#she takes him out into the forbidden forest and beats his ass

[maladaptivewriting]

okay but a marylily and jegulus fake dating fic where james and lily pretend to date to make regulus and mary jealous, but then mary tries to kill james

[yawneon]

hcs for

percy jackson hcs for hogwarts color houses? (if you wanted to - maybe for reader too?)

(this has been marinating in my drafts for MONTHS)

PERCY JACKSON !

- im a firm believer in percy being harry in another universe

- if harry wasnt a BBBBBITCH

- gryffindor prefect whether you like it or not. (turned head boy, lily and james situation over here.)

- 1/3 star trio (somehow percy’s in it)

- would and could beat the shit out of harry potter

- IS DEFINITELY A QUIDDITCH PLAYER

- probably a seeker or a chaser but im getting off topic

- hes a prefect that all the first years look up to yk

- like those cool older students that you want to be when your fresh in high school.

- “percy is so cool!“ “i wanna be a prefect like percy!”

- loves the attention ngl

- sneaks around to ravenclaw table to sit with annabeth (or you) and then when he gets caught he goes “i was just asking her something!” when he knows damn well he was flirting with her.

- you can tell by the shit-eating grin on his face. ^

- definitely is in a organised wand fighting club

- most likely is a pain in the ass for the teachers but he gets good grades (thanks to his girlfriend) and he probably has saved the school from some sort of magical monster once or twice

- secretly avada kadavra’d a fly once (felt bad afterwards and held a funeral for the fly)

ANNABETH CHASE !

- ravenclaw head girl.

- 2/3 of the star trio

- everyone loves annabeth, shes like the star student.

- “ask annabeth she knows.” “annabeth can you help me with this question?”

- gods shes smart but shes more than that.

- she likes to hide away in one of the towers and she makes castles ans structures out of toothpicks she steals from the tables at breakfast, lunch and dinners.

- also a student alot of the first years look up to.

- but mainly the girls like annabeth.

- the ones who felt they weren’t ever going to be smart enough or were never going to amount to enough.

- annabeth would smile sweetly at them and remind them to believe in themselves.

- is the only person percy really listens to.

- percy could be messing around and not listening in a class and the moment annabeth even mutters a word starting with p hes sat on a chair, hands in his lap, posture straight and mouth SHUT.

GROVER UNDERWOOD !

- now i don’t want to stereotype… im not that type of girl.

- hufflepuff prefect

- AND BEFORE ALL OF YOU COME ALONG AND START WHINIGN AND CRYING “I HATE HUFFLEPUFF” BLAHS BALAHA BALAHA SHUT UP.

- he loves his house and takes so much pride in it

- i don’t think he’d like playing quidditch but he would be in the front row seats cheering on hufflepuff

- and if his house wasn’t playing he’s there cheering for percy

- 3/3 of the star trio.

- grover “my bf” underwood is a hufflepuff.

- alot of the younger kids look out for grover in a crowd

- especially the misbehaving gryffindor kids that are running away from clarrise

- if they can’t find percy they cower behind grover

- and grover being the big hearted boy he is he stands guard of the kids despite shitting his pants himself

- he loves his house.

- he loves care of magical beasts class

- all the new hufflepuff kids IN GENERAL always go to him for directions which makes him 1 too many times late to class. but im like so sure the teachers know and love him so they let him off with just a soft warning.

- “i’m so sorry professor! i was helping a first-“ “just sit down underwood.”

- to all those fans that watched fantastic beasts, grover is 100% using a tower like newt did with new beasts he finds.

- has probably accidentally wandered into the forbidden forest with annabeth and percy by chance. (he wanted to find a unicorn)

- some random slytherin kid picked on a hufflepuff first year and grover ripped the kid a new one. hes loyal to his house 💔

- he had to get a new wand once or twice because he used to chew on it in exams (when he got especially anxious)

CLARRISE LA RUE !

- despite her being sometimes rude

- i do think she’d also be in gryffindor 😭

- kinda like an arrogant, “im better than you” gryffindor

- like how she is in the show and most of the books towards percy

- but underneath her hard exterior shes soft towards the ones she loves and is close to

- also a quidditch GOD

- the most exhilirating beater to watch in quidditch.

- alot of first year girls also admire clarrise

- more so the ones that want to be strong and join quidditch.

- EXTREMELY PROUD TO BE A GRYFFINDOR

- she REPS THAT SHIT HARD

- “i think slytherin is co-“ “GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST HOUSE SHUT UP”

- extremely prideful of her colours and her house

- a little bit too much sometimes

- when someone loses house points you better pack it up and run because miss girl is hunting for you (looking at you percy)

LUKE CASTELLAN !

- erm

- slytherin head boy

- “luke is so cool!” “and hes hot..” “but percy’s better!”

- theres luke people and then theres percy people

- luke is alot more cunning in the sense that he openly does things to capture more hearts and beat percy in this ongoing war (he will be the hottest prefect.)

- probably descended from a line of gryffindors but then he popped out

- seeker in qudditch but also is a good chaser due to his build

- THE slytherin boy.

- he is so unbelievably good at quidditch and leads slytherin to most of their wins.

- another star student here

- “why can’t you be more like luke?”

- maybe has possibly been an inside spy for he who can not be named. (voldymort)

- definetly in that chamber of secrets fucking shit up

- such a helpful head boy.

- like he loves his house and will die in green

- this guy probably has every single passage in hogwarts mapped out perfectly like dimensions and all.

- may or may not be plotting something in the forbidden forest.

[legacyshenanigans]

Part 7 to the Marvolo x MC series.

Confession 💚🐍

Lil fluff, lil angst, lil kicking ass, and the moment everything changed.

Marvolo awoke, rolling over in his bed, seeing MC had left, and a note placed on the side table, he lazily reached over and grabbed it, sitting up to read it.

"Meet me at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest at noon x"

A small smile crossed his lips, before he felt eyes on him, looking over and seeing Rerek with his head raised from his vivarium, looking over at him, Marvolo rolled his eye's.

Marvolo: What do you have to say now? What whimsical sayings of love do you have for me reading a fucking note?

Rerek: *chuckles* The fact you smiled when reading it..

Marvolo: *clicks his tongue in irritation*

Rerek: You need to tell her...

Marvolo: *sighs as he lays back down*

Noon approached as Marvolo wandered down the path towards the forest entrance. Seeing MC stood near the tree line, she looked over and gave him a grin, he returned it. MC giggled and ran off into the forest, Marvolo smirked before running into the forest himself, after her.

MC ran through the trees, smiling to herself, wondering when he'd catch her, her breathing heavy, but excited. She came to a small area of flowers and stopped to catch her breath, she looked around, seeing and hearing nothing, before she was suddenly tackled down to the ground from behind, at first she panicked, before seeing Marvolos face looking down at her, as he lay on top of her body, he let out a smooth chuckle.

MC: *chuckles* I didn't even hear you!

Marvolo: I tread lightly and carefully *smirks* a deer wouldn't even hear me in these woods..

MC simply smiled at him, Marvolo couldn't help once again but admire her beauty in the light of the forest, his face becoming sultry as he leaned down closer to her face.

Marvolo: Perfection..Truly.

MC: *small giggle*

He kissed her lightly, very gently biting her bottom lip as he pulled back, the two of them just staring into eachothers eyes as they lay in the flowerbed. Marvolo felt his heart beat faster, Rereks voice echoing in his head that he had to tell her, and deep down, she knew how he felt, as she felt the same, but she needed to hear it from him, she craved it, more than anything, to hear him say those words.

Marvolos opened his mouth and took in a sharp breath as if he was about to speak, but it wouldn't come out.

Marvolo: I..I'm sorry *sits up and looks off into the forest*

MC: *sits up herself* Just, say it..

Marvolo: I can't..

MC: Why not?

Marvolo: Because it makes it real..

MC: Do you not want it to be real?

Marvolo: Do you not wish for us to remain how we are?...As we are in this moment?..As we have been far this last half a year?

MC: I feel like I already know what it is..So just say it.

Marvolo: MC..I'm not a good man..You know it wouldn't work..Why say, Those words. When we can't actually be together?

MC: I KNOW what you are..And I'm still here.. Aren't I?

Marvolo's face grew serious as he finally looked at her.

Marvolo: I would ruin your life..Trust me.

MC got onto her knees and shuffled over to him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

MC: We could run away together..

Marvolo: *sigh* That idea is but a dream..Its not that simple for me..

MC: Marvolo..Please..Just say those words..Just SAY how you feel..

Marvolo: Well as I said..I can't.

MC couldn't help but get upset and angry, she let her emotions take her slightly, biting back a little.

MC: I'm not going to hang around forever! And you'd be cruel to make me do so!

Marvolo: *frowns* I never expected you to hang around forever! If you want to leave, you can! If you want to stop this, ALL of this, You CAN!

MC: But I KNOW that isn't how you feel!!

Marvolo: Its not that fucking simple..You should know that.

They frowned at eachother, hurt and irritated by eachothers words, MC stood with a scoff and began to storm off.

Marvolo: Where are you going?!

MC: JUST...Leave me be...

Marvolo watched her as she disappeared out of sight, his nose crinkled, and his hand shaking, before he let out a growl and punched the tree next to him, hard, bloodying his knuckles, but with no reaction other than the anger and upset he was feeling in that moment. MC got to the edge of the forest and sank down next to a tree, tears streaming down her face as she sat and cried. Was he ever going to admit it? EVER?! she was filled with overwhelming emotion herself, Bitterness and sadness.

Marvolo wandered into his room when he got back, letting out an irritated sigh, he paced for a moment in his room before stopping at the window, looking out into the woods once more.

Rerek: .....Went well then?

Marvolo: Rerek, please.

Rerek: Did she..Reject you?!

Marvolo: I...I didn't say it.

Rerek: You fucking idiot.

Marvolo: *looks towards him* I couldn't!!

Rerek: Why the hell not?!

Marvolo sighed again, sitting on the floor in the corner next to the vivarium and holding out his arm, he often did this when wanted a calm and hushed conversation in Parseltongue with Rerek, he'd done this since he first had Rerek when he was younger, and Rerek knew instantly what to do, he slithered up Marvolos arm and around his shoulder, resting his head next to his ear.

Rerek: Talk to me..

Marvolo: ..Its hard Rerek..Its hard to say such words..I've never told a single soul that I love them..Because..Well..I never have before..And even if I did, its unrealistic, right? A relationship I mean, between her and I..It wouldn't work..Would it?

Rerek: Master..Even if you say it..And it doesn't end up working out.. You will know that you have loved and have BEEN loved. But..What if it DOES work?..Do you want to risk spending your life wondering, What if?

Marvolo: *closes his eyes and takes in a long inhale through his nose, before letting it out through his mouth* ...No.

Rerek: Then..Tell..Her.

Marvolo: ...Will you help me trace her steps from the forest?

Rerek: ..Of course.

MC definitely felt the need to blow off some steam after the days events, to get some of her anger out she decided to hunt down an Ashwinder camp, she stood watching the large camp, wand in hand, a heavy frown on her face before wandering over towards it.

Meanwhile Rerek lead Marvolo, following MC's scent, he stopped suddenly.

Marvolo: What's wrong?

Rerek: Isn't that Ashwinder camp this way?

Marvolo: *narrows his eye's*

That's when they heard it in the distance, a huge explosion, and the sounds of shouting and raging.

Marvolo: Shit!

Marvolo whipped out his wand, running for the camp as fast as he could.

Rerek: Master?! Urgh...There he goes..Guess I'm going too..

Rerek slowly and casually, made his way over towards the camp. Marvolo got to the entrance, looking around frantically at first, seeing fire and mayhem everywhere, dead bodies all over the place, before he spotted MC. She came out from behind one of the tents, absolutely glowing with power and strength, he'd never seen her look so fierce, she was followed by a small group of Ashwinders who were clearly under Imperio, she pointed towards another group of them

MC: KILL THEM!!!!

She screamed, as the cursed Ashwinders listened to her commands, Marvolo couldn't help but be impressed, even smiling as he witnessed it. His face then turned serious as he saw a man approach MC from behind. He bared his teeth and frowned shooting out a spell, the bolt flying and hitting the man behind MC, his body dropping to the floor, MC flinched slightly, looking at the body behind her before looking over towards Marvolo, she gave him a wicked grin, which he returned, as more Ashwinders came running over. Both he and her getting closer to eachother, all the while shooting spells and fighting with the gang, like it was some kind of messed up dance routine before finally reaching eachother and standing back to back, still attacking together, their hearts pounding in their chests. With her free hand, she reached back, holding Marvolos, he looked down and smirked before going back to annihilating gang members left right and centre. Once they'd taken them down and they turned to face eachother heavy breathing, and grinning at eachother. The leader of the gang finally emerged from his tent, looking furious, facing the pair.

Boss: You fucking cunts!

Both MC and Marvolo in unison lifted their wands, Both shouting "AVADA KEDAVRA!!" Their green bolts swirling together towards the man who stood there wide eyed for the split moment it took before they hit him, his body falling back, it was over.

They looked at eachother again, and both chuckled breathlessly, Marvolo grabbed MC's waist and pulled her into him, she looked up into his eye's, as he looked a her curiously. Rerek came down from the little perch he'd been sat on, watching the show, and slithered his way over, making his way up the pair and loosely coiling around them both, before resting his head on top of Marvolos, waiting in anticipation.

Marvolo: *gives MC a cheeky grin* You're crazy.. Aren't you?

MC: *smirks* Perhaps a little...I'm glad you showed up, Marvolo.

Marvolo: Me too.

Marvolo leaned forward, giving her an intense kiss, before pulling away.

Marvolo: MC..

MC: Mhmm?

Marvolo: *sighs* ..I love you..

A huge smile curled onto MC's face as she looked up at him.

MC: And I love you..

The two let out chuckles as they started kissing passionately again amongst the fire and bodies.

Rerek: Awwww..This is niiiiiiice.

Marvolo: *while still trying to kiss MC* Rerek, Shhhh.

💚

Bonus audio vid of the conversation in the forest between them that I made before I started writing this:

[smuttyazrael]

Was wondering if u could do more padfoot content? Like just padfoot maybe like in the forbidden forest

Sirius Black dreams

Word count: 326

Summary: Sirius Black sees a girl from the forbidden forest that reminds him of a really hot girl he went to school with. Before he knows it he's in a fantasty with that girl that he went to school with.

Warnings: Masturbation

Arriving into the forbidden forest without the Demetors noticing wasn't an easy task after making it Sirius head to the edge of the forest to watch the grounds. He changes back into human form and stays in the shadows. Even though he's bigger then in dog form he can't be seen by any students. He notices a girl that reminds him of a girl from his class.

He walks back deeper into the forest thinking about this girl. The sweet smell she would give off wherever she walked. Sirius didn't notice that he was rubbing his hardening cock. When it finally did get hard it was hard as nails. He hadn't cum in years.

He leans back into a tree. His pants pushed down under his cock and balls. He rubs his leaking head gathering the pre cum to use it as lubricant. He pictures the girls soft skill under his fingers. Her moaning loudly if he were to ever touch her. He wonders what she would have tasted like. Porbably sweet like her smell. He continues to jerk his cock with every thought crossing his mind.

He throws his head back in pleasure. THe bark from the tree iting into his ass. He doesn't care though. He us just chasing the high that comes with cumming.

He pictures himself licking her soaking wet pussy. He moaning out Sirius's name. He cums suddenly taking himself by surprise. Ropes of cum fly forward. His vision goes white for a moment. When it clears and his heart beat begins to return to normal. He opens his eyes and he can see the big load of his cum on the tree in front of him. He wipes the cum he got on his hand on the tree behind him.

He pulls up his pants with regret hoping no one comes across his cum before it dries and goes back to watching students to see if he will spot Harry.

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Pinky Promise

Summary: Fred and Y/N have been rivals for a while, but no matter if it was pranks, or quidditch or something else, they always had their limits to not hurt the other. In fact, for the past few months Y/N and Fred have been growing closer, and even developing feelings for each other, but everything changes when one of Fred's pranks go to far, and he needs to find a way to fix it to save their relationship.

Warnings: Swearing, Fred being kind of a dick, Reader getting angry, confrontation, some angst, kind of a lot of angst actually, ends in major fluff though, also humor because I may not not how to spell but I’m hilarious.

Word count: 2.7K

A/N: comin at cha with ANOTHER ENEMIES TO LOVERS FRED WEALSEY FIC??? Why am I so uncreative? Idk, anyways I hope you enjoy!

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You were beyond furious. You didn’t think there was a strong enough word to describe how angry you were, and you were pretty sure if you were any angrier steam would be coming out of your ears. And the reason for all this anger you may ask?

Fred Fucking Weasley

You stormed through the hallway, heading straight to the dining hall. It was late, and you barely anybody would be in there, but you knew he would be. 

You stopped in the doorway, scanning over the tables until your eyes landed on a familiar mop of red hair. Locking your eyes on your target, you stomped over, clutching your bag tightly in your right hand.

“Oh shit- what did you do this time?” You heard Lee whisper to Fred, as you got closer, but you paid him no mind, eyes locking with Fred’s, who had that same stupid smirk that he always did. It made your blood boil.

“Good evening love, how’s your night going?” Fred asked nonchalantly, as if you were friends and not life long enemies.

“I have to say, it was going quite well, until I found this” You seethed, slamming your bag onto the table in front of him. “Say, does this bag look familiar to you?”

“Nope, can’t say it does” Fred shrugged, but the glimmer in his eye said differently.

“Really? Why don’t you take a closer look” You insisted, grabbing the bag off the table, flipping open the top, and flipping it upside-down, causing an eruption of water to fall from the mouth of the bag.

The water continued for what felt like forever, pieces of paper and pens falling out with it as the contents emptied out onto the floor, soaking yours and Fred’s shoes, but neither of you made a move.

After the water had finally stopped, you threw the bag into his lap, causing him to look down at it, a thoughtful hand on his chin.

“You know, now that I’m looking more closely at it, it does look a bit familiar” He said simply, and judging by the nervous looks on George, and Lee’s face when they saw you, you for sure had steam coming out of your ears now, but you kept your composure.

“Oh, well that’s good. You see, I’m trying to solve a bit of a mystery of who could have done this. Would you have any ideas?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you.

By now, most of the cafeteria had cleared out. They have seen you and Fred get into heated arguments before. But this was different.

This was going to be fatal.

“No clue, but I have to say whoever thought of it is a bloody genius” He complimented, giving you a grin.

“Genius you say? So you think, flooding my one bag, and ruining all my homework, as well as my ten page essay that I’ve been working on all month, that’s due tomorrow... is Genius?” You asked, the calmness in your voice adding a coldness to the room that shot straight to everyone's bones.

And judging by the now terrified face Fred wore, he was feeling the effects of your voice as well.

“Oh, I see there's been a mix up, I’m actually George-”

“You are fucking not! Don't get me caught up in this” George interrupted, standing along with Lee to flee the scene 

“So sorry about him, Y/N, he can’t be helped. Try not to go to hard on him-” Lee started, but a quick glance his way shut him up instantly “Actually on second thought, do what you see fit, see ya Fred”

With that, George and Lee practically sprinted out of the dining hall, leaving you standing over Fred, who suddenly felt very small.

“I swear, I had no idea your essay was in there, if I had known I wouldn’t have-” Fred started apologizing, but was quickly cut off when your hand slammed down on the table beside you.

“You see Fred” You said, taking a seat on the bench next to him. “I think you did know. We’re in the same class, you’ve seen me working my ass off trying to get this essay done, and you’ve even asked for my notes, which I refused because of this kind of shit you pull” 

Fred swallowed thickly, his heart beating out of his chest at your anger. He had seen you angry before, and he’s been cross with you a few times as well, but those died down fairly quickly, and most of the time there weren't to many hard feelings. And you were right, he had seen you working on that essay, both in class, and at two in the morning in the library.

“Now” You continued “We’ve had out little quarrels in the past, you prank me, I prank you, you hit me with a quaffle at quidditch, I hit one back at you, nothing too serious. But this” She paused, picking a sopping wet pile of papers off the floor, and plopping it in front of him “Is really really fucking low. Did you know, I was already failing this class?”

The question put Fred on the spot, and he felt his heart sink to his stomach. He had always known you to be extremely smart and quick minded, so to hear you weren't doing so well in that class came as a surprise.

“Yeah, I’m failing because, fun fact, I’m fucking exhausted. I’m staying up till three in the morning every night, trying to get caught up in classes. I’m writing back and forward to my family constantly because they’re going through financial problems again, Umbridge is constantly writing me up for no reason, and on top of all of that, I still need to be worried about this” 

Your voice was beginning to shake a bit, and you both knew you were about to cry, but you were determined to keep the tears in until you were done. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“So... Fred, consider this little rival, or fight, or whatever the fuck this is, over. I’m done, you win, just please, for the love of fuck, leave me alone” 

With that, you stood up and left the dining hall, quickly wiping the stay tear that snuck out on your way. All the while, Fred sat in shocked silence. He had always seen your little back and forwards as friendly competition, and had even thought they were a bit flirty at times. In fact, you two had been getting a bit closer these last few months, and had even started hanging out as friends. But now, he had royally fucked that up, and he needed to fix it.

The next day, you were exhausted. You had spent a lot of the night crying, which you hated but all the pent up emotions just came flooding out. Yes, you were absolutely pissed at Fred, but most of all, you were hurt. In the last few months, you’re arguments had died down a bit, and you found yourselves hanging out from time to time, always accidentally, but you enjoyed his company none the less.

You had even begun to like him a bit, maybe even more than a friend. He was nice, and charming, and wicked funny, and always tried to make you smile, but now, after seeing how careless, and almost mean he had been, you knew you needed to shove those feelings down. So you did. 

Your first class was potions, which of course you had with Fred. He sat behind you, and for a while, he made the class bearable, passing notes back and forward. But now you were absolutely dreading it.

Fred was sat in his usual seat, waiting for you to walk in. He had come in early, hoping to get the chance to talk to you, but when you walked in just as class began, he knew he would need to try a different approach.

Not even five minutes into the class, you felt a piece of paper land beside your elbow on your desk. You looked down, finding a folded up piece of paper, which you immediately knew was Fred's.

You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head, but instead of turning around, you simply flicked the paper off your desk, returning your gaze to the chalkboard. A few minutes later, another piece of paper, this time on top of your notebook. Again, you flicked it off. 

Finally, five pieces of paper later, you smacked your quill down and picked up the newest piece of paper from your desk, unfolding it and looking it over, Fred watching you closely as you did

Can we please talk? I’m sorry

You finally turned around to meet the boys gaze, his eyes instantly lighting up at the change, but his spirits quickly fell when he saw your face, not angry, or frustrated, but sad.

You had had enough, facing the boy, you placed the paper back onto his own desk right as the professor dismissed the class, quickly slipping out of the room before Fred could follow you.

You avoided him like the plague the rest of the day. You didn’t have many other classes with him, and the ones you did share you made sure to find an empty seat far away from him, you even skipped lunch, choosing instead to read in your next class. 

You even skipped the class where your essay was due, not wanting to show up and hand over nothing, you decided to spend the rest of the day alone, and try to redo your assignment, even if you now only had a day to do it.

Fred only saw you again after class by the forbidden forest. He had found you pretty easily, you weren’t in any of your usual spots, so he knew this would be the next best spot to check. As he approached you, he found you had changed out of your uniform and were now in some joggers and a sweatshirt, sitting with your back against a rock as you scribbled in the notebook in front of you.

You chewed your lip as you tried to rewrite your essay, looking to your textbook and back every few second, before messing up on a word. Frustrated, you scribbled out the paragraph you had been working on and threw your notebook and quill to the side, resting your elbows on your knees as you held your head in your hands.

You quickly snapped out of it though when someone behind you cleared their throat, getting your attention and making you jump out of your skin. Panic surged through you, expecting a teacher, or worse, Umbridge, but the fear was soon replaced by irritation when you made eye contact with none other than the very red head you had spent all day trying to avoid.

“What do you want Fred?” You asked, turning back to face the forbidden forest, away from him. 

He didn’t answer, instead you were met with the sound of grass shuffling beneath his feet as he got closer, taking a seat before holding something out to you, causing you to look over at him.

It was your bag from yesterday, but now completely fixed and dry. It looked like brand new. 

You took the bag from him and looked it over, going over the seams and the straps before finally opening it, finding your notebooks, pens, and homework assignments all neatly tucked inside.

“How did you- When did-” you rambled trying to find the words and you shuffled through your belongings, finding them all intact and dry before finally turning to look at him “Why did you do this for me?”

Fred wasn’t expecting that question, but he still answered, looking down at the grass.

“I felt really bad after yesterday, and not just because of that stuff you... anyway, I know I went too far, and I shouldn't have done it in the first place, but I wanted to have a reason to talk to you I guess, and I did it in the worst way possible, and I wanted to make it up to you. I’m sorry”

You looked at him, before turning back to the bag, noticing there was something missing, but before you could say anything Fred continued.

“I was also able to save your essay, it took a while but it was all there. I was going to give it to you in class, but you didn’t show up so I turned it in for you and said you were sick. I got to read some of it by the way, its really good and I would be surprised if you-”

Fred was cut off by you moving your bag to the side and turning to face him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a hug. 

Fred was too shocked to move for a second, but quickly found himself returning the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you closer. You sat like that for a minute, your face buried in his neck as a thousand emotions flooded over you. Finally, you pulled away, looking him in the eye.

“I’m not saying I’m not entirely grateful” you started “But you could have just come and talked to me, why did you feel you needed to do that to talk to me?”

At this, Fred’s face began to heat up a bit and he looked back down, fiddling with the grass. He was hoping to fix your friendship and move on, maybe one day growing to be something more, but now he was faced with the choice to tell you his feelings, or lie, and he didn’t want to deny it anymore.

“We’ve always had our little competitions and stuff, ever since we were kids, and for a while we really hated each other. But then, these last few months I got to know you a lot more, and I always knew you were funny, but you’ve got a wicked sense of humor, and you’re super smart, and are always helping people, and you’re always kind to everyone you meet, and I thought I might have had a crush or something. And I didn’t really know how to interact with you in a not competition way, and I didn’t want to freak you out, but after the bag, seeing how it hurt you, it broke me. And I realized that I liked you a lot more than I thought I did”

Fred looked up at you, waiting for your reaction. Were you angry, upset, happy? Your face wasn’t giving him any signs, but then, a small smile crept to your lips, and despite how hard you tried to fight it.

You laughed.

“I’m sorry” You started, trying to fight the laughter bubbling in your chest “I’m not laughing at you, I’m not, it’s just-” Another laugh. “God were just a bunch of idiots aren't we?”

Fred was looking at you like you’d gone crazy

“What do you mean?”

“I like you too dumb ass” You confessed.

“You... oh... Oh!” Fred exclaimed, finally putting the pieces together. “Wow, I really fucked up didn’t I”

“Oh for sure” you nodded, causing Fred to let out a groan, shaking his head before looking back to you, a smile on his face.

Without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the rest of the space between you and pressing your lips to his. Fred returned the action, bringing a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in closer, deepening the kiss.

After a few seconds, you both pulled away, each with goofy smiles on your faces.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” Fred asked.

“Only if you promise to never do it again” you said

“Deal” Fred answered quickly, holding out his pinky to you, which you wrapped your own pinky around, shaking on the agreement.

“Wow a pinky promise, that's some hard core shit” You joked in a serious tone.

“Hey, if it means I get to spend more time with you, I’d pinky promise to anything” Fred replied, to which you gave him a feigned shocked expression.

“Anything?! Aww, you like me like me” you teased, laughing as Fred playfully pushed your shoulder.

“Shut up you like me like me too” Fred argued

“That is true” you nodded, before smiling and grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him into another kiss, smiling as he pulled you even closer.

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A/N: Heeey, so I was hit with the biggest surge of motivation today and I literally got two weeks of homework done, deep clean my room, and wrote this, so if I go dark for a few months its probably because I’ve used my adrenaline budget for the year lol.

But seriously, I know this fic gets a bit... deep ig? Idk, I’ve been going through it recently and I wanted some angst that would actually reflect how I would react in that situation if you know what I mean? Like I see a long of angsts where the love interest does something really mean, but a simple apology solves everything and yeah. No hate if that’s your writing style, its just not my thing, and I wanted to express my emotions through here, because nobody directly fucked up an entire month of my work but it certainly feels that way sometimes.

Anyways, rant over, I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave any feedback or recommendations you may have.

[batfamtv]

I was wondering if you can do a request with Finnick Odair and my oc/me (Hannah). You don’t have to use my name, but it’s Hannah if you do. So here’s some backstory. So Hannah’s father is a district 1 victor of the hunger games, her mother is a stylist and her father lived in the capital now due to district 1’s privileges. Hannah was born and raised in the capital, but was taunt by her parents to be anti hunger games, due to her father being in the games and seeingnn the horrors along with being traumatized by seeing them when she was 8. So her and finnick met while her mother was his stylist in the games. They became friends and caught feelings when they were 16. She was one of the only person who knew the truth about his “many lovers” and she was there to help him through it. They started dating when they were 19 and when they were 21, they were able to sneak Hannah back on the train with them into district 4. The capital tried to get her back, but since this was great publicity and stuff, they just left it because it wasn’t as important. Finnick proposed to her in the capital before the 75th games. She was kidnapped and toutured by the capital with Joanna and Peeta before being rescued by Gale and the others she was also tortured with the tracker jacke serum which made her extremely paranoid. So maybe you can do something where Hannah and finnick get reunited in district 13 after she was rescued.

i would pull you from the tide

finnick odair x f!reader

in between the screams and the pain, you see finnick.

you remember the first time you meet him: young, handsome boy with a playful smile. he didn’t like you at first, thinking you were just another spoilt capitolite, but you and your family were kind, making sure he was being cared for while he stayed at the capitol (snow’s orders) for his ‘clients’.

“hi finnick dear,” your mother had introduced you then, “this is my daughter, y/n. she’s your age and wanted to meet you.” finnick had eyed you from top to bottom, but didn’t say anything other than a stiff nod. you had remained there beside your mother, almost feeling hurt for his coldness, if not for the sympathy you felt for him when he emerged out of the arena.

you also remember the first time he had actually let you in: when you came by his capitol apartment to bring him the stew your parents made for dinner, and finnick was there, crying on the floor. you knew what snow was making him do, and your family have been trying hard to make sure the victors are safe and protected here in the capitol, but you can only do so much. finnick had stared at you then, and you expected him to yell at you, to flinch when you came closer, to shove you away when your arms wrapped around him. instead, he held onto you, and cried in your arms. “i hate it here,” he had mumbled against you, “i hate it, i hate it, i hate it!” and there was nothing for you to say but “i’m sorry” and “i’m here finnick, i won’t leave you alone.”

you saw him every year, yet with another set of tributes from his district. but finnick wasn’t cold to you anymore, instead sought you whenever he had free time, because you loved to hear stories about the ocean, and how one time he saw a huge whale breach the surface of the water, and you felt his youth glowing from him, and you had decided then and there that finnick odair deserves to be happy.

“you should come to district four sometimes, y/n,” he had told you enthusiastically, even though you both knew it was forbidden to travel between districts. the wishful thinking was enough though, as you watch him remember the ocean, and you could see the ocean itself in his eyes, “i know you’ll love it!”

nodding, you ran your hands through his hair, almost smelling the saltiness of the sea in him, “yeah,” you had smiled at him, “maybe i will.”

more of those years go by in your mind, but when you open your eyes, you are still somewhat trapped in time. shivering from the cold, sore from all the beatings, you can hear peeta’s cry from a couple of cells down. you also hear johanna’s voice, she’s calling out to you, wondering if you are still alive.

“y/n?” she asks. “are you there?”

“yes,” you croak, the sound gravelly and painful. you struggle to move closer to johanna’s cell and you can almost see her grinning face.

“good,” you hear her say, “finnick would kick my ass so hard if you died.”

absolutely exhausted and pained, you close your eyes, and more memories come.

you don’t remember exactly when your feelings for him changed, but when it did, it hit hard. you remember staring at finnick, and blushing whenever he caught you.

“were you looking at me, y/n?” one eyebrow raised, he tossed another sugar cube up in the air before catching it in his mouth.

blushing red, you shook your head vehemently, “no! why would i do that?”

he shrugged, “well, i am pretty attractive.”

he tossed another sugar cube, but failed to catch it. hearing your laugh, he turned to face you with a dramatic frown. you only shook your head, “sure you are,” before turning away (absolutely hoping he didn’t see your face burn bright red after you jokingly admitted to him that you did, after all, find him attractive).

he would always smile that teasing and boyish smile before sauntering toward you and making you even more flustered. you remember one night when it was really bad for him, limping towards his apartment because he was hurt by one of his clients, and you had fussed over him, worry etched on your face. you remember him crying against you as you held him, and him whispering to you that you kept him sane. you had fallen asleep like that, arms around finnick odair, silently hoping you could do more to protect him from this life. 

finnick odair had loved you then, maybe way before then, but he didn’t tell you yet.

and perhaps, one of the reasons why he was so reluctant to tell you, and everyone else about what he felt, was because he knew the president would set his eyes on you. and finnick didn’t like that.

you remember the smile on finnick’s face, so so bright and beautiful, when he saw you get out of the train in district four. your parents snuck you out of the capitol to surprise him, and he was both worried and exhilarated. you also remember how nice it was in his district, especially that one night when you both walked by the shore at night under the full moon, when he had kissed your lips so softly as though he was scared to break you. you remember the warmth in your chest that exploded throughout your body when you threw your arms around him and kissed him back.

when you open your eyes again, it’s another day. you’re sure that you’re awake for most of the time, when they beat you up and submerge you under the water, but you don’t remember any of it. something in your mind tells you that you may have pushed those memories away, locked them deep down and all you can remember is finnick, finnick, finnick.

one of the worst days of your life was when he was reaped for the quarter quell. your family had been contacted by plutarch heavensbee immediately after, and you remember how plutarch silently apologized to you that finnick got reaped, and you made him promise to get finnick alive.

“katniss everdeen is our priority.”

“then make him second,” you pleaded, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “please.”

plutarch had nodded grimly, and you promised to yourself that you would do anything it takes to keep finnick alive.

the night before the games, he brought you to the rooftop. you were scared, for him, for the rebellion, for everything. you were scared that everything was going to change.

“not all change is bad,” finnick reassured you as he took both of your hands in his. “for example,” he smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip, “when this is over, we can get married.”

“what?” your eyes widened at his statement. he pulled out a ring, something so simple and yet beautiful (and resembled the one you were sure you saw at a shop while in district four).

“when there are no more games,” he smiled as he slid the ring to your ring finger, “when can get married. build a cottage by the sea.”

you admired the ring on your finger, overwhelmed by the proclamation and enticed by the thought of waking up next to finnick odair in your own little seaside cottage. then you threw your arms around him, pressing your lips on his with a smile.

“this is why you need to win,” you whispered against his lips.

finnick nodded, “this is why i need to win.”

the next time you’re conscious, you can hear peeta’s screams again. you’re too tired to move, limbs too sore to use and so you just lay there. as peeta’s screams for katniss faded into the background, you hear finnick’s voice.

finnick screaming your name.

you remember watching him run aimlessly through the forest, the sound of your voice calling him. “y/n! y/n!”

katniss tried to tell him that the voices are from jabberjays, they weren’t real. but finnick was inconsolable, insisting that jabberjays copy sounds from the source.

“please, let me go!” he had yelled at katniss. “they got her, they got y/n!”

he was panicked, crying for you, and you couldn’t do anything but watch as it went on for an hour. you wanted to console him right then and there, to hold him and reassure him that you’re fine, but you weren’t able to.

you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you hear his voice again. finnick’s not screaming your name, but he is whispering it. something warm covers your hand, and you almost flinch if not for the familiarity of it. when you do open your eyes, you are met by a bright light, almost harsh, but most of all--

“finnick,” you whisper, and your voice is hoarse.

finnick exhales when he looks into your eyes and sees that you’re really here, you’re alive. he cups your hand in his, pressing kisses on it as he tries to keep his tears from falling. “y/n, how are you feeling?”

you don’t know what to tell him. confused as to where you are. tired and sore. relieved to see that he’s here in front of you. in love.

despite all of this, you can only think of one thing. the one thing you’ve always felt whenever you look into finnick odair’s eyes.

“happy.”

finnick smiles boyishly, as he look down, clearly flustered. it takes someone special to make him flustered like that, and it’s always been you.

he reaches over to plant a gentle kiss on your temple, nose, cheek, and then lips. “me too.”

[animeyanderelover]

Is it alright if I request prompt 47 again, since I've already requested it once?! This time with Grell?

That’s fine with me dear.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, clinginess, violence, blood

Prompt 47: “Telling me I’m crazy sounds wrong. Let’s...just say I’m madly in love with you.”

“Grell! What the heck?! Stop beating this guy up! You know exactly that you’ll get in troubles again with William!”, you yelled at her whilst trying to pull her from the man covered in black. He looked shitty and you dearly hoped he was still alive. “No! Let me go! He flirted with you today and I’ll kill him for this! I clearly heard how he called you disrespectful names! Just wait until I’m finished with this piece of trash!”, Grell protested loudly whilst struggling to free herself out of your grip. She was a grim reaper and was so much stronger than you. She could have ripped you off of her with ease, but she held back because she didn’t want to hurt you. You knew that you should probably be scared of seeing her beating someone up all bloody with the intention to kill him, but as sad as it may sounded, you were so used to it by now. Your main priority now was to save this man from dying a brutal death, you could later on feel scared. You tried with all of your strength to pull her back, but she just dragged you forwards like you were nothing at all.

“Grell! Try to think rationally! If William finds out what you’ve been doing this past few weeks he’ll take your death scythe from you and you’ll have to work overtime! That would mean you’ll have less time to spend with me!” When she suddenly stopped struggling you knew that you had gotten to her with these words. You knew exactly that Grell would do almost anything to spend time with you and you dearly hoped it would be enough to save this man. “You do have a point.”, she mumbled and you let a quiet sigh of relief out. It seemed like it would work. She slowly turned around to you. “However...” Oh no! “That doesn’t change the fact that he has seen me right now. And it is forbidden that humans know of our existence. And this guy here has a big mouth so I doubt he would keep it shut.” That was true though, but still. “We have nearly the twentieth century! No one would believe him!”, you tried to reason with her. “Can you guarantee that?”, she asked you. You wanted to answer, but couldn’t. You couldn’t because you couldn’t guarantee it. That he would keep his mouth shut was just wishful thinking from your side. Your silence confirmed her thoughts. She sighed. “I know that you don’t like me killing people. But first of all, it’s my job to kill people and second of all, I did tell you at the beginning of our relationship what would happen to anyone who dares to touch you.”

Relationship?! Which relationship?! This whole thing had been literally forced from the very beginning! Kidnapping you, dragging you to the cottage in the forest and locking you up in there didn’t count as a relationship! But you were wise enough to not tell her this. She pulled her death scythe out and started it. “If you don’t want to see this I would advice you to go away.” She slowly stepped towards the man who had slowly sat up and stared with terrified eyes at the grinning grim reaper. “No! Show mercy! I won’t tell anyone! I promise!” He looked desperately in your way. “You! Help me!” You watched his facial expression twisting into an ugly mask made out of fear. Pure fear. You had seen that face so often that it didn’t have much of an effect on you. You slumped your shoulders and turned around, leaving the both of them alone. You glanced one last time back and mouthed silently to the man:”I’m sorry.” Then you just walked away from the scene, ignoring the scared cries and pleads of the man and not once turning back. You walked behind the corner of the alley and leaned against it. You still Heard- the screams of the man echoing through the walls. Grell should just kill him. Why torturing the poor man so much? But then again, she liked to take her time with people who did you wrong. You felt a bit bad for him. No! Stop that! Stop feeling guilty! You took a deep breath to calm down. Feeling guilty wouldn’t do you anything good. It would just make you suffer more.

And just like that it suddenly became quiet. The screaming of the man had stopped. So she was done. You heard footsteps approaching you fastly before she stood right next to you, blood all splashed over her. You knew what she wanted to do and before she could do it you lifted your hand in a stopping manner. “Don’t hug me. You’re covered in blood and I’m not in the mood to get dirtied. It’s also so hard to wash blood out of clothes. Take a bath and then we can talk about cuddling. Grell gave you a confused look before she started pouting. You gave her a suspicious look before slowly turning around and walking towards the forest. “Let’s just go home and hope that William won’t find out about this or else you won’t be able to use that Death Scythe of yours again.” It wasn’t like she didn’t have other weapons. Truth to be told in your house she had a whole room filled with weapons, weapons and more weapons. It was hidden in the basement. And Grell had created this room for the simple reason so she would still have weapons if William should ever take her Death Scythe away. You guessed you should be glad that William didn’t decide to get rid of you after he found out about you, but Grell could be really annoying if she wanted too and had convinced William more or less to let her keep you. You could sympathize with William since the both of you seemed to suffer from a similar fate. Both of you were forced to spend a lot of time with the red clothed grim reaper. William when he was working with her and you when Grell was at home. You suspected that this was the reason why he had decided to let you live. Because you both were victims of Grell.

Suddenly you felt a force hitting you from behind. You needed a moment until you realized what this force was. Two strong arms squeezing nearly all the air out of you. “...Grell!!”, you yelled angrily and started thrashing around you. Damn it! You could feel how she smeared all the blood from her clothes and body on yours. “You idiot! Didn’t I tell you to wait until you’ve cleaned yourself up?!” You broke free from her grip and looked pissed off down you. As you had feared. You had blood on your whole body and it smelled terribly! “Just look what you’ve done! I’m completely dirty! And now I have to scrub my ass off to get rid of the blood from my clothes! Thank you very much Grell!” You panted heavily after your short outburst and glared angrily at her. She on the other hand had an adoring look on her face. “Uhh! I love it when you show your fire! But try to look at it from the positive side! Now we can take a bath to clean ourselves up!” Was that supposed to be a good thing?! You didn’t think so! “What the hell?! Do you think that’s a good thing?! For me it’s not! Are you crazy or something like this?!” Grell didn’t seem offended in the least bit. Instead her smile widened upon hearing your angry yelling voice. “Telling me I’m crazy sounds wrong. Let’s...just say I’m madly in love with you.”

You stopped glaring at her. What was the use in wasting all of your energy? You didn’t even know what kind of reaction you had hoped to get from her with your yelling. Did you want her to feel angry? Did you want her to feel remorse? You didn’t know, but you knew that whatever reaction you had hoped to get from her, it would be useless. You looked down on your filthy clothes. “You clean that up. You were the one who ruined them.”, you told her more calmer. “If that’s what you want!”, she answered thrilled and grabbed your hand in hers, dragging you fastly back to the forest, back to the house so the both of you could take a bath together.

[absolutelyinvinciblebritishgent]

What if the Sound Trio survived and became Leaf ninjas?

Headcanons under the cut (bitch, it’s a lot of headcanons)

~ Chunin Exam Finals/Invasion~

Dosu was shown to be suspicious of Orochimaru because of the whole Sasuke/curse mark thing and seemed like he wasn’t wanting to be a part of Orochimaru’s shit anymore so he’s the one who realizes something is up

Rather than face Gaara he somehow finds out about sand’s allegiance with sound (overhearing Baki and Kabuto on the way to Gaara, eavesdropping on Orochimaru [because, again, sus], etc...) and that’s what pushes him to defect from sound (also how he manages to live)

Dosu, Zaku, and Kin aren’t necessarily close, but in the anime Dosu did sort of say he was gonna get revenge on behalf of Zaku for what happened to his arms so there is a sense of something there (whether it be friendship, camaraderie, or just wanting to stick together to survive... idk) and Dosu tells his teammates what’s up and convinces them that they gotta GTFO

Zaku is a little more difficult to convince because why would Orochimaru do that to him? He saved Zaku from being a street rat, he gave Zaku power

Dosu ain’t having it and is like “if you wish to stay behind then that is your decision, in the end it is better for us to not have to carry any dead weight” (obviously referring to Zaku’s inability to do anything because of his arms)

Dosu then proceeds to tell Zaku how he no longer serves a purpose without his arms and he was nice enough to still want to take Zaku with him, Orochimaru would not be so kind

Zaku is upset because he knows Dosu has a point and they all leave

They (read: Dosu) decide that their best chance of survival is staying in Konoha because, the minute they leave, the sound village/Orochimaru will be gunning for their asses and also they’d be missing-nin, so others would try to kill them too

But what can they do to assure they don’t get imprisoned or killed due to having worked under Orochimaru? Rat out the sound village and give all the information they know/found out about the invasion and sand’s involvement

Third Hokage is a cool dude and also was Orochimaru’s teacher so he knows the kind of power this bitch can have over people which is why he agrees to let the sound trio stay and have them watched by Anbu

Dosu does not participate in the chunin exam finals because witness protection, or something

The invasion still happens because Orochimaru ain’t stupid. His “pawns” are nowhere to be found so it’s likely they’re betraying him, so obviously he makes changes to the plan

Dosu, Kin, and Zaku do not participate in fighting off the invasion because, uh, super strict house arrest orders???

Third Hokage dies and this FREAKS the trio out because a) oh shit Orochimaru actually did it and b) we’re only allowed to be here because of him, so what’s going to happen to us

Council is deciding what to do with them and has them staying hidden/as they were, but what’s more important to them is finding Tsunade and having her take over as Hokage so the trio are just anxiously chilling

Tsunade is Hokage now and she decides to let them stay because they turned their backs on Orochimaru and also she trusts Sarutobi’s judgment on letting them stay initially, but they are still going to be watched by Anbu to be sure

Naruto and co. find out about the trio and they are PISSED because “not only did you try to kill Sasuke, not only are you from the village that attacked us, not only did you work for Orochimaru but you did nothing to defend Konoha during the invasion. If you want to be a part of this village then you should have helped”

Tsunade tells these bitches to simmer down. They were under Anbu house arrest. She’s Hokage and they need to respect her decision. Also Zaku, let’s fix your arms.

~Sasuke Retrieval Arc~

Everyone is immediately on the trio’s ass because “we knew you couldn’t be trusted”

Tsunade has to tell everyone to stfu again

The trio want to go (to prove themselves) and feel they can be of assistance but Tsunade is like Catherine of Aragon because she says there’s no no no no NO WAY. It’s already a dangerous mission, it might be more so for them because Orochimaru is probably after their heads for betraying him and knows all of their skills

Everything about the arc is the same until the point where Shikamaru, Kiba, and Lee need help. Instead of the Sand Siblings being the ones to arrive it’s the sound trio

Zaku saves Kiba... mainly because I imagine them being friends once the trio are accepted and I just want this to be the beginning of their friendship. How he saves him idk because I’m not creative when it comes to fights

Kin saves Shikamaru. Again idk how. Zaku’s slicing sounds waves make more sense here because they work similar to Temari’s fan but I want it to be Kin because kunoichi vs. kunoichi, genjutsu vs. genjutsu, and also the idea of Kin saving the guy who beat her in such an embarrassing way does something to me, but also is a sort of redemption? I just want this battle to show off how skilled Kin can be because she was very underutilized and kinda weak in the original story and I love her so much, she deserves to do cool shit. So let her outsmart Tayuya and, in a way, she is outsmarting Shikamaru because he had no more plans to fall back on

Dosu saves Lee. Again, idk how and, again, I think Zaku’s slicing sound waves would be better here because they can keep Kimimaro (a close range fighter) at bay but I guess seeing Dosu and Kimimaro throwing hands would be cool. And then you have that redemption moment with Lee because Dosu kicked his ass in the forest of death and now he’s saving Lee!

After the mission, despite its failure, the trio are accepted as leaf shinobi and are introduced to their new sensei: cue Anko crashing through the window with a big sign introducing herself again

Similarly to the moment when Naruto spoke out and Anko threw a kunai at him, Zaku gives a snide comment and Anko is immediately at his throat, and then she’s like “JK! But don’t say that again you little shit!”

Anko was chosen to lead the trio due to her past with Orochimaru and because of that she can better understand them

~Other Headcanons~

It took the Konoha 12 a while to accept the trio. The first ones to accept them were Kiba, Lee, and Shikamaru (duh) but also Choji and even Naruto. Choji became cool with them when he found out Shikamaru was cool with them because he trusts Shikamaru’s judgment, and despite originally trying to kill his teammate, Naruto accepts them because they came out and helped so that means they’re a-okay in his book. Neji was slightly taken aback but also accepted them pretty quickly. Basically, the retrieval team was like “yeah okay” and vouch for them.

The ones who took the longest to come around were Ino and Sakura because did y’all just forget what happened at the forest of death???

As I said, I imagine Kiba and Zaku being friends. Mainly because I feel they have similar personalities in the sense that they’re both pretty cocky, boisterous, and talk shit. I imagine them kinda being like rivals in the sense of they’re always trying to one up each other

Zaku is still not fond of Shino because of the whole bugs in arms thing so whenever Shino is around Zaku is just like “I hate your teammate” to Kiba

Kin/Shikamaru could potentially replace the Temari/Shikamaru relationship. Both Kin and Temari are very similar in the sense of being an ex-villain, being viewed as scarier/more intense compared to the Konoha girls, being older by a couple years, and they both lost (well, Temari technically won but we all know she lost) to Shikamaru. Because of this the Kin/Shikamaru relationship wouldn’t be all that different to how the Temari/Shikamaru relationship is shown

That being said I love the sand siblings and don’t want them gone and because of how similar I feel Kin and Temari are they become really good friends and Kin enjoys when Temari visits. They both make Shikamaru’s life hell though. Double Trouble™️

Also I said potentially because I like exploring the idea of Kin/Zaku or Kin/Dosu (:

Dosu and Shino actually get along really well (much to the dismay of Zaku). They’re the type of people where they can sit in silence with each other and it’s just chill. And when they have to work together they kinda have flawless teamwork and don’t even need to speak to know what the other plans on doing

Kin and Sakura actually get along now? They’re not best friends by any means but they can be civil and respect each other

Team Kurenai and Team Sand are the teams that the trio get along with the best/most easily tho

Kin cut her hair to her lower back. Cue everyone cracking jokes about Neji and Kin looking the same from behind. Kin stops tying her hair after that

The trio have really well trained ears because back in Otogakure they had to learn to pick up on the subtlest of sounds in order to spy on enemies and communicate at such a low volume that to any normal ear sounds like silence but to them the message is loud and clear

Because of this they’re all amazing singers (Dosu is the best tho because he has the best trained ear. Seriously, being able to tell what someone is writing based on the sounds of their pencil? Skills.) and everyone likes hearing them sing.

That being said, despite being from the land of sound they didn’t actually know any songs because the sound village doesn’t really do music. It was forbidden because no one is allowed joy in the land of sound. Jk. But it did have to do with depriving people of normalcy because Orochimaru was creating an army of followers

This little singing/music tidbit was discovered by Naruto and he took it upon himself to show the trio music. It wasn’t all good music, but it’s music!

Also, despite being the best singer, Dosu doesn’t really do it. Dude doesn’t even hum. He’ll only sing if Kin and Zaku start pestering or if Anko wants him to

The first (and only) time Kin and Zaku saw Dosu cry was shortly after they became leaf shinobi. Anko and Tsunade were telling the team how brave it was for them to leave Orochimaru and sound behind, and Anko especially complimented Dosu on taking him and his team out of that situation. Kin and Zaku had been trying to hold back tears and keep up their tough image but the minute they saw Dosu crying, not trying to wipe away his tears or hide them or anything they lost it

No one talks about their little crying session. It’s a secret

Despite getting his arms fixed by Tsunade, Zaku still has problems with them, especially his right one (I think that’s the one that got blown off) and needs to get them treated consistently. Partly due to the fact they he didn’t give himself all the time to heal after Tsunade fixed him because he went to help the retrieval team and, mainly, because of Orochimaru’s experiments. Like, essentially Zaku’s air tube surgery was actually kind of botched and, for lack of a better term, experimental, and is fucking with the nerves and muscles and chakra in his arms and kinda eating away at them. And the crazy damage he took from getting his arms blown off only fucked everything up more

Eventually Zaku gets a better version of his air tube in his left arm and has to completely replace the right arm with a cool prosthetic that lets him do stronger/cooler jutsus

Kin has combined singing with her genjutsu and has created a sort of mind control jutsu... I may or may not have gotten this idea while listening to Come Little Children and remembering that Sarah Sanderson would control kids with song

The trio think Sasuke is a fUCKING DUMBASS for willingly going with Orochimaru. Like, bitch we had to leave that no good asshole for the betterment of our lives and you just waltz out of Konoha and straight into his arms?! What is you doing Uchiha?!

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helloo. would it be possible for you to write a #1 fantasy prompt for kuroo please? ♡ congratulations by the way ^^

aaa finally a fantasy one !! thank you luvie <3

the brightest witch of her time

( hogwarts!au because harry potter is a fantasy novel you can’t say otherwise )

brightest witch of her time. kuroo tetsurou let out a scoff as he watched ravenclaw’s most famous and well-respected student scurry back and forth inside the library carrying a mountain of books. it’s not like him to actually hate a fellow student, especially someone in his year. but oh boy, do you get in his nerves.

to be fair, he did feel a little guilty for hating you without your knowledge. however, the thought of him being guilty with you as the reason made him weirdly angrier. he concluded that it was probably his superiority complex acting up. as a gryffindor, he did need to protect his pride as much as possible, and his competitiveness is obviously drilled down deep in his nature.

“you’re gonna poke a hole on her body. stop glaring.” kozume kenma, his best friend and also one of the students from gryffindor, reprimanded him in a hushed tone. tetsurou rolled his eyes. “oh i wish a hole would grow on her body.”

kenma sighed, closed the book he was reading and faced his friend with a scowl. “what did y/n even do to you?”

tetsurou pursed his lips and finally looked away from you. “i have no idea. she’s just annoying.” kenma then turned to get a glimpse of your busy little figure and gave a soft chuckle. “i don’t get it.”

“yeah, you never will.” tetsurou whined and forced himself to focus on his textbook about healing potions and whatnot. the thought of severus snape whacking his head for turning in a half-assed essay was enough to snap him back to reality and continue studying.

you and tetsurou used to have a civil relationship. with ravenclaw and gryffindor having an enormous amount of classes together during their first few years at hogwarts, it was only natural for the two houses to form unlikely friendships with each other. it was no doubt that ravenclaw students are exceptionally intelligent, they are known for that trait after all. that nature had caused an inevitable yet somewhat healthy competition between the two houses that used essays, homeworks, and exams as criteria to determine which house is actually better in academics. the punishment was the losing house gets to give their points to the other house.

surprisingly, the results varied a lot. gryffindor would take the lead for one subject, and then suddenly during the next one, ravenclaw would overtake them. the system was like that, and everyone loved some competition and it motivated them to work harder, especially tetsurou who was named as the smartest gryffindor of his year.

take note, smartest gryffindor. not smartest hogwarts student. not smartest wizard. just the most intelligent person in his house and more specifically, in his year.

you, despite the varying results of the ravenclaw versus gryffindor academic competition, were the only consistent thing in the said system. you always, always got the highest marks for essays, exams, and homework no matter what the subject. and it annoyed tetsurou. because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many all-nighters he pulled, he was always nowhere near to beating you.

the annoyance bubbled into hatred once he started hearing your nickname: the brightest witch of your time. he was very much jealous of the fact that each and every educator in hogwarts acknowledged your skills. hell, even snape, head of the slytherin house, infamous for his unreasonable actions towards his students that are not from his house, had favored you because you were just that good. tetsurou then spent the following years just trying to compete with you (he even joined the quidditch team and got in as a seeker, but his interest quickly dissipated when he realized you weren’t even interested in playing quidditch).

despite being just one spot below you in academics, he still remained number one in terms of popularity, and oh boy did he take pride in that.

“hey, tetsu.” a chirpy girl from slytherin suddenly greeted him while he was chilling in front of the fireplace in the gryffindor common room.

“how did you get in here?” he smirked and reached out to plant a kiss on the girl, to which she giggled flirtatiously in response. tetsurou felt kenma roll his eyes beside him, but paid no attention to the pudding-haired boy and continued making out with the girl (whose name he doesn’t even remember).

“i have my ways.” she replied in a muffled and out-of-breath tone, showing a hint of exhaustion from tetsurou’s intense kiss.

“you’re naughty, ain’t ya?”

the two of them continued flirting until kenma suddenly spoke.

“oh? y/n.”

tetsurou’s head snapped towards kenma’s direction. “what about her?”

“why are you so worked up?” kenma narrowed his eyes as he gave the slytherin girl a disgusted expression. “she’s walking towards the forbidden forest.” he explained and pointed outside the window. and lo and behold, you were there, walking in the dark without any care in the world with a small light emitting from your wand.

“what?!” tetsurou was now standing up, dropping the girl sitting on his lap. she clicked her tongue and attempted to return to their original position, but failed because tetsurou suddenly dashed outside the common room.

“ugh, that bitch.” she mumbled under her breath, gritting her teeth.

“you know kuroo doesn’t even know you, right?” kenma told her, not even giving her a glance as he flipped through his book. the girl grunted in response and left, fuming.

tetsurou’s sweat was covering his field of vision, but he found himself running as fast as he can, not even thinking about what kind of punishment lies beyond him and you once the teachers find out you were out during the night.

he then found you on the entrance of the forest, your wand still emitting the same small light. he panted, putting his hands on his knees.

“oi, y/n! what the hell are you doing out here?” he yelled. you immediately turned around to face him, and he noticed you turned pale once you realized someone was there with you.

“none of your business, kuroo.” you snapped.

tetsurou felt his frustration bubble up because of your reply. “wow, rude much?”

“just leave me alone.”

“jeez, suit yourself.” tetsurou snapped back and turned to walk away. he walked for about five steps and when he turned around, you were suddenly gone. it’s as if you were air or something. “what the fuck..” he muttered. there was no sign of you anywhere. he composed himself and went to follow you inside the forbidden forest.

he took out his wand and muttered “lumos.” as he walked in a straight line, trying to find any sign of your presence. his wand lit up, but his hands were still shaking in nervousness. going into the forbidden forest was not allowed because the forest can literally kill you, and the all of the hogwarts students are aware of this fact, so why the hell is tetsurou risking his life looking for you?

he walked for about another ten minutes when he heard galloping. what the fuck, centaurs?! he frantically tried to remember any kind of offensive and defensive spells he learned in class and hid behind a tree, his heart rate increasing as the galloping sound became nearer and clearer.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. calm down.” he heard a sweet female voice say. he angled his position to get a glimpse of the person who owned the voice and let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the voice came from you. his eyes widened as you reached your hand to touch the most beautiful, most peaceful, most elegant creature tetsurou has ever seen. its skin was pure gold, and its hair was very, very soft like clouds. the creature emitted an angelic yet somehow intense aura which spiked his curiousity even further.

he walked towards you and the creature quietly, despite trying his hardest not to make his presence known. you snapped, still not moving your hand away from the creature and turned around with your wand pointing out towards tetsurou. you cursed under your breath and let out a sigh of relief when the light of your wand flashed into his familiar face. you did not acknowledge his presence any further and continued petting the horse-like animal, but tetsurou didn’t care. he reached out his hand as well and much to his happiness, the creature did not move away.

“what are you?” he found himself asking the creature, of course, it did not respond. it was worth a try, he thought, chuckling to himself. he heard you giggle slightly when you heard his question. “it’s a unicorn.” you answered. “this one’s a baby, though. i wonder where his parents are.”

“where’s the horn?” he asked once more, this time looking at you.

“like i said, it’s a baby.”

he wondered how you knew about that information, but shrugged it off after realizing you are the most intelligent student in hogwarts. “you could get in trouble for this.” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. you scowled, still not meeting his eyes. “no shit, sherlock. it’s called the forbidden forest for a reason.”

he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “i’m just saying. jeez, why are you here anyway?” he asked in a rhetoric manner. the two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, admiring the golden unicorn, before you spoke again.

“i go here because i want to see them for myself.” you said with a serious expression. tetsurou was surprised because you actually answered his question, but remained silent as a cue for you to continue. “it’s fun learning about a few of them in class and all, but i want to see the real ones. the dangerous ones. the creatures we’re not allowed to see. i want to learn.”

tetsurou was astonished. for the first time since he met you, he understood why people were calling you the brightest witch of your time. it wasn’t just about your memorization skills or your talents in uttering spells and making potions, it was also your hunger for new information. your need to learn about the unknown, about the things hogwarts had purposely left out in its curriculum. he looked down, a pang of guilt striking through his chest as he remembered what malicious things he had said, thought, and felt about you. tetsurou was so goddamn wrong about you, and he hated that. a part of him wished you were just the annoying ravenclaw he always knew, but it was refreshing to know that in some way, you were more than that.

he sighed, and as he did, he finally caught your attention and you looked up at him. “what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“just..” he paused. “the next time you come here, tell me, okay?”

you gave him a suspicious look. “why? you’re not going to tell on me? you know telling someone would cost ravenclaw a lot of points, right? and gryffindor would finally win house cup?” you asked, not trusting him one bit.

“i wanna learn more.” he simply said. “and being a snitch is petty. i’d rather beat you fair and square.”

you didn’t answer but instead just laughed in response. the two of stayed there for a good five minutes until finally returning back to the dorms. before the two of you parted ways, you stopped in your tracks and faced him once more.

“meet me there thirty minutes after dinner everyday.” you just said and ran off to your own common room. he just stood there, shocked at what you just did. when he came back to his senses, he smiled to himself. with finally having something to look forward to for the first time in years, he walked back to his room with a spring in his step.

“you look chipper.” kenma said as tetsurou finally reached his dorm room.

“do you know that a baby unicorn’s skin is gold?” he asked, grinning.

“i did not know that.” kenma replied rather nonchalantly.

“yeah, me neither.”

this took a long time to finish bc i can’t remember jack shit about harry potter but i wanted to push the gryffindor!kuroo agenda so much. hope you liked this! requests for 100-follower special is still open. see this for more info!

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Dark Bako give us your forbidden Leon/Raihan/Sonia Headcanons. I’ve loved your OG rival friendgroup since your original comic and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.

Hells Yeah thats the good food anon 

1/ sadly I am Not coherent or like. good with words yknow. so this will be laid out in the most chaotic manner; 2/ I dont really ship them romantically? so this will just be like. childhood friends stuff. they have a long history with each other I just love laying in it and feeling it for a moment here and there. I love them so much. and 3/ there are bullet points here that I’ve talked about before in the tags of my art posts or on my twitter. forgive me for being repetitive with them they’re all kinda from the same body of hcs yknow they go with each other like Leon, Raihan, and Sonia haha dyou see what I did there

- Sonia and Leon knew each other since birth basically, and they met Raihan when they started out on their adventure. they were all picked up by Mustard, Raihan has too different a style so Mustard kinda thinks of him as a smartass, Leon still calls him ‘uncle Mustard’, and Sonia still sends him things about swordfighting whenever she can

- oh yeah Sonia fences. she absolutely fences. c’mon she’s a history nerd of course she fences

- Leon used to dabble too but then he got kind of insanely busy? and couldn’t find the time to practice for a long stretch of time (nobody properly taught him how to manage his own time he had to learn by himself) so he’s not good at it anymore. if they fence one on one Sonia can kick his ass

- Raihan’s hitbox is too big so he sat that one out entirely. no thank you

- Leon is Big time a theatre kid. if he were any less into pokemon battling he would have absolutely grown up to be a shakespearean actor. he also just loves capes but that’s a him thing (and a trans thing) 

- he also knows enough sewing to fix his own clothes. Sonia wanted to sew too but her eyesight is bad enough that she couldn’t hand sew things so she didn’t pick it up as a kid. she has badgered Leon into customizing her accessories many times

- Raihan’s parents are professors, and his family is a foster family for foreign students, so he’s very good at dealing with kids, but like. in the fun brother way. as in kids fucking love him but do Not expect peace when he babysits

- which is funny because Raihan himself is chill. he’s done acting out now. he was one of those kids that are way too aware of their own youth? so he knew and acknowledged very intimately the kind of joy being chaotic and giving in to your dumbest desires brings, but he also knew since a too young age that you can’t really do that when you start having people depend on you. he fucking loved chaos when he was a baby trainer, and he wants the kids he knows to get to experience that kinda freedom too. so he will Not be the strict brother figure you need when you want an afternoon of peace. godspeed

- (he is also extremely a city kid as opposed to Leon and Sonia being children of the forest)

- this makes him and Leon a lethal combo because they push the exact button in each other to explode all inhibitions and make both of them idiots. Sonia was kind of astonished at the things Leon and Raihan did because Leon has Big Brother Syndrome but in the opposite way of Raihan’s, so in Sonia’s presence he will try to be doubly responsible. sure he was kind of an airhead when nothing’s strictly taking over his attention and he got Very in character for sandbox roleplaying, but he’s very disciplined in his own specific way and he tries very hard to take care of things. but somehow when left alone with Raihan they manage to tie down the top of a tree to the ground like one of those catapults and then almost caused an avalanche

- part of Sonia wanted to participate in the idiot fest, but. for a weirdly long while she didn’t really like Raihan? just because he was so confident and also seemed to always make the right decision. he seemed to know so well what was important and what wasn’t, and he stuck with it so damn well. and Sonia envied that. at the age of nine. life was complicated 

- he was horrified when Sonia tried to teach him how to swordfight tho, which is. uhh maybe a bit on Sonia too. she can’t recall very well 

- Raihan can

- also maybe Sonia envies Leon’s attention at Raihan just a bit because she was kind of alone in Postwick if she wasn’t hanging out with Leon, and she started battling because Leon’s excitement was contagious, and. yeah. again, life is hard when you’re nine

- Raihan’s nice to her tho. as long as she’s not holding a foil she’s just a kid and he’s good with kids. and she knows a lot about history! which is super cool and he osmosises a lot of trivias from her 

- she can suss out the origin of patterns on his clothes and can date the tapestries in the hall. again, super cool

- they’re so damn close by the time of their League that losing to Leon in front of an audience hits ten times as hard. 

- Raihan kind of coped by embracing the rival title with all his might. this kinda feeling fades with time, right? so roll with it for now. they were the same, it’s just the situation that changed.

- except the situation seemed to change Sonia too. she exploded at Leon after the match and then just. retreated to her room at the hotel. she was out of the city before they could have a word with each other. 

- she didn’t blame Leon or Raihan, but of course Leon kind of panicked, and turns out Raihan was just twelve too, so the best he could do then was to keep himself from freaking out as well by keeping some distance from Leon. he called Sonia to make sure she got home and hasn’t gotten herself in hot waters in the wild area somewhere. she didn’t pick up, but the next morning she texted to say she was with her gran and was being chewed out. 

- she called Leon one day before the champion match to wish him luck, and in a sense to let him and Raihan down gently (that’s what they found out that’s called much later, when it’s become mildly funny and not like the world was ending anymore). the actual transcript was just a lot of babbling that didn’t really explain anything, but then they also found out much later that she probably didn’t really know what she was doing either. turns out, y’know, life is extremely fucking hard when you’re ten, and your world is turned upside down, and you’re mad but also you’ve known for a while on some levels that it’d come to this, and you have no goddamn emotional management skills because you’re, yknow, ten, and your gran hasn’t been ten for six decades.

- so Sonia trained by herself for years after that first League, but she never became a challenger again. she also had to learn a lot of things by herself too. she moved in with her gran soon after the League as well, and in the off seasons when Leon could visit home she was never around.

- she still fences. that’s how she beats out the aimlessness for a long time

- Raihan doesn’t stop texting her, but he lives in Hammerlocke and he’s also busy, so they didn’t meet directly again until his match to win the Hammerlocke gym leader title. Sonia was extremely exasperated that he used Sandstorm in a vault full of precious artifacts. Raihan selfishly feels like that out-of-place aggression he’s been feeling can start leaving.

- Leon by that point has kind of settled into being a champion, as in he has stopped processing or projecting any kind of negative emotions, and by the way he greets Sonia it’d seem like nothing bad ever happened. Sonia and Raihan could take that; at least now they have allies in all of this. 

- they aren’t each others’ parents. they just try their best to grow up with each others again.

- Sonia also got that sweet, sweet networking with Raihan’s parents that she uses on the daily to get reading materials she needs

- Raihan is okay with this

[writersmacchiato]

Wanting | Oliver Wood

Summary: When Oliver, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, is asked about you, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain and his childhood best friend, he slips up and misunderstandings develop.

Requested by: @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz (sorry for not completely following your prompt, but i hope you like this anyway!)

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Harry didn’t know what to think of you. Since starting school at Hogwarts, his experience with the Slytherin house has been less than favorable. They were rotten.

Except you weren’t. Harry has seen you in the halls, often alone or looking annoyed as Malfoy or Marcus Flint tried to capture your attention. It pleases him beyond imagine every time you brush off Malfoy, his face embarrassed. Ron takes great pleasure in mocking him. ‘Oh L/N you are so beautiful. What do you mean you won’t marry me? My father will hear about this!’

You weren’t rotten, but you were ambitious. Cunning. Smart. Clever. Beautiful. Harry had unfortunately been on the receiving end of Oliver Wood going off on a tangent about you more than once. It seemed that the only topics Wood knew a profound amount on was Quidditch and you. He could spend hours at any given time listing off how you were everything a Slytherin was meant to be, but then forget the spell he was learning in transfiguration.

“She’s so wickedly smart, you should hear her talk about potions. She’s been tutoring me.” Wood sighs, “without her, I wouldn’t even get an A on my NEWTS.”

Harry feels uncomfortable listening to Wood moon over you once again, all he wanted to ask about was something for his class and now twenty minutes later he was stuck listening to all the ways in which you were amazing.

“Uh,” Harry cleared his throat, coughing as he mumbles out a feeble, “Is L/N your girlfriend?”

And Oliver Wood, his head in the clouds as he thought about the way you smirked at him earlier that morning, comes crashing down to the sky. A brilliant shade of red blooms over his cheeks.

He stutters for a moment, fumbling until he manages to strangle out a heated “no!”

“Oh.” Harry says lamely, feeling dread creep in over the looming Quidditch practice tomorrow.

. . .

You let out a laugh, trying to hide it behind your hands before Madam Pence kicks you out — nothing got past her. Oliver’s cheeks are a light pink as he recounts his conversation with Harry Potter.

“You do talk about me an awful lot, Wood.”

He rolls his eyes. “Only about how insufferable you are.”

“Insufferably beautiful? Smart?” You lean in with a smirk. “Oh, I know. I’m so insufferably good at Quidditch it makes you want to tear your hair out.”

Oliver doesn’t respond, closing the distance you had shortened. “You are insufferable.”

You grin at his challenging tone. “I’m looking forward to the Quidditch match this Saturday.”

Ravenclaw versus Slytherin.

“Will you be there to cheer me on?”

Oliver rolls his eyes, a tug of a smirk on his lips. “No, actually. You need to be knocked down a peg or two. Merlin knows how you even walk around with your big head.”

“My big head? It’s nothing compared to yours, Wood.” You say, then laugh at the implication. He rolls his eyes so hard that he’s surprised they don’t sprain.

“I have practice. See you later.”

“Tell Potter your girlfriend says hello!”

. . .

The wind tossed through your robes,

“Oy! L/N!”

You turn with a hand on your hip, face unimpressed as Oliver stalks towards you. The Slytherin Quidditch team grumbles when they spot him, but you ignore their empty threats.

“Wood.”

“Talk to ya for a minute?”

You follow him down a small side path, out of the way of everyone filtering down to the Quidditch pitch. Oliver’s cheeks are flushed pink from the wind, burrowing under his gryffindor scarf. His brown eyes peer at you, reflecting warmly against the chill in the air.

“What do you want, Wood? Trying to shake me off my game last minute?” You break his silence, wanting him to start but not having time to beat around the bush.

Oliver smiles to himself, scuffing at the dirt with his shoe. When he looks up through his lashes, you’re struck by how handsome he has grown to be.

From children, where you played endlessly together, to mere tweens teasing each other, to now...on the verge of adulthood.

“I just wanted to say good luck out there.” He settles on, the words unsure.

Instead of saying the smart remark that rises, you touch his hand and smile. “I don’t need it, but thank you.”

Oliver scoffs, though he’s smiling. Wind drifts through his hair, it had gotten long over the weeks, sweeping over his forehead. You’re not sure what possesses you, but you find that your fingers are tucking it back into place. Oliver’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, eyes casting away from you.

“See you later, champ.” Oliver pats you on the shoulder, hand lingering for a second longer than it should.

. . .

Oliver almost wished that Slytherin had lost the game against Ravenclaw. The rambunctious and petty gloating from their Quidditch team, understandable to a point, was plain ridiculous now. Not a minute passed where someone from the team wasn’t loudly talking about the game and the plays, a lot of them dirty. He knew it bothered you, that your team’s victories were never entirely fair.

“Can’t wait til’ we kick their asses.” Fred Weasley speaks up after practice one windy morning. “Finally shut them up.”

Oliver finds himself nodding along, not entirely listening as he thinks back to the practice and what needed to be improved. Harry was still unsure, hesitating in his movements. Oliver would have to bolster his confidence. And, the Weasley’s—

“—You with us, Wood?”

Oliver looks up, looking at his teammates. They’re a mixture of bemused, annoyed, and mischievous. “What?”

“We were asking how you’re friends with L/N? She’s the captain, she should set the example.”

Wood felt himself getting defensive. “I’m not.”

A lie, a bold-faced lie. How long had they been friends? You knew Oliver Wood better than Oliver Wood knew himself.

. . .

“Wood.” You hardly spare a glance from your textbook.

Oliver hesitates in front of you, stumbling as he tries to gain his thoughts. There was something in the air, different from the usual causal air between you.

“I haven’t done anything, have I?” His words are tentative, feeling thick on his tongue.

You finally let out a sigh, eyebrows arched. The pages of the book slip close as your hand moves.

“No, Oliver,” your tone is sickly sweet, sliding over his skin in a way he doesn’t like. “You’ve done nothing.”

And, while there was obviously something wrong, Oliver did not have the time to figure it out. Potions was looming in the dungeons and he couldn’t afford to be late.

. . .

Weeks drag by and Oliver does not see you as often. Or rather, he does. A glimpse of your hair in the halls, your laugh ringing out in the Great Hall, a fleeting moment of your eyes meeting his before you turn away.

He misses you.

It’s a slow, startling feeling that he is unused to. The realization that you, one of his closest friends that has been there since nappies, are slipping away from him is a feeling that he can only liken to losing a game of Quidditch. His chest hurts, heart heavy every time you refuse to stop and talk to him.

Oliver is miserable and no one has seen him so dismal since they lost against Ravenclaw last year. It’s enough to be noticed, rumors spreading through the school. They even reach you, all the way in the dungeon.

. . .

“Wood?”

Oliver glances up and his heart does a little leap in his chest.

“Y/N?” It’s strangled

“What’s up? You’re not you.”

“I’m not?”

“Yes. And Gryffindor can’t afford their captain to be off his game against Ravenclaw. Especially with their new seeker, gave us hell in our match.”

Oliver, despite his anger at your coldness, is amused and not surprised that Quidditch is your common ground. It often was. His heart, beating a mile a minute, warms at your concern. You turn to leave the library, patting his hand before you go.

“Chin up, Oli.”

. . .

Oliver finds you facing the windows outside the courtyards, back turned to him as his steps fall heavy against the stone ground. The sun is setting, already past the line of trees from the forbidden forest. A glow from its light is still cast on your face, ethereal as you turn to look at him. There is a smear of dirt on his forehead, his cheeks flushed red. The twinkle in his eye is unmistakable.

“Congratulations on the win.”

Oliver nods, not being able to hide his wide grin. Elation coursed through him, blood still pumping fast in excitement. There’s something in the air, charged with an energy that feels soft and delicate.

“Thank you.”

He swallows thickly, watching as you lean against a column. You’re relaxed, eyes looking at him with something he can’t place. The palms of his hands itch as he has the desire to touch you, suddenly, but he pushes the thought away. No other words are exchanged.

When, the sun finally makes its final descent beyond the horizon Oliver knows that he should head back inside. The celebration party in the gryffindor common room would already be in full swing by the time he made his way there, but he was far too captivated by your gaze.

You notice his conflict, a small smile playing at your lips. “You should go celebrate.”

“Maybe I want to stay here.” He finds the nerve to say this, though he feels like he’s suddenly grown two sizes smaller. “With you.”

You smile, a real true smile, that has his cheeks warming. “Me?”

“Yeah, you...” he breathes, noticing just then how small the distance was between you. Your fingers touch his hand, sliding up his arm and settling on his shoulder. The material of his jersey is rough, well-worn, and comfortable. An aggregate of him, everything you know him for.

Oliver, distantly, is aware that anyone can see this, but he doesn’t care when you kiss him. Something he’s been waiting to a while, years even.

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also @croatianbagudna here is the rest of the fic! 

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More Lotr in Hogwarts stuff

This will make more sense if you read this

Before we begin, we shall discuss how old these guys are. Faramir and Tilda are both in Harry’s year, Éomer, Éowyn, Arwen and Bain are one year older and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Tauriel and Boromir are two year older. Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin are two years younger.

And btw, this one will be long

1989:

Thrandruil and Elrond were in the same year and was friends during their school days, so Aragorn and Legolas knew each other during their childhoods and sat on the train together

Thranduil didn’t want to push too much pressure onto Legolas about being in Slytherin because they weren’t as extreme as the Blacks about it (Even though they are related to them), but it would be nice if he did end up in Slytherin

Luckily, he did, and Legolas was happy about it

When Legolas’ name was called up to get sorted, Sigrid almost walked out of the hall to go back home on the train because of all the years 

Her Da, Bard, and Legolas father Thranduil used to date back in Hogwarts but Thranduil was pressured by his family to marry a Pureblood instead of a muggleborn, so they broke off

Thranduil married a pureblood woman named Leena who died in the first Wizarding war and Bard a muggle woman named Eleonore who died in sickness

Yes this will lead to Barduil, y’all know me by now

Legolas meets Gimli during potions where the two become partners, and neither are too happy about it at the start

Until they both end up in detention because they accidentally exploded a cauldron and Snape is a dick, where they end up bonding a bit

And now Gimli can’t get rid of Legolas who always comes up to him to gush about Aragorn or complain about his father being dramatic (Like he isn’t swooshing around with his long blonde hair and fancy clothes like a diva), and Gimli just wonders where it all went wrong

While Legolas is off making a friend, Aragorn joins the first years dueling club, and gets really good at it

In the dueling club he meets Boromir, a Hufflepuff that is really good at defensive spells, while Aragorn favors aggressive spells

The two end up creating a friendly rivalry between each other, that leads to an odd friendship

Tauriel basically just takes a liking to Legolas because he’s relatively kind and they’re both in Slytherin, and she just starts hanging out with him

Which confuses Legolas a hell lot because he barely knows this red head and all of a sudden she’s sitting by the lake with him helping him study

Overall, nothing really happens this year if I’m being honest

1990:

Bard and Thranduil knock into each other at the train station, and it’s very awkward for everyone involved

Arwen follows after Aragorn at the start, because she doesn’t know anyone and she’s rather around him than Elladan and Elrohir who’s in their seventh year at this point

Éowyn and Éomer get to know the others because the train is full and they’re only two in their compartment

Éowyn immediately falls in love with the dark haired rugged Ravenclaw, but thinks he and Arwen are some form of couple, and respects that

And Legolas ends up hearing a lot of gushing about the fiery Gryffindor girl from Tauriel that year, and Gimli just retorts with he now knows how it feels

Legolas also tries out for Slytherin Chaser that year and gets the position

But again, not much happens

1991:

This is where things starts to happen

The entire group thinks it’s awesome that Harry Potter will start school that year, and they discuss during the entire train ride which house they think he will end up in

The main bet is on either Gryffindor or Slytherin

Boromir’s little brother Faramir will also start that year, but he sits mostly quiet during the train ride

Tilda also surprises her entire family by ending up in Slytherin, but they all think it’s hilarious because they all got in different houses (Bard was a Hufflepuff)

Neither Tilda nor Faramir end up together with Harry, but Tilda ends up having to deal with Malfoy, who’s just the biggest pain in the ass

The two become Herbology partners however, with the assignment to care for a pretty ordinary plant, but as a lover of nature Tilda takes it very seriously and the two become friends because of it

And through Faramir Tilda meets Legolas, a fellow Slytherin student, and the two discover that they have a bit of family history

Éomer tried out for Gryffindor beater that year together with his sister who he forced, but the two lost the position the the Weasley twins.

Legolas, Tauriel and Tilda are very angry that year over the loss against Gryffindor with the house cup, because they would have won had that Potter brat not played the hero.

The others are delighted though, and makes sure to rub it in every chance they get

Aside from the troll during Halloween, not much happened that year either

1992

This is the year shit starts going down

The Chamber of Secrets only really affects two of the group members, Aragorn and Tauriel.

Tauriel herself is a Slytherin while Aragorn grew up in a Pureblood family, so they both and unsure if they will actually be targeted, but the others make sure to be on the safe side by always having two people walk with them

When the Slytherins of the group are informed that the entire house is the main suspect, all three takes great offense by it.

Tilda does find it funny though that Draco was a suspect by the Potter brat and his friend, as all that kid can do is whine and boast

After the petrifaction of the Granger girl, Tauriel even calls in a meeting for all the Slytherin students in the common room, because it’s getting a bit serious at this point

Every Slytherin denies that they have opened the chamber, and a first year even says that she’s probably done it and is now trying to shift the focus, but Legolas defends her stating that as a Muggleborn she couldn’t have

Despite it all, both Aragorn and Boromir enjoys that the whole school has taken an interest in Dueling and that they are getting new partners. No one is even close to beating them though, obviously. Éowyn is probably the one who comes the closest to it, but she still fails hard

Gimli is very annoyed the entire year thoug, as now on top of talking about Aragorn, Legolas has also started babbling about Gilderoy Lockhart, and Gimli is just beyond done with it at this point

Both Tauriel and Aragorn is very happy when the petrifications have stopped, and the two weren’t targeted even once

1993

Merry and Frodo are cousins that sit on the train together just simply for the sake of not sitting alone

Pippin literally falls into their compartment after being pushed, and asks if he can sit with them. Merry has already taken a liking to the boy, and Frodo fears for his future

Frodo gets out of there as fast as he can, and finds a mostly empty compartment except for a boy that’s around his own age, sitting and fiddling with his clothes

The boy turns out to be named Sam, and the two talk during the entire train ride, Frodo telling Sam about the magic world and Sam telling Frodo about the muggle world

The Dementors was a traumatic experience for all of them, especially Aragorn who’d witnessed his mother’s death and the bowman kids that had had their village destroyed by a dragon when they were kids. None of them fainted, Potter, but it was close in Sigrid’s case

This was also the year that both Faramir and Tilda had to experience a lot of Malfoy’s whining, and Tilda was close to just kill either him or herself after just a few weeks

Both Aragorn and Sigrid end up being ravenclaw prefects, with Boromir the one for Hufflepuff 

Tauriel and Tilda try out for quidditch beater and chaser and ends up getting the positions. Boromir also tries out for Hufflepuff beater and ends up on the team. Éowyn and Éomer also doesn’t get the position and are bummed out about it for a couple of weeks

The four first years end up coming into the group because of Merry and Aragorn, of all people

Despite being smarter than he looks, Merry is terrible when it comes to riddles, and he often end up having to wait for other Ravenclaws just to get into the common room

Aragorn starts to notice the first year always sitting outside the common room, and he always makes sure to check sometime’s if he himself is inside the common room if Merry is there

And since the chaotic duo did end up becoming friends with Frodo and Sam, there’s sometimes four first years outside the common room. Aragorn doesn’t care that they are from different houses, Frodo and Sam are both really sweet people. Pippin is a nightmare though, but Boromir likes him

After winter break Pippin comes back to school with a bunch of muggle devices like pencils and notebooks, and both Merry and Frodo are amazed.

This was the year that the group discovered that Tilda can’t say no to dares because she’s not a coward, and they have a blast with that.

Until Pippin dares her to go out in the forbidden forest at night, and she says yes because of course. And since Tilda is going Legolas is going because he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and since Legolas is going both Gimli and Aragorn are going because Aragorn is worried and no pretty boy is going to best Gimli, and since Aragorn is going Boromir is going because why not

It was full moon that night though, so the five end up very scarred after encountering a fucking werewolf

The teachers end up not finding out about it, but Aragorn feels really bad because he’s a prefect and this is not the example he should be giving the younger students, while Boromir feels great

1994

The only two who are seventeen by that time are Sigrid and Aragorn, and Legolas, Tauriel, Gimli and Boromir are just really bummed out.

Neither are chosen as the champion, and Boromir, Faramir and Sam are all really happy that the champion is a Hufflepuff though, because they never get their moment to shine. 

They don’t this year either because Potter somehow become the fourth champion

Tauriel, Legolas, Tilda and Frodo does not hear the end of it by Malfoy in the Slytherin common room

They are all pretty hyped when the first challenge do come around, because it actually seems pretty exciting

Until the first dragon came out in the arena and Tilda was close to having a panick attack because of her fear of dragons, so they all unfortunately had to leave early to take her to the hospital wing. Sigrid arrived not long after with Bain, who’d also started having flashbacks.

Tilda was willing to face her fears after the first task though, when she approached one of the dragon trainers and asked if she could meet one of the less dangerous of the dragons

The Dragon trainer (a Weasley, funnily enough), was glad to help someone come over their dragon fear, and introduced her to a the common welsh green, that she ended up befriending and naming Jonathan. The two became pen pals, and he sent her a lot of pictures of Jonathan. She’s still not quite ready to interract with any other dragon, especially not a Ukranian Ironbelly, which was the dragon breed that destroyed her village.

The information of the Yule ball puts everyone out of the bad mood they had for missing the dragons, which Tilda is happy about.

Boromir ends up being asked by a seventh year named Théodred, who is Éomer and Éowyn’s cousin, and he gladly accepts. Tauriel builds up the courage to ask Éowyn out after a lot of pep talk from Legolas, Éomer asks Faramir that is quite flustered when he accepts, and the second years are disappointed that they can’t go

Legolas and Aragorn has a hard time asking the other though, so Arwen, Gimli and Tilda plays matchmakers for a few weeks just so those idiots can be honest about their feelings

Arwen does Aragorn’s hair for the ball, as he can’t do it himself because he’s bad at taking care of himself, and she does some real pretty braids in her own

Sigrid ends up asking Arwen out of all people, because just why not. Arwen is happy about that and the two end up having a lot of fun, but they remain friends.

Gimli and Tilda goes together just because they are the only ones left, but both are mostly there for the food.

Aragorn and Legolas finally becomes a couple during the night after years of pining, and Gimli and Tilda are just so relieved

But then they enter that honeymoon phase and that gets old real fast. Arwen is happy for them though

They were all so bored during the second challange, and is again a little annoyed with Tilda over missing the dragons.

At first it was the same with the third challange, until Potter returns with Cedric’s body.

1995

The entire train ride turns into one big argument if Voldemort is back or not. The majority of them don’t believe it, but both Éowyn and Tauriel do and those two know how to voice their opinion.

Despite that, they all agree that Umbridge is the worst. Especially Boromir, Pippin, Merry, Tauriel and Tilda who end up in detention a lot, and their hands end up as very scarred.

Aragorn is the one who is approached about Dumbledore’s army, and he of course informs the others that all agree on going.

Some of the other students argue against Legolas, Tauriel, Tilda and Frodo being there as they’re Slytherin’s, but Aragorn manages to convince them that they can stay.

Because of their talent in duelling, Aragorn and Boromir is really in the army, and is often used as examples of what to do while duelling.

As head boy and head girl, Aragorn and Sigrid abuses their positions a lot so the army can get away with a bunch of stuff

After a while, the group starts to realize that Potter was in fact speaking the truth and that Voldemort was back, and it was a lot to process.

Sam spends the winter break with Frodo and his uncle, while Pippin goes to Merry’s place and Tauriel to Legolas’. They see it safer that way, since muggleborns are in huge risk. The Bowmans worries a lot of their Da when they’re at school.

The teachment of the Patronus charm was most of theirs favorite moment that year (Except for that other thing). Aragorn was happy that his was a horse, Tilda found it ironic that she had a dragon and Legolas wasn’t at all surprised that his was an elk. There was a lot of confusion though when a raptor emerged from Pippin’s wand and all the half blood and muggleborns were loudly singing the Jurassic Park theme.

Frodo also became a Slytherin Chaser, and Sam is happily cheering on even though he has no idea how the sport works

And all four of the Slytherin’s happily sang along to Weasley is our King during Quidditch, as Gryffindor has beat them at everything since Potter started and finally they had something!

But after their match against Gryffindor they couldn’t make Malfoy shut up about Potter and how he’d “Unfairly attacked him”. Neither Legolas, Tilda or Frodo could pity him though, as if someone had insulted their dead mother they probably would have done the same

After Fred and George’s grand departure (Something that they all loved by the way), Merry and Pippin starts to follow in their footsteps together with Peeves, and they end up in detention so much that thier hands are almost always bleeding. Boromir gets real protective of the two during this time, and sometimes takes the blame for some of their pranks just to give the two a break.

Both Aragorn, Sigrid and Legolas end up graduating with top scores, while Boromir, Tauriel and Gimli have passable. Not bad, just not great.

1996

The train ride is a lot more quiet than it usually is that year, considering that six of them are missing. Merry and Pippin are still keep the mood up though, and Tilda was talking proudly about her new Moke, Aloe.

Tilda and Frodo realize during dinner however that something is wrong with Malfoy, as instead of proudly talking about something his father got for him, he was sitting in complete silence, just sometimes scratching his arm.

Both Frodo, Faramir, Éowyn, Éomer, Arwen and Tilda are accepted into the slug club that year, the first four because of their families and Arwen and Tilda because of their talents in Water and Fire magic. Or well, also a little because of Arwen’s family.

Éomer and Éowyn finally become the Gryffindor beaters that year, but somehow it wasn’t as exciting as they wanted it to be

Faramir and Tilda’s whole week is made however when Harry Sass Potter comes with his ‘There’s no need to call me Sir professor’

But the majority of the year is actually pretty chill, except for everyones worry of the outside world. The only big thing is Tilda and Frodo noticing how odd Draco is behaving compared to his usual whining self, but they don’t really think too much of it except for a conversation here and there.

It’s at the end of the year when some action finally happens, when death eaters infeltrate Hogwarts. As parts of Dumblredores army they fight back and no one gets too injured, but still action! 

During Dumbledores funeral, Frodo’s uncle Bilbo talks to Sam and asks if he wants to stay with them during the summer, for his and his family’s safety. Sam agrees, partly because again, safety, and partly because he gets to hang out more with Frodo who he’d started to crush a bit on

The same is true for Pippin, that will stay with the Brandybucks during the summer.

1997

After the ministry take over, Thranduil opened up his home for his old friend Bard, since he’s a muggleborn and at risk. Sigrid and Bain ends up coming along as well, because of their serious lack of wizarding blood in ther veins. This is how Barduil happens.

Aragorn and Tauriel ends up on the run after the take over, only barely keeping in touch with Aragorn’s adopted fathers Elrond and Lindir as it would be too risky to send owls between each other. 

Both Sam and Pippin are terrified when they step on the train on their way to Hogwarts, despite having new made up backgrounds of being relatives to Frodo and Merry

Frodo and Merry defend the two like hell though, if one of the Carrow would question their family background

A lot of Hogwarts student did that to Muggleborns actually, and a few ghost did as well. The Bloody Baron ended up lying about Tilda’s mother being from a Pureblooded family, which surprised her a lot.

During winter break Tilda went to Legolas’ house, and found out that her Da and Legolas’ father had gotten really close, which didn’t weird her out at all, nope!

Tilda tried her best to cheer a depressed Legolas up, since one of his best friends and his boyfriend were uncontactable, and he had no idea if they were even alive or not.

But still, she had to return to school along with the Faramir and the fifth years

It was in February that Faramir found out about his brothers death.

Boromir had tried to defend a couple of muggle kids, but while occupied with duelling a death eater he’d been hit in the back with the killing curse.

Faramir still stayed in school after that, as it would only get worse if he went home, so he stayed despite everything that was going on. Merry and Pippin both also got really sad over it since they liked Boromir, a lot, and Sam, Frodo and Tilda did their best attempts at cheering the three up, or just be a shoulder they could cry on

The battle of Hogwarts was extreme for all of them.

Faramir ended up taking revenge on the man that killed his brother, a death eater named Lurtz, by using Bombarda on a wall behind him, which ended up crushing him.

Tilda was knocked into a wall by one of the giants, and it collapsed on top of her. She didn’t die, miraculously, but when she was found during the armistice a lot of bones in her leg was broken and she could barely remain conscious

Sam and Frodo stuck together during the battle, both protecting each other with the spells they learned by the DA and that Aragorn had taught them. When Frodo taken down by one of the Acromantula’s however, Sam went in full protection mode, killing the thing plus three others that tried to come near. Frodo got the antidote during the armistice and he was fine really, but Sam couldn’t stop hugging him because he’d gotten so scared.

Merry and Pippin somehow found each other during the battle, despite starting out on complete opposite sides of it. Not only did they use spells in the battle, but also a lot of Fire Crackers because those were surprisingly effective. Merry did end up taking a hit to the side, but otherwise they were both relatively fine.

19 years later

Both Aragorn and Tauriel survived while on the run, by the way

Two years after the war Aragorn and Legolas married, with Arwen as Maid of Honor and Gimli as best man. Aragorn became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher after the jinx was lifted, and Legolas the Care of Magical Creatures professor.

Gimli didn’t marry, and instead worked for Gringotts traveling the world and helping to build and secure vaults. He still comes around every thanksgiving and Christmas though

Tauriel did not become Minister of magic as she’d hoped, but instead became a Quidditch beater in the Appleby Arrow’s, and even playing in the World Cup a couple of times. She married Éowyn, who’d fulfilled her dream of becoming an Auror, and the two ended taking in a bunch of foster kids that had lost their parents in the war

Just like his sister Éomer became an Auror, while Faramir became a healer at St Mungos. The two did in fact not marry, but they are still a couple with two adopted sons and a bunch of horses

Tilda ended up loosing her leg in the war, and ends up walking around with two crutches aside from when she works where she has a prosthetic . She became a dragonologist, fully overcoming her fear and actually meeting a Ukrainian Iron Belly. She wasn’t a fan and would rather not do it again

Arwen did not marry either, and became a zoologists that focused mostly on aquatic animals.

Sam and Frodo ended up marrying though (Bilbo: FINALLY), and adopting a lot of kids. Sam became a Herbologist, and if the position was not already taken he would have become the Herbology teacher, while Frodo became a Astrologist.

Merry and Pippin were the last one out of the bunch to finally realize their feelings for each other. Or, in Pippin’s case they’ve been there since their third year but Merry is pretty oblivious. Pippin started working at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, while Merry took up a job in the ministry in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. They did not have any kids however, because they didn’t think that a child would survive long around the two

Sigrid became head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Bain became an Auror. I have nothing more for these two

And yeah that’s all

Please someone write a fanfic about this I’m begging you

[ronweasleyisourking]

Next gen headcanons

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin

Nonbinary, uses he/him and they/them pronouns

Pansexual, but has mostly dated boys

Hufflepunk

Mixed bag of depression and anxiety

Tattoos and piercings everywhere. Also, a tattoo artist.

Walks with a cane due to chronic back pain

His first kiss was with his best friend, Basil Haywood-Karasu

He dated Victoire for a bit, but it didn't work out. They're better as friends

Lived in between houses for most of his life. His grandmother Andromeda and his godparents, Harry and Ginny share custody

When Andromeda began having a hard time getting around on her own, Harry and Ginny opened up their house to her happily, though this was after Teddy moved out on his own

Winifred "Winnie" Margaret Weasley-Wood

Daughter of Percy and Oliver

Bisexual

Gryffindor but almost Ravenclaw

Named after her late uncle and Grandma Molly, whose full name was Margaret, though she would never admit it

Has read every book in the restricted section, whether she was allowed to or not

Hands are constantly in motion. Does math in the air, taps fingers on surfaces, sometimes just does random stuff with her hands, has to stop herself from doing hand motions when talking, etc. Has no idea what causes it.

The shortest of all her siblings/cousins

Hosts a Qudditch Little League for her siblings/cousins

Victoire "Vic" Apolline Weasley

Bisexual

Ravenclaw

Sort of a preppy punk. Loves faux leather jackets but also loves tiaras :) completely beautiful, let's be honest

Curses in French all the time

Attended Magik N.O.U., a wizarding school in New Orleans in her 7th year, which sparked her love for travel

Learned wandless and non-verbal magic just because people thought she couldn't; the dictionary definition of "girls can be smart AND pretty"

Could totally kick Teddy Lupin's ass

Has to worst temper of anyone in her extended family. And that's really saying something

International Hit Wizard

Georgie Rhyme Jordan

Child of Lee Jordan, honorary Weasley due to his relationship with Fred prior to his Fred's death

Pansexual and Genderqueer; he/him or any pronouns

Feminist AF

Really into street art. May have graffiti-ed a few anti-Brexit and anti-Tory pieces around England, but there's no proof

Not vegetarian but has cut down on meals with meat

Was born with atrial septal defect

Megara "Meg" Rhys Weasley-Wood

Demigirl. Experiences some dysphoria but not a lot

Partially deaf due to an untreated ruptured eardrum.

Has a huge, fluffy, orange cat named Hercules

Blind enough that she has to wear coke bottle glasses.

Animal lover right to the core. Donates to any and all shelters that she knows have good practices and tries to adopt as many animals as possible from the bad ones

Loves divination. Has minor seer powers.

Has a magical disorder where smoke comes out of her hears when she gets mad.

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley II

Bisexual. In love with Taras Krum, who was in a student exchange program with Durmstrang and Hogwarts.

Suffered severely after getting hit by a bludger in his 6th year; a concussion and head trauma leading to epilepsy

Severe depression and imposter syndrome

Not much of a prankster

Bookworm

James "Jamie" Sirius Potter

Red hair + hazel eyes + freckles everywhere

Got a gold tongue piercing at fourteen and that's how he found out that he was allergic to gold

Smoked pixie dust once

Lover of poorly timed finger guns and funky socks (yes, he is bisexual, why do you ask?)

Not a professional quidditch player or auror

He runs a diner called "Lumos" that serves the best burgers in the wizarding world

Doesn't think he can do anything right

River Lee Jordan

Trans girl; lesbian

Allergic to cinnamon

Loves pranking; Dominique, Lily, Romany, and her prank their cousins all the time. They're terrifying.

Writer but she works as a herbologist assistant, waitress, and cashier at WWW on the side just to support herself

Can hear magic. It's an almost constant buzzing when she's around her family and at Hogwarts. Sometimes just needed to be alone so that she couldn't hear the buzzing.

Gwendolyn "Wendy" Lucille Weasley-Wood

Pansexual

Has a genderfluid s/o, Ari Spinnet-Bell

Very environmentalist. Tries not to be annoying about it.

Founded a Hogwarts theatre club and actually wrote a few, very very gay plays and musicals

Hosts a podcast/blog with her roommates (River, Ari & Susmita) called Witches Unstitched where they talk about anything and everything under the sun

Helped create a bunch of healing potions with all the plants she has in her greenhouse(s)

Dominique "Dom" Gabrielle Weasley

Pansexual and Aromantic

In a QPR with Lorcan Scamander, her best friend

Hates being compared to her older sister

When Lorcan got cancer and got pulled out of school, she took time off school while he was getting treatment

Shaved off all her hair when he lost his

Leader of the Pluto is a Planet society at Hogwarts

Best friend in the family is James, despite the fact that she and Arthur are in the Slytherin! Marauders together

Loves firewhiskey and menthol cigarettes (don't tell Wendy)

Illegal animagus - a white cat. Her nickname is Duchess.

Arthur "Art" Rubeus Potter

Gay + in love with Scorpius Malfoy

Dyed the tips of his hair green and silver when he was 12

Loves leather jackets, chokers, and combat boots

Has too many piercings to count, but his favorite is his deep purple nose ring. Hates the idea of a tongue ring

Trained himself in Legilimency and Occlumency

Learned Parseltongue, Mermish, and several other creature languages because "he was bored"

Knows quite a bit of dark magic, but is not a dark wizard

Had a lot of tattoos. Most were of creatures from the Black Lake, the Giant Squid taking up his entire back, and a merperson takes up his upper left arm

But over his heart is the Scorpius constellation, sketches of the four animagi are on his left hip, and on his ankle are magically fading footsteps that would eerily familiar to anyone who had looked at the Marauder’s Map

Went to a wizarding school located in the Great Barrier Reef, which offered courses for 18 - 21 year olds who had graduated from wizarding schools around the world

Loves puns, boxing, extra greasy pizza, potions, pet names, horror movies that are actually scary, singing in the shower, and his boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy

Marine Mazoologist

Roxanne "Roxy" Fabian Weasley

Bisexual

Has been known to "experiment" with girls. In the Quidditch locker rooms. Forgets to lock doors. Oops

Her patronus is a coyote. Her happiest memory is of when her and Fred jumped of the roof of Hogwarts with their brooms. They had been trying to recreate the last scene of Pratical Magic, but like, with brooms

Loves cooking and knitting with her Grandma Molly

Studies in the strangest places. Lily once found her studying in the secret passage to Hogsmeade one night. Her brother found her sleeping in the Astronomy tower, with books strewn around her. Scorpius and Arthur once found her studying in a secret alcove (they still won’t admit to her why they had wanted to be in secret alcove in the first place)

Down to fight anyone for any reason

In love with Susmita Patil

Healer

Rosa "Rose" Bud Granger-Weasley

Lesbian

An absolute foodie

Named after a Charles Dickens character

Allergic to cats, which irks her mom and pleases her dad

President of the current Hogwarts chapter of S.P.C.W. (Society for the Promotion of Creature Welfare). Hermione has worked tirelessly in the ministry to get laws passed but even ministers can't change everything in a day

After graduating, her, Arthur, Dominique, Roxanne, Scorpius, Lorcan, and Lysander all went on a camping trip. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got really anxious about it

Loves reading trashy tabloids to call down. Circles all the stories about her family to torture her cousins with (jokingly)

It's a 50/50 shot whether she going to argue with you, and cite her sources, or if she is going to knock your teeth out

Spent her 7th year at The Salem Witches Institute in Massachusetts, a private all-girls school

Historian for wizarding history. Runs a small museum out of Grimmauld Place, which the Potters don't live in but Harry stills owns + has cleaned up a bit

Lily "Lils" Euphemia Luna Potter

Has meniere's disease

Vegetarian for medical reasons

Needs to wear glasses but never does

Gryffindor, but wanted to be in Slytherin

Will help out anyone and everyone if she can

Lived with Teddy for a bit after he moved out on his own

Asexual and Panromantic. In a polyamorous relationship with Frankie Longbottom and Estelle Huang

Had a pet snake named Besa. The snake was nearly longer than she was tall, non-poisonous, and the sweetest thing ever (at least, according to Lily)

Beat up James when he said that she "threw like a girl". She cracked one of his ribs, gave him a black eye, and broke his nose in three places. To this day, he claims that his nose is a little crooked (he was nine. she was five.)

Went to a wizarding school in the Himalayas in her 5th year, on the international student exchange program

Has very long hair that is almost always up in bun(s), braid(s) or ponytails. Has to magically shorten it for Quidditch games

Loves mysteries

Hugo "Go-Go" Cabret Granger-Weasley

Genderfluid [they/them]

Colorblind, dyslexic, and has ADHD

Dragonologist in Sweden, but almost went into wandmaking

In love with Allie Longbottom, who always painted her face Hufflepuff colors for games after Hugo got on the team

Uses medically prescribed pixie dust to help with their extreme anxiety; is careful not to take too much

Has a pet ferret that they named Star Boy

Joshua "Josh" Wilhelm Weasley-Wood

On the autistic spectrum

He takes his emotional support golden retriever, Laurel, to Hogwarts with him to help with the changing enviorment

Loves matchbox cars. Has hundreds of them. Carries one or two around with him at all times to fidget with

Loves hiking through the Forbidden Forest, with supervision from his dad, Professor Percy Weasley, or one of the other teachers, of course. All of them are willing to walk with him when they have time, but he loves hiking with his dad most

Has a hard time focusing when there's a lot of noise around him, so of course he has noise cancelling headphones

Learned how to fix up cars and bikes from his grandfather; opened up his own mechanic shop; loves riding the first motorcycle that he and his grandfather fixed up through the streets of London, especially with his girlfriend Lavi

It took him a while to overcome balance issues, but with training to be a seeker in Quidditch, and a lot of time spent taking practice drives on his bike in the fields around the Burrow, he was able to overcome them and once he did, he was on his motorcycle every chance he got

Has accomandations made for him when it comes to eating at Hogwarts, because the food can bother him sometimes

Hates when different foods on his plate touch

Romany "Romy" Charlotte Weasley-Wood

Lesbian-Oriented aroace; in a qpr with Maisie Greengrass

Is prone to accidental magic and has a bit of an anger issue that she works through with a punching bag, bring a beater on the Quidditch team, and playing drums

Her, Tessa Weasley, and Sariel Goyle formed a band called Bloody Bitchin' Babes that played underground gigs at Hogwarts parties before getting work at parties and bars

Hates all of her classes, except Transfiguration

Her plans look like the walls of detectives in murder mysteries. Photographs, post-it notes, paper ripped out of notebooks, red strings, and everything

Burnt Hufflepuff

Royal "King" Kingsley Jordan

Bigender + Bisexual; xe/xem pronouns

Loves all types of clothing but especially suits, flowery blouses, crop tops, chunky belts, scarves, and Doc Martins

Plays the piano all the time, xe even has a piano in xyr room

Gets chronic migraines, has been known to sit/lay in the dark for hours until the pain subsides. Hates taking meds for it

Never has her phone screen brightness above the lowest setting because xe hates that xyr light sensitivity may take xyr away from xyr phone, which is xyr life

Would love to travel one day

Louis "Louie" Antoine Weasley

Only has a little bit of veela charm, usually enough to get him out of minor trouble, and it isn't always permanent

Started taking in magical creatures when he was seven, when Luna gave him a suitcase like Newt Scamander's and got another one when he started adopting muggle creatures as well. He especially loves his mokes and his chickens.

He loves swimming in the Great Lake with the Giant Squid

Loves carmelized apricots, pumpkin gorgonzola flan, cinnamon roll cheesecake, molasses cookies, Bulgarian candy -specifically chocolate bars, sweet potato pancakes, and homemade butter-maple syrup

Was in a student exchange program with Beauxbatons in his 4th year and again in 6th year with the Canadian wizarding school and he loved both experiences

Tessa "Tess" Rue Weasley

Can see people's auras

An expert at potions. Began working on a cure for lycanthropy at the age of 13 and a long 17 years later, she finally accomplished it. She always says that she would have done it quicker if only she didn't have to sleep to live

Part of the potions club at Hogwarts, which is a much less snobby version of the Slug Club that actually has to so with potions talent and not just fame

With her cousin Louis's help, she was actually able to tame a baby raccoon and named him Meeko after the raccoon in Pochahantas to help her and also trained him to help her nick a few things from her cousins sometimes

Loves classic fantasy lit, especially Narnia. Tried to charm a wardrobe to take her to Narnia, and let's just say that it didn't turn out very well and that it was really hard to reverse

Shaves her head in fourth year, because she was tired of all the work it took to take care of her hair

Penelope "Penny" Elodie Weasley-Wood

Named after Penelope Clearwater, who was her father's best friend and who died in the Battle of Hogwarts

She was adopted from Ukraine and loves everything about the country. The language, the music, the art, the people...

Went on to be a dragon tamer at a Ukranian dragon reserve, which she applied to as soon as she turned 17, and when she got an offer, she took her N.E.W.T.s in her 6th year so that she could take the job immediately

At the dragon reserve, she met Norma Hawryluk, who she fell in love with and a baby Ironbelly whom she named Vera and raised. No one but she had Norma could touch Vera though, because of the dragons' extreme rage issues

Constantly stole her sibling's and cousin's clothing

Gets stuck in her head sometimes

Romulus "Rome" Wolff Jordan

Asexual and Aromantic

Has a fluffy white cat named Marigold (Royal named her)

Loves wearing a ton of rings. Like, one on each finger.

Will only eat rocky road ice cream, and no other flavor ever

Has aphantasia, or the inability to voluntarily visualize images in his mind, but can still dream, because it's involuntary

Loves to sketch a lot. Will sketch everything he sees

Loves turtlenecks; hates crocs to no end

Big windows with amazing views are his favorite thing

Genevieve "Genny" Maribel Weasley

Prone to anxiety attacks

Polyamorous lesbian, in a closed poly relationship with Noa Spinnet-Bell and Lyric Scamander

Best friends with Romulus, her cousin. She is loud and fierce, and he’s quiet and passionate, and together they’re going to take over the world two steps at a time

Figures out that technology works in the Room of Requirement and starts a tech club that meets on Wednesdays, and has movie nights on Fridays

Brought a pet pig named Prince to Hogwarts

Unofficially a freelance curse breaker, but worked as an intern at the dragon reserve in Romania with her Uncle Charlie the summer after Hogwarts. Eventually moves to South America because her girlfriend, Noa Spinnet-Bell, got recruited by their Quidditch team, Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers

They move to a farm where Genny gets her own horses!!!

Elias "Simon" Jacques Weasley

Has fibromyalgia, which makes it difficult for him to stay in Hogwarts. With the chronic joint pain, fatigue, dizziness, and difficulty with memory, it was easier for him to get privately tutored by his dad, who was the Ancient Runes professor

Severe anxiety and depression, which was most likely caused by his fibromyalgia, but there's no telling

Vegetarian for personal reasons, and had James teach him how to make vegetarian burgers and other vegetarian meals

Loves water-based magic and might have gone into the exchange program for underwater schools in the Bermudas or Oceania, but he didn't want to risk his condition

Can beat anyone at any board game. No one knows how he does it. Ron played wizard chess with him for eight hours once, but eventually gave up on ever beating him

Is the publisher of a Hogwarts exclusive magazine. Uses his older sister’s computers to work on it. Works on his novel in his spare time. Occasionally holds poetry slams by the Great Lake. Just loves writing in general

Matilda "Tilly" Honey Granger-Weasley

Has a photographic/eidetic memory

Got expelled from Hogwarts in her sixth year for using an unforgivable curse on another student who was bullying/harassing Elias, but doesn't regret it all.

Finishes up her studies at a small non-boarding wizarding school in Romania, where she lives with her Uncle Charlie and his queerplatonic partner, Barnaby, and their cat, Wick

With the help of Barnaby, dyes her hair platinum white (think Zoe Kravitz when she had white hair)

Moves to America almost as soon as she graduates

Travels the world to write about different wizarding communities for the Quibbler and for her sister's museum

A little too obsessed with Joan Jett

Loves lucid dreaming

Elliott "Ellie" Ryleigh Weasley-Wood

Genderfluid

Has narcolepsy. Tired all the time and been known to dose off during class. And meals. And conversations

Needs to wear glasses but doesn’t, because they don’t want to look like a nerd. Looks like a complete nerd when they run into shit all the time and it doesn't help that their notes are always wrong because they refuse to sit in the front of class

Witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. Hates to think about it

Loves strong tasting food. Spicy, hot, cold, salty, super sugary, bitter... down to eat anything to be honest

Became a therapist for the wizarding community

Amare "Mar" Sabra Weasley

Own a huge shaggy grey and white dog named Ollie who she took to Hogwarts with her and is her best friend

Ellie, her cousin, is her other best friend and they love building huge forts and watching Disney movies together with tons and tons of snacks. Ollie always joins

Didn’t care one bit about school. Hated studying with a passion. Barely ever showed up to class. Was in detention more than all of her siblings and cousins combined

Worked as an intern at Lee Jordan’s radio broadcasting company for a few summers and hosted her own show that was based around old music after her sixth year

Alcoholic. Can't even be around firewhiskey

[djemsostylist]

An Arthurian Film Adventure, Part 3: Lancelot

Today, we are tackling Lancelot.  Arguably the most famous knight of the Round Table (besides Gawain), the story of Lancelot and King Arthur and Queen Guinevere is a timeless one.  Forbidden love, broken friendships, civil war, downfall of a kingdom.  Plus, he’s great with a lance.  Throw in a child who achieves the Grail Quest, and you’ve got yourself a pretty great story, and a pretty easy character too, right?  

Nope, wrong again.  Firstly, because he doesn’t even exist in one of them, and secondly because he fucking sucks in the other ones. 

I should point out, before I begin, that there are several versions of Lancelot which exist.  Depending on whether you go with de Troyes, Malory, Vulgate, or Post Vulgate, you get some different characters.  Universally he is kind and brave and selfless, devoted to Arthur but also damned by a love for Guinevere.  He also can be prideful, angry, a touch selfish, and ultimately fails at achieving the Grail Quest.  Anyway, onto the ratings!

1. Knights of the Round Table

This Lancelot is, by far, the best Lancelot.  Here, Lancelot follows the post Vulgate version (he is just a wandering knight who wants to join the Round Table, rather than having grown up with the Lady of the Lake).  He is sort of the ultimate knight--kind, brave, selfless, great with a lance or sword.  He and Arthur get along immediately, forming a fast friendship built on mutual respect, understanding, and trust.  Lancelot is brave and selfless and kind, but he is also an individual with his own wants, needs and desires.  He can be prideful and arrogant, but he is fiercely loyal.  

Here, Lancelot is close friends not only with Arthur and Guinevere, but also Gawain, Gareth and Percival, the latter of whom he takes under his wing.  He and Arthur quarrel and reconcile, he goes knight erranting (is this a verb?) and lives in the castle Joyous Guard.  He also marries Elaine, whom he loves in his own way, and fathers Galahad.  Here, his love for Guinevere is acknowledged and central, though never consummated, but it is his connection with Arthur and the other knights of the Round Table which sustain his story.  

The downfall here is tragic, both because though he and Guinevere love each other, they have not actually committed treason, and because his estrangement from Arthur leads to an actual splintering of the Round Table.  Also, he has a horse named Beric that he loves a lot, his relationship with Elaine is honestly really sweet and sad, and he also wears beautiful surcoats and has a huge red feather on his helm. 

Attractiveness: Honestly number 1 easily.  He has some slightly weird facial hair, and he’s not big enough, but he’s hot.  (Fun fact, Robert Taylor also played Ivanhoe in the single best Ivanhoe of all time, so).  

2. Camelot

So, this Lancelot is pretty good.  My main problem here is that this Lancelot is more Galahad than Lancelot, in that he is super pure almost the point of ridiculousness.  Like, he is so pure his purity actually brings a man back from the dead, which could be the whole “healing of Sir Urry thing” but is mostly just strange.  Here, we get a post-Vulgate Lancelot backstory (he is supposed to be French is this version but he is played by the most Italian Italian I have ever seen and it’s great).  He and Arthur meet and are super close almost right away (“did we just become best friends?!”) but surprisingly and refreshingly, Guinevere is actually deeply annoyed by him when they first meet.  (She has been going a-maying and Arthur shows up and she just wants to fuck him but he just wants her to meet his new best friend, and she is like, wow ur friend is deeply lame, come have sex with me instead pls.)  She eventually falls in love with him when he cures a dead man from death, and then what follows is a tragic love story of friends who are sort of stuck in this terrible situation and just trying to make the best of it.  

The downfall here is that Lancelot has literally no other friends at court, so while his betrayal is tragic for him and Arthur and Guinevere (like in the 1953 version, he and Guinevere never actually commit treason), it doesn’t really affect any other friendships or relationships.  He also doesn’t ever get married or have a baby here, and his purity can be grating, though the earnestness offsets it well enough.

Attractiveness: Number 2 tbh, but mostly because he is so damn earnest it’s endearing.  Also he wears beautiful armor.  

3. King Arthur

So, this Lancelot is from Sarmatia, which is both weird and never really explained.  Also, he is neither Arthur’s best knight or actually even a knight at all.  He doesn’t have a relationship with Guinevere other than throwing what I assume are supposed to be longing looks in her direction (tbf Arthur didn’t have a relationship with Guinevere in this movie either beyond aborted heavy petting).  He also doesn’t bring about the downfall of Arthur’s kingdom, mostly because Arthur doesn’t have a kingdom.  He also doesn’t have a son who goes on the quest for the Holy Grail, but that is mostly because this Arthur isn’t Christian and neither are his knights.  Also, he fights with two swords and there are no lances in sight, which is a weird thing for Lancelot, since riding around and knocking people off horses is like, literally his favorite thing in the world.  

Attractiveness: Number 3, mostly because I know they tried to make him hot here with the mop of curly hair and etc, but he will also be Mr. Fantastic to me, and Mr. Fantastic was honestly the worst.  

4. First Knight

The thing is, Richard Gere should be last, except that Excalibur Lancelot was literally the dumbest person alive ever, so I guess that means since Richard Gere wasn’t literally just living in the forest stabbing himself with his own sword, he sucks less.  (Look, I said this was a rough journey.)  This Lancelot is just terrible honestly.  Firstly, he’s not a knight, he’s just some dude who rides around hitting people with his sword.  He meets Arthur when he helps rescue Guinevere who is on her way to marry her dad’s old friend bc he is old and sad and lonely.  His introduction to Arthur comes during a tournament.  And by tournament, I mean an extremely 90s, wacky, American Gladiator style wooden obstacle course thing that involves swinging knife things, swinging wood things, and just...it’s bad.  

He doesn’t want to be a knight, mostly because he thinks Arthur’s knights are boring squares (he is not wrong, but I hate him so-).  He agrees only after he saves Guinevere from Melegraunce, which involves more wacky obstacle courses and swinging bridges.  Also, he and Guinevere here give Arthur the horns, and also both suck.  He doesn’t learn anything, he is genuinely terrible, and also he is played by Richard Gere.  

Attractiveness: I’m gonna say last, mostly because his whole 90sness just irritated me and also because he was very moist through this whole movie and also I hated him a lot.

5. Excalibur

Look, this Lancelot was like, literally actually stupid.  He showed up, tried to beat up Arthur and failed, then went to live in the woods.  No like, he literally lived in the woods.  He would tell Arthur he was leaving Camelot to go adventuring or whatever, ride six feet out into the forest, strip naked, and sleep in the roots of a tree.  Also, he for some reason not only slept completely naked, but he also didn’t keep his sword in his scabbard so one night he rolled over and stabbed himself clear through the side.  Also, he and Guinevere had sex is his tree thing, and I saw way too much of his side ass.  I was honestly rooting for Gawain to kill him, and I didn’t even like this Gawain bc he was genuinely awful. 

Attractiveness: I mean, better than Richard Gere.  But, and I know I have said this before, I cannot express how ugly this movie was.  

6. Legend of the Sword

This one was easy to rank, because he did not exist.  This was an origin story, and Lancelot isn’t really a part of Arthur’s origin story so I guess we can give them a pass, except that I love Lancelot so this was a tragedy to me.  On the positive side, his lack of existence means that he can’t be worse than Richard Gere, so I guess I should rank this nonexistent Lancelot in like, 3rd place.

Part 2: The Arthurs

[jmeelee]

Chapter 1          [Read Chapter 2 Here]

The hazel eyes peering down at him in the weak light are a shade lighter than the thick emerald-green canopy hanging over his bed. Stiles blinks away his dreams. “How’d you get into the boys’ dormitory, Lydia?” His voice rasps as it travels out of his dry throat into the cool dungeon air, but Scott and the other boys won’t hear him over the Muffliato Lydia cast.

She shrugs. “What? Like it’s hard?” The tip of her Applewood wand glows white, casting deep shadows along her body as she perches on the edge of his mattress. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have about a million fantasies that opened just like this, but as soon as she says, “Stiles, something’s wrong with Derek and his friends, and you need to come help,” he knows this ending won’t be as happy as he’s imagined.

“No,” he says, studiously ignoring the heart beating double-time behind his ribs at the mention of his ex-childhood friend. He turns away, face-planting into the cool side of his pillow. He raises his head a fraction of an inch. “Did he...” He’s a masochist, because he already knows the answer, but the question is tumbling out of his mouth anyway. “Did he ask for my help? Me, specifically?”

Manicured nails trace soft, soothing lines up and down his back. That’s a no, then. “If it were you in trouble, you’d cut off your nose to spite your face, rather than ask him for anything. And Derek’s just as much of an idiot as you are. You’re perfect for each other.”

He huffs. “Why should I help those jerks? Why should you?”

“Because, you don’t just stop loving people.”

Stiles grumbles in response. “Don’t love him.”

“Hmmm, sure you don’t. Anyway, I’ve already talked to my grandmother, and she said we needed to do this together.”

He stiffens under her calming touch. Aw, shit. This really is bad. He rolls over, already whining. “I can’t believe you did a seance without me.” He shuffles over a few inches, holds up the corner of his comforter. He’s fresh off seven hours of sleep, but he’s never felt more exhausted. “Just... ten more minutes?”

She snuggles down next to him, pats the top of his head. “I tried to keep you out of it, if I could.” She’s the brightest witch in their year, so when he says it, he believes her.

Lake water washes against the dungeon windows. He sighs. “Here we go again.”

“Look on the bright side, Stiles. We take our N.E.W.T. exams in two months, and then it’s our graduation ceremony. This should be the last time.”

One more ‘here we go again.’ Somehow, the thought doesn’t make him feel any better.

———

They roll into the Ravenclaw common room—What gets broken without being held? A promise. DUH—sack of treacle tarts pilfered from the kitchen in hand. Stiles should be mentally prepared for what he sees, but he isn’t.

“Okay.” Stiles spins around slowly, arms crossed, leveling an accusatory gaze at each mask-covered witch and wizard. “Which one of you assholes pissed off the fairies?” Everyone in the room points to Derek.

Derek throws up his hands. “It wasn’t my fault!”

“It was kind of your fault,” Isaac, in a winter-white wolf mask, says. He hooks a finger into the bag of pastries, a stray blond curl falling across his covered forehead.

Stiles shoos him away, receiving a low, menacing growl for his trouble. “Scram, mongrel. No treats for you.”

“I thought you were supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards this place has seen in ages.” Erica encompasses the whole of Hogwarts with her broad, magnanimous hand wave. She manages to broadcast utter disdain, despite the golden wolf concealing the top half of her face. “The best you can do is dog jokes?”

“You want to hear a joke, Reyes?” Stiles sneers, clenching the fabric of his bag so hard the seam tears. “You’re a b—“

“Enough!” Five pairs of eyes snap to Lydia. “We are here to help.” She pointedly glares at Stiles. “So everyone, pull your heads out of your asses and put aside your differences. You can go back to hating each other and pretending the other doesn’t exist, after we talk to the fairies and get this curse removed.” She watches Stiles and Derek lock eyes, both quickly glancing away. “Or you kiss and make up. I do not care.” She shakes her head. “Just, for now, stop.”

“Why is yours… different?” Stiles’ voice comes out a hair too soft for his liking. Derek glances at him through the holes in the simple black wolf mask. The rest of the pack wear ornate metal wolf faces covered in swirls and divots, but Derek’s is smooth, edged down the snout in vibrant blood-red.

Derek shoves his balled fists into his trouser pockets. “I may have stepped through the rift first,” he painstakingly admits.

“Ah.” Stiles’ smile is small and sad. “So it is kind of your fault.”

“Told you,” Isaac hisses.

“Does it really matter whose fault it is?” Boyd steps forward, tugging at the silver wolf plastered to his face. Stiles has always been vocal about his disapproval of Derek’s new group of Animagi friends—it’s what led to their falling out, after years of close friendship—but he’s never had a problem with Vernon Boyd. Isaac and Erica are swagger and bluster, cutting and cruel, but Boyd is soft words and strong actions.

“No.” Stiles tosses Isaac the tarts and moves toward Boyd, grasping his chin in one hand and tilting his head to and fro, running a finger along the edge of the cold silver where it’s fused to his dark skin. “They never come off?” Stiles asks.

“Never,” Derek answers. He’s moved closer on silent feet while Stiles inspects the fairies’ handiwork. “They stay on all day, and all night. We can’t transform when they’re attached to us, and we can’t take them off. Hence why we haven’t been to any lessons in almost a week. Despite her soft spot for other Animagi, Headmistress McGonagall will start making inquiries soon.”

“They force us to dance,” Erica says. “Every night, we have to return, and dance in masquerade balls. It’s what the masks are for.”

So,” Stiles broaches, the words echoing off the wide, arched windows. “I’m pretty sure avoiding fairies at all costs is like, a pretty big lesson in both Defense against the Dark Arts and History of Magic. How’d a bunch of seventh years manage to get cursed?”

Derek’s shoulders hunch up around his ears, and he toes at a twinkling star on the midnight-blue carpet to avoid Stiles’ gaze. “When you’re an Amigus, your senses are heightened, to match the animal you transform into. We were out for a run together after dinner last week, and I smelled something. It was like…” Derek shakes his head. “It was so powerful, it completely overtook my senses. I followed it, and eventually, it led us to him.”

“What did it smell like?”

“Vanilla and pine,” Derek answers.

Boyd, Erica and Isaac all answer at the same time, their words blending together in Stiles’ overactive brain.

“Cotton candy.”

“The waiting room at Saint Mungo’s.”

“Cologne.”

Lydia holds up a hand. “Wait. You all smelled something different?”

Derek nods. “We all saw something different, too, at least at first.”

“I swear I saw the back of a little girl’s head,” Boyd shares, blinking hard. “I was trying to catch up to her, before she got lost.”

“I saw a Healer,” Erica supplies, shifting minutely in her high-backed chair.

“I thought it was my brother,” Isaac quietly says, “but that’s not possible. He drowned when I was younger.”

“Who did you see?” Stiles asks when Derek remains stubbornly silent.

Derek‘s eyes jump from the over-full bookcases to the statue of Ravens Ravenclaw to the domed ceiling. “I didn’t recognize the person.”

Stiles knows Derek’s handsome face like the back of his own hand, and that scowl means he’s not being honest, but Stiles chooses to let it go. For now. “Fairies are tricky. Did any try to bargain with you?”

Derek sighs. “The longer we looked at it, the clearer he became. What we thought was a child, or a healer, or family, was actually a man, a King. He knew my name, and whispered a riddle in my ear. If I answer correctly, we’ll be set free.”

Stiles gapes at Derek. “You’re a Ravenclaw! Riddles are your thing! What is it?”

Derek shakes his pretty head. “I can’t repeat it aloud. Can’t write it down, either; trust me, I’ve tried. He asks for the answer just before dawn, when the ball is ending. If I don’t answer correctly, we have to come back the next night.”

Stiles runs a shaky hand over his tired face. “Okay. What’s our next step?”

“We’ll follow them,” Lydia says, reaching toward Isaac and pulling an invisibility cloak out of the bag they brought with them.

Isaac, pastry crumbs falling from his mouth, peers into the sack. “What other goodies do you keep in here? Are there any chocolate frogs?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Where are we following you, exactly?”

“The Forbidden Forest,” Derek answers. Below the black wolf face his full lips press into a thin, hard line. “And then, into the fairy realm.”

Sterek Bingo 2019 • Themes: Fairies, Masquerade, Other Realms

[katiehavok]

👀

::Cracks knuckles::

So, I love Newt. Like, a lot. I love him because I relate to him on so many levels, and I love how he’s been handled in canon (so far), up to and including his curmudgeonly ways because ho boy, can I relate. I also really, really love Tina, and putting them together? 

Bliss.

Of course, me being me, I got to thinking: what if Newt and Tina never did get together in canon? What if CoG went in a completely different direction, or even the ending of the first movie? Or, even worse (because this is me) what if something happened that caused Newt to hare off to be on his own because of [insert convenient and contrived fanfic catastrophe here] and Newtina had to still come together when one part of the equation is fighting against it with every fiber of his being? What then?

Then my brain did what it does best and shit got really grimdark, really fast, and even though I wrote a good chunk of the fic, I ended up walking away because I managed to scare myself off of the idea.

So, have the entire first chapter of that fic (working title: “Mephistopheles”), in all it’s unedited glory since your request has been in my inbox the longest and I doubt I’ll ever return to this piece.

You’re welcome. :D

—–

July 1932

Tina lands on the solid ground of Drear, and looked around curiously while tucking her wand and the portkey — an old, rusty nail — into her jacket pocket.

There isn’t much to see. A thin scree of rocky beach trails down to water the color of dirty undergarments, scrub grass and weeds growing between the crowning monolith of stones that lead inland. Thick fog hangs over all, and she turns in a tight circle, using landmarks to memorize where she’s appeared, before straightening and picking along the thin, sandy trail that leads to the heart of the island.

It’s tough and slow going, and she’s inwardly thankful for her weekends spent on the Quidditch pitch and long, daytime excursions with Professor Merrythought into the Forbidden Forest for granting her newfound stamina. Steady flicks of her wand clear what little overgrowth there is on the foot-worn and obviously well-beaten trail. The sun is directly overhead when she conquers the sloping cliff, and she holds her breath while cresting it, only to frown when she discovers that she’s stumbled upon more of the same. 

The island is spread before her, a landscape of sharp cliffs, thin grass, the rough border lapped by the hungry sea. There’s no sign of life or human habitation, and she squints at the opposite end of the land before sighing tiredly.

“A map would have been pretty helpful right about now, old man,” she grumbles to herself, and squares her grip on her small suitcase before continuing.

Her short sojourn brings her to the edge of a narrow field, and she reaches for her wand on instinct before stepping into it. The tingle of powerful wards is the only warning she gets before the field seems to open around her, unfolding like a flower until she’s staring upon row after row of what looks to be plants. She glances down to make sure she isn’t standing on one, relieved to find that isn’t the case, and carefully picks her way between them while rolling her wand between her fingers.

“Hello?” she calls in a low but even voice, eyes peeled for the human who had obviously domesticated this island. There’s no response but the hoot of wind around the craggy cliffs, and she turns a full circle before spotting the small, sloped cabin tucked beneath a rocky overhang, thin smoke drifting from the crooked chimney.

“Gotcha,” she breathes, sheer relief at finding her quarry making her heart skip a beat. She tucks her wand away and heads toward the narrow front door of the building, climbing the creaky steps and debating whether or not to peek into the dark front window before dismissing it. She takes a few slow, deep breaths and sets down her case before gathering her courage and knocking, trying not to flinch at the hollow sound of her knuckles over the wood.

There’s a clatter from within, as well as what sounds like an admonishing shout. Intrigued, Tina tilts her head and leans forward, straining her ears — only to jolt back a step when the door is wrestled open. Her foot tangled in the dusty welcome mat, and her teeth connect with the side of her tongue, filling her mouth with blood when she goes down hard, landing flat on her ass and sending her case flying across the narrow porch. 

A shape moves into the frame of the door, and she looks up balefully to find a man staring down at her in obvious confusion, his hands hanging in loose fists at his side.

“You aren’t professor Dumbledore,” he says blankly, and squints into her face before his eyes widen with shock. He moves back half a step in an eerie mirror of her, his slender hands clinging to the doorway as the air seems to leak out of him, his strange blue eyes riveted to her face.

“Tina?” he asks in a faint voice, his lips turning pale.

“That’s Miss Goldstein to you,” she snaps, gathering her resolve and her dignity before climbing to her feet, clutching the shaky porch railing for balance. “It’s good to see you received Professor Dumbledore’s letter, after all, Mr. Scamander,” she bites out while brushing off the seat of her trousers. “It would have been nice if you had though to reply to him, though.” She can almost feel the sarcasm dripping off her words, and she refuses to feel guilty for it when she straightens her hat and looks at him defiantly.

Mr. Scamander frowns, his brow furrowing when he crosses his arms defensively and leans against the door jam. “What letter?” he asks crisply. “And, since we’re on the subject, why exactly are you here?”

She scoffs before gesturing around her. “I don’t even really know where here is,” she says frustratedly, “and I’m here because Dumbledore sent multiple letters, only to have them all returned unopened. He was tired of you avoiding him and decided to send me in place of an owl.” 

Scamander stands up straighter. “Here would be the Isle of Drear,” he mumbles, his shoulders tensing when she reaches into her jacket. She retrieves nothing more dangerous than a thick envelope, however, and Tina extends her arm to offer it to him, trying not to roll her eyes when he does nothing more than stare at it blankly. She watches him steadily, only now noticing that his wash-softened white shirt was unbuttoned to mid-chest, his striped braces hanging loosely around his waist. She feels her cheeks heat up, and curses herself for a fool before forcing herself to look at his messy hair. It’s more reddish than the small picture on the back of his book would suggest, and far longer than was considered acceptable for a man, hanging low in his face and curtaining his eyes from view.

“I have a signed copy of your book, you know,” she blurts for want of anything else to say, considering it a minor victory when Scamander breaks his staring contest with the envelope to look up at her confusedly. “One of the earliest first editions. It’s signed and everything. By you, I mean. My sister gave it to me as a gift.”

“Sister?” he echoes, and Tina is seriously beginning to wonder if the much admired and lauded Newt Scamander, Magizoologist and expert of all things beast-related, may not be a simpleton. His strangely monosyllabic answers and obvious confusion certainly suggest it, and yet there’s a certain deja-vu to this scenario that forces her to push the consideration to the side for now and focus on him.

“My parent’s other daughter,” she says patiently and lowers her aching arm to try another tactic. “Listen, it’s pretty chilly out on this porch. What say you and me go inside your place and we’ll talk about why I’m here, like civilized people. I’ll even be nice to you.” She manufactures her most winsome smile, the one Queenie had always privately urged her to use — Smile, Teenie! It confuses people! — only to sigh when Scamander dips his head and reaches for the door.

“No, thank you,” he says quickly. “I’m afraid I have nothing to say to you, and I’m not at all interested in anything you or Dumbledore may have to say. Good day to you, Miss Goldstein.”

She throws herself forward to wedge her foot between the door and the frame, wincing when the heavy wood pinches her from both sides. “I’m not leaving until I’ve done my job,” she says pleasantly. “I’ve got a cabin, a wardrobe, and enough food to last a year in my case, along with orders to stay until you sit down and listen to what I have to say.” She looks into his dismayed blue eyes, smiling sharply when his shoulders sag. “So really, it’s in your best interest to talk to me now, so I can return to civilization and can return to…whatever it is you do here.”

Scamander huffs before widening the crack of the door and looking into her eyes. He says her name softly, and she leans forward in anticipation. “Yes?”

He hesitates a moment, and she can see the conflict in his eyes before he hardens his resolve and uses his own booted foot to gently nudge hers away. “Enjoy your holiday on the Isle of Drear then,” he says firmly, “though I’d suggest you stay away from the northernmost tip unless you wish to find yourself on the wrong rung of the food chain. That’s where I’ve managed to corral the MacBoon’s.”

“The Mac-what’s?” she asks, only to huff in frustration when the door slams between them, cutting their terse interaction short. “Don’t think you’ll be rid of me that easily!” she shouts through the heavy wood, and growls to herself when the only answer she receives is the pointed and heavy snik! of a bolt sliding home. “Of course.”

The porch steps creak tiredly when she descends them, not bothering to watch her footing when she trods across his field, only to stop and look back when her scalp tingles with the curious sensation of being watched. The windows are as dark as ever, however, staring back at her like empty eyes, and a sudden gust of wind makes her shiver and pull her leather coat more tightly around her, further steeling her determination.

She finds a relatively flat parcel of land just outside his wards. There are no natural features to break the wind but she can’t fathom how that could be a problem, and it is within sight of his own cabin and, more importantly, it’s front door. Tina opens her case and brandishes her wand with the confidence of long practice, magically constructing the tiny cabin she and Professor Dumbledore had put together back at Hogwarts. She fills it with the meager furniture she had brought along before constructing a small shed to store her food and adding a wide front porch. She smiles at the results, conjuring a cozy curl of smoke from her chimney — standing straight and tall, thank you very much! — before nodding her approval.

Tina spends the rest of the day getting the cabin in order and formulating a plan of attack. She takes her simple evening meal on her front porch, washing down bread and meat with water and watching the cabin a short distance away from her for signs of life. There are none until the sun begins to fade, earlier than she would have expected. Then, curtainless windows of Mr. Scamanders abode brighten from within, and she watches him assemble and take his own supper before apparently settling down to read. His mouth moves on occasion as if he is speaking to someone, and she mentally takes note of the quirk, only for her mouth to go dry when Mr. Scamander unceremoniously sheds his clothing — treating her to an expanse of surprisingly toned and freckled skin — before taking a bath. 

Something nudges at her then, making her frown, but she ignores it to focus on him. Bathing apparently finished, she tries not to stare too hard when he towels off and quickly finger combs his hair before crossing to one of the windows facing east, away from her. There, he stands and looks out over the dark island for nearly an hour, and Tina wonders what a man like him would spend so much time thinking about until he abruptly walks a circuit of the cabin and douses the lights before climbing into his narrow bed. His windows go fully dark, cutting off her view of him, and Tina gnaws on a fingernail in thought before pushing him, his cryptic words and his frustrating lack of…well, anything for her to go off of to use her wand and clean up her meal.

It isn’t until she’s climbed into her own bed, warmed with a simple charm, that the mental nudge turns into her a prod and then, naturally, into a realization that keeps her staring up at the ceiling well past the moon’s zenith, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

Mr. Scamander was magical, there was no doubt in her mind about that. She had sensed it on him before he’d even opened the door. And yet, for all the times she had observed him this day, both on his porch and from the comfort of her own temporary home, she had not seen him use a single spell or incantation or, indeed, wield a wand at all.

“What would cause a wizard as powerful as you to turn your back on magic?” she whispers and is unsurprised when the dark offers no answer save the forlorn hoot of the wind around the eaves.

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