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g3z0 · 3 months

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Rich stupid Highschool Kids P6

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

Summary: The Sturniolo‘s. Their kids are rich and spoiled, stupid brats. You hated them. But you hated Nicolas the most. The way he looks down on everybody and thinks he is better than everyone else just makes your blood boil. You’re a drug dealer - selling drugs to those rich dumb kids, trying to earn some money. Who would’ve thought this would be a love story?

Warnings: cursing, after effects of drugs, mentions of Drugs, drug abuse

-g3z0

I never felt more worse than now in my life.

I know that MDMA has some bad after effects but I didn’t think they would be that bad.

I didn’t even want to take it. Max just mixed it in my drink.

But that’s what he does - what everyone his kind does.

They can’t accept a no. They never heard it once in their life. And even if someone tells them no, they just take what they want because that’s how their life works.

That’s how it always works. Just because their daddy has money, they are above everyone else.

I sigh to myself as I try to focus on what the teacher is talking about.

It’s hard - I can’t even think straight.

I feel so depressed and unmotivated. I just want to rot in my fucking bed.

„Y/n“ I hear max whisper to me from the seat behind me.

I close my eyes for a second and clench my jaw.

I‘ve been ignoring him. He went too far. But of course I can’t fucking tell him that because he wouldn’t even understand.

He thinks he’s not to blame. Like always.

„Hey.“ he whispers again and I feel my chair being kicked.

I ball my hands into fists and stare right forward. Don’t react, just don’t fucking react.

„Y/n, hey!“ max whispers more loudly this time and the teachers head shoots up to us.

„If you want to distract the class you can do it outside, y/n.“ the teacher says as he stares at me.

I run my tongue over my teeth as I reach for my backpack, shaking my head.

I grab it and stand up, walking out of the class without saying a word.

I take a deep breathe, trying to calm down.

I walk outside of the school building, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

I take a long drag, leaning my back against the wall as I stare on the ground.

I hate everything.

I hear the door being pushed open „y/n.“ max says.

He can’t even give me one fucking minute.

I see his shoes in front of me but I don’t look up.

If I see his face right now I might loose it.

„What’s wrong with you?“ he says and I can feel his eyes burning a hole into my head.

I close my eyes and take another drag.

Calm down.

„Are you fucking deaf?“ he laughs. I grip the cigarette harder against my fingers.

I finally look up to meet his gaze. His smile fades as he sees my expression.

He sighs „y/n-" he starts while shaking his head.

„Don’t.“ I say through gritted teeth.

He licks his lips and stares at me for a second before he looks to the side. He takes a deep breathe and shrugs with his shoulders „look- I-"

He shakes his head and looks back at me „I just wanted to make you feel better.“ he mumbles.

He can’t be fucking serious.

„I mean it worked, didn’t it?“ he chuckles as he stares at me.

I clench my jaw and look back down on my shoes.

He doesn’t even know what he did wrong.

„Come on, don’t be like that.“ he continues as he lays a hand on my shoulder.

I slap his hand away and look back up at him. „leave it, max.“ I spat as I push myself off the wall.

I take a step closer to him, glaring down at him. „Okay? Fucking leave it. I’m done with this shit.“ I mumble as I walk past him.

„Y/n!“ he yells after me but I just shake my head, walking down the stairs from the school property.

„Come on, you just can’t stop selling!“

I take another drag from my cigarette.

„Im gonna snitch.“

I stop my movements, turning around to him. „What did you just say?“

He swallows and stares down at me as he stands on top of the steps.

He shake his head and sighs „y/n, I’m your friend. I’m just thinking about your well being.“

I let out a laugh, flicking my cigarette away and walking back up the steps.

He takes a step back as he stares at me „y/n-"

„My friend, huh?“ I say as I stand directly in front of him, staring down at him.

He sighs and looks to the side and I push his shoulders back, making him stumble, causing him to look back at me.

„You’re not my fucking friend, max.“ I spat shaking my head „you don’t care about me, you only care about your fucking reputation.“

He stares at me while he shake his head „that’s not true.“

I laugh into his face „you only hang out with me because you have a advantage of it. Because of my fucking drugs.“

He just continues to stare at me.

„Why would someone like you hang out with someone like me?“ I mumble as I lift my hand, running through my hair, causing him to flinch.

I stare at him in disbelief.

„You‘re scared..“ I whisper as I shake my head, taking a step back.

He rolls his eyes and sighs „y/n-"

„Go on, fucking snitch on me. I‘ve got nothing to loose.“ I laugh „But don't think I'm gonna continue to be your fucking running buddy“

I turn around again and walk down the stairs, taking a deep breathe.

Im so dumb for thinking he’s actually my friend.

He never was. People like him aren’t friends with people like me.

We don’t stand on the same page. He has his whole future planned out for him. He has a fucking chance in life.

I don’t. And I need to accept that.

I lay down in my bed, staring at the ceiling while taking a long drag from my joint.

My phone buzzes and I sigh, as it lights up my dark room.

I grab my phone, squeezing my eyes at the sudden brightness.

I lick my lips and answer the phone, pressing it against my ear.

„Y/n?“ nick says on the other line, wich gives my body goose bumps.

I sigh, closing my eyes „what do you want..“ I mumble as I rub my eye with my finger.

„You got any coke? Weed?“ he asks.

I smile to myself. Of course he’s only calling because of that reason.

„Im not selling anymore, bye.“ I say as I pull my phone back, wanting to hang up.

„No, wait!“ I hear him yell through the phone.

I roll my eyes and bring it back to my ear. „What?“

He’s silent for a few seconds and then he lets out a sigh „please y/n.. I know you have something I-" he stops when his voice breaks.

I stare at my ceiling with a frown.

„Please..“ he mumbles and his voice almost sounds desperate.

I sigh, running through my hair.

How I hate him.

„I have weed.“ I mumble, sitting up in my bed.

„Yeah?“ he asks.

I nod my head „yeah..“

„Okay, uhm.. where can we mee-"

„Im not going anywhere. You want it. You come here. And that’s the last fucking time.“ I say before taking another drag from my joint.

He sighs „okay.. yeah- yeah, I’m coming..“

„Alright.“ I say.

„Y/n?“

„What?“

He’s doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

„Where do you live again?“

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you

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harrison-abbott · 3 months

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No I wasn’t out on the 3rd of June.

I was at home reading a book.

Well … I don’t think I remember which book it was because it was such a long time ago. But it might have been ‘Girlfriend in a Coma’ by Douglas Coupland because that was one of the books I read in June.

Yeah, I read a lot.

What does that have to do with anything? Yeah, I read fiction a lot.

I’m not being rude. I just don’t see what that has to do with anything. I don’t even know why I am here.

Okay …

Okay, sorry sir. I’m just worried as all.

Because I do not really understand why I’m in this room and I have problems with claustrophobia and I’m getting nervous.

Right.

Right, I understand. I’ll just answer the questions then.

Yes. I work at the Portobello Bar.

I’m part time there.

Not full time because, umm. I don’t know. I don’t need the money that bad.

I just don’t.

No, I wasn’t working on the 3rd of June.

Yeah, the 4th.

I first heard about it on that shift. That she was in hospital.

Nobody spoke to me directly about it. I heard it from the other colleagues.

Nah, I’m not particularly friendly with them.

No reason, I just don’t know them that well.

It’s not that there’s any beef. I haven’t worked there that long. Only, well, three months or so.

Yeah. Well, no. I didn’t know her that well either.

Yes. I thought she was pretty.

That’s a weird question …

Well how can I know if I had feelings for her when I didn’t really know her.

Everybody thought she was pretty. It’s just what good looking people do, they get … umm, looked at.

Who told you that?

Well. Yes, I did do that.

Yes. I asked her out.

That would’ve been. Oh, three weeks into the job. Or so.

She just responded to the message that she already had a boyfriend so I didn’t try anything further.

I didn’t mean ‘try anything’, I mean I was a bit embarrassed. I’m not the only boy who has done that with a nice looking girl. Jesus. I thought that she liked me as well.

Well because she spoke back to me a bit.

Honestly. I sent her a message asking her if she wanted to come see a movie with me and she said that was a lovely idea but that she had a boyfriend so she couldn’t really do it.

No, I never sent her any other messages.

I can just show you the messages right now on my phone if you like? I have my phone right here.

I’m perfectly willing to show you them.

Okay.

I wasn’t anything around her after that. I felt stupid, was all.

Yeah. I looked for another job after that. I was already scouting for other jobs anyway.

Because it was a crummy job. You must’ve had shit jobs before you became cops, right? You remember what it was like. Haha.

I was just the kitchen porter.

Yeah a few of the lads in the kitchen said that they liked her physically as well.

Well they mentioned that she was ‘hot’ and so on so forth.

But they didn’t say anything leery. They’re all right people.

I wasn’t friends with them but only because I didn’t know them, as I said, but they seemed like okay people is all.

I don’t want to snitch them out.

I’m not ‘using a phrase’. Only I don’t want to put the blame on anybody at the workplace.

Okay, well, Connor said he thought she was cute. And David did as well. But what does it matter anyway? I shouldn’t have brought it up. Okay! The girl is nice on the eyes. You chaps are both male as well and probably think the same thing.

I’m not trying to be cheeky.

After the 4th of June I just went home.

Probably did a bit of reading and went to sleep.

Yeah, I drink now and then.

Just as much as anybody does.

I don’t remember if I drank on the 3rd or 4th. Maybe.

Yeah, my parents can vouch for me that I was there.

Yes I live with the parents. That must make me a loser, right? I had nothing to do with that Jessica girl beyond what I’ve already told you. And, here, I may as well just show you the messages, like I mentioned. Here, on my phone. Just read them. … They’re pretty cringeworthy, right? I didn’t know who she hung out with or what she was like. I just asked her a handful of times if she liked books and then we got talking about literature a bit. She was smart and I thought maybe she thought I was handsome as well and so I asked her out on a date. That’s it. There’s no story other than that.

I can show you the dates I worked as well, yeah, because I have the rota on my phone.

That confirms everything I’ve said.

I just felt shocked when I found out she was in the hospital.

Emm. I think I mentioned it to one of my mates but that was about it.

Have you got any idea who could have done it?

It’s not my intention to be pushy whatsoever. You called me in here to answer questions. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked one myself, sorry.

Okay.

Nope, no intentions to leave town. And yep I’ll probably be still working at the Portobello Bar if you need me further.

Right, Gents. Officers. Thanks for your time. Good bye for now.

#writeblr #creative writing #prose #writers on tumblr #stories #short fiction #tumblr writers #fiction #short story #spilled words #spilled ink #fables

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passionesolja · 1 year

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Defending Enrico Pucci’s future actions

Major spoilers below, but I gotta defend him rq

Let’s get it clear, what happened to Wes and Perla wasn’t Pucci’s intentions. He was a kid—just a tad bit older than Giorno—faced with the realization that his twin brother was not alive, but dating their sister without knowing.

This is a huge shock. Not only that, he’s under obligation to not snitch out the mother and break that trust.

Like dude is from a seemingly small area, imagine the scandal of the rich family priest boy just snitching on a lady who kidnapped his brother, raised him as her own, and that twin brother is dating their sister.

That’s such a huge and overwhelming scandal.

Then, imagine if Perla and Wes had a baby together because they didn’t know. That ruin everybody’s life, and then some.

There was literally no good outcome for this poor young man he had no good choices, outside of hiring the PI. He didn’t know that PI was apart of a racist organization. He didn’t know that shit would lead to Perla and Wes’ death.

Like this fr a sad situation because if he had done nothing, the results would’ve been even more scarring because imagine what Perla and Wes and the rest of their family’s would’ve had to live with? Dawg, if they had a kid together imagine the issues that kid would’ve had?

I gotta defend Pucci because his hands were so tied here like there was no non-damaging option outside of tryna get them to split up on some underhanded shit and that blew up in his face and everybody else’s.

Poor kid bro I know that took a toll on him, mix that with losing Dio—his bestie— and you got more issues.

#enrico pucci #father pucci #perla pucci #wes bluemarine #weather report #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo part 6 #jjba part 6 #stone ocean #stone ocean spoilers #jojo stone ocean

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the-everlasting-downpour · 1 year

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Misc. posts from the old blog.

Feb. 21st.

(responding to one of my messages) Only the last one is normal. Others are… meh.

care to suggest?

Let make Square a “soldier of free will” Like, he goes to serve on positivity and romance And then just gets curbstomped by the sheer reality.

Cudda could be more influential. So that he would lead others. But then sucked on hard one And dissapointed everyone. (He also can be finished by the news about others’ failures.)

And Blixter… “Hostage of the circumstances” sounds plain. We need a predestination for that kind of suffering.

square’s literally been forced to play with the devil. he understands that by his experience. he has no free will and is sent to do as required from him, otherwise it will end poorly.

cudda from the beginnings is a brain behind the operation. even before the events became apparent, he made some staggering progress.

and blixter ended up in this mess while coming out from a rich family. behind him is his bodyguard. he is a hostage of circumstances, as he acknowledges, that the bodyguard isn’t always able to save him.

…Yeah. Right. Gotcha. A bias toward ordinariness.

that’s canon. what can i do? i myself have destined to make a continuation while remaining maximally canon. in this set i can’t go any other way. and even if i could, i wouldn’t, as i know the canon. c'est la vie.

Feb. 24th.

idk how, but it got harder to write not, like, harder to write things down, but harder to create some good scenery for example, chapter 3 i made it? i did is it good? it is but it’s like some art house films with a 2 mil. budget - it could’ve been done better i’ll spend some more time creating chapters 4 & 5. maybe 2-3 weeks or so i’ll also look if i can make progress on other shit or not

A, So you are, like, tired of the project But not, like, entirely

yeah like, i have motivation

And then you’ll burn out

nah, i don’t bind to anything that much it’s like sex - you always need a condom

Mar. 5th.

i’ll not lie to you, but i feel bad about Alex and Reekis more than M.

I feel bad for how Reekis turned out and also Alex too, you were right, this chapter was suffering

fyi, Alex actually loved M., secretly. she hoped, that the relationship between M. and Penti will not stay for long and she could snitch him out of anybodys’ grasp. and M. liked her, too. and Reekis… do you think he wanted this? he was 19 in the day when he was arrested. he was naive and easy to manipulate. and so he was used to burn the church. i lied, that everybody got arrested. everybody ran, and Reekis got the blame. but even when he knew he will suffer himself, he couldn’t stop his pride.

I did sense something between Alex and M but rn my focus is on Reekis because he was like, one of my favorites and to see him in this state was sad (with the context of young and naive) He got on the bad lane of things, poor dude.

and also Eugene. not only he was the soul of the company - he was the one who gave both Reekis and M. an opportunity to make their plan work. my friend, with which i talk a lot about this project, said, that i should’ve removed him entirely, as he was nonimportant to the story. at some degree he was right. hence, Eugene got a simple death of being a victim of a mall shooting.

The moment I read Eugene died I was like “how is M. Gonna recover from this” He didn’t

if the gaps between deaths would’ve been more, and if he himself didn’t get beaten from those mysterious people, he could’ve recover. even for a man of reason and intelligence this totality can be fatal. and that has happened.

It was the snowball rolling down the snow covered hill effect

an avalanche, so to speak.

Mar. 5th.

how do you think, does the concept “the more simple the description - the sadder the reader” work with death of an character?

I don’t think so You can make an intense situation first, Only for it to end in nothingness. A simple description of death makes it dry, boring and somewhat usual

ok, i have Eugene’s death. i want to make it simple against the background of John’s death, for which i wrote the final scene of his funeral in chapter six and the opening scene in chapter seven, where M. deals with what the deceased John handed him in a beautiful box. and i decided, by design, to make Eugene a victim of mass-shooting in the shopping mall. the intensity is already there - M. is already suffering after John’s death. and there’s another portion of it added via Eugene’s death.

So, Eugene leaves the land after John, if i understand it correctly?

yea. a lot of time has passed after John’s death and after his funeral

Uh-huh… And you want to make the second death less significant But it has to hit M. hard

no. it adds additional dread to the feelings after John’s passing.

like, John was with him in the army, and his father tells M. about John’s problems and that M. was his only friend.

see: John (significant) Eugene (additional) Reekis (additional (Reekis does not die, but goes to jail because he burned down the church) M.’s group (significant) The attempt on M.’s life (very significant)

In fact, we can do without Eugene He doesn’t mean much at all

too late - i wrote the scene down.

Then why remove him at all?

it’s an additional scene.

and otherwise the collage would be unfinished.

Getting those symbols, eh?

this is one of the reasons. even if on the surface Eugene means little, it does not mean that he is not needed at all.

For me It doesn’t make sense M. is already in a tilt because of John So why does he have to be in a tilt because of Eugene? He’s practically a nobody

#The World of TED

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brownsugarbydangelo · 3 years

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The beautiful Meghan Markle appreciation post!💖

#she is so strong #so beautiful #meghan markle #I would’ve snitched on everybody #beautiful strong black woman

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her.

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes.

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks.

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?��

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father.

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day.

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them.

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?”

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile.

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up.

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features.

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws.

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand.

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously.

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.”

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly.

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table.

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously.

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips.

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind.

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time.

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention.

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?”

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd.

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible.

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you’d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.”

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged.

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him.

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile.

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five.

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper.

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could.

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed.

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject.

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?”

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!”

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions.

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside.

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.”

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him.

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it.

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch.

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed.

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!”

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted.

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders.

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year.

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network.

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!”

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch.

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers.

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help.

“What happened, Sirius?”

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired.

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered.

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing.

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her.

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.”

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess.

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!”

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him.

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted.

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.”

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied.

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope.

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her.

“Y/n.”

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair.

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.”

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year.

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end.

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ifimhonestidk · 2 years

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Why ~ Jegulus

James knows a lot of things. I mean he goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so he must. However, James doesn’t know why Regulus Black hates him. He doesn’t think he’s ever wronged the man, James would remember such things. He’s like that. He remembers everything he’s ever done wrong. James is much like an elephant in that way. But, he can’t think of anything he’s done, accident or not, to make Regulus hate him so much. He doesn’t like when people hate him for no apparent reason. He wants to seem like a good person to everybody, not just some. James should be studying but instead, he’s thinking about how much Regulus hates him. Remus flicks his forehead and James winces at the sensation.

“What are you doing?” Remus’ eyes flash from James to his unopened books. James glances down at said books.

“Reading?” Remus rolls his eyes.

“You can leave if your not gonna finish anything, but I will track you down and make you finish your work eventually.” James stands up and quickly gathers his stuff.

“Thank you so much, Moony,” James hesitates before kissing Remus on his forehead. Remus promptly swats his face away, but he has a smile on his face nonetheless.

“Tell the other idiots that they have to finish their homework for tomorrow,” Remus yells to James. James yells “Goodbye,” in response Remus shakes his head with a smile on his face before he gets back to his work. James enters the boys’ dormitory loudly as he always does.

“G’day lads.”

“No, it’s not, Moony’s gonna chew my ear off if I don’t finish my homework,” Peter whines as Sirius throws hats at him, hoping one of them will stay on his head.��

“And this wanker won’t stop bothering me because he thinks Moony won’t beat his arse if he doesn’t finish his homework.” Sirius laughs as he puts on a sombrero and dances his way over to James. Frank transfigures one of his pillows into two maracas from over on his bed and starts singing as Sirius continues to dance. James laughs and puts his books in his trunk. Kingsley shakes his head and throws a pencil at Frank to get him to shut up. Frank throws one of the maracas at Kingsley but stops singing anyway.

“Anyone wanna come to the quidditch pitch with me?”

“You don’t even need to ask Prongs,” Sirius spoke as he threw on one of Remus’ jumpers.

“See, I would, but the problem is,” Frank started stopping short.

“I don’t want to,” Frank walked over to James, patting him on the shoulder before exiting the room. James just laughs. Sirius and he make their way onto the field. They mount their brooms and take to the sky. It wasn’t till James was almost sent to the ground that they realized they weren’t alone.

“Blimey Potter, watch where your fucking flying.” James is taken aback by the boy’s sweaty figure and long, curly hair. His hand seems to be holding onto something, probably a snitch, Regulus is a seeker after all.

“Fucking hell, James. Mate, are you alright?” Sirius rushes to his best mate’s side. He seems to be unfazed by his brother’s presence. It’s possible he hadn’t even noticed him.

Regulus’ heart sinks. He’s selfish for wanting Sirius’ attention when he had just hit Potter, but he’s always craved Sirius’ attention. All he’s ever wanted is for Sirius to care about him, but he doesn’t even spare Regulus a look in his direction because of Potter. Before Potter, Regulus was happy. He was loved by his brother. But now. Now he’s been replaced by Potter. The worst part is he can’t even blame Sirius. Potter has to be the nicest person Regulus has ever met. Regulus, himself, is the opposite. It makes sense why Sirius would want to be around the ever peppy James Potter, but Regulus is his blood. His brother. He had hoped that would’ve counted for more but I guess not. Regulus flies to the ground and then heads to the locker rooms. He feels and looks like shit. He washes the dirt off his body and sulks. He can’t rid his thoughts of James Potter. He hates him for taking his brother away, the only source of happiness Regulus has ever had. Does he know what it’s like in that house? His brother hates him, his parents hate him. Potter took away the only love he’s ever felt in a matter of weeks. Regulus punches the wall, imagining Potter’s face in that spot. He cries out in agony. He washes off his bleeding knuckles and bandages them. He packs his bag and leaves the locker room. He catches a glimpse of them, Sirius and Potter, playing in the sky. Their laughing and joking and Regulus can’t help but feel anything other than hatred for James Potter, the person who stole his brother.

James has been tossing and turning in his bed since he’d laid in it. He’s about had it with Regulus Black. Regulus had hit him on the quidditch pitch and James still couldn’t find himself to dislike the youngest Black. That’s all he had been thinking about all night, Regulus. He had taken James’ breath away on the quidditch pitch, both figuratively and not. James’ stomach grumbled. He was alarmed by the sound. Peter and Sirius are both rather light sleepers, though Peter more than Sirius. Sirius had gotten to sleeping better ever since he started sleeping in Remus’ bed. James carefully pulled the invisibility cloak from the edge of his bed and got up. James, being the idiot he is, got off on the side of his bed with the creaky floorboard. He cringed at the sound and then again at Peter’s sleepy voice.

“James?” James slowly turned his head and spoke.

“Hiya Pete.” Peter rubbed his eyes with his fists and spoke.

“What are you doing up?”

“Just got a bit hunger.” Peter nodded and went back to laying down.

“Don’t wake me on the way back in here,” Peter warned as he fell back asleep. James nodded and tiptoed out of their dorm. He put on his invisibility cloak and walked all the way to the Kitchens. He entered the portrait but stopped short, noticing another person in the room.

“I bumped into him again today,” Regulus says to some house-elf, before taking a sip from his cup.

”Like literally, I bumped into him while playing quidditch.”

James stopped short.

Regulus couldn’t have bumped into many other people while playing quidditch today, right? That’s not a coincidence, right?

James is quick to duck behind a counter when he hears someone approach him. By some miracle, he’s not caught but he continues to hide behind the counter.

”Everything about him bothers me.”

“Why is that Mr. Regulus?” one of the house-elves ask him. Regulus sighs before answering him.

“You don’t have to use Mr. in front of my name, Skiff.”

“Well, what should Skiff use instead, Miss?” Regulus waves the elf off.

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t like the formality of it all.”

“Skiff doesn’t understand.” Regulus sighs and puts his hand on the elf’s shoulder.

“That’s okay, Skiff.” James furrows his eyebrows at how the two interact. James never knew this side of Regulus existed, though, with the way Regulus talks about him, I guess he doesn’t know much about the Slytherin at all. James, being the idiot he is (this already being assured once tonight), conveniently knocks over a bowl on the counter above him. It should’ve just hit him, probably not making any noise, but once James had seen the bowl start to lose its balance, he reached out to get it and was unsuccessful. Resulting in the bowl making a rather alarming noise and Regulus and all the surrounding house-elves being alerted of James’ presence. Regulus gets up from his spot, wand in hand, and walks slowly over to James. Everything had happened so quickly James didn’t know what to do but stay there and face his fate.

“Potter?!” Regulus screeches in disbelief. James slowly gets up with his hands held up high, as if he’s just been caught. Well, to be fair, he has just been caught.

“I have half the mind to hex you right now,” Regulus says, no longer surprised but rather outraged. James gulps.

“Please don’t.”

“What are you even doing here? Are you spying on me?”

“What- no- of course not,” James sputters out. Regulus raises his eyebrow.

“Really cause that’s not what it looked like.”

“Okay, well, to be fair, I hadn’t come down here with the intent to spy on you.”

“What? So you just happen to be hiding behind a counter listening to me talk? Sounds like something Sirius would do. Did Sirius put up to this? I’m surprised he’d even give me a second thought.”

“I’m not down here because of Sirius. Plus, he’s not what you think he is.”

“Oh really. And how would you know that.”

“He’s my best friend. He’s like a brother to me.” The air was already tense, but now they might as well have changed states of matter.

“He’s not your brother,” Regulus states through his teeth.

He’s fighting for his life not to cry, he always has been. Regulus is said to be too in touch with his emotions, but I think Sirius was just being nice to him. Regulus is a crybaby and he knows it. He’s tried so hard to bury his emotions so far down that maybe they wouldn’t be intact anymore, but no. He’s spent five years trying to hide his emotions as best as he can after he was punished for crying too much. “You need to toughen up. Become more of a man.” were his father’s exact words. Those words ring through his head as he tries to stop his eyes from leaking in front of fucking James Potter, the only person he hates more in the world than probably himself. It doesn’t help that James seems to notice the effect his words had on Regulus and tried to comfort him.

“Shit. Regulus I’m sorry.” Regulus lets a tear fall as he is reminded that his brother had already replaced him once Sirius stepped on the Hogwarts Express. Or maybe it was the first steps into Hogwarts or maybe the boats or his Gryffindor dorm or maybe, maybe Regulus was never truly his brother in Sirius’ heart. To be honest, he probably loved Andromeda as a brother more than Regulus.

“Don’t call me Regulus.” Regulus just lets the tear roll down his face and hit the floor. James has never felt more responsible for hurting someone in his life, so he scoops Regulus up in a hug and rubs his back. He tries to soothe the now aggressively sobbing boy but does such with no luck. Regulus tries to pull away from James, but he knows. James has comforted enough people to know that Regulus needs to be embraced.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sorry Regulus.” Regulus lets out another heart throbbing sob.

“Don’t fucking call me that. I hate you. I’ve hated you since Sirius left for school. Since Sirius’ letters stopped coming in November. I hate you because I know the exact day they stopped coming and why? Because of you, that’s fucking why. I’ve hated you since you made Sirius stop loving me. Since the summer of first year, when Sirius spent all his time at your house. Since Sirius ignored me for my first year. Do you know how scared I was? How scary it was being all alone at this school because my brother hated me? Because of his little friends that were everything I wasn’t. That made him realize I wasn’t good enough. I fucking hate you James Potter for making him realize I wasn’t good enough. I was never good enough, was I? But you made him realize that I was everything short of perfect. That I was nothing like you. Like his real brother. I mean you might as well be right. So get the fuck away from me Potter.”

James almost starts to cry with Regulus. He never knew how much pain he had caused him. The reason James couldn’t recall the moment he had wronged Regulus into hating him is because it wasn’t just one moment. Regulus hiccups and sinks down to the floor, bringing James with him.

“I hate you,” Regulus mutters sleepily. His eyes flutter shut as he falls asleep on James. James kisses his forehead. He assumes one of the house-elves had made a blanket for Regulus. James knows he should probably take Regulus back to his dorm and retreat to his but he can’t find it in himself to move the sleeping boy. He’s already put him through so much. James knows he won’t be able to ease all of the boy’s pain but he’s going to try.

He will do whatever it takes to make it up to Regulus Black. And swears to never let anyone hurt him as much as James has.

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danishmiilk · 3 years

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dedication - na jaemin

genre || crack, fluff

pairing || na jaemin x reader; mentioned one-sided markhyuck

fic type || drabble; short fic?

word count || 1.4k

au || hogwarts!au, best friends to lovers!au

summary || na jaemin dedicated his quidditch win to you for no obvious reason. at least, not until he asks you “do you trust me?” and well, do you?

note || when did writing 1.4k become a normal thing for me? i remember the early days of this blog *sob* 1k was so hard to churn out istg- but anyway its not even a fic it’s a drabble just imagine!! oh and im super sorry for the very very rushed plot and everything that doesn’t make sense i’m high. this was supposed to be a timestamp but it spiralled out of hand so ok

“aaaaand what’s that? slytherin seeker na jaemin’s pulling his firebolt down into a nosedive - could he have seen the snitch?” the boy beside you hollered into the megaphone. you slammed your gloveless hands onto the cold metal railing and leaned out of your seat to look at one of your best friends barrelling toward the ground like he was suicidal. you trusted him and knew he was a good enough flier not to crash, of course, but it still worried you to see seeker!jaemin in a vertical dive down to the ground. “ugh, no, he hasn’t gotten it. HEY, NA JAEMIN, YOU SUCK!” professor mcgonagall turned and shouted in hyuck’s ear, “LEE DONGHYUCK, YOU BEHAVE, OR I’LL GET MISS L/N TO REPLACE YOU!” “sorry, professor, just some kindhearted encouragement, you know, but sure! y/n can replace me!” your best friend grinned impishly and held the megaphone out to you, offering you the chance to commentate. you shook your head firmly. the one and only reason you were sitting in the commentator’s box with hyuck was because it could only fit two people and professor mcgonagall wasn’t about to sit there and control the scoreboard next to her least favourite student of all time. it could also be partly to prevent hyuck from cheating, you supposed, though you had no idea how anyone expected you to be the one stopping him. if anything, you’d have come up with the idea.

donghyuck had resumed commentating at the side, making snide comments every now and then. it was thirty minutes into the slytherin versus gryffindor game, and it showed no signs of stopping yet. the seekers were still circling above the pitch, gryffindor’s seeker zhong chenle (another one of your friends) trying his best to climb onto jaemin’s broom. you were pretty sure that was dangerous and against the rules, but whatever. “and slytherin chaser kim doyoung passes the quaffle to, well, another gryffindor, i mean slytherin chaser- what was his name? nokomota yuto? right, nakamoto yuta, sorry hyung- and yuta SHOOTS!”

your head snapped back toward the game, squinting at the gryffindor goalpost. “oh, he misses, wait no he doesn’t miss! keeper mark lee saved it, excellent save there mork! you know, mark is such an awesome person, if only he’d go out with me, i’ve been pining after him for the past three years but he still won’t say yes. ah well, he’s in denial, one day he’ll realise how much he loves m-” “HYUCK,” you screamed, shaking his arm madly, “LOOK AT JAEMIN. STOP GIVING US DETAILS OF YOUR LOVE LIFE AND FOCUS ON THE GAME.” professor mcgonagall had given up on him long ago, but you were, of course, compelled to at least get him to stop waxing lyrical about mark lee.

“huh? oh yeah- uhm- slytherin must win! ah yes jaemin’s diving again but honestly who cares he’s coming up without the snitch again, stop giving me false hope na jaemin. yes, anyway, what was i saying? right, the tea. so siStErS if you would look in the corner there gryffindor beater lee taeyong’s… beating the bludgers away from slytherin chaser kim doyoung? what is this i see, people! i am scandalized! doyoung, i see you blushing! yes, i can see you blushing because i charmed my glasses! you are fraternizing with the enemy! have babies later! play the game nOOOOOOOW! oh but he’s the one giving you protection. okay. EVERYBODY LET’S CHEER ON THEIR BLOSSOMING LOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER! SAY WOOOOOOOOO.” screams from the crowd. the hufflepuffs and ravenclaws had all come to watch the quidditch match - something only half of them would’ve turned up for if not for the commentary. which brings you to another point. it’s clear to everyone, you’d think, that lee donghyuck is the person most unsuited to be the commentator, like, ever. he doesn’t focus on the quidditch match at all, instead choosing to provide a detailed oral report on the latest gossip around campus. professor mcgonagall had tried to take him off the role before, of course, but she had no choice but to put him back on after 90% of the school signed a petition for “best commentator lee donghyuck” to return to the pitch. hyuck’s the dispatch of hogwarts, and he’s annoying, but he’s also funny, friendly, and sure as hell caught up on the latest tea. what’s not to like?

“right, so then i walked in to the girls’ bathroom, on accident i swear i’m not a pervert, and i saw irene and seulgi kissing in the corner and i was like what?? did not expect that. but i’d always kinda expected it because i can see couples in the future you know you can call me up anytime to predict your chances with your crush slight self promo but my rates are cheap af. where are seulrene? oh, there? i see your friends waving, congratulations guys, and oh wait jaemin has the snitch i think he’s holding something in his hand. oh. okay. 450-380 to slytherin, and slytherin win! tune in next quidditch match for another episode of Haechan’s Finest Tea Brewery!”

jaemin flew toward the commentator’s box, gesturing wildly with his hands. you stared at him, not comprehending, while hyuck chose to shout “HUH?? HUH??” repeatedly into the megaphone. jaemin rolled his eyes in annoyance that you could feel from a long distance away, pointed his wand at his throat and murmured sonorous.

“i’d like to dedicate this win to y/n l/n over here. speaking of which, she’s my motivation to win for every match,” jaemin went on with a shy smile. you felt your eyes widen and your earlier excitement for slytherin winning slipping off your face. what was he talking about? “i understand if you see me as just a friend, but i still think i’ve got to show the whole school i love you.” jaemin flew closer to the box, hovering at the side of it. “do you want to be my girlfriend? do you trust me? if the answer is yes, mount this broom with me.”

hyuck had apparently also been startled into silence, not having made any snarky remarks about the scene very obviously plagiarised from aladdin. you gasped softly, getting up to move closer to the railing, your body deciding for you instead of your mind. jaemin’s smile widened, “do you trust me?”

did you love na jaemin? up until ten minutes ago, you were sure you didn’t. he hadn’t even been a candidate for being your love interest romantically. you were taken aback by the confession, but you weren’t upset by it either. you felt slightly fuzzy inside, like you were a stuffed teddy bear, and even on a winter day as cold as it was, you felt warmth spread throughout your entire body. what did hyuck always say about love? he said that love means you’d do the best you could to make them happy. that love’s about giving, not about receiving. that you’d always put them before yourself, and you’d pay extra attention to them, always. and that you’d be ready to carry them off on a bed of roses and bear their children, but then again, you supposed that was just one of hyuck’s strange fantasies about mark. reflecting on all the years you’d been friends, you’d always been staring at jaemin to see if he laughed at a joke before you did too. you rushed to the hospital wing at 3am, not caring about the three months’ worth of detention you could potentially (and later did) get, only wanting to check on him and see that his injured leg was alright. you’d done everything reasonable (like let him copy your homework) and everything unreasonable (like stealing telescopes from the astronomy tower with hyuck to feed the giant squid) just to see a smile on his face. and that smile could warm the harshest winters.

maybe you were in love with na jaemin.

you walked up closer, and put your hand into his waiting one. the school, who’d been waiting with bated breath, exploded into cheers, but you heard none of it. there was only you and him. and the 30km drop to the ground.

jaemin’s grin looked like it was about to split his face into half. he pressed your cold hand to his lips, pretending to be a gentleman. pulling you onto his broom in front of him, he put his arms on both sides of you. un-amplifying his voice, he leaned forward, pressing himself into your back. “are you ready?” you nodded, fingers clutching tight onto the wood.

“i can show you the world.”

©danishmiilk, 2020.

#na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #na jaemin x reader scenarios #hogwarts!au #slytherin!jaemin #ft hyuck #side markhyuck #this was fun!!

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bakamoonshine · 3 years

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Jersey of Champions

Summary: George lets you wear his quidditch jersey after they win a match.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little bit of swearing, hinting at smut, other than that just fluff.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic, so don’t come for me too hard. Also tell me things I can improve and leave me requests and I will try and write some more!

You were sitting in the stands watching the Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch teams glide around the pitch, waiting for the action to begin. The game had barely even begun yet and Lee was already in good form, finding it hard not to take sides as the ‘impartial’ commentator. Professor McGonagall was hot on his heels after each comment, causing Lee to cover his tracks after saying even the slightest remark against Slytherin.

“Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Spinnet – passes Bell – hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose, good shot George – only joking, Professor – Slytherins score – oh no…” You wrinkled your nose in delight as you watched Flint’s nose spurt blood after George Weasley, one half of the Gryffindor team’s beaters, sent the Bludger directly at him. Normally you wouldn’t have found yourself so delighted at another person’s pain, but George was your boyfriend and you supported him no matter what – and the Slytherin captain had always been rude to you anyways. As George sped past you on his broom, he blew you a cheeky kiss and winked, leaving a trail of sighs behind him as all of the other girls near you imagined it was them who he had blown the kiss towards. You knew that George was a hot commodity at Hogwarts, and you gave a little smirk knowing that you were the one he had chosen out of everyone else at the school. Fred, George’s twin brother and the other half of the Gryffindor beaters, had just sailed past, picking up the hearts that George had dropped as he made his love for you known. Fred looked at each and every girl in the stands as he passed by, somehow managing to give each of them a special greeting as he flew past. How that boy could focus on anything when he was so busy flirting, you’d never know.

Shaking your head slightly, you turned your attention back to the game. Adrian Pucey had the Quaffle, accelerating towards the goal posts where Oliver Wood stood guard. You willed one of the twins to shoot a Bludger his way, but your silent prayer was answered in a different way. Alicia Spinnet appeared seemingly out of nowhere and body checked Pucey, making him lose balance and drop the Quaffle. Alicia quickly grabbed the Quaffle before it fell too far and made a mad dash towards the Slytherin goal posts. She expertly dodged around every obstacle in her way – a Bludger, Pucey back for another go, and straight over Miles Bletchley’s outstretched arms and through the goal posts. I screamed my head off, absolutely thrilled that Gryffindor were leading 70 to 30. Things were looking good, and just like that Harry Potter had spotted the snitch, making a nosedive straight for the ground. He pulled his broom up at the last minute and managed to reach out his arm just enough to grab one of the wings of the snitch. That was enough for the snitch to freeze and droop, knowing it had finished its job for the day.

Lee screamed “GRYFFINDOR WINS WITH A FINAL SCORE OF 220 TO 30. TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING-“

“Jordan, if you can’t commentate in an unbiased way-!”

“I’m telling it like it is, Professor!” Lee seemed completely unabashed at Professor McGonagall’s scolding and his own outburst. If anything, he looked proud of himself. But Lee’s look of pride was nothing compared to George’s as he flew towards you. He did this every time they won a game – immediately after the game finished, he would fly straight to you and kiss you. As he grew closer, your stomach started to flutter; even after dating George for almost two years, he still made you nervous. He reached out a gloved hand as he slowed down and grabbed your face, almost pulling you out of the stands in his attempt to get closer to you. He ran his thumb across your lips and licked his bottom lip before capturing you in a kiss. You lost your balance and George heard a squeal followed by a quick “Thank Merlin” when you landed directly onto his broom. He smirked and pulled you even closer, still kissing you. At this point, both of his hands were distracted by you, and his broom was starting to drift lazily around as he ran his fingers through your hair and caressed the side of your face.

“George-!” you said attempting to get him to focus back on the broom you were both sitting on. He smirked and kissed you again before letting you shuffle up to his chest and tuck your head beneath his so he could gain control of the broom again. He slowly flew around the quidditch pitch, making lazy spirals to get you closer to the ground.

“Y/N,” George said, slowing down even more so you wouldn’t get to the ground too soon. “Can you do something for me, love?” Your heart sped up at the nickname; he knew how much you loved it. You looked over your shoulder at him and nodded, your eyes wide with curiosity. “Wear my jersey to the party tonight?” He bit his bottom lip nervously, clearly worried you wouldn’t say yes. His expression changed almost immediately though when he noticed your eyes light up.

“Georgie of course I will!” you say, voice barely coming out a whisper as you’d been screaming so much during the match. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and bury your head in his chest. You hear him chuckle and he rubs your back, clearly pleased with your answer. He finally drops the broom all the way to the ground, grabs your hand, and leads you towards the changing rooms. He knows he took long enough on the descent that everybody else will be gone by now and up in the common room for the party. Once inside the changing rooms, he strips off his jersey and uses a quick charm on it to freshen it up for you – you hadn’t even thought about the sweat. You were so proud of him; you would’ve worn the jersey even with the sweat stains. You grabbed the jersey from his hands eagerly and stripped off your coat, replacing it with the jersey that was much too big on you.

You looked up at George and his cheeks reddened. “What Georgie? Does it not look good?” you croaked out, your eyes looked up at him in slight panic. He shook his head.

“Love, I’ve never seen anything so hot, cute, and adorable all at the same time. I could fuck you right here and now just in that jersey.” Now it was your turn to blush. He looks at you with a smirk and starts getting dressed, not bothering to shower. “Now how about we sneak into the kitchens and get you a cup of tea with honey for that throat?” You smiled at him and nod as he threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed the tip of your nose.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #hp fanfic #hp fandom #gred-and-fe0rge

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g3z0 · 3 months

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Rich stupid Highschool Kids P4

P1 P2 P3 P5 P6

Warnings: smoking, cursing, mention of drugs

-g3z0

Im not actually scared that some stupid ass kids will snitch on me.

I know Max got my back and he would take care of it.

But when I’m standing infront of my plug, guns on the table, drugs laying in every corner I fucking look at and four Intimidating eyes staring at me - then I’m fucking scared.

„The usual ,kiddo?“ butcher asks as he takes a drag from his cigarette, raising his eyebrows at me while he does.

I shake my head a little and grab into my jacket pocket, pulling out a note, max gave me, with new stuff he wants.

I reach my hand out to butcher, the note between my two fingers.

He looks down at my hand and back into my eyes as he exhales the smoke.

I hold eye contact with him, trying my fucking best to not show how nervous I actually am.

Im buying from butcher and his group like for a year now.

It’s weird I’m still nervous around him, I basically grew up with him.

But one thing butchers good at is to separate business from private life.

He doesn’t care for how long he knows you, how close you two are, even if you’re his fucking own blood - you fuck with him he’s gonna make you wish you‘ve never been born.

My brother takes another drag from his cigarette as he grabs the note from my hand.

He looks at Dixon and presses the note into his hand „get it, put a little extra of the new stuff on top.“ he says to Dixon and we both watch him walk away.

„How’s mom?“ butcher asks as he sits down on the couch again.

I look back at him and nod a little „she’s doing good.“

He nods and takes a drag from his cigarette „school?“

I shrug with my shoulders „it’s alright.“ He nods again.

„Listen, kid. You‘re gonna sell the new stuff for more, if you don’t get to sell it, you go down with the price. But not too much, alright?“ he says while his eyes dart into my head.

I nod a little „alright.“

He lets out a sigh and grabs under the table, pulling out a Envelope and throwing it on the table in front of us.

I don’t look at it, my eyes stay on his - I don’t move.

„Take it.“ he says sternly.

I let out an sigh and grab the envelope, putting it into my pocket of my jacket.

Butcher helps me out with giving me money for myself and mom. I think it's his way of trying to make up for the past.

„Thanks..“ I mumble and we both look at Dixon as he comes back with an full packed backpack.

I nod at him, take the backpack and pull it over my shoulders.

„Thanks.“ I say again and walk up the stairs, out of the basement.

I put my earphones into my ears and walk out of the house, pulling my phone out and starting my music.

I light myself a cigarette and pull my other hand into my pocket, walking towards the bus station.

Music is pumping loudly into my ears as my thoughts drift off to the night with Nick.

I clench my jaw as I stare down at the ground, anger fills my body.

Why the fuck did I got on my knees like a fucking dog for him?

He thinks he can have whatever he wants and he just takes what he wants.

I hate that. I fucking hate myself for giving in to him.

He never even heard no once in his life. He’s so spoiled it makes me wanna throw u-

„Hey!“ a voice rips me out of my thoughts and I look to the police car that is driving slowly next to me.

Shit.

I stop walking and take on headphone out of my ear. „Yeah?“

I swallow. My hands begin to shake a little bit.

Calm down y/n, calm the fuck down.

They don’t know you got thousand $ worth of drugs on your fucking back.

Calm down.

The police officer stops the car and he gets out of it, his eyes not leaving mine.

„Don’t worry, just general inspection, do you have something against it if I ask you some questions?“ he smiles at me as he stands in front of me.

I shake my head a little „no sir.“

Im not scared. I’m terrified.

Max could not get me out of this. I’m not rich like he is. My parents are not important like his. The police doesn’t the fuck care if they arrest a poor boy with no Reputation.

„Do you mind if I take a look in your bag?“

My heart sinks into my stomach, my heart is beating so fast and loud, I’m almost scared the police officer can hear it.

The police officer raises an eyebrow when I don’t answer and I swallow, letting out a breathe while I put the backpack down on the ground next to me.

„of course not, sir.“

The officer nods and reaches down to the backpack.

Fuck.

I kick it away before he can grab it and I push the officer as hard as I can away from me.

I quickly run to the backpack, grab it and run off.

„Hey!“ the police officer yells while he begins to run after me.

„Stop right there!“ he yells and I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing heavily while I continue to run away as fast as I can.

The adrenaline in my veins is too much and my heart is beating so fast it feels like I’m almost having a heart attack.

I pull the backpack over my shoulders again, running around a corner and bumping into some people.

I can’t get caught. I can’t do that to my mom.

And butcher would fucking kill me.

„Stop!“ the police officer yells and i l continue to place foot after foot on the ground as fast as I can.

I breathe heavily and turn around another corner, praying that I can get him off me.

My heart stings, my lungs are burning up and my only thought is how the fuck I’m gonna get out of this.

I jump up a fence and hold on to the top to pull myself up.

I loose my balance and fall over, face first on the ground.

I let out a groan and roll to my side, letting out a breathe of pain.

„Stop running away!“ the cop yells as I can see him getting nearer to me.

„Fuck.“ I mumble and stand up again, starting to run away again.

I keep running away, I don’t know where I’m even going.

Juts somewhere, just continue to run.

I continue to run, looking back like every 5 seconds to see if the cop catches up to me.

I can’t see him anymore.

Thank god.

I climb up a wall, jumping down from it.

I let out a breathe and hold my hand against my chest, trying to catch my breathe, leaning my shoulder against the wall.

„What the fuck?“ nick says while he stares at me with a frown.

My heart stops beating for a second and I look around.

How the fuck did I end up in Sturniolo’s backyard.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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“We were dreamers not so long ago, But one by one, we all had to grow up. When it seems the magic’s slipped away, We find it all again on Christmas Day...”

~“Believe,” by Josh Groban

x~x~x~x

The Ravenclaw VS Hufflepuff match was one for the ages. With a final score of 320-10, it was one of the most decisive matches in Hogwarts history, let alone one of Ravenclaw house’s greatest triumphs -- and all of it was because of the combined efforts of Seeker Cho Chang and Ravenclaw’s Chasers, led by their Star Player Robert Bellamy. It put Ravenclaw well on its way to winning the Quidditch Cup for a second time, and it also made Robert once again the talk of Ravenclaw house. People latched onto the idea of him using echolocation to signal to his fellow Chasers where he was on the pitch and began to say he could fly faster than any bat, whether a real one or one from Ballycastle.

And yet, despite all of the praise and fawning he received, just as Cecelia said, Robert shrugged all of it off.

“All of us train more than just our eyes,” he said with a shrug. “And besides, signaling would’ve meant nothing if Roger and Randolph hadn’t been good enough Chasers to toss the Quaffle to me blindly -- and if Roger hadn’t been a good enough Captain to lead our team, to begin with. Not to mention Cho catching the Snitch in the middle of that fog -- that’s infinitely harder than anything we did...”

Atticus @cursebreakerfarrier couldn’t quite understand how Robert could be so determined not to accept praise for his abilities when it was so clearly warranted...but even so, he found himself smiling every time he heard him respond with such modesty. For as flippant, rebellious, and devil-may-care as Robert was, he wasn’t full of himself. It was a rather endearing quality.

When December arrived, the student body got into a predictable tizzy about the upcoming holidays. Atticus, as always, found himself grumpier than usual due to the noise. He’d never really liked Christmas even as a kid, and at Hogwarts the season only served to make him more surly. Atticus recalled, however, that Robert was one of those people who got obnoxious around Christmas -- it had always irritated him before, whenever Robert would sing Christmas carols loudly at the top of his lungs while helping decorate the Ravenclaw common room. And this year was no exception. The Star Chaser helped smuggle a tree up to Ravenclaw Tower, hung garlands and clusters of holly all over the Ravenclaw commonroom, and greeted and said goodbye to absolutely everybody with “Happy Christmas,” and on the morning of December 8th, the very day he no longer had to dress all neatly like Atticus, he pulled out his old red-felt Santa hat and wore it every single day for the rest of term.

Atticus was frankly done, and the holiday break hadn’t even started yet.

“Aw, come on, Lestrange!” said Robert one day after Potions, giving the other boy a light punch to the shoulder. “Lighten up -- it’s Christmas!”

“So you keep reminding me,” Atticus said dully. He tried to bury his nose in his copy of Moste Potente Potions, but Robert wouldn’t drop the line of conversation.

“Well, I wouldn’t keep reminding you if you cheered up a little,” he said with a grin. “Do you always have to be such a Scrooge around this time of year?”

“Do you always have to be so happy about it?” Atticus shot back. “...What’s a ‘Scrooge’ anyway?”

“A character from A Christmas Carol,” Ceci explained with a small, amused smile. “It’s a Muggle book -- it’s a lovely one too: you’d like it, Atticus...”

“Better have Rob read it aloud for you, though,” said Barty with a big grin. “No one reads it like Rob.”

“A Christmas Carol is a masterpiece of literature -- all I do is treat it accordingly,” Robert said offhandedly. He shot Atticus a wry smile over his shoulder. “Though I suppose if it’d help you actually get to sleep at a reasonable hour for once, I could always read it to you as a bedtime story, Lestrange -- ”

“No thank you,” Atticus cut him off crisply.

Her face appearing rather sympathetic, Ceci lightly bumped her arm against Atticus’s as they walked.

“Are you staying here for the holidays again, Atticus?”

Atticus nodded. “The library’s always nice and quiet, over break. It’s a good time to get some extra work done...”

Robert’s light-hearted expression faded -- something almost guilty passed over his face.

“...Mm...”

His black eyes drifted away, off toward the far wall. Barty offered both his best friend and Atticus a smile.

“Well, uh...maybe we can do some work over break together, then, Atticus,” Barty offered.

Atticus stiffened like a startled cat. “Huh?”

“My parents are taking a trip to visit my aunt and cousins in Normandy,” Barty explained sheepishly, “so I was thinking of staying at Hogwarts over break too! Don’t reckon much of anyone else in our year will be, so maybe we can hang out a bit over break, if you’d like...”

Atticus truly couldn’t think of anything he’d want to do less. Knowing it’d be incredibly rude to say so, however, he forced an uncomfortable smile. Ceci, however, jumped on it.

“That’s perfect!” she said. “Maybe you and Atticus can do some extra research, Barty.”

Atticus blinked in confusion. “Research?”

“About our dreams,” said Ceci eagerly.

Barty nodded. “One thing all of our visions have in common is that we all look older, right? You said that the guy in your dreams kind of looks like me, but older -- and Ceci, Rob, and I all see each other looking older too. But when we looked into Divination, all we really got was a lot of vague preaching -- ”

“You mean utter rubbish,” Robert inserted with a smirk.

“So Robert was thinking,” Barty pressed on, “if this is some kind of future sight we’re having, maybe we can find out what’s causing it by studying Time-centric magic.”

“And what better person to help us with researching something in the library than Atticus Lestrange?” Ceci said with satisfaction, taking both of Atticus’s shoulders from behind and giving them a light squeeze.

Atticus, however, didn’t look so sure. “Well, thank you, but...I’ve already read every book in the library about Time Turners -- and I don’t think there’s anything in there that might explain what’s going on...”

“Every book?” prompted Ceci, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” said Atticus. “Well, except for the Restricted Section, but...”

He trailed off, noticing the wicked look that Ceci and Robert exchanged before they both glanced at Barty.

“Except for the Restricted Section,” repeated Robert, his lips spread in a broad white smirk.

Barty grinned -- his expression was perfectly angelic compared to his cohorts, and yet it was determined.

“Atticus,” he said in a very soft, but perfectly fearless voice, “mind if I join you on your evening Prefect rounds, over break?”

And that was how Atticus Lestrange got roped into sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library after dark on Christmas Eve with Barty Gilbert.

Atticus had been very wary when he lingered in the hall outside Ravenclaw Tower as planned, waiting for Barty. He knew his father most assuredly wouldn’t approve of this, and even despite that, he dreaded the thought of willingly spending time with his school rival. It didn’t matter how pleasantly the Gryffindor acted around him, or even how fond Atticus was becoming of his best friend -- Atticus didn’t like Barty, and that was that. And he absolutely hated the thought of getting into trouble just because he was roped into working with him.

Unfortunately Atticus was so uptight and stiff while waiting around that he nearly had a heart attack when Barty’s disembodied voice whispered in his ear.

“Sorry!” Barty whispered quickly. “I’m sorry -- I was really trying not to sneak up on you, but Filch is around that next corner...ack! Here he comes!”

He threw some sort of translucent cloth over Atticus’s head, prompting the other boy to crouch down so it covered both of them.

The crabby Hogwarts caretaker, Argus Filch, rounded the corner, raising his lantern and looking around. His beady eyes glided over where Atticus and Barty were standing, narrowing suspiciously, before he trudged away.

“Andskotans djöful,” Atticus swore under his breath.

He was clutching at his chest and breathing very heavily as he turned to gawk at Barty over his shoulder.

“You have an Invisibility Cloak?”

Barty grinned sheepishly. “My parents own several robe shops. I figured one of their stock going missing wouldn’t be the absolute end of the world...”

He adjusted somewhat so that the fabric wouldn’t drag on the floor.

“Come on -- let’s get to the library.”

Fortunately the two managed to get into the Restricted Section without incident. Once they were positive no one was in the Library to catch them, Barty stood watch under his Cloak by the door, his wand over his chest, while Atticus combed through the shelves of books, his own wand lit and held aloft so he could scan the titles. The two didn’t talk much -- the discomfort congealed between them as Atticus tried to keep his eyes on what he was doing.

“Anything promising?” asked Barty.

“Not yet,” said Atticus shortly.

Silence returned. After another moment, Barty spoke again.

“Atticus...may I ask you something?”

“What?”

“In your dreams...do you see bad things happening?”

Atticus paused. Then he slid another book from the shelf and opened it, flipping through the pages.

“Not really. I don’t see much of anything, I think -- at least, not that I can remember. It’s...feelings, mostly.”

“Feelings like you know something’s wrong? Like, even if you can’t see what happened, you feel so much pain and sorrow that you know it’s bad?”

“Sometimes.”

Barty nodded, turning his focus back out into the blackness of the Library.

“As far back as I can remember,” he said very softly, “I’ve had this dream where I was trying to reach someone. I couldn’t ever see their face clearly, but I just knew, somehow, that the person was in trouble, and that I had to help them. But no matter how fast I tried to run to try to get to that person...my vision would black out and I’d feel like I was frozen still, unable to move at all.”

He bowed his head, his eyes cast into shadow.

“...I would wake up screaming and crying at night, when I was little...all because I couldn’t reach that person in time. Because I knew that, because I didn’t move fast enough...that person was dead.”

Atticus’s hand had stilled on the book he was flipping through. His eyes were wide upon the page, but clearly weren’t taking in any of the words printed there. The memory of his own mother trying to comfort him after he woke up crying about a pair of red eyes and warm arms rippled over his mind.

“When I got to Hogwarts,” Barty said lowly, “my dreams became a little clearer. I still didn’t know where I was or what I was doing...but this person who I’d been running to try to save, my whole life, suddenly had a face. A man with black eyes and curly hair...just like my best friend.”

He looked up at Atticus, his face incredibly serious.

“I don’t know why you’ve seen someone like me in your dreams, Atticus,” said Barty, “and I know you don’t like me...but I could really use your help, in getting to the bottom of all this. Robert is my best friend in the whole world. He’s the first person who became my friend solely because of who I am, rather than who my family is. If I lost him...if anything bad happened to him...”

A dark, miserable shadow passed over his face.

“...I don’t know what I’d do,” he whispered.

Atticus looked up at last. His blue eyes were rather uncertain.

“What about Cecelia?” he asked. “Didn’t she become your friend for who you are?”

Barty’s eyes softened as his face flushed lightly.

“...Ceci means everything to me. We’ve known each other forever. But her family only engaged with mine because we had money...and my parents only let us play together because her parents would bring her over. Our parents encouraged her to play with me because my parents reckoned she’d be a ‘good influence’ on me...might help me come out of my shell some...”

“Well, I suppose they were right,” muttered Atticus. “Now you’re the hot-shot Dueling Champion and Dragon Tamer...Hogwarts’s Golden Boy...”

The last words came out before he could stop himself and he immediately looked away, his insides prickling with discomfort.

Barty, amazingly, only smiled weakly.

“It’s easy to be brave when you know you’re doing the right thing,” he said, “when you’re standing up for somebody or trying to calm an animal that doesn’t know any better. When you’re fighting, or protecting, there isn’t any thought -- you just do. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

He looked down again, his shoulders falling slightly.

“...But when you’re around people...trying to figure out just what to say, to tell people what you mean...or even just how much to say, when you know not everyone means you well...well, that’s not so easy. You feel like the whole world is watching you, and judging you, no matter what you say...even if you say nothing at all. But at least when you’re quiet...people can kind of just see what they want to see...”

Atticus frowned. Barty had always been rather soft-spoken compared to witty, sassy Robert and sociable, amiable Ceci, but he’d never really taken the time to conclude that Barty was actually shy.

“I’ve always envied Robert that way,” admitted Barty, offering Atticus a small smile. “He’s never at a loss of what to say. When you and he go at it, bantering like you do...I can tell you like each other, but there’s just such a charge there -- like the eclectic lamps Professor Burbage has in her Muggle Studies class!” He beamed a bit more broadly. “It’s so cool.”

Atticus stared at Barty for a moment, unsure of what to say. Then, after a moment, he looked back down at the book in his hands.

“...Thanks,” he said at last. He could feel his ears burning again.

Barty, however, only smiled, his blue eyes very understanding and patient as he returned his focus to the dark Library again.

Atticus glanced up at Barty without raising his head, considering him for a moment. Then, with a swallow, he spoke again.

“...I...used to wake up crying too. When I was little.”

Barty looked up, taken aback.

“I used to dream about this person with red eyes,” said Atticus. “He’d be squeezing my shoulders -- almost as if he was afraid to touch me at first, but then gently, purposefully. Then, as he held my shoulders, he would start to laugh...but even though he was laughing, I would hear the sobs. I could tell he was crying...crying in grief and joy and something else altogether...but so much pain. A kind of pain I don’t think I could ever know...”

Just remembering the heartbreaking sound made Atticus’s throat clench and his eyes well up with traces of tears. He wiped them quickly from his eyes with one hand.

“My mother used to comfort me, telling me that it was just a dream, that nothing in it could hurt me,” he said lowly. “But she never needed to say that -- I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was the one hurting.”

He swallowed. The lump in his throat was painful.

“...I didn’t have the dream as much, as I got older -- just time to time, around some of the other weird ones. Maybe I just don’t sleep long enough stretches to dream as much anymore,” he added as an afterthought. “But when Bellamy and I got paired for Binns’s oral report...well, that feeling came back, out of nowhere...and again, when you, Ceci, and I were watching the match against Hufflepuff.”

Atticus forced himself to meet Barty’s eyes at last.

“I don’t understand this whole thing at all...but I want to know why I’m feeling these things, and I want to know why you, Ceci, and Bellamy see what you’re seeing, too. If that’s what you want too...well, then it’s only practical that we work together.”

He offered a weak smile of his own. Barty was definitely taken aback, but within seconds, his face had lit up with a warmer, more determined smile and he nodded.

“Mm-hmm.”

From that day on, Barty Gilbert and Atticus Lestrange had made peace.

Unfortunately their night in the Library proved fruitless, research-wise. Not even Dark or restricted magic could explain the kinds of bizarre, fragmented visions the four students were experiencing. And so Atticus returned to his dorm that night feeling very disheartened. He was less so, however, when he awoke out of a restless doze in the Ravenclaw armchair Christmas morning to the feeling of someone holding his shoulder and lightly shaking it.

“Atticus. Atticus.”

Atticus blinked sleepily up at who’d woken him, to see a familiar, shyly smiling face framed by auburn hair.

“Happy Christmas,” Barty greeted gently.

Atticus shook his head rapidly, trying to orient himself.

“W-what? Gilbert, what -- what are you doing in -- ?”

Just behind Barty, Atticus could see both Ceci and Robert grinning from ear to ear.

“Surprise!” said Ceci brightly.

“Happy Christmas, Lestrange,” said Robert, his black eyes dancing with mischief.

Atticus looked around at all three of them, perfectly bewildered. “But -- but you -- you two went home for Christmas -- how did -- ?”

“Rob and I took the Floo back!” Ceci explained.

“It was Rob’s idea,” said Barty. “I thought I’d keep the whole thing quiet, until they got here.”

“I couldn’t change my plans and stay for my whole break, since I have to be at home for Christmas Eve church service,” said Robert, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, “but well, the thought of you being stuck here all alone...”

His eyes drifted up to the ceiling.

“‘The school is not quite deserted,’ said the Ghost,” he recited from memory, “‘A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.’”

He returned his gaze to Atticus seriously.

“A Christmas Carol,” he added as explanation. “It’s part of why Scrooge ends up hating Christmas so much -- he wasn’t allowed to go home for the holidays to see his family, so instead he stayed at school all alone, with nothing but his books for company. I know this whole season isn’t your thing and all, but...it just seemed rotten, to leave you and Barty alone.”

Barty beamed at Atticus. Atticus, on the other hand, was too overwhelmed to respond. He felt like his throat had gone very dry, all of the moisture instead moving up toward his eyes.

Robert and Ceci had put their holidays with their families on hold for him. Yes, Robert said it was for him and Barty, but he’d been thinking of Atticus and how lonely he’d be. No one had ever done anything quite so kind for him before, and it made Atticus feel like his heart was flooding.

“...You...” he murmured, “...but...why?”

Ceci laughed. “Why do you think? You’re our friend, Atticus! We wanted to spend Christmas with you!”

Atticus’s heart swelled.

Friend. He was their friend?

He looked from Ceci to Barty to Robert -- his black-haired dormmate smiled, his black eyes sparkling as he nodded in agreement.

The tears that had been prickling at the sides of Atticus’s eyes actually leaked through, escaping down his cheeks, as he smiled back. He quickly wiped them away, his smile gleaming as he looked up at the three of them.

“...Thank you,” he said at last breathily. “I...I don’t know what to say...”

Ceci brought her arms around Atticus in a sideways hug. “Then don’t say anything! We have presents to unwrap! Come on, come on -- Barty, Rob and I put ours under the tree before we woke you...”

Atticus felt a bit guilty that he hadn’t thought to buy any presents for Robert, Barty, and Cecelia, but he honestly hadn’t expected that they’d want to get him anything. But sure enough, all three of them gave marvelous presents -- Barty gave Atticus a book on Dark creatures; Ceci gave him his own leather-bound copy of A Christmas Carol; and Robert gave him a beautiful bookmark carved out of wood into the shape of a Phoenix and painted brilliant shades of red and orange. The card enclosed said,

Ceci helped me paint this for you. Hope this little turkey can keep you company in the Library.

Happy Christmas!

Robert

Atticus was amazed when he learned that Robert had actually carved the bookmark himself by hand. Apparently Robert had used some of the leftover wood from the trunk of the tree he’d smuggled into Ravenclaw Tower to make Atticus’s bookmark -- he’d also used some of the branches he’d had to trim off to make Barty a carved picture frame and Ceci a pretty wooden heart pendant she could wear as a necklace. They were all a little rough around the edges, but the effort showed through, and it warmed Atticus’s heart to think of the amount of work Robert must’ve put in to make his presents.

The whole day put Atticus in such a good mood that he even encouraged Robert to read aloud from his new leather-bound copy of A Christmas Carol, so he could hear it. The request made Robert’s dark eyes light up more brightly than Atticus had ever seen them before...and indeed, when Robert finished reading the beautifully written, emotional novel with such warm sincerity and articulated poetry that evening, Atticus had to admit -- it was a very, very good book.

#golden era #hphl #hogwarts legacy #reincarnation!au #my art #my writing #bartholomew varney #atticus grimsley #cecelia crouch varney #hahaha you've heard of christmas in july?? well now it's only may #but christmas is bat's favorite time of year hands-down #grim's canon relationship with christmas is harder because he initially thought it was 'eh'#then he met bat and he started really enjoying it #but then bat died right before christmas so toward the end of grim's life it only brought back bad memories #and admittedly atticus as his modern self didn't have much fun at home during christmas when he was a young'un #I'm so glad to see barty and grim finally finding some common ground!! :')#also yay for sneaking into the restricted section around christmas LOL

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realcube · 3 years

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BNHA heroes buying you gifts

Momo x Reader

Todoroki x Reader

Iida x Reader

tw// cussing, money spending 😎

(sorry i couldn’t find a better gif)

Momo Yaoyorozu

if she ever buys you a gift that is under £200/$500

call the police

or a pro-hero

Momo has been captured by the league of villains and replaced with a fraud

honestly, she doesn’t do it to show off her wealth or anything though

she just genuinely buys you expensive gifts because you deserve only the best and capitalism ensures that money = happiness/quality

she puts a decent amount of thought into her gifts

like if she has noticed that you just bought a new dress that you are really hyped about but you don’t have many accessories to match

she’ll go out and buy you a Pandora necklace that compliments your dress

and she will probably get your initials on it too ( rather than her own because she thinks that is tacky )

the only thing she has ever bought you with her initials on it was a personalised bar of chocolate for valentines day

but even that had ‘MY + (Y/I) ❤’ on it

but yeah, 99% of the time she’ll end up getting you some article of jewellery

you really don’t mind though since Momo’s taste is immaculate

plus, what sort of s/o would get mad at their partner for buying them a hella expensive piece of jewellery?

(given this context)

sometimes these extravagant gifts make you feel really bad though because Momo treats you like a prince(ss)

while you simply can’t afford to do the same to her

like not everybody can just go out and buy a £2k Cartier love ring as soon as their s/o mentions that they could do with a new ring

however, it’s not all doom and gloom though because your repayment to her is that you tutor her

you also take her placed that she probably would’ve never got to experience without you

like, yeah, she’s been to the Bahamas

but has she been to your local bowling alley?

no, not until you took her

that is a whole ass good time that she would’ve missed out on if it wasn’t for you 👍

Tenya Iida

his gifts definitely aren’t as expensive and Todoroki’s or Momo’s

but they are way more tasteful

when I say he does his research, I mean he does his research

it’s normal for him to notice the little details about you and being meticulous is just his thing

like the little multi-coloured flicks in your eyes

how you like a little extra cheese on your pasta

or how you like to balance your pen on your nose when you get distracted from your homework

but a month before any special occasion he would go on a full on investigation

it is always really cute thought because he thinks he is being subtle about it

when he’s really not..

“So, do you really like Fanta?

Or are you more of a Pepsi person?

Because I always see you drinking Pepsi when we go to the mall or cinema

but now, I noticed that you are having a Fanta. Does you taste change depending on the location? Does the supermarket aura just make Fanta more alluring? Has Pepsi lost it’s appeal?”

And it is not my intention to creep you out or anything, I was just curious--”

“No, Iida.” You giggled, “Pepsi hasn’t lost it’s appeal. It’s just that the supermarket didn’t sell Pepsi, did you not notice?”

“I-”

Yeah, sometimes his love for you is dangerous

he’ll be too mesmerised by the way you check your leggings for holes, you’ll have to yell at him

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”

but really, the whole process leading up to the special occasion is almost as cute as when he actually gives you the present

and on the day he’d end up getting you something you didn’t even know you wanted - but you always love his gifts considering he clearly puts so much thought into his presents

for example, on your birthday he got you a record player

along with a vinyl of him and the rest of the class wishing you a happy birthday

Shoto Todoroki

if you thought Momo’s gifts were expensive, you definitely haven’t taken into consideration - Shoto’s phase 1 gifts

(let’s not talk about that one time he tried to buy you a car for valentines day-)

it is as if he trying to max out his father’s credit card - which he is :)

and I say phase 1 gifts because they are always so outrageously expensive that you make him return them

then, onto phase 2 which is usually only slightly less outrageously expensive than phase 1

and depending on the occasion/what he bought you, phase 2 gets returned too and then it goes onto stage 3 were he basically gets you a chocolate bar from the supermarket

this explanation wouldn’t be complete without an example so

for your most recent birthday, he booked First Class flight tickets to Dubai, for you both to stay in the Burj Al-Arab for week

Obviously, you flipped and he refunded his tickets as well as the room in the hotel

That was phase 1 ^^

Now, onto phase 2 - he bought you a Tiffany & Co necklace that cost roughly...$1k :)

it’s disgraceful..i know

maybe you should inform him that committing fraud isn’t very heroic

however.. you find it cute when he does it 🥺

(but the police definitely would not)

(but you’re no snitch)

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official-weasley · 3 years

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 6, Ch. 8

PART 6: THE YEAR WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE Chapter 8 - Last Year All Over Again

Nova

I have never been so torn apart between two things. The second I sat down next to Murphy, my heart started racing. We were talking, waiting for the match to begin and I remembered how easy it was to talk to him. His blue eyes looking at me while he talks about the one thing that he's passionate about the most, Quidditch.

I guess I have a type when it comes to boys as I admire that the most in Charlie as well, except he talks about Dragons. I was sure in that moment, looking at him and feeling my heart beating, that if Murphy asks me to the Ball, I will say yes. I am not going to say that it didn't hurt that Charlie didn't invite me but I really want to go with someone and if this was last year, Murphy would've been my first choice anyway.

Madam Hooch whistled and the game began. I couldn't focus on it as I was debating this in my head. I suddenly started to feel so bad. What if Charlie sees me with Murphy? But he did encourage me to go out with him when Murphy asked me to hang out at the beginning of the year.

I was trying not to look at Charlie. I couldn't. Every time I did I wanted to go down to the pitch and tell him I'm sorry. I was so afraid that we would have the same fight as last year and I couldn't go through that again.

—

I was sitting next to Murphy, watching Charlie flying after the Snitch. I wanted Gryffindor to win but I couldn't help to hope the game wouldn't end this soon. Now, more than ever, I didn't know what to do.

I winced when I heard Madam Hooch end the game and as the crowd roared and Murphy was announcing the end of the game, I wish the Apparition Test was today and not next week. I would run far enough so I could apparate and never have to make this decision. Everybody sitting in the Commentator Stand started to get up and leave. My whole body began to shake.

“Nova?” Murphy said gently. My stomach turned at his sweet voice.

“Yes?” I looked at his cute face. I couldn't understand how can I like two boys at the same time so much.

“I hope you enjoyed the game from the VIP lounge.” He joked. I giggled. I looked into his eyes and decided to forget the world. Who cares if he talks about Quidditch all the time.

“I actually didn't ask you here just to watch the game.” His cheeks turned red and I couldn't feel my body.

“I wanted to ask you if...if you would go to the Ball with me?” He was so adorable. His cheeks red and he was so shy. I opened my mouth ready to say yes when something disturbed me in the background.

Charlie

With the fact that I saw Nova sitting with Murphy the second I flew onto the Pitch, I was proud of myself for catching the Snitch and winning the game. I couldn't believe this was happening all over again. Of course, I understood her. I didn't ask her to the Ball even if she wanted to go with me and now she was probably going with Murphy.

The only thing that is different than last year is that now, I can run away. There is something Nova doesn't know and it's also the reason I didn't ask her to the dance. A month ago I received something that tore me apart between her and the rest of my life. I was gathering the courage to tell her because I knew she would be devastated and I didn't want to invite her to the Ball in case things would go bad between us.

I want her to have fun at the dance because I know how excited she and the girls are about it. I did feel bad that she was the only one that didn't have a date yet and I wondered why she said no to all those boys who already asked her.

I knew that the news I have to tell her would break her heart, either way, fancying me or not, and I didn't want to ask her before I tell her what is going on. I doubt she would even want to go with me after it and look how it all turned out, now she's going with Murphy.

Nova

I focused my eyes on the Pitch Exit and saw Charlie getting off his broom. The feeling I got when I saw him was the same one when we made up in the Forest and I finally understood what it meant. At that moment, I knew I was making a mistake. I wanted him to ask me. I wanted to go with him. I wanted to be with Charlie.

“Murphy, I...” I looked back at Murphy. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to break his heart.

“You can't, can you?” He nodded, his expression understandable.

“I fancy you, I do.” I admitted. There was no point denying it.

“But you like Charlie Weasley more.” I didn't know how he knew but I thought that the conversation was painful enough without me asking any further questions.

“I'm sorry, Murphy. You're such a sweet guy and I really don't want to hurt you and...” Tears started gathering in my eyes. I did feel bad.

“Hey, it's okay. I thought it was a close call but I said I'll give it a try anyway.” He lifted my chin and smiled at me. I sniffed, letting go of the tears. “You look good together, that's how it should be.” He added. I didn't know what to say. How big was his heart that he could understand this?

“I am sorry and know that I would say yes to you and would love to go but it wouldn't be fair to you.” I wiped my tears from my face.

“Thank you for not misleading me.” His smile was so sweet. “Charlie's one lucky bloke to have you.” He pulled me into a hug. He smelled like broom wood and books. I smiled. Definitely, not grass and honeysuckle like I smelled in that Amortentia Potion.

—

I knew I had to find Charlie at once. Between realizing that I have a crush on him on our first sleepover, playing Penny's game and tricking my brain into telling me I wanted to go to the Ball with him, and the feeling I got when I saw him behind Murphy, made me realize that it was time to stop pretending that I don't have feelings for my best friend.

I was almost at the Gryffindor tent when I saw my friends rushing towards the Castle. They looked like something was chasing them and I couldn't help but worry.

“Penny! Tulip!” I ran towards them. “Tonks! Jae!” They finally heard me and turned around. They started running back to me, looking horrified. I started running as well as I couldn't shake the feeling that something was not alright.

“Nova! Oh, thank Merlin!” Tulip hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe for a second.

“Please, tell me that you said no to Murphy!” Penny almost shouted at my face.

“Please, tell us Charlie didn't see you with Murphy!” Panicked Tonks.

“What is going on?” I looked at them all. I have never seen them all so upset. It even looked like Tulip and Penny were crying.

“Give her the letter, Tulip.” Jae said as calmly as he could.

“Letter?” I looked at the envelope Tulip pulled out of her back pocket.

“What's this?” I looked at it as she handed it to me, then I looked back up at them. Penny's eyes started watering.

“We think this might be the reason why Charlie didn't ask you to the Ball and not because he doesn't fancy you.” Tulip said, trying hard to keep a steady voice.

I tore open the envelope, panicking. What was in this letter that made them so upset and why would it be the reason for Charlie not asking me to...

Dear Charles Weasley,

each year we gather our sources to seek new and fresh blood to join our team. We went through our archive and found your file from 10 years ago when you were in our camp in Great Britain. As you have already shown many talents at taming Dragons back then we were wondering if your ambition was still to come and work with us?

A junior position just opened up and we would like to invite you to an interview to see where things stand. We understand that you are still in school, however, we have inquired about your O.W.L.s and we were more than pleased with the results. Along with them, we got a recommendation letter from your Headmaster, your Care of Magical Creatures Professor, and the School's Gamekeeper.

We have to say, we were impressed with all your accomplishments and are looking forward to hearing from you to arrange matters further.

All the best until then!

Andrei Todoran

Romanian Dragon Sanctuary

Tears were falling down my face, reading the letter. I looked at the date, over a month ago. What was he thinking? He has to take the job!

“What are you going to do?” Tulip asked gently after I looked up at them.

“He has to go.” I said with a rusty voice. I knew I didn't want him to. I would do anything to make him stay but this was his dream job.

“But he is obviously conflicted between the job and being with you.” Penny said, almost desperate.

“Pen,” I shook my head, “even if he likes me...” I turned the letter to them. “This is his dream job. I can't compare myself to that.” It broke my heart saying it out loud but I knew it was the right thing to do.

“You know you probably won't be together because of it.” Tonks said. I knew they were trying to persuade me to make him stay but I couldn't do that to him.

“I know. It doesn't matter. You don't know him as I do.” Tears started pouring down my face again. “The fact that I am standing between him and the only thing he wanted to do with his life since he was 6 should tell you that this is not my decision to make.”

“But you don't want to let him go, Nova. We know you don't.” Penny was crying too.

“You said no to Murphy, didn't you?” Tonks asked.

“Of course, I said no! I want to be with Charlie!” I almost shouted. It hurt too much to say it in any other way. I felt even worse than last year.

“Nova, you have to tell him how you feel. This has been going on long enough.” Tulip said in my ear as she hugged me.

“And make him question everything even more? No. I can't be that selfish!” I pulled away.

“If they sent him a letter perhaps they can wait until he graduates?” Jae said, optimistically.

“Nova, we know that this is his dream job.” Penny pulled me in a half hug with Tulip. “But just the fact that he hasn't replied in a month shows you just how much he cares about you. You have to talk to him and you have to tell him what he means to you.”

I looked at them. They were right. I knew it was selfish but if I don't stop him and he leaves without knowing how I feel, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

“I know this is all very sudden.” Tulip started. “But, at least try to find out what is he going to do.”

“Let's stop pretending and wasting time!” Tonks broke Tulip and Penny apart and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Now, I might not know a lot about love but I see how you two look at each other. You have the right to be selfish, you two are meant to be!” She wiped my cheeks. “Just...talk...to...him!” She shook my shoulders with every spoken word. She then turned me around towards the Pitch and pushed me forward. I started running toward the Gryffindor tent, hoping I wasn't too late.

Charlie

I was beating myself over it in the tent. I knew I had to tell her that they offered me my dream job and that I will accept it. I already talked to mum and she understood that this is just something I always wanted, even though she was not the happiest about me not finishing my education.

I was torn between staying, trying to get together with Nova, and accepting the job I have been dreaming of since I was able to say the word dragon. And since then I never wanted anything else until I fell for her and now here I was in the Gryffindor Quidditch tent. Sitting alone and beating my head because she was the only one who could make me stay and the only one I would give up everything for, even the job in Romania.

I really thought something was happening between me and Nova. Especially, since the girls had the sleepover I caught her looking at me all the time and the girls were awfully giggly around me. I had a plan to ask her to the Ball, I already invited her to the Lake and then I got the letter and everything changed.

At least I got a straight answer without asking. I guess what I felt in the Forest was just my imagination and she just stopped hanging out with Murphy because she thought she was hurting her best friend. A friend...that's the only thing I ever was to her and she will never see anything more in me.

When I saw her sitting with Murphy it shattered my heart all over again but at least I could come to a decision. I can now accept the job without thinking about it twice and leave everything behind. It was better this way.

“Charlie! Charlie!” I heard Nova calling for me and my heart sank. I knew I had to tell her now.

“Nova? What are you doing here?” I got out of the tent.

“Char!” She crashed into me and put her arms tightly around me. It broke my heart into million pieces.

“Jae told me about the letter.” She breathed. I stiffened. This is not how I wanted her to find out. “Charlie, you can't go!” Her words surprised me but I can't let her change my mind. This was what I have been waiting for my whole life.

“Nova, I...” I didn't know where to start. Leaving her behind was going to be the hardest thing I ever do. “I have to go. This is what I was preparing for my entire life.” I cupped her face so that our eyes met.

“Can't you wait another year?” She placed her hands on mine. “You should finish school, Charlie. We only have a year to go.”

“What good will it do me? Nova, it's the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary! They are offering me my dream job!” I looked away. The look in her eyes was too painful.

“Couldn't you talk to them? Ask if they can postpone it for another year?” She asked desperately.

“Why would I do that? They told me I was qualified for the job.” I pushed away from her.

“And if things go awry? What if something happens and you'll have to find a new job and you wouldn't be qualified because you didn't finish school?” She did make a good point but I had to think positively about this.

“Nova...” I pleaded. I didn't want to fight with her. I wanted to stay as much as I wanted to go. But at the same time, I wanted to be as far away from her so that my heart wouldn't hurt every time she hugged me or ruffled my hair or grabbed my hand, knowing I will never have more than that with her. I was patient, I gave her time, but my instinct in the Forbidden Forest, when we made up last year, was wrong. She saw me just as a friend and there was nothing more I could do about it. “I can't.” I shook my head and returned to the tent to get my things.

“Then stay for me!” I have never heard her speak in a voice like that. It sounded desperate and full of emotions. My heart began beating so fast that I wanted to sit down. “Please, Char! I am sure that you can arrange something...” Her voice cracked.

I turned around and saw her standing at the entrance, tears running down her cheeks. I ran to her and hugged her so tightly that she let out a sigh.

“Please, promise me you'll stay.” She buried her head in my shoulder. I was so confused. I know she was going to miss me but this felt different. It felt exactly like it did in the Forest.

“I...I promise.” I knew I was probably making a mistake by staying but I would rather end up with a broken heart than break hers. At that moment I knew it was now or never to see where things stand between us. I had to know if my feeling was right. I had to know if she has feelings for me but doesn't want to admit them to herself. I cleared my throat as I wanted to sound as normal as possible.

“I will stay under one condition.” She pulled away and looked at me. I wiped her cheek with my finger.

“Anything.” She replied.

“Nova Blackwood, will you go to the Ball with me?” She gasped.

“I would love to, Charles Weasley!” The way she said the word 'love' made me use every bone and muscle in my body not to kiss her then and there. She made me the happiest bloke with her answer and at that moment I knew that I have to tell her how I feel at the dance.

She said yes to going with me and at this point, I have nothing to lose. If there is the slightest chance that she feels the same I have to know, otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Now I had a backup plan if she doesn't fancy me. I could leave school and at least get my dream job if I couldn't have my dream girl.

“You didn't ask me to the Ball just that I would make you stay, did you?” I loved that little smirk of hers when she already knew the answer.

“No.” I smiled and cupped her face. “I wouldn't dream of missing the Ball with you.”

This was it. I closed my eyes and I saw everything I could have with her and the emotions that were running through me, seeing her smile when I asked her to the dance, made me realize that it simply has to work out. I have to be with her. My heart was in her hands now and for the first time since Professor McGonagall told us about the Ball, I was excited about it.

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Last one..👉🏻👈🏻🥺 #98 and #100?

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98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” + 100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..” + Stan Uris

"Hi, a b-big strawberry shake and...?" Bill looks inquisitively at you and Stan standing in the back. "A small vanilla." "Medium strawberry."

The cashier writes down your order as Beverly smirks teasingly. "This not romantic at all! Why don't you share a milkshake?" You give her a deadly look, "it doesn't have to be romantic. It's not a double date." Stan chuckles, "we're just third and fourth wheeling, Bev." Bill grabs his wallet and pays for the drinks before throwing an arm around Beverly's shoulders. "Yeah? T-thought you had a little crush on y/n, Stan, t-that's why we invited you b-buh-both" "Oh, fuck off, Bill," Stan scolds but all the other two do is laugh and you look down at your feet to hide your embarrassment. Lately, everything seems to be about you and Stan after a silly truth or dare game when Richie pressured him into telling everybody he had a crush on you during 7th grade. Now you both have to deal with all the jokes. "They'll stop eventually," Stan laughs, trying to make you more comfortable as he leans against the counter by your side after Bill and Bev left the parlor, leaving you both waiting for the milkshakes. "Are you talking about the teasing or the fact that they can't keep their hands off each other?" Stan laughs, and you're forced to turn away from his bright smile because since that game, alongside all the jokes, an annoying bitterness grew inside you. The only reason Richie made Stan admit he liked you in the past was that he knows you like him now. Things would've ended up fine if Stan hadn't told right after that it was just a fleet crush, leaving you heartbroken. At least Richie didn't snitched. "I'm sorry about it, you know?" You say, "now they won't leave you alone." "No!" Stan's brows draw together. "That's okay, I'm the one who talked too much, y/n/n. And it was just... silly, childish stuff." He suddenly chuckles, "like, I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror and everything." "Really?" You smile, hoping you don't sound as amazed as you feel, but he doesn't seem to perceive when the three milkshakes are slid towards you both over the counter. "Yeah. Dumb isn't it?" You sigh, bummed to the core. "Totally."

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Butterflies {Draco Malfoy x Reader} - Pt.2

Wandering down the corridors with nobody in sight was certainly scary. Although it wasn't night-time and you broke the rules often, there was nothing to say you couldn't be ambushed by Filch and Mrs Norris or, even worse, a magical creature that'd broke into the school (which unfortunately happened on multiple occasions). And, worse than all that was Umbridge would know for a fact you were missing, and you'd be given detention immediately. Glancing at your already-scarred hand, you didn't fancy going to another one of her hellish torture clubs.

You'd just have to say you were vomiting in the school toilets. If there was one thing Umbridge didn't like, it was vomit, and there was no way she could prove it, either. Most Slytherins were either the subjects of pranks (by mainly Gryffindors like the Weasley Twins) or dishing out the pranks, so it was highly unlikely you wouldn't be believed.

Almost as soon as you heard footsteps, you ducked into an empty classroom, hiding behind the closing door and holding your breath. It was one of the many Transfiguration classrooms, and there was nobody in there - except for Peeves, who was pushing over books to presumably piss off Mrs McGonagall.

Although it was unlikely that Peeves, of all people, was going to snitch on you, you didn't fancy your chances of being caught and just wanted to find Draco as soon as possible. Or go to the bathrooms to hide it out until class was over. Once the footsteps passed the door, you peered out, watching the creepy Mr Filch walk past with Mrs Norris at his feet as they disappeared around a corner. Sighing with relief, you tiptoed out of the classroom, carefully closed the door, and ran down the corridor to wherever you were going.

Soon, the stairs to the dungeons (and the Slytherin Common Room) appeared, and extremely relieved, you wandered down. There wasn't supposed to be anyone around, since everybody was supposed to be in class, but you were still on high alert with your hand discreetly tucked underneath your cloak and gripped around your wand.

"Y/n," you heard a voice say from behind, and your heart stopped for a split second before realising who it was.

"God, you scared the Hell out of me!" you exclaimed with a laugh, turning around to see Draco at the bottom of the stairs with a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

"My bad," he shrugged, glancing back up the stairs to make sure you hadn't been followed. "That Potter hasn't trailed you, has he?"

"Not that I know of," you chuckled, glancing up too just to make sure. "If so, he'd have been caught by Filch by now."

"That creepy squib threatened me," Draco said in disgust, rolling his eyes with a slightly wrinkled nose. "The bastard."

"Yeah, he almost caught me too," you grimaced, with as much dislike towards Filch as the blonde was. It wasn't because he was a squib; you didn't really care about blood-status and being muggle-born and all that. He was just... creepy. "I hid in an empty classroom. I think Mrs McGonagall is gonna kill Peeves when she sees the mess he's made."

"That little shit threw a book at my head once," Draco grumbled, slumping down the wall as he sat at the bottom of the wall, not wanting to go inside the Common Room in fear of being caught by Snape or another teacher. You sat in front of him, crossing your legs and hoping the floor wasn't too dirty. "If he wasn't a ghost, he'd never see the light of day again."

"I mean, you did insult the Weasleys," you grinned, amused at Draco's distain towards everybody. "And you know Peeves is pretty good friends with Fred and George."

"I have no idea what you see in those Blood-Traitors," he muttered in response.

He was referring to your friendship with Fred and George, whom you'd become good friends with in your first year after helping them pull pranks on their youngest brother and Snape. Of course, it was incredibly strange for a Slytherin to be friends with Gryffindor students, but you didn't really care for the norms. Due to being a half-blood witch (your mother being a muggle and your father being a pure-blood), you found blood-supremacy to be completely ridiculous and as long as you got along with somebody, you didn't care at all about what they were. This made it incredibly surprising that you were put in Slytherin, but hey.

Draco wasn't the most pleased to find out one of his best friends was a half-blood, as you hadn't brought it up in front of him and he'd found out on his own in May of your second year. But, since you were already good friends at that point, he tried to brush it aside (he didn't speak much to you until your third year, but by then he'd at least matured a tiny bit and befriended you again).

Although... your prank on Snape wasn't exactly the best idea, because he hasn't liked you since.

"They're really cool, Draco!" you exclaimed, giving up on trying to convince the blonde that the Weasleys were genuinely nice people. It caused enough arguments, anyway. "You need to give people a chance, y'know? Although, I doubt they'd be willing to give you one..."

"Whatever, I don't care," he shrugged, looking away and at the stone wall that entered into the Slytherin Common Rooms. You pouted, unsure how to continue the conversation but not wanting it to go silent in fear of an awkward tension appearing in the air.

"So, why did you want to meet me here at dinner?" you asked, cocking your head and scratching the back of your head. "And why did you skip Defence Against the Dark Arts? I thought you liked that class."

"With Umbridge in charge, it's boring," Draco sighed, dreading another lesson of just sitting there and flipping through pages of a textbook. Not only was that woman abusive, but she was a terrible professor with no idea of how to teach a class. "I want to learn how to blast Potter out of the building, not read about who created what spell."

"Ah, so even you dislike her," you replied, and his lip curled. "She's absolutely horrific."

"At first, she wasn't too bad," he muttered, and you knew he was trying his best not to admit how bad she was. Mainly because he was one of the few Slytherins trying to find other students breaking her rules. "But then I saw some of her punishments and it made me feel pretty uncomfortable."

He glanced down at your hand. The white lines of scarring were still extremely visible, and although the words had blurred together to just create more of a blob, it was still clear you'd endured something nasty.

"Just wait until you're the victim of it," you laughed softly, tracing the back of your hand with your finger. "It sucked."

Draco took your hand in his and examined it, his eyebrows furrowed. "I can't believe she did that to you."

It was surprising that he was being sympathetic. Whenever you injured yourself, he laughed and teased you. Usually, you never got into serious accidents and were able to laugh it off too, Draco even making fun of you when you fell down the stairs once and broke your elbow. Although, he only did that AFTER he'd taken you to the infirmary, almost too stunned to move at first and only helping when Lucy was freaking the hell out.

"Did it... hurt?" he asked, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Of course it did, dumbass," you chuckled, taking your hand away and putting it in your lap, the sleeves of your robes covering it back up. "Lucy didn't suffer as badly, so hers hasn't scarred, but I had about a hundred or so lines to do. I literally had to grab dinner right after in fear of passing out."

"It's surprising you ended up in that position. She was a Slytherin too," Draco stated, and you nodded. "Although... you did curse at her."

"She's a bitch, what did you expect?" you grinned, and he almost snorted. "Fred and George have done worse, though!"

"Potter also got that same punishment," he added, and you cocked your head, wondering how he knew that. "I overheard Weaselbee and Granger talking about it. I would've laughed if I hadn't remembered you'd got the same thing done to you."

"Yeah, like I said, it's not fun," you sighed, knowing for a fact that Draco would never receive any of the punishments you'd get. Due to his high blood-status and his father's position of power (plus Umbridge's obvious bias towards him), there was no way in hell he'd get abused by her. The most he'd get is a slight slap on the wrist, and it frustrated you to the maximum. You'd also overheard the teacher-in-pink's utter dislike to 'half-breeds', including half-bloods such as yourself. "Anyway, you didn't answer my first question. Why did you want to talk to me at dinner?"

"Ah, yeah," he muttered, much quieter than he'd just been talking and a hint of colour appearing in his very pale expression. You cocked your head with your eyebrows furrowed, wondering why the hell he'd suddenly become so timid. "That."

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching your hand out and putting it on his knee. Clearly something was on his mind, and surprisingly, he didn't swat you away this time. Instead, he placed his hand on top of yours, and he cleared his throat. "Draco?"

"You know how I asked you to the Yule Ball last year?" he asked, and you nodded, beginning to feel a bundle of butterflies appear in your stomach at the thought. You'd worn a stunning blue dress that made you look and feel like a fairy, and Draco had absolutely adored it, talking about how good his date looked for weeks on after (he hadn't planned for you to find out about it though). "Well... there was a reason for that."

"Well, I'd hope there was," you chuckled, and a small smile appeared on his face. "I was hoping you hadn't just gone 'Eh, got nobody to go with, gonna go with Y/n as a last resort'."

"Yeah, that wasn't what was going through my mind," Draco answered, unable to hide his smile from your comment. It was nice to know he found you funny and didn't just raise his eyebrows in distaste. "Look, I'm not exactly... the best at things like this but..."

He took a deep breath, looking up at you with as much confidence as he could muster and trying to maintain eye-contact (which really wasn't going well).

"Y/n, I really like you," he said, scratching the back of his neck and looking back at the ground. For someone who claimed to be so confident and acted like he was all that, he certainly wasn't. Which, of course, you didn't mind. You were glad he wasn't as cocky as he made himself to be. "Y'know, really, really like you. You're funny, cool, easy to get along with and pretty, and you're not a weirdo, which is a bonus."

You were stunned. You'd known for a while that a rumour of Draco liking you was going around, but you'd never believed it, and for him to just confess to you, just like that, was shocking. And it wasn't that you were angry with no feelings back. In fact, ever since the third year, you'd gathered feelings for him. Although small at the time, knowing Pansy absolutely adored him, they'd managed to grow a lot more, especially when he asked you to the Yule Ball.

"F-for how long?" you stammered, unable to keep your composure as your own face went almost as red as a tomato. You would've been more embarrassed if it wasn't for his last comment, which almost made you laugh.

"I dunno, maybe two years now?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "I didn't really mean to. It just happened, y'know."

"What would your father say if you were dating a half-blood?" you asked, half-joking yet half-serious. You knew Draco wasn't the biggest fan of those who weren't pure-blood, and you dreaded what his father would think about you being... well, who you were. "Would he even let you?"

Draco shrugged, a shimmer of hope in his eyes as he realised something. "Wait, we can think about that at a later date. I just need to know, do you like me too? Or, at least, what do you think of me?"

"I like you too," you mumbled, a mix of sudden shyness (that really wasn't like you) and enthusiasm in your voice. "Since our third year. I thought... you liked Pansy, though."

A wide, confident smile appeared on Draco's face, satisfied with that answer, only to pull a face of disgust at the last bit. "Absolutely not. Just because she's obsessed with me, it doesn't mean I feel the same."

You couldn't help but smile, amused by his comments at one of your friends. "Self-absorbed, much?"

"I can't help it," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "How can I not be self-absorbed when I just found out you like me back?"

You laughed out loud accidentally, making the blonde chuckle too as he watched you. There were so many more things he loved about you, including the way you laughed and the way you weren't cruel but didn't take shit from anybody, but he didn't have the confidence yet to tell you. Maybe he'd tell you another day.

However, the laughter stopped when another voice echoed down the stairs, and Draco put his hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened, noticing how close his face was to yours - he'd jumped up in surprise and done the best thing to shut you up.

"Oi, who's down there?" Filch's obnoxious voice echoed down the stairs, and Draco visibly recoiled. "You can't stay there forever. I heard you, you see, and if it was up to me, any students skipping class would be hanged upside down in my office!"

"Hex me," you whispered, and Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief, mouthing the word 'no' as if you were insane. "I'm not about to get murdered by Umbridge. Just... I dunno, make me eat slugs or something. I can stomach it. It gives us reason to be out of class."

Draco was conflicted. If it was anyone else, he would've done it straight away. But because it was you, he really didn't have the heart to. However, Filch was coming down the stairs, and he didn't want to watch you get punished AGAIN by Umbridge. So, quietly, he took out his wand, whispered the incantation and watched as you were knocked backward. His eyes widened, and thankfully, the flash disappeared before Filch saw.

"Now, what do you two think you're doing?" he asked, a sick smile on his face as Mrs Norris peered out from behind his legs. Before either of you could answer, he continued, "You're in big trouble now. Professor Umbridge told me two of her students were missing, and I'm sure she'll give me permission to do what I want with you."

"Can't you see, you idiotic squib?" Draco exclaimed, standing up to his full height. He was taller than Filch, and although the older man wasn't intimidated, it still came off as threatening. As if on cue, you vomited up a slug, almost actually being sick at the sight and feeling of the fat thing leaving your mouth. Why the hell had you chosen that curse, out of all things? "She's sick. I was about to take her to the infirmary but due to her stupidity and clumsiness, she fell down the stairs."

"Wow, thanks," you groaned, throwing up a second slug. Draco looked at you with a sympathetic expression, but he didn't want to let down his regular attitude in fear of Filch getting suspicious. The blonde wasn't stupid, and he'd do anything to get out of trouble, which included insulting you. "I got cursed by a stupid second-year brat. When I get my hands on that little shit-"

"Oh dear, you're all going to be in a lot of trouble, aren't you?" Filch said, completely ignoring your story. You glared, only to burp up another slug and gag at how disgusting it was. Your face had gone incredibly pale and sunken, and Draco helped you up off of the floor, putting his arm around your waist as yours went over his shoulders.

"Try not to vomit on me," Draco chuckled quietly, walking straight past Filch and up the stairs. You nodded, giving him a weak smile as you tried to walk as carefully but as quickly as possible. The caretaker simply stared at the two of you, either giving up on giving you punishments or believing the story. "Also, sorry for insulting you."

"It's fine," you mumbled, more bothered about the slugs coming out of you than being called stupid. It was also quite surprising that he'd apologised; it was a rather... out-of-character thing to do for the boy. "Just get me to the infirmary. Please."

Draco nodded, feeling incredibly guilty for having to hex you, but you kept assuring him it was fine and that you'd asked for it. Although you wished you'd hexed him instead.

"I never thought I'd confess my feelings for someone and then hex them straight after," he chuckled after a while, finally reaching the infirmary. You giggled, watching as Madam Pomfrey rushed out, her expression clearly frustrated with the state you were in. "Madam, she was hit with a slug-vomiting curse from a stupid Gryffindor second-year. Is there anything you can do?"

"Not really," she answered, ushering you to one of the beds. Draco followed, watching as she passed you a large bucket as you sat down. Next to you was a Ravenclaw girl in her fourth year who'd been hit by a bludger and fallen off her broom in a game of Quidditch, and you assumed by the large cast on her leg that she'd broken a few bones. "We'll just have to wait until the effects of the curse wear off. Which should be in about ten minutes."

"Word of warning, there's quite a few slugs wandering the school grounds now," you said with a depressed grin before throwing up again. Draco grimaced, glancing from you to Madam Pomfrey, who was sighing deeply and shaking her head. "Damn, what a shame. I was so excited for Defence Against the Dark Arts too. With Professor Umbridge, as well!"

Madam Pomfrey actually laughed at that, clearly disliking the new teacher as much as you and the other students too. It was obvious that teachers such as McGonagall and Flitwick didn't like her, as Umbridge had been incredibly rude and offensive to the two of them, but for Pomfrey to show extreme distaste towards someone was surprising.

"Shame you were cursed, then," she answered, before wandering off to attend to an older Hufflepuff student who appeared to be suffering from some sort of curse. Draco sat beside you, trying to avoid looking into the bucket of slugs.

"Bad time to ask you this, but do you want to go to Hogsmede next weekend?" he asked after a minute, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Really?" you chuckled, vomiting again and groaning. "You decide to ask me on a date while I'm throwing up?"

"Why not?" he asked with a grin, shaking his head and wondering why he'd asked at such a stupid point. "I guess it'd be funny to other people if they asked how we started dating."

"True," you giggled, slime dribbling from your chin. This wasn't exactly the most attractive thing ever, so you were surprised Draco was even asking you out. "So... does that mean we're a thing?"

"If you want it to," he answered, and you smiled.

"Sure!" you beamed, clapping your hands together and watching a slug try to escape the bucket. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Draco."

And with that, you vomited another slug into the bucket.

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