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helnjk · 3 years

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I Never Planned On You - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x reader

This is part of my showtunes fic list based on the song I Never Planned On You from the musical Newsies 💗 also i am SUCH a simp for Charlie it’s crazy

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: when the twins bring their best friend to the burrow for christmas, charlie can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Warnings: very brief mentions of death (minor character) & the war, injuries from dragons (?), mentions of food & alcohol consumption

I’ve got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry

Girls are nice, once or twice,

Til I find someone new

The pub was unusually packed, Charlie noticed.

As he scanned around the crowded room, his friends idly chatted around him. This was their usual routine, every Friday they would clock out of work and make their way here for a round of drinks and some fish and chips.

He hadn’t noticed until she was directly in front of him, but one of the girls he saw around the reserve had made their way over.

“Hello Charlie,” She drawled, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, “It’s so nice to run into you here.”

Despite the freezing temperature and the fact that everyone else was dressed comfortably, having come straight from work, the girl was wearing barely anything. Not that it mattered what any bird wore, as long as they felt confident in it and in themselves. But, as she bent down to be eye to eye with him, her breasts practically spilled over from her too tight top.

It was obvious what she was trying to do.

His friends watched with amused glints in their eyes, already knowing how this interaction would go. Her appearance was not out of the ordinary. Despite each incident involving a different bird, they had seen this kind of thing happen quite often when they went out with Charlie.

“Erm, hello,” He muttered, trying not to make eye contact, “Louise right?”

Her attempt at a sultry conversation was shattered as she replied, “It’s Leanne.”

“Right.”

Sensing that he was not at all interested in whatever was going on, Leanne huffed and turned on her heel. She angrily strode across the room, making as much noise and ruckus as possible, just to get a reaction out of the redhead, but her attempts were futile.

Mark, one of Charlie’s friends, let out a low whistle as the girl left hearing distance, “That one was rather presumptuous, don’t you think mate?”

Charlie let out a soft chuckle, “I don’t understand why they all think they can pull the same move and expect me to react any differently.”

“They’re all hoping to be the lucky one that the Charlie Weasley falls for, or some other crap like that,” He winked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Reckon that won’t happen for a long time yet, mate.” The redhead replied.

“You never know, Charlie boy!”

He merely shook his head and took a sip of his drink. Dating wasn’t really on his mind anyway.

Love at first sight’s for suckers

At least it used to be

The crack of apparition sounded through the pale morning light.

Charlie landed steadily on his feet as he appeared on the top of a hill, just on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole. Nothing had really changed since the last time he visited, the same silhouettes of different houses littered the landscape, the same sleepy neighbors about to begin their day. The familiarity of it all blazed in his heart like a warm fire at the end of a cold day, comforting and all consuming.

The Burrow stood proud and tall in the horizon, and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. He was home. It was the Christmas holidays, the war had ended, and he was home.

He took his time, trudging up through the blanket of snow surrounding the house. Smoke rose from the chimney signalling that his mum was already puttering about in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the army of people no doubt housed under her roof.

“Mum!” He yelled as soon as he crossed the threshold, “Mum, I’m home!”

As he banished the remaining snow on his boots with a wave of his wand, Molly Weasley came bustling out the kitchen door. Apron adorning her waist and a smidge of flour flecked on her fiery hair, she grinned and opened her arms.

“Charlie,” She said as he bent down to wrap his arms around her in an embrace, “Oh love, it’s so good to see you!”

“You too, mum.” He smiled at her, “Anyone else here yet?”

From eldest to youngest, she listed off the plans of each of her children and where they were to spend the holidays. Everyone would be ‘round on Christmas and Boxing day, but the only ones spending the night that day, Christmas Eve, were the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. The younger ones of the bunch had arrived the day prior, but were still asleep from what she knew.

Charlie nodded his head before he was sent away to unpack his things in his old room. His mum had kept it just as he left it, even though it had been many years since he moved to Romania. She said something about not being bothered to think of anything to turn it in to, but he knew that she kept it for nostalgia’s sake.

As he made his way back down the stairs, the commotion at the front of the house caught his attention. Fred and George had arrived, noisily announcing their appearance, taking off coats and scarves and calling out to their mum. However, Charlie could also just barely see the outline of a third person behind them.

She was nearly a head shorter than the twins, but when she came into view, he felt the air get knocked out of him. The light streaming in from the open door behind her seemed to glow in a halo around her, her eyes lighting up at whatever the twins had said and a laugh falling from her lips.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

The twins took notice of Charlie’s presence, as he was paused halfway down the stairs, and called out to him.

“Oi, Charlie!” George called, making his way to his older brother, “Nice to see you, mate! How’ve you been?”

“Good-erm, good yeah.” He managed to stutter out, head still spinning at the sight of the beautiful girl, “What have you lot been up to, then? Who’ve you brought over?”

“This is Y/N,” Fred said, motioning to his best friend.

At the introduction, she smiled brightly and held out her hand for Charlie to shake, “I work with the twins at the shop, nice to meet you.”

Charlie spotted Fred and George roll their eyes playfully.

“Oh come off it,” Fred nudged her before turning to his older brother, “We’ve been mates with this one since Hogwarts. She was usually the one getting us in trouble, though.”

“Oi!” She laughed, “Don’t make me sound like the bad influence, I was a perfectly good student.”

As Charlie watched their interaction, he had flashes of a little girl always in step with the twins and causing mischief in the halls of Hogwarts during his last few years there. Back then, she had only been a child, bright eyed and inquisitive, but now she had grown into a woman, confident and sure.

“Nice to meet you,” He murmured as their eyes locked, “The more the merrier around here.”

He might have been imagining things, but he swore he could see the faint beginnings of a blush creeping onto Y/N’s cheeks.

The ruckus made from the twins & Y/N’s entrance was enough to wake the rest of the inhabitants of the household. It seemed like the Christmas celebrations had begun early as they all clambered into the slightly too small kitchen table and had a meal together.

For the rest of the day, Molly had them all helping out in preparation for the real celebratory meal the next day. Charlie hadn’t had the time to strike up a conversation with Y/N and instead settled with (not so) subtle glances her way.

Once or twice, one of the twins would catch onto his game and send him knowing looks. He paid them no mind, though, being used to their antics.

“So Charlie,” Fred began, as the family was settling in around the living room after dinner, “Y/N, huh?”

The pair of them leant against the wall in the corner of the room, away from any prying eyes or ears.

“Shove off, mate.” He replied with a slight shake of his head and his lips barely twitching into a smile.

The younger brother rolled his eyes playfully, “It’s alright. Georgie and I have been fending off boys for years with our Y/N. She’s quite fit, but no guy’s been good enough for her in our eyes, or in hers I reckon.”

“Don’t you go playing the protective best friend on me now, I haven’t even done anything!” Charlie playfully shoved his shoulder against his brother’s.

“Nah, I’d never. Just wanted to tell you that she’s never been romantically involved with anyone.”

“Well, that makes the two of us then.”

The Burrow was uncharacteristically silent as Charlie crept down the staircase. It was definitely past midnight, but he hadn’t been able to fall asleep, tossing and turning from the moment his head met the pillow.

He paused for a moment as he reached the bottom, not expecting to see light filtering through the open kitchen door at this time of night. His heart only picked up its pace as he noticed that it was Y/N who was sat by the counter, nursing a cup of tea in her hands and staring out the window.

“Care for any company?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

He noticed her body jump slightly at the noise, but when she turned to face him, the smile she sent in his direction could light up any room, “I’ve just heard from a certain redhead that around here, the more the merrier.”

“Fred tell you that?”

Her laugh was a sound he knew he would never tire of hearing, “And I see cheekiness runs in the family as well.”

“Nah,” Charlie shrugged, taking the seat across from her, “It’s our good looks that you should be watching out for.”

He flicked his wand and the kettle began to boil once more as a mug floated its way towards the counter. The pair of them had settled into a peaceful silence, taking in the comforting atmosphere of the winter night.

It was Charlie who finally broke the silence, “So, how’s it been working with the twins at the shop? They drive you mad yet?”

She gave him a knowing smile, “When you’ve spent nearly seven years in close quarters with them, you tend to get used to it. Plus it’s good to have steady company, especially when it comes in the form of Fred and George.”

“What about your family? How’re they spending the holidays then?”

The moment the question escaped Charlie’s lips, he knew he had made a mistake. The light in Y/N’s eyes seemed to dim and her grip on the mug in front of her seemed to tighten.

“Oh I’m sorry, you don’t have to–” He began.

“No it’s alright,” She assured him, “My parents died in the war. I was going to spend the holidays alone, but the twins refused to even entertain the thought.”

“Well, I’m glad they brought you along this year.” He sent her a timid smile.

“Me too.”

But I never planned on someone like you

Christmas comes and goes in a flurry of cable knit sweaters and too much food. Y/N and Charlie found themselves tucked away in a corner or out in the snowy landscape taking a walk together more often than not. A quiet conversation at the dead of night did wonders for their budding friendship.

It was as if they were magnets now, drawn to each other in a way that couldn’t be explained.

Sooner than he’d like, Charlie found himself in one of the Ministry offices, hand tightly gripped onto a portkey.

As he settled back into his daily routine at the dragon reserve, his mind often wandered to Y/N. The way her eyes lit up when she saw the snow fall, how her smile bloomed at any of the twins’ (albeit not so funny) jokes, the little crinkle in her nose when she had a particular thought in mind.

“Look out, mate!”

He only had a second to react as he saw one of the younger Welsh Greens open its mouth and shoot flames in his direction. Charlie had been so distracted by his thoughts that despite his best effort and his exceptional flying skills, he still felt flames lick his skin and singe his clothes.

Full of adrenaline, he managed to land his broom properly before rolling onto the grass and performing the protocol for accidents such as these. Mark reached him quickly, as the rest of the team he was with went to settle the dragon down. A quick aguamenti charm at the still burning areas of Charlie’s clothes got rid of the remaining flames, but he still suffered a few burns and scrapes.

“You alright, mate?” Mark asked, helping the redhead get to his feet, “I think we’ve still got to get you to the infirmary for those burns.”

“Nothing I haven’t gone through before.” He smiled, wincing slightly as his clothes rubbed against the new burns on his skin.

As it was protocol for the reserve to inform next of kin of serious injuries, Molly Weasley received an owl detailing the accident and the procedures done to make sure that Charlie was well taken care of.

When she received it, she just so happened to have Y/N over for some tea. As the matriarch of the Weasley family couldn’t help but be drawn to children who had lost their parents in unfortunate circumstances, she made it a point to have her over every once in a while.

“Charlie’s hurt?” Y/N asked, concern leaking into her voice. She had peered over Molly’s shoulder to see what could be so urgently delivered from Romania.

Molly tried to hide her smile as she noticed how much Y/N cared for her son. She wasn’t the only one who took note of how quickly they were drawn to each other over the holidays, and she was thrilled at the thought of Charlie finding someone to love.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t love just yet.

“Got a few burns from one of their younger dragons, it says,” Molly clarified, “He’s confined in their infirmary until further notice. Usually we’re allowed to visit them when we get a notice like this, but I don’t think I’d have the time to go this week… And I don’t want to bother Arthur, he’s been so busy these days with the Ministry as well.”

Having been around Molly for much of her Hogwarts years, Y/N knew exactly what she was doing. But she couldn’t deny the flutters in her stomach when she realized that the person she looked up to as basically her second mother was trying to push her into the arms of her second eldest son.

“Molly,” She began, already set to turn down the offer.

Mrs. Weasley was quick to the chase, however, “Oh I hope he wouldn’t feel too bad, being injured and not having anyone come to visit him.”

A small chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips as she shook her head, “I’m sure he’s got friends over at the reserve.”

“Oh Y/N, but I know he’d love to have you over!” She protested, “And I know the twins would let you go and visit him as well. I would be truly grateful if someone from the family could visit him and come home with news.”

Y/N’s resolve faltered as she noticed that Molly had said she was family. The Weasleys had been practically her second family the moment the twins took her under their wing, but hearing the family matriarch say it so casually moved something in her heart.

“Oh alright.” Y/N smiled, “I’ve never been to Romania, might as well go and see what all the fuss is about.”

The infirmary wasn’t new to Charlie.

Working with dragons was a little more high risk than his mother would’ve liked, but his love for magical creatures overrode whatever concerns she might have had. It helped that everyone working in the place was a top notch healer and got him patched up in no time.

Still, he found himself on bedrest for at least the next few days as he waited for the various balms and soothing creams applied to his skin to work.

Just as he began to feel a little stifled and antsy, a knock on the door rang and the familiar head of one of his healers popped in, “Looks like you’ve got a visitor, mate.”

Charlie furrowed his brows, “But, my mum said she couldn’t come ‘round and visit–”

“Sorry to disappoint, love.”

The sound of her voice was enough to fill his heart with immeasurable joy. In that moment, he forgot all about the uncomfortable sting of his burns and the itch he had to get out of the ward and onto the field again.

“Y/N?” He asked, as she stepped into the room, looking as radiant as when he first met her, “What’re you doing here?”

“Molly said that you were injured,” She shrugged, nonchalant, “Just thought I’d keep you company while you recovered.”

“You came all the way to Romania just so that I wouldn’t be bored out of my mind?”

“Well when you say it like that, it sounds like I went through loads of trouble! I just got the next portkey out of Britain.”

Despite all appearances, the two of them bantered with each other with rapidly beating hearts. Charlie couldn’t believe that his own mum had sent the bird he was pining after to visit him in the infirmary. Y/N couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with the plan and was going to be around the boy who caught her eye.

As soon as she took a seat next to his bed, though, their conversation flowed from where it left off. No awkwardness or uncomfortable pauses, just the two of them chatting as if they were still back in the Burrow, nursing warm mugs of tea and watching snow fall outside the window.

Y/N had to avert her eyes when the healer came back to redress his bandages, not because she was embarrassed to see him practically naked in front of her, but because seeing the burns nearly made her gasp out loud. She knew that he was a dragon tamer, but she hadn’t known the severity of what accidents on the job looked like.

Of course, he noticed and once the healer had left them again he said, “I’m alright, love. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be all patched up in no time!”

“Yeah,” She nodded, “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Without thinking, she reached out and took his hand in hers. The both of them looked at their intertwined hands atop the stark white bed sheets. His skin was calloused and rough, she noted, but tender and gentle too. It was evident that he enjoyed what he did and he did it with a lot of care.

“Tell you what,” He stage-whispered, finally meeting her eyes, “I know what’ll help me feel better.”

“Oh yeah? What?” She raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to him and playing along.

“For you to go on a date with me once I get out of here.”

“You are something else, Weasley.” Her eyes glimmered as she shook her head, and Charlie felt his heart hammering in his chest, “If you weren’t injured, I would’ve shoved you off this bed.”

“You didn’t give me an answer, Y/L/N.” He replied, hoping that he didn’t come off as too eager, but still squeezing her hand to show that he was serious.

“Of course I will, you silly man!” She rolled her eyes, but pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

She relished in the way that simple gesture brought a rosy pink tinge to his skin.

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a-aexotic · 3 years

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blueberry iced tea. | r.b

pair: gn!reader x regulus black.

warnings: fluff, mention of food/drinks, unedited jnwnvnjw :,). word count: 688 summary: regulus waned to spend the summer with his s/o, y/n, and he realizes a lot about himself, and so does y/n.

tags: @nothinghcppens @eunoniaa @isolemnlyswearpevensie @aspiringsloth20 @thatslovelymoony @amourtentiaa @vsawyer1989 @fives-cup-of-coffee

requested by the lovely @amourtentiaa

WHEN REGULUS WANTED TO SPEND THE SUMMER WITH YOU, YOU WERE SURPRISED. honestly, he'd never spent any time with you outside of hogwarts, and you weren't sure if he was ready to.

but if he genuinely wanted to spend the summer with you, in your muggle town, with your muggle parents, you were okay with it - you were happy about it.

you had been dating regulus for only a few months, but you knew him well. you guys weren't best friends, but he was a friend. he liked you, and you liked him. you asked him out, and for the first time you saw him smile and blush. the first time you'd ever seen him do that, to anyone. you felt butterflies rush to your stomach - in that moment, regulus knew you were the one. he had that feeling; the one old married couples talk about.

the first weeks of summer consisted of you and regulus awkwardly swimming in the lake near your house because of your siblings always being near.

you started realizing regulus isn't that dark and stormy as you thought he was. when you would walk around the town, he would laugh and point at muggle things he thought were funny. you heart burst with happiness every time you heard his booming laugh; it would never get old. neither did his smile, or the way he'd gaze at you instead of watching the sunset on your roof.

you discovered a lot of things about regulus. first, he knew how to play the ukulele. he didn't know how to sing, though. so instead of sleeping, he'd play music for you. or just play with strings for you. it made your heart smile if that was even possible.

YOU GAVE REGULUS AN APPLE AS HE YAWNED. you both agreed on waking up early and spending the day in town. regulus was especially excited about the library, which was your first stop. you were returning your favorite books for regulus you checked the week before.

"when you said early, i thought you meant like, 10 am - not 8 am, y/n." regulus gave you a tired look as you smiled at him.

"8 am is not even early, dear-"

"for summer, it is." regulus held your hand as you walked out the door. you nodded.

"sure, whatever you say reggie," you side eyed him with a smile to sneak a look at his blush as you called "reggie." it always made him blush, without fail.

you quickly arrived in town, books in one hand, and regulus' hand in the other. regulus surprisingly likes these muggle store, and the town itself. "you want iced tea?"

regulus nodded. another thing that regulus liked was muggle iced tea - something he'd never tried or heard of in the magical world. his favorite was chai or blueberry flavor. he also liked the music they played in the cafe's you'd go too.

regulus sat down in the chair as you ordered the iced tea for him, and you handed it to him. he looked at you with the biggest smile you'd ever seen on him.

"what are you so happy about?" you spoke as you mimicked his expression, regulus taking your hand into his, and making you sit in the chair next to him.

he handed you a notebook. "here, um. i wrote everything i liked about your favorite book, and wrote my favorite books and books i think you'd like based off of that book."

you smiled even bigger. in all honesty, you didn't think he'd read it. you were surprised when he did, but you didn't think he'd write a list on why he liked it. "regulus, that's-"

"cringe, i know. i just know you like lists and um, i just wanted to." he took your hand. you moved your lips closer to his and gave him a kiss. he laughed after, and his eyes lit up. you looked deeply into them, and i guess,

that was the moment you knew he was the one, too.

#regulus black #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #syds fics #the black family #sirius black #regulus black fluff

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sweetsubharry · 4 years

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do you have any friends to lovers au full of fluffy?

Yes I do!! It is a favourite of mine so be warned there’s 36 fics in this rec!! Isn’t friends to lovers fluff just the best?? 💖

Please stay safe and read the tags!!

It's A Start by Magiic_Shop

“This is dangerous, love,” Louis smirked, his lips pressed against Harry’s shoulder blade.

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” Louis’ smirk grew into a smile, “I might never want to let you go.”

Harry shifted against Louis, reaching up to cover Louis’ hand on his stomach with his own, “Then don’t.”

Or, the one where Harry can't sleep at night, and because of that, neither can Louis. Louis thinks it could be the start of something.

everything i can arrange, every part of me you change by orphan_account

“Don’t you try that shit with me,” Niall spits the second he reaches Louis, pulling off the hood with force. “What the hell is this?” He plops down next to Louis on the empty bleacher and unceremoniously pushes a sheet of crumpled paper in his face.

Netflix and Chill Buddy Application

It’s like no matter how hard Louis tries, he can’t seem to run away from this stupid fucking flyer. All the girls (and some of the boys) in every one of his classes have been talking about it all week. It’s on every wall of every building on campus. Louis went for a jog last night and he nearly tripped and died over a loose one on the football track.

[Harry needs a big spoon and Louis refuses to let anyone steal his position. Based on this post.]

One Plus One Is Also One (Sometimes) by justgotowisharder

“Dear Mrs. Sissy,” Anne read out loud and Harry only wanted the ground to swallow him up, “you asked me to write about my hero but I don’t have a hero, I have a superhero. Superheroes are better and have superpowers. My superhero is Louis Tomlinson.”

(Or the one where Louis Tomlinson isn’t really a superhero, but he’ll always do everything on his power to protect his baby Harry)

Love You But I Gotta Let Go by FallingLikeThis

Harry’s father is never going to be satisfied with anything that he does. But maybe that’s okay when his best friend is there, always cheering him on anyway.

Prompt 947: The despair of ever living up to his standards.

Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Take This Sinking Boat and Point It Home by goodgirlfaith (boomersoonerash)

Five times Louis Proposes to Harry and the one time he doesn't.

Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

Burning Skies by emeraldharry

They both watched as ice and fire danced across their palms, hypnotized by the small things they could do with their powers. Snowflakes swirled around each other as the mist twisted about like a small tornado, while the fire in Louis' hands swayed and twirled gracefully—bright and warm and beautiful.Before, Harry couldn't even think of touching him with the fear of turning his skin to ice. Now, he knew that Louis wasn't some ordinary human to shy away from. Louis was bright, fiery flames, a body of powerful waves of heat. Louis was everything he was not, his polar opposite, but it was all the more reason that they fit together just right.or[Mutant au: Harry likes to think he's normal. Except, normal boys don't freeze everything they touch. Louis thinks he's perfect just the way he is and shows him just that. Zayn is a telekinetic, Liam is a rising YouTube star, and Niall is the best human best friend there is.]

I see the love light in your eyes by larrycaring

For as long as Harry can remember, Louis has always been his best friend.

There are a few constant things in Harry’s life: his family, this town he’s grown up in, and Louis.

He had his other friends, of course, but Louis had always been and still was the person that Harry was closest to. Maybe it was due to the fact that they live next to each other, and that, since the first night they’d talked, when he and Louis shared a conversation on their conjoining roofs, they instantly hit off, and a friendship developed. Or maybe it was that Louis was always so cheeky, almost the opposite of Harry, but it complimented Harry’s slow and thoughtful way of life perfectly. Either way, it just kind of happened.

or an AU where Louis and Harry are very much in love. Featuring football & late night rendezvous.

you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

put your head on my shoulder by wayfared

Niall gives Harry until the end of marching season to either a) make a move on Louis Tomlinson or b) get the fuck over him. Either is easier said than done. Basically, your High School AU with a drum beat.

My Only Sunshine by DontLetHimGo

Harry and Louis have known each other since the start of everything.

When Harry is only a few weeks old, and Louis is two, the older boy is immediately intrigued by the little person in the carry cot. Jay knows that it will be difficult to keep her son away from her best friend's little boy.

baby, hold on to my heart by icaarusfalls

Here was the dilemma: Louis and Harry were out with their mates window shopping because there was nothing else to do and Louis brought an antique ring, hoping to pawn it off to get some quick cash. It was a small, old thing, all rusted and gold, but it had its charm. The owner didn't take it because of the minuscule crack down the middle of the jewel, so Louis just shrugged and handed it to Harry without a thought.

—•—

Louis gives Harry a ring as a joke, but Harry starts wearing the ring everywhere he goes.

So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr

“Are you gonna kiss me then?” He asks so quiet he isn’t even sure Louis heard him.

“I think it’s bad luck if I don’t.“ Louis’ breath is hot on Harry’s skin in the cold air. They stand in the dark; Louis’ face only lit up by the yellow-ish light from the street light a few metres away. The light over the door of their building hasn’t worked in years.

“Okay,” Harry says, and of course his cheeks heat up. There are definitely butterflies in stomach and his mouth is definitely dry.

or,

Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.

It's the Sun In Your Eyes by Bearandleonardwrite

Harry's not the best with relationships. Then he finds Louis.

(Basically; Harry's insecure and hurt, but Louis loves him anyways and knows how to help.)

Sun-Dappled by QuickedWeen

Louis and his best friend Harry are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, facing down their future together. Louis has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, and he begins to feel a sense of urgency as the second semester begins. Finally he hatches a plan to tell Harry about his feelings on Harry's birthday.

Stop Making Tired Excuses by midnightskies

Louis hates many things; cold tea, countdown, tuesdays, and university, but most of all he absolutely, categorically despises Eric Davidson, current boyfriend of Harry Styles.

nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres

And there's heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole--everything else sucked out of existence. There's no bed and there's no pillow and they're not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there's no room and there's no X Factor house and there's no Niall snuffling or Liam's deep, even breathing and there's no wind or traffic outside and there's no hum of the heating unit and it's all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis.

or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

every december (your star lights the sky) by larrystomlinsons

Louis needs a date for the Christmas dance and Harry is the wingman that has feelings for him.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

waiting on the sun by midnights

A third year counselor at Camp Weehawken, Louis just wants to get through the summer without accidentally professing his love to Harry during movie night.

ft. night swimming, lots of cuddles, and even more fluff.

Right From the Start (You Know I Got You) by FallingLikeThis

Louis grows up protecting Harry. Harry loves him for it.

Let Me Give You My Life by midnightskies

Gemma has one rule for Louis while he stays with her family at Christmas; not to hook up with her little brother, so of course that's the one thing Louis does.

deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus

"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”

Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”

[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]

You Are The View by larryftnoctrl

Louis is running out on time for his photography assignment and Harry looks lovely in red. It only made sense.

the most beautiful thing by sunflowergolden

“Well, I came prepared of course. I actually have a full on suit with me.”He had to be joking. “Lou, you have to be joking. There’s no way you took a full on suit with you all the way from the States.”“I was raised right, H. You never know when you’re going to need it, so you take it with you. In case a cute boy asks you out.”or, the one where louis and harry have been friends for a while, but they live 5.404 miles away from each other, and louis goes to stay with harry for a week

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

don't call me baby by 28sunflowers

A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5

Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic by larrycaring

Call him hopelessly romantic, but Harry was convinced Louis was the one for him. He had never really believed in love at first sight until his special person had come along and stolen his heart. And really, as soon as he had first met Louis on the train, Harry had felt something. Their love, at first sight, had started when they had met, and it had never ended since they had found each other. Harry hadn’t known it back then, of course, but even during his first encounter with Louis, he had felt that fluttering feeling from deep down inside, when Louis had first smiled at him. It had been like gravity had moved, and nothing had mattered more than him.

or even in a magical world, Louis and Harry's love is the most magical and beautiful thing in the world, Zayn is the smart Ravenclaw who falls for his best friend, Liam's true feelings are revealed and Niall is Niall.

or my first Larry Hogwarts AU that I just had to write.

Close your eyes (and let the word paint a thousand pictures) by larrycaring

They were attached at the hip as soon as they met on the Hogwarts Express. They became good friends within the first week of school, and from that day on, Harry just kind of snuck his way right into Louis’ heart. It’s just his charming side, his genuine and caring personality, his stupid puns (and now pick-up lines) that make Louis laugh his ass off, and his bravery and determination. His endless support and loyalty, his friendship… Everything about him, Louis loves. Merlin’s beard, he’s truly gone for him. And he doesn’t know how to tell Harry.

or another Hogwarts AU where Harry thinks it’s a good idea to use cheesy pick-up lines to reveal his feelings to Louis.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

A Real Work of Art by lululawrence

“I don’t understand,” Liam said for probably the fiftieth time in ten minutes. “You have to explain again how this is a bad thing.”

“Leeeeyummm,” Harry whined into the phone as he leaned his head onto his desk. “I felt like this year was my year for getting his attention, you know? That senior year I would finally get Logan Thompson to realize I exist! But he’s in almost every single one of my classes, Li. How am I supposed to survive that?”

“Easily,” Liam answered, with the same matter of fact tone his voice always took when Harry was in one of his fits. “He doesn’t know you exist, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”

Or the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.

wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by orphan_account

Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.

This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.

(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)

Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

this is a wip but it is updated regularly, almost finished, and I highly recommend it!!

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line without a hook

A/N: hello my beautiful angels! This is based on a little funny story I had a little while ago. One day I was just scrolling and stumbled upon this absolutely adorable video. In the video, this lovely human named addie talks about a scenario she had while shifting. I fell in love with the idea and asked if I could write a fic based on it and she said yes!!! I really hope she enjoys this lol. If you’re reading this addie thank you so much and I hope this doesn’t completely suck :)

I’ll shut up now and let you all enjoy this. Remember to stay safe, wear your masks, drink some water, and enjoy yourselves. Love you!!!

**Addie’s tik tok: adrienneisntmyname**

Summary: what happens when you stay at the burrow for the first time? With the Weasley’s, chaos always ensues.

Warnings: none! just cute fluff I am pretty sure. I tried to keep it a general reader as well so If i messed that up let me know <3

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It was the holidays at Hogwarts but all I could feel was bitterness. My family was on a trip during the holidays and I would be home alone throughout the whole break. With a long sigh, I sat next to my boyfriend of 6 months, George Weasley as he chatted with his twin Fred.

“What’s got you down sweetheart?” George said when he felt my presence next to him. I explained all that was going on. He knew how much I adored the holidays and could just see how upset I was. None of that helped the utter shock of what he said next, however.

“Why don’t you come back with Fred and me for the holidays.” looking back between the twins with my eyes practically bulging out of my skull.

“I think you broke her Georgie” Fred chuckled at my shocked expression.

When George had asked me to stay at the burrow I was absolutely terrified. I mean this was the first time I would be at the burrow with his family. This was the first time I would meet his parents and be under the same roof as all the Weasley children. Still, I agreed, shaking with fear and excitement.

Terrified. Yeah, that was the perfect way to describe it. Absolutely terrified.

George knew how scared I was about the whole thing so when I got there he was outside the house with Fred waiting for me. He came up and grabbed my bags. He stopped outside the door and turned to me.

“Y/N I don’t want you to be afraid. It’s just my family and I know my parents are gonna love you. You already know some of my siblings and they seem to tolerate you so that’s lovely isn’t it?” he chuckled. Way to go George, way to make me even more nervous than before. Walking into the burrow was truly something magical. The warm smell of cinnamon and a warm fire filled my lungs, laughing and shouting rang through the house as Fred ran off to mess with Percy. Ginny smiled at me as she walked through, this being her wish for good luck.

“Mum!!! Y/N is here!” a crash was heard from the kitchen and a loud shout from a feminine voice at George’s words. The infamous Molly Weasley came into the room, flour dusting the apron she was wearing and her face. Immediately I was trapped in a bear hug as Molly laughed

“Oh my goodness Y/N you are even more stunning the Georgie says! Are you sure you want him I mean he is a bit of a mess.” I laughed at George’s shocked expression.

“Mother you wound me!” He feigned hurt and put his hand over his heart, clutching the shirt he was wearing in his hands.

“Oh, Georgie don’t be so dramatic!” I laughed “It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs.Weasley.” I finished turning to Molly.

“I will have none of that. Just call me mum sweetheart.” she smiled warmly “Go ahead and show her to Ginny’s room Georgie, let her settle in, and then you can come down and get acquainted with everyone.” George nodded at his mother’s words and picked up my bags and lead me upstairs.

When we got upstairs and I started to get settles George grabbed my waist and pulled me into a hug. “Now was that so bad sweetheart?” I only chuckled and shook my head.

“No I suppose not, thank you for letting me come stay Georgie.” a kiss was placed on my forehead.

“Don’t thank me Y/N. Besides, having you here gives Fred and me an alibi for the genius pranks we have planned against Percy.” he chuckled and pressed kisses all over my face. Laughs emitted from both of our throats as we fell onto the twin size mattress I would be sleeping on. I stopped for a second, taking a moment to stare at the man above me. His laughs calmed and he looked down and met my eyes. Moments flew by as we just stared at each other. George leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. His lips were slightly chapped but still soft and sweet. I could spend hours kissing his lips, I probably would have.

“GINNY! Y/N AND GEORGE ARE MAKING OUT ON THE BED!” Fred cried. With that George and I jumped away from each other, blush coating our already flushed cheeks. This was the beginning of one of the best winters I had ever had.

~*~

I had woken up the next morning to laughing coming from downstairs. I sat up in the bed and stretched, hearing my bones crack loudly behind me. A cold shiver runs off my spine as I take a few breaths to try and assist in waking myself up. Waffles and other breakfast smells that I couldn’t identify with the only few minutes of consciousness circling through me. I trudged downstairs with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. The laughs only got louder as I continued down the stairs. Honestly, I wasn’t very worried about laughing. I was more worried about a cup of something warm and a nice breakfast. In the days leading up to coming to the burrow, Freddie talked nonstop about the food his mother would make during my stay. My stomach let out light rumbles as I reached the kitchen. Being greeted with warm rays of sunlight coming in the windows littered the walls of the room felt nice on the cold parts of my body, yet to have warmed up.

“Georgie I dunno if she will be very impressed with that.” George’s clenched his jaw at his brother’s words. I wasn’t really sure what he was doing so I tried to peer further into the kitchen. I knew if I went too far Molly would see me and ruin whatever the twins were working on.

“Fred I don’t really remember asking your opinion.” I heard Ginny laugh and saw her pass over a roll of tape to George.

“Well, you don’t really have to worry about hiding your Uhm...bouquet from Y/N. Our sleeping beauty is awake.” Ginny pointed towards the door frame where I stood watching the scene. George hid whatever he was working on as Molly flew into the room

“Good Morning Y/N! I hope you slept well! Breakfast should be ready soon so make yourself something to drink. I have tea ready but if you prefer coffee we have that too or we ha-”

Fred cut her off mid-sentence “Mum I think she can make something just fine.” With a huff and a sarcastic glare, Molly wandered back into the kitchen. Mutters of “good mornings” were heard from the Weasley siblings after Molly left the room. I wandered into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. When I looked back to George he was desperately taping together pieces of paper. A few of the cut pieces were stuck to a long piece of tape he was trying to cut. I walk back over to him and gaze at the look of concentration painted in his expression. Pink tongue stuck out slightly, eyes narrowing to focus on whatever he was working on.

“Are you trying to romance me?” I asked as he jumped. He took a breath as a deep red flush flooded his cheeks and reached his ears. Thank goodness (more for him) his the rest of the Weasley siblings were focused on their own conversations rather than our little exchange. He moved slightly, inadvertently showing the small army of paper flowers. His large hands gathered the roses in his hands, trying to make them into a makeshift bouquet. George handed them to me, scratching the back of his neck.

“Is it working?” He chuckled, still embarrassed. Some flowers were slightly askew, the tape being shown through the petals but it was perfect. Sure maybe they were a little messy but who cares? George made them and that was all that mattered. “I thought you might like them,” he continued “You always get sad when I get you flowers and they die, so I thought this might be a better option.” he smiled.

“Your romancing is definitely working Georgie” I say, taking the roses from his hand. I trap him in a hug. “Thank you Georgie” He only chuckles and holds me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

“Anything for you Y/N” The sweet silence we shared as we swayed wasn’t one that was suffocating or awkward. It was more peaceful. No matter the loud crashes and stories surrounding us, it felt as though it was just the two of us.

“OH MY GOODNESS GEORGE IS BEING SOFT!” Fred cried, causing everyone’s attention to fall on us. Over the teasing and laughing that came from everyone in the Weasley family I had only one thought in my head. This was home. Home is with George, and no matter how chaotic, no matter how many sweet moments were ruined by his family, they were my family too. Now the only thing to do was to enjoy the rest of winter, something I figure wouldn’t be very hard to do.

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hyuckles-chuckles · 4 years

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riddle me this — n. jaemin

a simple riddle was the only key to get into the ravenclaw tower, if only hufflepuff jaemin could answer one correctly so he could finally ask you out on that date he promised to take you on once he answered a riddle.

pairing ; hufflepuff!na jaemin x ravenclaw!reader

other character(s) ; mentions of ravenclaw!moon taeil

genre ; fluff, hogwarts!au · word count ; 2k · rating ; pg · warning(s) ; me not knowing about astronomy, breaking curfew and almost being caught

request ; “jaemin + 14 : ‘don’t make a sound.’ + k : hogwarts!au” by anon

masterlist ; adobe’s 1500 follower celebration

a/n ; this is dedicated to my ravenclaw homies! i saw y’all in the comments and reblogs of my other harry potter based fics, and i finally wrote a ravenclaw reader since i’m a ravenclaw, i can’t believe i took so long to write one hehe! besides that, i hope y’all enjoy this:)))

You sat in the Ravenclaw Common Room, reading a novel as your feet dangled over the star covered, midnight blue carpet. With all of your homework done, you finally were able to relax in the Tower, the whistle of the wind calming you down from the day you had at Hogwarts.

You were turning the next page of your novel when seventh year prefect Moon Taeil sat next to you and pulled out his own books. “What’s up, Moon?” you mumbled as you focused on the words dancing on the page. You had a feeling as to why he sat with you, but you were too engrossed in your novel to pay him much attention.

“Nothing much,” he answered you, pulling out some Transfiguration scrolls from his bag. “But there is a Hufflepuff kid trying to get into the Tower.”

“A Hufflepuff kid?” you questioned, finally looking from your novel for more than two seconds.

The only student from the Hufflepuff house who was constantly trying to get into the Ravenclaw Tower was Na Jaemin, never being able to do so because he wasn’t able to answer the riddle correctly. Jaemin tried constantly because you had promised him a date if he was able to get into the Common Room without the help of a Ravenclaw student. When you had made that promise, you didn’t really like him all that much, only making the promise with the hope that he never answered the riddle correctly.

But after the few weeks of him trying and trying again, the moments when you exited the Tower to talk to him only got you to know him better as well as like him better. A few days ago, you even told him he didn’t have to answer the riddle and just ask you on a date. However, he was loyal to his promise and would only ask you on a date once he managed to successfully get into the Tower.

A faint smile appeared on your lips as Taeil confirmed it was Jaemin. You quickly abandoned the Common Room, running off to your dorm to drop your stuff off and run to the door with the Eagle Door Knocker to see Jaemin.

You opened the door, startling Jaemin with the abrupt action, only for him to smile when he saw that it was you who opened the door.

“How many letters are in the alphabet?” he asked you while he sat on the floor in front of the door you closed. Instead of greeting you normally, Jaemin would always ask you the riddle that the Eagle Door Knocker asked him.

You thought about the answer, already having one in mind, but you wanted to know what Jaemin said. “How many letters did you say were in the alphabet?”

“There’s 26 letters in the alphabet from A to Z, but the door won’t open,” he told you, pouting when you giggled at him and joined him on the floor. “Just tell me the answer please.”

“How many letters are in the word alphabet?” you asked him, giving him the final clue to answer the riddle.

“Who phrases a question like that?” he asks, annoyance dripping in his voice.

“It’s not just a question; it’s a riddle.”

“Well, then the answer’s 8,” he smiled, booping your nose before standing up, extending his hand to help lift you up.

“Na Jaemin, you can’t be so cute with me and then not ask me out on a date,” you pouted as you took his hand, standing closer to him than you normally would with other people.

“We made a promise, I will stay loyal to my promise even if you want to break it,” he smirked at you before walking down the stairs, laughing when he heard you follow him.

You rolled your eyes as you took his hand in yours. Before he could ask you why, you quickly gave him a witty reason. “I hold my friends’ hands like this. You shouldn’t worry about that promise.”

“I didn’t know that we were friends,” Jaemin chuckled as he went up another flight of stairs. You recognised this as the staircase that led to the Astronomy Tower, the tallest Tower at Hogwarts.

“I don’t let random boys take me to break onto the roof of the Astronomy Tower,” you tease him.

“I would never!” he scoffed, holding a hand up to his chest. “I got permission from Professor Sinistra to be here. I had to get an O on my last test, but it’s all worth it.”

You and Jaemin walk up the spiral staircase until you reach the top of the Astronomy Tower, the telescopes already pointing up to the night sky. You remember coming up here in your first year with your fellow Ravenclaws, identifying the constellations in the sky for practical exams. You’ve never been up here with anyone outside of your house and your professor, but you were glad that it was Jaemin you were with right now.

“I thought you wouldn’t be asking me on a date, Na Jaemin,” you smile as you walk over to a telescope to look into the sky, identifying one of Jupiter’s moons.

“Who said this was a date?” he asked you as he leaned against the wall next to you. “This is just two friends looking at the sky.”

“Sure,” you said sarcastically as you raised your head from the telescope, prompting Jaemin to look where you were looking.

“Europa?” he questioned as he looked at the same moon you were looking at.

“That is Europa,” you confirmed, beaming when Jaemin turned to look at you with a wide grin.

“I’ve got to thank fifth year Astronomy for that,” he said as he smiled at you.

“We learned that in first year,” you giggle at him, sitting down on the cold stone to look at the bright stars above you.

“Oops, I guess,” he mumbled as he retrieved his wand from his belt. “Accio, blanket.” Seconds later, a black and yellow blanket flew up along the tower and into Jaemin’s hands. He laid the blanket on the floor next to you so you could scoot onto the blanket to stop the cold from spreading throughout your body.

“Thank you,” you said as you laid down on the blanket, cheeks heating up when he moved down to lay right next to you.

“It’s my pleasure; I can’t have you getting cold.”

You looked from the sky to Jaemin who was already looking at you, thinking about how you ended up here. “Which is faster, hot or cold?”

“What?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“It’s a riddle; I’m training your brain to answer the Eagle Door Knocker so we can finally go on a date,” you admit, turning on your side to give all your attention to the Hufflepuff in front of you. “Which is faster?”

“Uh, hot is faster?” he answered you, yet the hesitancy in his voice made his answer seem like a question.

“Why is it faster?” you asked him, curious as to how he came up with the correct answer.

“Because people get hotter faster than they get cold,” he suggested, a shy smile adorning his face for his reasoning. “Was I right?”

“Your answer was right but your reasoning was wrong.”

“Then why is hot faster than cold?” Jaemin asked, leaning on his elbow to get a better look at you.

“Hot is faster because you can catch a cold,” you inform him, laughing at the way he groans at the correct reasoning.

“Riddles are so dumb!” he complains, only causing more laughter to fall from your lips.

“They’re not dumb, it’s just a brain exercise,” you tell him.

“Well, I exercise enough on the Quidditch field,” he grumbled even though he had a small smile on his face as he laid on his back once more and closed his eyes.

“Well, if you answer my riddles correctly, I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek.”

“Okay,” he grins as he sits up. “Give me another one, I’ll get it right. I promise.”

For the rest of your time on top of the Astronomy Tower, you gave Jaemin three kisses of more than possibly twenty kisses on his cheek — each one getting closer to his lips. Unfortunately for you both, you had classes in the morning so you had to leave the Tower and go to your dorms. He insists on walking you back to the Ravenclaw Tower, and who were you to say no?

You walk hand in hand towards your Tower of residence, Jaemin’s Hufflepuff blanket wrapped around both of your shoulders as you walk down the many staircases and passages. It was just the two of you for a few minutes, until you hear someone walking as well. You feel the squeeze on your hand as Jaemin quietly runs to a corner and crouches down, bringing you with him.

“What’s wrong? I thought you had permission to be out,” you whispered to him.

“I did,” he whispers, his face extremely close to yours, “but not past midnight. So, don’t make a sound.”

You listen to the sound that slowly approaches where you and Jaemin hid, the echoes of a meow bouncing off the walls, indicating that it was Filch and his cat. If you got caught by him at this hour — especially with a boy from a different house — you would receive a huge punishment. You didn’t want him to find you, so you got your wand out and held onto Jaemin’s hand tighter than before.

“Expecto Patronum,” you whisper, pointing your wand in the opposite direction of where you two were. As soon as you utter the word, a Persian cat appears, the blue glow of your Patronus causing Filch’s cat to get distracted and chase it down the corridor.

“Mrs Norris! Get back here!” you hear Filch yell as he chases his cat down the corridor, completely ignoring the Patronus.

“Let’s go,” Jaemin whispers, quickly helping you up and running towards the stairs of the Ravenclaw Tower. You both laugh when you hear the echoes of Filch’s cries for who was out there, already long gone from the scene of the crime.

“So…a Persian cat?” Jaemin asks you as you walk towards the door to your Common Room.

“Yeah, what’s your Patronus?” you ask him, standing with your fingers interlocked with his.

“It’s a bunny rabbit,” he chuckles as he looks down at you.

He’s leaning in when the Eagle Door Knocker asks you a riddle. “What is at the end of a rainbow?” He pauses his moving closer to your face to think about the answer to the riddle. While at the Astronomy Tower, he realised that he needed to think about the question before answering the riddle.

Usually, people would say that a pot of gold was at the end of the rainbow, but the answer to this riddle was—

“The letter W,” Jaemin says as he turns to the door, waiting for its answer.

The door opens slowly and Jaemin jumps in the air, silently cheering for himself for opening the door by himself. You quietly clap for him, not trying to alert anyone inside the Common Room.

Once Jaemin is done celebrating his victory, he places his hands on your cheeks to bring your lips together in a sweet kiss. “Now I won’t feel guilty about kissing you before getting that door open,” he says against your lips.

“I’m just glad you finally opened the door,” you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Lunch together tomorrow?” he asks you as he lets go of you.

“It’s a date,” you say, walking into the Common Room, waving him off as he took the stairs all the way down to the Hufflepuff Basement.

And even though Taeil reprimanded you for returning to the Ravenclaw Tower after curfew, the smile on your face never disappeared. “Why are you still smiling? I’m forced to deduct points from our house because you broke a rule.”

“Because I finally got my date with Na Jaemin.”

to celebrate getting 1500 followers on here, i opened up my requests! be prepared for more requested works from me!

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writings-of-dumpy · 3 years

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VooDoo Doll: George Weasley x Reader blurb

A/N: This is actual garbage. Like it’s just bad. I’m so sorry.

Summary: Based on VooDoo Doll by 5SOS. George doesn’t really like Y/N, but suddenly he has feelings he can’t explain... until he can.

Fred and George played pranks on everyone, almost no exceptions. They tried to stay away from those much younger than themselves, but sometimes a know-it-all Slytherin first year would get on their nerves, so slipping puking pastilles into the morning pumpkin juice of that specific student would be deemed appropriate by them. Hey, they were getting him out of class at least.

Most of their pranks were directed at their fellow classmates or their siblings and their friends, and there was one in particular George liked to prank. Not because he disliked her, she was just an easy target being only a year younger than them and Ginny's best friend. She usually took it well, but George could tell by her frustrated sighs after a raincloud had followed her all day or her robes were suddenly made of feathers that the pranks were getting a bit more annoying throughout the years. Fred and George decided to give Y/N a break in their last year at Hogwarts especially with Dumbridge spoiling their fun. During the DA meetings, George found himself not able to stop himself from looking at Y/N. She performed the spells so well. He felt a feeling swell in his very soul and he couldn’t fight the urge to do one last prank on her before their time was up at Hogwarts.

“It’s brilliant,” Fred said with a grin when George proposed the idea. “Who’s the target?”

“The usual. She’s just a good sport about it,” George said and smiled devilishly. Fred raised a brow and shook his head and they made arrangements.

The following day, the Weasleys staked out the hallway Y/N always walks down to charms class. Her head was in a book and she didn’t even notice the trip wire that they had set up. Her ankles were caught in the wire and she nearly fell over as the wire tugged. George watched her look around on the floor, but then their fake dementor swooped in from the roof. The sound effect triggered and Y/N jumped, then screamed at the appearance of the shadowy figure. It swooped down and then the twins revealed themselves to Y/N as the perpetrators behind the childish prank. Y/N looked terrified, then annoyed when she saw them sniggering in the end of the hallway.

“Very funny,” she said sarcastically and walked away quickly. Fred and George high-fived and made their way to their class. George noticed that he hadn't seen Y/N as much throughout the day today as he usually does and bu the time lunch rolled around, he was concerned. He looked to where Ginny and Y/N usually sat and chatted during the lunch hour and saw that both of them were gone.

“Hey, where's our sister?” Fred asked Ron as if he were thinking the same as George. Ron shrugged.

“Maybe she's comforting Y/N. I heard that Y/N was really upset and crying in the girl's bathroom,” Hermione informed them without looking up from her papers. A wash of guilt fell over George and he looked at Fred, who appeared to also be feeling slightly guilty. After lunch, George went to find his sister, but had no luck and wished that he could apologize to Y/N.

When Fred and George returned to the Burrow early, Molly wasn't surprised, but was slightly disappointed that her prankster sons weren't going to graduate Hogwarts. Luckily their misbehavior was swept under the rug at the ministry and the pair were able to keep their wands and continue practicing magic.

“Would you two like to meet them at the train?” Molly offered on the morning the Hogwarts Express was to return students to their homes. Fred and George smiled and nodded having missed their two younger siblings.

“Oh, Harry and Y/N will be staying with us this summer, just to let you know,” Molly said as the train pulled into the station.

“What?” George said in surprise. Y/N was a name he hadn't heard in a few months, but she wasn't very far from his thoughts. He still felt bad about their last interaction and how it may have effected Y/N. He never plucked up the courage to talk to her about it, and she kept her distance after that.

“Hi mum!” Ron greeted Molly with a hug.

“Hello there boys,” Ginny greeted her brothers with a warm smile and hugs all around.

“Oh, it's so good to see you, Y/N dear! And Harry, welcome back, my boy,” Molly said with a smile and hugged them.

George wanted to say something to Y/N, but their greeting was cut short as they were all ushered out of King's Cross and hurried back to Diagon Alley to use the Floo system. It wasn't until they were all back at the Burrow that George was able to have a moment to talk to Y/N.

“So how was the rest of the year?” he asked her. She raised a brow at him.

“It was horrible up until the very end when Umbridge finally just went missing,” Y/N said. “But... well, poor Harry.”

George nodded as he had heard about Harry's godfather and order member. “I'm sorry I left.”

“I'm not. Umbridge deserved it, and it looks like you two have been doing better than you were at school, so... it worked out,” Y/N said with a smile.

After a few weeks had passed and the summer assignments were complete, they had all taken to playing quidditch on the large property. Hermione and Y/N sat off to the side while the rest of the Weasleys plus Harry played. The match was well underway and Fred and George reprised their beater roles to help their sister and brother become better keepers and chasers. After the quaffle had been passed around a few times and a few bludgers had zipped around, George felt himself gazing in Y/N and Hermione's direction. His eyes lingered for a bit too long on the way the sun hit Y/N's hair and made her eyes shine when she smiled. Behind her, he saw a bludger heading straight towards her head.

“Watch out!” George said to them, which caused Y/N and Hermione to look around in confusion. Acting quickly, he zoomed his broom behind her and beat the ball into submission.

“Finite incantatem,” George said with a wave of his wand and the balls dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

“Well that's it for today I think,” Ron said as they all flew to the ground and dismounted.

“Are you alright?” George asked Y/N, who looked at him in shock.

“Um, yeah... Thank you,” she said and smiled politely at him.

George felt his cheeks get hot and he nodded.

“What's gotten into you, mate?” Fred asked once they retired to their rooms that night.

“What do you mean?” George responded.

“You just seem... distracted. Like you kept looking over at Y/N the whole match and last week you nearly dropped a stack of dishes when she walked by you. She slip you a love potion?” Fred teased.

“What? No,” George scoffed. He remembered that incident well, though. Y/N had just woken up and George was so distracted by how attractive she looked in an oversized shirt and shorts that he felt his whole body go numb and he nearly shattered the plates he was carrying to put away.

Well into the night, George found himself thinking about the light brushes that Y/N and he had shared throughout their time at Hogwarts and he could still feel how soft and warm her skin was in the places they had connected. He felt embarrassed as if she were watching him obsess over such a small gesture like a prank to get her attention even though she was in the other room. He kept imagining her in his mind, and he remembered several times now that he had done this exact routine at night. He couldn't help but think of nothing but her.

He rolled over and saw that Fred had fallen asleep. He didn't know what time it was, but the house was silent so he assumed late. His stomach made an ungodly sound that signaled for him to feed it and he happily complied. He glanced at the clock and was astonished to find it was nearly two in the morning. Had he really been so involved in his thoughts about Y/N that he hadn't noticed several hours passing? He opened the refrigerator and found a small sandwich up for grabs. As he closed the door, he saw a small figure outlined in the darkness and nearly screamed his soul out of his body.

He pointed his lit wand at the figure to find Y/N in her sleepwear standing next to the counter with the glasses cabinet open.

“Jesus fucking christ, don't scare me like that,” George exhaled.

“Sorry, I was really thirsty..” Y/N chuckled. George watched as she moved about the kitchen, his hunger forgotten for the moment. His eyes trailed along her body many times as he took in every bit of her he could.

“Can I help you?” she asked after taking a drink from the cup.

Without thinking and fatigue beginning to cloud his judgment, George responded, “Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll.”

“Pardon?” Y/N said in an almost offended tone.

“I can't sleep, there's pins in my head in my heart in my chest and I can't breathe around you. What have you done to me?” George asked as he walked closer to her. By the end of his sentence, Y/N's back was against the wall and George's eyes connected with hers through the dim light of his wand that rested on the counter.

“Is this another cruel prank?” Y/N asked.

George's heart clenched. Cruel prank? Did he really hurt her? He hadn't meant to, he wanted her to laugh with them like she used to. George shook his head.

“If you think for even one second that your face doesn't haunt my dreams and that you're the reason for my heart beating at all or that you're not the motivation for me to breathe... you're dead wrong,” George said with his heart in his throat. George's eyes searched hers as he leaned closer, but he found no resistance. He acted purely on instinct and kissed her mouth with a conviction that he could only muster through inhibition of his doubts and fears.

She kissed him back and for a moment, time stopped for George. It was as if the world had been completed when their lips collided and moved together. George felt Y/N pull away from him and he opened his eyes to find hers tearful.

“You're ruthless, George Weasley,” she said with a small sob. George's heart shattered as she walked away from him and up the stairs.

~*~

Y/N couldn't believe the audacity of that red-headed heartthrob. The last interaction they had was a terrifying dementor prank, then he abandons the school and now suddenly he's a proper gentleman asking how her day has gone and saving her from a trip to the emergency room during a quidditch practice and then kissing her in the kitchen? Y/N's heart was racing, but she couldn't wake Ginny up to tell her. Ginny could never find out about Y/N's massive crush on George in spite of her heart being broken. She felt bad for calling him ruthless, but there was no better way to describe such a horrible joke. He had to be joking, there's no way he could feel so strongly for Y/N, not after all the years of torment he put her through. Y/N curled up under the covers and only let a few tears of frustration escape. She longed for his lips on hers again, but wouldn't dare let that show. Maybe she'd wake up and this entire night would be a dream.

That was not the case. Y/N woke up and remembered the feeling of George's lips against hers vividly. The sun shone through the window and Y/N could hear Ginny start to stir. Sighing to herself, Y/N got up from her bed and got dressed. Throughout the day, she and George would make eye contact briefly, and Y/N's heart ached to talk to him, but she couldn't find it in herself to play into his game. She was convinced he was playing a prank on her, not that he had feelings for her the way she did for him. By the end of the day, she could tell George's irritation growing.

“I need to talk to you,” he said after dinner in a low voice. Y/N was hesitant but didn't dare deny alone time with George.

They went to the back yard and sat down on the patio. Y/N had noticed Ginny's sly smirk and raised eyebrow at the two of them when Y/N had exited the room with George, but Y/N ignored the glances.

“What is it?” Y/N asked once the door had shut.

“I meant what I said. My feelings haven't changed once. You've become my entire world, I need you to know that,” George said.

Y/N looked into his eyes and found remorse and a warmth that she wanted to envelop herself in. She nodded in response and urged him to continue with raised brows.

“I want to be yours... if you'll have me,” he finished after a moment.

Y/N was taken off guard and her nerves seemed to get the better of her because she felt sick to her stomach and her mouth went dry. Her mind screamed with glee, and she was sure the smile she formed was involuntary as she nodded. George grinned and pulled her into a close embrace.

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We Fell In Love In October

Request: Yes / No I saw that you were wanting more HP request so I was wondering if you could do a Hermione Granger X fem reader? Can it be based of the song “ We fell in love in October” by Girl in Red? Could you also put the reader in Hufflepuff? Ty! 💛🖤 Anon

Requests are open <3 Have a nice day/night

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Word count: 693

Warnings: Just cute fluff!

Song: We fell in love in October by Girl in Red

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When I was sent off to Hogwarts I was so excited to finally learn magic like my parents did. I was so excited to be placed in my house and finally see the castle for myself. My parents thought they knew what house I would be put in based on they were both in the same house. When we got there I had met the infamous Harry Potter and a Muggle-Born named Hermione Granger. She was incredibly nice and very eager to learn, so I was a little shocked when she was put in Gryffindor. My parents were right and I was placed in Hufflepuff like they were. My parents were thrilled. I told them about Hermione and how we became close friends fast.

As the years went on I found myself starting to like Hermione as more than a friend and I wanted to see if she felt the same. On one of our off days I asked her if she wanted to watch the stars with me for a bit before dinner. She agreed and we met up in the astronomy tower. We were showing each other some small spells we learned this year and I couldn’t stop staring at her. When we moved our full attention to the stars I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so beautiful and anyone would be lucky to call her their’s. She looked over at me and smiled.

“What are you staring at?” She asked then shivered a bit from the Autumn chill. I moved closer to her and our arms were touching. She blushed slightly and I mustered up all the courage I could.

“Hermione?” I asked and she looked back at me. Our faces were so close.

“Yes?” She asked.

“I-I think I love you…” I admitted and her blush deepened, my face matching her colour.

“I-I think I love you too.” She said and my heart skipped a beat.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” I asked and she smiled.

“I’d love to.” She said and I leaned in to kiss her soft lips.

Smoking cigarettes on the roof

You look so pretty and I love this view

We fell in love in October

That's why I love fall

Looking at the stars

Admiring from a far

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my girl

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my world

My world, my world, my world

You will be my girl

A year had passed and the two of us were still going strong. We were so madly in love with each other, it was like we were on Amortentia. Nothing could ruin our love, believe me some have tried. I brought Hermione back up to the astronomy tower like when we first confessed our love for one another. She looked even more beautiful than she did last year. I gently grabbed her face and made her look at me.

“You know I love you right?” I asked.

“Of course.” She answered with her brows furrowed.

“I will never stop loving you until the day I die.” I whispered and placed my forehead on hers.

“I feel the same way.” She said with her perfect smile on her face. The Autumn chill nipped at our skin, but we ignored it. Autumn was now my favorite season, all because of this day last year.

“I you and only you.” I whispered.

“I only want you too.” She said and I kissed her. She was forever my girl.

Smoking cigarettes on the roof

You look so pretty and I love this view

Don't bother looking down

We're not going that way

At least I know I am here to say

We fell in love in October

That's why I love fall

Looking at the stars

Admiring from a far

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my girl

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my girl

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my girl

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my world

My world, my world, my world

You will be my girl

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whack-ed · 4 years

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Between (Fred Weasley x Slytherin Reader!) Part 1

PART 2

Synopsis: Y/N Y/L/N never quite understood why all these things always happen to her. Nobody understood why she was put in Slytherin. But in her fifth year at Hogwarts, many things were cleared up. Your parents, your friends and also, that one should not be named, all these things explained the why. Her blood was stained, but she could not disagree more with the philosophies that made it like this. Between blood and love. Y/N had to make a choice.

Warnings: agnsty; mentions of death; sad reader.

Reader: Female

Words Count: 1.5k

Author's Notes: Am I doing my first imagine? You bet I am. This plot was from a fiction that I wrote on wattpad, but I decided to turn it into a imagine here on tumblr. The idea of this imagine is that it has some chapters, so if you want to be taged in the next chapters, comment "i solemnly swear that i am up to no good" here. Also, and also, the names of your family members are fixed. So let's go to the history.

It was a rainy sunday morning at the Y/L/N family mansion. The house was known to many in the magical world. There had never been an owner who was not a family wizard, the mansion was always passed down from generation to generation, there is no Y/L/N who had not lived under this enormous roof. It is a typical English mansion, made of stones in dark brown tones, with three floors (visible to the naked eye, at least), small trees symmetrically cut to follow the same straight lines as the mansion, filled the front garden and, a considerably large staircase leading up to the huge entrance door. Y/N never really liked the place, she thought it was too big and not very welcoming, especially now. As much as the house was always full of relatives and employees, to the girl it always seemed very empty.

Y/N grew up inside the Y/L/N mansion, along with all her family members who lived there, she detested most of them, especially her parents. They had an obsession with blood purity and maintaining the family's reputation. She did not agree at all with the philosophy of her parents, and the rest of the family. The only person she had ever been able to talk to, the only person who really understood her, was her paternal grandmother. Harriet Y/L/N was a very friendly lady, with a wide nose and a small smile, very delicate blue eyes. Mrs. Harriet, or as she likes to be called, Grandma Harriet, did not match the layout of the mansion. She was always wearing loose white clothes and a witch hat adapted for those who care for plants, Y/N reminded of the hat that Professor Sprout wore. Everyone in the house always saw Grandma Harriet as a basketcase, thought she was crazy, but Y/N always thought she was the wisest person in the family.

Despite the presence of her grandmother, the year that ended was not easy for Y/N. She had finished her fourth year at Hogwarts, together with the Triwizard Tournament, and also with Cedric Diggory, who was to be her best friend. After the unfortunate event, the information that the Dark Lord had returned came as a bonus. Many said that Harry Potter was lying and that Dumbledore had gone mad. How Y/N wanted these people to be right. She, more than anyone, knew that the Dark Lord had indeed returned, and her family ... She would rather not even think about it. All the girl did during the winter break was to advance reading the fifth year books, so she could even for a moment forget everything that happened and everything that was going to happen. He exchanged letters with his friends too, including Draco Malfoy. Draco's family was very friendly with Y/N's family, as they shared the same ideals. Although Y/N thought completely different from Draco, the two had a great friendship. They were in the same house at Hogwarts, they were the same age, and despite their regrets, they had a good laugh together when it came to making fun of teachers.

- Daughter, dinner is ready. - Said Eva, her mother, when opening the door to her room.

Y/N was lying on her bed reading a letter she would receive from Draco in a few minutes. The boy was just saying that he was about to go crazy, as the climate inside his house was getting heavier and heavier. Y/N knew, and so did Draco, where all of this was going to take him, all these meetings at the Malfoys' house, was not a good thing.

- Letter from whom? - Asked his mother entering the room.

- Draco - Y/N replied without taking her eyes off the letter.

- Draco? I like his family a lot, I'm glad you are friends, he ... - Said the woman standing in front of him looking directly at a photo in which Y/N was with Hermione Granger. She hated the fact that her daughter was a friend of a mudblood. - It's a good influence for you.

- Yeah, I agree with half of what you said - Y/N said finally looking at her mother, with a sinus smile on her face.

The rest of the night spent slowly at the Y/L/N house. Y/N couldn't bear to hear the prejudiced comments from Klaus and Hanz, her uncles. Usually whenever the girl thought about saying something, her mother looked at her with an explicit disapproving look. But lately, even that the girl was not doing, she was quiet, something in her will fade. Since Cedric died she had not argued once with her uncles and cousins, which was the custom for a girl. Everyone had noticed the difference, but no one dared to say anything, they preferred it that way.

At the dinner table her father, Petrus, commented on the change in the Hogwarts faculty, that Dumbledore was a scum, that it was absurd that no one had done anything about it yet. Nothing new to everyone at the table. As soon as dinner was over, everyone went to their corner of the house, and before Y/N could go up to her room with a jar of caramels, the doorbell rang. As she was closer to the door, she went to answer it before Pugsley, one of the mansion's house elves, did so.

- Okay Pugsley, I tell my dad that you were busy polishing his shoes, he won't be bothered by that, will he? - The girl laughed.

- Thank you my mistress - The elf smiled making a short bow - You are the cool soul of this house.

- Coolest, Pusgley, coolest soul of this house. We need to improve your vocabulary huh, I'll help you later. Now, I need to answer before someone sees us, you better go.

And so the Elf went to enjoy the rest of the night somewhere, until he was asked again.

Y/N opened the door and was surprised, she just couldn't tell if it was good or bad. In front of him were Lucio, Narcissa and none other than Draco Malfoy. The girl smiled when she saw the boy.

- Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, what a surprise to see you. - He smiled politely at the couple in front of him, pretending the best he can. - Draco - He nodded and gave a half smile. - Come on in - Y/N gave the couple and their son a ticket to their mansion.

- Very good to see you Y/N, you are more beautiful every day - Narcissa said sympathetically.

Lucio was about to say something to Y/N when Petrus arrived against the couple, greeting them like the great friends they are. If the friendship of the two families was not based on horrible concepts, they would even look like nice people. Draco's parents were accompanied by Y/N's parents to the living room to talk. The boy stayed behind with Y/N.

- Hey. How are you? - Draco said with a loose smile on his face, he knew his friend was not doing well.

Y/N didn't say a word, just indicated for stairs and the two went up to the girl's room. Once there, Y/N closed the door and simply burst into tears while hugging his friend. She had been holding them for almost a month. Draco could be insensitive to many people, but with Y/N it was different, he really cared about the girl. As much as he didn't like her friends, including Cedric, he would never deny her a hug of comfort. And deep down, even though he didn't want to admit it, Draco wanted that hug to last forever.

While Draco and Y/N were in an affectionate and personal moment up the stairs, their parents had other plans for this meeting.

- So you really saw him, Lucio? Petrus asked the blond man in front of him, pouring him a glass of whiskey.

- Yes, he is stronger than ever, he thanked me for being one of the only ones to be on his side, it was an honor - Lucio replied, even though he knew it had not been so.

- Merlin! It must have been wonderful - Eva said with a smile on her face.

- And as it was, finally after years of waiting he finally came back. I can't stand to see Hogwarts in that state anymore, full of ... wizards of an impure lineage. Teaching that we can mix, what will become of our race in this way? - Lucio commented with disgust in his voice.

- Don't even tell me, every day I have more problems with Y/N, she insists that we can mix with these people. But I know she says it out loud, we created it so well, it's just a phase - Eva said, wanting to believe her own words.

- When the time comes, she'll have to make a choice, you know that don't you, Petrus? - Said Narcissa sitting like a lady on the dark sofa in front of the fireplace.

- Yes. And certainly she chose the family, I have no doubt that she will be a great diner - Firmed Petrus.

The truth is that none of the four adults there believed in it very much, but none of them would have the audacity to speak out loud, that perhaps, when the time came, Y/N would be a traitor to her own blood.

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carly-they-jepsen · 4 years

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RWRB Timeline

I originally worked out the timeline for Sep. 27, 2020, and when people suggested I post it on tumblr, I said fuck it and did the whole book.

Go big or go home, right?

I have spent the past 3 days working on this. It’s half summaries of the events of the days in order, and half “here’s a one sentence summary of the day”.

Whenever possible, I’ve detailed out when things happen by the hour, like the day at Wimbledon, or the email leak day, including guesstimations on flight times, and what time EST and BST Alex is taking off and landing. I often forgot to add vague things like “morning” in, so sorry about that.

I’ve bolded all the dates I’m sure of.

Bold and italics means an official date: emails, text threads, tweets, holidays, Georgetown, etc.

Two asterisks ** = official dates.

Just bold means a day I’m sure of, based off of official dates: Two weeks later, day one post lake house, “a tuesday”, etc.

One asterisk: * = something I’m sure of based on official dates.

I’ve also bolded days of the week I’m sure of, even if I’m not certain of the date.

I’ve left a few things vague. Like, October 2020 is a lot of “sometime between these days, this happened”. Feel free to pick a day in that range to your heart’s content.

If you don’t like the day I picked for little things like Bea walking in on face time, or coming out to June, feel free to change it.

I didn’t bold everything I’m certain on, as I technically don’t have textual evidence to back it up. (Things like the wedding day, Alex and Henry’s texts at in the beginning, some things during the campaign.)

I’m 100% willing to answer questions on why I chose certain days, and any other questions or comments you may have!

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

**Aug. 28, 2019 (Wed.) — Alex starts classes at Georgetown, Winter Semester 2019

Sep. 7-Sep. 8, 2019 (Sat.-Sun.) (p. 5-6) — Alex and June attend an event and listen to an hour and a half of speeches about carbon emissions. June is whisked away to a star studded gala. Alex shows up to the presidential suite with a bottle of champagne. Around 4 a.m. Alex leaves after fake hooking up with Nora.

Sep. 12, 2019 (Th.) (p. 3-8) — June and Alex go over the tabloids. Alex has been working on a research paper all week

Sep. 13, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 8-12) — The US crew flies to London.

6 a.m. EST: Take off.

5 p.m. BST: Land in London. (Wiggle the take off time to your heart’s content. Flight is around 6 hours give or take for Air Force 1, plus time to and from the airport, plus the time change. The flight time is “11 hours” with the time change if that helps you calculate the landing time in London.) They potentially have 1-2 appearances that evening.

Sep. 14, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 12-20) — The royal wedding. The US crew has 1-2 appearances before arriving at the ceremony. The ceremony happens. Reception happens at a Buckingham ballroom. The White House Trio chats, Henry dances with June. Alex finds Henry hovering by the champagne fountain and they argue. Alex trips over his own foot and crashes into the $75k wedding cake, pulling Henry down with him.

Sep. 16, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 21-27) — Alex gets chewed out over the Incident by Zahra and the President in a White House briefing room. He gets told he will be leaving Saturday to make nice with Henry in England.

Sometime between Mon. Sep. 16 and Fri. Sep. 20, 2019 (p. 27-32) — Alex, Nora, and June meet in the Whitehouse and go over the HRH Prince Henry Fact Sheet. Alex bemoans the fact that he just finished his midterms.

Sep. 21, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 32-37) — Alex leaves in the early a.m. EST and arrives late afternoon/early evening in London. (11-12 hour difference in takeoff time to landing time. Note, this is just DC to Lon., not the other way round.). Meets Henry at the stable and a royal photographer takes pictures.

Sep. 22, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 37-53) — 12:00 a.m.: Alex is wide awake and goes into the kitchen for a snack. Henry stumbles in, and Alex posts a photo of them with their ice cream on Instagram.

9 a.m.: Interview with The Morning.

Afternoon meeting with cancer patients. Alex and Henry spend some time in the closet chatting after fireworks are mistaken for gunshots. Before his flight home, Alex puts his number in Henry’s phone. Likely lands around 7-8 p.m. EST.

Sep. 27, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 54-61) — Alex has a lecture on presidential sex scandals. Texts Nora about the probability of one of them having a sex scandal by the end of the second term and she replies with 94% and a link to a gifset of Henry and Alex at The Morning where someone has commented “omfg make out already”. Alex meets with Rafael Luna after his class.

Sometime between Sep. 27, 2019 (Fri.) and Oct. 6, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 61-68) — June, Alex, Leo, and Ellen have dinner together. June texts Alex to have dinner and he forgets to respond until 1.5 hours later when Ellen texts about family dinner. She offers them jobs in the campaign and June turns it down the next morning.

Oct. 9, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 68) — Henry texts Alex while Alex is in a policy lecture. His opening line is “this bloke looks like you” with a picture of the Ewok Chief Chirpa from Return of the Jedi.

Oct. 16, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 68-69) — Alex finally responds a week later after seeing a headline on the cover of People about Henry in Australia with a photo of him in a pair of minuscule navy swim trunks. “you have a lot of moles. is that a result of the inbreeding?

Oct. 18, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 69) — Henry texts Alex a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that says “Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father?” with the caption “But we were ever so careful, dear.” Henry texts Alex a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that says “Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father?” with the caption “But we were ever so careful, dear.” Alex gets ejected from Zahra’s weekly debriefing meeting with him and June.

Oct. 19-Oct. 28, 2019 (Sat.-Mon.) (p. 69-71) — Henry and Alex text regularly on a variety of topics including family, friends, beer, boats, and Hogwarts houses.

**Oct. 29, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 71-72) — Henry texts Alex about being in a meeting with Philip. Later that night Alex replies, asking what the meeting was about.

**Oct. 30, 2019 (Wed.) (p. 73) — 1:07 p.m. EST Henry and Alex text about Henry’s grey tie in his instagram post.

**Nov. 17, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 74) — 11:04 a.m. EST: Henry receives a box of Ellen Claremont campaign buttons with Alex’s face on them. Sniffer dogs were nearly called after the security theme thought it was a bomb. Alex and Henry text about it.

**Nov. 25, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 75-84) — Alex finds out that the turkeys his mom will be pardoning have been staying in the Willard Hotel on taxpayers dime. He convinces her to put them in his room.

10 p.m. EST/3 a.m. GMT: Alex regrets his decisions. He calls Henry to prove they’re as terrifying as Alex claims and they have a long conversation about the turkeys, Henry’s pets, and how Henry surprises Alex.

**Dec. 8, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 84) — 8:53 p.m. EST: Alex texts Henry about a Bond marathon happening on TV. He asks if Henry knows his dad was a total babe, which Henry replies with “I BEG YOU NOT”

*Dec. 20, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 84-85) — Ellen reads an article in the Post with the headline “Senator Oscar Diaz Returns to DC For Holidays With Ex-Wife President Claremont”. She continues to stress about decorations in the Lincoln Bedroom for Oscar.

*Dec. 21, 2019 (Sat.) (p. 85) — Oscar Diaz arrives at the White House. June nearly breaks a vase launching herself into his arms. Oscar and June disappear to the chocolate shop on the ground floor.

*Dec. 22, 2019 (Sun.) (p. 85-86) — Oscar and Alex bond over a cigar on the Truman Balcony.

*Dec. 23, 2019 (Mon.) (p. 87) — Alex catches Oscar in the kitchens with two of the cooks, laughing and dumping peppers into a pot.

*Dec. 21-23, 2019 (Sat.-Mon.) (p. 86-87) — Alex wishes it could be like this more often and misses having everyone under one roof.

**Dec. 24, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 87-95) — Christmas dinner is held on Christmas Eve so Zahra can still attend. Zahra wears a sensible red turtleneck. Alex wears a sweater covered in bright green tinsel. ‘O Christmas Tree” plays out of a speaker near his armpit when he presses a button on the inside of his sleeve. Dinner conversation moves to the election. Oscar and Ellen argue. Alex loses his temper and leaves.

9:30 p.m. EST/2:30 a.m. GMT: Alex changes into an old lacrosse shirt and calls Henry. Henry is wearing candy cane pjs. Alex tells Henry about the divorce and what happened at dinner and only realizes he’s been talking for an hour when henry says “It sounds like you did your best.) June knocks on the door and Alex hangs up after thanking Henry and wishing him a Merry Christmas.

10:30 p.m.: June and Alex talk about what happened after Alex left and then Alex tells her he was talking to Henry, not Nora.

**Dec. 26, 2019 (Th.) (p. 95-97) — Alex spends the day going over waivers for the “Legendary Balls Out Bananas White House Trio New Year’s Eve Party” aka “The Young America New Year’s Eve Gala” aka “The Millennial Correspondents Dinner”.

Dec. 27, 2019 (Fri.) (p. 96-97) — Alex discovers Henry is coming to the party and bringing Pez when he glances at the final guest list while the Trio are looking at confetti samples and eating cake samples.

**Dec. 31, 2019 (Tue.) (p. 97-103) — Pez posts a picture of him and Henry on a private jet headed to DC with the caption “USA bound! #YoungAmericaGala2019” Pez has dyed his hair pastel pink, and Henry is wearing a grey sweatshirt. Alex texts Henry that he will be wearing a burgundy suit and warns Henry to not attempt to outshine Alex, as he will fail and Alex will be embarrassed for him. Henry replies “Wouldn’t dream of it”. After that the Trio begins getting ready. Nora’s short curls are swept to the side with a matching silver pin to the geometric designs on the bodice of her black dress. June’s gown is midnight blue and perfectly compliments the navy-and-gold color palette they chose for the party.

8 p.m.: Guests begin to arrive. The first wave includes some White House interns, and the daughter of a first time Senator and her girlfriend. The second wave is the politically strategic invites chosen by the press team, and finally the fashionably late, including Minor to mid-range popstars and the children of major celebrities.

Pez and Henry show up. Pez is in a colorful floral print shiny silk bomber jacket. Henry is wearing a simple dark blue suit with a bright coppery-mustard tie in a narrow cut. Alex realizes this is the first time they’ve seen each other in person since their weekend in London and feels like he’s meeting a new person.

There's dancing and mingling, and June makes a speech about the immigration fund they’re supporting with their donations. June and Henry talk at the bar.

The live band breaks and the DJ takes over. Alex finds out Henry hasn’t ever dry humped to “Get Low”. There’s more dancing and crowd pleasers until midnight.

11:59 p.m.: They huddle together for the countdown.

**Jan. 1, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 103-108) — 12:00 a.m. Nora kisses Alex

Alex loses track of things. Alex goes looking for Henry. He eventually finds him under a tree. They talk. Henry is vague and Alex is dummy thicc. Henry calls Alex thick and kisses him. Henry pulls away and disappears from the party.

*Jan. 1-Jan. 4, 2020 (Th.-Sat.) (p. 109) — Alex tries listening in on his mom’s meeting as a distraction but can’t pay attention. Zahra bans him from the West Wing.

*Jan. 5-Jan 7, 2020 (Sun.-Tue.) (p. 109) — Alex studies bills going through Congress and considers making the rounds at the Senate or starting a rumor with Nora, but he has no enthusiasm.

**Jan. 8, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 109) — Alex begins his final semester at Georgetown.

*Jan. 9-Jan. 14, 2020 (Th.-Tue.) (p. 109) — Alex throws himself into classwork, meets with the social secretary to plan his graduation dinner. Henry doesn’t answer his texts.

*Jan. 15, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 110-114) — June is fed up with Alex’s pacing and takes him out for a run. Alex does some introspection. Alex tells his mom he wants to start his campaign job now, instead of waiting until he graduates.

*Jan. 20, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 115) — Alex starts his new job at the campaign offices.

*Jan. 20-Jan. 25, 2020 (Mon.-Fri.) (p. 115-116) — Alex puts 23 hours into his new job and Definitely Does Not Think About Henry.

*Sometime between Jan. 25 and Jan 29, 2020 (Fri.-Wed.) (p. 116-122) — Alex comes out to Nora and tells her about Henry.

*Jan. 30, 2020 (Th.) (p. 122-127) — Alex rushes from work to his lecture and review and returns to the White House in a bad mood. June has the week’s tabloids. Alex freaks out at the idea that Henry is going on a date with a girl. Alex finally realizes he’s not straight. Alex calls Liam.

*Jan. 31, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 128-146) — The state dinner. There's a hot makeout session and Alexander Hamilton watches.

10:48 p.m.: Alex paces around his room.

10:54 p.m. Henry arrives at Alex’s rooms

*Feb. 1, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 122) — Alex has a campaign event in Nebraska

Feb. 13, 2020 (Th.) (p. 146-147) — Henry informs Alex of a charity polo match in Greenwich, Connecticut. That evening, June asks why he’s bailing on the fund-raiser he’s meant to be at

**Feb. 15, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 147-152) — The polo match. Alex spends 4.5 hours driving up, stays for 3 hours, and then drives 4.5 hours back.

**March 3, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 152) — 7:32 p.m. EST: Alex sends Henry an email asking if he will be in Paris for a fundraiser that weekend.

**March 4, 2020, (Wed.) (p. 152-156) — 2:14 a.m.-2:43 a.m.: Henry replies, and eventually concedes after a brief back and forth.

*March 7-8, 2020 (Sat.-Sun.) (p. 157-158) — Henry and Alex have a clandestine hookup in Paris and spend the night together.

*March 8, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 158) — Zahra texts Alex a screenshot of a buzzfeed article about him and Henry.

*March 9-March 27, 2020 (Mon.-Fri.) (p. 158-159) — Alex and Henry continue to text.

Sometime between March 23 and 26, 2020 (Mon.-Th.) (p. 159) — Alex tells Henry about a voter drive he will be attending in NYC at the end of March and Henry re-schedules his visit to NYC for that weekend.

*March 27, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 159) — Alex and Henry celebrate their birthdays with champagne and a buttercream cupcake.

April 1, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 159) — Alex convinces Henry to download Snapchat.

April 4, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 159) — Henry sends a snap of him on a sailboat.

April 5, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 182) — Bea walks in on an after-dark FaceTime session.

April 9, 2020 (Th.) (p. 160) — Henry is right that Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long and won’t hear a word against it.

April 10, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 161) — June notices the photo of the man with AIDS protesting pinned over Alex’s desk

*April 11, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 162) — Henry and Alex meet at a gala in Berlin. Alex ties Henry’s wrists to the bedpost.

*April 13, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 162-163) — Zahra notices the hickeys on Alex’s neck at the weekly briefing.

*April 25, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 163-173) — Someone paints “Powder Princess” on the side of Bea’s car. Late afternoon EST: Henry and Alex have a phone call largely centered around family.

April 30, 2020 (Th.) (p. 173-182) — 9:44 p.m.: Alex redraws districts in Texas and misses dinner with June. After getting back to the Residence, June reveals she’s known about Alex and Henry the whole time.

*May 2, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 183-185) — 4 a.m. EST/9 a.m. BST: Alex FaceTimes Henry and Pez at Llwynywermod.

**May 1-9, 2020 (Fri.-Sat.) (p. 185) — Georgetown finals week

**May 15, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 186-189) — Alex graduates summa cum laude from Georgetown. Jacinto drops out, making Richards the official Republican nominee. Alex eavesdrops on a conversation between Rafael Luna and Oscar Diaz.

Sometime between May 16 and May 22, 2020 (Sat.-Fri.) (p. 189) — Henry invites the Trio to a fund-raiser in LA the next weekend.

*May 30, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 189-200) — Alex gets lunch with his dad, who changes the subject every time Alex brings up the conversation with Luba. Alex attends the fund-raiser in LA followed by partying. Henry and Alex fuck.

*May 31, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 200-201) — 7:00 a.m.: Alex and Henry wake up. June, Nora, and Pez are heavily implied to have had a threesome. Alex realizes he has friends now.

**June 8, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 202-206) — 3:23 p.m.-7:21 p.m. EST: Henry and Alex exchange emails.

**June 13, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 207) — Alex misses his first DC pride while in Nevada. He “talks to his minibar about it”

*June 20, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 207) — Houston rally at Minute Maid Park.

*June 22, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 207-210) — Alex argues with WASPy Hunter about Texas. Alex looks up LSAT testing centers in DC.

*June 23, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 210-213) — Alex texts the groupchat “3 Geniuses and Alex” with Nora, Bea, and Henry asking where his speech for Milwaukee is.

Sometime between June 24 and July 3, 2020 (Wed.-Fri.) (p. 213) — Alex receives an invitation to Wimbledon

*July 5, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 213) — 10:20 p.m. EST: Alex takes off from DC for London.

**July 6, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 213-221) — Alex spends his one day off from the campaign at Wimbledon with Henry.

10:35 a.m. BST: Alex lands in London.

11:30 a.m.: Alex makes it through customs and Henry and Shaan pick him up at the airport.

12:30 p.m.: Arrival at Wimbledon

1:00 p.m.: The first game at Central Court begins

4:00 p.m.: Philip and Martha show up. Philip is an idiot that says “Morning”. Bea, like a smart person, says “Afternoon”. Henry and Philip argue, and Henry runs off.

4:10 p.m.: Alex finds Henry in the clubhouse

4:12 p.m.: Henry “shows Alex round the clubhouse”. Alex and Henry cum for the first time

After that they go to Kensington. Henry plays the piano for a while. They make out for what could be hours. They move to Henry’s room where Henry, at least, cums for the second time that day. Alex spends almost an hour making Henry cum for a third time. After that, Henry asks Alex to fuck him again, where Henry cums for the fourth time that day, and Alex cums for at least the second time, possibly a third time.

Alex takes hours to sleep.

*July 7, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 221-222) — 9:00 a.m. BST: Alex flies home to DC and lands around 9:10 a.m. EST for DNC prep.

The Richards campaign leaks they’ve tapped an independant.

*July 9, 2020 (Th.) (p. 222) — Claremont campaign releases the official platform.

*July 11, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 221-222) — Richards holds a rally at Vanderbilt University.

**July 14, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 223-224) — The gang flies to NYC on the evening of the second day of the DNC.

9:00 p.m.: The Richards campaign announces that the Independent senator joining Richards’s cabinet is Rafael Luna.

9:15 p.m.: Air Force One lands and the White House crew goes into crisis management meetings. Alex texts Luna “What the fuck”

11:00 p.m.: Luna responds “I don’t expect you to understand”.

*July 15, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 224-234) — 12:00 a.m.: Alex and June leave meetings and get harassed by a Post reporter. June goes to bed, and Alex goes to the bar where he meets Henry. They retire to Alex’s room.

6:45 a.m.: Zahra wakes Alex (and Henry) up, and discovers their relationship.

July 20, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 235-239) — 1:00 p.m.: Alex comes out to his mother.

2:00 p.m. — Ellen gives a PowerPoint presentation, then makes Alex do paperwork and kicks him off the campaign.

**Aug. 10, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 239-247) 1:04 a.m.-8:22 p.m. EST — Henry and Alex exchange emails about the complex nature of their relationship, and Alex extends an invite to the lake house.

*Aug. 22, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 247-257) — Day one of the lake house. The Trio arrive earlier, possibly on Friday. Early morning: They gas up the car before taking it to the hangar to pick up Henry in Austin. 1.5 hours — The drive to the lake. They arrive, Oscar welcomes everyone. Alex barbecues ribs. They spend the evening after dinner singing and playing guitar. Alex and Henry sleep in separate bunks

*Aug. 23, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 257-264) — Day two of the lake house. Alex makes breakfast. In the afternoon, Henry talks to Oscar about boats and outboard motors. They swim. That night, Henry and Alex go skinny dipping

*Aug. 24, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 264-265) — Alex wakes up to find that Henry has left.

*Aug. 25, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 266, 267) — Alex sends five texts to Henry. He also paces on the roof of the residence and wrecks his heels.

*Aug. 26, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 266) — Alex sends two texts to Henry.

*Aug. 27, 2020 (Thu.) (p. 266) — Alex sends no texts to Henry.

*Aug. 28, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 266) — Alex trains himself to check his phone after two hours instead of one.

Sometime between Aug. 25-28 (Tue.-Fri.) (p. 267) — Alex’s Claremont for America mug is smashed in the sink. 2.5 different dreams of Henry’s hair. An email is drafted and deleted.

*Aug. 29, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 267) — Luna makes his fifth campaign stop for Richards. Alex breaks his phone screen and it is replaced by the end of the day.

*Aug. 31, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 267-276) — Alex finds the note Henry left in the pocket of his kimono and smashes his phone.

5:45 a.m. EST/10 a.m. BST: Alex buys first class nonstop tickets for him and Cash and sends Cash a text.

7:45 a.m./12:45 p.m.: Alex and Cash’s flight begins boarding

8:00 a.m./1:00 p.m.: Alex and Cash’s flight leaves Dulles for London. Alex calls Zahra on the runways and asks her to call them a car in London

3:15 p.m./8:15 p.m.: The plane lands and they leave for Kensington

4:00 p.m./9:00 p.m.: They arrive in Kensington.

*Sep. 1, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 276-284) — Henry goes for a run. Philip eats plain toast. They have a conversation in the kitchen. Alex wakes up alone. Henry brings Alex coffee. They spend the day together.

**Sep. 2, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 284-293) — 2:00 a.m.: Henry and Alex sneak out and explore the V&A.

5:00 a.m. EST/10:00 a.m. BST: Alex and Cash’s plane departs from Heathrow to Dulles.

3:00 p.m. EST/8:00 p.m. BST: Alex arrives back home.

5:12 p.m. EST: Alex emails Henry to say he arrived back home

**Sep. 3, 2020 (Th.) (p. 294-297) — 2:49 a.m. EST: Henry replies, mentions he’s considering coming out to Philip and he may have to enlist.

6:20 a.m. EST: Alex responds, worried that Henry might have to enlist. He is supportive of Henry coming out.

**Sep. 4, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 297-304) — 7:58 p.m. EST: Henry says he came out to Philip and talks about putting memories into rooms.

8:31 p.m. EST: Alex responds and sends Henry an incomplete list.

Sep. 14, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 305-310) — Zahra shows up with a diamond ring at the breakfast weekly brief. Footage of Henry and Alex at the DNC is leaked. June posts a photo of her and Henry on instagram and it spreads within hours.

Alex takes Nora on a fake date as Henry flies to DC. Henry lands in the middle of the night.

Sep. 15, 2020 (Tue.) (310-313) — June lets Alex into her SUV in the morning on the way to her fake date with Henry. After an hour at the cafe, Henry and Alex meet in the SUV and kiss. They don’t notice when someone takes pictures

*Sep. 24, 2020 (Th.) (p. 314-318) — Alex meets with Luna and comes out to him. He returns to the residence, attempts to call Henry, and then gets drunk.

**Sep. 25, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 319-321) — 3:21 a.m. EST/8:21 a.m. BST: Alex sends a drunk email.

6:07 a.m./11:07 a.m.: Henry replies.

**Sep. 27, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 321-344) — Email Leak Day

3 a.m. EST/8 a.m. BST: News breaks.

3:23 a.m./8:23 a.m. Zahra wakes Alex up and puts him on communications lockdown. Alex meets with his mom.

6:00 a.m./11:00 a.m.: Philip arrives at Kensington

8:00 a.m./3:00 p.m.: Alex gets out of meetings, starts napping

1:00 p.m./6:00 p.m.: Zahra tells Alex to pack a bag

7:00 p.m./12:00: They arrive at Kensington

11:00 p.m./4:00 a.m.: Alex finally climbs into bed next to Henry.

*Sep. 28, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 344-358) — Philip shows up at Kensington, hair uncombed and suit askew. Philip yells at them in the kitchen about breaking the communication embargo. Henry leaves, and Alex follows and leaves Philip red in the kitchen.

6:00 a.m./11:00 a.m.: They meet with the queen.

Alex takes a photo of a mural and posts it on Twitter on his way to the airplane

**Sep. 29, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 358-367) — 9:15 p.m. Jezebel tweets about DC Dykes on Bikes chasing Westboro Baptist protesters down Pennsylvania Ave.

Alex gets back to DC. Nora comes busting in with proof.

*Sep. 30, 2020 (Wed.) (p. 367-370) — The White House leaks proof of the Richarads campaign stalking, surveilling, hacking, and outing Alex. Rafael Luna announces on twitter he has left the campaign. The podcast Bills, Bills, Bills, records an episode about it.

**Oct. 2, 2020 (Fri.) (p. 370-383) — In the morning, Alex gives his speech, which June wrote. Henry is there to support him. They make out for like 45-55 minutes before the speech. Jeffrey Richards goes on CNN. Alex sees Luna in his office. Luna tells Alex about his past with Richards.

*Oct. 3, 2020 (Sat.) (p. 375) — A crowd at the Mall. Cash, Amy, and Amy’s wife are there.

*Oct. 4, 2020 (Sun.) (p. 383-385, 409) — 7:32 a.m.: The boys wake up.

9:30 a.m.: Henry leaves back to England.

Alex goes back to the campaign trail. Liam calls.

*Oct. 4-10, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 389) — The crown makes decisions about what to do about the emails: re Bea's addiction reveal, and Henry enlisting.

Sometime between Oct. 11-17, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 391) — Philip has a falling out with the queen and apologizes to Henry and Bea.

Sometime between Oct. 25-31, 2020 (Sun.-Sat.) (p. 386-392) — The photoshoot in Hyde park.

*Nov. 2, 2020 (Mon.) (p. 393-399) — Day before election day. Alex struggles to pick a tie. June gets a book deal. The Trio falls asleep in the bed together.

**Nov. 3, 2020 (Tue.) (p. 400-418) — Election day

Alex votes.

6:00 p.m.: The Trio arrives at the election night event.

6:37 p.m. Henry texts Alex about plane troubles.

7:32 p.m.: Oliver Westbrook from Bills, Bills, Bills tweets about GOPers backing Richards even after everything that’s happened.

8:04 p.m.: 538 politics tweets that they’re confused about Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin being too close to call.

9:15 p.m.: NYT tweets that Claremont is at 178 and Richards is at 113

9:30 p.m.: Ellen worries about losing and asks June to write a concession speech. June refuses. Alex makes a speech. Henry finally arrives.

10:30 p.m.: Richards takes Iowa, Utah, and Montana. Claremont gets California’s 55 electoral votes.

12:00 a.m.: Claremont has the lead. Alex runs into Liam. Florida and Nevada go red.

12:30 a.m.: Texas goes blue.

1:00 a.m.: Alex unlocks the door with the key around his neck.

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Fifth Year Summer AU: A Tropical Journey to my Boyfriend

Summary: Merula and some her companions have been invited to visit Jason in the Dominican Republic. However, the Great Snyde must face her greatest task yet. Jason’s mother.

Word Count: 5,600

The school year had come to a close, and all the students of Hogwarts had all headed home. Merula had made friends with Jason friends one at a time. They had bonded with each other in the last few months of school and had become friends themselves. Merula actually had planned to hang out with Penny during some of the summertime they were off. Mainly because the two had a plan.

"So do you think he'll be surprised, Penny?" Merula asked as she looked through her suitcase, making sure she had everything necessary packed. "It's not weird if we show up, right?"

"No, why would it?" Penny said as she checked her hair in her mirror.

"We have only been together for a few months. So I'm still nervous about him and me being so close. I mean we are talking traveling to the other side of the planet here!" Merula looked at her as she flopped down on the ground groaning. "I mean, this would be the first time I would meet his mother! What if she doesn't like me or she thinks I'm not pretty enough for him. Penny, you know Jason is a knockout, and his little fan club went mad when I took their idol!"

Merula kept going on and on about how nervous she was about this secret trip she and the rest of the curse breakers had planned. The whole reason being is Jason's parents had divorced, and his parents had agreed to shared custody despite their constant bickering that he should stay with one or the other. But Jason made it clear to his parents he'd rather be on his own if his parents couldn't compromise. If not with each other at least for his sake.

"Merula, I'm sure it'll be fine. Remember, you're the girl who bagged the best guy at Hogwarts!" Penny patted Merula shoulder, giving her a thumbs up. "Trust me, plus once Jason gets a load of you in all these cute outfits, there is no way his mum is gonna argue against this. Or is the self-proclaimed best witch of Hogwarts too scared of her future mother-in-law?"

"I'm not scared!" Merula snapped out of her little funk. "W-who would be scared of that? I'm not!"

"Merula, your shaking like a leaf. Everything will play out, and we'll have a good time. His mum knows we are coming with a few more. Rowan, Ben, and Barnaby are coming with us too- oh look at the time!" Penny shouted as she looked at her watch slightly panic. "If we don't hurry, we'll miss the port key!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the girls finished their packing and made their way to the port key location. The girls were taken by Penny's parents to the local train station and had traveled to an old train station frequented by wizards. The two met with their friends at the coastline where a man stood with an old fisherman outfit and staff. He pulled a pocket watch from his pocket as the five of them made their way to him.

"Payment and passports?" the old man asked as the teens stood in front of him.

Each of them pulled a few Galleons and their passports, paying him as he inspected their passports. After a few moments, the old man smiled as he was satisfied with the amount of coin he weighed in his hand.

"Alright, go ahead and grab the pot," the man directed them.

The friends laid their hands on the pot, waiting as the old man counted down. They all shook with anticipation waiting for their little "flight" to take place.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One...

As the old man uttered the last number, the kids were sucked into a cyclone, pulling them into the shoe as they screamed, not of fear. But out of pure excitement, they never traveled by port key, so their expectations weren't let down. After a few moments of screaming the group of friends landed on the sandy ground. They groaned as they stood up, dusting themselves and looking around themselves: Sun, palm trees, mountains in the distance, and the buzzing of the local town behind them.

"Wow, this place is beautiful," Merula said as she gazed at their new surroundings. "So exactly how are we going to Jason's place from here?"

Just then, a pearl white limousine rolled up next to the group with a tanned elderly man dressed in an elegant suit and gloves.

"Senor Rowan. Senor Ben. Senor Barnaby. Senora Penny and Senora Merula. Welcome to the Dominican Republic," he bowed with one hand across his chest, "I am Manuel, your guide and the head butler for the De Leone family. Dominar Jason's mother's side of the family. If you, please follow me." Manuel drew his wand, lifting their suitcases, and guided them into the trunk of the limousine.

"Well, that's how," Rowan said as he and the rest of them entered the rear of the limousine.

Inside of it, the interior was tanned coffee leather with a minibar toward the front section, with a raised roof with shelves of different forms of alcohol and coffee beans. Five goblets of water flew into the passenger's hands. It was impressive to see the progress of magic and the combination of muggle technologies. The car began to move as the friends watch the city pass by and they made twists and turns till they reached a narrow alley wall, plowing through a building as the group of teens screamed but then the car phased through the wall.

They were now in the wizard city of Pueblo Leona, a port town famous for one of the best Quidditch teams in South America, resorts, cliff diving, and the hometown of the De Leone family. As they drove through the town, they stopped at a large golden gate with two lion statues that stood fifteen feet tall. The statue's head followed the car as the gates opened, and the limousine pulled in front of the manor before them. It stood three stories tall, designed in the form of a Mediterranean with white marble columns with blue and gold accents to the edges at the bases of the walls. The roof was made of wood and polished to the point it reflected the light of the sun.

Manuel stepped out, holding the door of the car as the teens stepped out and looked at the mansion in awe.

"Jason said his family was wealthy..." Rowan said as he stared at the building in awe.

"No, kidding. How does anyone find their way around a place like that?" Penny chimed in.

"I hope we don't get lost," Ben muttered as they followed Manuel into the demesne.

The ceilings were raised high with polished wooden beams mounted with golden chandeliers and a central staircase with an azure carpet draping the stairs. The walls were decorated in paintings of the sea, port towns, and ships. As Manuel was explaining the layout, the head of the house came down the stairs. A woman who'd worn a blue sundress, with golden bracelets on either wrist and a necklace made of gold. Her skin was bronze with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was around the same as Merula, Jason's mother, Thalia De Leone.

"Hello, welcome," Thaila said with a gentle smile, "I hope the drive wasn't too rocky. Let me see if I get this right, Penny?"

"Yes, ma'am! It's a pleasure," Penny smiled brightly.

"Ben?"

"H-hello ma'am," Ben stuttered as he stared at the woman. "I am Ben C-Copper..."

"You're right Penny, and he does seem nervous. You needn't be worried mi nino." Thaila laughed as she continued. "Barnaby?"

"That's me!" Barnaby laughed.

"Energetic, quite nice. You are Rowan?"

"A pleasure ma'am, your son is-"

"You're his best friend, I know. Thank you for watching him." She nodded then turned her gazed to Merula. Studying the girl carefully invading her personal space. "And you..."

"Hello, Miss De Leone. I'm M-Merula Snyde," she muttered. What was with her, she thought. Usually, adults didn't intimidate her, but this one did oddly. Her bubbly demeanor and the analyzing look she had in her eyes were similar to eyes she knew too well.

"Merula Snyde. Hmm, you bullied my baby boy, and yet," Thaila's expression turned severe.

"I um..."

"But," she grinned and pulled her into a tight hug. "You made my boy smile!"

"Miss De Leone! You're crushing me!" Merula coughed as she was mumbling confused.

"Oh sorry! And dear, call me Thaila. Or mom." Thaila let Merula go as she rubbed the back of her head like Jason. Yep, they were related. "Ah, Jason should be out on the veranda in the back. Warning though, he doesn't know you're here. So you gotta be sneaky."

The group nodded in unison as they followed Thaila through the home. They gazed at the artwork and architecture in amazement. The detail was so subtle and precise that it would sin to touch even the walls. As they approached the double doors leading to the back they saw the young man they had all been looking forward to seeing.

Jason was sitting at a table sipping away some coffee while reading a book with his free hand. He wore his necklace Merula had gotten him for Christmas while a black v-neck, ripped jeans, and his hiking boots. How he wore that in hot weather was anyone's guess. He seemed too invested in noticing the door opening. But something did catch his attention, a particular scent that sent him over the edge — the aroma of fresh mountain air with the hints of lavender and nail polish.

"Jason, I have a surprise for you-" Thaila began speaking but was through off when her son jumped over the table and tackling Merula. "Jason Piscius Aurelius De Leone! Do not jump over the tables!"

"Ah! Jason!" Merula squealed as Jason lifted her and spun her around almost slinging her into their friends who had to dodge out of the way. "P-put me down, you knucklehead!" She laughed as her boyfriend pulled her into a hug but started to blush when she realized everyone was staring.

"Oh, sorry!" Jason placed her down while looking at his friends and giving them all hugs with the same amount of happiness. "What are you all doing here?"

"Well, we came to see you. Isn't it obvious?" Rowan laughed as he tapped his friend in the chest.

"I orchestrated the whole thing with your mum. I hope that's okay." Penny laughed as she hugged Jason sided.

"Really now? Gracias ma," Jason turned to his mother, smiling at him.

"Of course. I must say though," she looked at Merula and nodded in approval. "You got a good taste in women. She reminds me a little bit of me when I was younger."

"Haywood!" Merula cheeks started turning red as she wrapped her arms around Jason's arm. "How long are you gonna hold on to my boyfriend, hmmm?"

"Oh! Sorry, Merula!" Penny let go laughing as let Jason go. "She is similar to me in that regard," Thaila laughed. "I was a bit possessive of my men."

Merula blushed at the comment Thaila. She doesn't like others touching her stuff; especially touching Jason. She buried her face into his chest and sighed, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh Meri," Jason leaned down and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

As the group of friends was each shown to their rooms, they all had lunch out on the veranda. They chatted all about how the summer had been for the first few weeks. Penny and her family had gone to a muggle theme park in celebration of Beatrice being freed from the curse of the portraits. Barnaby had gone to Germany visiting many magical creature sanctuaries. Rowan visited his relatives in India while reading a small library worth of books. They shared many other stories until Jason suggested he showed them around the city. Everyone agreed to it with much enthusiasm.

Manuel had the limo drop of the teens in a market area. Manuel instructed them he'd come to get them before dinner for the evening was prepared. The group then followed behind Jason as he showed them the town. The streets were littered with people working stalls, kids playing, and many tourists enjoying the city's bright and vibrant life.

"Wow," Penny looked around at a stall of bright dresses and swimsuits. "These are so pretty! Merula, look at this!"

Merula walked over and looked at the wares intrigued by the patterns. Some of the models and symbols she saw looked as though a child drew them.

"Jason, what are those characters?" Merula looked at him bewildered.

"Huh?" he walked over and looked at them. "Those are Taino symbols. They were the natives of the Caribbean. They were relatively peaceful. That symbol is the "sun" or "sol." It looks a little odd, doesn't it?"

"It does but has a unique charm to it." Merula smiled at him. "So what else can be done around here?"

"Well, we can go to the beach? Surfing? Cliff diving?" Jason held his chin as he ran through his thoughts.

"Beach? That sounds nice!" Rowan chimed in as took off a mask he had bought from a kiosk. "Jason, do you have a spot in mind?"

"Wait, we left our swimsuits in our luggage," Barnaby said as he had been stuffing his face with ham croquetas. "I mean I got no problem swimming in my underwear-"

"Barnaby, no." Merula shuddered at that suggestion. "The beach does sound good, but we don't have our suits as Barnaby said."

"I think I can help with that. Follow me," Jason said as he took Merula hand as their friends followed Jason into a nearby shop. "Tio Rodrigo, donde estas?"

"Aquí mi sobrino, ¿qué necesitas?" said an older man walking out to the front of the store dressed in slacks and a button shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His skin was slightly tanner than Jason's but had a similar glow to him. "Oh my! What beautiful girls you brought here? Who are they?"

"Tio, this is my girlfriend Merula and my friends, Rowan, Penny, and Barnaby," Jason said as he explained they're from school and came to visit it (with it being planned by his mother) and that they needed swimsuits for the beach.

"Well, that is how my cousin is. But yes, I think I got a few things for you. Gimme a hand sobrino," he said as he walked into the back with Jason following.

A few minutes later, as everyone went through the store's wares, Jason and his uncle walked out with a few different swimsuits for everyone to try. They were each given individual bags so they could be their stuff separated. As they all decided and put their clothes over the suits, Jason tried to pay his uncle only for him to deny him as it was a free service since his friends came all this way to see him. Jason thanked him and left with his friends to the beach.

The beach was a sight to behold as the crystal clear water glistens with the gentle warm breeze of the sea. The gang made their spots and tossed off their clothes revealing for the first time their swimsuits.

"Jason, your abs," Barnaby commented as he poked at them, "how are they this sculpted?"

"It is interesting," Rowan commented as he did the same thing as Barnaby. "How often do you exercise or rather where do you find the time to do such things?"

"My parents tell me I must keep my appearance up and all. So can you stop- oh, Merlin." Jason stopped as he eyed Merula, who was looking at him nervously as his heart raced. He walked over to her as she looked away messing with her hair.

"W-well? Does it look weird?" Merula glanced at him.

"Meri, the only words I can use to describe you is beautiful, but even that doesn't describe how amazing you look." Jason smiled as he lifted her chin. "How I was blessed with such a beauty I got no clue."

"Oh, s-shut up!" Merula hid her face into her hands, trying not to peek at him. "But I do look beautiful?"

"You always do, mi amor," Jason blushed as he took in her appearance as a whole. Her swimsuit suited her well, he thought to himself.

A two-piece bikini in with an emerald shade and silver specks that acted like stars; the sight could make any man fall in love. Lucky she has already had the one person heart she needed.

"Um, guys?" Penny called to the adorably innocent couple. "Are we going into the water or not?

"Uh, y-yeah! Let's get going!" the two lovers said in unison, pausing briefly to laugh at their synchronization. They really were a match.

With that, the friends ran to the water and begun the joys of their vacation. Barnaby, in his excitement, picked Jason up and bodyslammed him into the water with a loud splash. Barnaby then picked up Rowan holding him over his head with screaming Rowan begging for mercy only for Jason and Ben to tackle their large statured friend. Merula and Penny laughed as the boys were acting well like boys. It was a pleasant sight to see their friends all having fun. While the two girls were laughing the boys snuck up and lifted them only for them to protest as the boys got ready for tossing them.

"One! Two! Three!!!" The four boys said in unison as they tossed Penny and Merula having loud shrieks pierce the air.

"Let's do it again! This fun!" Barnaby bellowed as he clapped his hands on Ben and Rowan's shoulders. "That was brilliant!"

"I dunno Barnaby, I don't want anyone getting hurt," Jason said only to feel something grab his ankle. "Huh? WOOOAH!" Jason yelped as he was pulled under the surface.

"Ha!" Merula said as she broke the surface. "Wait, that wasn't Barnaby."

"No, it wasn't Snyde," Rowan answered giggling.

Merula screamed as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and dragging her under. It was a surprise, to say the least as she wormed her way out of his grasp. As she stood up coughing, she looked around trying to find her giant dork.

"Are you alright, Meri?" Jason looked at her with an apologetic look. He hoped he didn't let his excitement get the best of him.

"Oh I'm fine, but you are a dead meat!" Merula lunged at Jason, climbing over to his back and putting him in a headlock while wrapping her legs around his waist. "You are in trouble you little twit!"

"Ah! Meri-" Jason yelped as he tried to keep his balance in the rocking waves of the shores. He tripped as a massive wave, swallowed him and Merula. The two rolled around in the waves until Jason was able to get his footing back. "For Merlin's sake, what were you thinking?" he coughed as Merula held onto his back.

"You were the one who tossed me in, so it's your fault," Merula said as she coughed up some water, "or do I need us to go under again?"

"You win. I submit to Merula Snyde, the most powerful witch on the beach." Jason laughed as Merula climbed off his back, and the two hugged each other with Merula flicking his nose. "Ouch!" What did I do?"

"Nothing, just need you always to remember even if I'm shorter than you I can still reach you somehow." Merula grinned as she wrapped her hands around the nape of his neck.

As the afternoon progressed, the friends walked around the city some more as Jason talked about some of the significant landmarks. One was the quidditch field at the center of the town, The Emerald Lion Dome, name mainly due to the emerald-shaded dome on the structure carved of white marble. It stood twenty-three kilometers wide and was to be the grounds for the next quidditch world cup as the sun started to set the group head back to Jason's home.

"God, I got sand all over!" Ben whined as he tried to shake off the sand that was slowly stuck on his body.

"I know, right?" Barnaby said as he blew his nose out. "It was so much fun, though. Did you see that sea serpent?"

"Sea serpent?!" Ben gulped at Barnaby's excitement of seeing a sea serpent.

"Oh? Yeah, don't go playing with the serpent." Jason said as he walked his friends back to their rooms. "It tends to eat those not paying attention. Don't worry Ben, and no one has been eaten in a couple of days."

"Wonderful." Ben opened the door to his room, scared.

"Dinner is gonna be in an hour or so. Get cleaned up and prepare for a feast!" Jason smiled as he made his way to his room.

"Oh, boy, I'm starved!" Barnaby groaned as his stomach growled.

Jason chuckled at his friend's honesty as he entered his room and making his way to his personal bathroom. He looked through his closet and thought about his options. Since his friends were here and how his mother was, he needs to consider something fun and functional.

On the other end of the manor, Merula had finished cleaning herself up and looked through her outfits. Penny had helped her pick out. She debated between a sundress Penny said looked good on her and a skirt with a blouse. What would be the best to impress Jason's mom and Jason himself?

"Awe, you all look amazing!" Thaila said at the first three to show. Ben, Barnaby, and Rowan had been told to dress for a party. Thalia had been planning this little piece while the teens were up and about exploring the city.

"Thank ma'am!" Barnaby smiled, puffing up his chest. He wore a green button-up, black trousers with his signature rings, and new dress shoes.

"I wish I asked Andre more on dressing advice." Ben looked at his own outfit. His attire consisted of a red polo with a golden bird on upper left pectoral, off-white slacks, and cleaned tennis shoes with what seemed to have a checkmark? Maybe from a muggle company.

"I agree we all look well, Ben. Stop worrying for a bit. We're here for fun." Rowan placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. Rowan had an olive sweater, with beige dress pants and black dress shoes.

As the festivities began, relatives and friends from the De Leones flooded the manor. Many had brought dishes from their homes and thus began the largest welcome party some of the young wizards had ever seen.

Merula had just stepped out of her room when she heard the sounds of festivities. She gazed out to a window adjacent to her door, seeing the people enjoying themselves. "Quite rowdy," she thought to herself as she started making her way down the hallway to the main stairs. Merula heart had been racing ever since she left her room. So far, the day has been good, but she hoped it stayed as she hoped. Merula was at the top of the stairs before she noticed someone across the adjacent section of the stairs.

Jason had finished getting cleaned up before he walked out to the stairs in an excited mood. He hadn't expected to see his friends till school or at least till he had done part of his summer in Italy with his father. But he couldn't think of that for the time. Right now was a time for celebration as his friends were here; and one that was a special one at that. He took a deep breath as he descended the stairs to meet Merula in the middle.

"You look amazing-" the couple said in unison.

"You go first!" Jason spoke with his nerves evergrowing.

"N-no, you go first!" Merula responded.

"No, I insist the most powerful witch goes first."

"So thoughtful of the gentleman," Merula smiled as she took a good look at Jason.

He wore blue chinos with an off-white button-up with his sleeves rolled up. Jason wore his necklace Merula had gotten him for Christmas, charcoal dress shoes, and an onyx-colored watch. His hair combed, and the scent of his cologne sent Merula heart ablaze.

"You look quite dashing if I must say," Merula blushed as her eyes dart to Jason and shot to the left, repeatedly.

"Not as beautiful as you though. You look amazing Merula," Jason caressed her cheek while giving an earnest smile.

"It doesn't look odd? I mean this isn't my cup of tea. Haywood suggested this and other outfits." Merula had decided to go with a sundress with a jade green tint, with her necklace from this past Christmas, and sandals.

"Merula," Jason took her chin and gently kissed her. "No matter what you wear or how you think you look, I'll always believe your beautiful."

"You're such a sweet talker, you know?" Merula stood on her toes and kissed him back. "Let's get going. I want to see what all the noise about."

Jason laughed as he took her hand and led her outside. The two walked arm in arm as the party seemed to be going well. Ben talking with some of Jason's uncles while playing dominos and as far as Jason tell his friend needed some work on it or they'd bleed him dry. To the left, Barnaby was helping himself with the food while two girls were trying to get his attention. They were most likely daughters of his mom's friends probably.

Jason had gone around introducing Merula to his many, many, relatives. Some young cousin. Aunts and uncles. All of them welcomed Merula as one of their own and comment on how she's so beautiful like Jason described. Clearly, someone can't help but brag about the best witch of Hogwarts. Over at a table, Rowan was sitting with Penny and Thalia. He and Merula decided to head over and sit down next to them.

"Ah! Mi hijo y mi futura nuera. You two look amazing!" Thaila smiled at the two love birds.

"Mama! ¡No digas eso!" Jason faced turned red.

"Aye. Sorry hijo, I just can't help myself at times. Merula, your dress looks lovely. It compliments you very well."

"Thank you, ma'am," Merula smiled, feeling happy by her dress selection.

"Now then, I want to know something if you don't mind me asking." Thaila leaned forward with her head in her hands.

"About what ma'am?" Merula asked.

"How much do you love my son? What is it that makes you love?" Thaila grinned like a schoolgirl finding out the latest gossip.

"Mom!" Jason shouted, embarrassed at his mother's questioning of his girlfriend.

"It's alright, Jason." Merula squeezed his hand. She cleared her throat and tried to muster as much courage as she could. "Well, Jason and I never got along in the beginning. I didn't think that someone like him could even consider loving me."

"Because of your lineage?" Thaila raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes," Merula sighed, "but the fact he treated like an average person. Correcting me whenever I was in the wrong and trying to get me to see my actions will determine my fate. That I am the one to make my choice if I want to be like my parents." She glanced at Jason with a smile.

"And my dear?" Thaila looked at Merula curiously.

"Jason risked death for me too many times that I could even count. He saved my life and me from myself. From the monster, I thought I was," Merula looked at Thaila. "That's why I love him."

Thaila had her eyes clothes as she was in a deep thought considering Merula words before smiling at her. This girl has given her son happiness, and he has done the same for her. Now Thaila was thinking about planning their wedding in secret but knew Jason would find out and possibly flip his lid if she got ahead of herself.

"You are how he describes you truly. I can see why he loves you. You better not go breaking this heart mi nino, am I clear?" Thaila looked at Jason with a severe glance. "Am I clear?"

"I think I rather face another dragon than risk a broken-hearted Merula. I could at least die, knowing I didn't hurt her."

"Hey! I thought we agreed! No, dying!" Merula grabbed his ear, pinching it till his ear turned red.

"Ouch! Meri! Please, that hurts! Aaaaaaaaah!" Jason yelped as Merula tormented him as she did when he got all "tempt fate" and see what would happen.

"I think a dead you would be heartbreaking!" Merula pulled him close, releasing his ear and kissing it.

"Awww, Merula being friendly!" Rowan teased.

"Khanna, I swear I will end you!"

"Noted." Rowan held his hands up, surrendering to the threat. "But, I got to admit it's nice seeing how you act with him."

"Rowan, buddy?" Jason called as rubbed his ear.

"Yes, Jason?"

"Shush, please. I don't want any dead bodies on my home because I'm sure I'll have to bury them," Jason looked at his friend smirking.

"Well, that's enough of the talk. Come along children. It's a party after all!" Penny said as she took Rowan's arm and decided to hit the dance floor.

"I'll leave you to allow, but don't get too crazy now," Thaila smiled and winked at Merula and Jason, making her way to a group of adults.

"Um, sorry my mom put you on the spot." Jason hung his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. "My mom is eccentric and is-" he tried to continue but was cut off by a finger to the lips.

"Jason, you don't need to make excuses." Merula smiled. "I understand she is just concerned. Any parent would wonder who the person that has their child's heart is. Mine does because I brag about you in my letters."

"Meri," Jason smiled and pulled her into a hug, "I love you so much."

"And I love you," Merula pecked his cheek. "Why don't we go join the fun?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The couple made their way to the dance floor and danced to their heart's content. Merula had gotten better at the dances Jason had shown her these past few months since they started dating. Some of Jason's relatives comment on how she moved well. He knew how to pick 'em. The two of them danced till they couldn't anymore. Sweat dripping down their faces with shallow breaths being taken.

"You hungry?" Merula panted as she held Jason's hand. "I'm starving," Jason said as they made their way to the food table.

"Good grief, this all smells delicious and looks the part.

"Presentation is always keen with food," Jason laughed as he handed her plate and got one for himself.

The two filled their plates and walked to the low standing section of a wall by the view of the city and sat down to eat. As they ate, the two had talked about how the quidditch world cup was coming soon. Though they had different teams, they agreed that somehow they'd go to see it someday. Maybe someday soon. Who can say?

For now, Merula just wanted to enjoy the time she has with Jason. This has probably been one of the most fun days she has had all summer. Her nerves about meeting Jason's family were put aside as she had his mother's approval. It was funny how Thaila is more than willing to welcome her as her future daughter-in-law. If Jason was okay with it, that is. But that was a thought she could think for another day.

"Hey," Jason wiped his face with a napkin, "there's something I want to show you."

"What is it you got to surprise me this time?" Merula looked at him curiously. "You better not try to propose to me," she teased.

"No! Well not now," Jason muttered nervously. "Come on, follow me." Jason offered his hand to Merula with a smile as she took it.

The two left the party and headed down the hill where the mansion was located. Merula wondered where Jason was taking her at such a late time in the evening. As the two made their way down a couple of blocks, they reached a beach closed off.

"Another beach?" Merula smirked. "Again?"

"Look closely," Jason pointed out to the gentle waves.

"If you say so- what the?!" Merula gazed at the water, shocked as it began to glow in a soft color.

"Impressed? Those are supposed to be bioluminescence from how muggles believe it is, but no one truly knows."

"It's beautiful," Merula said as she tried to comprehend the beauty of the lights.

"I don't understand it much myself, but I thought of it like stars swallowed by the seas. I wanted to show it to you because it is one of the most beautiful things I've seen," Jason gazed drifted to his love.

Merula didn't notice until Jason hugged her from behind. He was warm, and the scent of his sweat mixed with his cologne was all too familiar. Jason was, is, this best person Merula had ever know despite how he doubted himself and never tried to be someone he's not. An honest and caring person.

"So what's holds the spot as number one?"

"You."

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hp hogwarts mystery #hphm fanfiction #hphm mc #hphm fic #jason piscius aurelius de leone #merula snyde #jason x merula

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🧵 i love the idea of you casting me in different shows and movies!!! can you do harry potter, obx (and if you’re down, the umbrella academy?) I love animals, seeing as i have three cats at home, not super sure what i want to do with my life yet. I got *below* average grades in school, which i now realize was because of my now diagnosed adhd so i’m working on it now. I love being with my friends and family, and traveling. i also work at a movie theater and consequentially, love watching movies!!

yes!! Love this!! thank you so much!

Harry Potter:

I’d say you were a half-blood but your magical parent didn’t really talk much about it, so you’re not fully aware of everything magical. As soon as you found out that you were allowed to bring a pet to Hogwarts, you grabbed hold of your house cat. Your mom said you couldn’t take the family cat (which made you really sad) but she promised to buy you a new kitten at Diagon Alley.

The wand that bonded with you had a core of Unicorn Hair (faithful, loyal, hard to turn to the Dark Arts, consistent) with Alder Wood (indicates a helpful and friendly owner, loyal, mostly non-verbal magic).

You get an orange tabby cat from to bring with you to Hogwarts and you give her the oh so loving name of Gus Gus (you had just watched Cinderella that day, so the name was fresh in your mind).

Once on the Hogwarts Express, you were afraid that you weren’t going to make many friends, but you find yourself sitting in a compartment with two girls who were also first years. One, a red-haired girl with a splattering of freckles, and the other a girl with crazy glasses and snow white hair.

Ginny, Luna, and Neville become your core group at Hogwarts.

At the sorting ceremony, the Sorting Hat puts you into Hufflepuff. It was hard to be separated from your newfound friends, but the Hufflepuffs were kind and welcoming. They made you and Gus Gus feel at home.

Your best and most favorite class was Muggle Studies, especially when the professor started talking about movies. Care for Magical Creatures comes in a close second. Other classes, however, were a bit harder for you to get the hang of. When Professor Sprout confronts you about your grades, she sets you up with one of the older Hufflepuff students, Cedric Diggory. He helps you in a gentle and kindly voice and never makes you feel like you’re falling behind.

With his help, and the help of your other friends, your grades start to pick up.

His death hits you like a train.

Your happiest memory that you use to produce your Patronus is a memory you’re not even sure really happened. You’re sitting in the Courtyard with Ginny, Luna, and Neville. Ginny is ranting about Quidditch, Luna’s head resting in her lap as she reads the Quibbler. Neville is sitting next to you, Gus Gus purring quietly in his lap. And you’re just sitting there, soaking in the sun.

Your Patronus is a Dragonfly, meaning a carefree, imaginative, joyful person with higher aspirations, even if you’re not sure what they are yet. You were confused at first as to how such a small thing could defend you against such powerful fear, but it works.

You fought valiantly at the Battle of Hogwarts. This place was your home and these people, even the ones who picked fun at you or ignored you, were your family. And this was Cedric’s home too. Even after three years, you never forgot all that he had done for you and the fact that he died for Harry meant you were willing to die for him too. Thankfully, you didn’t.

OBX:

You don’t really start off as one of the Pogues. You worked at the only movie theater on your side of the island, so you saw them every now and again. Part of you was jealous of the friendship that they shared with one another, but another part of you was irritated every time they came around because the blond one always left trash everywhere.

But there was one summer when they came in almost every single day, bringing a girl with them. You didn’t recognize her, which meant she wasn’t from the cut. By the time July rolled around, you knew all of them by name and they knew yours.

It was the girl, Kie, as they called her, who first asked you to come with them to the party after your shift. You were taken aback at first, but you agreed eventually. You’d never been to one of the boneyard parties before so it was strange, but all four of them were there to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

JJ and John B taught you the basics of beer pong, which you realized you were pretty good at. Pope was really good at distracting you when it felt a little overwhelming. Kie stood there and danced beside you, screaming out the lyrics to whatever song was playing.

You weren’t really sure when it happened, but one minute you were spending your days doing little more than popping popcorn and cleaning theaters and the next you were spending all of your time off work fishing, dancing, surfing, or even just lounging with the Pogues.

Kie told you everything there was to know about astrology. She even showed you the constellations as you lounged on the roof of the Wreck, the boys off to the side having a hacky sack competition.

You and JJ love to watch campy movies together. You sneak him into the theater for free sometimes, especially when they’re playing a silent movie. The two of you sit in the back and make up the words as you go, laughing and spilling popcorn all over the place.

John B was the one who really taught you how to surf. You had barely been able to swim before you joined their friend group, but with his help and patience, you were a quick master at it.

When school started again, you confided in Pope that your grades weren’t where you wanted them to be so he agreed to give you extra help whenever you wanted. Study sessions became a common occurrence between the two of you. He was usually serious when it came to school, but he still somehow managed to make you laugh.

With your new group of friends, it felt like your life had finally begun.

TUA:

Reginald Hargreeves wasn’t the only one who collected children born on October 1st, 1989.

You were raised with four others who were born with powers, just like you. While The Umbrella Academy were trained to fight crime, you and your peers were more like lab rats.

Your ability was, upon contact with an object or a person, you could see their past in flashes. It was very useful for finding people based on the objects they left behind, so when you were 13, the people who had raised you sold you off to the government as a kind of bloodhound. You spend the next decade or so hunting down the Most Wanted, until you run right into the Umbrella Academy’s very own vigilante, Diego Hargreeves.

The two of bond over hunting bad guys and agree to become partners. All it takes is ditching the US government. Many of the agents got lazy with you on their team, so without their favorite bloodhound, finding you was difficult. By the time they figured out you were even gone, you and Diego were so far underground, they would never find you.

As a crime fighting duo, the two of you hopped from city to city, locking away the criminal that plagued streets.

After his dad died, you offered to go back home with him. You never really had a place to call home and even if his home life wasn’t so much fun, at least the Umbrella Academy was a place he could call home. He took your offer after a little bit of persuading.

When it came to stopping the Apocalypse, being a bloodhound wasn’t really the most helpful of powers and Diego’s pissy little brother, Five, made that painfully obvious every chance he got. Luther didn’t like you very much, but you got the feeling he didn’t really like anybody. Klaus made you laugh, but he was also pretty strange. Diego seemed to have a special attachment to him, so you tried to make friends. Allison was kind to you, but standoffish. You liked Vanya the best. She was the most normal (but you never said that to her).

After the Apocalypse was prevented, you all went out for a drink. You had a nice glass of orange juice and relished in the taste. The world almost ended, after all, and as that end neared, the only thing you found yourself missing was orange juice.

ahhh I hope this was okay!! Umbrella Academy was kinda difficult, but I wanted to do you justice!! thank you so much for letting me do this for you.

#ask game #your life in #asks

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[taps mic] is this thing on ? hey , hi , hello ! you can call me ness , it rhymes with mess , and i use the she/her pronouns . i turned twenty-one this year and i’m residing in the eastern timezone . it’s been two months since i’ve been in a group and i’m so , so , so excited to be here ! i’ll be playing sam and he’s based off of 707/luciel from mystic messenger , idk if y’all know that game but you can read more about him under the cut .

[ CHAE HYUNGWON, 24, CISMALE, HE/HIM, BISEXUAL ] - welcome to the love island villa, SAEYOUNG “SAM” OH! they’re a HACKER from SEOUL and they’re the ENIGMA. people describe them as IMPULSIVE AND VOLATILE, but once you get to know them they’re ECCENTRIC AND INTELLIGENT. i’d recognize them by their ( clothes that are one size too big, mismatched socks, sad eyes that you could get lost in ). honestly, i think they’re really here for LOVE.

saeyoung’s birth was the result of an affair between his father, a highly regarded chairman, and his mother whom worked as his maid. it was crucial that the public didn’t find out about this scandal as he wanted to keep an upstanding image. in return for keeping silent about saeyoung and his paternity, she blackmailed the businessman into giving her money every month or else she’d expose their secret. there was no need for her to work considering the amount was more than enough to live off of, so she spent most of her time at home to take care of saeyoung.

he had a normal childhood and never questioned how they maintained a roof over their heads when she rarely left the house or the fact that his father wasn’t around. of course, the woman made up an elaborate story to tell the boy to ease his curiosity and keep him from pushing for more information. his mother was very, very paranoid about his father sending someone to get rid of them so she turned to alcohol to cope.

( TW: CHILD ABUSE ) he was an obedient child that never stepped out of line and tried his hardest to be a good son and make his mother happy, however, she became a completely different person when she drank. she would often lash out and blame him for ruining her life along with forbidding him from leaving the house and refusing to give him food for days.

saeyoung got into coding on his own after toying around on the computer when he was stuck indoors, eventually checking out books on the subject and teaching himself. as his skills increased and he began hacking, he took on the alias “sam” and started off breaking into game servers then working his way up to corporations. it wasn’t for any other reason than to give himself a sense of pride to know that he was able to accomplish something that not everyone could. he’d found his calling, passion, and an escape from his cruel reality.

he received a job from an anonymous person asking him to retrieve some information for money when he was seventeen. after completing said job, it was revealed that the benefactor was none other than a member of a secret agency that was interested in recruiting him. it was somewhat of a dangerous job since he was dealing with receiving and sending confidential information, but the pay was too good to turn down and he was even given his own secure apartment to live in.

there’s nothing left to say about his past other than he still lives in said apartment, goes by sam both on and off the web, and has taken some much needed time off from work to be a part of love island for reasons which are explained in his introduction video.

birth name: oh saeyoung alias: sam age: twenty-four zodiac: gemini birthplace: seoul, south korea gender: cismale pronouns: he/him/his sexuality: bisexual occupation: hacker height: 183 cm. ( 6′ 0″ ) build: slim, average notable attributes: glasses hair color: brown eye color: dark brown alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: entp, the debater hogwarts: ravenclaw

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dusk-realm · 5 years

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Chrysanthemum [Chapter 5: Spinner’s End]

Tagging: @featurelengthfics

A/N: due to the lack of information about Snape’s house, I had to get creative and improvise stuff. I’ve also based some things on my own headcanons, which you may want to revisit before reading this chapter.

Thanks goodness I haven’t eaten, she thought. It was true what everyone said about apparition, it really messes up with one’s bowels. Professor Snape let go of her arm and went ahead to open the door. She had barely noticed that he was grabbing her, he did it very gently. The professor found the key game inside his robe and proceeded to open the front door of the house. It was tiny, and the borough looked as if it had been a long time since anyone cared enough to maintain the lighting or to clean up the garbage. Just as she had figured out, it was a small district which had been home to several workers of the industry, which had been abandoned when the production started to either move or shut down.

‘Are you going to stay there all day?’ Snape called, waiting by the doorframe for her to enter. The girl obeyed and stepped inside, taking her time to adjust a bit to the indoors darkness. The living room looked a bit claustrophobic; it had only one small window, and the walls were covered by tall shelves that reached the roof. The shelves, despite their height, looked as if they could fall in any moment due to the vast amount of books they had in them. A lot of them didn’t even fit properly, so someone had been just piling them up on top of others. The house in general had a general air of neglect, but it was normal, (Y/N) guessed, if Professor Snape lived alone and spent most part of the year in Hogwarts. But what worried her the most, was the fact that she didn’t see any door.

‘So… Professor, where am I going to sleep?’ She asked, having a look around before finally stopping at him. He was calmly leaving his suitcase on the floor, near a threadbare armchair.

‘On the floor, obviously.’ He joked. Or so he thought. The lack of a response from her after a few seconds made him turn around. She looked pretty much unbothered, setting her luggage on the floor as well.

‘...What?’ She asked, seeing that Snape was looking at her in a weird way.

‘You didn’t really... expect to sleep on the floor the whole summer, did you?’ (Y/N) shrugged a little and answered:

‘I’m used.’

Snape looked stupefied at her mettle,

In what kind of place have you been living, girl?

but managed a few words out:

‘What do you mean with used?’

Shit, maybe shouldn’t have let that slip.

Have you been sleeping on the floor at Hogwarts?

‘I mean, I used to live in an orphanage, I’m used to hard surfaces. You know, not enough budget to buy a soft thick mattress for every kid.’ She explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie, so it should content him for now. Thankfully, Snape did seem satisfied with the answer, as he gave a slow nod.

‘Come, I’ll show you your bedroom.’

‘With a mattress, professor?’ She joked, letting a soft chuckle out.

‘With a mattress.’ He conceded, showing the smallest of the smiles. He motioned her towards a wall. Surprisingly, there were doors, but they were very well hidden. She followed him up through a small staircase with only one lightbulb hanging from a wire. The staircase lead to a hallway with 4 doors, 2 at each side of the corridor. He pointed at the furthest one to the left and announced:

‘Junk room,’ His finger moved to the door next to it and continued, ‘bathroom,’ he pointed to the right now, to the furthest room, ‘my bedroom, and the one left is yours.’

(Y/N) nodded with satisfaction.

Goodbye shared bedroom, see you in hell.

‘Clean it up before you get installed. It hasn’t been used in a long time.’ Snape warned before opening the door for her. She peeked inside and saw a double bed, with two nightstands and all. The bedroom was quite big and nice, even if it was dusty.

‘Woah! All this room for me, Professor?’ She entered and spun around.

‘All yours. And you don’t need to call me Professor while you’re here.’ He was leaning against the wall, fidgeting with his fingers slowly.

Does she like it?

‘Mr. Snape then?’ She asked. Well, she didn’t want to disrespect him after all he had done for her, plus taking her in for the whole summer. The master allowed himself to chuckle a little at her manners.

‘Severus. Severus is fine. Make yourself comfortable, you can borrow anything from the closet.’

‘Thank you, Severus… Really.’ She spoke in a very meek voice. Severus simply dismissed it and left the room, closing the door after himself.

He went straight to the bedroom of his childhood and remained there in silence. He heard the door being opened, footsteps down and then up the stairs, then the door closing softly again. She had probably found a cloth to clean up her bedroom, as he had just ordered to do. He checked the hour: 5:36. There was still enough time for him to unpack his clothes and then it would be time for dinner.

True, dinner.

He thought. Evidently, there was nothing edible in the house, so he should probably go get something. For the both of them. It felt so strange to think of grocery shopping for two. He leaned his ear on the wall. Severus could hear some ruffling and rubbing here and there. After a few minutes, having checked that the girl was fine, Severus cleaned up his own room with a quick flick of his wand and began unpacking.

I have too much to do.

In no time, his robes were neatly hanged on the closet, his suitcase put away and the bedroom spot-clean. Severus sat down on the bed and let out a sigh. He was having a mental debate on whether he should tell (Y/N) that he was going out or just leave. Maybe she felt scared being alone. Or awkward, seeing that she was a guest. But it wasn’t strictly necessary for him to tell her about his whereabouts.

Would she care at all?

His hand moved automatically to the side of his garments, and took out the pentagonal box.

You better have not melted.

He shook the box gently with one hand, until he could hear a croak. The man left the box on his nightstand, waiting for the right moment to come. He had bought that chocolate frog in an express trip to Honeydukes, while the girl was under Pomfrey’s watch. He thought it would be good to cheer up her stay in the Hospital Wing, but he never really had the chance to actually give it to her, so he hid it in his robes and kept carrying it around secretely, until now.

Ultimately, Severus stood up and decided to go check on his pupil.

(Y/N) had already cleaned the furniture, not that there was much stuff to clean anyway. She had taken off the bed sheets because they were all dusty, but she couldn’t reach the clean ones, as they where stored at the highest part of the closet. Regardless, her savior came to the rescue, as she heard two soft knocks on the door.

‘Yes, come in~’ She sang. Severus peeked his head inside, without opening up completely. He saw that the window was opened, and in poured the afternoon light, bringing life to the bedroom.

‘How’s that going?’ He questioned. Seeing that Severus wouldn’t come in, (Y/N) opened the door wide open for him and extended an arm.

‘I wanted to change the sheets before cleaning the floor, but I can’t reach. Do you mind..?’

With a stiff nod, Severus came in and reached the bedsheets for her.

‘I’m going out for grocery shopping, I hope you can handle this yourself.’ He said in a monotonic voice, dropping the bedsheets carelessly on her arms.

‘Yes! Of course, I can handle this. Don’t worry, I’ll try to finish before you come back. Do you need me to clean anything else?’ She kindly offered. Severus looked very unimpressed on the outside, but he felt a little touched in the inside by her gentle nature.

‘Just get installed when you have finished.’ He ordered. And with that, he turned around and walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, only to leave the house seconds after.

(Y/N) got down to work immediately after she heard the door shut, beginning to reflect on this first day of cohabitation. The neighbourhood was, somehow, worse than what she had figured at first. True, she expected dirt and poor people and not the best landscape, but the place was abandoned in every possible way. She saw no people, and the condition of the street was literally rubbish. Why did Professor Snape live here? Being a professor at Hogwarts, he could surely afford something better than this house. The house was small, and cramped, but at the same time it felt empty. There was not a single photography at sight, nothing that suggested any sort of familiarity or warmth. Spinner’s End didn’t feel like a home at all.

It’s not like I have the right to complain. She told herself.

It has four walls, a roof and a bed. It’s not that bad. Plus, Professor Snape is not the monster everyone thinks he is. He’s been gentle so far. Maybe not the kindest, maybe not the most welcoming, but he’s treated me just right. This is better than sleeping in the street.

The girl had finished her tasks before she could realize it: the sheets were changed, fresh, and the floor had been thoroughly cleaned. The only thing remaining on her to-do list was to unpack and hang her clothes in the closet.

Piece of cake. It won’t even take up much space.

(Y/N) opened the suitcase on the bed and began taking out her few clothes. After putting everything away, she was left with her old pyjamas in hand, realising that she was still wearing her Hogwarts uniform.

I don’t think he minds me taking a shower now…

And with that, she took her belongings and went to the bathroom to take a shower until Snape came back. Well, she opened the wrong door, leading to the junk room.

‘Oops.’

It really is a junk room.

Severus came back home carrying four bags of food.

Will this be enough?

He couldn’t help hesitating, it had been such a long time since he last bought food for more than one. And taking care of a teenager was not just a matter of doubling the amount of food the available, no.

Slowly, Severus began to freak out as he arrived at the kitchen, leaving the bags on the table. He had just noticed that he knew absolutely nothing of her tastes.

He took a look around. She wasn’t around, so she should be still upstairs, in her bedroom.

What if she’s allergic to something?

Severus started fidgeting with his fingers anxiously. That was a big failure.

I’m supposed to keep this child healthy and we’re already going downhill.

Then, he decided that it was probably a good idea to go ask her, just to be sure. Severus shuffled going upstairs, drained from so much activity. It had been a busy year thanks to Potter, and his duty had not finished for the summer either. The potions master saw her door opened and came in, looking for her. The room was empty, except for the caged owl. He hadn’t been able to see the bird up close.

‘Hi, Chilli…’ Severus cooed softly, leaning in a little to observe him. Chilli was a real mess. It was an elderly royal owl of red eyes. Severus guessed that he got the name because of the characteristic intense red of his iris. His plumage was badly moulted, and cataracts had begun to cloud his sight. Regardless, anyone observant enough would be able to tell that the animal was not in this state due to neglect. His remaining feathers were clean and of good colour. His claws and beak looked perfectly healthy and clean too, as well as the cage. Severus tried his luck and stuck his pinkie through the spikes of the cage. Chilli angled his head and bit the man’s fingertip, making him jolt and jump straight up again.

‘Bastard.’ He whisper-yelled before leaving the room and returning to the kitchen.

(Y/N) walked down the stairs now feeling fresh and clean. She had changed into her tatty short-sleeved pyjamas. She was carrying her dirty clothes and the wet towels when she entered the kitchen, seeing Severus busy with the food.

‘Hi… Welcome home.’ She shyly greeted. He straightened himself up and looked at her from above his shoulder. Seeing no answer expectancies, (Y/N) continued:

‘Have you been here for long? I didn’t hear you, I was in the shower.’ The girl explained. Her voice was very soft, Severus thought, but he could still hear her perfectly.

‘Just a few minutes.’

‘Oh, I see. Do you need any help with that?’ She offered, standing behind him. She realised that he had removed his cloak at some point, although she had not noticed the instant in which he did it. She also noticed how slim her teacher actually was.

‘Do you have any allergy? Anything I should know of?’ Severus bluntly asked. The question caught (Y/N) a little taken aback, so she took a little to utter a response.

‘Uhm… No?’ Severus turned around with his eyebrow raised.

‘I- I mean,’ she hurried to finish up, ‘I’ve never had an allergic reaction to anything, so I guess I don’t have any.’ Her professor nodded and continued with the task in hand.

‘Go hang that outside, what are you waiting for?’ He grunted. The unfriendlyness of his tone startled (Y/N) a little, making her rush to the little inner patio that the house had.

‘Y-yes, of course…’ The poor girl did as told, then put her clothes in the washing machine and quietly sat down waiting for dinner.

Severus had made some sautéed vegetables for the both of them. Dinner passed quite slowly, as there was no other sound but the occasional cutlery bumping gently into the plate. The professor kept watching his student intently; she ate well, not rebuffing at anything in particular in her plate. She had very good manners too, but Severus was more focused on seeing her reaction to his cooking.

Does she like it? She doesn’t seem picky. But she sure is slow.

In the end, they finished at the same time, and Snape picked up his and her plate without delay. (Y/N) stood up quickly and placed her hand on his right arm.

‘Wait, no, you cooked dinner, let me do the dishes in exchange.’

Severus agreed and gave up his place in front of the sink. The young Slytherin made sure to scrub the plates until they shined before considering that she had finished. A few minutes later, she left the kitchen and then went to her bedroom to feed Chilli. She took her good time to look around. It all seemed so strange… It had been a weird day in general, and she was exhausted. Her body felt sore and tense, even after laying down in bed for a good while. It was pitch dark outside and there was no clock in the bedroom, but (Y/N) was quite sure of having been laying down for a few hours by then, constantly tossing and turning.

Maybe it's the bed? Since I'm not used to having so much space… It also feels weird knowing that it belongs to a married couple. Wait. Is Snape married? Nah. No, I don't think so. He'd be living with his wife. Unless he's a widower. But still, why not sleeping in this bedroom? He must be single. So… is this his parents’ bedroom? PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE WAS CONCEIVED HERE?!

(Y/N) jerked straight up and left the bed as a shiver went down her spine. She decided to go get herself a glass of water, hoping to calm down with that and be able to sleep at last. Regardless, she didn't expect to find Severus sitting in the living room with his nose buried in a book. He slowly raised his head as he heard soft footsteps.

‘Can't sleep?’ He asked, glancing from above the pages.

‘No, not really…’ (Y/N) sighed audibly and let herself plop on the couch in front of her teacher. ‘I guess I'm just overexcited, a lot of things happened today…’ she made a little pause, watching his expression carefully. He was paying attention, so she continued: ‘I still can't believe that Professor Dumbledore is going to allow me to move on to the second course, as if it was nothing, just like that.’

‘Well,’ Severus spoke, shutting his book and letting it rest on his lap, ‘you have managed to fall in the same year as The Boy Who Lived,’ his voice sounded overly theatrical and envenomated with sarcasm, ‘a true honour, being the classmate of a living legend. You should feel happy.’

‘Potter?’ (Y/N) rolled her eyes and put her bare feet up on the couch, hugging her own knees. ‘I don't even know the kid and I'm already sick of him. I swear, if I hear anyone else praise him, I'll finish off the job myself.’

Severus bursted a dark laugh. It was the first time that (Y/N) heard him laugh in two years. It was a deep sound that tingled your ears, but at the same time it had an indecipherable undertone that made it strange and almost addictive.

‘How tempting, my little snake…’ He murmured mysteriously.

‘Plus, he's everyone's favourite, and Slytherin lost the House Cup for his and his friends’ fault.’

‘Don't remind me…’

‘Well, actually, Slytherin legitimately won the Cup with effort throughout the entire year and Dumbledore snatched it from our hands to give it to Gryffindor for being reckless and breaking at least a dozen of rules.’ Snape watched his student slowly fire up and spill her frustrations. He had never seen her this talkative, not even in class, but it was honestly a spectacle worth watching. She continued with her ramble.

‘It enrages me. Potter doesn't deserve to be called a legend. Let alone receiving the poorly-concealed biased treatment he gets. He was a baby when all of that happened, I'm convinced that his own magical power had nothing to do with his survival. I've been in class with him, he's not any extraordinary wizard. Granger, if you ask me, is so much more talented than him. She only needs to learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes.’

Severus shifted and straightened up at the mention of that dreadful night, as flashes of horror and grief took over his brain. He leaned on, resting both elbows on his knees and chose to carry on with the topic.

‘I see you cherish them just as much as I do.’

‘Yeah, I think you made that clear at the beginning of this year.’

‘Hmpfh.’

‘They probably hate you, since you won't follow up your peers on glorifying Potter, but you put them right in place. Harshly, but effectively.’

‘I'm aware… that I'm not precisely the.. favourite teacher. Not that I mind much, regardless, the opinion of that bunch of dimwits. Others... like you, for instance, don't seem so bothered.’

‘Me? I don't feel threatened. As much as potions are fascinating, they're also very dangerous if one brews them incorrectly. I'm aware that you need to keep everyone safe. You have to be strict.’ She emphasized.

‘You recognise the danger, and yet you still pair up with that Longbottom boy.’ He pointed his finger at her chest accusingly, making her giggle softly.

‘Okay, Neville is clumsy, but-’

‘The boy unleashes chaos in my classroom.’ Severus interrupted. (Y/N) cleared her throat.

‘Neville may be clumsy, but if there's one Gryffindor I can stand, that's him. He's very sweet. Scaredy, yes, but he's a good boy. Did you know that he loves Herbology? Professor Sprout paired us up a few times, and we've been sticking together ever since. Well, once he stopped being scared of me.’

‘Scared.. of… you?’ He unhurriedly echoed.

This girl is probably the most tranquil in temperament of the whole House. How can he?

‘Prejudice, I suppose. A girl told us that she heard Ronald Weasley say in the welcoming ceremony that every wizard that went bad was in Slytherin. I bet he's been running around telling that to everyone else, and the others of course believed him. Because nobody wants to mingle with the House of the rotten apples.’

She lifted her glance up. Snape's face twitched a little, and he had a weird expression. His black eyes glittered illuminated by the faint light that the lamp provided. Her eyes, on the contrary, looked dull, lifeless again.

Where did that beautiful (E/C) go?

Severus saw so much of himself in her. He saw her frustration, her loneliness, he saw how much she craved even the smallest affection from a friendly hand, a confidant, he could guess how many emotions she was bottling up, repressing them, learning to confine to herself just the way he had done during his teenage years. And it felt so close to home that it made his heart ache and his guts contort. He could also begin to fathom why Dumbledore sent her with him. They allowed silence seize the room, and minutes passed and passed. It wasn’t however, awkward, but rather, a prolonged pause in a conversation, it was a reflective lull. (Y/N) was the first one to break it.

‘Severus?’ She called in a whisper after a while.

‘Hmm?’

‘I… I think that’s enough conversation for today. I should go to sleep.’

He turned around and checked the hour. 3 AM. Then, he looked at her again and got up lazily.

‘I’m going to bed too, come.’ He said, leaving the book on his armchair.

(Y/N) got up too, and was surprised to feel a warm hand resting on her shoulder.

Snape escorted her back to her bedroom, squeezing her shoulder softly in front of her door. She turned around to look at him. His hand abandoned her shoulder and laid heavily on top of her head, stroking her hair on its way down, towards her cheek.

‘Good night, (Y/N)’

(Y/N) took a moment to answer, leaning into his soft touch slightly, almost imperceptibly. It felt delightful and soothing, welcoming. She wished deep down to increase their confidence to allow a caress like this every so often. The girl placed her own hand on Severus’ and drew a semicircle on his skin. The gesture sent a jolt to his stomach, thinking that she would slap his hand away, but Sevrus was secretly relieved to feel her correspond his stroke so delicately.

‘Good night.’ She replied in a whisper after an eternity.

That night, (Y/N) slept peacefully and soundly, without dreams, but feeling warmth in her heart.

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enchantingkittengaditor · 5 years

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The MCU’s Daughters Prequel: Hope Has Wings

A/N: This is a Prequel, to my new story The MCU’s Daughter, inspired by Brie Larson’s album Finally Out of PE. Hope has Wings was merely the inspiration for this piece and if lyrics are seen it’s probably just me listening to the song about 100 times writing this and editing it.

Summary: Long before she was the MCU’s Daughter. Before they were the Internet’s Daughters. They were just teenage girls trying to fit into a new system, a new country and a new school. Before all the fame and success two teens first became friends and teammates.

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Anxiety, Epilepsy, Violence, Extreme Angst, Minor Fluff.

Master List

February 2nd, 2016

Tegan

The first day of school was always met by an odd combination of nostalgia, nerves and excitement on my half. My sister, on the other hand, would always complain about the girls in her class of the 8-minute walk from our house to the school gate, where we would meet the embraces of our friends. Or at least she would. That 8-minute walk had only been our norm for the past 8 months before that it was a mere 30 steps from our gate to the school gate. And 4 months prior it was 12-minute car ride from one side of our island home to the place where we spent more time than our own house located on the other side of the island. And only 18 months ago it was a 16-minute drive from our green home on the golf course to the brightly coloured buildings that made up our old school.

Though today was different as we walked toward school all I that I seemed able to think about was the new girl at school, and my therapy session the day prior and how Julie had said ‘making new friends is important as is embracing whatever life throws at you,’ when I had said I was stuck on the ground and the ground was the bottom of the ocean. At the time I had instantly thought bullshit. Now, now I wasn’t so sure. Maybe she was more like me than any of the other idiots in my class. Maybe we’d get on. I dared myself to hope, just a little, that maybe just maybe I would have a friend by the end of the year.

But I know hope has wings, wings that take it away so I can’t climb only drown. Hope is a powerful thing it can give you the power to rise but it can disappear just as quickly as it appeared. As can people and a place. A home. A life. A universe. A heart. A human being.

As we turned the final corner and walked down the sloping ground toward the school that I hated and loved with all my heart. The odd yellow colour of the three buildings met the deep camo green of the roof in the early morning sun causing the buildings to look uglier than they should have. But the familiar air of becoming educated caused my heart to race, as did the new girl being shown around by my teacher.

At least I’m not the newest arrival this year, I thought to myself as I walked through the green doors toward the lockers. I looked around for the one with my name on it before putting my bag down and taking the lock off and grabbing my bag off the ground, taking out my books and pencil case before locking it back up and entering the classroom to my left. Finding my seat I sat down at the high table smiling and waving to Alexandra who was sitting to my right and placed all my stuff on my desk and picked my book back-up starting to read.

Then in walked in the new student who, me and Alexandra met 3 days ago. Though she still made the mistake of coming up and talking to us as we were both reading, trying to have a full conversation with both of us, but we were too enthralled with our books to notice for about five minutes. That was when Indy ran in screaming at Alexandra about some crazy thing Lachie, her boyfriend, had tried to convince her to do, this time luckily it was just breaking onto the jetty and jump off of it, though knowing her it would lead to worse later.

So, I decided I would make conversation with Simone to make her feel more comfortable and at home in this new environment, something I wish someone had done when I had started a year prior.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“Well my name’s Simone and I’m from Tonga.”

“Just so you know here there are no ups only downs here. They’re all a tight-knit group and they don’t let others in easily. Trust me I learnt that the hard way,” I say with a small scoff as more and more people entered the classroom as the clock ticked closer to 9 o’clock, the magic moment.

Simone

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“Well my name’s Simone and I’m from Tonga,” I say with an eye roll.

“Just so you know here there are no ups only downs here. They’re all a tight-knit group and they don’t let others in easily. Trust me I learned that the hard way,” The tall blonde girl said scoffing under her breathe attempting to make conversation with me so I felt less left out.

“Do you have any friends?” I asked just curious about her statement.

“Yes, but not here, not that I would call to help me move a body or even house, come to think of it. I’m more of the loner type, who gets along better with books and animals than humans. I mainly hang out by myself, read and draw but the people aren’t that bad if you stay on the outskirts, they’ll talk to you and be nice to you but they’ll also be total teens if you get to close. That’s why I draw because when I lift my eyes and see the sky I feel my heart begin to soar, everyone’s carried by their wings of hope here. Mine are just different from most of the people in this hell-hole of a school.”

“Tegan, please don’t fill the new girls head with flight of fantasies that you constantly entertain,” a brunette with freckles and a nasty glare told Tegan. “Well hello to you too Scarlett. If you had listened to any other bit of the conversation you would have known that she’s, sorry Simone’s from Tonga meaning that she and I have more in common than you and I and we’ve been going to the same school for a whole year and I can think of about three things we share, and one of them is that we’re both white,” Tegan defends herself with a roll of her eyes. I like this one, I thought.

“OK, class I’m Miss G and I’ll be your teacher this year. To start with we’re going to go around the room and I want you to tell me your name, a fun fact you learnt over the holidays, where your from, year level and a surprising talent you have, we’ll start with the new girl to the school,” Miss G said chucking me a blue fuzzy thing.

“My name’s Simone, New Zealand is cold, Tonga, Year 8, and I can dance,” I said before tossing the thing over to Tegan who had been mumbling under her breath what sounded like, ‘just like therapy.’

“Tegan, an Australian once tried to sell New Zealand and the highest bid was $3000 US, everywhere and nowhere, Year 8 and I can sing,” Tegan said before passing the fluff over to Alexandra.

“Alexandra, there’s a dinosaur named after Hogwarts, New Zealand and Israel, Year 8 and I have never watched the Harry Potter movies but my talent is that I can recite any line from the books.”

This continued on for about another 20 minutes until everyone had said their piece, afterwards Miss G began to explain the years curriculum and what each year group were able to do before calling all Year 8’s over to her desk for a year group meeting telling everyone else to write a creative writing story based on something they did during the holiday. The school day was normal. I became friendly with Tegan and Alexandra, did my work and complained about the cold with Tegan till it was time to go home and call my friends back home.

Home what an odd word, because I guess my home is New Zealand now but It’s always been Tonga so where exactly is it. That just caused my mind to think about what Tegan had said to Miss G’s question of ‘where are you from?’, she had said, ‘everywhere and nowhere’. That just leads me to believe that there was a lot more to that girl than there seems, and want to know where she was actually from because everyone has a home. Maybe hers no longer exists? But she doesn’t look like a refugee. She has an American accent. Or is it English? Maybe her home never truly exists, maybe she put her faith in people and places who let her down and that’s why she doesn’t like others. Maybe she needs help. Maybe she and I are going to get on because she’s a loner and I, I am a loser. And why did she keep saying hope has wings?

Hope has wings my ass.

Tags: @hollandarling, @wazzupmrstark(?), @hollandroos, @keepingupwiththeparkers (?)

#the mcu's daughter #hope has wings #finally out of pe #writing #yay!#yikes

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B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Fein Komo

NICKNAME(S): Little Dreamwalker to Dorian.

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: Sometime in the beginning of the year / 27

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

OCCUPATION: Jedi Padawan / X Wing Pilot

SPECIES: Mirialan.

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Toni Mahfud

HEIGHT: 6′12’

WEIGHT: 180lbs

EYES: Light amber brown.

HAIR: Black, lightening to blonde in some places from his time under the sun in the pits. He keeps it long, cutting it to shoulder length at Yavin.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A variety of old and new scars along his body from his fights, and a network of tattoos in various places along his body. His tattoos are the one part of his culture Fein embraces fully. His life is made worthy by the actions he takes - the things he does and does not do - and he marks them on his skin so that when he is dead his loved ones can weight his deeds and deem him worthy or not.

B A C K G R O U N D :

HOMETOWN: He’d say Coruscant, and the creche, before anything else.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yavin IV.

LANGUAGES: A few small working phrases he’s picked up in the more common tongues that could get him by in a pinch, but nothing too fluent.

EDUCATION: Only what he got in the Jedi Temple.

PARENTS: Unknown.

CRECHE MASTER: Noa Niedra

FORMER JEDI MASTER: Thena Wyn

CURRENT JEDI MASTER: Noa Niedra

SIBLING(S): none living. (Adoptive - Matthias Ilesar, Nimm Aldenar, Osira Santo)

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single.

PET(S): None, except for the Banthu herd he sometimes wtaches with Nimm.

T H E A B S T R A C T :

FEARS: Failure - but spectacularly. He doesn’t fear failing in a ritual, or forgetting a stance in his training with a staff; he fears never getting a grip on his emotions, never being able to let go of his memories of the pits or his hatred for the Academies on Mirial. He fears never being able to become a quieted center in a storm, he fears that the storm will swallow him whole and he will be what tore down the Order all over again. He fears the Sith, and all their freedoms, and fears that he will not be strong enough to turn away.

GENERAL LIKES: Mornings so cold he can see his breath, the way ice sparkles against the ground and cracks when he walks across it, and the silence that echoes for miles around him when he’s sitting in the cockpit of his fighter. The feeling when he opens his eyes after a long meditation and the world is calm and his body is loose and tingling for him to move. Blood in the sands of the pits and warm across the skin of his shoulders and back, and the way his very soul feels spent after sending nightmares coursing across the arena. The weight of a wrench in his hand, the way Noa says his name, a satisfying cup of hot spiced tea, and watching the sun set over the jungles of Yavin IV.

GENERAL DISLIKES: The sour taste in his mouth after using his Force gift, and the feeling of defeat when he realizes he used it again without even knowing. Sunrise meditations, bland food, and blankets. The sticky humid feeling on his skin from the weather on the rebel base’s planet, and not understanding something.

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: He’ll greet you with a smile, and then keep on moving. Constant motion is his comfort, unless he’s meditating - which hardly anyone sees since he waits until the world is quieted and all are asleep. He keeps most of the world at arms length but the first word that comes to mind when someone mentions Fein Komo is ‘nice.’ He’s a nice guy - average in every way, but a gifted pilot. And that is the way he likes to keep it.

TRAITS: Innovative / Adaptable. Courageous / Impulsive. Determined / Single-minded. Self-Conscious / Unsure. Charismatic / Volatile.

HABITS: He tends to drum his fingers against whatever surface is available - tables, walls, doors, his leg, his arm - and if he’s sitting his leg is most certainly bouncing. He loves to move, loves to be in motion - when he’s doing something, he isn’t thinking.

HOBBIES: He meditates every night/early morning - before he gets his short few hours of sleep and when he wakes up. It centers him and allows him to focus his day. It also helps him tamp down his force energy. When he’s not training, Fein is always in the hangar bay fiddling with his fighter or another ship. He’s a grease monkey - and the inner workings of the ships all make sense to him, where his inner workings are often too chaotic for him to work through.

MORNING ROUTINE: After sleeping maybe three or four hours, Fein wakes up and meditates for a short period of time - his morning meditations range from 20minutes to a half hour, simply because he finds it hard to concentrate with people bustling around and the sun rising. Depending on his training schedule for the day, he’ll either set out to find Noa, or he’ll head straight to the ariship hangers to begin working on some project again.

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: He works late into the night, and then, usually long after the moons risen and the stars are deep and bright and the last night owl like him has tucked in for bed, he’ll find a spot in the temple above to sit under the stars and drop into a deep meditation. His nighttime meditations can be anywhere from an hour to two or three. Afterwards he will retire to his bed, waking up in a few hours to begin again.

DEADLY SIN: Wrath

ZODIAC: Capricorn

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral, wanting desperately to be Chaotic Good.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

CLASS & SPECIALIZATION: Dual Wield Reaver.

H I S T O R Y :

“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began. ”

“Mirial.”

It was snowing the morning they came to take him from his mother.

Fein can remember the way it caked on his mother’s eyelashes as she kissed him goodbye. He can remember tears heavy and raw in her throat as she begged them to let her son stay one more year (“he’s so young, too young please he doesn’t understand”). He can remember watching over the shoulder of the Teacher who carried him away, as her figure stood small and alone, wrapped in a blanket, in front of their little hut, watching him leave.

He doesn’t remember her name, or her face, or the name she gave him; but he can never forget the snow, and the tears, and the blanket. They haunt him now, as they did when he was young - specters of the last time he was loved, a remnant of a life seeped in nightmares.

“The Youth Academy.”

When he arrived at the temple, deep in the ice-covered mountains of the Mirialan Youth Academy, he cried for his mother throughout the night. “You will forget in time,” the teachers told him, soothing him through the deep gasping breaths, “In time this will be home.” But it never was. As his tearful nights stretched into tearful weeks, the Teachers grew impatient, “Your actions reflect on all of us,” they would hiss, pulling his head back by the hair to wipe the tears from his eyes with vicious hands, “What do you bring to our culture, to our people, with your tears and whining for a life that meant nothing?”

As they grew increasingly more frustrated, Fein grew afraid of their cruel worlds and harsh hands and, as any child does, learned to hide his tears and his nightmares. When he couldn’t hold them back he would run, hiding himself around corners and through doors, until he’d found a way to the very heights of the Academy.

But the soaring towers didn’t scare him, they exhilarated him. He’d found a place to love in this new world of anger and pain, and soon, he would find any excuse to escape to his refuge. When the deep hours of the night would fall, and the halls of the Academy would grow silent - alone, he would climb to the rafters and let himself feel, let himself cry. Alone he would sit, with none as his witness but the stars.

His nighttime wandering did not come without a price, of course, and it was in that first year that he earned his new name. Fein, the teachers called him after they caught him sleeping through the noon meditations for the third time, For the way you feign the rituals. They thought him lazy, thought him insincere, but the more he tried to explain that he preferred the light of the moon to the light of day for his meditations, the more they scoffed, and the more they punished.

Too young to know the differences, they said, Too young to choose. So, he stopped protesting, stop arguing, and Fein he became.

Angry and bitter, he learned to sleep only a few hours a night. Learned to regulate his breathing until the Night Ward finally drifted to sleep herself, and he could find himself once more at the roof of the Academy. He learned the stars by heart, mapping them in little doodles on his homework throughout the day, and dotting them in the sands of the practice yards with the staves he was supposed to be balancing. It was among those stars that he first saw the distant lights of the strangers’ ship – he watched it land in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had only just begun to edge the purples of the night light pink, and it was in those deepening shadows that Fein saw the Jedi emerge.

His mother had told him of the Jedi, of course. Every child on Mirial knew of the Force – their species was blessed with a deeper connection (more primitive the Masters would tell him later, but he far preferred the Mirialan view) than any other – and Fein had been creating stories in his head of these shining Knights for longer than he could speak.

Fein was the only child they took from the Academies that trip. The Teachers made sure of it. They shoved Fein into the Jedi’s lines - Different, they called him, Wrong. Surely one of yours.

The Jedi waved a tool in front of Fein’s face and nodded, before scooping him up. Ours, the Master murmured into Fein’s hair, and Fein let his hands scrunch just a little harder on his hard canvas traveling cloak.

Ours, the Master’s companion whispered, reaching out a hand to smooth his hair at the back of his neck, as he locked eyes with her’s and refused to blink.

Theirs, Fein let the word burn into his mind, etched in the only stars he’d ever known, as they carried him onto a ship.

“Coruscant.”

His life improved dramatically at the Jedi Temple.

His creche mother noticed his sleep patterns and let him nap during the day, sitting with him during the nights and teaching him how to regulate his breath and let his mind sink into meditative patterns. As he grew, she taught him to harness his anger at his treatment at the hands of the Teachers of Mirial, and reminded him that no matter how much he wanted to blame her, his mother had no choice but to let him leave her.

On Coruscant, Fein distinguished himself as a strong fighter – agile and intuitive, he excelled in the physical side of youngling training. His affinity for clambering up to heights that gave most pause gained him a reputation for recklessness that he hardly sought to dissuade.

His force abilities; however, failed to develop. Where the rest of his Youngling clan was learning to harness minor skills like levitation and control, Fein could barely make a pebble wobble in the dust. “A late bloomer,” his creche mother would soothe in her words made of syrup and honey, “Not all are Masters at first try.” But Fein was impatient, and tired of being the failure.

When his clan were given the title of padawan, Fein begged – pleaded – to be given the same. There must be someone, he argued, anyone who would take a Padawan like him. Finally, a knight stepped forward, took pity on his pleas, and as she reached out to smooth the hairs at the back of his neck in her cool touch he felt the words once more – ours.

Hers, He met her eyes, and knew she would never let him down.

Hers. She kept his hands steady when, months later, the force still would not come.

Hers. He fought back tears as she tied another braid into his hair, another year spent learning, watching, waiting, for the talent that would not come.

Hers. She never wavered, never questioned – always patient in her faith in his abilities.

Hers. Side by side they fought in Wars he did not understand.

Hers. Back to back they circled in the temple’s broken doors when the Order came down.

Hers. She shoved him back, against a drape, and caught the red red red against her own body, and in that moment the Force screamed from him in a vortex of roiling spider colonies, all consuming flames, and deep shadows of coursing blue lightening. The red faded away as the Troopers ran, and his Master’s blood fell heavy on his hands.

Hers. He carried her, blood on his hands, from the screaming burning temple.

Hers. She smoothed the hairs down, against the back of his neck, with cold trembling fingers.

Mine, she murmured, voice choking on blood and death, Run.

A padawan does as his master commands.

“Nowhere.”

He wasn’t on any lists. His name wasn’t shouted by the Stormtroopers as “Wanted.” He was a low ranked Padawan with no visible Force abilities - why would he be counted a threat Oh, they would kill him if they knew him, of that he had no doubt, but when Storm Troopers burst through the door of the bar on the backwater planet he had fled to, he couldn’t find a reason to run, couldn’t find a reason to fight.

“You look like one of them,” one rasped through the breather on his helmet.

“Looks more like no one,” his friend laughed, but they clapped him in shackles all the same.

For two weeks, deep in the bowels of a ship Fein never saw the name of, it was the same routine. His world shrank to three questions, and the same pain.

Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain.

Finally, they realized what all the rest had already known. Fein Komo was no one, knew nothing, and felt nothing.

Useless, broken, and mute; they cut the braids from his head and threw him to the only place on the closest planet that would pay money for him.

“The Fighting Pits.”

Fein himself would have bet on his death first round.

When they drug him to the center of the sand filled arena and his first opponent stood above him, lifting his hands to the cheers of the crowd, Fein assumed he was bound for death. As his opponent’s sword caught the noonday sun in a sharp glint, Fein closed his eyes and thought of a cool touch and soft words.

Hers.

And as soft eyes and blood pooling in the corner of her mouth, the Force ripped out of him once more. One moment his opponent stood in self assured victory, his sword plunging down to sever Fein’s head from his body – the next, the man cowered against the walls of the arena, screaming and begging Fein for mercy.

Kill, the crowd raged, quick to turn on the Champion they had bet blood money on.

Kill¸ the chant echoed in Fein’s ears as he pulled aching limbs from dust.

Kill, the roar deafened as Fein watched demons swirl and twirl and gnaw along the former Champion’s skin.

Kill, it reached a fever pitch as Fein took the sword from the man’s hand, and slid it down between his ribs in one smooth movement.

Kill.

It haunted his dreams, as he slipped from meditation to arena, and back again - once again his reality slipped into routine, and the months passed unnoticed.

By night he lost himself to memories of laughter from high walls and springing from roof top to roof top. Under the stars he let himself run, bare feet slapping against cool marble, through the halls of the temple, only to careen into the waiting arms of his creche mother. Within the cool touch of the moon’s light he lost himself to hours spent training side to side, back to back, with his Master.

By day he forgot all but the roar of the crowd. As his skin browned in the sun’s harsh rays, he took life after life, soaking the burning sands with the blood of men who deserved death no more and no less than he. By the light of the sun he hacked away limbs, severed heads from bodies, and ripped hearts from bloody chests.

He lost himself to the routine, and forgot there was ever a time when the Force didn’t rip through him, leaving the cold taste of vomit in his mouth, as it devoured his enemies. He forgot what is was to be anything but a machine – to be anything more or anything less than the Champion of the Pits, than the Nightmare that Walks.

When they arrived, and stood before his cell one late sunset, they spoke to him of rebellions. Hope, they told him, and he laughed. Broken, empty, and bitter, he asked them what they hoped for.

Peace, they answered, but they knew as little of peace as he did.

He followed, when they opened the door of his cell, but only because somewhere, a cool touch and a quiet claim urged him to run. He followed, and when they landed on Yavin IV, one of them turned, smiled, and said, Home.

Home, he let himself feel the word, as he surveyed the broken ruin of a temple. He had never had a home. Each time he’d allowed himself a moment of peace, a moment of quiet, nightmares had come to tear his home from him.

But now he was the Nightmare.

Now, he would fight for what little home there was.

#:biography #this is basically the same info as the one from the main just a few things added #it was also an excuse to play with photoshop for a little

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