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Regulus: So we can be friends who sleep together, right?

James: Absolutely, this will just be something we do, like Quidditch!

Regulus: Sounds smart and healthy to me!

Regulus: So, just out of curiosity, do you currently have any other Quidditch buddies?

James: Just your brother

Regulus: …

James: Although that’s actually Quidditch

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Smell You Later- Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!S.Coups x Slytherin Quidditch Captain!Reader (Gender Neutral)

What are the odds one Potions class could shake things up between two house Quidditch captains?

Word Count: 4996 | Rivals to Lovers, Hogwarts AU (sortings/headcanons for each member here) | Warnings: You go through some physical strife a bit at one point, but it’s not violent, you’re just really winded & stuff. Wandless magic is canonically very difficult stuff 🤕 also some swears 😅

Tagging @belladaises on request- feel free to join the taglist for Hogwarts AUs too or anything 🥰

Practice was over.

Rough day chasing, too, because half your Beater duo was so eager to send it flying you were having to spend the game with your portion of Slytherin reminding them you wouldn’t actually be playing against maniacs.

“Until you’re up against Gryffindor-have you seen Soonyoung?”

A fair point from Hogwarts’s Quidditch commentator, a Hufflepuff named Seungkwan who was friends with a couple of your teammates, who’d decided to watch you guys play.

“He’s even worse than Jeonghan.”

“Hey,” your exuberant Beater exclaimed, “I’m just doing my job! And besides, they’re indebted to me for convincing the referee we were tied even though they clearly shot three points!”

“Yeah, well, you aren’t Slytherin for no reason,” Seungkwan shot back.

“Oi, enough out of you,” you swooped in closer to the Hufflepuff as you landed, shaking some sweat from your hair, “you said you were rooting for us!”

“Well yeah, only because a ton of my friends are in Slytherin and I don’t want to give Soonyoung the satisfaction.”

“Well, then you should be happy that we’re going to crush him.”

“Once you get that one play down.”

“Once we get this one play down,” you repeated with a small grimace.

The sun was beating down, school having just returned to session from summer, so you went to the pitch’s well to scoop yourself up a drink. As you gulped down the refreshing coolness, flicking away the remains that trickled down your chin and dripping a bit down the front of your heavy green Quidditch robes, you heard Jeonghan’s slightly raised voice.

“Quit doing that, you’re lions, not tigers!”

Such a quip could only mean one thing: Gryffindor had entered the pitch. Sure enough, as you turned around your eyes were met with an array of heavy robes just like yours, but red and gold replaced your-more elegant, in your opinion- green and silver. They all had their brooms in hand, of course, and were led by Choi Seungcheol.

Gryffindor’s Keeper and captain, leader of the team rivaling the one you spearheaded. He smiled, eyes sparkling mischievously, when his gaze met yours.

“What’s this I hear about a difficult play? That’s probably the one we mastered last week, huh guys?”

You smiled and shook your head in disbelief. No ill will toward Gryffindor- in fact, two of your friends played on the team and half your mates were buddies with Soonyoung and Seungcheol- but they still got under your skin, especially the captain. Just one look at his smug face and you were ready to crush him. Competition was competition, after all, and pride ran high in both your houses.

“No, we already learned how to hit a ball in First Year,” you shot back with a nod at the Beaters, “but it’s nice to see Soonyoung almost has it down.”

“Has Jeonghan stopped hitting his own teammates?” The tiger lover in question asked you, shading his grin with a gloved hand.

“He’s never actually hit us before,” Joshua, your Keeper, countered, “so that’s one thing you two have in common.”

For that one, you reached up and gave Joshua a high-five so coordinated you never even turned to look at each other. Suddenly, the sun didn’t seem so stifling, your energy less depleted and practice less feckless. You had a battle to fight.

“Is that the play you practiced, (y/n)?” Seungcheol asked, inclining his head in the general direction of where the high-five occurred.

“No, we’re just that in sync,” you replied, “aren’t we, Joshua?” Your teammate hummed in response, bringing a smile to your face. “Jealous?”

“You wish,” Seungcheol replied with another smirk and shake of his head, “you guys done with the pitch for the day?”

“Yeah,” you replied, banter over for the afternoon, “go for it. Get ready: first match is us.”

“Don’t I know it,” he said, and with that he waved the rest of Gryffindor forward, striding past you as you left- well, all of you but Seungkwan, who watched pretty much every practice due to his diverse friend group, “it’ll be legendary as always, especially when we win.”

“Smell you later,” Chan, your Seeker, called out as your teams pass each other.

Your hand hit your forehead. “Chan, that was immature.”

The Gryffindors snickered and, knowing Chan, Seungcheol full-on laughed. Guy had a nice laugh, but there was no appreciating the sound made at your expense.

“I didn’t know you were letting First Years join the team, (y/n),” he commented.

After they passed, you shook your head and hissed to Chan, “You know what, I’m with him on that one. You need to work on your smack talk.”

“They do smell, though,” Chan protested, wrinkling his nose and crossing his arms as best as he could with a broomstick in hand, “haven’t you noticed Seungcheol almost always smells like glove leather even off the pitch? That’s why he tries to cover it up with that dumb cologne.”

“No,” you answer, “I can’t say I’ve ever thought that hard about what Seungcheol smells like, but hey, you do you, man. Whatever floats your boat.”

Chan spluttered defenses that had you and the rest of Slytherin laughing as you hung your broomsticks and threw your outer sporting robes in your lockers.

~

Whizzing narrowly past a Bludger, you waved a finger and charmed a spark to catch Jeonghan’s attention, taking a few deep breaths and putting all your energy into steadying yourself afterward. It was the one bit of wandless you could do, and boy did it knock the wind out of you, but having a silent signaling system worked wonders for your team. And as dedicated to beating Gryffindor as you were, that possibility and the guarantee of their shocked looks was worth feeling like you’d been punched in the gut for a minute. The wind whipping in your ear suddenly seemed twice as loud.

Huffing, you banked hard, eyes on the Quaffle, this time dodging the Bludger that Jeonghan sent back towards your opponents and straight into Soonyoung’s flight pattern, sending the energetic boy swerving as you landed a score past him.

“Nice one!”

“Lucky shot!” Soonyoung complained, flying past you with his tongue sticking out. Who was acting like a First Year again?

“Oh-ho! I don’t know what that light-up thing was all about, but it looks like Soonyoung didn’t either!” Seungkwan caught his friend’s glare, smiled and waved at him, then continued at the big round mic. “And despite that weird bank of (y/n)’s, Slytherin scores again!”

“Hey, whose side are you on?” You called to your friend, who flapped his black and yellow scarf at you.

“Hufflepuff,” he replied into the mic, earning a chastising “Focus” from the nearest professor, who was obviously not a Hufflepuff.

As you flew on, though, the feeling of doubled-over exhaustion wasn’t leaving your body. Maybe practicing the signal play every day was pushing you too far. Heaving another deep breath, you fought on, almost getting hit twice but never letting the lions get the best of you. In the end, you won the game, but your voice was barely strong enough to cheer, even as you masked it with the wide smile nothing would fight.

As soon as your team got off the pitch you let yourself go, stumbling and clutching your chest, barely making it to the bench in the locker room. The rest of your team milled around you, Chan shaking you and asking if you were ok and Joshua taking your hand, telling you to never try that move again if it hurt you.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, “just drained is all. I may lay down for a bit.”

“Get water! Get water!” You heard Jeonghan and Amir, another Chaser, calling out as Chan left the room for some before your eyelids fluttered shut, your body falling to lay on your side.

“Hey, what’s all the commotion?”

“(y/n) isn’t feeling good, so we’re getting water,” Joshua answers, hand still clutching yours.

Your eyelids had fluttered open at the new voices in the room, vision revealing lights too bright for your headache as well as Seungcheol and Soonyoung, who surely heard their friends’ concern.

“You fool,” Seuncheol tuts, not unkindly despite the insult, “wandless magic isn’t something even most adult witches and wizards attempt. All that for a game?”

“I…beat you, didn’t I?” You croaked, lips curving a bit into a faint smile.

“Yeah, I guess you did. Here.” Reaching into the satchel he always took up after a game, he extended a hand to you, fingers curled around a dark green bottle.

“Are you…trying to poison me?”

“Enough jokes,” he said firmly, smile fading as his gloved hand took the bottle’s metal-topped stopper out, “Drink this. Please.”

Joshua helped you into a seated position, taking the potion for you and holding it to your mouth. The draught tasted kind of minty, kind of tree-barky, and kind of like too-long-brewed coffee, but your headache was gone seconds later, strength flowing back into your limbs.

“Wiggenweld,” Seungcheol told you with a nod to the tiny, now-empty glass bottle Joshua handed him, “you feel better, right?”

You’d never seen him look at you with legitimate concern like that before, no smirk, just a softening of his features as his brown eyes bore into yours, brows creasing slightly as your silence lengthened. You opened your mouth, closed it again as his hand hit your shoulder, heavy and hot in its well-played-in leather glove, yet a welcome pressure.

“Come on. What’s going on?”

You shook your head, sitting up and shaking his hand off your shoulder. “Yeah, I do feel better. Thanks. Surprised you wasted a potion like that on a Slytherin.”

“A player in need is a player in need,” Seungcheol replied simply, shrugging and shaking his hair back into place as he stood back up from leaning over you.

Palming the hard bench seat, you rose to your feet, too, potion’s effects dulling your exhaustion so much you almost wondered why you were laying down in the first place.

“I’d hope you’d do the same for me,” Seungcheol continued, “though it looks like your team hasn’t figured out to keep medical supplies present.”

“That’s what Madame Pomfrey’s for,” you countered even though he had a point and, to his credit, really did care for his team, “but yeah, I’d sure think about it.”

He smiled at you, shaking his head in exasperation. “Best I can expect from a snake, huh? Well, good game, (y/n). Nice fakeout bank you did out there.” He extended a gloved hand.

Your newly bared palm stuck to the leather unpleasantly, but you still shook his hand. One thing you could say about Seungcheol, he was a hell of a Quidditch player. “Thank you. I practiced that one forever.”

“You were almost passing out and we both know it.”

“Alright, moment successfully ruined, thanks. Now get out, I gotta change,” you shooed your fellow team captain out of the locker room with a look of amusement.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled as you disappeared into a stall, bootsteps echoing in the stone room.

“I already said thank you!” You called back as you started removing your outer coat. “Are you adding greed to all the bravery and chivalry crap you guys tout?”

“Yeah,” he snorted, “they’re adding it at the same time as they put ‘foolhardy’ on the Slytherin crest.”

“Fools for the game!”

You heard him give that laugh of his. No more banter this time, though. “You’re funny.” And with that, he was back out into the pitch sun, heading for his own locker room, no doubt.

You were funny? Funny like stupid or funny like ha ha? How were you supposed to take that? Maybe it was supposed to be vague. Well, whatever. It’s not like you’d dwell on it.

~

“Wow, I heard you saved the Slytherin captain’s life, huh?”

You snorted. She didn’t even know your name, just that Seungcheol tossed you a potion after the game. Apparently your little stunt was giving Gryffindor some publicity too, at least in Rhea’s eyes.

“Whoa, is she putting the moves on Seungcheol?” Chan gaped at the girl who corned Gryffindor’s captain, gaze drifting up and down as he gave a short reply about how he just gave you what you needed, no crazy rumors necessary. You appreciated that, especially when you had seen his pride at work. That was a game face just like yours. “That’s crazy, she just dumped Matthew Kim, like, two days ago- does she only date within the Gryffindor team?”

Rolling your eyes at the way she put her hand on his shoulder and snorting as he politely brushed it off, you shrugged and replied, “Well, good luck to her. Bro code, not to mention she’s not his type.”

Chan’s eyes bugged as he glanced between you and her. “What do you mean? She’s gorgeous! I wouldn’t mind if she tried Slytheri-”

You held up a hand for him to stop, grimacing. “Yeah, I’ll just stop you right there. I just mean Seungcheol likes someone who looks out for others and cares for them- that’s his type, not some self-serving rebounding-”

“Whoa, whoa, ok, point taken, red flags,” Chan shot back, hands raised in defense, “how do you know Seungcheol’s type though?”

“I’ve heard him say it,” you shrugged again, book bag jostling at your side, “I could tell you Seungkwan’s type too.”

“Yeah,” Chan agreed, hands sliding into his pockets, “who doesn’t know Seungkwan’s type? He’s even more of a hopeless romantic than Soonyoung.”

You spluttered out a laugh at that as you made your way to your house dungeon’s stairs, glancing one more time at Rhea, who was walking away from Seungcheol with the pout and crossed arms of a girl unsuccessful, with a smirk of amusement. That’s what she got for just calling you ‘the Slytherin captain’- you’d fought hard putting Gryffindor through hell to make sure Seungcheol remembered your name and never forgot it.

Rhea could never.

She didn’t care about him. She wasn’t, what was it, funny?

~

Oh, shit. Shit. You were late for Potions with Gryffindor of all classes; Snape was going to kill you. Ok, maybe not kill you since you were in his house, but he’d make some snide remark and may have you stay after to clean up, which would send a wave of lateness through your day that may not look great to blame on a professor. But taking the fall would annoy you on principle because you may not have had to deal with that if Snape had just let you go with some points off, which you could only pray he did.

All that because of a stained house scarf and a forgotten spell. Jeez, you felt like an idiot.

Luckily for your pride, Snape wasn’t in the main Potions room when you got in, but you had to take the last empty space on a Gryffindor-Slytherin split, next to Jeonghan luckily but equally unfortunately across from Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

The room was dim as always, lit only by torches and cauldron fire like the creepy dungeon it was, and it smelled odd, too. Something else snaked over the room’s usual musty smell, something less dank and far more overpowering. At first, there was a waft of your favorite baked good amidst the smells of Quidditch pitch grass, must, and flame, then… cologne.

Oh, Merlin’s beard, that was strong. It had to be someone at your table, right? And there was no way it was Jeonghan, despite him being right next to you. He never wore musky stuff like that- he was a floral guy and you knew it. Seungcheol or Soonyoung then.

Wait, didn’t Chan just say something about the captain’s cologne last week? Something about it covering up the leather stink. Speaking of leather stink, oh man…

“Wow, Chan was right, Seungcheol,” you teased your rival captain, “you do smell like sweaty leather.”

“(y/n),” Jeonghan’s voice came at your side.

You just shrugged, giving him a breezy smile. All the Gryffindors and Slytherins knew you were joking more than anything. Heck, your Seeker and their Beater ran the dance club together! They’d said worse things than that before- Soonyoung once called Joshua a Frog Face despite that not being true at all. Speaking of Soonyoung, he gave his captain a funny look, brows furrowing, then raising as he gave him side eyes. Seungcheol barely spared him a glance, eyes focused straight on you. Ha.

“And you think you have enough cologne on over it? I think maybe Chan was right.”

“(y/n)?” Jeonghan again, this time with a questioning tone, his leg reaching out to kick yours gently under the table.

You ignored him, eyes squarely on Seungcheol, who still hadn’t come up with a rebuttal. Instead, he just…leaned back in his chair with a little smile, eyes falling from you. Soonyoung looked pretty happy, too, but he was looking you in the eye.

“What?” You asked him.

“Snape had to get some supplies, but he had us write this down in our notes about his potion. That one over there.” Nodding towards the cauldron on the flame, its open surface coated with a gorgeous iridescent sheen with shifting colors you wanted to stare at, Soonyoung flapped a piece of parchment in your face, breaking the shining effect.

The parchment read: Amortentia. Strongest known love potion. Distinct mother-of-pearl sheen and infatuating effects. It smells unique to its beholder, reminding them of their favorite things as well as the object of their affection.

“Seungcheol isn’t wearing any cologne today. I saw him getting ready right next to me,” the Gryffindor added smugly.

Was he really trying to say you liked Seungcheol? Sure, you respected his leadership even if you gave him a hard time for it, and sure, you’d always enjoyed keeping up the banter and had the most fun playing his team, and sure, you never saw him the same since that day he gave you that healing essence, looking at you with such care and laughing that laugh of his as he left, calling you funny, which stuck in your head because what did that mean-

Shit. Ok, be cool, be cool. Lie. “Well,” you crossed your arms, leaning back in your stool and inhaling that cursed intoxicating air, “that obviously doesn’t apply to me, so someone else must have the same one.”

Best you could do. Glancing back to Seungcheol, though, you saw the last thing you would have expected. His expression fell from a smile to something softer, sadder? Something swam in those dark eyes you’d never seen before.

“W-would that really be so bad?” He asked quietly, wringing his hands atop the heavy wooden table, “I…kind of thought we had something.”

“Oooooh!”

“Soonyoung, not now,” Jeonghan waved a hand across the table in front of his face.

“All the back and forth was really fun, I guess I thought we were flirting?” He looked truly surprised, clueless, almost sweetly innocent, like a kid on the playground falling off the swings for the first time. Maybe you two had been acting like kids.

For what felt like the first time in your life, you could not come up with a comeback for the life of you. As your lips parted, working faster than your brain, which seemed to have slowed considerably the moment Seungcheol looked back up, staring into your eyes once more…

“Here are the last ingredients. Class will begin.”

…in walked, or more like floated with those robes of his, Professor Snape, who waved your heads immediately up at him and back down into your lesson on how to brew the potion that had sent your metaphorical foot careening so violently into your mouth.

Or so you couldn’t help but think as you worked, Jeonghan trying his best to help you and even calling over your friend and housemate Mingyu while you spent half the time stealing glances at Seungcheol. Soonyoung whispered something to him. He glanced at you, met your eyes, smiled a bit awkwardly, then wider when you ventured a wave. Seriously, what was wrong with you- what were you guys, eight?

Where was that bravado that was so easy to hide behind? God, you wished you were back on the pitch. Everything made sense fifty feet in the air with a broomstick in hand. Then, your body was in the clouds, not your mind.

“N- Need help crushing the pearls?” Seungcheol’s voice cut into your reverie as he leaned across the table toward you. “I know that’s one of the hardest parts,” he says to you.

“What, because you’re so buff?” Teasing was just easier, though it may not have been the best choice, as he leaned a bit back again, looking rejected. “No,” you hastily amended, “that was a compliment! Like, being buff is a good thing? Unless that wasn’t what you were going for, then stop working out I guess?” Laughing nervously, you mentally kicked yourself. Apparently you really did only know how to speak to Seungcheol in banter.

“Oh,” he responded dumbly, running a hand through his hair as he reached gently for the pearls at your station, “you think I’m… thanks.” This time it was his turn to laugh nervously. “I didn’t know you were looking.”

Neither did I, you wanted to say.

~

Scurrying out of Potions was an action surprisingly motivated more by Snape than by your fellow Quidditch captain, who shot out of the dark room just as fast as your punishment avoidance. Neither of you moved half as fast to head to your next class, though.

Seungcheol met you right around the corner from the steps back up into the castle, wetting his lips nervously as he stood to face you. “Hey, I- I’m really sorry if Soonyoung put you on the spot, but I really do need to know if you’re comfortable saying. Mine… My, er, my Amortentia, if you will, it smelled like you. It was broomstick straw, my favorite ice cream from Fortescue’s, and the scent you wear. I catch it every time you pass me on the pitch, but I never told you how nice I thought it was because I thought we weren’t doing that in front of the guys.”

You were his Amortentia?

At this point, at the way he looked at you- and how could you never have realized what all those smirks did to you, how the feeling of Seungcheol’s eyes on you was all you were looking for, how possessive you felt when anyone else showed interest in him and yet more satisfied still when they got rejected- it was a fight to keep a borderline hysterical burst of laughter from bubbling up. As was your wont, your mouth worked faster than your brain, articulating the first thoughts that rose to your swimming head. “Dude, if you really thought all that was going on, why didn’t you ever just kiss me?”

Seungcheol took a step closer to you, eyes drifting slightly down and back up, expression still uncertain even as you were practically backed against the castle’s stone wall. “Do you want me to?” He asked.

“Why would I say that if I didn’t want you to?”

“You are very hard to read!” He shot back, hands raising in defense, though the remainder of his posture stayed the same, not a single step taken from its proximity to you.

“Well, if I’m so hard to read, fine.” And with that, you stepped forward away from the wall completely, ignoring the weight of your book bag swinging into your side as you took his face in your hands, barely pausing to appreciate the warmth meeting your palms before you pulled his lips into yours.

He responded immediately, one hand wrapping around your waist as his lips worked. It surprised you how sweet of a kisser he was, every motion gentle, reverent, loving? Whatever it was, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft with just the faintest bit of wind chap you were sure you had too from all your time on a broomstick. And for all your talk of banter and tension, all you could feel as Seungcheol held you there like thatwas right. For the first time, you forgot to compete, just reveling in the feeling of his warmth around you. And then as you pulled away, he gripped you tighter still, a wide but tentative smile on your face. You just nodded.

“Yeah, I felt it too.”

“I didn’t say anything yet.”

“Well,” your eyelashes fluttered as you leaned in towards him again, “I may be hard to read, but I guess I have you figured out.”

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned forward a bit too, just to bump his forehead against yours. “Well, you need some chapstick.”

“So do you,” you shot back, giving him a playful shove.

Banter just worked for you guys. “Well, guess if we’re going to keep on like this, someone has to buy some.”

“Rock paper scissors. Loser buys the chapstick?”

He chuckled, then that competitive smirk you’d come to love returned. “You’re on.”

He threw scissors, you threw rock. Pumping your fist, you exclaimed “Yes! Ha, take that! I knew a Gryffindor would throw a weapon!”

“But did you know he’d do this?”

And there you were, back locked in another kiss. This time though, he pulled apart first, eyes wide. “Oh, wait, shit, we’re going to be late for class.”

You arched a brow. “You stopped kissing me for that?”

“It’s Herbology, I have to go all the way to the greenhouse.”

You stuck your tongue out. “Sucks to be you, I have Divination with Hufflepuff, so all I have to do is climb up.”

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” Seungcheol waved a hand, finally walking away, though his eyes stayed on you, winking, “smell you later.”

“Yeah,” you just agreed, shaking your head just as incredulously as it was fondly, “I guess so. You’re lucky I don’t mind the leather.”

~

“I can’t believe Amir is stepping down from the team!” Joshua lamented.

“I know,” you replied, arms crossed, “but I understand. He messed up his shoulder pretty bad, so I wouldn’t ask him to keep on. At least we get some young blood on the team, right?”

“Right. I think our new player shows promise, too” Joshua replies, gaze leaving you to travel across the pitch, where the new girl, a Fourth Year Slytherin named Jess, chatted with Chan.

You roll your eyes at your Seeker’s emphatic, expressive motions. Even for a dancer you could tell he was being dramatic, especially with the proud kid look on his face. “I better go see what they’re talking about, though,” you tell him, shouldering your broomstick and crossing the pitch grass.

“What’s he telling you?” You called to Jess, sauntering over. “Don’t let him scare you off.”

She shook her head, blonde hair falling into her eyes and back out. “No, he was actually telling me about all the times we’ve beat Gryffindor’s arses,” she answered in her thick brogue, “and how you ‘n’ the Gryffindor captain are always goin’ head to head!”

Biting back a more like mouth to mouth joke, you simply replied, “Maybe sometimes, but it’s all in good fun. Seungcheol’s a great leader; I respect him.”

Her blue eyes widened in awe before blinking back the day’s warm sun. “I thought you two hated each other?”

“No,” Chan interjected, singsonging, “I told you! They looooove each other!”

Hand on her hip, Jess just side-eyed him. “Very funny, of course they don-”

“Still not done with the pitch, babe?”

Your body swiveled immediately at the familiar voice, eyes laying on Seungcheol, who strode up to you as he shrugged his crimson jacket on. As if instinct, you jogged right over, boots crunching on the grass as you bounced into his side, crashing into him for a messy side hug that he pulled you further into. That day, he had worn his cologne, a scent now beyond familiar to you especially when he bugged you, then you jokingly blamed it for having to deal with him.

“Leave us alone, we have a new recruit,” you whined into his shoulder, motioning to Jess with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around him.

“Don’t blame her when your maneuvers go wrong.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you wish you had her.”

“We can’t steal another house’s players. Otherwise we would’ve stolen you already,” Seungcheol remarked, glancing down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Hey,” Chan butt in, looking up from re-lacing his boots, “not me?”

“Sorry, (y/n) is the only one up to our beauty standards.”

“How’d you get in, then?” Chan muttered.

“Hey!” Both you and Seungcheol exclaimed.

Jess, for her part, had deer-in-the-headlights eyes as her had bounced between you three like it was a table tennis match.

“Too mean,” you admonished your Seeker, “unsportsmanlike conduct.”

“You said I needed to work on my trash talk,” he pouted.

“Yeah, tell him he can’t get his Beaters in control, don’t insult his appearance when you’re clearly jealous.”

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, pausing for a heartbeat, “and thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, babe. Also, don’t think we won’t still wipe the floor with you on Friday,” you reminded him with a sarcastic bat of your eyelashes.

“You’ll be nothing but a pebble beneath our feet,” he replied with a bright smile.

“All right, all right, go throw your stuff in your locker, we’re almost done,” you swatted him away as if you hadn’t been the one to grab him.

“Ok. This isn’t over.”

“I know it’s not.”

His face softened again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“See, you may think I’m bad at smack talk, but my insult did that,” Chan pointed out as Jess gaped.

For that, he got a high-five from Seungcheol and a friendly arm punch from you.

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Honesty hour! I'm going to ask a fun one I got asked recently:

What are your three favourite fanfic tropes? Now Fuck, Marry, Kill those tropes!

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Ohh that’s such a fun ask, I love it! Will def send it to others too 😌 thank you, lovely!

Okay so my favorite tropes are always changing but I have a very soft spot for: 1) fuck buddies/friends OR rivals with benefits; 2) case fic/co-workers and 3) break up make up. Now FMK those?? Oof impossible choices! Let’s see… I think I’d go exactly in that order:

1) Fuck - something about the forbidden thrill of fucking your friend/rival/work buddy amirite? Bonus points if there’s a lot of sneaking around, idk idk sounds very sexy to me 🔥 Exhibit A: Gravity Centered by carpemermaid is one of my favourite rivals and lovers fic + Quidditch!!!

2) Marry - it’s about the inherent domesticity of a case fic, baby! Let’s be honest, in most of those fics they’re already a married couple bickering around lol Exhibit B: All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound

3) Kill - I’m sorry but any trope bringing the smallest amount of angst gotta go, but what a way to go 😌 I’m all here for the resolutions of break up make fics, very soothing. Exhibit C: Thickets by wolfpants is actually very low angst and a perfect bedtime read!

#honesty hour asks #squintclover

[wartorns]

--— 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐄  : introduction. 

BASICS

character name 　:　gregory  goyle age + birthday + zodiac 　:　 twenty - four ,  nov 6 , scorpio gender + pronouns 　:　 cismale + he / him sexual orientation 　:　 pansexual traits: loyal,  ignorant,  temperamental,  observant specialization 　:　 magical  law  ( hit wizard )  year 　:　 fourth ( re-taking )  house 　:　 slytherin extracurricular activities 　:　 quidditch (slytherin beater) , exploding  snaps  extreme , competitive  dueling,  broom  racing pets / familiars 　:　 owl — named karl, after the beater for falmouth falcons blood status 　:　 pureblood wand 　:　 11’ , chestnut, dragon heartstring, stiff patronus (if applicable) 　:　 unable to cast boggart 　:　 his father

ABOUT

 tw parental death :  there were complications during birth - and gregory goyle ended up being born into a world without his mom. his father wasn’t a warm or thoughtful wizard before and he certainly wasn’t after. 

it doesn’t excuse how goyle turned into an angry kid, always looking for someone to pass it onto like he had been taught, but it does give a background. his father is very pro-pureblood movement, always wanted gregory to impress the sacred 28 whenever they were invited around. there was a certain level of performance done when the two of them would interact in public, but it was still noticeable 

in school, his bad grades are primarily because he finds himself getting into trouble too much, doesn’t apply himself on his homework. it continues on like that until he’s genuinely behind his peers, saying or doing dumb things that has him as the butt of the joke. depending on his mood, he’ll let it slide. 

he finds friends that he actually enjoys, that treat him better than his family does, and pledges his loyalty to them pretty early on. he’ll do anything to protect them. 

the one thing he actually finds himself doing well at is dueling - he’s a bit slow to respond at first, and can’t really think ahead - but his spells have power, have force, and he finds himself as a worthy opponent. 

plot twist time ! the summer before his first attempt at fourth year, gregory is bitten by a werewolf. the details are blurry to him - he was out, close to pubs that the students would often frequent. he thinks there might’ve been a fight - but there often is. and then he’s on the ground and can’t remember what happened. 

a healer is called, he’s taken to saint mungos, and the headmaster and his father are called. it doesn’t go well with his father - his blood is sullied, he’s a monster. the headmaster assures him that they will have resources for him when he gets to school and that they will keep it a secret. 

fourth year is a rough year ! he hates himself ! is terrified of the full moon ! keeps this secret to himself ! he’s failed a class or two before, barely passed many, but it’s the first time he completely fails the year. 

last summer he barely goes home - he crashes with friends, crashes in hotels - anything to avoid his father and their (small) manor. 

fourth year part two ! this year ! he’s back, still hating himself and others rip, but he’s a little better ! he’s a bit given up which makes him a bit more reckless but ! who knows ! 

WANTED CONNECTIONS 

friends :  people he is ride or die for (most likely the slytherin pals), unlikely friends, friends that are only friends in certain situations but pretend they’re not, former friends, ex friends, etc ! drinking/party buddies ! someone who knows that he’s a werewolf ( this will start as pretty limited)

enemies  :  greg is an idiot ! and can get angry ! give him people that he’s always disliked for whatever reason or no reason at all ! maybe throw in an enemies with benefits ! or enemies to lovers ! who knows ! 

exes  :  not gonna lie bestie greg was probs not a great bf ! if they actually dated ! you want a toxic ex? a situationship? etc ? you let me know 

other  :  tutors to help him not flunk this year again, someone who is Suspicious of greg, anything ur lil beautiful mind can think of ! 

#are they ugly and rambly ? u betcha ! #but here they come ! #aureliusintro

[babyybuggaboo]

hi welcome back to my ideas that i’m too lazy to write so i ask other people to do it for me !!!!!!

so... slytherin!edmund pevensie x hufflepuff!reader and literally any cute story with the rest of the pevensie siblings in their houses cuz they’re all in each house and like y/n is best friends with lucy n all that and maybe in maurader era? or golden trio era i don’t care that much or no era at all! their own thing but yeah just cuz for one i’m a sucker for edmund and two i’m a BIG SUCKER for slytherin/hufflepuff couples ! so pls you could do like...

-fake dating

-soulmate AU

-both secretly inlove with each other

-secretly dating

-slow burn hate to love

-best friends who have pranks, laughs, ouh!

-shy lil hufflepuff that eds has big puppy dog eyes for

-jealousy ;) i love shit like this cuz i like to feel wanted

-amortentia ;) ;) (smelling and like one of them takes it by accident or something)

-they keep running into each other and being paired together in class and it creeps them out but they end up being friends to lovers(lucy was secretly behind it)

-i kinda see him being on the quidditch team cuz it reminds him of battling(if you still put narnia in it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) but i think he’d be like a beater or something and either he wants to impress you and gets hurt or like you’re on the hufflepuff team and he gets distracted and loses

-you’re an animagus and you start hanging with him in that form(but i think he’d totally be an animagus secretly too)

-you being dared to go into the shrieking shack and edmund going in after you cuz you took too long and he was worried, only for you to be sitting on the floor in the shack petting a kitten who was trapped

-you being good at herbology and bad at potions and edmund being the oppisite so you help each other

-you being like newt/hagrid(and helping hagrid) by smuggling illigal creatures in all the time, edmund catches you

-you and edmund both like to sit in the same window in the library to read(like being there at different times,seeing each other at the window a few times kinda quarreling about it then just decide to share), so end up becoming reading buddies, or more?;)

-edmund thinking you hate him cuz you don’t talk to him(but it’s cuz ur in love w him)

-edmund being jealous of peter cuz you spend all your time with him but it’s cuz he’s trying to help you with edmund(also mad hyping edmund up, but obviously edmund doesn’t know that cuz he’s a twat)

Feel free to add on if you’d like AND/OR use these for SIRIUS BLACK!!! cuz i like him too :))))) love you everyone ♡

#edmund pevensie #king edmund #harry potter #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie one shot #edmund pevensie x y/n #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius black one shot #sirius black x y/n #writing #story #harry potter AU #slytherin #hufflepuff #slytherpuff

[0nlydaughter]

Cheat Sheet❗

FULL NAME: ginevra molly weasley.

NICKNAME: ginny, gin. (And if you’re not my mum, I’d stick to one of those).

BIRTHDAY: 11 august 1981.

GENDER (PRONOUNS): she/her/hers.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english. (the thing is, i can understand parseltongue after…you know. but i can’t speak it.)

ACCENT: england 45.

BIRTHPLACE: london, england.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN(S): leo (appropriate, isn’t it?)

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood.

FORMER HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor (like every single one of my brothers before me.)

HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION: N.E.W.T.s in care of magical creatures, charms, DADA, transfiguration, herbology (only thanks to neville’s notes…), and a really valiant effort at potions.

OCCUPATION: chaser for the holyhead harpies.

HOME ADDRESS: holyhead, wales. (but i’ve got a little place in london i like to stay in for cheap for when the urge strikes.)

PET(S): nox, the housecat.

FACECLAIM AND/OR DESCRIPTION:  Shorter than every single one of her older brothers, Ginny has the same trademark flaming red hair as the rest of her family members. She’s athletic from years of Quidditch training and while she’s quitet pale, she’s always got a splattering of freckles splashed across her cheeks and shoulders. In the summer months, it’s almost like there’s some kind of Multiplication Charm on them as they darken and take up more and more space. While she was school, Ginny wore her hair braided most of the time to keep it out of her face, but more recently, she’s chopped a lot of it off and is wearing it in more of a chin-length bob style, much to her mother’s chagrin.  (Ginny claims it’s for practical reasons -she’s going to be having Quidditch training most days and she can’t be bothered with it...but it was maybe a small act of rebellion because she knows Molly hates it.) Her eyes are very dark brown. (”Boring colored,” if you asked her.) She has a pretty nasty scar over her left eyebrow that a lot of people assume is from the Battle -and Ginny lets them think so unless asked- but it’s actually from a bludger she’d missed while ogling an opposing Seeker during her fourth year (don’t tell Cho). (i kind of imagine her as a younger mash-up of rose leslie, luca hollestelle, and the various fan-art depictions of ginny over the years, if that makes sense? you may see gifs of luca showing up occasionally as she’s probably the “closest” to my headcanon image)

PLOTS

workin 9 to 5:

i think it’d be interesting if someone was like. a writer or reporter for the prophet and is either writing a story about the team and/or trying to get an interview with her. esp if after a bad loss bc she Hates to Lose

photographer? sports photographer??? muse or something? i dunno

same goes for like. anyone who is at all involved in quidditch honestly. it’s not going to be a long-term job but she’s going to make a mark while she’s there.

she’s been betting on quidditch matches...someone she’s supposed to be paying big bucks but can’t right now? someone who finds out and wants to leak the story to the media but tries to bribe her? someone who just like tells her this is the dumbest thing ever and to stop? sure.

you’re my (my, my, myyyy) lover: bc ginny has been like. using casual hookups as a coping mechanism for the last year+

someone catches feelings and ginny either doesn’t reciprocate or just plain ignores her own feelings in self-preservation

two or more of these people realizing they’re not the only person ginny’s seeing

plain old friends with benefits who really DON’T have feelings but just wanna go a round or two and then hang out and watch a game or something. we all need that, right?

i’ll be there for you (friends)

ginny likes to keep herself surrounded by people so she’s got casual acquaintances and friends galore. would love some casual drinking buddies (looking at you seamus) or even people who get her into betting on footy in the muggle world too (she’s already pissing away some of her earnings betting on other quidditch matches and she’s kind of wondering if that’s gonna get her in trouble later, even if she’s never bet on Harpies matches)

she’s probably ultimately closest with neville and luna. i want all the plots with you guys it doesn’t matter at all. but i definitely think she’s tried her best to keep the three very much intact once they’ve all graduated.

enemies-to-friends vibes? looking at you, slyttherins 

the enemy of my enemy...

look, she’s probably not getting on with you former death eaters/death eaters’ kids. it’s nothing personal until it is...you all have beeen calling her (and her family) “blood traitors” forever. give me all of the run-ins-in-the ministry, duels-after-drinking-too-much, accidentally-ending-up-at-the-same-table-for-a-charity-event stupidity.

hatred to tolerance to friends? more??? let’s see how it goes. or just staying angry at each other always. i don’t mind either way. just give me more dynamics.

RELATIONSHIPS

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. (i like people for who they are, if you know what i mean.)

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP(S): very, very single at the moment.

PARENTS: arthur and molly weasley. molly is a homemaker. arthur works in the office for the detection and confiscation of counterfeit defensive spells and protective objects (back when…you know…was still around, he was mostly dealing with scammers trying to peddle magical objects to “protect” people that wound up just kind of…blowing up on them. sometimes literally. now, he’s mostly dealing with people pranking muggles again, which i think he likes.)

SIBLINGS: bill (cursebreaker) charlie (dragon tamer), percy (i don’t know what he does, to tell you the truth), fred and george (or…just george now, i guess. sorry, fred), ron (doing his best.)

MAGIC

PATRONUS: horse.

BOGGART: tom riddle. not voldemort but 16-year-old tom.

WAND TYPE: 10 ½ inch yew with a unicorn hair core.

FLYING ABILITY: quite good, given that she’s a professional quidditch player…(best in the family, by far.)

APPARITION SKILL: it’s…fine. look, so sometimes she winds up a block or two from where she means to. it’s not her fault the ministry wasn’t giving the test for about a year!

MAGICAL STRENGTHS: hexes, curses, jinxes, charms…spellwork, mostly.

MAGICAL WEAKNESSES: potion making (maybe it’s because i hate cooking so much?), complex transfiguration.

BEST HOGWARTS CLASS: charms or care of magical creatures.

WORST HOGWARTS CLASS: probably herbology, if left to her own devices (sorry, neville!) though she was no star pupil in potions either.

OTHER ABILITES: she can basically speak to cats, if that counts…(i’ve also got a hell of a bat-bogey hex)

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: typical weasley “flaming red” hair, but she’s recently cut it into an about chin-length bob.

EYE COLOUR: brown. (”boring colored.”)

COMPLEXION: pale as the moon but with a mess of freckles, especially along the cheeks, nose, and shoulders.

ETHNICITY: irish? (i’ve never asked but, well, look at us. we have to be, right?)

HEIGHT: 5′4″…and a half.

PHYSIQUE: athletic.

TATTOOS: none…yet.

PIERCINGS: a very tiny stud in her nose. (it’s new. do you like it?)

SCARS: above the left eyebrow.

CLOTHING/STYLE: athleisure when in season. if not, she’s a fan of comfortable, oversized jumpers and a well-worn pair of jeans. she recently found a new favorite denim jacket with patchwork on the back. on nights out, she can pull out the mini-skirts and crop tops like the best of them. and she owns way too many pairs of boots.

MANNERISMS: raised eyebrows, playful smirks, talking with her hands, a nervous foot tap, tongue poked out when she’s thinking.

HABITS: morning coffee, sunday brunch, petting every cat she meets, putting her quidditch gear on left-to-right.

COPING MECHANISMS: sex, alcohol, betting on quidditch matches (not my own! that’d be illegal, i think.), ignoring problems by throwing herself fully into quidditch…the normal stuff.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: quick-witted, independent, brave.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: short-tempered, holds grudges, fear of committment.

HOBBIES: quidditch, muggle clubs, hiking. she’s also started becoming fond of muggle movies and sports recently (but i tend to root against whoever’s playing west ham in football just to annoy dean thomas, if he’s around)

INTERESTS: animals. like pretty much any animal. (i’m thinking of visiting charlie for an extended stay, actually.)

DRINK ORDER: more of a butterbeer girl than a firewhiskey fan when they’re in the wizarding world. old fashioned if not.

GRADUATION SUPERLATIVE: she likes to think it’d be “most athletic”, or “funniest” but they’d probably vote her “most likely to leave the country.”

CONFIDENCES: her magic, her flying, her ability with animals.

INSECURITIES: not being remembered as anyone of significance because she’s from such a large family. being alone. not necessarily in the relationship sense -she’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself- but just being alone in general. she likes being around people  tom riddle being able to use her again (yes i know he’s gone but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.)

MBTI TYPE: estp.

ENNEAGRAM: eight (wing nine)

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good.

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine.

DEADLY SIN: wrath.

THIS OR THAT

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST OR REALIST

LEADER OR FOLLOWER

CONFIDENT OR SELF-CONSCIOUS

CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS

PASSIONATE OR APATHETIC

BOOK SMARTS OR STREET SMARTS

COMPLIMENTS OR INSULTS

COLD HANDS OR WARM HEART

ASSOCIATIONS

COLOURS: scarlet and gold...and now green and gold, i guess.

WORDS: “asshole”, “godric”, “merlin” etc.

SCENT: fresh cut grass. a campfire. falling leaves.

TASTE: very specifically: a honeycrisp apple.

SOUND: the roar of the crowd. (the hiss of a great, ugly serpent.)

MAGIC: ever heard of a giggle charm?

WEATHER: thunderstorm - but in the sunshine.

FEELINGS: the white hot anger when someone insults you. (the head rush when you kiss someone you actually give a damn about.)

MEMORIES: kissing your first partner (all while having no clue what you’re doing.)

TOUCH: the soft fur of a purring cat.

HEADCANONS

in my head ginny and ron were -and probably still are- very close. it was an age thing at first but she’d definitely lie for him in court.

ginny wants to keep her circle of close friends just that- close. she’s probably organized weekly or bi-weekly “family dinners” with luna and neville since they all graduated. “just to catch up, make sure we’re staying present in each other’s lives.” she’s got such a soft spot for them both.

her love language is physical touch (which makes it difficult when she’s trying to keep some people at arm’s length), so don’t be surprised if she curls up on you like a cat.

not a hat stall because it wasn’t between two houses, but ginny’s sorting took the longest of any of the weasleys by a mile...and ultimately the hat let her decide (sometimes she still wonders what life would have been like if she’d chosen differently).

those secret passages fred and george knew all about? yeah, ginny did, too. it’s where she had her first kiss with a boy (...and a girl. and, actually, someone who didn’t quite fit either of those labels.)

her cat actually followed her home one night and she let him stay.

really only playing quidditch because she has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life and she got picked up early in the draft. and she loves the game so...why not, right?

#(about.) #epoxy:prompt #//that's better for my ocd lol #//will be getting back to you all shortly!

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 15: Friends to Lovers

The First Thanksgiving | @fangirlingtodeath513

Rating: General Word Count: 1184 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Mary Winchester,John Winchester,Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Traditions,Established Castiel/Dean Winchester,Thanksgiving,Thanksgiving Dinner,Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester,Minor John Winchester/Mary Winchester Summary: Mary has a Thanksgiving tradition she’s carried on for years, but this year’s is particularly special.

For Better or Worse | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1497 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Parental Physical Abuse, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Angst Summary: When they first meet, Cas saves Dean from school bullies. Over the years, their friendship only grows stronger.

Quarantine Roomies | @cloverhighfive

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2038 Main Tags/Warnings: domestic fluff, idiots in love, first kiss, college AU Summary: Cas and Dean roomie together while they have to go in quarantine to wait out the pandemic outbreak. They're friends. But maybe Dean misread Cas.

Sex Ed | @Destielshipper4Cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2324 Main Tags/Warnings: Roommates, Virgin Castiel, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Barebacking Summary: Cas grew up in a religious family who have kept him sheltered all his life. When he finally gets out of there, his knowledge about sex is seriously lacking. Luckily, his alpha roommate Dean knows all about sex and can teach him a thing or two. It would be so much easier if feelings weren’t involved…

Stay a While | @nickelkeep

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2755 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Roommates, Friends to Lovers, Moving in Together, Love Confessions Summary: With his brother expecting, Cas needs a place to live. With Sam moving out, Dean needs a roommate. After not living together for several years, can Cas and Dean make things work?

The Archaeologist and the Disco Ball | @saltnhalo

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2761 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Fluff, Love Confessions Summary: When Dean had agreed to take Castiel shopping for a costume to wear to Meg’s Halloween party this Friday, he had not expected the actual expedition to be so… difficult.

Pulling Shivers | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3200 Main Tags/Warnings: childhood best friends, friends to lovers, skinny dipping, getting together, mutual pining, love confessions Summary: “You ever been skinny dipping?” Dean asks, out of absolutely nowhere. He’s looking up at Cas, upside-down from where he’s hanging off of Cas’ bed, a black controler clasped loosely in his hands. They’ve been hanging out and playing video games in Cas’ childhood bedroom all day, trying to use the days they have left before they inevitably have to start the three-hour drive back to college together. They are roommates now, and still best friends, just like when they were seven years old and missing a few teeth. Cas is also, unfortunately, still as head over heels in love with Dean now, at the age of 23, as he was when Dean was still too small to sit in the Impala without a booster seat, still only sitting and watching as his uncle Bobby tinkered on cars, still loud and laughing unabashedly, still void of worries. Cas stumbles a little over the question. “Um — I. No, never. You?”

Out Of Bed | @saltnhalo

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4145 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Wizard Castiel (Supernatural), Wizard Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hufflepuff Dean Winchester, Gryffindor Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: On his way back from the Quidditch Pitch late one night, Dean Winchester finds himself adventuring the deserted corridors of Hogwarts with the Head Boy.

feathers and lightbulbs | @procasdeanating

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4371 Main Tags/Warnings: witch!Cas, incubus!Dean, sharing a bed, mutual pining Summary: A spell gone wrong forces Dean and Cas to keep in physical contact. Easier said than done, when one of them is a succubus and madly and secretly in love with his best friend.

The Fault of Flying | @thebloggerbloggerfun

Rating: General Word Count: 4478 Main Tags/Warnings: Reverse!Verse, Insomniac!Castiel, Angel!Dean Summary: Insomnia can make trying to fall asleep an incredibly frustrating endeavor, and for the human Castiel, it is. Luckily for him, his best friend is an angel with the ability to take him anywhere in the world when the nights get rough, and it makes everything more interesting! And more confusing.

Never Ever | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4494 Main Tags/Warnings: best friends to lovers, drinking games, alcohol, confessions Summary: Every other week, Charlie and Gilda and Row, Jo, Garth and Kevin, Benny, Chuck, Sam, Dean and Cas get together to get drunk — or, depending on preferences, high. They meet and get drunk and talk about life, most of the time. Sometimes, though, like today, they play drinking games. Today, it’s Never Have I Ever. It’s only a quarter past midnight, all of them are way past tipsy already, when Charlie giggles to herself and slurs: “Never ’ve I ever — ever slapped my partner’s ass durin’ sex.” A mixture of laughter and snorts wanders through their rows, and everyone raises their glasses. Everyone, even Garth — everyone except Cas. Everyone drinks, except Cas, and Dean just stares. He can feel the vodka dribbling down his chin while he drinks, and oggles his best friend some more. As soon as he swallowed and coughed his way through the burning liquor, he blurts: “Dude, seriously, never?” And that's how it begins.

Scent-Bonded | @destielshipper4cas

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4742 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Summary: When the alpha Cas is scent-bonded to leaves him, it’s on Dean to pick up the pieces. Since they’re scent-compatible, letting Cas scent him helps the omega feel less despaired. An easy solution—if only Dean wasn’t in love with and scent-bonded to Cas.

Be quiet | @notfunnydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4748 Main Tags/Warnings: 5+1 Things, Semi-Public Sex Summary: 5 Times where Castiel needs Dean to be quiet and one time, where he really wants to hear what Dean has to say.

Pen Pal | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 5246 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Pen Pals, Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Summary: Hey, Cas, you wanna be my pen pal?” + (Dean is twelve years old when he asks Castiel to be his pen pal, not knowing that it will change his life completely.)

Not good enough? | @notfunnydean

Rating: General Word Count: 6099 Main Tags/Warnings: hurt!Dean, crying!Dean Summary: When Dean finds a list in Cas’ room, where Cas has written down everything he hates about him, Dean tries to become a brand new person. But Castiel seems to hate that as well.

making the most of the night | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6819 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Birthdays, Fluff and Smut Summary: Dean isn't exactly looking forward to his thirtieth birthday, but at least the party he has planned to mark its passing will be pretty great. Or so he thinks, until a massive snowstorm causes a power outage on the afternoon of the party. One by one, the guests make their excuses for not being able to attend-- all except for Cas, who Dean can't seem to get a hold of. And then there's a knock on his door.

Cuddle Buddies | @Destielshipper4Cas

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10056 Main Tags/Warnings: Roommates, Mutual Pining, Couch Cuddles, Idiots in Love, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Massage, Barebacking Summary: Cas just wants some alpha cuddles, but alphas generally aren’t all that interested in cuddling. Luckily, he has an awesome roommate who steps up to the plate.

Kilig | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 10397 Main Tags/Warnings: friends to lovers, 5+1 things, secret admirer Summary: Five times Castiel didn't know his secret admirer and the one time he did.

Took Me Long Enough | @confusedcasishere

Rating: Mature Word Count: 15579 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Openly Gay Castiel, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, High School AU, Eventual Smut, Dean Winchester Has A Crush on Castiel Summary: Alright, so you know how in movies the friendzoned BFF always gets the girl in the end? Well what if the girl is a dude and you’re also a dude? Do the same rules apply? Or will this clusterfuck end with me losing my best friend?

Unexpectedly You | @verobatto-angelxhunter

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 30239 Main Tags/Warnings: Destiel, season 8 canon divergent, mutual pining, winged Castiel, Sammy knows, explicit sexual content, Aruiel (OC) Sam/Aruiel (OC), first kiss, love confession. Summary: Cas is back in the bunker after being absent for a couple of weeks, although for Dean were like centuries. So this time he will train Castiel as a hunter, not because he missed him a lot and he wanted him to stay with him at all. Just because they are good friends. But something will ruin his plans, a new danger and an old enemy of Castiel will resurge. Ancient enochian spells and a big secret will be revealed while the hunter will try to figure out his feelings for the angel. Helped by Sammy's insightful mind and a new angel ally, our friends will have to save the world one more time.

Lucky Winner | @natmoose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31719 Main Tags/Warnings: General Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Past Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Professor Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Friends to Lovers Warnings: Anxiety Attacks, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, Non-Penetrative Sex Summary: Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with. But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

Because This Moment Simply Is | @ilovelucey

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32045 Main Tags/Warnings: Highschool/College AU; Neighbor AU; Best friends to lovers; Bottom!Dean/Top!Cas Summary: Dean and Cas have been next-door neighbors and best friends since they were both four years old. They've been through everything together. Cas was there for Dean when his mother died, and his father started going off the rails. Dean was there for Cas while he came to terms with his sexuality and came out to his religious family. Now they’re both eighteen and Cas is secretly, hopelessly in love with Dean. After years of ignoring his burgeoning feelings, Cas finds the courage to come clean just before he moves across the country to attend college in California. Determined, Cas pours his feelings out into a letter and leaves it for Dean to find. It isn't until eight years later that Dean finally receives the letter, and that single sheet of yellowed notebook paper turns his entire world upside down.

Where the Road Leads? (WIP) | lightmyway (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 141598 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Hurt/comfort, angst, Photojournalist Cas, Legal Guardian Dean Summary: Castiel took off on his motorcycle at eighteen, ready to let the road take him where it wanted. That plan changed when he met Mary Winchester at a protest rally and shell learned the power of the camera around his neck. He never expected he would move in with her two boys and step back from his up and coming career. Dean never expected to be a parent at the age of eighteen. He also never expected that Cas would dedicate himself to being there for both Winchester boys. Dean, also, never expected that Cas would return to the career he left behind and fly off to some of the most dangerous places in the world. He certainly never thought it would be because of something he let happen. Will he be able to bring Cas home?

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #destiel #friends to lovers #day 15

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Treat Her Like a Lady*Neville Longbottom

I wrote this while drinking so I have no clue how it’s about to turn out ~Sober Sage (Y/H/A) = Your house animal Italics only count if you’re not in Slytherin house Bold only counts if you’re not in Gryffindor.

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Despite being somewhat stuck up Parkinson has some good jokes. We all chuckle, we’ll I do. Crabbe is bent over laughing, defiantly infatuated with the pureblood with a massive crush on my brother. Draco laughs a little, making Pansy grin wider. I don’t often hang around with my brother due to his…reputation. Most people in the school actually liked me for me so…no tea no shade Draco. “I think that weird kid is following you,” Pansy says not so quietly. I turn my head quickly but all I catch a glimpse of is his cloak as he rounds the corner. Turning back to her, I give her a look “Do you have to be so mean?” “Its all part of the badge,” she smirks, pointing to her robes.

I roll my eyes “Well maybe you are a snake but not all are. Besides, I’m a (Y/H/A) so don’t drag me into your snake pit,”

“Lighten up,” She rolls her eyes. “What’s the big deal?” Pansy question. All my brothers’ other friends have the same look. “I keep forgetting our ‘friendship’ only last for 10 minutes at a time,” I roll my eyes. Blaise sniggers and flinches after Pansy hit his shoulder, “Got to go. I’ve got homework anyway,” “Lighten up,” Blaise says, rubbing his shoulder. I look at Draco before turning to him “My Dad found out I got 1 mark below a muggleborn on a homework and had all my jumpers confiscated for a week. In the middle of winter. And quite frankly I value not freezing to death,” I held my hands up in mock defense. They all nodded in understanding. One thing we all had in common was elitist parents who would count us sneezing at the wrong time as a dishonor on our family. Especially when it was too due with muggleborns and blood traitors. As I was walking back to my dorm I deliberately went the way that kid went but he was nowhere in sight. I didn’t even know what house he was in. I put it out my mind as I finish my transfiguration homework and by the next morning, I can barely remember why I was mad at Parkinson.

“(Y/N) send this to father with yours,” Draco says, dropping his letter on the table. “I still don’t get why he wants weekly school updates. Like we're gonna tell him if we do crap. We’ll again,” he gives me a sympathetic look. I glance at my friends, relieved to see they’re not listening. Their families aren’t as uptight, and they don’t get why mine are, “Yeah sure. I’ve not even started. Draco!” I snap my fingers in his face as I notice him glaring at something behind me. I glance over my shoulder but see nothing. He looks down for a second, “Its nothing. Just someone who fancies someone well out of their league.” “Another admirer?” I tease. “For you,” I screw my face up, “Don’t act clueless.” I roll my eyes “I’m hot, I know it. I don’t wake up like this. But to my knowledge, I don’t have another admirer. Most guys make it pretty obvious if you know what I mean,” This time his face screws up “Ew, of course, I know what you mean! This gross. Vile. You know what I can’t,” He holds his hands up and backs away “Just make sure no filth gets on your shoe,” I swear I’ll pull a muscle the amount I roll my eyes around him. “Whatever Draco,” My friends give me a sideways look but don’t pry. They’ve learned my family drama is worse than what my muggleborn friend Jane says is the Kardashian. Not a clue what that means. “Has anyone been staring at me lately?” “You’re not vain at all,” Jane’s sarcasm is not appreciated. She can tell by the blank look on my face that makes her grin. “No more than usual. I think. Why? Like someone?” I shrug “Nope,” I pop the p, “But according to Draco and Wannabe, some weird kid likes me. Just wonder who it was ‘n that.” They all shrug it off, “Well your hair is on point today,” Sam points out. I flick my hair dramatically, my friends joining in, laughing. Especially when Corey with their short hair joins in. “You’ve got no hair to flick,” We laugh.

Most of the day id put the mystery guy out of my mind until I go to sit on my seat in potions but have to stand to avoid sitting on a rose. I can't help but smile lightly as I smell it. “OH! Looks like there is some lover boy in the picture,” Sam teases. “Shut up,” but I’m still smiling.

When I get to my usual seat at lunch, which people always leave empty for me and my friends since we’re ‘popular’, theirs a Wiggentree in a plant pot on my seat with a note saying ‘to keep you safe’. I look over the note but theirs nothing else of value on it. “Why’d someone give you a tree?” Lucas asked. He’s some guy from Beauxbatons my female friends took a liking too, “Protection. When someone touches the bark their protected from dark creatures until they stop touching it,” I explain due to his confusion. I’ve got nothing against the Beauxbatons but they might want to give their students better classes. I think their part of the reason I’m ‘popular’. I’m nice(ish), I’m from money (which people try to extort me for), I’m hot (according to the guys who whistle at me), I’m friends with the right people, and my best friend Sam is dating the head of the (Y/H) Quidditch team. It's not that id even wants to be popular. I like the idea of walking through the school with no effort in my appearance without people asking what happened. Id also like Owen, the Quidditch team chaser, to stop stARING AT ME! “Can I help you?” I ask. He chuckles, a smirk on his face “Oh I bet you could,” “Not a chance,” “Sure. You’ll come round someday, they all do. Look at me. Plus I do have a pretty sick broom,” His buddies all laugh. Maybe its because he’s from a kinda well off family and they like getting bought. I glare at him, “Not enough of your stank or your unearned money could convince me to blow you a kiss let alone anything else,” “So there is a price. Time to start saving boys!” I almost jump over the table at him, “Woah calm down. I thought you were cool,” Sam puts a hand on my arm, “Yeah calm down. It's all chill. Just finish your lunch,” “I’m not hungry,” I’m sick of pretending to be okay with their comments and leave the table, plate in one hand, plant in the other. “So your actually keeping the shrub?” Jane asks, not even bothered I’m leaving. I scoff “Yeah, I am. And it’s a Wiggentree. Remember that and you might pass the herbology homework without sucking Kyle off for the answers,” I turn on my heels not without catching her boyfriend taking his arm off her, disgusted look on his face. I mean his name is Jordan after all. Unfortunately for me, the halls mostly full and we can’t leave with our food. By the time my eyes scan the room I’ve passed all the other tables and I’ve too much pride to stop and look for a spot or turn back. Somewhat luckily theirs a few empty seats near the bottom of the Gryffindor table. I sit on the very end of the table, receiving a few curious looks from the Gryffindors. The plant beside me doesn’t make me look very casual and my angry look on my normally smiley face confuses people. I ignore them. “You alright Pet?” I glare in the direction the Irish voice came from. I see a small boy beside him smack his shoulders “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Neville,” “Ignore Seamus,” Another boy says, “He’s no class, all ass. I’m Dean,” He reaches down a couple seats to shake my hand. I lean over slightly to meet his hand. The boys are 3 seats down, so it wasn’t great. “Wanna move up?” He says, no hesitation due to my different tie. “I’m good thanks,” I tell them. “What’s with the plant?” He doesn’t let the conversation die. I’m unable to stop the corners of my lips twitching up “It’s a Wiggentree. Someone left it for me,” “Isn’t that the plant you asked Sprout about?” Seamus, I think, asked Neville, again I think. Neville’s face had a pink tinge to it. Maybe he’s bad around people, “Um no. That was a different tree,” “Really? I could’ve sworn-ow!” Seamus rubs his shin, “Jeez I only asked! When’d you get violent,” “As I said before, ignore Seamus,” Dean said. “Sure, you don’t wanna move up?” Surprisingly the conversation was quite relaxed when I moved down. Even Seamus wasn’t that bad. Apparently, Pet is just an Irish term of affection, or as Dean puts it what Seamus calls every girl he doesn’t know the name of. Guys get called dude so he doesn’t get punched. Even despite Neville’s awkwardness, it’s a good time. He’s quite charming actually. They don’t even bring up the Yule Ball which is what everyone has been talking about since the year began.

At dinner, I decided to just go to the kitchens instead. House-elves are good conversationalists once they get used to you. Plus Droxy works theirs. She used to be mine and Draco’s house elf/nanny when we were younger that father took off us after we accidentally broke some old china. It's quite therapeutic to help her in the kitchen. By night my outburst is ignored. I know they haven’t forgotten though. I still sit with them the next day.

That Friday night a 1st-year girl knocks on my dorm door. “Someone’s downstairs for you. It’s a boy,” My friends all ohh as I roll my eyes at them, “Well as fascinating as your problems are Sam I’ve got a gentleman caller,” Now they roll their eyes. When I get downstairs the 1st year points to the common room door leading to the rest of the school. I walk over and fling them open. I see Neville standing there, something behind his back. His face his red and I can see some fear in his eyes. Well, I would if he could look me in the eye. Vague encouragement is heard in the background and Neville mumbles “Go away Dean,” He finally looks up at me, “Hi,” A few sniggers are heard around my common room. I turn to glare at them, “Hiya,” “Um,” he looks behind him. “These are for you,” he hands me a bunch of flowers. “I got them myself from um Madame um Sprout and the um the eh Forrest,” The laughs make him even redder. “Cant you all get a life?” He looks up at my snaps but I’m addressing everyone but him, “Nothing better to do?” “Meow! Someone’s grown claws,” Lucas chuckles, his friends joining in. “Yeah and someone’s not even grown stubble or body hair yet so go suck a dick and see if you can catch a gram of manliness,” I shot back. He shuts down. I turn to Neville, “Right, one second, from the beginning,” I hand the flowers back. He takes them with a confused look “Now, try again.” “These are for you?” It comes out like a question but I take the flowers, giving a small curtsied. “Thank you, Neville. They’re beautiful,” He looks down for a second, taking a deep breath “Would you like to be my date to the Yule Ball?” He finally looks at me in the eyes. I smile, “Yeah. Id love to,” The fear in his eyes was replaced with light when he grinned “Really? I mean um yea-“ “Sorry, (Y./N) is going with me,” The color drains from Neville’s face when Lucas' arm drapes over my shoulder. “Right babe?” “Not a chance,” I move to let his arm drop. “Babe, have you seen this…boy. You need a man, someone in your league” “Don’t tell me what I need. Maybe I need a gentleman and not a manwhore.” “Doll, are you on your period cause you're being irrational again. Want some chocolate?” You could hear the patronization in his voice, I was about to blow a fuse but Neville bet me to it “Hey! She’s a person. Treat her like one,” “What do you want pipsqueak? Face it she’s too hot for you,” “She’s not hot,” He cuts him off “She’s beautiful. Treat her like a lady,” “She’s no lady,” Lucas laughs “You haven’t heard what she does on the weekends”

“I didn’t think a black eye could have a black eye,” I muse, looking at Neville lying on the hospital bed. Dean looks at him, “I didn’t even think you could have two black eyes. Seems unfair,” “Well I can't fucking believe Neville did that,” Seamus interrupts, “He hasn’t even stood up to Malfoy. No offense girl Malfoy,” “Its cool,” I tell him, taking Neville’s hand “What type of idiot tries to fight the captain of the Beauxbatons quidditch team. Especially when his teammates are there,” “The type whose madly head over heels for you,” Dean says. “Id call it pathetic if you weren’t here,” I sigh, “It's my fault,” “No, it's not,” Neville mumbles. “You’re awake!” “I’m beaten up not in a coma,” he would’ve rolled his eyes if he could “Besides I knew Malfoy would get me anyway. Call this practice,” “No, he won't. No ones touches you again. Well apart from me,” Neville starts to sit up and I help him when he struggles “You still wanna go?” He seems in disbelief. “Yeah,” I say likes its obvious, “Now drink this. Nurses orders.” “Looks like you’ve got your own personal nurse,” Seamus winks at Neville. “Hey!” “Leave it to me, I’ve got enough fight for the both of us,” I tell Neville, “Seamus, insult my man again and I’ll castrate you. Plain and simple,” “I never realized how violent you were,” Dean shakes his head with a grin as Seamus covers his man with his hands, defensively. “Trust me she’ll act on it,” The boys all jump at Draco’s voice, “So your really going with him? Look how pathetic he is,” I glare at my brother and stand up, “Look! I’ll date who I want when I want. Got it? The castration threat extends to family. Plus he only looks pathetic-“ “Hey!” “-Because he defended me.” Draco suddenly stood up straighter than he already was, if possible “Who tried to start with you?” I looked at the ground and crossed my arms. Dean sighed, “Some Beauxbatons guy, Lucas I think, was basically calling her a whore. Him and his friends beat Neville up when he stood up for her.” “And what were you two doing?” Draco asked. “Being sensible for once and putting Seamus explosive magic to use. We blew up the couch they were by and started trying to pull them off him,” “Who was insulting her?” Draco asked. Dean looked at me “Lucas wasn’t it?” I nodded “Yeah Lucas. Blond, 5’9ish, snobby.” “Looks like Longbottom and I are on the same team for once. (Y/N), boys make sure you have an alibi,” Draco storms off, yelling “Crabbe, Boyle! Get your shit we're finding the Frenchie!” All three boys looked at were Draco had been “What is he gonna do?” Seamus asked slowly. “Nothing you can prove,” Neville went to say something but I shushed him, “You don’t wanna know,” “But-“ Dean tried, “Let's not get implicated, maybe start working on your alibi. I’ve always got a backup one. Again, don’t ask,”

#Harry Potter #harry potter ships #harry potter cast #harry #Harry Potter Ship #harry potter imagine #Neville Longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #platonic draco malfoy #draco Malfoy bsm #bsm #harry potter bsm

[taxesdeathtrouble]

so! about that hogwarts au

im gonna get housing/birth status (??? whats the word for that) done right off the bat

alex is a slytherin, as stated in my previous post (i’m gonna put it in the same tag: hogwarts au)

Molly is a Gryffindor, through and through. the second it was placed on her head the hat was yelling

Chase is a Hufflepuff, which i know is controversal but it boils down to boy needs a hug and people who care about him and he gets that in Hufflepuff

Nico is also a Hufflepuff and I’m right. her sisters one too but thats not my main reasoning my main reasoning is that she’s really loyal and a fucking awesome friend and she’ll go to great lengths to protect the people she loves. 

Karolina is a Gryffindor, but she was also a hatstall because she really really wanted Hufflepuff because her mother drilled it into her that it’s the only truly good house but the hat sees her potential and puts her in with the lions and she ends up ruling them all through her kindness and how willing people are to follow her

Gert is a Ravenclaw, she was a hatstall too but she really didn’t want to be Slytherin (’not that there’s anything wrong with Slytherin it’s a great house’ but it’s just not what I want’)

So Chase and Karolina are purebloods (well, chase is. karolina’s dad is secretly a mythical being but she doesn’t even know he exists so thats for another time) nico is a halfblood (me mum’s a witch. dad’s a muggle. bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out) gert is a pureblood that doesn’t know she’s a pureblood because her mother died when she was three-four and she barely remembers her- she has dreams sometimes where she’s flying on a broomstick with a dark haired woman who’s face she can’t see. the moon is bright, and they are both laughing in joy. she got adopted by the Yorkes, a well meaning muggle scientist couple who make fast friends with their new neighbors, the Hernandezes, a pair of wizards with a child of their own. when Gert is seven and starts making the flowers in the backyard grow like crazy and begins to float down the stairs every morning, Gene and Alice spill the beans that she’s probably a witch and explain about the wizarding world. they give them Neville Longbottom’s card because they’re personal friends (he and gene go to the same bookstore a lot and are kind of buddies) and he explains about the wizarding world and hogwarts and gives gert a bunch of books about their history which leads to an obsession with Hermione. Neville checks in a few times and Gert chatters nonstop and Neville is like ‘i know her, actually’ and Gert screams. anyways Molly gets adopted by the Yorkes when her parents are killed by a mysterious accident and she’s not a pureblood because her family was never obsessed with that purity bullshit but it does make her family tree kind of...........spotty, and other relatives hard to find.

now, on to the good stuff aka Plot

- the five of them meet near the beginning of first year

- gert and chase are friends first because they meet on the train

- by the way this is going to be gertchase heavy dont @ me

- so anyways they meet on the train, and gert sees this very pretty boy sitting alone in a compartment as she walks the length of the train looking for a place to sit for the trip

- and he looks really sad. this is because ten minutes before boarding the train his father had just finished a long, self righteous lecture on why he should ask the hat to be in Gryffindor because ‘that’s what house i was in and you should be like me’ which is the last thing Chase wants.

- ‘hey, mullet, mind if i sit?’ gert asks, flouncing in and plopping down without waiting for an answer, and chase, who’s never been called a mean name by a peer in his life, and certainly never by someone this pretty, is flabbergasted.

- ‘excuse me? i do not have a mullet’ by the way chase is british gert is irish the others i dont care as much but these are the ones i’m attached to because i’m writing something else where that’s their nationalities

- ‘uh, yeah you do, mate. the name’s gert.’ she sticks out her hand, and it’s covered in scribbles. chase takes it hesitantly, and says, ‘uh. my name is chase stein.’

- gert spends that entire first year trying to get him to stop acting like he’s a grandmother at tea time and talk like a normal kid because he’s literally never hung out with anyone his age before

- the way the rest of them became friends: gert decimates alex at gobstones, alex is friends with nico, nico is friends with chase because #puffsolidarity and karolina is friends with gert from like, day two of their first year when they both got detention (the story of which they will Never Tell) (they conspired together to let the frogs from the transfiguration course escape) (they got two weeks detention)

- when chase gets sorted into hufflepuff, he cries. years later, he still doesn’t know why.

- chase develops a big crush on gert in their third year, which is also around the time she decides she’s going to be an animagus (alex told her she couldn’t do it and she got so pissed at him they didn’t talk for a month but it did start her on that path so she’s not super mad anymore) 

- so for about a month she’s being secretive as hell and won’t talk, which she comes up with a variety of reasons for, ranging from ‘i’ve taken a break from talking so you all remember how funny i am’ to ‘i have a debilitating non life threatening illness so i can’t talk until the month is over even if i wanted to’

- chase totally calls bullshit, and he’s kind of upset with her because he JUST figured out he’s likes her and now she won’t even talk?

- when she finally becomes an animagus she doesn’t tell anyone because it’s technically illegal but the first thing she says to anyone is ‘hey, mullet, pass the eggs,’ to chase (because he’s thirteen and still has the mullet although she’s probably going to be calling him that even when they’re married) and he cries. she’s like ‘woah what’s wrong?!?’ and he says through tears ‘you’re (sob sob) talking to me (sob sob) again (sob sob)’ but he gets a hug out of it so the ribbing from the guys on the quidditch team is worth it

- speaking of quidditch

- oh wait right gert’s animagi form is a kitty cat which she’s pissed about because she wanted something badass but nope she’s a fluffy calico with glasses markings around the eyes (and a purple tuft when she dies her hair)

- anyways quidditch

- gert and chase are both on their respective teams, gert is a beater and chase is a chaser (haha) and later on they become captains

- nico is the announcer for the games and a common theme is her dramatically making fun of their sexual tension/basically being a couple without being a couple bullshit

- ‘oh and there goes yorkes hitting stein with the bludger again, now, we have to wonder how bad their little lovers quarrel was’ 

- in fourth year, there’s the tournament and the yule ball

- karolina gets picked to represent hogwarts, and she doesn’t win but she still ‘loved the experience!’

- she takes nico to the ball, and that’s how they get together it’s really cute

- so obviously chase was planning to ask gert to the ball

- but he gets nervous and waits too long, and he’s literally mid sentence about to ask her when this girl from Beauxbatons (abby, if you’ve read one of my previous fics) waltzes up all cool and asks Gert straight up ‘will you go to the ball with me?’

- gert looks at chase first, just for a second, then says, ‘of course!’ because she really didn’t think anyone would ask her and abby is really really pretty and nice

- so gert looks gorgeous the night of 

- she’s wearing this long, shimmery dress, and her long, dark hair is in ringlets, and chase is enamoured

- she asks his opinion first, because best friends and all

- gert: so what do you think?

chase, completely heartbroken that he’s not taking her to this dance but trying to be cool: you look nice :) 

- gert thinks hes being insincere tho and it kind of hurts her feelings

- the dance is fine until gert goes to get her and abby drinks and abby is making out with someone random and gerts heart breaks in two

- she runs out of the ballroom in tears, and chase, who’s been sitting at a table all night completely ignoring his date, to her annoyance, sees her leave. he immediately gets up and goes after her, and finds her crying her eyes out in an empty classroom

- ‘hey’ he says, sitting down next to her. ‘hi,’ she says, voice cracking, and he wraps his arms around her and she presses her face into his chest as she cries.

- and then she starts rambling. ‘so i just saw abby kissing on some other girl, and i mean, i knew this was too good to be true, but i didn’t want to believe it, you know? i was just happy someone wanted to take me, but i should’ve known when she kept calling me beautiful. liars don’t make good dates.’

- ‘what? gert, you’re, um, you’re beautiful’

- ‘pfft yeah right i know you think so, sure-’

- chase holds her face in his hands in a rare moment of fourteen year old boldness and says ‘gert. you’re gorgeous’

- ‘o-oh’

- he seems to realize what he’s doing and pulls away, and they don’t talk about it after, but gert gets the beginning of a crush that day.

- so fifth year

- gert and chase don’t see each other all summer, because gert’s parents drag her and molly to america for research, which is where gert meets tandy and ty, super cool american wizards and she posts a picture with one of them on insta and Chase gets mega jealous even if he doesn’t say anything

- gert cuts and dyes her hair with tandy and molly’s help but keeps it a secret so she can surprise him

- they text more than call because chase’s voice is in the midst of dropping and he’s embarassed

- and the whole summer he’s bored as hell so he just goes to the gym every day

- and he finally gets a good hairstyle

- so that first day at the train station gert sees him and literally doesn’t recognize him

- who is this broad-shouldered, deep-voiced beauty standing beside her? and staring at her like he can’t believe what he’s seeing?

- ‘gert?’ ‘oh my god, chase? you look............so different. so what do you think? of my hair, i mean.’ her brain’s a little wonky. chase is so attractive, what the fuck

- he reaches over and winds his finger around a curl. ‘it’s really pretty.’ his voice is soft and to her ears, intimate, and oh, fuck you, hormones, this is the last type of reaction she wants to be having to this.

- she blushes really red and chase is like hmmm this is new

- that whole year there’s something different underlying everything. they spend a lot more time alone, doing homework together or going out on their broomsticks or splitting off from the group when they go to hogsmeade

- coincidentally, they both also make prefect that year, and through a lot of twisting schedules around by the kids (nico and karolina make prefect and there’s a few other interhouse relationships so gert and chase get paired up) they do patrols together

- and there’s a metric fuckton of flirting

- they also start playing dumb magic pranks on each other around this time, so often one of them will show up to breakfast with green hair or galaxy freckles

- chase did the freckles to piss her off but, oh no, she looks so cute, this isn’t fair

- fifth year is also when gert’s anxiety starts to get bad, so there are a lot of nights where she roams the castle in cat form, still kind of pissed about the tuft of purple that sticks up

- on one of these nights, chase can’t sleep. and i mean really can’t sleep. so he puts on the little device he wired up to make teachers not notice him because im lazy and cant think of anything else and heads down to him favourite alcove where he can look up at the moon and the snow falling and just think.

- gert comes across him, still in cat form, and she still hasn’t told him, or anyone, that she’s an animagus, so she considers just walking away, but then chase sees her and is picking her up and babytalking at her and oh, this is so cute, she can’t leave now

- so she settles in his lap and he starts petting her, saying, ‘you’re so soft, yes you are, pretty girl, yes you are,’ because ya know. he thinks hes talking to a cat.

- and then he just starts rambling about his issues and hes kind of maybe vaguely talking about ‘this girl’ (gert) and he doesnt say that he likes her but if you listen closely its clear, and okay, gert needs to transform back now or she’ll fall asleep, and she’s been meaning to tell chase anyways.

- so she changes back and oh, she didn’t think this through, because she’s sitting in his lap in her- oh, shit- pyjama shorts and tank top and no bra, what the fuck was she thinking?

- chase screams, and gert slaps her hand over his mouth so they don’t get caught. ‘are you done?’

- chase is wide eyed as he nods, and gert takes her hand off his mouth.

- ‘so. you’re an animagus, right?’ ‘yeah’ ‘how long?’ ‘remember that time in third year when alex said i wouldn’t be able to do it and we fought?’ ‘oh my god’

- his arm settles around her waist, fingers brushing against bare skin where her shirt has ridden up, and they’re both staring at each other and thinking ‘what if we made out right now’

- but then they hear a loud banging noise and jump to their feet, running back down the hallway. gert turns into a cat midstep, and chase whisper-shouts ‘that is SO not fair!’

- they make it back to their respective common rooms, just barely, and neither of them are able to sleep the entire night because of what almost happened between them

- at the end of the year, at the train station, they share a very long hug and promise to see each other over the summer. their friends are definitely making fun of them in the background

- near the start of sixth year they’re still doing patrols together, and one night, out of the blue, chase kisses her. they end up making out for like, an hour, then go back to their dorms smiling their asses off

- but guess what? they’re idiots. so they don’t get together right then

- they don’t actually talk about it. but every night they’re on patrol together, guess who’s ignoring their duties to make out in some dark corner? them

- but during the day they’re kind of ignoring each other and everyone is so sick of it so one day nico shoves them into the room of requirement (which she definitely found really early on in her hogwarts career- hufflepuffs are particularly good finders, after all) to force them to talk to each other and locking the door.

- they kind of just stand their awkwardly for a minute until gert is like ‘wanna make out’ and chase, being chase, says yes

- so they do that for a while, and there’s a couch in this nondescript room because story reasons, so it gets a little pg-13 up in the room of requirement if you know what i’m saying

-but chase gets hit with this wave of i wish she was my girlfriend why isn’t she my girlfriend what are we doing and stops kissing her. he’s so tempted to just dive back in, just from how she’s looking right now, but he really, really needs to say something.

- ‘look, gert, i want you to know.........i have feelings for you. there, i said it. and i’m not comfortable with just messing around when i care about you so much- mph!” 

- Gert cuts him off with a kiss. she pulls back, and says, ‘I like you too, mullet.’ and then they make out some more and when they come out of the room of requirement their entire friend group is waiting outside the door with Bertie Botts and chocolate frogs waiting to see the results and they come out holding hands and everyone starts cheering dramatically, like, ‘FINALLY, AFTER SIX YEARS, I KNOW PEACE!’

- and they all live happily ever after the end

#gertchase #this took me. 2 hours. #mine #runaways #marvels runaways #hogwarts au #nico is a hufflepuff and im right

[forgottenandromeda]

MMRP Prompt 005

PART 1

PLATONIC

acquaintance

toxic friends

friends of friends

best friends

close friends

old friends

childhood friends

unlikely friends

family friends

ride or die

secret friendship

bad influence (on)

good influence (on)

drinking/partying buddies

enemies turned friends

friends with lingering feelings

flirtatious friends

partners-in-crime

confidant/cornerstone

protective friendship

unlikely friends

mentored by/mentor to

“gym” buddies

study buddies

pen pals

wingman

ROMANTIC

childhood crush/romance

slow burn

relationship on the rocks

mutual crush

secret relationship

will they, won’t they

on again, off again

friends with benefits

exes that ended on good terms

exes that ended on bad terms

exes that still hook up

first kiss

first loves

first sexual encounter

secret relationship

one night stand

fling

drunk booty call

secret admirer

unrequited love

polyamorous ship

open relationship

cheating

rebound

ANTAGONISTIC

rivals

arch-enemies

frenemies

friends turned enemies

hateship

friends that ended on bad terms

fake friends

bullied by/bully to

enjoys annoying

annoyed by

VARIOUS

(second) cousins

estranged family

adopted family

neighbor

share a big secret together

dormmate

step-sibling/cousin/anything

drug dealer/customer

potions/any class partners

tutor/tutee

quidditch teammates

arranged marriage

“fake” lovers/cover-up

PART 2

Andie has been staying late at the greenhouses with Professor Sprout since January, and returning to the castle well after curfew. Most nights Professor Sprout walks Andie back but occasionally she returns on her own. Someone is bound to have seen her and have questions, whether they’re just curious or they have ulterior motives, we can explore that! (Note: this probably wouldn’t lead to a discovery about her and Ted) Open to: anyone

Andie needs friends. In the past, she was content with just her sisters and Ted, but as her relationship with her sisters fractures, she needs other friends to fill in the gap. Andie is still very guarded and not likely to open up easily, but she can get there. Open to: anyone (probably not the other seventh year Slytherin girls, or even the sixth year Slytherin girls)

Although she doesn’t have much hope of it happening, Andie is still doing her best to prepare for a future as a Healer, and putting in lots of time in the library studying, or empty classrooms preparing. It would be fun for her to work with someone towards the same goal, or even just study with someone for exams.  Open to: anyone

#mmrp prompt005 #morsmordre points #mmrp andromeda black

[xen-lovegood]

Headcanons

Xen’s crowning achievement of their Hogwarts years is sabotaging the Slytherin Quidditch team. It wasn’t about winning a game or the house points—Xen couldn’t care less about Quidditch really and the house tournament always seemed rather trivial to them. No, the Slytherin team was being rather awful to a group of first year Hufflepuff girls and someone had to put an end to it. So right before the Slytherin/Gryffindor game, Xeno may have enchanted all their brooms to give them all a horrible case of jock itch.

When Xeno wasn’t trying to sneak into the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library or wondering off into the Forbidden Forest, you could usually find them at the lake. It was a nice relaxing place and a good place to get high without the professors catching you. There was, of course, also the giant squid. Xen named him Sqedward and tried desperately to train him. Much to Xen’s dismay, the squid never did listen, no matter what they tried, and their dreams of riding the great beast as Muggles do dolphins at Sea World were thwarted.

Xeno isn’t sure how to feel about all the violence Aversio has been using lately. They’re not much prone to violence themselves and tend to take less traditional approaches when push comes to shove (see above). They don’t necessarily support just how violent the group is being, but they know something needs to be done given the state of the wizarding world and their Muggle relations. Sure, it’s nice the Order exists, but just talking about making change isn’t enough. You have to do something for anything to happen. Maybe Aversio’s path isn’t the right one, but it’s the best path available at the current time, so he’s going to take it.

Xeno has an extremely deep love of New Scamander. They think he’s absolutely brilliant. Living a life searching out and findings and treating and fighting for and writing about magical creatures, it just sounds like an absolute dream. Xen’s copy of Fantastic Beasts long ago had to be enchanted so the pages wouldn’t fall apart from wear and there’s paragraphs of notes scribbled into the margins. If they cared less about trying to make a difference for humans, they would almost certainly become a magizoologist, but there’s far too much work to be done getting humans to care about each other before trying to get them to care for creatures. Not that that puts any damper on Xen’s love of all things animal, vegetable, and mineral and his extraordinary adoration of his hero. The day Luna brought home a Scamader was damn near the proudest day of his whole life.

(Note: I saw you guys have a profession list and picked on that feels the most fitting for a young Xeno. I’m more than open to adjusting to fit your views/group needs for job positions.) Xeno currently works at the Daily Prophet. Sure, it’s corrupt and what they’re printing is hardly the truth, but Xen is convinced they’ll be able to change it from the inside out if only they try hard enough. They thought if they joined the Prophet they’d be able to print articles to change minds and change the ideals of the paper’s staff. So far it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere though. Most of his articles wind up getting cut out of the paper and the editor is scolding him more than publishing him. It’s starting to get frustrating, but they’re still holding out hope to make a difference. (The Quibbler will still be founded at a later date when Xen can no longer deny that they aren’t making any impact at the Prophet. Or possibly the Quibbler is founded as an Aversio propaganda paper that either uses Xen’s eccentric interests as a way to send veiled/coded messages to members or it just simply morphs into something entirely different as the war winds down and after Pandora’s death becoming the zany brain child seen in the books.)

Xenophilius sends Howlers quite frequently to anyone in the select group they consider friends. They’re not angry, no, of course not, that’s just now who he is. But there’s just something about a talking/screaming message that simply conveys things written letters can’t. Hand written messages just aren’t…dramatic emphatic enough.

More often than not, when writing Xen tends to dictate out loud to an enchanted quill while pacing around the room and keeping their hands busy.

Xen is a lover of accessories and is rarely without at least half a dozen rings between their two hands.

Xeno is a babbler. Bring up any topic he’s half interested in with anyone willing to even half pretend to be half listening and he’ll babble on endlessly about most anything. Their speech patters tend to involve long drawn out sentences that can be a bit hard to follow.

A few quick facts about their family: Their dad is a wizard while their mum is a muggle. Their father isn’t entirely supportive of their (for the time) progressive gender and sexual identities—the older Lovegood doesn’t necessarily scorn it or treat their child poorly, but he just doesn’t get it. Xen is an only child.

He brought a toad with him for his years at Hogwarts named Wartly. He talks to him a lot and even created a miniature, functional piano for the little guy to enjoy, fully infuriating most all of the Ravenclaw house as the toad would “play” at all hours of the night and Xen did absolutely nothing to “restrict the creature’s right to freedom of expression.”

Two brief headcanons about Xen as an adult that likely won’t have an impact on game play but I can’t shake:

Xen often calls his wife Panda Bear and his daughter his Little Moon

Xen’s knowns about the Deathly Hallows for quite some time, but the reason he carries so much information about them in Harry’s time is because of Pandora. After her death, Xenophilus poured himself into a way to bring back the love of his life. He’s still certain the only thing that could bring her back. He never managed it and maybe that’s for the best, but his knowledge of the Hallows comes down to his longing to bring back Panda.

Connections: 

(These are a few ideas for connections, all pending approval of the characters’ respective players and naturally his connections aren’t limited to these, but it’s a jumping off point and a look into how he relates to others)

Marlene—Marlene and Xen easily go back to their early Hogwarts days. She’s one of his best friends and one of few that can fully stomach everything that is the complexity of Xenophilius Lovegood. She’s a pub buddy and his go to for someone to smoke with. No one makes them smile and laugh quite the way Marlene can—even if they both spend just as much time rolling their eyes at one another.

The Black Family—The Black Family as a whole is just…distasteful to Xeno. They’re the perfect portrait of everything wrong in the wizarding community. They can’t stand them. Even Sirius, who’s long been a member of the Order and Aversio, Xen can’t quite bring themselves to fully trust—can someone truly disconnect so completely from a family so deeply tainted? The Blacks are violent and bigoted power hungry. Despite his typically warm personality, he’s often notably cold to the Black family and their backwards ways.

Rita—A fellow wizarding journalist, Xen and Rita have always been in the same circles. It doesn’t make them friends though. They have very different world views. She’s the kind who is actually published by the Prophet—though really he can’t see why as so many of her article are full of half-truths and exaggerations. Xeno is always trying to get her to write something good. Something worth her time. Something valuable and positive. It hasn’t worked thus far, so for the time being they’re really just rivals at best.

Arthur—Arthur Weasley is something of a treasure to Xen. They both have immense loves for things that no one else can quite fully appreciate. And sure, they don’t always have interest in the same sorts of things, but there is something nice about finding someone how loves loving things the way you do. The two can sit and babble on for hours, neither really saying anything relating to what the other’s just said and neither really minding because at least someone is finally listening to them.

Sybill—Sybill is so free and strange, just like himself and honestly, Xeno loves it. They always feel free to be unabashedly weird with her and it’s rather freeing. They’ve tried time and time again to get her to teach him divination. And she’s tried, she really has, but every time he fails to see anything of the future, he just tells her he’s failed to teach him properly rather than accept the fact that he’ll never have the affinity she does.

Lucius—Few people really truly get under Xenophilius’s skin quite the way Lucius does. He’s just so smug and so self-important and so sure he’s better than absolutely everyone when the reality is, he’s not. ‘Men’ who act like they are men, like they are more than what they are, when really, push comes to shove, they are nothing, are an utter frustration to Xeno. They’re very, very tempted to put him in his place and at some point, they just may. Someone needs to.

#headcanons #headcanon #audition

[chvrityburbage]

PROMPT 005 - WANTED CONNECTIONS

PLATONIC

acquaintance

toxic friends

friends of friends

best friends

close friends

old friends

childhood friends

unlikely friends

family friends

ride or die

secret friendship

bad influence (on)

good influence (on)

drinking/partying buddies

enemies turned friends

friends with lingering feelings

flirtatious friends

partners-in-crime

confidant/cornerstone

protective friendship

unlikely friends

mentored by/mentor to

“gym” buddies

study buddies

pen pals

wingman

ROMANTIC

childhood crush/romance

slow burn

relationship on the rocks

mutual crush

secret relationship

will they, won’t they

on again, off again

friends with benefits

exes that ended on good terms

exes that ended on bad terms

exes that still hook up

first kiss

first loves

first sexual encounter

secret relationship

one night stand

fling

drunk booty call

secret admirer

unrequited love

polyamorous ship

open relationship

cheating

rebound

(disclaimer: the furthest extent any nsfw options can go is fade to black)

ANTAGONISTIC

rivals

arch-enemies

frenemies

friends turned enemies

hateship

friends that ended on bad terms

fake friends

bullied by/bully to

enjoys annoying

annoyed by

VARIOUS

(second) cousins

estranged family

adopted family

neighbor

share a big secret together

dormmate

step-sibling/cousin/anything

drug dealer/customer

potions/any class partners

tutor/tutee

quidditch teammates

arranged marriage

“fake” lovers/cover-up

01- (open. one spot. death eaters or grindelwald supporters.) 

Kind-hearted and unfraid to speak her mind is how Charity’s lived her entire life. She will not hesitate to tell somebody, no matter how close they may be, how she feels about their choices or behavior. However, she’s a hopeful person too. If someone promises to change, she gives them a second chance and believes. This opens a door for somebody to use her, to convince her that they’re a good person when underneath the surface, they’re manipulating her into making more questionable choices, sharing information, or supporting their immoral actions. 

02- (open. multiple spots.) 

She tends to present herself as an easy-going girl, one who is strong, but also happy and generally with a positive attitude, as long as you exhibit decent morals. However, the attacks throughout the year have taken a toll on her, fear, worry, and stress bubbling to the surface, especially considering her blood status. She’s concerned for her family, since she’s always made her opinions and stance clear, and on top of that, there’s the end of seventh year approaching. These are the people Charity goes to when she needs to catch a break, relax, have a bit of fun during the dark times, or vent. 

03- (open. multiple spots. non-hufflepuffs.) 

Charity’s house has a reputation as the most tight knit of them all, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. However, she’s also formed quite the number of close bonds with people outside their house bubble. She’s not discriminatory when it comes to different houses, as long as the person is good. These are the ones she has more casual friendships with, but values nonetheless, and sees potential for their friendships to grow. 

#mmrp prompt005 #morsmordre points #mmrp charity burbage #wanted connections

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by @thesleepiesthufflepuff

It’s Fay time! Fay is not only an amazing writer but one of the kindest souls in the community, always supportive and engaged. I was really touched to receive a special treat from her on Liv Day, this scorching Pansmione micro that everyone should check ASAP. I actually got familiar with her work through these lovely micros, especially the wlw treats, then Almost Like Home left me breathless with epic Drarry aching and soon enough I was checking her works every time I needed some comfort food. That doesn’t mean they’re all fluffy, mind you! In fact, Fay is quite skilled at exploring some delicious bittersweet angst in short form. But somehow I find them all a gentle and warm as a cozy blanket. They’re also the perfect bite size reads to indulge after a long, stressful day as a way to treat yourself. I’m focusing on short fics hoping to give them some extra love, but let’s not forget to mention the excellent The Way We Wind aka the fic that made us all want to start knitting 🧶 a classic comfort fic that I highly recommend if you’re looking for something longer! Thanks for sharing such special love takes with us Fay, so happy to have you around!

Drarry

Almost Like Home (2021, E, 1k) - the ACHING! Gorgeous Greek aesthetics, pining Draco, sad fuck buddies with a happy ending and Blue’s incredible artwork as a treat to illustrate the most perfect scene ever

He looked beautiful like this — messy, and vulnerable, and entirely Draco's, even if it was just for an afternoon.

Drive a Little Slower (2021, G, 1.6k) - sweetest roommates to lovers with longing, companionable silences, meaningful conversations, sunset & confessions, it’s all here folks. Peak romance!

He silently willed Harry to drive a little slower. To let him pretend a little longer.

Dodged Bullet (2021, G, 1.1k) - birthday soulmate meet-cute my beloved! Really sweet take on it, and I love the recurring theme of ice cream on Fay’s fics!

Everyone gets a soul mark on their twenty-first birthday. Except for Draco, apparently.

Rare pairs

A Place to Fall (2021, E, 2k) - wlw lazy morning with adorable established relationship Ginsy, domestic bliss and sexy snogging interlaced with sappy confessions! Hot and sweet as all romantic things should be.

A month ago, Pansy would have laughed at the idea of dating Ginny Weasley, Seeker for the Holyhead Harpies and one of Britain’s most well-respected Quidditch players. Now, she supposes, things are different.

For All You Give (I'll Give It Back to You) (2022, T, 7k) - a gorgeous and heartfelt Golden Trio triad fic, gentle and tentative and comforting. The cottage vibes are immersive and my heart grew twice in size seeing how much these three care for each other, the feels 🥺

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Between the Houses (2021, E, 12k) - this made me immediately buy a ship I’ve never even thought of before! Lovely Dean/Charlie get together + established relationship, I adore their chemistry, Charlie’s sweetness and the life they build together in Romania. Now that’s a rare pair treat!

He paused on the doormat, taking out the ring that he’d stowed away several hours ago. Its white golden band caught on the amber light coming from the torches that lined the road of houses, and nestled in the middle of the ring was a circular moonstone that had belonged to his great-great-grandmother.

#hidden gems s2 #day 9