#they don't talk about being unhappy or angry and sort of are these delicate little china dolls of people

[carewyncromwell]

[HPHM] Erika Rath Playlist

suggested by @wangxianforever000 // featuring Anouk Hoogendijk as Erika

    “Overture” ~ Bring It On the musical

“We Will Rock You” ~ Queen

“Wizards in Winter” ~ Trans-Siberian Orchestra

“On Fire” ~ T. Powell

“No Way” ~ Six the Musical

“Enjoy the Silence” ~ Depeche Mode

“I Ain’t Movin’” ~ Des’ree

“Starlight Brigade” ~ TWRP

“The Hall of Fame” ~ the Script ft. Will.I.Am

Erika Rath was one of the best Beaters the Ravenclaw Quidditch team saw in its history. From the time she joined the team in her second year, her talent was undeniable, and she would go on to help her team win the Quidditch Cup five out of her seven years at school. Erika’s talent, however, came about not just from her own great physical strength and resilience, but from a lot of hard work. The Raths are a very poised, soft-spoken magical family, running a home with no raised voices or flaring tempers and everything having its place, and are best known for their work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Yet from the time Erika was little, she knew she could never fit into the mold set by her grandmother, father, uncles, and older brothers. Instead her one true love soon became Quidditch, which she found a safe place to vent her silent frustrations and bond with others without having to talk a lot. Although Erika’s grandmother and extended family are rather passive-aggressive in their disapproval of her life choices, her father and brothers are fortunately a bit more supportive, in their own understated way. They weren’t the sort to openly contradict the family matriarch or speak out in Erika’s defense, but they would send her Quidditch books and merchandise for her favorite Quidditch team, the Wigtown Wanderers, as Christmas presents. Speaking of the Wigtown Wanderers, Erika’s main rival at Hogwarts was Slytherin Chaser Skye Parkin, who started unfounded rumors about Erika stealing her teammate Carewyn Cromwell’s new Cleansweep between matches. The debacle resulted in Carewyn leaving the Slytherin team and Skye and Erika constantly butting heads for the rest of their school career. Eventually Skye ended up being one of Erika’s teammates when the two joined the Wigtown Wanderers as adults. It took a very long time for them to “bury the hatchet” so to speak, but over time (and with a lot of counseling from Skye’s old friends, Montrose Magpie Chaser Orion Amari and up-and-coming Quidditch commentator Murphy McNully), the two were able to find a way to communicate properly and pull together to bring their team victory. During the Second Wizarding War, Erika even helped Orion go into hiding with his infant daughter Eos and -- alongside Skye, Andre Egwu, Oliver Wood, and other members from the Quidditch league -- returned to Hogwarts for the final battle against Voldemort. Erika and her associates ended up forming something of an “air force,” attacking the Death Eaters, Snatchers, giants, and acromantula from above on their brooms in battle-like formations.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #erika rath #playlist #just like with orion I gave rath a neutral color palette since she's sometimes ravenclaw and sometimes slytherin #this was a really fun challenge! #I've always liked rath as a character but we still haven't gotten as much material for her as I'd like #even now that she's on the friends list now post-quidditch-season-two #in carewyn's storyline she doesn't play quidditch so I spread out the quidditch season 1 plotline to encompass her entire school career #therefore erika and skye feud until their seventh year when they're going to graduate #and carewyn brings slytherin victory when it's orion's last possible chance to win the quidditch cup for their house #I love the thought of erika who's always been such a bad-ass on a broom #wanting to stick by her friends so much that she'll use all of those skills on a broom and with a wand and bat to protect them #and kick death eater arse too! <3 #but yeah the reason I see erika being such a strong and silent type is because her family is so quiet #they don't talk about being unhappy or angry and sort of are these delicate little china dolls of people #who value peace and order at all costs and sort of expect everything to be clean and pristine #erika rebels against a lot of that but at the same time still doesn't exactly know how to communicate well #because she never learned how to talk to people without being supercilious and passive-aggressive #so she speaks bluntly with no filters without understanding how that in turn doesn't exactly help #her arc therefore is kind of learning how to balance out the extreme #being blunt honest and forceful and yet also not being so stubborn rigid and uncompromising that you can't grow #'wizards in winter' is one of my absolute favorite TSO pieces I was so thrilled I got to include it X3

[miraimisu]

25, whatever ship you want :D

[writing asks] [part 1]

Parties are loud, and Gladion dislikes loud.

He doesn't like how the music pounds in his ears. He doesn't like how the crowd is so overwhelmingly big that he's getting lightheaded. He doesn't like the stench of alcohol, nor the sheen of sweat developing at the back of his neck.

That thing with shorts and a tanktop and curves dancing on the dancefloor is something he does like, though– maybe a bit too much, at least for his own good.

Moon might be only one of their group with enough guts to go there and dance like she owns the whole place, swaying to the mad rhythm in a sea of people. It's surprising that he hasn't lost sight of her, but it's not like he has much more to do than stare and watch like the sucker he is.

Hau suggested he could join her, before he was pulled to the dancefloor as well.

He has a point, but Gladion isn't about to admit that now, not when watching Moon is enough and he doesn't have to join her and he can imagine she's the only one dancing in the pub–

"Hey, blondie."

Gladion turns his head to a girl. Long wavy hair flowing around her seamlessly. Perfect make-up, short clothes and a cup on her hand. Blue eyes that sparkle under the disco lights.

He takes a sip of his drink and acknowledges her with a curt nod of his head. He hopes that will be enough to tell her he's not interested. After all, it's worked before.

Not this time.

"A guy as pretty as you shouldn't be alone in a party like this," she drawls out, dragging a finger up and down his arm. It puts Gladion off. "Don't you wanna dance?"

He looks away when she steps closer. "No, thanks."

"Aw, why? You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

His eyes drift to the dancefloor, where he spots his jackpot within seconds– and she's looking at him, too. Her body keeps swaying, she keeps spinning and moving, but her eyes are fixed on him like a magnet– except she looks away the moment their eyes lock, and a flicker of smugness growing within Gladion.

Looks like he's not the only one with only one target in mind. It relieves him, almost. But then, he remembers the very persistent girl standing beside him.

He's tempted to play along, see what reaction he'd get out of Moon– but that would be a tad too petty.

The girl smirks. "So… no girlfriend?"

Gladion shrugs and takes a hard sip of his drink. "Depends on what you define as a girlfriend."

She flicks her hair over her shoulder with a brilliantly arrogant smile, the kind that would have interested Gladion before he met his friends and Moon. She steps right in front of him, and Gladion makes no attempt to move away– he knows she'll chase after, and he's admittedly curious about what she could want.

Her fingertips settle on his collarbone.

"We could have a good time," she purrs, very close to his ear. "I know a nice place we could go on a ride for. We can ditch this place and… you know, have some fun. I'll give you something to remember."

He hates this. The touching, the intimate proximity, how this girl is just too close; he's never dealt well with these things. Why did he even agree to coming here? He could have stayed in his bedroom back in the resort, reading a book or playing with Silvally.

Gladion looks for a source of escape, anxiously seeking Hau or Lillie out. But in the middle of the dancefloor, he spots Moon looking at him, and for a split second, she looks confused– but someone approaches her from behind, a man with broad shoulders, and he can hear her squeaking from here.

The girl before him taps his shoulder. "Hey, are you listening to me? What's your problem?"

He has a lot of problems, chief among which being that he can see the guy grabbing Moon's hips from behind, and she's gone from observing him to having fun again, and he can only wonder if she's trying to tick him off like he was tempted to do earlier.

Moon cranes her head towards him and shoots him a playful wink– and that's about enough for him.

His grip on his glass tightens. Gladion gently pushes the girl off and drowns the rest of his drink in one gulp that leaves him dizzy for two good seconds.

"I have somewhere to be. Go look for a hookup elsewhere."

He hears the girl screech after him, but the noise is lost to the crowd he wades through. It reeks of alcohol and fun in here, exactly the two things he's bad at. He bumps into backs, arms, hands and dodges a drink by a hair's worth.

And when he reaches the center of the dancefloor, he's met with Moon, Lillie and Hau, swaying to the rhythm. Hau has his hands on Lillie, more protective than touchy, and Moon's hands are busy on another guy's chest, singing the words to a song Gladion can't hear through the pumping of blood in his ears.

All at once, he grabs one of Moon's hands and swivels her to his side, shooting the touchy guy a murderous glare before turning to Moon, who is grinning like she knew she'd get that reaction out of him.

So he does the only thing he knows: drag her away by the hand, careful to avoid the spot where he left the girl from earlier.

The second they bust into the night, he takes a big mouthful of air, letting go of Moon as she fans herself. The music from the pub rumbles outside like an underwater echo.

She chuckles mischievously. "Someone got upset really quick. Didn't you say you could deal with it?"

"Deal with what, exactly?" He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looks away. "With the loud music? The stench of alcohol? Those overly bright lights? How touchy everyone is?"

Moon smiles, hiding her hands behind herself with a snicker. "So you really are upset. I never thought you could lose your cool so quickly. You said parties were for babies."

"I didn't–"

"And when Hau mentioned you could stay back, you said you weren't a quitter."

"What does that–"

"And when Lillie said that the music would be too loud, you said you could handle it just fine–"

"That's not why I'm pissed off, okay?"

Far from impressed, Moon folds her arms, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "Were you really angry that a guy was dancing with me?"

His eyes narrow. The truth is too shameful to admit, even if it's burning at the tip of his tongue. His body swells, wanting to get it out, but he ends up looking away, trying not to look bothered. "Not at all. Why would I be? We agreed this- we- that we weren't looking for anything, didn't we?"

Moon has a similar reaction to his, surprisingly. Her whole expression compresses and she looks away to the Alolan sea beyond the city, frowning with a proud expression. "E-Exactly. We can do whatever we want."

"Yeah..."

"With whomever we want."

"R-Right."

Moon's eyes flicker back to him. He doesn't miss how she's playing with the short sleeves of her shirt. "S-So you weren't bothered at all?"

"I– I already said I wasn't," Gladion insists, praying that the night will hide the blush in his cheeks. Moon lets out a little noise, the little one she'd make when she's unhappy. "Why are you asking? Do you think I didn't see you staring at me when I had that girl all over me?"

Her eyes widen, and an outrageously noticeable blush tints her cheeks, making him smirk. She backs away, pointing a finger at him. "I saw you staring too, don't think I'm an idiot! Did you think you could make me jealous with that girl? That's pathetic."

She knows him too well. His arrogance dissipates immediately. "I wasn't even trying to. Is that why you were dancing with that guy, to make me jealous?"

Deep inside, he's looking for a yes. He's looking for that inexplicable possession he has inside for her, but reflected right in her. Gladion wants to know if whatever these feelings are could be remotely reciprocated, because he's past denying he doesn't feel anything for her anymore.

However, it's easier to be quiet than to confront her with the truth when they have such a convenient pact that isn't that convenient anymore, apparently.

Moon huffs, turning away from him.

"W-Well, not at all, but you really deserved it as payback."

"Payback for what?"

The words escape him before he can stop them, and it leaves them soaking in a very heavy silence. He's sure both know the truth: they were jealous, but he can't be so sure when she will step away from talking about their relationship all the damn time– not like he's any better, anyway.

So they're stuck in this limbo of knowing too much but speaking too little, where they can't be with anyone else but not with each other, either.

He's already said he wasn't trying to make her jealous, and he knows Moon is too prideful to admit she was just as petty as he wanted to be back there.

She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. All the vitality and spring that's surrounded her all night is suddenly gone. "I'm going back."

"Back where?"

"To my bedroom," she says as she brushes past him. "I don't really feel like dancing anymore."

Unlike the Champion she is, she drags her feet out of Heahea city and towards the resort, and as tempted as he is to seek resolution and talk things out, all he can do is bite his tongue until he bleeds and follow her– he's never felt like dancing anyway.

—

They walk into the empty hotel in silence, and the ride up the elevator is awkward.

In an ideal night, he would have had enough tolerance to walk into the dancefloor and dance the night away with her and his friends. He would have had fun, no touchy girls would have triggered a silly game between them. Maybe the ride that's now stiff and cold would have been filled with kisses and longing touches, but none of the sort seems to be going to happen.

When they reach their floor, Moon high tails it to her door, only two rooms away from his. She stands there, looking at her card and her door as Gladion contemplates the worth of talking to her and apologizing for being so impossible.

He sighs, deeming it to be not worth it now, and looks for his card in his pocket.

"I don't… wanna be like this."

He turns to Moon, who is fidgeting with her card as she approaches him, smaller than he's ever seen her. A delicate tendril of fear tickles his spine. "Like what?"

"Not talking to each other," she sighs, finally looking up at him. "When we agreed to this, I told you I wanted us to still be friends over anything else. I'd rather we stopped being… this before we end up never talking to one another ever again."

Gladion sighs, too. "I doubt that would ever happen– but do you want us to, um, stop?"

Moon turns her head to the wall, embarrassed as can be. "Do you?"

He folds his arms, playing with the card to his room between his fingers. "Not exactly, but– but I don't like it when I don't know what you're feeling."

"We said no–"

"No feelings, I know," he stresses, combing through his fringe to hide his blush with gritted teeth. "B-But I don't know what you want from me, and I don't know what I can want from you, either."

Moon tenses up, much like a Skarmory surrounded by Glalie, and stays silent. They stare at one another, clueless as to how to continue. Neither can have what they want unless they speak up, but Gladion knows that if he tells her he wants more out of this deal, she'll back out, because she was the one who put the no feelings rule.

He should have backed out of it before he knew what it was like to kiss her, to tease her, to sleep with her.

Gladion squares his jaw and turns around. He grabs his room card, slides it across the lock; when the lock doesn't open, he slides it again with a groan, then another–

Suddenly, Moon's arms wrap around his middle, startling him. Her face burrows in his back, hands tightly entwined over his belly.

"I… I want you to be mine."

He swears his mind breaks, and he needs a second to make sure he heard that right.

"You… what?"

She pushes harder against him, hugging him tighter. "I don't like it when I see other girls flirting with you, okay? I hate it. I'm scared someone's gonna snatch you away when I'd like to be in that place instead. I don't wanna let you go, e-even if we kind of agreed this wasn't anything serious."

Air leaves his body, and in the silence that ensues, Moon's fingers bunch the front of his shirt. He hopes she can't hear the pounding of his heart, the little shaky smile threatening to break his persona to pieces–

Instead, he grabs her arm and swerves her against the door of his room, kissing her fervently. She sighs, tangling her hands into his hair and wrapping her legs around his hips tight. He holds her tight and enthusiastically, sneaking his fingers past the hem of her shorts and nipping her lip as they kiss messily, aimlessly. She tugs at his hair, tilting his head to kiss him deeper, and the way she handles him makes his stomach twist in the best of ways.

Their tongues meet, growing more desperate and more needy with each brush, every touch, and the little moans he's pulling out of her make him pull away before someone discovers them like this.

But she pulls him back in, looping her arms around his neck and evidently unwilling to let him go. With a growl, he decisively pushes his card past the lock again, and when the light shines green, he fumbles with the knob to let them past his door.

Gladion slams the door close, pushing her against it, and she whimpers in response, peppering his neck with kisses that take his breath away. He touches her skin, relishes in how warm she is, and softly moans in relief when her hands sneak past the divide of his shirt, working on undoing the buttons.

He peels her off the door, stumbles towards his bed and dumps her there unceremoniously before undoing the last of his buttons and discarding his shirt. They hurriedly kick off their shoes. He climbs onto the bed and kisses her again, digging his fingers into her hair and looking for the clasp of her bra blindly.

He can see himself falling from stoic grace and decides he'll enjoy every second of it.

They have made out before. They have made love had sex before.

And yet, tonight feels a lot more important and earnest than before. Like they're walking into something new, soft and lovely. Moon gently pushes him away, panting. Breathing ragged, he presses his forehead against hers. When he looks into her eyes, he knows he's doomed. "I'm not good with sharing."

A little dazed, she blinks. "Huh?"

"I don't want to share you with anyone else," he admits a little hoarsely. "You– You're mine. And I don't want to share. I– I refuse to share. I just can't. Not anymore."

Before she can reply, he lowers his lips to her neck, sucking a mark on right below her jaw, a spot he knows she likes. Moon cries with gusto, digging her nails into his bare back, as though she knows he likes the marks.

It helps him remember she wants him just as much as he wants her.

When he pulls away, smirking, he finds her to be swimming in palpable and delightful lust. He's been in this situation with her a couple of times already during their vacation, and he has the gut feeling he'll never get tired of seeing her like this.

With a delicate sigh, he leans down again, kissing her softly. "You're mine," he whispers between kisses, caressing the milky skin under her shirt. He feels the heave of her chest, hears the breathless little mewls rolling out of her. "I don't share. You're mine now."

Chuckling, she grabs his cheeks with a smile. The sight makes his whole being warm up with sheer affection for her. "Then you're mine, too. Only mine. I'm not sharing."

"Don't worry," he whispers against her lips, kissing her again. "I'm not leaving anytime soon."

When her lips are swollen and her breath is ragged again, he descends to the sweet spot of her neck, gently making his way down to her collarbone. He peppers her skin with kisses as he carefully works on the buttons of her shorts, looking at her in askance, seeking permission.

Moon drags her nails down his chest. "Take them off."

So he does.

#ask #lonashipping #gladimoon #pokemon #heavily T rated #it's not M rated because yours truly had no time LMAO #outing myself with the thirst ngl #these requests are gonna be an onslaught of dirt #not that kind of dirty #the ;)) dirt #featuring jealousy #which I've never written before #not to this steamy extent at least LMAO #but just have the kids trying to be sneaky until it ends a little sour until it DOESN'T #JUST ENJOY TEXTY <333