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lunar-xcreations:

Rules: If you reblog, have the common decency to request at least one before reblogging. Send me a word (or a few words) and I’ll write something about our characters doing stuff together.

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours. Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.   Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed. Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours. Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.) Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together. Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together. Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours. Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours. Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping. Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together. Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Request something!

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britishmenhaven:

When it comes to dating, I’m straightforward and traditional with a twist. - Luke Pasqualino

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loxley-blair:

Loxley scoffed. “Takes one to know one.” He liked it best when people didn’t take him too seriously. He guessed he was bad at conveying sarcasm, or he just had a really bad sense of humour, but also Dom had been around since they’d both been a lot younger, so he had to be used to it. “What girls would miss you? Imaginary ones don’t count, Dom.” He rounded the corner with a nonchalant shrug. “Yep. Girls would miss me. At least one. Better than you, buddy.”

Dom mirrored the sound, gently shoving the other boy. “Yeah, whatev’a,” he mumbled alike a child, without an argument. Though, the warmth wasn’t gone from his face, painting his visage. “Plenty’a girls would miss me, ya’ prat. Maeko, a’course, to start. Katie ------ ya’ know, bein’ so, uh, obsessed with me,” he finished smoothly, not able to afford a slip. For added effect, he drew his shoulders up in some candid show of earnestly which wasn’t nearly that. Don’t falter, he reminded himself, hand to the back of his head where he rubbed at the nape of his neck --- a show of his nervous habit.

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soledad-archer:

Sol wasn’t one to just let someone insult her, and with how upset she had been recently she had been itching to fight someone and get all of her anger and frustrations out. “I slapped you for being rude! You’re lucky I don’t have a chancla (slipper) with me!” Sol was pissed and she wanted to slap him again or even punch him but she was holding herself back to avoid actually hurting him. “I wouldn’t be angry if you weren’t such a dick. What is with all of the Slytherin boys and just being absolute assholes?” It actually irked her that he didn’t understand Spanish at least a bit to get he gist. She didn’t expect people to be fluent in Spanish or anything but it felt incredibly isolating when no one could understand her. Sometimes she spoke in Spanish without thinking and it could be a bit embarrassing when she realized no one understood her. “Or how about I don’t have to deal with it? I refuse to just lie down and let people walk all over me.” Sol rolled her eyes at his apology. “Fuck off. Your apology is as meaningless as your existence.” Sol walked right out of the changing room.

He huffed, something sharp of a sound that made him in the image of a bull --- which he might have been in his stubbornness. “Fuck,” he muttered, shoving his hands in a row of lockers which shuddered against them. Dom wanted to be angry with Sol, shout after her something terrible, but he knew he didn’t have the right. He was in the wrong, and how it frustrated him to be. Always saying the wrong things --- doing the wrong things, his thoughts mocked him. He never had any deep-seeded issues with himself, nothing of the lot who favored self-deprecation, but it was enough to make him hate himself. His hand took another swipe at the groaning metal of the lockers before he angrily gathered his things between his hands, storming out of the changing room right after her. “Merlin, wait up. Sol, bloody ‘ell, I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry,” he called after her, long legs meeting her in few strides.

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smiths-cooper:

“I-” It seemed the other was putting two and two together finally. Cooper would have left already but he felt as if his legs were simple glued to the floor. “I walked into the wrong room…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He was hoping Dominic wouldn’t get too angry, if it wasn’t another Slytherin, Cooper suspected he may have been hexed by now.

“Get out, for Merlin’s sake,” he shouted, groaning as he looked about himself as if to check that he were fully dressed --- he was, even if he didn’t feel like it. Still wrapped about in some sort of disbelief, he shook his head again, a breathy laugh heavy with bitterness weighing on his lips. “No fuckin’ privacy, bloody ‘ell,” he muttered, huffing irritatedly as he scooped up his bag of gear on his shoulder.

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the-trickster-lioness:

The small Gryffindor bit her lip and kicked a the ground for a second, her tone was too sharp, her attitude, she knew the situation and Katie wondered why she had so many problematic friends. Eva, Dom, the pair of them weren’t the best sort according to most of her friends, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “Not a thing will leave my mouth about anything Dom. My sister plays football, she’s a good player I’ve seen a few of her games. But I dunno, Seeker seems to be only for Quidditch, most muggle games means that different people can do big scores like that.” Katie shrugged, muggle culture and film and music she could talk about. But sports in both the magical and wizarding world wasn’t her forte. The Gryffindor sighed at the lack of expression on Dom’s face, she missed being able to openly speak with him like when they were children. But she kept her mouth shut.

Tonight, his bones willed him. Maybe it was because he was trying to justify his actions, but part of him also believed that it wasn’t just him looking to get hurt if he was caught with Katie. She was strong, he knew, but he couldn’t help but worry where he had no right to. “Ye’ a good friend, y’know that? Merlin, I don’t know how ya’ put up with m’shit time and time again,” he blurted out, pulling her into a hug. Right then, he hadn’t the capacity to care who saw, limbs wrapped around her and giving a gentle squeeze before his feet pulled him apart from her. “Tonight, K. I promise, yeah?” There was finally a grin about his face as he looked to her, ducked his head, and drew his gaze back up through flittering lashes. Of course there were words unsaid, and he supposed there might always be, but that was alright as long as he had her.

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odettedarrow:

Odette had no reason to be hostile with Dom, but she couldn’t stand him anymore. She couldn’t stand his attitude with her and she was not about to put up with it. “My parents wouldn’t care if I died, so excuse me if I’m not keen on using proper etiquette.” Odette let out a hollow laugh before pursing her lips. She had never cared to continue to care about her manners ever since she met Louise. The herbologist was never rude, but she also learned not to take crap from other people. She almost wished that he would hurt her, but she knew he wouldn’t. So help her if she wanted to put up a fight with those who acted better than her, better than muggleborns and half bloods. She was not about to stand down in her beliefs. “You’re not better than me,” she muttered low enough that he might not even hear her. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I’m different. I’ve always been different. You better go, you shouldn’t be seen with me,” Odette said sarcastically. At one point in her life, they had been such good friends Odette hated that now they couldn’t even speak without being hostile. 

He laughed, sound that filled the hollow space with his externalized bitterness. It was a dry, mocking tone that mimicked more of a cough --- a sharp exhale. “Yeah? Would ya’ even care f’ they dropped dead anyway? Doubt ya’ would by the way ya’ talk about ‘em,” he snapped, drawing in a shaky breath. Yes, breathe --- --- just breathe. He couldn’t stand the chill in her voice or the judgement in her gaze which seemed to say to him, you’re a monster. Maybe he was, but if it was on behalf of love for his kin, he could live with that. Even if only barely so. “Different? Ya’ not jus’ different anymore, ye’ an alien. Wanna go off and play hero? Mighty fuckin’ fine by me, but don’t treat like arse ‘cause ‘ve got personal loyalty to m’family. Because that’s just it, you’re not better than me,” he spat, voice threatening to break under the tension. It was hard, so fucking hard to try to be a good son --- a good person, and it made his head want to explode.

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soledad-archer:

“Well don’t be so rude. Odioso.” Sol was glad when he pulled on a jumper and she could stop averting her eyes, but she didn’t know why she didn’t just leave. Probably stubbornness. When she insulted her reading and Quidditch skills she was quick to deliver a sharp slap across his face. She may have been trying to stop hexing people but that didn’t mean she had to take being insulted. “Hijo de la gran puta! Inglés ni siquiera es mi primer idioma! Perdóname, huevon. Y no te atrevas a insultar a mis habilidades de Quidditch . Trato más que tú y yo soy mejor de lo que nunca será.” Sol was pissed off and she didn’t even realize she was speaking Spanish.

Translation: “Son of a bitch! English isn’t even my first language! Pardon me, jerk. And don’t you dare insult my Quidditch skills. I try more than you and I’m better than you will ever be.”

He knew he’d been acting like an arse to her, but he couldn’t have said he expected her to slap him because of it. It was a sharp pain that made him hiss with discomfort, leaving a splotchy red mark smattered across his cheek from the impact. “Oi, ya’ fuckin’ hit me ! I can’t believe ya’ actually fuckin’ slapped me ya’ buggerin’ twat,” he shouted, rubbing his hand along his cheek soothingly. It seemed he was rather good at making others angry with him, enough to coax a string of Spanish from his teammate’s lips. “Ain’t gotta’ clue what ya’ sayin’, but I tell ya’ what, ‘ve got no time for ya’ fits today. Work on ya’ bleedin’ self control, Archer. People are always gonna’ say thin’s that ye’ don’t like but sometimes ya’ gotta’ deal with it --- and, whatever, ‘m sorry,” he shot back at her, even if his apology carried no depth. He couldn’t say he exactly cared to apologize to a girl who’d slapped him; they were even.

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elainesappington:

She gritted her teeth, slowly counting backwards from ten in her head. Don’t snap, don’t snap, don’t snap, she repeated to herself. Don’t be so uptight. Elaine, despite her faults, was just self-aware enough to recognize her more prudish nature; it was something that she hadn’t been broken of and led to a common vague discomfort. Swearing seemed like it was too much, low necklines seemed too risky, and even the possibility of walking in on someone when they were only partially through putting on clothes made her feel itchy, let alone when it actually happened. “Like I said, this was a mistake and certainly not a matter of wanting to catch you like— this,” she argued, then sighed heavily, dropping her hand from her forehead and smoothing down the front of her jumper. Her eyes flitted back to the boy briefly and her tense shoulders relaxed a fraction in relief when she saw he was nearly covered, but the ease only lasted a moment before his words registered and she scowled. Elaine crossed her arms, sending her quidditch bag into her leg and causing her to stiltedly adjust her stance with a small grimace. “I wasn’t blushing,” she blurted. “And besides, alluding to any… lack of clothing like that is highly inappropriate. Might I remind you that I hold the power to deduct House points, so… don’t do that,” Elaine said, her voice carefully even as she lifted her chin, finally setting her gaze back on him to check if he was, in fact, completely decent. “Good. Let’s… Let’s keep it that way.” She paused, then straightened. “And you should apologize for calling me an idiot.”

He seemed to forget himself, he realized. It was so easy to fall back to his old habits when his housemates weren’t there to shove reprimanding elbows at him with cross looks about their faces. Elaine wasn’t a pureblood, of course he’d known that much, but he also knew it wasn’t innately in his nature to spurn her because of it. Rather, it’d been learned. If he so much as left his eyes on Katie too long in the corridor, he’d have received a stern letter from his father which reiterated a threat that had so shaken him to even think on --- to pull him entirely from Hogwarts. Then, he’d always thought his father would’ve preferred to send him off to Durmstrang to harden to the steel his brothers could be seen to be. It only eased him into that reality when he danced along a flirting line with Elaine too, he recognized that. His conscious always weighed on him in times like those, crushing him to the point that it sometimes took his breath away, but then his coldly analytical reasoning settled in. It was between a couple teasing words with a mudblood or his place at Hogwarts. “’Course it was, Sappington. Person like ya’ only gets so many looks at a bloke like me, pureblooded and whatnot --- ‘m sure it’s fascinatin’. Nevermind t’ fact that I’d never go f’ ya’, a’course. But y’knew that already, did ya’ not?” he canted smoothly, sanguine air not gone from him despite how he wanted to shout or throw something --- to do anything to release his bottled frustration. She didn’t deserve the words he threw at her but he was selfish in that way. “Deduct points? Guess ya’ mudbloods gotta assert y’selves in some way. Yer’ gettin’ ridiculous though if ya’ think ‘m lowerin’ myself to apologize to you,” he added, shaking his head in some amused disbelief though he knew he should.

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musings-of-maeko:

“No use waking the whole castle, Dom, it isn’t anything I haven’t seen before,” Maeko replied calmly as she slipped undeterred into the room and closed the door, the aloof smirk that had grown to be her trademark streaked across her face. “‘Sides,” she continued, walking casually toward Dom without waiting for him to cover himself, though resisting the temptation to let her eyes wander, “I’m convinced you lot are hoarding all the good shampoo down here, between the luscious locks on you and Envest.” Maeko winked and tugged playfully at a strand of her friend’s hair before plopping herself onto a nearby bench and propping her feet up nonchalantly.  In truth, she had merely wanted to escape to somewhere quiet and hidden, for a moment, and she imagined Dom had been trying to do the same.

Right, of course, he thought with pink blossoming along his cheeks. Still, she always seemed to catch him off guard, coaxing the breath from his chest in something tangled and messy as though he were doing something wrong by looking at her, and he felt as though he was when one counted the feelings that were strung along in his softened eyes. Especially when he thought of Tucker. “Maeko, if ya’ wanted a peak, there’s no need to be shamed. Got quite a nice body, m’self --- I don’t blame ya’ f’ being interested in what ya’ missin’,” he recovered quickly, a quirk in his lips as he stepped into his trousers. He pulled on his jumper next as he moved to sit beside her, taking pleasure in the small things of their skin brushing or catching her gaze. He knew she’d long moved on, but he couldn’t well suppress his own still ever present fancy for Maeko. “Y’sure ya’ weren’t jus’ lookin’ to see me indecent? Or maybe lookin’ for alone time again?” He liked to think he’d learned well enough about her over the years to tell when she was trying to get away from other people, even if only for a little bit, but that might have been his pride again. Though, he liked to think they were similar in that way, and that too, made him think about how easy it was with her. She was pureblooded and bloody gorgeous and alike him, which were traits harder to find than one would have thought.

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soledad-archer:

“What?” Sol hadn’t been looking where she was going and had apparently ended up in the Boy’s changing room instead of the Girl’s. She quickly looked around and then noticed Dom’s state of undress and her eyes widened as he mouth hung open a bit in shock. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.” She hadn’t meant to go into the wrong room and much less to see Dom like that. She was quuick to avert her eyes and look up at the ceiling, the floor, basically anything that wasn’t Dom.

“Or y’could get out, for Merlin’s fuckin’ sake,” he groaned irritatedly. Still, he didn’t waste time pulling a snug jumper over himself, albeit a bit huffy and puffy about it. After all, he hadn’t exactly expected to be walked in on. In fact, he’d almost begun to wonder if the universe was against him then, to rob him of even a moment of precious isolation. “Can’t read, can ya’ Sol? Mighty shame for ya’ since y’skills on pitch are shite too, I’ll bet,” he bit, though his tone didn’t read as sharp as his words. Dom hadn’t the energy to bicker with her, and she obviously didn’t do anything on purpose to barge in on him.

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loxley-blair:

“Maybe. I sort of hope so. I want them out of the way.” Loxley was actually a good student, despite his personality and demeanor, he did quite well and he wanted to keep it that way. He was glad to find someone who wasn’t entirely devastated by the news, or at least someone who was good at hiding it. “You’re such a wanker.” Loxley snorted. “Shit shirt.” Either way, he let go of Dom’s apparently new shirt and simply expected him to follow. “I’m performing a public service, I should be thanked.”

Dom wasn’t so much good at hiding his grief so much as being distracted from it by his friend. The death of his Headmistress had hit home as hardly as it had for anyone, maybe even harder with the passing of one of the few people who didn’t misunderstand him, a trait he couldn’t even count in some of his closest of friends. “Yeah? You’re a fuckin’ prat anyway,” he retorted, but the light-hearted smile on his face contradicted his crude words as he followed in tow of the Blair boy. It followed with a bellow of laughter, a sound Dom hadn’t heard out of himself in a long time. “Ya’ kiddin’ me? The gals’ll miss me so terribly when ‘m gone, they might even grow ta’ resent you f’ takin’ me away. Least ya’ got Lana though, yeah?”

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suyinchang:

“Merlin’s beard! Not as if I knew you’d be practicing after hours,” she shot back, slipping her wand away. Looks like her vague plans of charming the plumbing in the Slytherin changing rooms so that the water ran green were officially being put out. Ah, well. It wasn’t her best idea to begin with. She was just so tired lately. Ever since McGonagall’s death, she hadn’t been sleeping well. She’d thought an easy prank might be just what she needed, but now that it was foiled, she thought it might have been a rather feeble plan to start with. But he didn’t need to know she’d had any plans at all. 

“A bit tired, sorry. Wanted to get in a bit of late practice of my own – suppose I can’t fault you for it.” She clapped a hand over her eyes before smirking slightly. “Didn’t mean to bust in on your indecency or whatever. Not that it appears you’ve got anything to be ashamed of, does it?” 

“Not as if ya’ should be in ‘ere anyway,” he shot back, eyes narrowed and challenging at her --- completely forgotten of his less than appropriate level of dress for a moment. He didn’t exactly think she had any bad intentions in mind, but it wasn’t so hard to tell one changing room from another, he knew. Too, he could tell she wasn’t a face he’d seen in Slytherin, so that ruled out what little reason left she had to be there. “’Course ‘ve got nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he recounted before pausing, finally reaching into his pile of spare clothes to tug on a pair of joggers, “Can’t be too sure ya’ weren’t lookin’ for a practice and peep at t’ poor souls changin’ though, lookin’ determined as y’were.”

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smiths-cooper:

He was still wet and glistening and seemed not even to care that Cooper had intruded on his privacy. Meanwhile, Cooper was still pink and flustered. Perhaps it didn’t occur to Dom, but Cooper was completely in the wrong place, and was also not expecting to being noticed. The image of Dom did excite him, Dom was rather beautiful, but it rattled in the boy’s brain for too long. He blinked finally, looking for words to say. “I-i’m sorry…I’m sorry….I was looking for Jeremy…” He made a point to stop staring at Dom’s damp body finally.

His brows knit together in a message of confusion at the name. Had he heard it correctly? As far as he knew, Jeremy was a ‘puff --- proud and true. After all, it wasn’t hard to forget with Tyler as a mate, who talked about his shiny new boyfriend on end. That, in itself, flipped a switch in his head. “What the hell’a ya’ doin’ in ‘ere then?” he demanded, suddenly more acutely aware of the boy’s previous staring. He glanced over his shoulder at the wall behind him, not surprised to find the Slytherin crest there --- a validation that he was in the right place, but still very much so at the other’s presence in the room.

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Everything I went through / you were standing there by my side. (x)

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elainesappington: 

Caught off guard, Elaine blinked rapidly, coming to a sudden halt; her bag hung from her fingers, threatening to fall to the ground. She stood for a moment, umoving, her mind racing to catch up with the sight before her. Quickly, her cheeks flushed and her hand flew up to forehead as she pointedly looked away. “I— God — You don’t have to call me an idiot! It was a mistake. I just — I heard a noise and knew there wasn’t a formal practice scheduled for today and —” she exhaled sharply, letting out a low sound of frustration, then stamped her foot lightly; the flush creeped down her neck and she grimaced, feeling the heat spread. “Could you please put on some clothes? I am a prefect and perfectly within my right to question why you’re here.”

He couldn’t help but allow a slip of laughter from his lips, a soft bellowing of a sound that reverberated in his chest. There was nothing he exactly found amusing in the way she’d barged in on him, but her flustered reaction had done well to make him forget himself. “Sappington. If ya’ wanted to see me so indecent as this, ya’ could ‘ave jus’ told me. After all, walkin’ in on unsuspectin’ men is no way to use that prefect title, yeah? How improper,” he quipped as he made quick work of moving into his change of clothes. To see any other so embarrassed by the situation, even more so than he, made him forgetting of his prior mortification. Indeed, to see Elaine with flush crawling up into her face was a sight that did well to boost his comfort, and ego. “I’d argue that ya’ interrogation would be a massive lot more fun if there were less clothes involved, but y’can stop blushin’ now. ‘M decent.”

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smiths-cooper:

Someone had decided that of all the competent Hufflepuff boy, Cooper could be tasked with going into the Hufflepuff Boys’ Changing room and giving clothes to Jeremy, who’d left his out. Cooper, after mustering up the courage and deciding he could live with the possible awkwardness, moved in with his head down into the wrong room. At first, he jumped with shock as Dom called him out, his cheeks pinkening until he was almost the color of bubblegum. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. Just wide-eyed staring. Cooper was mortified.

“Jus’ gonna stand there all bugger eyed, are ya’? Thought y’were some gal, walkin’ in absentmindedly like that,” he explained annoyedly, shrugging on a shirt lazily as though it were of little concern to him, the situation. And it was. He hadn’t exactly seen the other boy around in Slytherin, but he figured there had to be some purpose to him being in their changing room. Then, maybe he had too much faith considering the baffled expression on the stranger’s face. Nevertheless, he ran another hand through his slicked hair, wet from the shower he’d made a point of taking; practice always made him smell something horrible with Loxley bound to complain if he returned without a proper wash .