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klaus-is-the-real-number-1 · 4 years

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The day we caught the train (Slytherin!Five x Hufflepuff!Reader)

missvifdor said: It would be for Five Slytherins with a Hufflepuff reader 🤗 they are very opposite in personality but they complement each other. I love Harry Potter and the umbrella academy, so i'm glad you write about both 😄 thank you,

A/N: this was like kinda vauge so i made up like a story line i guess?? Its kinda a mess and really long?? hope this is ok!! I really like these because i used to be obsessed with HP, in this i imagine Five would be from the really posh part of london where, the reader being opposites to him would be from a northern town and theyre both in sixth year which is age 16-17, i had to do so much research for this lol

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Footsteps echoed through the long empty halls as curfew rolled around, the sounds of students rushing to get back to their dormitories after a long night of studying and hushed whispering of passwords was not an unfamiliar sound at this time of night. Pictures were left empty as their residents wandered away out of frame and the castle slowly went to sleep, except for the prefects. As the sun went down, the prefects got up to do nightly patrols to make sure no students were up past curfew, each house prefect patrolled their own areas around their relative commonrooms to catch any wrong doers, not that they were many.

Tonight was your turn, patrolling the basement level and the kitchen corridor around the Hufflepuff dorm room, waiting for anything exciting to happen yet you knew it never would. Hufflepuffs always had a strong moral code and a clear right from wrong, every single patrol you carried out during Fifth year when you were appointed prefect you never caught a single person, now part way into sixth year still not once incident had occurred.

Yet, for some reason, every patrol you had ended up with a certain Slytherin prefect following you around, Five. Five was unusual to say the least, he was a well respected and slightly feared student, cunning and determined, he had a close knit clique of fellow pure blood slytherins, yet for some reason out of everyone in the whole of the castle, he had a soft spot for you. Even though he’d never show it in front of others, during the light of the day he’d sneak in side glances and small smiles, especially in the first few years making sure no comments came your way about your muggle parents or your upbringing.

Exactly on queue, a familiar sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase leading to you corridor only to stop short at the last step. A small ‘lumos’ echoed throughout the quiet hallway before Fives head pops into view, checking it was actually you there before a large smile breaking on his face as he walked into view. “Hey.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?” You smile to him as he got closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

“They know it’s me on, no one would dare try anything.” He smirks knowing he was right, striking fear into everybody, except you. His eyes soften and his tone became gentle when he was speaking with you. He’d always been like that, from your first journey on the Hogwarts express, talking the entire train journey up, secret library meeting when you both realised things weren’t as simple as just being friends. Things got difficult when blood ‘purity’ came into play, when suddenly you couldn’t be friends, which hurt.

The dimly lit hallways excentrated his features, his sharp jaw and high cheekbones cast shadows on his face and neck, yet his dimples still shone through when he smiles and breaks up the harsh exterior that he puts on. Stepping closer, you lifted your hand to run it through his hair, watching his face break out into a smile and wrap his hand around your waist. Small displays of affection weren’t uncommon between the two of you, only increasing through the years of being at Hogwarts. “I’m so glad you stopped gelling your hair back.”

“Don’t remind me.” He rolled his eyes, remembering his poor style choices of his past. You move your hand and run it down the side of his face and across his jaw, taking a second to admire him before dropping your hand.

“I’ve gotta go, my shifts nearly over.” A sad looking smile broke over his face as he slowly lowered his hand from your waist. “I’ll see you tomorrow though.” You say as you lock eyes with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He repeated back to you. He smiled and started walking towards the stairs, just before his foot touched the first step he turned back to you. “Goodnight, y/n.”

Dueling was always one of the most exciting parts of Hogwarts, it was a welcome break from the immense workload that sixth years had to deal with. In sixth year you were expected to be able to cast non-verbal spells, a mentally challenging task where some were better than others. Over the past month your defence class had been working tirelessly on being able to cast successful non-verbal spells with the promise of having a period where you would be duelling, which was exciting for everyone involved, a chance to show your abilities and represent your house.

“I’m going to be pairing you up today,” Your teacher spoke to you all as he was stood on the dueling table, met with a grumble from the students. “With student of the same ability.” He continued, seemingly unaffected by the disappointed sounds of the sixth years. “When I call you out, both of you will come to the stage.”

Cheers and boo’s echoes throughout the room as students from different houses duled, light flying from wands as students desperately tried to conjure spells without speaking, some pulling through well where others barely being able to produce anything at all. Tension rose throughout the room as more people slowly got paired off, everyone wondering who would be the next pair.

“Y/n and Five.”

Smiling, you walk up to the stage and face Five, seeing a small smile emerge from his stern expression. Wands at the ready, you wait for the call to start from the teacher, already knowing your strategy. The air turned heavy and the room turned quite as everyone was ready to watch the duel, you were both the highest achieving students in the class and people were eager to see who would be the best.

Then it started, Five casting the first spell only to have you deflect it, causing a gasp to echo through the room. You knew it would be a risky move to cast a spell that hadn’t been taught, a spell that wasn’t even in the curriculum. It was the only way you had ever found deflecting a spell without having the spell hit your opponent, Five was stunned for a second before hitting back with another spell, only for you to deflect it again and again and again. Waiting for a hesitation from Five to strike and then you got it, a gap in his relentless spell casting when he took a second too long to think about his next spell.

Before he could blink, he was thrown to the floor with his wand flying out of his hand as you hit him with expelliarmus. Cheers erupted from students interspersed with nasty comments from the Slytherin students, you walk over to Five who was winded from his fall on the floor. Offering your hand he goes to take it before hesitating, under the watchful eyes of his Slytherin clique he lowered his hand and picked himself up, brushing down his robes.

“Right!” Your teacher stood up on the stage with you and Five. “Class is dismissed, remember to keep practicing these non-verbal spells.” Your eyes never left Five as your teacher spoke, you felt a stinging sensation wash over your eyes accompanied by a throbbing in your chest at his actions. You shook your head and turned away, unable to keep looking at him without bursting into tears.

“I need you to stay behind.” He turned to you, giving you a stern look only to soften when he saw you in near tears. Slowly, everyone left the room, either going to the library or commonrooms to await their next lesson due to the early finish. Closing your eyes, you gently tapping the lids with your fingertips to try and ease the stinging feeling, you take a deep breath before re-opening your eyes.

“Am I in trouble?” You say as you sit on the side of the duelling stage, legs swinging as you play with your hands.

“Not exactly,” He sighs, sitting in a chair facing you. “Where did you learn that?”

So you start to explain, lying as you went, as you explained you started to immediately regret even casting the spell in the first place. In fourth year you were spending a late night in the library, trying to find any books to help you excel in your classes, you had piles of books in front of you and then one book you opened had sheets of parchment paper interspersed with the other pages filled with spells that weren’t on the curriculum. It was filled with defence spells, jinxes, curses and more, it had been your guide ever since you found it. This, however, was not what you explained to him, simply saying you were doing some reading and found it and were unable to find the book again.

You could tell he didn’t believe you, but sensed that he wouldn’t delve too far into your story. “You can’t pull anything like that again,” He looked at you for a response so you just nodded. “I won’t go any further with this, you can go.”

The rest of the day went slowly, doing everything in your might to avoid Five, you had been patient with him all these years and him not even wanting to let you pull him up because of his little gang looking at him hurt, it stung. You know he’s loyal to his house but after 6 years of always hiding and sneaking around you just couldn’t bare it anymore, couldn’t bare the fact that Five had let this wizarding class war consume him.

Post day was always fun, hundreds of owls flying into the great hall and dropping off post from friends and family at home, some received letters while others got large packages sent in. Bruce was your barn owl, he was large, brown and robust, he would usually reside on your parents farm, being well loved and looked after by your whole family whilst you were away but always knew when you needed him in the castle.

In he came, swooping down with a letter tied to him and landing elegantly in front of you. Petting him with one hand while the other unties the letter, excited chatter filled the room as most other people were doing the exact same thing, wondering what their loved ones had sent them. Carefully opening the letter, trying not to tear the envelope, your eyes scan over the hand-written letter, smiling at all the information that was written in great detail.

At the very bottom they’d attached a photograph of them all together smiling, along with your dog and a few other animals they all looked after. As you were smiling and showing your friends you felt it get pulled out of your hand; turning around, you were met with one of Fives Slytherin friends waving your photo around, calling on his friends.

“Ere’ give it back.” Getting up, you try and swipe it from his hands only for him to hold it higher, scrunching it as he did.

“What are you going to do about it, mudblood-” Before he could finish his sentence the photo was snatched out of his hand by Five, lightly tapping it with his wand and the photo returned to pristine condition before handing it back to you with a small smile.

“Behave.” Five said to him, pulling him away from your table and back to theirs. A smile snuck onto your face as you sat back down, Five had never done anything like that outside the darkness of the library or the nightly patrols, let alone in front of his friends.

Then, very slowly, he started to actively integrate himself into your life, talking to you in class, helping each other with homework after classes and even sitting with you at lunch on a regular basis. Building up your trust for him again, building up your friendship publically even with all the snide comments other people gave him, he ignored them all for you.

As winter rolled round, snow dusted the castle and surrounding areas as if it was a cake getting doused in icing sugar about to be presented for a meal. Cold nipped at your noses as you made the trek into Hogsmeade, students rushing to buy last minute presents for loved ones before christmas break as well as a stream of students flocking to the Three Broomsticks to get their last sips of butterbeer before the train journey home.

The Three Broomsticks was so full that students were being turned away, it was bursting at the brim with some students even even sharing chairs. The atmosphere was buzzing with excited students, conversations so loud that you couldn’t even hear yourself think. Five and yourself had been lucky, opting to come to the pub first thing then doing your christmas shopping, finding a small booth hid in the corner.

“So are you excited to go home?” He was wrapped up in a hoodie and jacket, a discarded hat and scarf lying on the table, leaving him with flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

“I ain’t going home,” You say, taking a sip of butterbeer. “I never have, I’d have to get the muggle train back north, costs around 100 quid each way.” You tap your fingers against the half empty glass. “Canny afford it.”

“You’ve never gone home for christmas?” Sadness was present in his eyes as he locked them with yours but you just shrugged.

“It’s not that bad, it’s like, my sixth year staying so everyone is just used to me now, I get to phone home and they basically give me access to the kitchen and all the teachers who stay put on interest lessons and such.” A breeze caused you to shiver, wrapping you jacket tighter around you. “I also help with the animals.”

Upon seeing you shiver Five leant over the table to wrap his scarf around your neck before gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear; the small display of public affection causing you to blush. Once you’d finished your drinks you head into town, looking down the alleys for all the little shops you could find, looking for the perfect gifts for your family, asking a slightly unenthusiastic Five for a second opinion and just receiving a series of raised eyebrows or nods of his head.

Taking your time to walk back to the campus, Fives hand had found its way into yours, swinging your entwined fingers as you went. As the large castle came into view a bittersweet feeling washed over you, knowing that Five and everyone else would be leaving for the holidays tomorrow while you stayed at the castle. Even if the empty hallways felt like home there was always a pang in your chest on christmas morning, even if it did ease off during the day whilst sat round with friends and teachers, it still made your chest throb.

Joy was evident in the great hall, everyone talking loudly and laughing with their friends knowing they won’t be seen for the next two weeks, an exchange of gifts and cards being passed around. Slowly, everyone faded out to the dining hall, getting ready to get on the Hogwarts express home, you passed around hugs and goodbyes as your friends left the common room, all of them leaving cards and parcels by your bed and made you swear not to open them until christmas day.

All morning you were looking around for Five but were never able to see him and as everyone left for the station you were convinced he had gone. Defeated, you walk through the empty hallways to the great hall for the regular meeting where the staff discuss the rules with the rest of you who had stayed behind. You heard a voice call your name behind you, quickly turning around, you see him. “Five?”

“They needed a male prefect to stay on campus,” He says as he gets closer, grin covering his face. “So I volunteered.” Instead of answering you just throw yourself at him, embracing him in your arms. His arms instantly wrap around your figure, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Thank you, Five.”

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boomjohnny · 4 years

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🅼🅸🅽🆃🆈 // NJM

pairing: slytherin!jaemin x slytherinprefect!reader

word count: 1.5k

*this is a series (which will likely be very irregular lol)

**this is part one and idk how many parts i’ll make yet

warnings: none (maybe it’ll get a bit spicy later but most of it is just mc being stubborn and boo boo the fool)

genre: fluffffyyyyy like jaehyun’s hair and a byproduct from me rereading hp in quarantine

Love. Unconsciously, at some point you decided it was something you didn’t need. Something you didn’t want. Love is for the weak. To love is to be weak.

Love is weak. And you aren’t weak.

You can’t afford to be anyway. With nobody but yourself to depend on practically since birth, you were accustomed to being alone. In fact, you were comfortable being alone. You didn’t need friends - or anyone for that matter. They would just weigh you down.

However, your life seems to enjoy making misery for itself. A new bane inserted itself excitedly into your seemingly perfect(or so you thought) life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the form of a transfer student with a rather shocking blue head of hair.

Na Jaemin, from Ilvermorny was enthusiastic, to say the least. It was that kind of enthusiastic you might see with a dog at the park after a long stay indoors, or with a child who just got their favourite candy. From the moment his gaze lingered on you for more than the usual millisecond, you knew he was different from the other transfers you’d introduced the school to.

He was curious about you; and it was annoying.

“And over there is the Grand Staircase. Do be careful as they move around and there are vanishing steps halfway - I’ll mark where the last one was but I expect they’ll change again. And over here-”

“Have you fallen through the vanishing steps yourself, Miss Prefect?” He says, brightly.

You frown at the interruption(it was his third time) but answer anyway. “Well erm… yes. Once.” You turn back and continue to march down the hall, the blue-haired boy trailing closely behind you. “As I was saying, over here is-”

“When did you fall?” He pokes his head next to you, wearing a brilliant smile that no doubt the girls in your Charms class cooing at his arrival would be more than happy to pay a Galleon for. “Did it hurt? You were probably really small then. I mean, you’re still small now-” His hand lays on your head for a moment before you shove it off. It was only then that you realise, as he hovers over you with a grin you would quite like to rip off, that you were indeed, about a head and a half shorter than Jaemin.

You turn sharply and continue walking, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. “First year. Not really. And I don’t know.”

“Didn’t you measure yourself? One would usually like to know these things-”

“And I’d like you to be quiet now, thanks.” You snap, earning a pout from him. “I do need to get to my classes too, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t waste my time.”

After that, to your delight he stayed quiet for the rest of the tour, with only the sounds of hums in agreement or enlightened “oh”s or “ah”s leaving his lips. As the hour reached noon, you stopped in front of his next class, Divination, from which your nose already wrinkled due to the heavy patchouli that seemed to waft about within a ten metre radius from the room.

“That marks the end of the tour. As a Prefect, I do hope you enjoy your time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you have any further inquiries, feel free to refer to your student guidebook or Head of House.” You said, the words from the “Student Tour” section of the Prefect guidebook flashing through your mind as a sort of script. “Well then…”

As you begin to turn around, Jaemin’s amused voice stops you in your tracks. “Why do you talk like that?”

“What?”

“Why do you speak like a robot?” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorframe. “It’s like you’re reading off a script.”

“...a robot?” You feel like you’ve heard the word before. In a textbook somewhere…maybe…

“It’s a Muggle thing. Hunk of metal that can do Muggle things for Muggles,” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “It’s rather interesting. Almost like magic for Muggles, since they can’t cast spells like Accio. Although I suppose nowadays it seems like some are starting to have a mind of their own…”

“So you’re saying I’m like a hunk of metal made by Muggles with the purpose of doing Muggle things for Muggles?” You narrow your eyes, already annoyed that he still isn’t in the classroom. “Is that your form of an insult?”

“No no no. I was just saying you’ve been a bit cold to me, that’s all.”

“Well it isn’t in my duties to do anything other than take you around the school grounds,” You say, shrugging. “Besides, I only met you two hours ago and I have no intention of talking to you more than I have so…”

“Wow. Your words sting,” He clutches his chest, patting it a few times. “Can you really say that as a Prefect of-” He clears his throat, and mimics your tone. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”

“I just finished the tour. I’m not speaking to you as a Prefect anymore,” You sniff, getting another infuriatingly strong whiff of patchouli. “-or as anything else. Goodbye.”

As you trudge down the spiral staircase of the North Tower, murmurs of excitement and delight pass you, a rare sound to hear from students going to Divination. One three-way conversation between two Ravenclaws and a Slytherin caught your ears in particular.

“Hey, hey, I heard that the new guy from Ilvermorny is joining our class.”

“Huh? The blue hair? What was his name again?”

“Oh! I saw him earlier with that snooty Prefect from Slytherin.”

“His name is Na Jaemin…and he’s soooo good-looking. I heard that he was top of his class no - year in Ilvermorny too, but he had to transfer because his father moved jobs from MACUSA to our Ministry of Magic - to be the new Head of Magical Law Enforcement, at that!”

“Oh shit, really? He must be loaded.”

“Damn. I better get close to him, if he’s such a big shot…”

“Yeah, and his mum is that famous part-Veela author, you know that book about…”

You don’t realise you’ve basically been walking a step per minute until the circular trap door closes with a booming thud that echoes through the tower. It makes you jump, your polished Mary-Janes getting dangerously near the edge of a step. You sigh, rubbing your temples.

Gossip wasn’t your thing, really. You thought it was rather useless to speculate someone’s life story behind their back - and it wasn’t like you wanted to know that much about Na Jaemin anyway. He was annoying and you’ll never speak to him again - that’s all you needed to know. That’s all you WANTED to know.

But still it bothered you. Not the fact that his father was now the head of the largest department in the Ministry, not the fact that his mother was a famous author who happens to be part-Veela, not even the fact that his hair is cobalt blue even though he’s a Slytherin.

The fact that it’s been two hours since he’s stepped into this school and people already talking about him like that just felt so…

Your eyes fall to the student information sheet bound tightly under a clip in the binder, only now noticing the “Na Jaemin” wiggling hyperactively around the page like they ingested too much caffeine. You roll your eyes. Did he enchant this when you left to get his timetable? What an idiot.

Your attention shifts to the picture next to it, where a pair of dark eyes stare intently up at you. His grin is the same goofy, toothy one he showed you earlier. Just below it: his family history, achievements, address… Just as you let temptation wash over, your eyes dart back up to his picture, a mischievous glint now in his eyes, as if he was daring you to look further. You scoff, even his picture was irritating. You whisper a “Colloportus” and hear it click before shoving the binder into your bag.

The April breeze feels cool on your skin, and as you walk away from the North Tower you feel something else on your skin. You turn swiftly, noticing something perching on the window on the tower. It can’t be… Professor Suh, the Divination teacher HATED the windows being open, something about the strings of the future being broken…or something… Your eyes twitch at the flash of cobalt against the blue against the sky proving your suspicions to be true.

Jaemin’s eyes were on you again, and it felt warm against the wind. His hand waves and his lips curl back into that stupid smile. You sigh, flicking a disapproving hand at his lack of attention to class and turning away before he can gesture to you that Professor Suh had asked him to feel the strings of the future in front of the class because he was the only one who interpreted his tea leaves properly…

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yujachachacha · 6 years

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My room has never been cleaner

While I was in college, my parents used my room as storage. When I came back, I sort of went with the flow and continued to add on to the pile of stuff. I have some relatives visiting from Korea this week, so I finally rolled up my sleeves and cleaned it out. Here are a few of the things I found:

Pretty much every single extra pillow, comforter, and bedsheet that isn't currently being used stuffed into my closet

7 tins of Altoid Mints (I'm lowkey addicted to them)

A huge stack of 2L callbooks that I decided to take home after Team ONIBE ended up with extras from the DVs

A rough draft of a note I sent to a certain ONIBE member, along with a drawing of a certain μ’s member drawn Rikyako-style.

Scratch paper with stuff like "wtf kanan" and "NOOOO CHIKA STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING" and "oh I didn't know that You-chan could sew" scribbled on it. These were my initial impressions from LLS Season 1.

Various plotlines for the LL x HP AU that I put on indefinite hiatus, feat. Even More Nozomi Suffering™, Rin being a lil shit like always, Nico acting more like a Gryffindor than a Slytherin, and a potential Aqours cameo.

A notepad with a bunch of Love Live songs scribbled on them. Upon closer inspection, it appears that it was from when I first encountered LL. Apparently, I was slowly going through all of the songs and writing down my impressions of each of them.

Lots of Rin doodles

Various drafts of K-On! fanfics that I never got around to publishing lol

Also, several sheets of paper dedicated to brainstorming a YuiAzu lovechild named "Yuzu"...who happens to be an older sister with a half-sibling...and yes, the way I decided to spell "Yuzu" (i.e. the kanji for her name) is exactly the same as the spelling for Aihara Yuzu from "Citrus", wtf. However, the sibling I made for her was an elementary school boy, so the similarities stop there. I remember writing this back in 2011, I think? IIRC "Citrus" was first published in 2012, though I didn’t even really know it existed until like 2016...amazing.

Purikura (photo booth) stickers of a high school friend and me dressed as Pokemon trainers for Sadie Hawkins (a dance where the girls have to ask the guys out)

My first-ever cell phone, a flip phone from Motorola. I found the charger as well, and was amused when I found that I could actually power it back up. I had a bunch of low-res dumb pictures on it, along with a bunch of old chain text messages. One of them scared the shit out of me because it autoplayed horror music when I opened it up. It included a .gif of a typical Asian horror film ghost lady and the ominous words "FORWARD THIS 2 AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE OR SHE'LL VISIT YOU LATER TONITE!!!!!!"

A printout titled "A Gift...and a Curse" (with the title in Curlz MT font) attached to a report about Japan that I did in 6th grade, which was part of the report's requirement to write an original story about the founding of whatever country your report was about. I skimmed the story and proceeded to internally scream over how much of my past weeaboo self shone through my writing, then actually screamed out loud briefly after I suddenly remembered that I had to read this story out loud to the class when I turned in the report.

Over 200 Yu-Gi-Oh cards lmao

A notebook with a few pages dedicated to my first OC, Robo Fox, which I made back when I was like...9 or 10, I think.

#yujachat #keion #queuetie panther #in case y'all couldn't tell i've been MIA because i've been deep cleaning my entire house #...also gonna be MIA for like the next week or so because my aunts just arrived #i'll probably be dead on my blog but maybe i'll find a few hours here and there to chat about SIF and LL #this does not even come closer to listing all of the items i found #there was some wild shit hidden in my room #tbh i actually had an entire 2nd generation of k-on planned out #i had character sheets for a ritsumio kid along with mugi's daughter and ui's child and even nodoka's offspring lol

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inthehouseofflies-blog1 · 7 years

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♖ (modern!Lucy, WSW!Don, CoC!Torleik, CoC!Kon, CoC!Lisel) // ♞ (Midyan, Modern!Don, WSW!Lucy, CoC!Damian, CoC!Christoph) //♟(Modern!Gideon, WSW!Mary, CoC!Eve, CoC!Claus, CoC!Viviette) // ☂ (Modern!Mary, Velius, CoC!Viktorya, CoC!Eudora) // ♨ (Modern!Eli, WSW!Wallas, WSW!Julien, CoC!Louis, CoC!Viala)

♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures //

Lucy (Modern)I think she loves reality television. She knows how incredibly scripted and empty it all is, but she can’t help but get sucked in on a day off and binge watch entire seasons of it. Lucy would also never admit it, but on particularly lonely nights, she reads them while taking a long bubble bath.

Donovan (HP)Guilty is the key word here and it makes this very hard. I think one of the things he does that he isn’t too proud of but absolutely enjoys, is sitting for hours on his bedroom floor while looking over all his medals, photos, memorabilia, etc. of his glory days. He knows it’s pathetic, but he likes to remember that at some point in his life, he was somebody.

Torleik (CoC) It’s not incredibly different or unusual in Arvidor, but for Torleik, taking time to admire the beauty of the trees and unique greenery of his land is definitely something to be ashamed of. Not that he’s ashamed of admitting that Arvidor is vastle beautiful and even that kind of beauty isn’t lost on someone like him, but that he wasn’t actively being productive. That’s what he’d be ashamed of.

Konstantin (CoC) Oh, Konstantin has about a thousand. Everything he loves is a guilty pleasure. From sucking off his cousin (LOL) to spending twice the amount of time getting ready that normal Vollstachtian men do... Konstantin is constantly in a state of guilt. And his relatives don’t exactly make it easy for him. After all, this is the land of fire and steel and here he is fussing over the exact placement of the ruffles on his cravat and bitching his twin sister up and down for her heinous taste in men.

Liselotte (CoC) I think she certainly feels and does regrettable things, but I’m not sure she feels guilty for any... From wishing she was dead (to be with her parents), to forcing Raphael to spend time with her when it clearly bothers him in some way, to defying her uncle at every turn... I don’t know that what she enjoys, she feels guilty for. Huh... I’ll have to think more about this one, because I feel there’s something I’m forgetting. OH, you know what... she does take pleasure in having Killian’s attention, but also feels guilty for wanting it because of their first “disagreement”. I think some part of her knows she should loathe him for that but... I DON’T KNOW. Confused child, confusing me.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do //

Midyan (Main) More than anything, he wants to return to the under realm with Miryam and return to doing what they were born to do. However, he’d never admit that the toll the mortal world is taking on him is very, very real. And he knows Miryam is enjoying their banishment, and would never force her back with him. He knows they may soon come to an impasse and it keeps him up at night.

Donovan (Modern)Oh man, he’s so motivated now that Bailey is in his life. Donovan was content to his shitty, pathetic life. Even on the path to recovery from his alcoholism, he wasn’t exactly excited about it. But with Bailey... now he wants to get a good job, get a nicer place in a good part of town, make it comfortable for her... for them. He wants to build a life for them; he sees his future only with her or he doesn’t have one at all.

Lucy (HP)She wants to live outside her identity as a squib. Even though she’s more valuable than ever, she wants to be valuable for more than just that. I think, sometimes, when she’s tired at the end of her shift, she wishes she had someone to curl up next to. Thank God for Rhea, because sometimes a best friend is exactly what she needs (and they have similar struggles about being known for something that isn’t them as a whole), but Lucy has never been loved outside of that. It’s am empty part of herself she doesn’t know needs filling just yet.

Damian (CoC)He wants to marry Aniah and return to the man he was before at the same time. He craves his status, his reputation, his attitude being returned. And honestly, if she says yes to him, it will all flood back. He’ll be stronger, actually. Far more charming; more in control; a better player on the grand, political stage that is court life.

Christoph (CoC) Christoph wants to bring his old pal back. He wants to get Rafael back to his old self (just short of the arrogance which got him cursed, of course) and he wants all his cousins to be happy again. He wants the old life back with all its fun. None of these politics and new dangers at court. He’d also like for Vollstacht to embrace Kiya because honestly, look at that face. Come on, now.

♟ for something my muse admires

Gideon (Modern) Alice. He absolutely admires her strength. She can smile even in the worst circumstances. She has the kind of resiliance that he believes is rare and massively valuable. Before, it may have been a struggle to get it out of him, but he would readily confess it to her now. Maybe soon, of his own volition, when they’re in a hospital room and a baby is on the way.

Mary (HP) Neil. God, she thinks so fucking highly of him. There is no better man in her eyes, no better way of being. Aside from how hard he punishes himself by working until he’s damn-near dead, Mary absolutely thinks he is the ideal human being. Kind, generous, strong, intelligent, honorable, courageous, loyal, loves his family. She could go on and on about how many things there are to admire in Neil Lockewood. She absolutely feels that everyone is his inferior.

Evelyn (CoC) I know it says “something” my muse admires and not “someone” but AH WELL. Evelyn is a pretty... vapid, self-centered thing; admiration is hard to find inside her selfish, little heart. For Umbra Lui’s sake, she calls her orphaned and prematurely-crowned cousin “leftovers.” lmfao If she admires anyone, it would be Malakai. He’s handsome, wealthy, a successful king at a young age. I think she would admire Afasa if she ever crossed paths with the man. Wealth, power, and a face worth swooning over; that’s what Evelyn admires.Claus (CoC) Those in power who do not abuse it. Caldreus is a good example. Though Caldreus often causes eye-rolls so hard that they hurt, Claus is a firm believer that he is a very good king who has never used his power unless it was for the good of those whose lives depend on his decisions. Ambition for one’s own-self and one’s own alone is abhorrent.Viviette (CoC) When one sticks to their guns. She can always find some admiration for a person who, even against all odds or rebuttal, remains steadfast in their belief or cause. Those who backtrack, who correct themselves even with good reason, are not well-liked by a queen who cannot be told anything other than what she already thinks.

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

Mary (Modern) Bailey. In any of her modern verses, no matter what her situation is, she wants to protect Bailey and whatever makes Bailey happy. For example, with the whole issue of Don being too old for her (and the last person her parents would want her with): Mary immediately offered shelter from the storm. She wants Bailey happy because Mary knows that out of everyone in the world, Bailey deserves it most. Mary would throw down everything to protect her best friend. NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR. Because Lord knows that if any kind of authority got wind of it, or if those relationships were made public... all hell would break loose, and Mary might just kill herself.

Velius (Main) Himself. Looking out for number one, always. Whatever he wants, loves, admires, needs, etc., Velius comes first.

Viktoriya (CoC) Gael and Giselle, her adopted family. She owes them so much, and although her mere existence is an insult (as her true identity is bound forever with tragedies that befell them both), she would give anything (or do anything) to see them safe.

Eudora (CoC) Her last family member, Zosime. While Eudora has a large heart, there is no one who consumes it more than her big sister, Zosime. Eudora only ever wants to see Zosime happy and healthy, and anyone who would jeopardize that would be met with (probably futile) resistance.

♨ for something that relaxes my muse

Eli (Modern) Pot. Honestly, getting high. Xanax sometimes, but mostly he likes to smoke. Alcohol is more of a party choice. Oh, and “Friends” (the show). Pot and “Friends.”Wallas (HP) He loves to sit and read magizoology books with a large cup of hot English breakfast tea in hand. A good pair of pajama pants, soft robe, and we’re in business. Absolute bliss.

Julien (HP) Laying in bed all day with his little wife. At least, he’s going to make her his wife as soon as the smoke clears and they won’t be bothered. But yes, nothing is more relaxing than laying naked or semi-naked in a tangle of silky sheets with her. They could just talk for hours, or say nothing at all, instead passing time by tracing delicate shapes with their fingertips on each others skin. Julien just wants to be with her, be comfortable, and not be bothered by the world outside. Before Bailey, he liked to smoke, to take an assortment of mild wizard drugs, and look at paintings.

Louis (CoC) Cooking, gardening, cleaning. I imagine servants have gotten frustrated with him many times because he insists on doing things himself. After a hard life of combat, court life, and protecting princesses from all that is out to get them... domestic life is sweet, quiet bliss.Viala (CoC) Gabriel time. When he can afford to sit with her in her tower, Viala is most at ease. She likes to lounge around and hum little tunes while playing (and most times, successfully tangling) his long, dirty blond hair. She likes it when he tells her stories, when he talks to her about the comings and goings of the court she doesn’t often get to visit.

#⋄❰ AH these were all so much fun. I love digging into their brains ty ty ily <3 ❱⋄#ofsugarandice

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