cum again they get off you, and instead clamber on to one another, kissing each other passionately, putting on a show for you as they squirm against one another.

You raise the hips of the one on top... Jisoo you think, until the moan she releases when you slam into her from behind sounds more like Gyuri. Whoever she is, she takes the opportunity to lean down, sucking the breast of Gyuri below, making her moan, giving her that little bit of pleasure while she waits for her turn. You have enough of Gyuri, and push her forward and up the bed a little, giving you access to Jisoo. You thrust into Jisoo, making her yelp and feeling her tighten around you immediately. You fuck her with abandon, chasing your own pleasure as she raises her head, repaying the favor to Jisoo on top and teasing her nipple with her mouth. Rinse and repeat - you pound into Jisoo again, and then Gyuri again, and then Gyuri again? And then Jisoo again? Your brain breaks down, unable to keep track of who's who, not that you ever cared in the first place.

"Oh fuck I'm-" Are the only words out of your mouth as the pleasure rushes up your spine.

"Cum in me!" They cry out, almost in perfect unison, not even waiting for you to finish your sentence. You pound whoever you're in roughly - you don't care anymore, you're just looking for a body to release in. The woman on top whimpers as you grip her hips roughly, squeezing her butt, leaving marks on her. With a gasp you reach your peak and let go, giving her one, two, three rich shots of white seed. You bite your lip and pull out, quickly aiming down to her doppelganger's hungry pussy and thrusting your spurting cock in, draining the rest of your cum in her with a satisfied groan. Gyuri and Jisoo whimper into their kiss, both of them feeling filled to the brim despite sharing your load. You stagger and lean backwards on the bed when you finish - two large white loads flow out of Gyuri and Jisoo's folds, or Jisoo and Gyuri's, whichever. Either way it is an image you commit to memory forever. With equally shaky limbs they make their way to you, planting kisses on you from both sides before helping each other to the bathroom, cum still trickling down their thighs.

"W-wait, so who's who?" You call out.

"Maybe Gyuri will tell you some time." Comes the synchronized answer. You lie on the bed and groan, slowly putting on your clothes for the day and trying to process what just happened. They come out cleaned up and dressed, and the two of you see Jisoo out the room. She gives you a grateful, passionate, and sloppy kiss before she leaves.

“Thank you both for that, I just needed to get all that... fucking out of me.”

”Yep, he does a good job of that.” Gyuri quips, and the two women share a knowing smile before Jisoo walks down the hallway and back to her room for rest. You sit down on the bed, pulling Gyuri into your lap and cuddling her.

"So, are you going to tell me who was who?" You ask her as you stroke her hair.

"Hmm, maybe later."

The two of you run into Jisoo a few more times during your stay there, but beyond a soft smile and a deep blush on her cheeks every time you meet her eyes nothing more happens. Not that you minded, as you and Gyuri occupy each other intimately every night...

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“Ahh oppa don’t- don’t stop!” Gyuri whines as you deny her orgasm for a third time that night, your cock dripping with her juices.

“Not until you tell me who was who that first night.” You whisper in her ear.

“I-I can’t think when you don’t let me cum!” She whimpers as you prepare to penetrate her again.

“Fine, cum then.” You throw her legs over your shoulders, driving yourself deep inside her, making her breasts bounce as you pound her roughly. You give her the orgasm she wanted after a few furious thrusts, pushing her body into the bed and making it creak dangerously. As she screams you follow behind her closely, not bothering to hold back, filling her fully.

“There, now tell me who was who?” But Gyuri was asleep already, the repeated near-orgasms draining her energy completely. You sigh and collapse next to her, kissing her good night.

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”Ah fuck, right there babe...” You moan as Gyuri licks over the bottom of your head, her tongue teasing your tip.

“Are you going to cum soon?” You can only look at her and nod, not trusting yourself to speak any more.

“If you can hold out for 10 more seconds, I’ll tell you where I was on the desk...” She smirks before going to work on you. You fail far too easily as Gyuri licks and sucks you just the way you like it, making you climax almost on demand, the memory of the threesome making you shoot even more seed down her throat.

“T-that’s not fair!” You rasp as you watch her swallow before releasing you from her mouth with a pop, wiping the last bit of cum from her lips.

“Well...” Gyuri gets on top of you, grinding herself on your crotch.

“What are you going to do about it?”

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Even when the two of you return from your trip Gyuri remains coy about who was who whenever you ask her.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes of course."

"Then why do you need to know?" She would always reply with a sly smile. "Besides, I forgot." And you can never tell if she was kidding or not.

The memories of that day at the hotel still turn both of you on incredibly though, as Gyuri would then lean over whatever surface was available and ask.

"Why don't you come do me again, maybe I'll remember."

You were always down to help her remember.

A/N: Just wanted to try this interesting concept I had in mind, spent the longest time trying to find a good pairing, and finally ended up with Gyuri/Jisoo. If the bit at the end gets confusing, and I seem to repeat names in the wrong order, it is entirely intentional :) I also spent a lot of time trying to find good photos where they looked alike, but I’m sure there are better ones out there that show their resemblance. Thanks for reading!

[risingsouls]

continued from ★ || @regulus-regent​

               When she requested Vegeta leave the safety of the bar’s awning to join her in the water, her expectations of success were relatively low. His grumbles were short-lived however, and he followed her down to the water and waded into the ocean up to her waist. She made sure to pick a place away from the other beach goers for both of their benefits but especially his.

               “ See? This isn’t so bad. And the water is nice and cool. Much better than sweating up on land. ” She lowered herself further into the water and lifted her feet from the sand to float. Her grin widened and she winked when she noticed his gaze roving over her barely-covered body.

              “ I see you approve of Earthling swimwear. It doesn’t make much sense to me when it’s the same style as their underwear, but I won’t complain. It looks good on me. ”

[tabloidtoc]

Star, May 3

You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Shiloh Jolie-Pitt

Page 1: Christina Aguilera at 40 -- she talks about child stardom, learning to love her body, and what she wants her daughter Summer to know

Page 2: Contents, Renee Zellweger, Phoebe Dynevor and James McAvoy at the BAFTAs in London

Page 3: Mariska Hargitay and Law & Order: SVU co-star Ice-T take a selfie during a break from shooting the cop drama in NYC, Heather Graham at the beach in Mexico, stepping into the America's Got Talent studio Sofia Vergara elevated her casual cropped jeans with strappy platform sandals in L.A., Jason Momoa cutting a rug with an unidentified partner ahead of filming a scene for his upcoming fantasy film Slumberland in Toronto

Page 4: Colton Underwood comes out -- saying he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been, the former Bachelor clarifies his orientation

Page 5: Lena Dunham is no stranger to controversy, so it comes as no surprise that her foray into fashion design has also come under fire as she partnered with a plus-size label to create the capsule collection 11 Honore x Lena Dunham, but the kicky line quickly came under fire as critics are calling it tone-deaf, mediocre and not inclusive at all since its largest size is a 26 and some are even going so far to call Lena a grifter who gained weight in order to make money off the plus-size community but Lena, who underwent a hysterectomy at 31, has pointed to early menopause as the cause of her straight-up gut -- while Lena refuses to be intimidated by bullies, she is listening to the complaints about sizes and is planning to address it

* Once a cautionary tale of the perils of child stardom, at age 40 Macaulay Culkin is a father himself as he and girlfriend Brenda Song welcomed a son, Dakota -- he's finally overcome his demons and Brenda has been a huge influence on his life and helped him get back on the straight and narrow and he's even pursuing acting again, shooting season 10 of American Horror Story; his life has taken such a positive turn

* A year after announcing her split from Jay Cutler, Kristin Cavallari is seeing the upside of divorce, saying it's made her a better mom in some ways because she has her kids half the time now so when she has them for her week, she is so incredibly present with her kids Camden, Jaxon and Saylor and she is not distracted by her phone or anything else; she is with them -- Jay and Kristin each have the kids 182.5 days a year and court papers also revealed that her ex is allowed two phone calls and two FaceTime or Skype calls a week and vice versa so now every moment is precious and if someone is having a temper tantrum or something, she remains calm because she knows that she is losing them in a few days

Page 6: Gwen Stefani is widely thought to have had some help in the nips and tucks department, and as her wedding to Blake Shelton approaches, he is starting to object to her constant tweaking of her face -- she's always messing with it by getting more fillers and Botox and Blake is afraid of what he'll see at the altar and he's freaking out at Gwen's increasingly extreme beauty routine which is becoming increasingly over-the-top; Gwen can barely move her face to smile at him anymore and it looks weird -- while he frets, he's trying to reassure his wife-to-be because Blake thinks she's beautiful just the way she is

* As an executive producer on the long-running Law & Order: SVU, Mariska Hargitay has tasked the writers to come up with more storylines featuring one of her favorite characters: defense attorney Trevor Langan, played by none other than her husband Peter Hermann -- Mariska and Peter originally met and fell in love when Peter guest-starred on the show and she loves to keep that magic alive by bringing him back to play Trevor but the trouble is he is busy with his own gigs as a series regular on Younger and his recurring role on Blue Bloods and Peter loves working with his wife, but he has his own acting career apart from Mariska -- still, he may soon have his day in court because Peter understands how Mariska feels and is trying to work his schedule to allow him some guest spots in the near future

Page 8: Star Shots -- Lenny Kravitz with a guitar flaunted his well-sculpted midsection during a stroll on the beach, Suki Waterhouse with her on-the-go grub on the set in Liverpool

Page 9: Louisa Jacobson and Taissa Farmiga and Denee Benton on the set of The Gilded Age in NYC, Conan O'Brien sipped on a soda at lunch in L.A., Katy Perry in the American Idol bathroom

Page 10: Kate Hudson with mom Goldie Hawn and kids Ryder and Rani, Kate Hudson twirled solo modeling in a pal's swimwear collection, Jude Law's daughter Iris Law who will make her acting debut in Danny Boyle's upcoming Sex Pistols biopic makes a call in London

Page 12: Kelly Osbourne handed out items at a food distribution event as the Islamic Center for Southern California, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the gym, despite a no-social warning a cheeky Nicole Kidman shared a pic from the set of Aaron Sorkin's Being the Ricardos in which she portrays Lucille Ball

Page 13: Anabella Sciorra and Donnie Wahlberg gloved up for a Blue Bloods scene in NYC, Heidi Klum and husband Tom Kaulitz started their morning during a walk on the beach in L.A.

Page 14: Travis Barker showed off his body art stepping off a Hollywood tour bus shirtless after filming a music video, a cheerful Britney Spears gave a fun look into her wardrobe in a pink floral frock, Scott Disick and Amelia Hamlin color-coordinated for a walk near the beach in Miami

Page 16: Lamar Odom and Aaron Carter put up their dukes to promote their Celebrity Boxing Match in Philadelphia, Priyanka Chopra Jonas and husband Nick Jonas at the BAFTAs in London, Ellen DeGeneres on the phone during a stroll in her main hood of Montecito

Page 18: Normal or Not? A denim-on-denim clad Jay Leno scratched an itch while filming a project in Los Angeles -- not normal, dressed in a Siggi sweatshirt Katie Holmes picked up some seasonal blooms on Manhattan's Upper East Side -- normal, Kate Beckinsale multitasked during a car ride by applying undereye patches -- not normal

Page 19: Gavin Rossdale appeared to be pleased with his Kitson purchase by doing a little dance after leaving the popular L.A. store -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars wow in statement-making capes -- Gisele Bundchen, Charlize Theron, Zoey Deutch

Page 21: Greta Gerwig, Elle Fanning

Page 24: Justin Bieber: How Love Saved Me -- the formerly troubled pop singer gives praise for wife Hailey Bieber

Page 25: Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles' romance has already cooled and the pair are giving each other space -- turns out Olivia and Harry don't actually have much in common -- the two jetted to London after wrapping Don't Worry Darling, but they were soon waylaid by their respective responsibilities as Olivia has been spending time with her kids Otis and Daisy while her ex Jason Sudeikis shoots Ted Lasso while Harry, who was spooked by how quickly intense things got, is gearing up for his role in My Policeman -- for now, the two have decided to reassess things when they're back in L.A., which leaves the window open for Jason, whose strategy was to let her and Harry fizzle out, then see where she is at, and it's going according to plan

* Jennifer Lopez calls off her relationship with Alex Rodriguez

* Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher are better than ever after overcoming a rough patch, one that had their inner circle convinced they were headed for divorce -- Mike had a serious roving eye that made Carrie anxious and she would treat him like he was Mr. Underwood and tensions between the two were at an all-time high when the pandemic hit, forcing the two into extra one-on-one time, but as it turns out, their new routine is just what they needed because they set boundaries, divided up tasks and put time aside for fun things and they prioritized romance, which has made all the difference -- Carrie and Mike are re-committed to their marriage and they've been through so much so much and neither wants to throw it away

Page 26: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's model kid -- Shiloh Jolie-Pitt the gorgeous teen is ready for her close up, but Brad and Angie are at odds about Shiloh's new passion -- Shiloh's been experimenting with girlier styles lately, including growing out her hair and she's at the age where she's starting to change things up -- Brad isn't thrilled about Shiloh's modeling dreams and idea of her walking into the lion's den gives him cause for concern -- Angelina began modeling at 16, just one year older than Shiloh and Shiloh knows that's what set her mom on her path to fame and Shiloh is constantly asking Angie about the pros and cons of the modeling world

Page 29: Model Kids -- these celeb offspring also know how to strike a pose -- Hailey Bieber, Sofia Richie, Amelia Hamlin, Lily-Rose Depp, Brooklyn Beckham, Paris Jackson, Kendall Jenner, Corinne Foxx, Ireland Baldwin, Margaret Qualley, Kaia Gerber, Leni Klum, Patrick Schwarzenegger

Page 30: Prince William and Prince Harry: Behind Closed Doors -- the estranged princes are forced to reckon with their rift as the royal family gathers for Prince Philip's funeral

Page 32: High Anxiety -- it's not so simple for celebs who struggle with panic attacks -- Emma Stone, Stephen Colbert, Amanda Seyfried

Page 33: Hugh Grant, Ryan Reynolds, Ariana Grande

Page 36: Beauty -- nail it -- self-care essentials to score the perfect at-home manicure and pedicure -- Kaley Cuoco

Page 38: Style -- cute cases -- step up your tech, and fashion, game this season with a trendy cellphone cover -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Page 40: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Corey Feldman embraced wife Courtney Anne Mitchell as the two ventured out for a romantic outing in L.A.

[realjessicareyes]

WHERE: Marylebone, Central London WHEN: February 6, 2021, Saturday WITH: @crmnsdk​

Jessica’s nerves were on edge. Normally, Jessica Reyes and swimwear were a match made in heaven—clothes, meet model—but in the aftermath of the fight at the Thames, no place seemed safe, not even a press launch for summer swimwear in Central London. In some ways, of course, life went on: invitations for events were accepted, declined, or rearranged for another date, while Jessica’s work calendar shifted in response to the latest news, most recently Ikki’s promotion to interim CEO of Femenias Energy. But the gang war affected more than the parts of her life that Famine normally touched. It affected everything.

Today’s event was the official launch of a Parisian brand’s newest swimwear collection, and of course Jessica was part of the carefully selected list of invitees. She loved the brand’s cuts and color schemes—though she’d always gravitated towards softer, feminine prints and silhouettes herself—and very much wanted to see the new collection upfront. Besides, what better way was there to show that she was still out there in the world, unbowed and unafraid? 

But not even five minutes after her arrival, it dawned on Jessica that her attendance at a glamorous event meant compromises: most of all, the presence of more security, care of her family (read: Famine). Cue a stricter bag check which had influencers groaning, “Really?”; a polite, yet thorough, pat-down that made most avert their gazes awkwardly. But worst, perhaps: Jessica’s split second of fear when she first saw a group of four strangers removing their coats to reveal the summer dresses they’d worn to fit the theme—because in that moment, her body ran cold, sweat prickling the back of her neck. Because for a moment, she’d thought they could have had guns on them.

Fortunately, the event itself was a delight, with the modern yet minimalist venue transformed into a tropical getaway. Located at different areas throughout the room were photo backdrops featuring luxury destinations from St. Tropez to the Seychelles that the invitees could take photos in front of, complete with flowers (out of season but somehow, magically, fresh) and other accessories from luxury brands. Roving waiters topped up plates with hors d’oeuvres and the guests’ choice of champagne or cocktails. Jessica even spent the first half-hour air-kissing old friends, and through gossiping with the brand manager, learned that during the raffle at the end of the event, three lucky ladies could win a stay at one of the most luxurious resorts in the Maldives. (She knew that she could afford that trip, technically, but it was so much nicer to get things for free.)

Returning to her table after her little meet-and-greet, Jessica smoothed down her appropriately themed dress, a midriff-baring orange two-piece set that she’d paired with simple yet sophisticated white heels. Her hair was parted down the middle and tied in a low ponytail, loose locks framing her oval face, while Cartier Diamants Légers earrings adorned her ears. As she took a sip of champagne to quench her thirst, she turned towards the woman next to her, saying, in what sounded like the most conversational tone but, well, wasn’t, “Do you ever get the feeling that everybody’s looking at you? And not in the 'Wow, she’s so hot I’m going to spontaneously combust’ kind of way?”

After her years on the London social media scene, Jessica was used to the shallow conversations and the civility with an edge that Carman inspired during their shared events—but it was the strangest thing to be seated alongside her at a swimwear event, in February, in the middle of a gang war. Still, a look had passed between them at Carman’s arrival earlier: a shared understanding of what they’d just been through, when they were the last people anyone would expect to be in a gang. A sliver of anxiety running through them like a thread. And at the same time, the shared relief that at least neither of them was Pestilence, who had broken the truce first.

Not that it made things simpler.

Jessica took an hors d’oeuvre from her plate, a delicately arranged blini topped with crème fraîche, smoked salmon, and caviar, and popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes at the taste. For a moment, she forgot about everything besides the event they were at. But opening her eyes, and catching the curious glances of two women at the table across from them, the Power let out a sigh and glanced at Carman. “Hey, do you want to head to the smoking lounge before the fashion show begins? And just, you know—” She gestured vaguely at everything and everyone around her, the sudden surreality and artifice of it all. “—not?”

[pulaasul]

The Magic Word and the Triwizard Tournament

Billy covers the entirety of the Triwizard Tournament while he, as Captain Marvel, investigates the mystery behind Harry's inclusion into the said tournament.

Ao3 I FFN

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"Very Good Colin."

Colin preened at the praise as he and Harry got inside an empty classroom, desks pushed aside, leaving a big space in the middle apart from the velvet covered black board facing five velvet desks and chairs.

"I try to Mr. Batson sir."

Ludo Bagman stood at one end of the black board talking to a witch in green while Durmstrang's champion sat at the classroom's corner, silent as the grave. Beaxbaton's champion, Fleur Delacour was animatedly talking with Hogwarts's other champion, Cedric Diggory. In another corner, Colin was animatedly discussing things with William Batson, the writer from the Mudblood Magazine.

"Champion number four!" Bagman declared, gaining everyone's attention. "Come on closer Harry, we're here for two things, publicity and the wand weighing ceremony."

"Wand weighing?" Harry questioned.

"Wands are a wizard's or witch's most important tool, is it not?" Bagman grinned. "We're just checking if they're all fully functional," He assured. "The expert's with Headmaster Dumbledore, they will be here soon."

"Not going to introduce me Ludo?" The witch in green outfit prompted.

Viktor, interested at what was going on, stood behind Cedric and Fleur.

"Sorry, this is Rita Skeeter." Bagman introduced.

"I am Rita Skeeter, I write for the Daily Prophet." Skeeter pushed Bagman a little sideways and approached the three champions. "You probably heard of it." She smiled as she shook each champion's hand. "It's you we don't know." She approached the Potter, and dragged him towards the other three champions. "You're the juicy news."

Harry couldn't help but wince at the remark. He's been the 'juicy news' since he was a year old, supposedly killing Voldemort. He'd rather have someone else take the spotlight, someone have eternal glory, thank you very much.

"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheek?" Skeeter continued her spiel as she brushed Fleur's cheeks. "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She squeezed Cedric's and Viktor's respective shoulders. "Does courage lie beneath those curls?" She ruffled Harry's already messy hair. "In short, what makes a champion tick? Me myself and I want to know, not to mention my rabid readers." She chuckled.

"That's all well and good Rita, but would you respect our champions' personal spaces?" William smiled. "Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter we meet again."

"Hello Mr. Batson." Cedric and Harry greeted.

"Because you're an 'oh so established news magazine'." Rita growled.

"We may have struggled for a few months Rita, but our article about Pettigrew and the subsequent articles has since turned out to be such a big hit that we had to reprint for more." William grinned at the witch. "But alas, today's not about us, it's about them." William gestured at the champions.

"For our lovely guests, I am William Joseph Batson, writer and editor-in-chief of the Mudblood." William smiled as he noticed the Bulgarian and Frenchwoman's narrowed eyes. "Yes, I am quite aware that it's a word not used in polite society." He assured the two champions. "However, it is my firm belief that I can turn something bad into something good, just like how we can make stones into a flock of birds."

"I'd like you four to meet my Photographer for this article and the subsequent articles for the Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Colin Creevey."

"You're having a child do an adult's work?"

"A professional starts somewhere Rita, why not have Mr. Creevey start as early as now."

"I really thank you for this opportunity Mr. Batson." Colin expressed his gratitude then flashed a picture of his mentor.

"Please Colin, you can call me William like we agreed to last year." The man simply ruffled Colin's hairs. "The Headmaster is already aware of this, the Triwizard Tournament won't be my article, it'll be nephew's, he's just using the loo."

"And where would you be?" Rita challenged.

"There are a lot of events happening in the Wizarding World Rita, hence we delegate." William smiled. "In any case, my nephew's at the same age as Mr. Diggory, Colin I trust that you take care of my nephew."

"You can count on me William."

"I'll be off now." William exited the room.

Rita was speechless at the man's audacity, trivializing the resurrection of a long time event such as the Triwizard tournament.

Well his loss.

A moment later, a boy entered the classroom, wearing muggle clothes to boot.

"Billy Batson at your service." The boy introduced himself with a salute.

Harry couldn't help himself but snort at the boy's antics. He could tell that he was mocking a lot of shows on the telly.

"Hey Billy, your uncle paired us up again."

"Holy Moley! That true Colin? Neat!"

"Batson sends a child to do his job?" Rita exclaimed. "How unprofessional can he be?!" She stomped her way towards the newcomer. "Aren't you supposed to be in a school young man?"

"Actually no Ms. Skeeter." Billy replied politely. "Uncle William is home schooling me using the things he learned at Ilvermorny, besides I'm already of age, hardly a child don't you think?"

"You're American? He attended Ilvermorny?"

"Born and raised." Billy shrugged. "Enough about me, this day isn't about me, it's about them." He gestured to the champions.

"If you don't mind Ludo, I'd start my interviews with the youngest champion." Rita humphed before she dragged Harry away from the group.

"If you don't mind Mr. Diggory." Billy smiled.

"Sure." Cedric shrugged.

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It was right after dinner that the four champions convened with Colin and Billy. The Creevey just got permission to be out past curfew for a magazine interview.

"Did you guys bring with you your garbs for the tournament?" Billy greeted the champions.

"Oui." Fleur frowned. "I still don't know why we need to bring our swimwear."

"Oh that's because we wanted to use stock photos of you in all your possible outfits during the tournament." Billy handed the champions a piece of parchment. "Historically speaking, the Triwizard Tournament features tasks from three of the four elements: air, water, earth and fire."

"I get it!" Colin exclaimed. "Since there's water involved, you think they'd have to be in a swimwear at some point."

"Correct Colin!" Billy grinned. "I would have given points for that answer." He chuckled.

"Vhat avut the dress roves?" Viktor raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, just wanted to take a picture of the champions in dress robes." Billy shrugged.

"In any case, we'll have your pictures taken now, in lieu of everyone's curfew, which has long passed, my uncle has already talked to the Headmaster and Heads of Houses and has exempted you from the curfew." Billy took out a muggle pen and notepad. "So is Colin actually, but unlike you four, he's not a champion, so he needs to be back into the dorms after taking your pictures."

With everything out of the way, Colin took everyone's pictures with the all the outfits they brought. From their normal athletic wears to their formal garbs. He took the champions photographs individually and as a group.

Harry was about to change back into his Hogwarts's robes when Colin noticed a beetle on the Potter's hair.

"Hey Harry, you have a beetle on your hair."

"Really?!" Billy groaned.

Billy faced the four champions, at Cedric specifically.

"Mr. Diggory, my uncle told me that you are adept in revealing charms, able to undo someone's transfiguration spell, like those of the animagi."

"I won't say 'good' but Mr. Batson did have me use one on the rat that turned out to be Peter Pettigrew." Cedric humbly replied.

"Could you please use one on that flying beetle?" Billy pointed at the beetle that was flying away from the group.

"Revelio."

Soon enough, the beetle turned into Rita Skeeter, writer for the Daily Prophet.

"Holy Moley! William was right, he told me you'd stoop this low Ms. Skeeter, but wow."

"What my rabid readers need are juicy news, not like a child knows about that."

"True, William always told me that we don't really care about the so-called 'juicy news' Ms. Skeeter, we just care about the truth, and apparently you don't."

"This isn't over Batson!" Rita growled as she stomped inside the castle.

"Glad you noticed that Colin before the interview could get started." Billy praised. "That's how the one and only Rita Skeeter gets her scoops, through gossip and exaggerations."

"Just trying to do my best Billy." Colin grinned. "I still can't believe Mr. Batson offered me a spot on his news magazine."

"You have yet to process that? Holy Moley! It's been months!" Billy chuckled. "In any case, there aren't many kids your age able to develop moving pictures Colin," He ruffled the younger boy's hair. "My uncle always say, everyone starts somewhere, it just so happen you started early with us."

Colin preened at the praise, he's been doing that lately. He's been doing a lot of that whenever praises go his way.

Colin wasn't blind to all the things about him. He knows that everyone considers him an annoyance, even his hero, Harry Potter, even his younger brother, Dennis. It hurt sometimes but he still persevered and that got him where he was, as the Mudblood's intern photographer.

"It seems your Head of House has come to collect you." Billy pointed at the approaching Professor Mcgonagall.

After exchanging a few goodbyes, Colin went with Gryffindor's head of house and retired to bed, leaving the Triwizard champions with Billy.

"How'd Colin get in the Mudblood?" Harry was confused.

"Professor Mcgonagall endorsed him actually." Billy admitted. "She admitted to being annoyed at him but she also knew that it was one talent that can be developed."

"Good for him." Harry smiled.

"In any case, let's start with the group interview."

Everyone sat on the ground, waiting for the questions.

"What did you feel when it was revealed that there were four champions?" Billy questioned the four champions.

"Cheated." Cedric, Fleur and Viktor immediately answered.

Harry looked down, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

"Care to elaborate?

"'ogwarts 'aving two champions, is most injust!" Fleur declared.

"I agree!" Viktor nodded. "Headmaster Karkaroof vas very angry. Vhat I vant to know is vhy one of Hogvarts's champions feel cheated."

Everyone looked to Cedric, waiting for him to elaborate his answer.

"House Hufflepuff is stereotyped as an unremarkable house, not brave like Gryffindors, not ambitious like Slytherins, not even intelligent like Ravenclaws." Cedric began. "This was supposed to be a small step towards proving them wrong." He admitted.

"How very Hufflepuff of you, loyal to the core." Billy chuckled. "I guess, the Hufflepuffs' humble nature has its downsides."

"I guess it does." Cedric sighed.

"Although, make no mistake, there are a lot of successful Hufflepuffs." Billy grabbed two pieces of parchment from his pants and gave them to Cedric. "Theseus Scamander, the war hero, is a Hufflepuff, same with the author of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them', Newton Scamander. Both brothers were also present during Grindelwald and Dumbledore's fated duel, assisting your current headmaster."

"Were they really?" Cedric asked.

"For both Hufflepuffs, actions speak louder than words." Billy smiled at Cedric's reaction. "Make no mistake Cedric, Hufflepuffs are in no way weak, dumb or lazy, the mere fact that a Hufflepuff is in the tournament is a testament of that."

Harry couldn't help but sink even lower at the words exchanged. He knew of the stereotypes the Hufflepuffs were receiving, even Hagrid said that they were an unremarkable bunch.

"What about you Harry?" Billy turned to the youngest Champion. "What did you feel?"

"Scared." Harry immediately answered.

"That's new, even moreso from a Gryffindor."

"I did not put my name into the cup." Harry immediately followed up. "I'm more inclined to believe that someone set me up to die in this stupid tournament, like Professor Moody suggested."

Fleur gasped at the declaration.

"Who would want to kill a little boy like you?" Fleur questioned.

"I don't know. All I know is that I did not put my name into that stupid cup."

The three other champions looked at the youngest boy in their group. The fear Harry was projecting was very genuine in their opinion.

There was also the issue of the age line, the Weasley twins' aging potion did not even work and immediately expelled the both of them from the age line's premises.

"Okay, moving on." Billy shook his head. "What does everyone expect the tournament to be like?"

All four champions were silent for a moment, mulling over the question.

"Dangerous." Viktor grinned.

"Challenging." Fleur chirped.

"A Spectacle." Cedric nodded.

"Life-threatening, but I have faith in Professor Dumbledore to keep everyone safe."

"You do know that this tournament is infamous for its death toll, right Harry?" Billy questioned.

"I know that, but Professor Dumbledore won't let anyone get killed." Harry nodded.

Billy shook his head at the boy's blind faith on one man, one elderly man.

"So to summarize, the four of you expects the tournament to be a dangerously life threatening spectacle that challenges its participants?"

"Nice way to summarize our answers." Cedric chuckled.

"Looks like this concludes the interview everyone." Billy declared. "Although my uncle wants you four to meet him here tomorrow after dinner, he said about leveling the playing field."

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"And another reason why I like the Mudblood over the Daily Prophet." Hermoine declared as she read through two newspapers.

"Really? Why?" Came Dennis's exuberant question.

"They focus on facts over exaggerations." Hermoine shrugged. "Look." She handed Colin both newspapers for everyone in Gryffindor to see.

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The Daily Prophet

Hogwarts's Triwizard Champion – Harry Potter.

By: Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter was the name that the Goblet of Fire revealed to be Hogwarts's Triwizard Champion, despite there being an age line drawn by the Headmaster himself, Albus Dumbleddore. He was asked how he managed to pass through the headmaster's age line, he's tight-lipped and said along the lines of secrets being his to keep.

There is no denying you-know-who's killer is a powerful wizard in his own right, and he continues to astound us with his attendance at Hogwarts's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and his participation in the historical Triwizard Tournament.

When asked about the tournament, this was all he had to say. "I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now...Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it...I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me..."

On a different note, Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.

Animagus Found Dead in Cell

By: Kikis Trecus

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The Mudblood

Four Champions, Triwizard Tournament.

By: Billy Batson

In a recent turn of events, the Goblet of Fire revealed four champions instead of three for the revival of the Triwizard Tournament: Durmstrang's Quidditch Sensation, Viktor Krum; Beaubaxton's Exceptional Witch, Fleur Delacour; Hogwarts's Golden Boy, Cedric Diggory; and The-Boy-Who-Lived himself, Harry Potter.

Investigations are still on going to determine who put Harry Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire. According to various sources, many underage Wizards and Witches attempted to pass through the age line, which Hogwarts's Headmaster drew around the goblet, through various means including aging potions and transfigurations, all of which were reportedly unsuccessful.

Harry Potter claims to not have put his name into the Goblet, making the reveal that he is school's second champion a surprise to him as anyone else's.

When the champions were asked how they felt about the reveal, all of them, felt cheated. Beaubaxton's and Durmstrang's respective champions felt that the Headmaster of Hogwarts himself cheated so that Hogwarts's can have two champions, the same sentiments were also aired by their respective School Heads.

Hogwarts's other champion, Hufflepuff's very own Cedric Diggory, claimed that this tournament may have been a stepping stone towards eliminating the stereotypes that plagued his house, with the addition of Gryffindor's champion, that all went up in smoke along with any chances to stop the stereotype that lingered.

Found Dead: Unlicensed Animagus

By: Frederick Fawcett

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"Are you sure-"

"-it's not-"

"-just your-"

"-bias showing?"

The Weasley twins questioned the Granger as they sat next to each other.

"I assure you, it's not my bias." Hermoine hugged. "Seriously, Harry and I have been on our separate ways a lot of times, I'm at the library, actually studying for my lessons and he's out there either playing Quidditch for the team or procrastinating."

"Someone's prickly." The twins chuckled in unison.

"This isn't fair." Colin whined. "I only told Billy that Harry and Hermoine were very close friends!"

"Exhibit number two." Hermoine gestured towards Colin with a raised eyebrow.

"The question is, how was she able to get these information?" Hermoine narrowed her eyes in concentration.

"She turns into a beetle." Colin calmed himself. "I saw Cedric use the revealing charm on a beetle that turned into her, Billy said that was how she got her scoops."

"She's an unregistered animagus?" Hermoine exclaimed.

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"I wasn't sure you four would come." William greeted the four champions.

"You said about leveling the playing field." Harry answered.

"Too true, Mr. Potter." William smiled. "I will admit this is for your benefit as you are two or three years younger than the other three champions." He admitted. "To make this a fair game, I'm offering to teach you some spells you may or may not know."

The four champions stood attentively at the offer, of course they were going to use this opportunity to learn new spells.

"Won't this be called cheating?" Cedric voiced his reservations.

"A Hufflepuff indeed," William chuckled. "No it's not, not only am I a third party, no allegiance to any of the participating schools, I am also offering this to all four of you." He smiled. "That and I would like for there to be no casualties in this tournament, known to have killed students much younger than you."

"What about Professor Dumbledore?"

"Your faith in your headmaster is commendable Mr. Potter, but I must say, he can't readily interfere with the tournament." William offered somberly. "You must understand that he's bound to the rules of the tournament as well."

Harry audibly gulped at William's words. If there was one thing that Harry was assured of in this tournament, is that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let anyone killed in this tournament, but now? He felt like puking his insides.

"What I'm about to teach tonight is one you'll surely be glad to know." William smiled. "Tell me, Mr. Krum, Ms. Delacour and Mr. Diggory, do the three of you know what a bubble head charm is?"

Fleur nodded while Viktor and Cedric shook their heads.

"It will probably be taught as the year progresses, nevertheless, I will be teaching you four how." William smiled. "Point your wands towards your chins and repeat what I am doing."

William demonstrated the wand movement to the four champions and repeated them a few times for everyone to see.

"Now the incantation for this is, aera bulla."

"Aera bulla." The four simultaneously repeated after the news writer.

"Good." William nodded. "Now you four try casting the spell."

All four nodded as they pointed their wands on their respective chins and imitated William's wand movement from earlier.

"Aera bulla"

"Now to know if you correctly cast the spell." William levitated three dungbombs and dropped them near the champions.

The intended reaction came, apart from Fleur, all male champions immediately covered their nose in an attempt to stave off the putrid smell the dung bombs emanated.

"No smell Ms. Delacaour?"

"Non Monsiuer."

"C'est Magnifique!" William praised. "Boys, the only way to stop the smell is to cast the bubble-head charm correctly." He offered.

The boys immediately began their second attempt at casting the charm to varying levels of success. Sooner, the first of the boys to cast the charm correctly was Cedric, followed by Viktor and lastly, Harry.

"You four practice the charm and see if you can properly cast it in a short amount of time." William ordered. "Try using one whenever you use the bathroom… err… the loo."

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The nightly training with William continued on until the week before the first task happened. They started with reviewing all the spells that the four were taught.

"Bubble-head charm." Cedric answered.

"Smoke-screen spell." Fleur added.

"Severing charm." Viktor stated.

"Mending charm." Harry nodded.

"Water making spell." Cedric smiled.

"Aqua Eructo." Harry grinned.

"Eradication spell." Viktor supplied.

"Shield charms." Fleur offered.

"Very good." William smiled. "I guess you four are taking this tournament seriously." He nodded. "This might be the last session we will have, and I will teach you one of the most difficult spells in Wizarding History, the Patronus charm."

"The Patronus charm?" Fleur tilted her head.

"The Patronus charm is known to defend against the Dementors and Lethifolds, both Dark creatures that have no other known defenses." William explained. "To cast it, you must think of the happiest memories of your life."

"Happiest memories?"

"Right!" Harry nodded. "Our happiest memories are what fuels our Patronus, they become our shields against Dementors and other Dark creatures, they will feed on the Patronus rather than feeding on the caster."

"Correct." William nodded. "Do you know the spell Harry?"

"Professor Lupin taught it to me when the Dementors were in the school." Harry admitted.

"Have you successfully conjured a corporeal patronus?"

Harry nodded.

"There are two types of Patronuses, Corporeal and Incorporeal." William stated. "An Incorporeal Patronus forms shapeless silver light from the wand and act as your personal shield from the aforementioned Dark Creatures, a Corporeal Patronus will be in a shape of an animal that best represents you."

"To successfully cast the Patronus charm. You can't use just any happy memory, it has to be the happiest memory." Harry added. "Or at least a memory that makes you very happy, at least that was what it took for me to actually cast an Incorporeal Patronus."

"Aren't the both of them just the same?" Cedric questioned.

"Maybe so, but for me they're different." Harry shrugged.

"Harry what do you say we cast the spell at the same time?"

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Two white silvery animals came out of their respective wands, one Stag and a Tiger. Both animals seemed to run around the five of them before running onto the lake, as if playing around.

"A stag." William observed.

"A bloody tiger." Harry exclaimed. "Your patronus is a bloody tiger."

"A Bengal Tiger." William corrected.

"It's still a bloody tiger!"

"Gee whiz! What can I say? I love me some tigers" William grinned.

The other three champions looked at the silvery animals in awe.

Soon, the two patronuses vanished.

"Now I want the three of you to close your eyes and think of your happiest memory to date, lose yourself into those memories before chanting the incantation 'Expecto Patronum'"

The three champions nodded as they each thought up of their happiest memory.

The first one to open their eyes and say the incantation was Viktor. He drew a circle above him and a small white silvery mist appeared at the tip of his wand.

The second one to open their eyes was Fleur. She cast the spell and flicked her wrist, but the results she got were the same as Viktor's.

When Cedric opened his eyes, he first took a deep breath before casting the spell and drew a circle in front of him simultaneously. A silver orb of light appeared at the tip of Cedric's wand before it too died down.

"How come Potter can produce his easily?" Viktor questioned.

"Oui!" Fleur nodded.

"It probably has to do with the fact that the Dementors that seemed to fancy him," Cedric offered. "He lost his Quidditch match against me because the Dementors attacked him and fell unconscious in the middle of the game." He crossed his arms. "For the record, I called for a rematch."

"I agree with my fellow Gryffindors, you won that match fair and square." Harry objected.

"Born out of necessity?" Viktor raised an eyebrow.

"Most likely." Cedric nodded.

"The patronus is one of the most difficult spells to cast," William explained. "Apart from Harry here, I never expected anyone to cast a patronus on their first try, no, I didn't expect anyone to be able to cast the spell on their first try."

"I didn't get it at first either." Harry offered. "I learned this spell like a year ago."

"It is still impressive how you succeeded in producing a full body patronus in a span of a year, most wizards and witches take years to produce one, if at all." William praised.

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Time passed and the other three champions barely got any progress in summoning an incorporeal patronus, let alone a corporeal one. None of them were deterred however, they tried countless times to at least summon an incorporeal one.

"Mr. Diggory, Ms. Delacour, Mr. Krum and Mr. Potter, gather around for a moment." William called. "There's another use to the patronus. They can send messages to anyone anywhere."

"Like a telephone?" Harry questioned.

"Telephone?" The other champions.

"A muggle device capable of sending voiced messages to a specific person or location." William explained. "Although, I think it's comparable to a radio."

"Radio?"

"Right, English." William sighed. "I meant wireless, the patronus is comparable to a wireless, minus the animals."

"You mean to say that we can send messages to any one through our patronus?" Harry asked, giddy at the new option for communication.

"I'd simmer that anticipation if I were you Harry, you still have the Trace on you." William shook his head. "But yes, that is indeed the case."

"Brilliant!"

"However, I'm not teaching you four that particular ability just yet, not until you three can produce a corporeal patronus of your own." William stated. "You three are getting the hang of it, you just need to push through." He encouraged. "As for you Harry, I want you to practice that spell without shouting your heart out."

Harry had the decency to blush at the observation.

"Before we end this session, I am telling you of a word that may or may not be of use to you." William used his wand to write in the air.

The letters S, H, A, Z, A, and M appeared.

"Read this word." William instructed.

"Shazam?"

"With more conviction."

"Shazam!"

Suddenly lightning flashed from the sky as thunder roared.

"You may speak that word if you feel like your life is in danger." William stated.

"It's not a spell?" Cedric questioned.

"No it's not, think of it as a Taboo." William shook his head. "Once you utter that word, something or someone will help you in your time of need. It's like a call for help, only it won't be as obvious as shouting 'help me'." He chuckled.

"Why are you telling us this Monsieur Batson?" Fleur questioned.

"The entire World has lost a lot of people Ms. Delacour from the many wars the muggles and the wizards and witches have staged. Grindelwald's war alone cost the lives of many muggles and magical people be it adult or child." He sighed. "I am simply avoiding the worst case scenario."

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The tournament continued as scheduled. The first task was against dragons. Cedric was about to be burned by the dragon's fire when he expelled a pressurized jet of water from his wand, just enough for him to escape.

Vikor managed to save the other dragon eggs that would've been squashed by the dragon's stomps by firing off a shield charm above the aforementioned eggs.

After the scores were announced, Viktor and Harry tied in first place with Cedric in close second and Fleur in third.

"Hey Harry!" Billy greeted as he went inside the first aid tent.

"Hey Billy!" Harry waved.

"I just finished interviewing the other three champions and I'm sure Colin's managed to take a picture of each of your and your fellow champions' brilliant moments earlier." He chuckled. "Care to share what you felt?"

"Oh Harry?" One Rita Skeeter intercepted him. "May I have a word?"

"Sure!" Harry smiled. "Good-bye."

Billy snorted at the remark.

"Let's go somewhere Billy."

"Sure thing."

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The Mudblood

First Task: Nesting Mothers

By: Billy Batson

The first task for the Triwizard Tournament is getting through dragons. The main objective of the task is to steal a fake egg from a nesting dragon.

Various sources told the Mudblood about how it was dangerous to use dragons for a tournament with student participants.

Newton Scamander, a famed Magizoologist and author of a series bestselling of books 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them', has condemned the use of nesting mothers and their eggs in the tournament. The unnecessary danger to the brood and their mother could have been prevented had there been no real eggs used in the task.

He does send his appreciations to Durmstrang's champion, Viktor Krum, for using a shield charm to protect the eggs, instead of letting them get squashed by their very own mother, trying to protect them.

The champions were asked before of what they expected this tournament going to be. The four of them were in agreement that it's "a dangerously life threatening spectacle that challenges its participants". We asked them now if that's what was still on their minds for the second and third task.

The four of them are also in agreement with what they thought of the tournament now. "This goes beyond dangerously life-threatening and challenging, this is survival."

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Days passed and it was time for the Yule Ball.

Billy and Colin were busy with the Ball's attendees with Billy interviewing the guests and Colin taking their photographs.

Soon enough, Billy spotted the champions separately, along with their dates. He waited for the eight of them to converge before he ambushed them with an impromptu interview.

"Hey guys!

"Hello Billy." Cedric and Harry greeted.

Fleur simply nodded at the young journalist while Viktor acknowledged his presence by looking at him with mild interest.

"Could you introduce me to your dates for this lovely night?" Billy prompted.

"My lovely date is one Herm-own-ninny." Viktor introduced as Hermoine gave a bow.

"My date for this night is Cho Chang." Cho mimicked Hermoine's actions and bowed in front of the journalist.

"My date for tonight is Roger Davies." The Ravenclaw smugly nodded at Billy.

"O-oh! M-my date is Parvati Patil." Parvati bowed at the journalist and offered a smile.

"So what do you think of this night?" Billy asked.

"Exciting." Hermoine answered.

"Nervous." Harry offered.

"Come now mate, I'm sure everything will be fine." Cedric assured the Potter.

"Champions over here please!" Came Professor Mcgonagall's voice.

"Looks like the deputy Headmistress is calling for you." Billy grinned. "Colin take a shot of these eight would you."

"Sure thing Billy!"

The four champions and their dates positioned themselves comfortably before Colin took a picture of all eight of them.

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The Mudblood

Yule Ball: A Memorable Magical Night

By: Billy Batson

The recently concluded Yule Ball was the first time in centuries that the event has coincided with the Triwizard Tournament. As such Hogwarts has been made a witness to the interschool camaraderie between students from all participating schools. They can invite just about anyone to the school dance provided that they are students of the participating schools.

Durmstrang students can invite students from both Hogwarts and Beauxbaton, as was the case for the school's champion, Viktor Krum, who had the lovely Hermoine Granger as his date.

Beauxbaton's students were also in the same boat as they too can invite, or can be invited, students from Durmstrang and Hogwarts which was true for their champion, Fleur Delacour, who had the dashing Roger Davies as her date.

That is not to say that the respective schools cannot invite someone from the same school as them, like Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, who had the beautiful Parvati Patil and Cho Chang as their respective dates.

For this one night, Hogwarts's staff, in collaboration with the Department of International Magical Cooperation, transformed the school's Great Hall into a ballroom made of ice. The Hall's enchanted ceiling were dropping snow while tables and chairs have their colors changed from wood brown to snow white and ice blue, giving off the illusion that they were also made of ice.

Icicles clung to the flame-lit and candle-lit chandeliers giving the Hall an atmosphere fit for royalty.

All of the guests in attendance agreed that venue and its ambience was a sight to behold.

The ball was opened by the four Triwizard Champions alongside their dates. The champions themselves were dashing and lovely while their respective dates were beautiful and handsome. The eight of them opened the celebration as they entranced the other attendees with their enchanting dance.

As the ball progressed, many other students and teachers danced. Headmasters Igor Karkaroff and Albus Dumbledore danced with their fellow teachers Professor Antonia Borislava and Professor Minerva Mcgonagall respectively while Headmistress Olympe Maxime danced with Professor Rubeus Hagrid.

The night progressed and the already memorable Yule Ball was graced with the performance of the Weird Sisters, who livened the event.

Both Percy Weasley, assistant to the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Batermius Crouch Sr., and Ludovic Bagman, head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports has agreed that the Yule Ball was huge success. It was declared as soon as the ball concluded.

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The Yule Ball just ended, the four champions were just about to retire to their respective beds when a silver Tiger appeared by their bedsides.

"This is one ability of the patronus, sending messages. I would like to meet everyone on New Year's eve and good night."

As soon as the last word was stated, the silver tiger vanished.

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It was New Year's Eve, the four champions converged where they had been meeting William by the lake. Cedric and Fleur were talking with each other when Harry had arrived while Viktor simply stood to the side not caring of what was happening at the moment.

"Good you're here." William walked towards the champion. "I'm afraid this is no social call or another teaching session." He continued somberly.

"What happened?" Cedric immediately questioned.

"I have a lead to who put Mr. Potter's name into the goblet," William shook his head. "I'm still following it will go." He added. "Have any of the teachers been giving you 'helpful' hints past the first task?"

"Professor Moody was rather impatient to know if I had figured the clue just yet." Cedric offered.

"Same with me." Harry nodded.

"I see." William clicked his tongue. "I want the both of you to stay vigilant, especially around your teachers." He instructed both Hogwarts's champions.

"Vhat is going on? Vhy are ve suspecting Hogvarts's staff?" Viktro asked.

"Oui."

"If my suspicions are indeed true, this isn't the first time the Dark Lord has had his followers infiltrate the school to kill one Harry Potter." William looked at the youngest champion. "Mr. Potter?"

"Yes." Harry looked at his shoes.

"From what I gathered, Professor Quirrel was possessed by the wraith of the Dark Lord in an attempt to steal the Philosopher's stone." William stated. "Then the Chamber of Secrets, the heir of Slytherin was referring to one Tom Marvolo Riddle."

William wrote the name in the air before flicking his wrist to rearrange the letters to form 'I am Lord Voldemort'

"Voldemort has attended Hogwarts, but I'm going on a tangent." William shook his head. "Just last year, Black's escape from Azkaban and the reveal that Peter Pettigrew was the Weasley's pet rat."

"How, how do you know that?" Harry stared at the man.

"The ghosts here are loose lipped Harry." William knelt down to Harry's height. "I asked and they answered.

"The same thing will happen this year too?" Cedric gasped.

"I can't say for sure, but yes it's a possibility," William nodded. "Mr. Potter's name being revealed as the tournament's fourth champion, despite the precautions put in place fits the pattern."

"What are we to do?" Fleur panicked.

"As I said, I am still following the lead I have, however, I did not call you here simply to inform you."

The four champions narrowed their eyes in curiosity.

"I am here to cast protective charms on you." William gestured towards his wand. "You four might feel some shocks, but that's just my brand of magic."

"Can it block the unforgivable curses?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately no, alongside the protective charms, I am also casting a compulsion curse on the four of you."

"Wha-no!" The four of them protested.

"It's not the imperious curse." William assured. "Remember the word I had shared to you the week before the first task? If you four are in any life-threating situation, you will be compelled to say the word."

"Wouldn't it be called cheating if we were compelled to say the word in a tournament known to have fatalities?" Cedric questioned.

"Of course, I have already taken that into account, the compulsion only takes effect if you hear the first two syllables of the unforgivable curses." William explained.

"What about ze times where we feel zat we are threatened but ze unforgivable curses weren't cast?"

"You are free to say the word as well."

The four champions looked at each other in contemplation. From William's words, it seemed like this protection would last a lifetime.

"I'll take it!" The four champions voiced out.

"Well then, all four of you surround me." William instructed. "You need to place the tip of your wands and your left hand anywhere on me and close your eyes." He added. "You might feel a bit shocked but don't open your eyes as soon as I tell you to."

The four champions followed the instructions presented and closed their eyes, anticipating whatever would happen.

"Shazam!" William muttered under his breath.

Lightning struck William and shocked the four champions. They persevered however and remained in their places with their eyes closed.

"Shazam!"

Another lightning struck the location where William once stood shocking the four champions unconscious.

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The Daily Prophet

Triwizard Champions Found Unconscious

By: Rita Skeeter

In what should have been a happy new year's celebration turned horrifying when yours truly, Rita Skeeter, found the four champions of the Triwizard Tournament by the school's lakeside. Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter were all found unconscious.

Headmaster Karkaroff and Headmistress Maxime all expressed disappointment with the school's rather lackluster security. They had a very thorough choice of words to express their disappointment.

According to various sources, it seemed like Mr. Potter had cast a sleep walking curse on his fellow champions as a prank and cast one on himself to avoid suspicion.

Mr. Potter was asked if the theory was true, as usual the boy-who-lived was tight-lipped and remarked about how secrets should stay a secret.

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Harry looked at the newspaper that Professor Mcgonagall had given him in her office.

"I swear Professor Mr. Batson had the four of us meet there like we used to." Harry justified.

"I know Mr. Potter, the headmaster and I received his message through a patronus and asked for permission." The Gryffindor's head of house. "I am simply here to discuss how you should address this situation."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing, you can be reckless and do stupid responses most of the time so I called you in here before you could even retaliate."

Harry had no words to retort with the Professor's logic. He knew it himself that he was tad bit reckless.

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Depending on how one looked at things, the weeks that lead up to the second task was either exciting or nerve-wracking.

Cedric had clued Harry in on how to actually get the clue from the golden egg that they had gotten from the first task.

Harry, Hermoine and Ron all worked together on deciphering the clue that he got but they were stuck how to breathe underwater for more or less than an hour.

The day of the second task came, and the champions found out that the clue was about their friends who they need to save from underwater.

Cedric and Fleur all used the bubble-head charm before diving underwater while Krum transfigured himself into an incomplete shark and gave himself gills.

Harry simply downed the gillyweed that Dobby had given him beforehand.

"Tied in first place are Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter! Both Hogwarts's champions!" Bagman announced. "Followed by Mr. Krum and then by Ms. Delacour!"

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The Mudblood

Second Task: Underwater Rescue

By: Billy Batson

The second task involved saving one of the champion's loved ones underwater. The champions were in a state of shock as soon as they found out what the second task entailed. Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour didn't waste any time and cast the bubble-head charm before diving down the lake, in an effort to save their loved ones who were unconscious underwater.

Viktor Krum transfigured himself into a shark in a bid to breathe underwater and swim faster to save his loved one underwater.

Harry Potter, without using his wand, suddenly gained gills and webbed limbs, both conducive for underwater travel. He immediately dove down the lake to see who his hostage was.

Some sources believed that Mr. Potter ate a gillyweed to turn himself into a sea creature for an hour.

The first one to surface was Fleur Delacour, she was unable to save her hostage, her younger sister Gabrielle Delacour, for she was attacked by a swarm of grindylows.

The next to surface was Cedric Diggory along with his hostage, Cho Chang, his date during the Yule Ball.

After Cedric was Viktor Krum alongside his hostage, Hermoine Granger, his date during the Yule Ball.

Harry Potter was the last to surface, even later than his hostage, Ron Weasley, his best friend, and Fleur's younger sister.

According to the merpeople, Harry had arrived to where the hostages were kept first but didn't surface immediately and waited for the other champions to rescue their hostages.

The second task ended with Potter and Diggory tying in first place, followed by Krum and then by Delacour.

Sirius Black Declared Innocent

By: Mary Atkinson

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Time passed and the reveal of the third task came. Viktor, Cedric and Harry were upset as soon as they saw that the Quidditch Pitch was turned into something unrecognizable. Something the three of them so loved was defiled to this degree.

"I assure you Mr. Krum, Mr. Diggory, Mr. Potter you'll have your Quidditch field back to the way it was, as soon as the third task is done." Bagman assured.

"A Maze." Viktor observed.

"Pretty hedges aren't they?" Bagman smiled. "Give it a few months and they'll be 20 feet high." He bragged.

"We seemply 'ave to get through ze maze?" Fleur questioned.

"There'll be obstacles and Professor Hagrid is providing us a number of creatures."

Harry winced at the information, he knew how dangerous some of Hagrid's creatures were.

"The champions with the highest amount of points will get a head start, meaning Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter will start first followed by Mr. Krum and Ms. Delacour." Bagman grinned. "Everyone should have a fighting chance depending on how one passes through the obstacles.

After the information dump for the final task, Harry and Viktor decided to talk for a bit while Fleur and Cedric went back inside the castle.

After walking towards the forest and talked for a bit, one of the judges, Mr. Crouch, turned up looking worse for wear. He was saying something along the lines of warning Dumbledore and it was his fault.

Harry ordered Viktor to stay while he got Professor Dumbledore.

Unfortunately by the time he and Dumbledore they only found Viktor sprawled to the ground and no sign of Crouch.

"What are you doing here gentlemen?" William walked towards the group.

"Harry claims to have seen Barty Crouch here in the forest, looking delirious." Dumbledore informed the journalist. "And Viktor claims that Crouch has attacked him." He continued.

"Appare Vestigium."

Lightning struck the tree that William faced and soon enough a visage of Crouch appeared on the tree alongside a visages Harry and Krum talking to him. After a few moments the Potter's visage vanished and a red circle hit the Krum's visage, before it fell beside the delirious image of Crouch.

A green beam hit Crouch's head before everything disappeared.

Skid marks that of a femur bone replaced the visages that lead towards Hagrid's hut before it disappeared.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the point where the femoral skid marks stopped and that location exploded, revealing a human femur.

"Revelio"

The bone turned into Barty Crouch senior.

William looked at Hagrid and then at Dumbledore.

"No Hagrid can't be Crouch's killer." The Headmaster shook his head. "Hagrid was expelled from the school in his third year, transfiguring a human to a bone is far too advanced for someone of Hagrid's skill level."

"I'm sorry for that Headmaster, as a former auror, you know I had to scratch names from the list." William apologized.

"It's quite alright my boy." Dumbledore smiled.

"Hagrid, could you fetch Igor Karkaroof, he needs to be informed of this."

"A former auror eh?" Moody.

"Retired." William shrugged. "Now I'm just a journalist."

"Even still, one must exercise CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody exclaimed.

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The Mudblood

Triwizard Tournament Casualty

By: William Joseph Batson

Bartemius Crouch Sr. was found dead at Hogwarts's grounds. People wonder if this was an assault or simply a casualty of the infamous tournament that was recently revived.

It is no secret that the Triwizard Tournament has an infamous death toll. The process of which the champions are chosen is through an ancient magical artifact, the Goblet of Fire. Little is known about this artifact, the Ministry and the School's involved are also in the dark as to what this magical artifact is capable of.

The Ministry claims that the champions selected by the Goblet were bound by a magical contract with failing to adhere to the contract, siphons the person's magic and/or life, hence the approval of Mr. Potter's participation, despite the new rule that underage students being ineligible to participate in the tournament, or at least submit their names to the said magical artifact.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement are hard at work at figuring out the cause of Mr. Crouch's death, whether it was mere happenstance or his death was part of the tournament altogether.

Despite the tragic passing of the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Ministry, by way of Minister Cornelius Fudge, has declared the third and final task to continue and he will take over Mr. Crouch's duties as judge.

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The Daily Prophet

HARRY POTTER: "DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS"

By: Rita Skeeter

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Witch Weekly

Harry Potter's Secret Heartache

By: Rita Skeeter

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The days leading up to the night of the third task was eventful, too eventful if you asked Harry.

Harry had been under Rita Skeeter's libelous attacks at the Daily Prophet ever since he and his fellow champions were found unconscious by the lake during New Year's Eve. During those days, Hermoine was hard at work to catch Rita Skeeter red handed and stop her from obtaining information through means that weren't ethical.

Even Hermoine fell to her libelous attacks and as a result, she was receiving many howlers for more than a day over the article about her supposed love triangle with Harry and Viktor

After the second task, Harry trained with Hermoine and Ron some spells that the Granger discovered in her research: the Impediment Curse and the Reductor Curse. He had even managed to surprise his friends that he already knew of the shield charms, but he was still having trouble with them, which was where they focusing their training most of the time.

"You're doing well considering things." Hermoine praised.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head. "When we champions trained with each other, Cedric's disarming charm could penetrate my shield charm and disarmed me of my wand."

"He is two years ahead of us." Ron offered. "As most of the champions are."

"I suppose."

None of the champions ever met with William after their meeting at during New Year's Eve. He had sent them a patronus to deliver a message, but those were simply well wishes and good lucks for the upcoming task.

In the same vein, the champions haven't met with Billy for an impromptu interview or otherwise. They still saw Colin who was taking photographs everywhere.

The day of the third task came and Harry found himself meeting with Professor Lupin and his godfather, Sirius Black, who was recently exonerated. It was a huge surprise to many to see the man who supposedly murdered his parents acting fatherly towards him. He couldn't bring himself to care because he finally have a family to call his own, one that would care for him.

The Weasleys also came to support Harry, as Molly and Arthur had come to see him as one of their own. Even when Percy was being a big prat, he knew that the former Gryffindor Head Boy, also supported him despite the other Weasley siblings sowing doubt about their brother.

As far as Harry knew, Percy was questioned about Mr. Crouch's death, or Ron claims, as he was doing Mr. Crouch's duties in the man's absence. It was probably a huge blow to him that the Minister of Magic himself has decided to take over Mr. Crouch's duties instead of Percy.

It was a huge miracle that Percy was even allowed to witness the third task altogether.

During his meeting with his godfathers and the Weasleys, Harry met the family members of his fellow champions: Fleur's mother, Viktor's parents and Cedric's parents. He had met Cedric's proud father back when he, Hermoine and the Weasleys watched the Quidditch World Cup alongside Cedric and his father.

Harry may not have shown it, he was a bit jealous of Cedric's relationship with his father. A father proud of his achievements, proud of him.

"Ignore him." Cedric offered. "Dad's been angry since Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament – you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts's champion."

"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?"

"Hasn't he read The Mudblood?" Harry questioned. "Hermoine says that paper has articles that reflect facts instead of Skeeter's gossips."

"Harry!" Molly admonished. "You know that's not polite."

Harry and Remus began to explain how a certain news magazine came to Hogwarts the year before and revealed Sirius's innocence and Pettigrew's betrayal.

"Remember a few months ago Mum? When Mr. Batson interviewed us?" Percy offered. "He's the owner of that news magazine."

"Really?" Molly's eyes widened. "Well then, he should've chosen a better name." She huffed.

"Can you give me that paper?" Cedric's father stated, not believing the claim until he'd seen it.

"All the students are subscribed." Cedric produced the paper in question, displaying the article about the Triwizard Tournament.

"Do you always carry that everywhere?" Harry elbowed the Hufflepuff.

"I knew something like this would happen, knowing my father." Cedric grinned. "So I made sure to bring my copy of the paper with me."

"Are you sure you're not supposed to be in Slytherin?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I'm hurt." Cedric playfully clutched his chest. "I've been nothing but a loyal Hufflepuff, I'm not about to leave you in the lion's den."

"I am a lion though." Harry smirked. "Shouldn't I be left in a lion's den?"

"A badger's sett then." Cedric grinned.

"I'm surprised you know about muggle terms." Harry hummed.

"Remember when William first arrived?"

"Yeah?"

"The next few months after were spent learning about animals and what muggles do with them." Cedric informed. "Including what to call a group of them, their life spans, and what to call their homes."

"You're taking muggle studies?"

"I want to work at the ministry like dad, well after becoming a professional Quidditch player." Cedric admitted. "Dad has said that the Ministry had business with the muggle government, I think it'll be good to know how to blend in?"

"Are you sure you're not supposed to be in Slytherin, Cedric?" Harry teased.

"Oh hush you git!" Cedric elbowed the youngest champion.

"Aside from the news magazine's name, I quite like this article." The Diggory Patriarch declared. "I'll get a subscription."

"Later, Amos." Cedric's mother voiced out. "We're here to support our son."

"Right!" Amos nodded. "You'll show him Ced, Beaten him once before, haven't you?"

"That Skeeter woman goes out of her way to cause trouble Amos." Molly huffed. "I would've thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry."

"You know Amos Molly, Cedric is his pride and joy." Mrs. Diggory offered.

"I know that, Aria." Molly sighed. "It's not fair that he'd blame Harry for Skeeter's work, is it?"

"I suppose not." Aria shook her head.

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The big night came, everyone came to the Quidditch Pitch to witness the third task. Each student supporting their preferred champion, with Beauxbatons supporting Fleur and Durmstrang supporting Viktor.

Hogwarts's student population however was divided, two major houses supported only one champion, and those were Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, supporting their respective champions, Cedric and Harry.

Slytherins majorly supported Viktor while a few supported both of Hogwarts's champions Ravenclaws on the other hand weren't united on who to support, some supported Durmstrang, some Beauxbatons, some even supported Hufflepuff's Cedric and some had supported Gryffindor's Harry.

When the signal was given, Harry and Cedric went into the maze at the same time.

Time passed and all the Triwizard Tournament participants were inside the maze. They each navigated the maze on their own using a variety of spells, Wand-Lighting charms and a Four- Point Spell were among the spells cast by all four of them.

As Cedric dodged the Blast-Ended Skrewt's tail when he saw lightning struck one part of the maze. Suddenly, a violent gust of wind threatened to lift him off the ground, he managed to hold unto the maze's hedge but the creature that was blocking his wasn't so lucky as he saw it blown a few feet away.

Cedric converged with Harry to the place where lightning struck and found both Viktor and Fleur unconscious.

"William said, we won't say the word if we're in the tournament." Harry voiced out.

"Do you think an unforgivable curse was used?" Cedric questioned.

"Surely Krum or Delacour wouldn't cast that, would they?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Cedric frowned. "We've never known them enough."

"Should we send Red sparks?"

"I think we should." Cedric nodded. "We'll know what happened after the task."

Cedric and Harry pointed their wands up and called the spell at the same time.

"Vermillous!"

Soon after, both Cedric and Harry went on their separate ways and continued to navigate through the maze.

The both of them were perplexed at the lightning that struck the maze, they knew the only way to have been forced to say the word during the tournament was if they heard someone say the first two syllables of any of the unforgivable curses.

As time went by, both Hogwarts champions met at a crossroads, with the Triwizard cup gleaming at the end of the corridor of hedges. Cedric was nearer to the cup so the Hufflepuff champion made a mad dash towards the prize.

Harry, never one to quit, immediately chased after Cedric, in the hopes of outrunning him.

That all changed when a huge spider dropped from above.

"Cedric look out!"

The Diggory was able to avoid getting flattened by the large spider and rolled backwards, just in time for Harry to arrive.

Cedric and Harry teamed up and cast jinxes, hexes and charms at the overgrown arachnid for little to no effect. It was so huge or so magical that none of their consecutive attacks were working against it. They wasted much time attacking one after the other that soon after the both of them were separated.

Harry was lifted in the air by the spider's pincers while Cedric continued to fire jinxes and spells at his gigantic enemy.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry's disarming spell worked but he was now dropped from high up.

"Arresto Momentum!"

Harry found himself suddenly suspended mere inches above the ground before he was unceremoniously dropped with a thud.

The large spider jumped and threatened to land where Cedric and Harry were standing

"Stupefy!"

The combination of both Harry's and Cedric's spells was just enough to throw the overgrown arachnid a few feet away from them, flattening some of the hedges as a result.

"You okay?" Cedric offered a hand towards Harry.

"I'll live." Harry breathed.

That was when both boys saw the gleaming Triwizard cup, and so started the argument of who should take the cup. They each listed reasons on why the other one should get it.

In the end, both of them decided to take the cup together and at the same time.

Cedric and Harry were unceremoniously dropped unto a graveyard as soon as they touched the Triwizard cup.

Said cup was flung away from them as soon as they arrived.

The boys took a small breather as they recuperated from the impromptu teleportation the two of them had been subjected to.

Harry looked at his surroundings, the sense of familiarity immediately hit him but he just can't place where.

"Where are we?" Cedric questioned as he looked around.

"I've been here before." Harry stated as the sense of dread was filling him.

Cedric looked at the cup then at his companion.

"The cup is a Portkey." Cedric informed the Potter. "Where'd you think this sent us?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head. "I just know I've been here before, in a dream."

"Part of the task then?" Cedric questioned.

"I don't think so." Harry denied. "The tournament is supposed to take place at the school."

"Wands out then?"

"Yeah."

Harry and Cedric let out their respective wands and held them tightly, ready to defend themselves from any possible threat.

"Cedric, get back to the cup!" Harry ordered as he traced his wand on the name engraved on the grave – Tom Riddle.

"Wha-?" Cedric rushed to his companion's side. "What are you talking about?!"

"Get back to the cup!" Harry repeated before crumpling to the ground.

Harry was holding his head, the side where his scar was located, as he screamed in pain.

Cedric tried to help his companion when he saw a figure holding a bundle covered with a single robe getting out from the house he hadn't noticed before.

The figure began to menacingly walk towards both boys.

"Who are you?!" Cedric pointed his wand at the figure. "What do you want?!"

"Kill the spare!" A voice that came from the robed bundle, hoarsely ordered.

"Ava-"

"SHAZAM!"

"-da Kedavra!

Lightning struck the ground a few meters away from Cedric as the green beam of light was expelled from the figure's wand.

"Cedric! No!"

A huge shockwave flung everyone in the area away from where they once stood, barring the unknown figure. The figure was barely able to stand his ground but the hood came off of the figure and revealed his true identity – Wormtail.

Harry was flung to a statue before dropping to the ground, wincing in pain.

Cedric was flung a few feet away before he dropped to the ground, lifeless.

"You!" Harry gasped.

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Cedric regained consciousness when he felt someone stepping on his face. He made a small opening on his eyes, just enough to see who was stepping on him but not enough to clue anyone that he had regained consciousness.

He was about to gasp upon seeing Voldemort's face above him, that was when he found out that he couldn't move, apart from his eyes and eyelids.

Suddenly, he remembered that he should be dead. He remembered the killing curse cast, with him as the intended target.

The killing curse somehow paralyzed him.

Cedric was on the verge of panicking when he saw Voldemort's face float away from him on top surviving the killing curse.

The Hufflepuff forced himself to calm down and try to discern the situation he found himself in.

In trying to discern his situation, he briefly got a glimpse of Harry bowing towards the Dark Lord, as if someone was forcing him to bow down.

"Cruci-"

"Shazam!"

-o!"

Cedric could hear thunder roaring and see lightning flashes in the sky as Harry was on the receiving end of the Cruciatus Curse. He could hear the Dark Lord putting Harry under the torture curse multiple times, which would cause Harry to shout the word William had given the four of them via the compulsion charm William placed on them.

Harry was even placed under the Imperious curse from what Cedric could hear.

The Diggory figured that the word that William taught them summoned lightning and wouldn't be of much help if the spell's effect was instantaneous like the Imperious curse or the Cruciatus curse unlike the killing curse where the target has a small window of time to dodge the spell.

A moment later, a lightning storm happened. Continuous flashes of lightning lit up the graveyard before lightning struck a statue near the Dark Lord.

The next thing Cedric knew was Harry dueling against Voldemort, that was when he knew Harry didn't learn much about dueling, considering the incompetent teachers Hogwarts's has had. If the both of them would be able to come out alive from this mess, he swore that he would get Harry up to speed when it comes to dueling.

As Harry and Voldemort dueled, multiple places were struck by lightning, especially near where the Death Eaters were standing. Some graves and statues were even blown to pieces.

The place where lightning struck multiple times was at the center of the dome that was created when Harry's disarming charm collided with Voldemort's killing curse.

The Death Eaters were busy casting some protection charms in the area, which were ultimately useless the lightning continually shattered them.

"Do nothing! Unless I command you!" Voldemort shrieked at them.

Cedric tried to roll but his body still seemed paralyzed, despite that he desperately tried to move his body so that he could assist his fellow Hogwarts's student. Somehow, he managed to roll his body on his stomach and saw what was happening.

Apparently, there was a lot of details that Cedric has missed from his earlier observations. For instance, there were a few gray silhouettes of people.

Ghosts?

The Diggory can clearly make out the apparent ghosts' facial structure and body. He could even see their mouth moving as if talking to Harry, who was responding only with nods.

"Now!" Cedric heard Harry scream and charge towards him.

As Harry zigzagged across the graveyard dodging: curses; spells and; graves, lightning struck the places where Harry had stepped on, intercepting other spells coming the boy's way.

Cedric on the other hand, despite his paralyzed state, wanted to make things a bit easier for Harry, he desperately rolled himself on his back towards Harry's direction.

Harry threw himself on Cedric's body then pointed his wand at the Triwizard cup.

"Accio"

Cedric felt something bumped the back of his head when he heard an applause. It seemed like he and Harry arrived back at the school.

He was then lulled back to unconsciousness.

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"Harry!"

Cedric screamed as he immediately sat up on his bed.

"Relax my boy." The Headmaster announced his presence. "I don't think Madame Pomfrey would appreciate her patients getting disturbed." He offered.

"Headmaster!"

"Good Evening Mr. Diggory." Dumbledore greeted.

"You have to warn everyone! He's back!" Cedric scampered to the Headmaster, stumbling a bit. "You-know-who's back!"

"Calm down Mr. Diggory." Dumbledore ordered. "Shouting and panicking will only lead to rash decisions."

Cedric took calming breaths. He agreed with the Headmaster's words that panicking would lead to irrational actions.

The Hufflepuff just couldn't help the guilt that he essentially let Harry battle the Dark Lord all on his own. He was supposed to be older than the boy-who-lived, someone with experience and he just lied on the ground and watched Potter battle you-know-who.

"If it's not too much to ask, my boy, would you consent to giving us your version of the story?" Dumbledore asked. "Harry claimed that you've been hit by the killing curse."

"The boy just woke up!" Madame Pomfrey growled. "You're already questioning him?!"

"I'm afraid it is necessary Poppy." Dumbledore sighed. "It is of utmost necessity that we include someone else's testimony, seeing as Fudge got Crouch Jr. kissed by a dementor."

"Another Dementor inside the school." Madame Pomfrey seethed.

Cedric could only stare at the two adults in the room. As far as he can put together, it seemed like Harry has already warned everyone who were at the Quidditch field of you-know-who's return but the Headmaster just implied that the ministry won't believe it.

"Crouch jr.?"

"Polyjuice potion." Dumbledore answered the Hufflepuff. "He was teaching as Professor Moody in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Someone impersonated one of the Headmaster's closest friends?

Cedric knew that Mad-eye Moody and the Headmaster were close friends by way of his father. Amos had commented about that during his conversation alone with his parents before the third task. The Diggory patriarch even remarked that there was no better teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts than Alastor Moody.

"Harry already told you his version of the story."

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "What we want to know is how you survived the killing curse, Harry was convinced that you had actually died."

"I don't know myself Professor." Cedric admitted. "I knew that a hooded figure aimed the killing curse at me. I felt myself getting blown away from the hit, then I blacked out."

"Felt getting blown away?"

"Yes!" Cedric nodded. "The next thing I knew was you-know-who stepping on my face."

"Were there anything else that happened during when the killing curse was cast?"

"There was lightning." Cedric admitted. "At the same time that the killing curse was cast, lightning struck the grass a small distance in front of me."

"Curious, quite curious." Dumbledore smiled.

"Sir, what about you-know-who?"

"Would you be willing to corroborate your story with Harry?"

"Of course sir!" Cedric nodded.

"I must warn you, the minister does not believe what you saw was real, Skeeter's article paints Potter as delusional."

"The Daily Prophet's rubbish anyway, and so is she." Cedric growled. "Her articles only serve to divide us."

"Ah yes, her articles are enchantingly nasty." Dumbledore nodded. "You know what this entails right Mr. Diggory?"

"Smear campaign against me, or my parents would strongly suggest to denounce what Harry stated?" Cedric questioned.

Hufflepuffs had the reputation of being naïve, weak, dumb and everything in-between. Cedric can say without a doubt that the students he met in his house weren't what their house's reputation seemed to imply, he certainly wasn't.

If there's one thing anyone can describe Cedric, it's that he's loyal. He is not about to leave Harry in the air just like that. He knew his name would be tarnished if he would side with the Gryffindor Triwizard champion, but he doesn't care about that, what he cares is that Harry would have someone to support him, to be there for him in times of need.

It's only fair.

After having Harry duel against the Dark Lord in the graveyard, it's the least he could do.

His reputation can recover, but life can't be.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"Then I will tell everyone what I saw and corroborate with Harry's story."

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The morning after, Cedric was still bedridden. He can certainly stand, walk and run but Madame Pomfrey insisted that he stay for a few days.

Apparently, William had given Madam Pomfrey some theories of Cedric's unconsciousness and his apparent paralysis. She certainly wasn't shocked when the Diggory told her and the Headmaster of his predicament at the graveyard.

"You're alive." Cedric's parents sobbed on him in relief. "My boy's alive!"

"Happy to be dad, mum." Cedric smiled.

"I didn't know that Harry Potter wanted to win the Triwizard Tournament that he'd use the killing curse." Amos growled. "I will have him arrested."

"Amos!" Aria called out. "That was Rita Skeeter's speculation, we shouldn't be believing her words."

"What if it's true Aria?!" Amos countered. "He has the gall to blame it on someone dead like you-know-who."

"He really has risen dad." Cedric somberly admitted. "I was there, Harry was almost killed."

"Why're you defending your killer Cedric?" Amos asked.

"I don't know how I survived the killing curse, but it wasn't Harry who cast it dad." Cedric assured his father. "I heard Harry thought I was dead, wasn't it enough that he brought me back to Hogwarts, to prove his innocence?"

"Your son has a point Amos." Aria offered. "Had Potter actually tried to kill our son, he wouldn't have brought incriminating evidence against him."

"I… I guess you have a point." Amos conceded. "I… I was this close to losing our son Aria, I don't know what I would do if we really had lost him."

"Everything will be fine dad, mum." Cedric assured. "Since I'm of age already, I can practice magic back home."

"I'll be bring home some Auror friends to get you up to speed."

"Thanks dad."

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"Before we begin our end of year feast, I have some announcements to make." Dumbledore stood somberly in front of the Hogwarts's student body and staff. "As you know, the Triwizard Tournament was held over the course of this year, its aim was to further and promote international magical understanding.

During the third task of the tournament, both Cedric Diggory's and Harry Potter's lives were endangered when they were portkeyed out of Hogwarts's premises by way of the Triwizard Cup. It is fortunate that both boys were able to return to the school alive."

Dumbledore looked at his audience and noted their reactions. Some were looking down and some were nodding.

"The ministry would strongly discourage what I am about to tell you, I believe it is for the greater good, that everyone present, be informed of what Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter witnessed while away from Hogwarts."

Dumbledore noticed that Diggory and Potter were gulping, anticipating the information.

"Lord Voldemort has returned."

The occupants of the great hall gasped. Panicked whispers filled the Great Hall as they tried to process what the Headmaster has just stated.

"As stated, The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so – either because they do not believe of Voldemort's return or they think that I should not tell you, as young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is preferable to lies and to say otherwise would be an insult to the sacrifices people have done to this day."

Harry and Cedric had their heads bowed as they remembered what they experienced at the graveyard.

"Every guest in this Hall will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again – in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

It is my belief – and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, we almost lost two students from our midst.

Remember the fallen. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to the people who were good, and kind, and brave, because they strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember the fallen."

Dumbledore ended his spiel and observed everyone's reactions.

Predictably, the panicked whispers did not cease nor did the fear in everyone's eyes fade. It was a natural reaction for students, who didn't know the horrors of the previous war, to react in such a way.

Dumbledore saw some Slytherin students roll their eyes and continued chatting with their peers.

"Yes, we all have a reason to be fearful that doesn't mean that our lives as we know it will cease." Dumbledore shouted. "We also have cause to celebrate, one of which is the conclusion of the Triwizard Tournament with no champion casualty."

The great hall clapped at the declaration.

"Another cause of celebration, is the awarding of victors to the Triwizard Tournament!" Dumbledore proclaimed. "Would the champions please join me here for the awarding?" The Headmaster called. "Would Beauxbaton's Headmistress join me please?"

With the Hogwarts's Headmaster's cue Cedric, Harry, Fleur and Viktor joined the staff and faced everyone in the great hall as Headmistress Maxime stood beside Dumbledore.

"To help me in awarding the house cup, please welcome Mr. Percy Ignatius Weasley!" Dumbledore announced.

Percy stood up from his table and joined Dumbledore and the Triwizard champions as the people in the great hall clapped.

With the absence of Durmstrang's Headmaster, Dumbledore and Maxime were left to award the prizes for the tournament's participants. They had awarded Fleur in third place and Viktor in second place.

"Before I proceed, Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter, the both of you touched the Triwizard cup at the same time." Dumbledore stated. "There's only one cup and two of you, how should we continue?"

"If I may headmaster, why don't we settle the tie with a duel?" Professor Snape suggested.

"What do you say Diggory? Potter?" Dumbledore asked.

"I refuse." Cedric declined the offer, to everyone's shock. "It wouldn't be fair to duel Harry as he is two or three years younger than me." He looked at the Potions master's eyes.

"According to your statement, you saw Potter duel you-know-who, wouldn't it be a fair assessment that he can hold his own against you?" Professor Snape offered.

"I'm afraid not Professor." Cedric shook his head. "Due to his inexperience, from what I witnessed, Harry's style of dueling is sloppy at best." He offered his assessment. "No offense." Cedric immediately added, facing Harry.

"None taken." Harry smiled.

"Considering the past three years of Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers we have had, two of which were incompetent and from what I heard from my fellow Hufflepuffs, Professor Lockheart's approach to dueling wasn't ideal." He offered his assessment.

"How so Mr. Diggory?" Professor Mcgonagall questioned.

"People told me that Professor Lockheart failed to teach them how to block unfriendly spells." Cedric relayed. "From what I have seen Harry do, I can't help but agree with that assessment."

"I see." Professor Snape sat down.

"Magnificent Diggory!" Professor Flitwick praised. "Yes I remember, you were your year's most talented duelist, no doubt your parent's influence."

"I try my best Professor." Cedric blushed.

"That still leaves the matter of the winner." Dumbledore pointed out. "There is one cup and two of you."

"Professor, if I may." Cedric offered.

"Yes Mr. Diggory?"

"Why don't Harry and I tie in for first place?"

"Are you sure you want to split your victory?" Dumbledore questioned. "Glory cannot be split, you both will share that, however there's the prize."

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed. "We can also split the prize between the two of us."

"Glad to know you agree with me mate, you're a good bloke." Cedric ruffled Harry's hair. "But yes Professor, we can split the prize." He nodded at the headmaster.

"Very well then." Dumbledore nodded.

Hogwarts's Headmaster urged the boys to take a few steps forward and raised and handed the boys the Triwizard Cup.

"I present you the Triwizard Tournament Winners: Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter!" Dumbledore declared.

The declaration earned a round of applause from the people present in the Great Hall from students – except from the Slytherin students –, teachers, staff and guests.

"On that note, let the feast begin!"

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"In a few hours, our guests from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be returning to their homes." Dumbledore announced. "As a special treat, why don't we show them our yearly tradition of awarding the house cup?"

Every Hogwarts student stood up and cheered.

"The current point standing are: In fourth place, Ravenclaw with 390 points; third place, Slytherin with 406 points; in second place, Gryffindor with 439 points; and in first place, with 445 points, Hufflepuff house."

Every Hufflepuff, from the students to the staff, cheered loudly. Some had even lifted their Triwizard champion and hoisted him in the air in pure glee.

"Congratulations Hufflepuff! You win the house cup!" Dumbledore declared.

The Headmaster clasped his hands together and raised them towards the banners that hung from the ceiling of the Great Hall. The Gryffindor banners were now replaced by Hufflepuff colors and insignia.

Every student in Hufflepuff threw their hats in the air in celebration, and those that were carrying Cedric, they opted to jump up high with glee.

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The Mudblood

Triwizard Tournament Winners

By: Billy Batson

Unforeseen events during the Triwizard Tournament has left Wizarding Britain holding their breaths as they waited for the announcement of the winners for the much acclaimed contest between schools. The sudden kidnapping of both Hogwarts's champions and the disappearance of Durmstrang's Headmaster has forced the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Games and Sports to postpone the announcement of the tournament's winners.

During today's End of year feast, Hogwarts's Headmaster has officially declared that both Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter winners of the Triwizard Tournament, a first since the tournament's creation. Various sources say that Professor Snape offered to have duel between the two participants' as tie breaker.

In true Hufflepuff fashion, Hufflepuff's champion, offered that both he and Gryffindor's champion be declared winners as the rules stated that whosoever touched the cup first shall be the winner of the tournament, and the both of them did touch the Triwizard cup at the same time.

It is unclear whether the recently concluded Triwizard Tournament signals the full revival of said competition as the champion's selection was rigged to gather four champions instead of three and the use of dangerous beasts, nesting ones, have been rather controversial.

We here at the Mudblood offer our sincerest congratulations to the participants of the Triwizard tournament and its winners Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter.

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she held the world (and i’m just living in it): the hogwarts express

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Based on this prompt lmao I did say that I might make a fic out of it ;-))))))

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Steam below in Adrien’s eyes, causing him to cough. People were shouting, things were screeching, wings were flapping, and thuds of suitcases could be heard amidst the general excitement and nervousness floating around Hogwarts Express. The trolley carrying his new leather trunk, labeled with a gold-stamped Gabriel emblem on the front. His cat, Plagg, was a notorious escape artist and it was clear with the amount of yowls and new holes in his wicker basket that he wanted out. He could feel Nathalie’s eyes boring into the back of his head as he stumbled towards an open door, pushing his heavy trolley a few inches more before he gave up and focused on lifting Plagg through the door and into a blessedly empty compartment.

He could barely lift the large wicker basket, what with the black cat being his usual annoying self and trying to claw his way out. Plagg jumped in the carrier, causing Adrien's hand to lose its grip on the corner of the basket—

A pair of hands — or rather, two pairs of hands — alleviated the weight of the basket some and caught the cumbersome thing before it could fall and allow Plagg a chance of escape. Adrien’s saviors helped him push the basket into the compartment with a shout of “One! Two! Three!” and met him with wide grins when they finally managed to get "the blasted thing," as one of them called it, into the compartment.

“Thanks,” Adrien smiled in the carefully doctored way that his father taught him, only for it to dissipate and a much more genuine one to take its place when he got a chance to look at the two people who helped him.

“‘Course,” the first one grinned, a tall, tanned boy with close-cropped hair. Brown eyes looked at him curiously from a pair of black glasses that looked a lot like the Muggle swimwear goggles Adrien’s father would sometimes make him wear in a swimsuit photoshoot. His companion giggled, a small girl with bluish-black hair pulled into two pigtails and captivating bluebell eyes.

“We’d better get’chor trunk,” she said, her blue eyes roving over Adrien’s face before she settled down at one end of his trunk, the boy at the other end. Adrien took the handle, guiding them to the floor of the train. Together, all three lifted it onto the train and into the corner of the compartment.

He was surprised that the both of them could lift it, considering that all of his belongings were in there, and a lot of the things his father provided were not cheap, nor light. He wondered what his companions would think of the amount of expensive parchment in his trunk. He wouldn't be surprised if he found a solid gold wizards' chess set.

The rest of Adrien’s parcels were lifted onto the train with ease. The tall boy held out his hand to Adrien and was about to say something when two trolleys appeared out of the smoke and shadows of other people, followed by two families.

The first trolley clearly was the girl's, as the trunk it held had been patched over with different fabric swatches in all colors, patterns, and sizes. A box sat atop it, holding her cat if the loopy cursive and cat motifs were anything to go off of. A large man, in stature and size, pushed it towards them, a smaller woman the size of the girl on his arm. The mother and father, Adrien presumed. They looked a lot different than his parents when his parents were together. They looked like they enjoyed each other's company.

“Nino! Marinette!” The pair looked up at the sound of their names being called. Adrien didn’t know what else to do but stand awkwardly as the two looked at each other before huge grins split their faces and they took off to join their families.

The boy -- his name was Nino -- rushed over and hugged his father and mother and then a little brother, laughing at something the father said. His trunk was covered in stickers ranging from large posters of both Muggle and wizarding bands (some of the people in them didn't move, so Adrien supposed those were Muggle bands) to smaller stickers of cars and ones Adrien realized the brother must have stuck on. A tawny owl sat atop the trunk, preening its glossy feathers. Adrien's father wanted to get him an owl, but Adrien wanted a cat instead. He liked cats.

Now, he was starting to think an owl probably would've been better.

Adrien looked around for Nathalie, but she’d probably left already, as usual. She never stuck around for long, always needing to do something for Gabriel Agreste. It was odd, like she trusted him to take care of himself but that usually meant that he had to figure what his father wanted out for himself, and that usually meant being alone. He sighed and hoisted himself into the compartment, resigning himself to a lonely train ride to Hogwarts as the whistle blew.

He had barely tucked himself into a corner of the compartment, trying not to listen to the loud chatter of other students around him, when two familiar trunks pushed their way into the compartment, followed by a familiar owl, a familiar cat box, several more parcels, and two laughing kids waving goodbye. It was the raven-haired girl and the tall boy — Marinette and Nino, was it?

The train began moving as they continued screaming out th window goodbyes to their parents and....Christmaster?

Odd nickname, if it was that.

Adrien had arrived at the station in a neatly pressed button-down shirt and pants, but it was clear that such formalities weren't necessary. The boy -- Nino, Nino, Nino -- was wearing ratty jeans and a large T-shirt that Adrien vaguely recalled had a mix of letters on the front. ACBC? ECDC? ACDC? He wasn't sure. The girl, however, was wearing a jean jacket and a paint-splattered white dress. The paint seemed intentional, which Adrien thought was very cool.

Once the train pulled out of the station, the tall boy tugged the smaller girl back to her seat as it seemed she didn’t want to stop waving in until they were totally out of sight. He had to pry her fingers from the window, making exaggerating grunting noises that the girl laughed wildly at. Once her last finger was free, Nino successfully shut the window and pushed her -- Marinette -- into the compartment, seemingly forgetting that they hadn't put away their trunks yet.

Marinette sprawled at his feet, laughing as Nino climbed over her and into the compartment, right across from Adrien. “Sorry about ditching you, dude, but our parents insisted on a picture by the train,” Nino explained, holding out his hand. “Nino, by the way. Lahiffe. And this mess—“ he prodded the giggling girl with his toe, “is Marinette Dupain-in-my-ass-Cheng. And you are?”

“Adrien,” he replied, shaking Nino’s hand. “Adrien Agreste.”

“Nice to meet you, Adrien Agreste,” Marinette smiled at him from the floor and held out a hand to him and Adrien could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

He shook her hand, but she had a different idea as her grip on his tightened and she pulled herself off of the floor, dusting off her skirt and taking a seat next to Nino on the cushy bench. Nino sniggered.

“What?” Adrien frowned at him, but Nino just shook his grin off his face. His mirth was soon replaced with a nervously excited energy that was, strangely, contagious.

“You ready for Hogwarts, Adrien Agreste?” Nino asked as he and Marinette procured their wands and rummaged around bags (for what, he wasn’t sure yet). Nino was positively wriggling with excitement as he held up his wand for Adrien to see. “Walnut, unicorn, twelve-and-three-quarters, pliant. I’m so excited. We’re going to be able to, like, create stuff outta thin air—” Nino snapped his fingers. “But I can’t wait for Quidditch. Man, I wanna be a Keeper.”

Adrien could only stare, wide-eyed, at Nino, who prattled on and on about anything about Hogwarts his mind could find. While Nino was going on about the secret passageways in the castle, he made eye contact with Marinette, who was miming him; Adrien nearly choked on the chocolate croissant that she had offered him from a box from her parents' bakery. She just grinned at him.

“You have a cat?" she asked, shoving a croissant into Nino's mouth, which stopped the monologue for a little bit. Adrien nodded. "Is he good with other cats? Because I bet Tikki's just waiting for a stretch after that long car ride."

"Plagg's….." Adrien grimaced. "He's not even good with humans. I don't know about other cats."

“Well, should we try?" Adrien just shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the clasps of the wicker basket. Plagg jumped out almost immediately, pouncing on Adrien's pocket. Adrien just chuckled and gave him his prize: a small slice of Camembert cheese.

He was vaguely aware of eyes on him. He looked up, only to find Marinette staring at him, an orange cat in her arms. "What?"

"You have a nice laugh," she said softly, an unfamiliar emotion in her eyes. It was a good emotion, though, if the heat erupting in Adrien's cheeks was any indication.

As it turned out, Tikki (Marinette's cat) and Plagg did get along quite well. They settled down in the space next to Adrien that had been previously covered with snacks off the trolley, all of which Adrien had bought to show appreciation for his newfound friends. At least, he hoped they'd have him.

They put on their robes just as the sky was beginning to darken. Adrien learned that Nino and Marinette had grown up together, which had just caused a lot of mischief in the Lahiffe and Dupain-Cheng households. Nino had a Muggle mother and “how she managed to keep her head on straight with us around, I have no idea.” They were quick to reveal any inside joke they came across, which quickly devovled into who could embarrass who first. Adrien couldn't recall a time where he's laughed this hard with a full belly. Conversation turned into rumours and gossip about Hogwarts and about the Battle of Hogwarts from nearly twenty years ago, to talking about the Houses. Neither Nino or Marinette knew which House they wanted to be Sorted into, and they had spent a good deal of the trip discussing each House and who had been in it.

Adrien wished he had the choice.

His father had been particularly adamant about Adrien becoming a Slytherin. Every Agreste had been Slytherin since, well, the first. Lo and behold, his cousin Felix had also been Sorted into Slytherin. Felix had also been chosen to be a prefect. It was like that for generations and generations, Head Boys, Prefects, et cetera. His father had hammered into him what was to be expected of him and from him once he stepped foot in Hogwarts.

He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be in Slytherin. He didn't like dungeons. He got enough of that at home, and he really didn't like home.

He could barely remember freezing on the boats and shuffling his way up to the castle with the other first years, he was so nervous. He might have bolted had Marinette not grasped his hand as they walked down the entrance hall, sending him a reassuring smile.

That alone sent a flood of warmth back into his system, and he sent her what he hoped was a grateful smile in return, but it probably looked like he had a toothache.

She was really pretty. She was like the princesses that the princes would save in the books he had in his room, but he suspected that she was also very different from those princesses. He suspected she could probably save herself.

She had a few different laughs: a loud, wild laugh, a small, giggly laugh, a laugh that that made her nose scrunch up cutely, and a few more, all of which he saw on the train and liked. A lot. He liked her smile a lot. She was a happy human being, and she made him feel happy too.

She made him feel a lot less lonely.

She didn’t let go of his hand as Professor Longbottom explained the Houses briefly in a small room off the side to the Great Hall. She didn’t let go as they marched under the huge, arching entryways, shuffled into what resembled a line and walked down the center of the Hall, stars twinkling above them mischievously amongst the floating ghosts and candles. The chatter of students quieted down, and only when they were silent did Adrien realize the whole school had been talking and bubbling amongst themselves.

She gave his hand a squeeze when he was among the first to be called up to the Sorting Hat. He glanced back at her, and her wide, beautiful blue eyes were comforting. He squeezed her hand in return and made his way up.

He sat on the stool, seeing hundreds of eyes bore into him as Professor Longbottom placed the hat on his head. He could see Felix sitting proudly amongst the Slytherins, a prefect’s badge glittering on his chest.

Hello, a snide voice spoke in his mind. Adrien nearly jumped out of his skin.

Jumpy, are we?, the voice spoke again amidst Adrien’s turmoil of thoughts. Hmmm. Another Agreste. Let’s see, quite a large heart, knowledgeable, quick on the feet. Longing to prove yourself — but not....hmm....

My father wants me in Slytherin, Adrien thought, albeit glumly.

But you don’t want to be, the hat mused. As you should, it won’t do you much good.....well then....”GRYFFINDOR!”

The row of gold and red under the lion hangings burst into raucous applause as Adrien numbly walked over to the nearest empty seat to back pats and hair ruffles. He grinned at the excitement of the people in his new House, but felt a growing sense of dread in his stomach. Marinette had been watching him take his seat and shot him a wide grin once they locked eyes that he couldn't help but mirror, but it did little to soothe his fears. He wished Marinette was right with him. He hoped she'd be Sorted into Gryffindor, too.

He glanced at the Slytherin table as the next person was Sorted into Hufflepuff. Felix was staring intently at him.

Slowly, he put his finger to his lips, as if he was telling Adrien he was going to keep it a secret from their family.

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Gladnis Week 2019 Prompt 1: Beach

Ignis tried his best not to look, but it was impossible given what was in his line of sight.  The advisor didn’t think Gladio would go through with the dare, apparently he’d been incorrect.  Noct and Prompto had been laughing it up the whole walk down to the beach, until Gladio un-wrapped the towel around his waist.  

The younger boys let a few whoops and hollers escape their lips, but they soon realized that Gladio was not embarrassed by his choice of swimwear. The man’s speedo clung to all the right parts of his toned body, and Ignis could feel his face heating despite the breeze. 

The prince became the first to grow bored. He discovered nothing he said would ruffle his shields feathers, and the barrage of crass jokes regarding Gladio’s package or his unit soon ceased. Prompto had his camera ready to document the humiliation but he too stopped eventually.  

Truth be told, he gave up after three photos.  

Gladio kept exaggeratedly posing and flexing his muscles for their amateur photographer.  The shining moment had been when his boyfriend popped one foot up on their cooler, and angled his groin right towards Prompto’s face. The blond had squawked loudly and made fake gagging noises while running away.

“I knew that would get rid of them.” Gladio chuckled as he lowered himself on a beach towel.  

“Why didn’t you tell them wearing a speedo wouldn’t bother you, love?” Ignis asked with a smile.

“Noct looked so happy after he won our bet, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”

“It was a stupid bet Gladio, who has staring contests anymore.”  He huffed good-naturedly while looking over to check on Noct and Prompto. They were already distracted, as the beach they’d traveled to had a spot for cliff diving.  The drop wasn’t more than fifteen feet but it was still fun. Watching his prince take a flying leap off the rock brought back a sudden memory.  “Oh!  I almost forgot, you tried professional diving back in high school didn’t you?”

“Yeah I did along with the revealing uniform.”  

“Well it suits you very well.  Do let me know if you need any help removing it later.”

Gladio smirked and reached out to pinch Ignis’ arm.  “Tease. Should I go embarrass them by doing a dive?”

Unable to stop the laughter that bubbled out of mouth Ignis smiled.  “Only if you did something ridiculously impressive, I don’t think Noct knows you took diving.” 

“Oh yeah that’s a good idea!” Gladio enthused as he got up again.  

Ignis couldn’t help himself as he let his eyes rove the full length of Gladio’s body.  It was a sunny day and the light had cast Gladio in a perfect glow.  The shield caught him ogling and winked at him when he reached his face.  “Go show them how it’s done.” Ignis calmly offered. “I’ll be waiting.”

“You just want to stare at my ass as I walk away!” Gladio huffed with a grin.  

Ignis didn’t answer but made a spinning symbol with his hand in hopes his boyfriend would turn around. He could barely keep a straight face but finally the man obliged and he was allowed his eye candy on this perfect day.  Thanks for reading! :) 

Please don’t plagiarize my work. 

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Aphrodisiac Jacket

Stella, 27, model

I used to know the girl, Kelly, She was, well… to call a spade a spade, a lesbian. She was one of the top fashion choreographers in town.

We worked together on a couple of projects and we got along fine. In fact, she tried to make a move on me once, but that was when i found out that i was not that way inclined, she dropped it. A sort of mutual respect and understanding developed and we became fast friends.

But she was terribly butch, though. She rode a big Harley Davidson motorbike all over town. With her height and manly build, she’d intimidate a lot of men with her self-assured confidence. I enjoyed going out with her because i liked to shock all those dumb guys so caught up with how a woman “ought to be”.

One night, as we went clubbing together, Kelly met a girl whose name i won’t mention. I never liked this girl right from the start. But kelly was pretty crazy about her all the same. I knew that no good would come of it.

Kelly was showing signs of the strain in their relationship.  Female homosexuality is generally not tolerated in our ultra-conservative society. And this girl, with her sweet little-girl-next-door looks, would exploit her innocent appearance, letting Kelly bear the brunt of the pressure. I think she toyed with kelly’s feelings a lot too. She was too young and immature and unstable for Kelly, who was very vulnerable herself despite her tough exterior.

One night, kelly came to my house in a shocking state. Her eyes were all red and puffy. I knew she had been crying. She had been drinking heavily too. Her breath stank of whiskey. She told me that the girl had decided to break off their relationship right on the night of her 18th birthday because she decided that she wasn’t lesbian after all. And Kelly had just got her a beautiful snakeskin jacket for her birthday.

We talked for a while and i tried to console her as best as i could. In the end, before she left, Kelly gave me the snakeskin jacket she was going to give that girl. She said i would be doing her favour by taking it as she couldn’t bear to look at it and wouldn’t want anyone else to have it. I accepted, of course. It was a pretty nice jacket… i did not wear it much though, as i did not look good in it.

The terrible thing was, that very night, Kelly had a fatal accident on her motorbike. It came as such a great shock to me, i never expected that strange, sad conversation of ours to be our last…

Anyway, the girl Kelly was going with joined our modelling agency. I wouldn’t talk to her at first. But later i found out that she was actually quite nice and we became friends. She had a boyfriend then and one day, the topic of Kelly came up and i told her about the jacket.

She felt really guilty about it all. And eventually, i gave the snakeskin jacket to her. It fitted her perfectly and she looked great in it! She wore it almost all the time.

We did a swimwear show together once at the Seaview Hotel. After the show, when we were alone together in the dressing room, i got a great shock when this young girl made a move on me!

I had said i felt a little rick in my neck and she offered to massage it for me when the others had gone. However, the next thing i knew her roving, agile, little hands were moving from the back of my neck down the front of my chest. I protested, embarrassed. But she said it was a massage technique to relax me.

Then she tried to kiss me, full on the lips. I didn’t know how to react, whether i should be angry or what. I ran out of the dressing room and avoided her for the next couple of weeks.

When i eventually saw her again, she had broken up with her boyfriend and cut her hair real short. We did not talk about what had happened, but when she tried to stick her hand up my skirt, i decided to avoid her completely.

In the end, she was kicked out of our agency because she was always making passes at the other girls. The next thing i heard about her was that she had become one of the most notorious lesbians in town. She even started to ride a Harley just like kelly used to do….

I wonder if that snakeskin jacket had anything to do with this? But it did not seem to affect me when i had it.

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You don't have to be an investor

The city has been named as one of the most exorbitant urban areas in the world, yet you can recognize Dubai in monetary settings. As a city that has an Expo 2020, the millennium midstand-obliging lodging system, for example, Rove and Hilton Garden Inn has an impact. Taxis measure badly according to models around the world, and you can take the metro as much as the Dh3. The city is flooded with decrepit meals too, especially around Al Muraqqabat Rd and Al Rigga Rd in Deira.

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Although there is speculation that is not wrong, there is another world to Dubai besides shopping and high-rise buildings. Look at the past, and you will find a rich social heritage that blends Bedouin, Arabic and Islamic traditions. For smart history training, visit the Etihad Museum and the Dubai Museum and after that go to Sheik Mohammed's Cultural Understanding Center for a direct question and answer session on Emirati culture. Meanwhile, check out the contemporary craftsmanship scene that is developing on Alserkal Avenue and witness the demonstration at the ship-framed Dubai Opera.

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Dubai is a cosmopolitan city, with expatriates forming 85% of the masses. There is no convincing motivation to cover your hair, shorts and shirts are fine in various places, and you can wear swimwear on the coastline or by the pool. It's a charming city too, so wear clothes at lunch and go out clubbing. In strip malls, mosques and souq, you must respect the Islamic culture of the environment by fine dressing, which shows verified shoulders and knees.

There are many places to visit in Dubai. The foreigners must visit them all. In order to Visit Dubai they need their own transport. They should not worry about transport if they don’t have, because in Dubai there are many Car lease Companies that provide rent a Car JLT with drivers (on customer’s request). This is best for the visitors. Because the driver will be one of locals of Dubai and will be comfortable with every one of the courses. He will drive you through the briefest course conceivable, accordingly sparing your time.

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