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jamespotterthefirst · 2 years

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Choices LIs Rated

Thank you @trappedinfanfiction and @planet-alicorn for the tag!

Tagging: @takeharryandgo, @lucy-268, @coffeeheartaddict2, @heauxplesslydevoted, @genevievemd, @bex-la-get, @danijimenezv, @potionsprefect, @liaromancewriter, @peonyblossom, and anyone who wants to do it!

This is the ranking system I made up:

Highest Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Additional:

🔥 (Means this LI fucks GOOD)

💗 (FLUFF VIP)

🌩️ (Delicious Angst)

🏆 HALL OF FAME, BABY. ALL TIME FAVE.

Let’s goooooo

#LoveHacks:

Mark Collins ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥

I’m a sucker for friends to loves, okay? I fuck with that so hard. Plus, Ben annoyed me.

A Courtesan of Rome

Cassius ⭐⭐

Syphax ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥

Again, I’m a sucker for friends to lovers. So you know I had to go with Syphax. Not without being a slut first. Cassius was okay. Not bad. And I’d rather die than fuck M*** A***** seriously. I did play him though. That was the highlight of the finale.

Baby Bump

Mayor Dixon ⭐⭐⭐

Sarcastic asshole who went down on my MC? Yes, please.

Blades of Light and Shadow

Mal ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥

Tyril ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥

Literally couldn’t pick one so I made two MCs. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥 🔥 + 🌩️🌩️

Omg. When he sucked my MC’s blood and the he sucked her ***. BYE

Also, my toxic trait was mentally forcing this man to say ILY even after I died and came back to life.

Desire & Decorum

Mr. Sinclaire ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥 🔥 + 🌩️+ 💗

Babe, when he moaned??? The first time he fucked my MC. lkjdfksl. Core memory.

He also took a bullet for me. Instant hall of fame.

Distant Shores

Edward ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🌩️

Oh Captain my Captain! We could’ve had it all but that bitch pb was playing too much.

Endless Summer

Jake ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The minute he called me Princess and I called him Top Gun, it was a done deal.

Foreign Affairs

Tatum ⭐⭐⭐

Friends to lovers, my beloved. Also, we could’ve had it aaaaaaall.

Hero

Grayson ⭐⭐⭐

Kenji ⭐⭐⭐

I might have a thing for bosses in this app...

Home for the Holidays

Wyatt ⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 💗 💗

FRIENDS TO LOVERSSSSSSSSS. SECOND CHANCE? And he’s a sweetheart. The choice was clear.

It Lives in the Woods

Connor ⭐⭐

He was cool. I had to pick someone so here we are.

It Lives Beneath

Parker ⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥

Lost a star because he’s a cop. Otherwise he would have been perfect.

Mother of the Year

Thomas Mendez ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥 🔥 + 🌩️🌩️ + 💗 💗 💗 💗

🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆

I am a slut for my Mexican American dorky lawyer FIRST and human being second. Like, the moment my MC met him, she knew he was hot but the moment he went all lawyer on that principal? He was the one. AND WHEN HE ASKED GUY’S UGLY ASS WHAT LILY (MY MC’S DAUGHTER) WANTED TO BE WHEN SHE GREW UP? He graduated to God Tier.

I will never forget when this guy and my MC made Pozole and then fucked til kingdom come. It’s like whoever wrote that scene knew me on a molecular level.

Nightbound

Nik Ryder ⭐⭐⭐ + 🌩️🌩️🌩️🌩️

My MC told him she loved him and he basically said “K.” So then she died. I just wish PB would have shown a scene with him crying over her body dsklfjsdlkf

Open Heart

Oh, lads. You already know.

Ethan Ramsey

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗

🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️

🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆

Ultimate MVP, y’all. Unmatched, undefeated. My MC laughed, cried, and c***.

That fucking scene where they met and he started calling her Rookie and then LATER LAUGHED AND CALLED HER BROKE. Then she called him an asshole which he totally heard. That was the genesis. They were both like “I have never been more offended by something so true” or whatever the meme says. (This is not considering Bree’s version where I have them meet minutes before, where he almost runs her over. Run me over too sir)

ALL THE WAY TO THE LAST SCENE WHERE HE SAYS HE’S NEVER BEEN HAPPIER, HE’S PROUD OF MY MC, AND HE LOVES HER

There is so much in the “in between” but I have been screaming about it on this blog for almost 3 years. You guys get the idea.

Also, king of giving head. King of my heart.

Perfect Match

Damien Nazario ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 + 🌩️ 🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️+ 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗 + 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆

Best friends to lovers. Sarcastic asshole with a fluffy inside. Angst. BOMB SEX (that train scene, y’all). 5/5 would do him again.

Platinum

Raleigh Carrera ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐+ 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 + 💗 💗 💗

🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆

PAPI! When he was drunk and said it felt like every song he’s ever written has been about MC? GAH DAYUM. Then he f**** my MC so good while speaking Spanish. dsjfkldsf

Queen B

Ian Kingsley ⭐⭐ + 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

Toxic but great sex. I never finished the book but I can see my MC moving on after graduation. Thanks for the memories. Goodbye.

Red Carpet Diaries

Matt Rodriguez ⭐⭐⭐

I had to pick someone and I kinda loved him. I also hated everyone else. I didn’t make it far enough in the series to meet Hunt.

Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Logan ⭐⭐⭐ + 🌩️ 🌩️🌩️ 🌩️🌩️

The classic plot of “It was all a game/plot/bet but I ended up falling for you for real”. I liked him. I’d like to think my MC found him again one day.

The Elementalists

Bucket ⭐⭐⭐ + 💗 💗 💗 💗

I remember being a BH stannie on tumblr (though a quiet one). LOL, it was a rough time but we persevered, babes

The Royal Romance

King Liam ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ + 🌩️ 🌩️🌩️+ 💗 💗 💗 💗 💗

My first LI ever on this app. Never forget.

Veil of Secrets

Flynn O'Malley ⭐⭐⭐

Lost a star for looking like Ian Summerhandle

#ethan ramsey #thomas mendez #damien nazario

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raviliuz · 3 years

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Slytherin Boys' sexual orientation

Okay, let's start from the oldest so

Terence Higgs — bisexual

Honestly, Terence has never questioned himself about his orientation. His parents and older brother are really lovely, supportive people and he was raised to believe that it doesn't matters who do you love. So when he found out he is into both, he just shrugged it off, not finding it unusual. He has never actually come out, like "hey I have to tell you something... I'm bi". Nah, one day he just mentioned liking a boy in a conversation with parents

Marcus Flint — gay

Dude, it was hard for him. He's gay and he has been sure about that since he was 12 and had a GIANT crush on Charlie Weasley. Marcus himself is really tolerant, even though he doesn't look like he would, but his parents... Flint family is one of pureblood, noble families and Marcus is a huge disappointment for his parents. Not only does he have awful grades and can't even imagine working in Ministry but also turned out to be gay and stubborn enough to scare every girl his family introduced to him. But now he doesn't stay in touch with his family and his a happy person with an amazing boyfriend

Cassius Warrington — unlabeled

He was sure he's straight... Until he wasn't. He fell in love with a boy and it was harsh. Cass wanted to spend time with him and it was mutual. They became really close but Cassius still didn't find out he's attracted to him, not wanting to admit it even to himself. It caused a whole drama because Ernie (that boy) asked him out, being sure Warrington has feelings for him (like guys, he acted like they were already a couple). Cass blurted out he's not gay and fucked up pretty badly. Ernie was crying, Cassius realised he IS in love with him and was hating himself for hurting the boy. After a long talk with Terence, Cassius came to Ernie's dorm to explain his behaviour and say sorry. They are dating now. Cassius prefered to stay unlabeled, not really thinking about his orientation because naming it can be confusing and he doesn't want another crisis

Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole — straight

There is not much to talk about, they are straight. Never questioned it but they are really supportive and if one of them falls in love with a boy, he would just accept it. U know, being comfortable with your sexuality >> being confident about it

As a fun fact I can add that Lucian has no gag reflex which is a perfect topic for his friends to joke about. Terence once straight up said that he's wasting himself on being straight

Adrian Pucey — pansexual

Love is love, live in peace. Adrian, since he can remember, believes that gender doesn't matter. If a person is not a dickhead, he likes them and can love them. He did actually come out to his parents and friends but it's not much of a story, he has known they will support him and they do.

Graham Montague — i dont know how to name it

Okay, it's complicated. Graham doesn't think about his orientation at all. He doesn't really care about it, not liking naming things especially when there is no perfect term, which would describe him on point. He has been in love only with girls but he doesn't reject the thought of loving a boy or someone in-between. But the most important thing is that he doesn't seek for love. He doesn't find it necessary to be in a relationship, never trying to find a girlfriend or feeling the need to be in love. If he feels something, he will try it but it is not important for him. He would never use any type of dating app

Miles Bletchley — straight

He was questioning his orientation and wanted to try. Ernie (yes, the same Ernie from Cassius part, that's actually how Cass and Ernie got to know each other and became close) knowing how hard it is to be questioning orientation and seeking for true yourself, wanted to help. He and Miles started dating (it was clear for both of them that that can not work out and Miles might be straight and they were okay with it). Ernie was lovely but Miles became convinced he's straight, they are still close friends

Fun fact, Adrian was really opposed to the idea of dating someone to find out your orientation. He knows Miles made it clear and Ernie was okay with that, but Ade, being in love with his best friend, knows better than anyone that you cant choose who you love and you can fall in love knowing, you have no chances of dating that person. He was worried that Ernie, acting with Miles like a couple, might fall in love (it's not that hard when you are physically affectionate) and be hurt

Also — Draco bi, Theo Nott hetero-romantic, asexual, Blaise Zabini pan, Pansy Parkinson gay but likes making out with both, she just likes kissing and gender doesn't really matter, but yeah, loves girls

Well, it's longer than I thought it would be. Anyway, there was my school's day today and instead of lessons we have a topic day — every class had to choose a topic and dressed like that and decore classroom. My class did casino and it was awesome and I looked so hot and my tutor/main teacher did it with us and he was a dealer

I love my school (sometimes)

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licensedqueerio · 3 years

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Excerpt of a fic I'm writing!! This is a proposal scene between Hogwarts Champion!Cassius Warrington and his boyfriend, Graham Montague. And if anyone's interested, my fancast for them is here.

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Word count: 823

Pairing: Cassius Warrington x Graham Montague

Warnings: underage drinking, underage smoking, just Slytherins being Slytherins

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Lucian laid strewn across one of the couches, his head hanging off the edge, a bottle clutched in his fist, in very real danger of spilling all across the floor. Or worse, falling from his grasp and shattering on the stone. Luckily, they were spared from cleaning up the mess as he sat up immediately when he noticed the couple that just walked through the doors.

"Cass!" He cheered. “Cassie you did it! Come on, come on, come drink,” he urged, holding the bottle out with a wide grin. His pale cheeks now stained red. whether it was from the alcohol or from his head hanging off the couch was unknown. “Toast! Toast!” He managed to cheer with contagious enthusiasm.

Terence laughed. “Yeah, Cassie. Why not give us a toast?” He drawled, sitting in an armchair in a manner that would probably have his parents horrified. A lit cigarette hung from his fingers.

Cassius laughed and stepped forward, depositing the golden egg that he had received just moments earlier on a chair. He approached Lucian and took the bottle from him. Then he held it up. He looked around at his friends consideringly before speaking, “to Pip. Without whom I most certainly would be in the hospital wing right now,” he said, then turning to Graham and holding it out to him.

“And to Grahammie. I don’t know where I’d be without you, lovely,” he said, before taking a large gulp of the firewhiskey. He coughed, grimacing at the burning sensation the whiskey left in its wake. He turned to Graham and grinned, reaching out with his free hand. He held the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you,” he said, before pulling him in for a searing kiss.

Graham was all too eager to return the kiss, grabbing the side of his face as he kissed him long and good. The relief it conveyed was not lost on Cassius.

“Get a room!” Adrian hollered, which sent a fit of rambunctious laughter throughout the Slytherins present.

Cassius pulled away, keeping his forehead resting against Grahams, breathing softly. His attention was all on him, paying no mind to the other occupants of the room. He looked up into piercing green eyes. “Marry me,” he murmured. And he didn't mean to say it. This was not how he wanted to do this. Besides it was too soon. He was waiting until they were done with school. But...it felt right to say it now. He could have died earlier fighting that damned dragon. And what better time than the present?

The facial expression Graham pulled would have made Cassius laugh in any other circumstance, but he was serious. One hundred percent. He wanted this man in his life forever. For as long as they both lived.

Graham pulled away from him. “You’re drunk,” he said, in denial. Which was made apparent by the way he shook his head, waving his arms in an ‘x’. “Cass, you can’t—you can't say things like that.” He rubbed a hand over his face, taking a step back from him.

“I had one drink,” Cassius protested, taking a step forward and passing off the bottle of firewhiskey to Lucian, who took it with great confusion, looking wildly between the two. “I’m not drunk. I mean it.”

By now, they were drawing everyone's attention. The chatter had began to quiet as they looked on. Trying to figure out what was happening; what Cassius had said to make Graham upset.

“Firewhiskey makes people courageous. Remember that one time we convinced Dei to jump in the lake in the middle of winter in his underwear? You’re not thinking clearly right now,” Graham continued, taking another step back, the disbelief coating his words.

“I’m thinking perfectly clear right now, Graham. I’m serious. Marry me,” Cassius repeated, loud enough for all Slytherin’s present to hear. But he didn’t care. “I love you with all my heart, You’re who I want to spend the rest of my life with. We’ve been through a lot together, and you’ve always stuck by my side. You have my heart and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Life without you in it is…is pointless. I want you and only you.”

“You don’t have a ring,” Graham stammered, but he had stopped walking backwards. His hands were held out to try and physically keep Cassius back. But Cassius just took them gently in his own.

And then, Cassius, every so slowly, sank down to one knee, releasing his hands. He slipped off his signet ring—the very ring his mother had given him the day of her death—and he held it out to him. “Graham Montague, will you marry me?” He asked. His voice was loud and clear. No hesitation in his words because he wanted to make sure Graham understood he meant it. That even though this was sudden, it didn't mean he meant it any less.

Graham looked down at him, eyes wide as saucers. And then he nodded. “Of course I will,” he said, placing his hand back in Cassius’.

Adrian loudly whooped. Then someone started clapping. And soon the room was filled with joyous noises and congratulations.

A wide, unapologetic grin split Cassius’ face. A hysterical, disbelieving laugh bubbling past his lips as he slipped his ring over Graham’s finger. "I love you,” he said as he was helped back onto his feet.

“Then why are you crying?” Graham laughed, grinning as he cupped Cassius’ cheeks, brushings his thumbs against cheeks wet with tears and a burning heat.

“I don’t know,” Cassius laughed, attempting to wipe at his tears.

“Congrats, you two!” Terence cheered as he came over to ruffle both of their hair. “I always knew you’d end up hitched. I’m happy for you both.”

Cassius grinned up at him. “Thank you, Terence,” he said sincerely.

“Yeah congrats you love birds!” Adrian cheered. “But don’t think this changes anything! Absolutely no sucking face in front of me.”

Graham laughed at that. “Then don’t look,” he replied, before drawing Cassius in again, one arm securely around his waist and the around supporting the back of his head. He kissed him fiercely, suddenly dipping him backwards. Just because he could.

Even louder cheers broke out at their display.

And Cassius couldn’t have been any happier.

#ransomswriting #harry potter #harry potter fic #slytherin quidditch team #slytherin #graham montague #cassius warrington #graham montague x cassius warrington #marriage proposal #fluff and romance #hogwarts champion Cassius Warrington

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centvr · 4 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

[ mat bar/zal . 20 . male . he / him ] just saw 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐔𝐒 '𝐂𝐀𝐙' 𝐙𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 dragging their suitcase up the steps of 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . good luck living with 𝐇𝐈𝐌 , word around campus is that they’re 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 , 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 . makes sense they chose that house now , doesn’t it ? let’s hope this new living situation doesn’t affect their 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 year of 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 [ oliver . 22 . they/them . est ]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

the son of one of the most prominent nflers not following in his father's footsteps, shunned for choosing the wrong sport ( perhaps his father should have known, naming him CASSIUS after the betrayer ) ; a graduate of the us national team development ( hockey ) program where he really came into his own as a TWO-WAY CENTER & continues to grow with his college team ; in his third and final year studying BIOLOGY, because if the nhl didn’t pan out he always wanted to be a vet ; a sharks prospect, but A MINNESOTA BOY through and through, from his love of frozen lakes to his love of hockey ; just someone who hides everything with a smile and a nonchalant attitude even when he’s about to break and knows failure is not an option when he's come this far.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

( tw for death & verbal / emotional abuse )

— cassius adrian zeckhauser was born on a chilly november day, the first snow flurries of the year fluttering outside the st. paul ( minnesota ) hospital window. star nfl quarterback robert zeckhauser at the tailend of his career and his beautiful model wife welcomed their newborn son into what should have been the perfect life — with a name like that though, it probably should’ve been obvious that he wasn’t destined to be happy.

— and it was extremely close to perfect for almost twelve years. time was split between st paul and a summer and vacation home in monterey, california. caz followed in his father’s footsteps playing football, and also hockey as all good minnesota children do. it was a snowy night not too long after his twelfth birthday when his mother passed away suddenly of what doctors claimed were natural causes. they never were able to identify what exactly it was that ended her beautiful life, all caz knows is that after that things changed.

— now in retirement from playing, his father sold their main home in minnesota and moved them permanently to monterey. grief changes people, and not always for the better. in the wake of the loss of his wife, robert zeckhauser threw himself into the bottom of a bottle and coaching rather than face his grief and became obsessed with what he saw to be his son’s god given path to nfl stardom.

— caz, to his credit, did show great potential at football. his father’s additional coaching only gave him an edge : no one could argue that he was talented just because of his father’s influence — unless they were just referring to him inheriting his genes. caz loved football actually, but that was before his father’s dogged obsession with him succeeding in it. then high school came and thing became much worse. the more robert zeckhauser became obsessed with his son following in his football career, the more caz began to hate it.

— the field was soon associated with negativity, even though his coaches did their best, it wasn’t enough to tamper the infamous temper of robert zeckhauser. he never laid a hand on caz, but that was only because he didn’t have to — caz was simply too afraid.

— and so caz began to spend more and more time at the one place that seemed to bring good memories for him : the ice rink. growing up in minnesota, caz knew how to skate and how to play the game, of course ; it was pretty much inevitable. he’d shown what same said could be elite PROMISE at that too before robert zeckhauser packed up ship and moved them to sunny california. hockey wasn’t just for the frigid sub-zero temperatures of canada.

— with the extra time on the rink to calm his mind and escape the noise of the outside world, caz became even better, standing out boldly on his hockey team as the BEST by miles ( and that meant catching the attention of scouts for a certain program ). robert would yell at dinner about priorities ; for once, caz wouldn’t listen. it all came to a head when caz received an invite to try out for the us national team development program before his junior year of high school. and then caz finally saw a chance at salvation : a way out. ( all robert zeckhauser saw was his son personally spiting him by picking the wrong sport and throwing away millions and tainting the family legacy ).

— but regardless, caz ended up making the squad by the skin of his teeth, playing for them for two years — and best of all, being able to spend the school year back in minnesota away from the presence of his father. it was evident early on that he made the right choice, and under the usntdp coaches he made progress in leaps and bounds — going from barely making it into the program into one of their best. but with that came his father’s wrath — caz only went home to monterey when he had to, and sometimes not even then, preferring to stay with one of his teammates if they would have him. summers were near inescapable though, filled with loud, toxic beratements and even longer, more toxic silences.

— fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, caz was climbing the prospect charts though — and the only thing robert zeckhauser hated more than his son was bad press, and that meant all their arguing and deeply negative relationship was kept under tight wraps from the public eye. caz’s development and talent and increasing prestige was probably the only thing that kept his father from actually cutting all ties with him, which at least meant he never had to want for money to support himself.

— caz had plenty of schools clamoring for him to commit by his senior year, but most intriguing was a personal visit from the head coach and athletic director of the west coast halston university. meant to bring an east coast flavor to the west, they’d just recently received their division i designation for their men’s hockey team only the season past and wanted caz to be their defining piece to keep them there. there were other schools of course, boston university, minnesota, north dakota, a handful of ivies, and yet caz’s mind kept going back to halston and eventually he signed on the dotted line for them.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

— his major is bio because if the nhl doesn’t work out he always wanted to be a vet and has a deep love for animals. a dog is something he’s always wanted, but has never had the time of physical stability to adopt one. he doesn’t have much time during the school year but in the summer he volunteers part-time at an animal clinic.

— drafted before his freshman year in the 2018 draft 21st overall to the san jose sharks :) he’s a two-way, playmaking center with exceptional skating skills. centers the first line and plays on the powerplay, and more recently has become a fixture on the penalty kill as his defensive abilities have gotten better ( i’m thinking jack eic/hel in style, but like... if you walked jack back to an appropriate college level lmAO ). wears number 13 bc im lazy in edits and has an A.

— caz is in his third and final year of college. thanks to a heavy number of ap credits, summer classes, and a much sharper mind than most people give him credit for ( and far too much stress and sleep deprivation ), he’s close to pulling off his plan to graduate in three years. ideally, the sharks would have liked him to be playing with their ahl team this year, but caz had made it clear he wanted to graduate before joining the nhl, upholding a promise he’d made to his mother before she passed away. it was agreed caz would have three years, and he hopes to make the team straight out of training camp come next august.

— caz was sixteen, finally away from his father and thriving under the guidance of the ntdp, when he realized he liked guys just as much as he liked girls — maybe even a lot more. it’s something he had to come to begrudging acceptance with ; a difficult task for him at first. it was simply a fact and facet carefully explored behind locked doors and then carefully buried where no one could ever find out ( he doesn’t know which would be worse : his father or the media ). currently, he’s extremely careful about his approach with the same sex, often just sleeping with guys also in the closet or at least those who understand the sensitivity of the subject — often fellow athletes.

— when it comes to destressing, caz is unsurprisingly one to frequent the rink or go for a run. he has recently taken up yoga though which has had the added benefit of improving his flexibility so win-win, he guesses.

— caz keeps a pretty steady schedule somehow, rising at nearly the same early time every day even if the time he goes to sleep fluctuates and even if he doesn’t have a morning practice to get to. he believes it’s a good habit to establish. he’ll go down to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. that being said, that doesn’t mean he’s a morning person — he’s grumpy and near mute until he’s had at least two cups of coffee, but he will offer to make anyone who’s also up that early an omlet.

— any positive traits caz exudes are certainly in no way thanks to his father, but rather a series of people who stepped into that role when he left at sixteen. he didn’t realize it at the time, but running away from something also become running toward something else. his coaches stepped into fatherly roles in his real father’s absence. they and his billet family and the parents of his friends in the program kept him grounded and level-headed when he could have turned out much differently.

— he’s a regular at a cafe near campus that he stops at after morning workouts/practices before going to his first class. he drinks his coffee black.

— he’s no chef but he’s decent in the kitchen and very cognizant of the food he puts into his body. because of that, he’s also not a huge drinker either and rarely consumes soda.

— there’s a pullup bar on his door and he starts and ends his day with situps, pushups, and pullups.

— caz was raised roman catholic but his own beliefs have trended strongly toward agnostic as he’s gotten older.

— he goes by caz and pretty much caz only. he’s doesn’t make it very well known what his actual first name is, and almost everyone who does know has found out on accident be it a rookie mistake in the hockey team’s promoing ( doesn’t happen much anymore ) or a curious eye on his driver’s license. cassius is what his father calls him, and he’d prefer it if no one else did.

— the décor of his room is extremely minimalist. a photo of a night sky over a frozen lake in minnesota on his wall and one from his time at the ndtp on his nightstand are the only ones in his room. a sharks pennant hangs on the inside of his door as a reminder of what he’s working toward. it’s otherwise kept bare and clean. his sheets are gray, his comforter plain black. he keeps thinking about getting some plants but has never gotten around to it.

— since caz’s start at halston, his father picked up a sports analyst job in the bay area where he also rents a lavish apartment. this means he’s thankfully usually absent in their monterey home which caz usually frequents in the summers save for the month he’s on campus for summer classes.

— accolades : silver medalist ( 2019 world junior championships ), 21st overall 2018 entry level draft, silver medalist ( 2018 IIHF world u18 championships ), gold medalist ( 2017 IIHF world u18 championships )

— i imagine that halston’s d1 hockey program functions very similarly to that of arizona state university in that it is an independent program not affiliated with any conference. upon creation of the program, they played a hybrid season against a variety of D1, D2, and D3 programs and transitioned to playing against exclusively D1 programs starting the season before caz arrived on the team ( 2017-2018 ). they have made the frozen four final once last season ( 2020 ) and lost in the semifinals.

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PRIVATE , SELFISH , AMIABLE & HARDWORKING

— caz is someone who puts a hundred percent into whatever he does : practice, homework, a friendly game of volleyball in the backyard. no one would call him a slacker by any means, except of course his father. his focus and motivation is unparalleled, and that’s helped him greatly through his life in school and his endeavors toward being a professional athlete. but there are times when he puts too much of himself into something. he’s terrible at multitasking, focusing on one thing at a time in full, and has a tendency to burn out if he’s not careful ( or if no one’s looking out for him — which in his first year at halston, probably was more common than not ). he doesn’t like people who don’t try their hardest, though he’s sympathetic to those who do and still do not seem to get the results they want — especially those on the hockey team, often offering to lend them a hand if they want it.

— in his life caz has come to learn that only person he can fully trust and count on is himself. that’s resulted in a rather selfish streak in him, though he works to not let that appear too much on the surface. he’s not an unkind person who would walk over others to get what he wants, and he fears growing into the arrogance and blunt forwardness of his father, but the ultimate bottom line is he will always chose to help himself over someone else. there are a few rare exceptions to this of course : a handful of his teammates and very close friends.

— still, he’s a friendly person, someone who’d give off fairly good and relaxed vibes ; some may even call him kind. there are plenty of people who’d consider him a friend, though the truth is they might not know all that much about caz. he has the uncanny ability to make people feel like they know him without revealing anything of substance. he’s very much a two-way mirror or the façade in that manner : caz sees out but no one ever sees in. to most he’s happy, he’s fine, friendly, amiable, and never gives anyone a reason to doubt that.

— caz has a way of appearing calm, cool, and collected even when he’s not, and a lot of effort on his part goes into that to come across that way. there’s a lot that can hide behind a smile and an easy-going attitude and caz has perfected that armor meticulously. the truth of course is that he’s under an immense amount of pressure and a lot closer to falling apart then he wants to admit — he’s afraid if anyone did manage to worm their way in that he’d fall to pieces.

— he’s most reserved at parties, always in attendance and participating enough for it to be socially acceptable but never letting himself go completely. there’s still a lot he can lose, and he’s not in the business of doing anything that could jeopardize that further.

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— 6′0″ & 189 lbs : caz is unsurprisingly very fit and strong, with the large quads and glutes 🍑 common in hockey players, though his upper body and core strength is nothing to snooze at either.

— black hair with a slight curl, usually kept to a modest length and styled to look effortless, could be described as fluffy or tousled ( pretty much as it looks in most of the gif icons and visage gifsets ). when he’s stressed he has a tendency to run his hands through it and it looks even messier. caz isn’t much on his appearance, but he is careful to tend to his hair. it does get quite long in the summer, seeing as he often doesn’t get it cut between the end of the season until right before pre-season ; often needing to be kept back in a bun near summer’s end.

— gray-hazel eyes : their exact shade depends on the light. they’re very much his father’s eyes over his mother’s warm brown ones ; it’s a fact he hates but he does appreciate the fact he also inherited his dad’s 20-20 vision.

— typically clean shaven or with some stubble when he misses a couple days or so or sometimes slightly more esp around exams and project due date. the exception to this of course is during the end of year tournaments during which he doesn’t shave and looks rather scruffy.

— on a normal day, caz has the fashion sense you’d expect from a college athlete, liberally employing the use of sweatpants, nike and adidas track pants, t-shirts, hoodies, and sneakers and slides. he does have the ability to look nice when he has to though, often cutting a sharp figure in a suit on gamedays and formals, or a slim fitting pair of darkwash jeans and a button down when the occasion calls for it.

— jewelry : he’s almost always wearing a rather non-descript necklace with a small circular pendent that belonged to his mother ; an analogue watch with a brown leather band that doesn’t seem to match with his college athlete look that was a gift on his eighteenth birthday from one of his coaches who became a father-figure in his life ; his right lobe is pierced ( the result of a some very poor judgement in the summer before he arrived at halston, but at least it wasn’t a tattoo of something embarrassing like his friend zac ), very rarely is anything in it and most people don’t know it even exists, but he puts something in it frequently enough that it still hasn’t closed up.

— scars : a small scar over his right cheekbone from an accident on a frozen lake when he was young, near invisible unless you’re close or know it’s there ; two longer scars about two inches long on his right outside elbow from when a cat scratched him at the clinic ; several other small ones he can’t recall the injuries they’re from

— tattoos : a butterfly and a moth in flight together on his left bicep, the butterfly was for his mother, the moth in a way to represent himself ( they mean self-acceptance, after all ).

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first and foremost, i love chatting and brainstorming with people. i think that’s where the most meaningful plots are formed, but here are a few ideas to serve as starting points :

— childhood friend ( any ) : someone who is also from a wealthy family, likely close to monterey or in the very least in california. they had to attend a lot of the same fancy diners and parties as him. perhaps this person is aware of his true relationship with his father and just how deeply negative it is. — TAKEN BY BLAIR.

— the set up ( female ) : this was a last ditch effort from his father, not long after caz left for the usntdp when he was sixteen, his father set him up with this girl he deemed to be a suitable match, the daughter of another rich family ( perhaps sports related, or just wealthy ). most of their contact probably was over the summer when caz was more free. the nature of their relationship can be brainstormed, robert stopped pushing it when caz was drafted at eighteen ( two years ago ), but i think he still wants it to happen.

— the ex-girlfriend ( female ) : caz only has had one girlfriend in college from his freshman year. this is pretty open-ended but i do strongly believe that she broke up with him ( for whatever reason, but i imagine something along the lines of him not loving her nearly as much as she loved him ).

— i hate your guts ( any ) : they were groomed to HATE each other, to carry on the stupid rivalry of their fathers that no one remembers the reason for — perhaps it’s as simple as there not being enough room for both of their egos. it doesn’t really matter what the reason that started this was. they don’t really know why they hate each other at this point, it’s just a fact as instinctive as breathing ; not a single conversation can be had without them clashing in some way — TAKEN BY KIERAN.

— you know i’ve got your back ( male ) : honestly caz just needs a friend, guys...

— animal lover ( any ) : someone who’s run into him at the animal clinic over the summer or is just somehow otherwise aware of his love for animals. i just want to write something about that facet of him.

— the blind date ( female ) : someone his teammates keep trying to set him up with because they’re certain he’s lonely. i mean... he is but that’s not the point. honestly so open ended. — TAKEN BY FRANKIE.

— hookups, project partners, people on campus he randomly runs into, fans of the hockey team, fans of him, crushes on him, housemates, the world is our oyster lads.

— also i know the ratio is kinda off on this list but i’m a lot better of coming up with plots for males on the spot so honestly just come vibe w me. okay thank you 😔

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hello everyone !!! i’m oliver or ollie, 22, they / them pronouns, and in the est timezone. i am very excited to be finally bringing caz off hiatus with the very sexy mat as his fc ( which if you know who he is u probably were like ‘ whiteguyblinking.gif ’ when you saw him on the list but i promise this is gunna work, i’ve been making gif icons like crazy ). he was always my first choice fc for caz but i was always too lazy to make it happen until NOW. also im censoring all actual nhlers names because i don’t need the mortification of this showing up in their tags somehow. anyway, i’m super excited to get things rolling and i hope we’re here for a good long time !!

#halston.intro #( in the instance u may recognize this character #pls know i rewrote most of this to be...#a lot nicer and more in depth so #kindly pls read )#( new fc #MUCH better intro )#( it went from 988 words to #3.5k #😭😭😭 )

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nauticalparamour · 4 years

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Chapter Ten | FFN · AO3

The night before, Marcus had practically floated all the way to his bed. Not only had the fundraiser been a smashing success (Hermione had told him earlier in the night that Malfoy's donation alone would keep them going for another season), but he'd been kissed by the witch of his dreams, too.

No amount of convincing on Cassius and Adrian's part had been able to change Marcus's mind that they were going just as colleagues. But, Hermione had certainly cleared the air when the bold little witch had pressed herself against him, rather acting like she'd wanted to climb in like a tree. He'd been shocked at first, but then he'd gotten the snog of his life.

He could still remember the cashmere soft feel of the skin of her back under his fingertips.

#middle of adventure #marcus x hermione #flintmione #marcus flint #marcus may #marcus may 2020 #fanfic #fanfiction #nauticalparamour

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storytellerssanctum · 4 years

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Petals & Thorns - chapter 9/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.6k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - speechless • dan + shay

The music outside the castle doors was booming as they stepped to the entrance to the ball. Adrian Pucey had his girlfriend wrapped around his arm. The two were dressed in nothing but the best as they were expected to be. They never fell short of crowd expectations. Her black, elegant dress clung to her body with a hint of perfection. The off-shoulder lace sleeves stuck to her arms. It was nude enough to show her pale skin underneath it. The slit in the skirt stopped just shy of the mid-thigh, showing off a ghastly white, toned leg. A thin, sheer curtain of fabric hung around her waistline, framing the form fitting body of the gown. Her icy blue eyes held the hue of Slytherin. The makeup on her face was arguably the only bit of colour she held. Her eyelids were encased in an emerald green, showing her house pride. The necklace that danced around her neck held a serpent, decorated with actual emeralds. It had been a Christmas gift from her parents, it arrived earlier that morning. Her blonde hair was pinned to the top of her head in a storm of curls, some falling down her back and tickling her shoulders.

Her boyfriend was in an all black suit, his tie only green. They looked like bearers of death and beauty. The crowd couldn't decide which was more fitting. They truly looked like royalty, more so than the Triwizard Champions themselves. Fred Weasley had not yet caught sight of the girl of his dreams. While Angelina Johnson clung to his arms, he was only thinking about seeing Adalinda later that night. As the champions entered the ball, mouths stood agape not at them, but for the Slytherin couple that entered behind them. Adalinda had a beauty standard set high for every other girl in the school, but that night she surpassed it by miles. The music of the Weird Sisters pounded in their ears. Students were agitated with excitement. Cedric Diggory courted Cho Chang, Viktor Krum was accompanied by Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and Harry Potter was with Parvati Patil. All students were permitted inside after their entrance. Applause sounded for them as they opened the dance, tumbling around gracefully.

Adalinda stood, hooked arms with Adrian Pucey as they watched. Even at her painstaking beauty, her boyfriend wasn't that interested in her company. He barely gave her a word as they made their way inside, and again as the night ensued. Not once did he pride her on her stunning dress or her outstanding looks. Both knew they were only there together for appearances. Still, even with her dislike for the boy, she was put out at his lack of interest. She wanted to be appreciated by somebody, if it couldn't be by the boy she loved, she wanted it to be by the person she had to go with. Their relationship was on a thin rope, and one wrong movement would make it break. She hoped maybe this night would take it in a better turn, but he was as cold as ever.

The area was decorated with white lights and snow. Christmas trees taller than Rubeus Hagrid himself stood at the far end, towering over everything inside. As the first dance came to a close, everyone began to mingle. Addy found herself lost from her boyfriend, as he went to talk to some other Slytherin girls. Her chest twanged in hurt as he did so. Still, by her side she had Lucian, Marcus, Graham and Cassius. Even so, it didn't stop the whispering at Adrians wandering eyes for the other girls. "He's just being social, is all." Lucian told her as she watched her boyfriend laugh with a fifth year girl.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all it is." She mustered a smile.

"You look beautiful tonight, Adalinda. He's crazy for not seeing it." Marcus placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn't shy away from the gesture.

"Thanks, Marcus. You don't look so bad, either. Finally cleaned yourself up for once." The group let out a hearty laugh.

"I thought now would be the time, after eight years at the school." He joked back.

"Thought maybe you'd finally get yourself a girlfriend." She nudged him with her elbow.

"Maybe," he replied. She was being nicer than usual to them. She realized if Adrian left, she would need them more than ever. If the two broke up, she would have to use one of them as a backup to keep her father at bay. "If he doesn't dance with you, I'll have to take you for one." He told her. She gave a small smile at his statement.

"I might have to take you up on that, Flint."

"I'm better than him anyway. Older, and smarter." She scoffed as she laughed.

"He hasn't failed yet, love." She reminded Marcus.

"He's got time." The five erupted into another chorus of laughter.

"I'm going to go grab some punch, maybe you should pay attention to your actual dates." She told them, ushering them away. They obeyed and found themselves back with their own company. She made her way to the snack table, her eyes resting over the mound of food that was held on it. 'Hogwarts really went all out for this ball', she thought to herself. As she filled a glass with a beverage, her brother made his way to meet her.

"You look beautiful, Addy." She gave a sad smile at the ground as he spoke to her.

"You look good, too, kid." She looked over to her brother in his attire. It was the first time they'd exchanged kind words since before school began. Tonight was a special occasion.

"What's that prats issue?" Draco nudged his head towards his sisters boyfriend. She looked down at the glass in her hand. "I won't tell dad, you can talk to me." She looked over to him through her long eyelashes.

"We've been growing apart. He isn't very kind to me, anymore." She admitted.

"What do you mean? Has he hurt you?" She stayed silent for a moment.

"Just pushy, really. When he grabs onto me it's tight, like he thinks I'll try and get out of it. He's mean, too." She said. The two took a seat at a chair by the table.

"You don't have to stay with him, Addy." Her brother took her hand. "It doesn't matter what our father thinks. If he's treating you badly, get away from him."

"You don't understand, Draco. I have to stay with him. Father..." she trailed off, looking out to the crowd. "He's adamant on us being together. It's important to him. I think I can make it work." She explained.

"He'll get over it." The younger of the two gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She didn't believe the words, though. The thought of The Dark Lord's approval pounded in her mind. "Do what you think is right." He had no idea what she thought was right. If she truly followed her heart, she would disgrace their family name. She would put a lot of people in danger.

"I love you, Draco." She said after a moment. "I know we fight, but you'll always be family." She looked over at him. "I'm sorry I've been so mean to you." Her sibling was shocked at her statement. She had never apologized to him in their lives. She thought of this, too, thinking maybe that Fred Weasley's kindness was rubbing off on her. Maybe being genuinely happy was changing her for the better. She'd spent most of her life in misery, never enjoying the days that passed. Now, she was excited. She had something, or someone, to look forward to.

"I love you, too, Adalinda. Through thick and thin." He promised. The two shared a brief hug before he stood. "I better get back to Pansy before she throws a fit." He laughed, making his sister do so as well. She gave a brief nod.

"Keep the beast calm." She chuckled, darkly. With that, he swept himself back into the crowd. Her eyes gazed the students faces. She caught sight of her boyfriend, hitting on another one of their sixth year Slytherins. Although she was no better, she was angry at the action. For someone who was so adamant on her being involved in the relationship, he wasn't doing a good job himself. She finished off her drink and tossed the plastic cup into the garbage, clenching her fists. Adrian looked over to her, seeing her expression. He dropped his conversation with the girl, and made his way to her.

She wanted to turn away, to revolt against his attempt at reconciliation. She was angry with him for everything he'd done to her, not just simply about that night. "Finally decided to join me?" She asked as she stood to meet him. Hostility was laced in her tone.

"You haven't been exactly trying, either." He pointed out.

"At least I haven't been flirting with other people." She spat. "You were the one who wanted me to try harder. Now, you don't even care when I dress up for you." She hissed.

"You didn't dress up for me, Addy." He sighed. "You dressed up for everybody in this room but me." She looked away, knowing he was right. "You're so concerned about how we appear to everyone else, but when we're not in public you don't even look at me." She didn't know how to respond. "What is the point of this anymore? I thought I wanted to be with you, but as soon as we put a label on it, you've changed."

"My father, is the point." Tears were stinging her eyes. She forced them back in, unwilling to cry in public. "He will kill me if we break up."

"That's it? That's your attempt at clearing the air?" He scoffed.

"No, Adrian. I love you. Why do you think I've been sulking all night? I dressed up and you can't even give me a second look. You're too occupied with the other girls." She lied easily. She was ready to let go. She held less than a liking for him now, but her fear of her family kept her there.

"Then dance with me." He reached his hand out. She grabbed it, hesitantly. He led her to the middle of the floor, placing a hand on her waist. It was rough, hard against her frail body. His fingers felt like they were burning a hole through the fabric. Still, she placed her arms around his neck as they swayed to the music. "I'll try harder." He said, giving in.

"Me, too. Just not tonight." She said as he twirled her around. The skirt of her dress glistened as it moved in time with her body. "I'm tired of fighting. We can work it out in the morning." He agreed with the statement. "I think I'm going to leave soon, anyway."

"Tomorrow, then? You promise we'll work this out?" She nodded. As the song ended, he pulled her into a kiss. As they parted, they gave each other a nod and went their separate ways. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of him for the first time. Fred Weasley stood, mouth open in shock, staring at her beauty. It was the first time that evening his eyes had fallen on her. The night was dwindling by then, couples were already separating and going back inside. The novelty of the ball had worn off.

For Fred, the night had begun all over again. As soon as he saw the dress that complimented her beauty, he felt weak in the knees. He was a mess, and was completely speechless at the sight of her. They eyes caught each other, unable to look away. Across the room, Draco Malfoy caught a fleeting look at the interaction. Remembering the words his sister spoke to him earlier, he looked away. He let ignorance become him as the two stared holes into each other's heads. Whatever was happening, he didn't care. In a silent exchange of words, the two were ready to honour their earlier promise they had made at Hogsmeade. Adalinda let herself back in the castle, walking down the hallway to where she knew the room of requirement would show itself.

She had stumbled across it early in her third year when she needed to escape her act. She was tired of pretending to be mean and angry, but had nowhere to do so. As she paced the hallway, the door appeared on the wall. Now, she needed it more than ever. Back at the ball, Fred was formulating an excuse to leave. He told his date he was getting tired. Luckily for him, she agreed. He walked her back to their common room, and made sure she was safe in her dorm before he made a bolt to the exit again. He raced down the hallway, scared to waste a second of time.

The door revealed itself as he ran to it. He knew, behind those doors, held something his heart wouldn't be able to handle. He had never felt anything like he did when he saw her standing there. When he let himself inside, she was standing. Worry was etched into her features, wondering if he was blowing her off. As soon as he saw her once more, his knees buckled in amazement. As she stood, clad in the dress, he was weak. For once in his life, Fred Weasley was nervous. He had no idea what to do. "My god," he whispered, taking his firsts steps towards her. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He took to her like a magnet, unable to get enough of her.

"Fred Weasley, I need you to kiss me." She demanded. He didn't even think before he stole a kiss from her. He had been waiting all night for this moment, and it had finally arrived. It was messy, hungry, and lustful. The two didn't care. She grabbed at his neck, trying to bring him closer than he could get. His hands roamed her, taking in everything he could. He was holding her with as much love as he could muster. When they parted, they were breathless, but blissful. "I was waiting all night for this." She told him. "I didn't know if I could take it any longer." His lips met her skin once more, first from her cheek and down to her collarbone.

"You are an absolute masterpiece, Adalinda Malfoy." He breathed against her skin. It sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingers danced in the hair on his head. "I can't take my eyes off of you." He let his gaze fall over her body one more time. His eyes landed on her face and stayed there, looking at the green that stood so prominently on her eyes. His lips hovered over her ear, placing a gentle kiss on it. "I'm speechless." Warmth flooded her as he did so. She couldn't believe how badly she wanted him all night. The knowledge of her being unable to touch him until that moment drove her crazy.

"You're my weakness, Freddie. You just do something to me that I can't explain." She said, letting her lips graze his cheek. "From the moment you said hello, I couldn't get you out of my head." Their mouths hovered over one another's once more. They didn't move to kiss, though. They let the moment fill them, trying to stay in it forever.

"Maybe it's because it's forbidden." He let a smile crack at the corners of his lips.

"Whatever it is, it's driving me insane." His hands went to her hair, taking out the pins holding it in place. As he did so, he let his lips find her neck. She let him dishevel her, knowing she had already made her impression.

"I'm done talking," he said as her blonde locks cascaded down her back. "We don't have to say anything else."

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sswwimagine · 5 years

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Let’s Bet On It || George Weasley

Original Post: on ssimagines

Pairing: George Weasley x slytherin!reader

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Summary: You and George are really close even though you aren’t in the same house. You are a chaser on the Slytherin quidditch team. On the morning of your match against Gryffindor, you make a bet with George over who would win the game, but things don’t exactly end up in your favor.

Warnings: major fluff as requested, stubbornness, embarrassing moments, quidditch

Request: Hi! I wanted to request a George Weasley imagine x slytherin!reader in which they both play in their house quidditch team (she’s a chaser) and are super competitive so they make a bet. The one from the loser team has to do something embarrassing in front of the whole school but when her team loses George says that he doesn’t want to embarrass her and fluff

Note: I really thought this was a cute request, so thank you for that. They aren’t together in this, but they end up together!! This takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban.

This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.

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It was as normal as a morning in the great hall could be right before a quidditch match. Today was the great Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game. To say you were excited would have been a serious understatement. You were sitting at the Slytherin house table talking with your teammates about strategies for today. For the most part, you loved the game. The only real downside of it was that it often leads to aggressive competition between houses that you didn’t really like. You were more for the playful side of competition and you really pushed your team to taking the game less seriously and just have fun with it. That wasn’t always received all that well especially by Draco Malfoy who just viewed quidditch as another way to try to beat Harry Potter.

When the conversation turned towards the crushing side of quidditch, you started to zone out and looked over to your “competitors” table. You saw the two, bobbing, red tops of your best friends’ heads. You smiled as you saw how animated they were about whatever story they were telling. You decided to join them.

You grabbed an apple before standing up and making your way around the large tables to the spot in between the jokester twins. The two moved so you could sit between them without a second thought. You really enjoyed the company of the Weasley twins. They were joyous pranksters, and you loved that about them.

No one really minded that you were at the Gryffindor table because it wasn’t really all the unusual for you to sit with there. You weren’t really a fan of the whole segregation by houses thing especially between Slytherin and the rest of Hogwarts. Slytherin was always perceived as this evil group of people, but you didn’t believe a whole house should be described by a few people who came from it.

Of course, you loved your house, but that didn’t mean that the other houses were awful. Just like your house, Slytherin, wasn’t evil, no house was what it appeared based on their very basic traits. You really judged people by who they were. For example, you weren’t Marcus Flint’s biggest fan. He was far too rude when it came to the way he coached your team. The littlest things like messing around with a fellow chaser, Adrian Pucey, got you in so much trouble that you had to sit out a whole practice while Cassius Warrington, who you were far superior to, got to practice in your place.

There were other people from other houses you also didn’t like. Percy Weasley being one of them because he was always getting you in trouble when you were with the twins. There was a girl your year from Ravenclaw, Juliet, who was always asking questions no stop in your arithmancy class. She made an hour-long class go into your lunch nearly thirty minutes more than once. There was also a boy in Hufflepuff, Douglas, a year older than you that would follow you around and ask if he could take your books all the time. No matter how many times you told him to back off he would follow you from class to class like a lost puppy.

“You ready for the match today?” you asked George as Fred took over the story telling. He looked at you with large smiling eyes. You could tell that he was excited for the match today. As you took a bit of your apple, he brought his gold and silver goblet up to his lips nodding slightly.

“I can’t wait to beat you,” He said chuckling. You laughed heartily. You pushed your shoulder into his causing his goblet move and some of its contents to spill out. The orange juice splashed onto both your legs.

Both of you jumped a little when the cold liquid made contact with your leg. You bumped into Fred on your other side. He stopped his story to look at the two of you.

“George, I told you needed to ease into asking her out,” Fred said. “When you jump right in, you scare the girls away. Play it cool, man.”

“Quit it, Fred,” George said. George’s cheeks tinted with red. It almost matched his pale red color. He reached around you to smack the back of Fred’s head. You looked between the two twins. Fred’s face was painted with a sheepish grin as he looked at his twin.

Fred had this long-standing joke with no one in particular that George was into you. It really wasn’t funny because it only ever seemed to make George embarrassed and made you quite uncomfortable. Truth be told you really liked George, but you didn’t want anyone to find out. There was no way that he would lie you back because you were a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.

“Sooo,” you broke the slightly awkward silence that had settled between the three of you. “When my house wins, what are you boys going to get me to celebrate my victory?”

“As I said earlier princess, I can’t wait to beat you,” George said bumping your shoulder like you had done to his earlier. You shock your head taking another bite of your apple.

“Yeah there’s no way your team will win against us,” Fred chimed in. You looked between them and rolled your eyes. There were so many things you could have said right then.

“You wanna bet?” you snarked back after swallowing. The small crowd of fourth years that were listening to Fred and George’s story before you interrupted were all now staring at you as you challenged the rambunctious twins. The deal had caught Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell’s attention as well. They were sitting across from the twins and somehow you hadn’t noticed them until now.

“I don’t think that is a good idea Y/N,” you heard from a few people down.

You looked to find that Ron was the warning voice. He was the youngest Weasley brother and often got picked on by the twins. You had witnessed it too many times to count. You had heard numerous horror stories from Ron about their behaviors at home. You had a feeling you were about to hear another one.

“The last time I made a bet with those two…” Ron trailed off with a look of horror gazing over his face. “Let’s just say that they always win their bets. I’m pretty sure they cheat no matter what it is. Don’t put your stakes too high.”

The twins let out loud, bombing laughs that filled the surrounding area like a warm blanket. Angelina rolled her eyes, and Katie let out small chuckle. You looked to George who settled down and let a small smile grace his lips lightly. He placed a hand gently on your lower back. It was a feather light touch, but that along with his smile made your heart flutter. The touch was gone as soon as it came. He turned back to his place to shovel a bite of eggs into his mouth.

“Okay, let’s bet on it,” George said after he swallowed his food and Fred settled down on your other side.

“And what Miss Y/N of Slytherin do you purpose the stakes be?” Fred chirped happily. You took a moment to think before concocting the perfect scenario.

Fred took a swing from his goblet of orange juice as he waited for you to share your idea.

“When Slytherin beats Gryffindor, you boys have to sing This is the Night by Weird Sisters at dinner tonight in the great hall,” You smirked as you took a big bite of your apple.

Fred started choking on his juice cause a bit off it to splatter on Angelina’s fancy, she looked at him in disgust. You knew for a fact that Fred liked Angeline.

There was a good chance his plan for asking her to Hogsmeade for the next trip were now damaged if not ruined. You gave Fred’s back a few hard pats to help him clear his airway.

“If you will we will sing the Weird Sisters in front of anyone, but,” George started once Fred had caught his breath.

“When Gryffindor wins, you have to ask Douglas the Hufflepuff out on the first date during dinner,” Fred finished.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see George tense as he brought another forkful of eggs to his mouth. You too stiffened. The idea grossed you out, but you were confident that Slytherin would beat Gryffindor. You had superior brooms, and you guy were on the field practicing as often as you could. You were more prepared for this.

“Deal,” you said offering a hand to each of the re headed boys. They both took the hand offered to them and all three of you shook on it.

“Deal,” They said together.

“The score is sixty to twenty. Gryffindor in the lead,” called Lee Jordan.

You were flying in the air doing your best to avoid the bludger that was heading toward your head. You quickly swooped down to move out of the pathway of the flying ball. A beater on your team, Peregrine Derrick, hit the bludger away before its path changed to head toward you again. You nodded a small thanks before continuing on you path.

“Fred Weasley hit a bludger in Marcus Flit’s direction.”

You snuck a brief glance in your captain’s direction to see him be smacked into with a bludger hard. It took you a second to recover from the sight and you moved toward the Slytherin goal posts where Angelina was preparing to score. You quickly flew to intercept the path of the quaffle as it left Angelina’s hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N has the quaffle.”

You rushed to the other side of your field maneuvering gracefully around bludgers headed your way. You went to throw the quaffle when you heard the Lee announce something you really didn’t want to hear.

“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”

You felt your shoulders slump in frustration. You lost. Your team lost. Slytherin lost. You returned to the ground hovering just over it. You couldn’t believe it. You were struck speechless.

Fred landed beside you and pushed your shoulder. He was saying something but you weren’t understanding it. You couldn’t think of anything besides that you had lost. You were so sure that you were going to win this. You had put n so much work. You didn’t understand how you had lost.

You didn’t even realize that you hadn’t moved. You hadn’t touched down. You still held your broomstick knuckles turning white, and the quaffle was tucked under your arm.

Not only had you just lost this game, but you lost the inter-house quidditch cup for this year. If you had just been able to score more points.

Slowly you lowered your broomstick the rest of the way to the ground and stepped off it. You dropped the quaffle onto the grass and looked around the pitch the Gryffindor quidditch team was cheering with Harry on their shoulders. You looked at your team that was finishing the collection of the balls to put them away. They all looked disheartened. You looked back to the Gryffindor team and saw George who was watching you. He ran across pitch to you.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked. His voice was soft and steady. You felt a warm hand on your elbow that slowly moved up and down your arm.

“We lost,” you said. “I was so sure we were going to win. I practiced so hard; I even practiced on days off. I practiced with you and it still wasn’t enough. I can’t catch a break. Now I have to go ask out Douglas. He just creeps me out.”

You felt tears running down your face. They were warm, but a hand came up to your cheek to brush them away. That caused the tears to come down hard. The tears turned into sobs, and George pulled you into his chest.

“It’s okay, you did amazing out there,” He said as he ran circles up and down your back as you cried into his shoulder.

He pulled you off the pitch and into the throngs of people heading back to the castle. He guided you along with him into a small unused staircase off the side of the pendulum. You sat down on the window seal and he sat beside you holding you.

“I really don’t want to ask Douglas out.” You blubbered through your tears. “I know we made a bet, but he makes me really uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. Fred will understand,” he said over and over again. You kept sobbing into him. Tears drenched his shoulder and as gross as it was there was snot there as well. He didn’t seem to mind as he sat there talking calmly and rubbing your back and arm.

“Thank you,” you said after about ten minutes. You had stopped crying and used your sleeve to wipe your nose. You looked up at him from your spot under his right arm. He took his other hand and wiped the remaining tears off your face.

“I wish you had told me how you felt about Douglas,” he said; his voice got quieter after every few words. “I wouldn’t have made that bet. I wouldn’t have let make bet. I would have walked you to class more. I’m sorry.”

The two of you sat in silence. His right hand still ran up and down your arm. You watched students slowly trickle in until there were no more. You knew that it was nearing the end of lunch by now, but you weren’t ready to face your team who would put all the blame on you or Fred who would expect you to go to Douglas and ask him out. You just weren’t ready. George seemed to know that as he didn’t speak he just sat next to you.

He placed a slow kiss on your head. When he pulled away you turned to look up at him. His features were softer than you had seen them before. He cared and that warmed you. He brought his left hand to your cheek and ran his hand under your eye slowly and gently.

“Thank you, George,” You said for the second time in an hour. He let a small smile dance across his lips. You felt his gaze shift between your eyes and your lips.

“This is probably not the time, but can I kiss you?” George asked. His voice was breathy and seemed to dance around in your head like a wispy cloud. You nodded just slightly, but he got the message and shyly came in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It didn’t last for more than a second but ignited everything in you. When he pulled away, a smiled stretched across your cheeks.

“This was worth the year and a half of Fred’s teasing,” He said chuckling. You let out a small giggle and brought your lips back to yours. Though you had spent almost twenty minutes crying over the stupid bet, you were glad you mad it. Had you not you wouldn’t be there kissing your dream guy, and maybe he would not have had the courage to confess his feelings that his twin had already spilled so many times.

When you pulled away this time, you were more out of breath. After a few seconds, you stood up from where you had been sitting and stretched your stiff limbs. George did the same before catching your hand in his. Your stomach let out a small growl that signified you were hungry that you both laughed at.

“Can we go get some food?” you asked softly. He just nodded as he gestured for you to lead the way.

“Can we do the kissing more often? I really liked that” George asked. You laughed at him as you pulled him out of the little staircase towards the direction of the great hall.

“Yeah, we can as long as we don’t make any more dumb bets,” you say. He just nods furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

“Unless it pertains to a prank?” George asked. You thought for a second before answering.

“Unless it relates to a prank.” With that you walked to the great hall hand in hand.

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lilstar242 · 6 years

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The Crescent Curse-6

There it was. Crescent Island. It looked so much bigger than she had imagined in her head, but just as beautiful. Giselle could barely breathe, her heart pounding in excitement. This was the one place she had dreamt of, the one place that simply had cured her darkest days.

Giselle could see no buildings, but she wasn’t expecting to. As Giselle got closer, she could see the vast quantities of trees and the dense forest she had always thought about. Her boat hit the shore, the sand rich. Giselle looked through some trees and spotted a small river flowing freely. Giselle steered the boat into the mouth of the river. It was so clear, pure and inviting. The whole scene looked like something out of a fairy-tale. Giselle rowed slowly, watching the river where she could see countless fish swimming around. She stopped rowing and leaned over the boat to look. She let her fingers touch the silk water. It felt soft and Giselle could see a slight shimmery colour of silver reflect off the water. Giselle spotted a large fish with aqua scales and a crescent tail. She marvelled its beauty so much that she took her hands out of the water.

The boat carried on for what seemed like forever. Giselle drifted further away from the sea, her view clouded by overcrowding willow. Giselle looked ahead of her, and saw a cave just where the river became a lake, with a waterfall. She decided that it looked like the perfect place to rest. Giselle took the boat to the side of the bank where she climbed out and onto the grass. She left the boat as a sign that the past was being left behind her.

Giselle entered the cave, admiring its beauty in the darkness. The walls were damp, and it was growing dark outside. Giselle sat down in the cave, exhausted. The dress she was in was not the most practical, and Giselle was glad she had brought her jeans and hoodie with her from the boat, along with the remaining food supply. Giselle got dressed before staring deeply into the oblivion of the cave. It grew humid, and Giselle knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep in the weather despite her exhaustion. The cave went on further, and Giselle’s curiosity grew the better of her increasingly over her sensibility.

There were several jagged rock outlines in the darkness of the cave, Giselle managed to climb over them easily enough. It grew darker the deeper she went. Giselle felt so small in such a large cave and it soon came to the point where Giselle couldn’t see anything but the small circle of light, directing the entrance of the cave. She sat down on the rock, catching her breath for a moment. Giselle swiped her hands over the rock. She could feel some sort of engraved letter or picture but Giselle couldn’t figure out what it was. Giselle tried picking up the rock and carrying it towards the small gleam of light from the end of the cave she had come from. It was heavy, but light for a rock. Giselle dragged it is far as she could through the gaps between the rocks and towards the light. She only got halfway back to her original place in the cave before she could see the writing encrypted on the rock faintly. She had not been dragging a rock, but a large wooden chest. The engraved letters spelled out the words “Cassius Fireson”. The chest looked old, but it no dust so it clearly wasn't abandoned. Giselle then tried to open the chest, but she realized it was a locked and couldn’t be opened easily. She ran her fingers along the chest, trying to find the lock or keyhole that meant it was closed.

Frustrated at not being able to find it, Giselle dragged the chest out of the cave and by the river where she could see it properly in the light. Weirdly, there was nothing that could keep the chest locked, so once again Giselle tried to open it using her bare hands. As she did, it slid from her hands and down the river bank, landing in the river as the fish swam away from it in panic.

The chest sank quickly, and Giselle watched as it sat at the bottom of the silvery water. It sat there for a couple of seconds, not doing anything. But the chest’s lid shook and, to Giselle’s amazement, opened slowly. Before thinking about how it was even possible, Giselle picked up a fallen branch from near by and went right up to the river bank. The branch only just reached the chest, and Giselle used it to push the chest towards her. Eventually, the chest was close enough for Giselle to lift it free from the water. Giselle stared at the contents of the chest. Instead of the food and water she had hoped for, there were a couple of books and many scrolls. Giselle picked up one of the scrolls and stared at it. The language was unrecognisable to Giselle and the handwriting was messy, making is completely unreadable. Giselle looked through more of the scrolls, looking for the explanations. The second scroll she pulled out contained what looked like part of a map of Crescent Island. Despite Giselle's exhaustion, she looked for more maps.

It turned dark and Giselle couldn’t figure out the old language, or find anymore maps. Giselle pocketed the map of Crescent Island and was ready to put the chest back when she noticed some rocks by the cave were knocked over. She heard a crackling sound coming from the bushes. Giselle froze, before leaving the chest and walking very slowly into the rocks, not wanting to make a sound at the thing in the bushes. Giselle quietly stepped through the small gaps in the rocks at the very edge of the entrance to the cave. She could feel something coming towards her. Giselle ducked behind a large rock and waited, her heart beating fast. The crackling sound was getting closer, so much that it sounded more like a hissing sound. Something was definitely there, in the cave with her, and it was close. Giselle felt the air become hotter. Whatever it was, it was right next to her. She turned ever so slightly so she could see what had joined her in the next to the rock.

There, a large lion head snarled. It had its mouth wide open, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. It drooled viciously onto Giselle’s left arm, but it seemed unusually calm. But that was not the last. A large ram head lined with the lion’s head, it’s horns sharp and angry. Giselle gasped silently, her eyes wide, as she realised that the two heads were attached. Sweat ran down Giselle’s back as she decided that she would have to get out of the cave somehow. Giselle suddenly ran for it, dodging the rocks on her way out. Th creature followed, it’s two front lion paws and two hind legs running after her. Giselle didn’t dare look back as flames poured out of the lion’s head. The inside the cave blazed with fire, the heat blaring out. Giselle almost dived into a thick forest and continued to run. She could barely breathe anymore as she tried hard to climb a large tree. Her foot kept slipping, her sweaty hands couldn’t grip anything. Giselle stopped as she heard the creature searching for her as the sound of the nature crunched beneath its feet. The hissing sound was so vivid and clear, Giselle could do nothing but hide behind the large tree she had just tried to climb up. Giselle closed her eyes, knowing if she made one movement the creature would instantly come at her.

Giselle’s breathing excelled as something cold slithered down her neck. Shaking with fear, her natural reaction was to flinch. The creature stood next to her, its snake tail clinging to her. Giselle tried to run away again, but the snake pierced it's fangs into her and Giselle reacted by grabbing the snake and physically trying to force the snake of her body. The thing back away as Giselle dug her nails into the snake, and the creature breathed more fire. Giselle began to ran, but her sense of direction was lost among smoke. The snake tail struck at her again, this time on the arm, through the bandage that Adrian had placed. A wave of excruciating pain buzzed in Giselle’s bloodstream and she let at a scream in response. Giselle used her other hand to take a branch that had set on fire. She snapped it and tried to hit either one of the creature’s heads. She coughed at the smoke as she felt another terrifying pain in her back. Giselle screamed again, turning around with the branch. She was dizzy, she couldn't tell where anything was. She began to ran away from the creature, but kept stumbling over the branches. Something pushed Giselle violently as Giselle hit the water. As her body submerged itself, she forced her eyes open. A fuzzy picture of teeth and red eyes flew itself in front of her. Giselle kicked the thing as hard as she could, despite her jeans weighing her down. It flinched back, and Giselle used the opportunity to come above the water’s surface and breath in. She looked around, panicking, as she tried to see which direction the creature had gone. Giselle tried to climb on the river bank, but she was still dizzy and her back was numb with pain. A splitting headache made it impossible to even know where she was, and Giselle’s throat burned. She moved up what looked like a river bank as much as she could until she collapsed and became unconscious.

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dmctuesdayblog · 5 years

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Not gonna happen for a while (if at all lol), but some ideas for Clear in DMC5. And self-indulgent wearing of Dante’s jacket because why not LOL

He’s wearing Nero’s shirt pretty much for the same reason that Lady wore one of Nico’s jumpsuits. I’m crying I can’t believe DMC5 gave Lady TWO girlfriends.

#DMC #dmc oc #devil may cry #devil may cry oc #Character Design #Clear (adrian cassius)#gdiwes #gdiart

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b-uchanans · 6 years

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about me ♡

hello there! the name is dragon and you're more than welcome to get to know me (if you ever want to, that is)

my pronouns are she/her

i'm 18, pisces and from (the north of) spain!

if i type like a very excited child it's because i'm probably excited and like a child

i'm learning how to gif and colour and be high quality content so please bear with me

i like using the words "dancer" and "feminist" to describe me; dancing makes me whole even if i'm not that good, and feminism and my sisters are what get me through the day and make me better

"vegan" is my third word - i am starting this year my transition from veggie to vegan and i can't wait!

lg(b)t and a sex-repulsed ace, and even though i love cuddles i am super picky over who i touch and allow to touch me

and i'm super duper soft!! like, Softness™ personified, really. i live for making people smile and it just feels great when someone cheers up because of something i could have said

this feels like it's going to be rather long

from the Great House of Slytherin (i'm really proud of my colors and i'm an enthusiast™ for secondary characters - adrian pucey, cassius warrington, terence higgs, tracey davis, etc)

my patronus is a black cat

i am a sucker for fanfics and i have so many headcanons but i never seem to write down anything

i'm adopted - i was born in china but raised in spain (came here when i was 11 months old). my biological name is chinese and it means "endless year"

although i go by "dragon", the name i was given is "violeta" (violet, in english). my second name is the biological one

i love languages and traveling

my plan is to study the translating and interpreting degree (my ultimate goal is to become a translator for united nations, but being a spanish/english teacher somewhere not in spain is more than okay too)

i'm fluent in spanish and english, and i'm currently studying french (6th year now) and japanese (merely a year). i can also hold a really basic conversation in german, and because i'm spanish and i study french, i also understand written italian and portuguese pretty well

next in my list are russian and korean

i've studied latin and ancient greek in school too (and i love ancient greek everything)

i crave for attention and being noticed, plus i can come off as a very enthusiast kiddo, so i'm sorry in advance

as you can see i can't seem to shut up

here is a kinda completed list on my ships

my ult group is pentagon and i stan myname and monsta x too, and here goes my listography if you want to dig more into my k-side

for khh + krnb (yes, more lists) (they aren't updated tho) i usually listen to soundcloud artists, and i'm an illionaire records and ambition musik enthusiast and supporter and supremacist

but i honestly just listen to any genre i feel like listening to. from pop to metal, hip hop to even some reggaeton if i'm in the mood

apart from being soft, the potterverse, dancing, feminism and lgbt+ and vegan activism, music and talking, i love miraculous ladybug (i'll probably end up having a sideblog for it) and the mcu (if it wasn't clear)

idk what else to say

if you have any question and you don't creep me out, please ask!

about the blog | my face | things i've done

#ultimate about me post #i'm sorry i'm a mess #it looks like i can't be chill for my life #i swear i am #but am not at the same time #uh #about me

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betsydobsons · 7 years

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A slytherin girls day at hogwarts

hey nana! This last secret santa present is for you! The @slytheringirlsgang secret santa is complete for @adrianpucey ! I hope you enjoy, I tried to do it as well as I could. I made this so anyone can imagine themselves in your shoes :))

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You wake in the slytherin dorms, earlier than the other girls who snooze through the crisp sunrise that you enjoy to rise to. The sunrise was a reminder that you had 30 minutes to wash and eat before the first quidditch practice of the day. This morning you would be flying, unlike tonight, when it was body practice, for stamina and flexibility.

You peel your curtains back around your bed to hide the messy sheets, too tired to care about making the bed right now. Creeping around the room to the sink, you are careful not to disturb your friends. You remember clearly what happened last time you disturbed them too early (and so does your hair). Silently turning the taps, refreshingly cold water trickles into the bowl. You splash your face, now feeling more awake and alert than before. A quick change of clothes into your quidditch kit, and then you race out of the room, wanting to head into the great hall quickly to grab an apple before heading to the pitches.

You see a few of the usual suspects heading towards the library for an early tutoring session with an older student and you smile as you pass them, apple in hand. Adrian is already there, throwing the quaffle to himself around the pitch, Miles watching like he was entranced (everyone knew miles had a thing for Adrian, but who wanted to get into the middle of that mess?). Marcus and graham are in a heated discussion, most likely about which girl in your house had the nicest arse. Cassius and Peregrine weren’t around yet, and Draco was probably drooling at himself in the mirror or at a picture of Potter.

Either way, he could go to hell. He took the seeker position, the one you thought was yours. Instead you were a now beater. You had learned to like it and now you were pretty good,since no ball had ever hit you, except for the one time in practice when malfoy had tripped over the ball bag, letting the balls out. That had led to a broken arm, but you got free chocolate for weeks from draco and his gang. It has been the expensive stuff as well, probably to keep you from blabbing to your parents.

After a weary practice given by Flint, you hit the showers. Being the only girl in the team had perks, and one of those was that there was always hot water for you. You left the changing room in your own clothes, not bothering with the huff of the uniform gowns. Classes didn’t start until 9 anyway, so you always had time to go back to the dorm for a quick snooze.

Your first class was charms, which was always exciting. You made your way there while still doing your green tie. Since you had first joined hogwarts, you had always found charms incredibly easy, the graceful motions in your wrist perfected while finding the best techniques for hitting a bludger. You sat next to a girl named Fiona, from hufflepuff, and you two had always gotten along. She has been quiet at first, but now she was as open as a barn door, her personality always jumping out of her.

Next class was potions, yuck. On your way there you made sure to stop and talk to as many of the girls from your dorm as possible, if only to stall the inevitable. You thought the dungeons down there smelt and that snape needed a nose transfiguration. Although being a slytherin was helpful in this class, because even when you weren’t doing so well, you got good marks due to favouritism. As you helped your friend daphne stir the cauldron, she babbled on about her pressures to be perfect, as always. You didn’t give two fucks, but she was a useful person to be friends with, so you nodded and hummed in agreement when the times arose. The other pair on the table was Katya and Rosie, both hailing from ravenclaw. They were fine, a little distant and they always did every potion to Snape’s satisfactory first time, which irritated both you and daphne to no end. However, at least they didn’t whinge or mumble or anything like that.

After potions was a study break, and usually you would meet Adrian or Pansy for a quick bite to eat and a catch up (“there is no time to talk during practice Pucey” was a popular line of Flint’s). Today though, it seemed that pansy was occupied with her little fan club of boys who enjoyed just to be in her presence. Adrian was probably doing something Salazar-Sinful that would hurt your ears later, so you took the route towards Freya and Nina, two hufflepuff girls whom you adored. They were not in many of you classes, but you all tried to meet up as much as possible.

Today your trio had been joined by a gryffindor boy named Jack, and a ravenclaw boy named Harrison. They were both friends of freya and nina, so you tried your hardest to seem like you actually cared about how many pairs of shoes Jack’s muggle sister has, or how Harrison could gulp down a litre of beer in less than a minute.

That fact was actually pretty interesting, and you had made a mental note to find him the next time there was a party taking place. You and Harrison got on pretty well on the whole, but you could tell jack was a snooze fest. Freya and him spoke about his cat a lot though, so you knew she thought of him as a friend already. Too bad.

After what seemed like an hour, but was actually 25 mins, the bells sounded for your mid-morning lessons. It was now time for Divination. You enjoy this subject purely because you can sleep your way through the classes and still ace your final exam. You and your desk partner, a gryffindor girl who you had never asked the name for after she told you the first time both slept through the class together.

Then it’s lunch, and you are off to meet pansy, who has Adrian in tow with her. Walking into the hall, you wave to your friends further along the slytherin bench, and smile at your friends who reside at other benches. You sit on the slytherin bench next to daphne and Adrian, sharing and spreading stories of how your days have been and what each other has done so far. You tell them of meeting Freya and Nina’s new friends, Adrian tells you of how Miles yet again blushed when Adrian tried to help him with an arithmetic equation, and daphne shares stories of her newest toy. He’s an exchange student from durmstrang, and apparently the rumours of hand-size correlation are correct. You didn’t ask how she knew, and daphne didn’t divulge. You both weren’t stupid.

Adrian left lunch shortly after, claiming a detour to the library was needed before his next class. You thought he was just off to scheme about more ways to make Miles a flustered mess. You and pansy decided to finish up then too, and take a short walk around the autumn gardens. Many students were about, and Irene, another girl in the slytherin dorm joined you and pansy. Winter was fast approaching, which was a common topic to talk about. Winter is your favourite time of the year.

Winter held many important dates, like your birthday, Christmas, New Years and most importantly the winter holiday. The winter holiday was the time of year that you could see your family again, because they travel a lot when you are at school, so you hardly ever receive an owl.

The other girls make small talk as you pick your way across the grounds, on your way to care of magical creatures. You enjoy the sound of the crunch of leaves beneath your feet, and the breeze upon your cheeks. Care of magical creatures was a mandatory class, but one that was easy none the less. You like animals, but some of the creatures that Hagrid brings out are plain terrifying. You had heard rumours from draco in the year above being hurt viciously by one of his beasts. Other rumours had surfaced on how he had exaggerated the whole ordeal but you chose to be wary all the same.

The lesson turned out to be a lovely one, about unicorns and their healing powers. About how unicorns could not only be used for healing, but also as weapon, because their hooves were so strong and their horns so sharp. You enjoyed the lesson greatly, as you usually ended up doing. Unless it was raining, but that always put you in a shit mood.

Your final period of the day was a library period, so while pansy and Irene trudged their way toward the castle with Gretcha (another girl from your dorm), you went towards the Great Lake. You wandered until you settled at the foot of a huge oak tree. Sitting down onto dry leaves, the sun shining warmth onto your face, you close your eyes and just let random thoughts enter and leave your head. You use this time to sort through everything that occurred so far today, to sort through the information needed to be remembered and what could be forgotten.

After a while, you hear the final bell for the day of lessons, and the toll of the bells signal the end. Dinner would be served in two hours, but you had land training until then, as to keep up with your arm strength and flexibility. It would only be an hour long, so the sooner you got there, the sooner you would be ready to leave.

You picked yourself off the ground, brush off any dirt and marched to the slytherin dungeons. Once in some loose shorts and baggy t-shirt, you took a gym bag with water and a towel in it, and made your way back to the pitches, for the second time today. You could sense that Marcus was frustrated at something, or perhaps a someone, as you came into the grassy area.

Flint worked the whole team extra fiercely today, something had put him on edge and it was clear this was an outlet for him. None of the team mates judged him for it, knowing that they too have days where it all gets too much and the energy that fizzles needs a place to go. You kept your head down, pushing yourself time and time again. This is what gave you your strength, your confidence. You knew that any person that challenged you would not only have to go through your solidly built team mates, but would have to beat you as-well. You could pick a fight, and with this training as a beater, most likely win. As long as magic wasn’t involved, because you were shite at self defence shields.

Trudging back to the castle with your team, you were all deep in thought. You walked beside Miles, Adrian on your other side. You could feel them both over the top of her head, making silent eye movements as a way of communicating, and you didn’t think anything of it. Your mistake. At the same time, they launched an attack on you, Adrian grabbing your shoulders and Miles grabbing your ankles. A surprise attack was the only way they could have the upper hand. With you writhing between them like you were lying down, they sprinted towards the Great Lake. Too late did you realise their intent, and your screeches for them to stop were futile.

They threw you in.

It was fucking freezing, and gone was the warm sun from this afternoon. You did the only thing you could to stop their fits of laughter. You created the biggest splashes you could, soaking them from head to toe. You were grinning now, as the dumbstruck fools began to wade into the lake beside you, splashing you in the process. You fought back, laughing the entire time. The other team members ran for the Lake too now, jumping in fast and unprepared for the sharp cold of the water. A number of shrieks rose up, and soon everyone was dripping wet, laughing and pushing peoples heads under the water. This was your team, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Faces sore from smiling so hard, they trudged their wet arses through the castle to the dungeon, much to the misfortune of their classmates, because they all stuck of dirt. You get into the common room for slytherin, shout to the boys some rather unpleasant things including how they would all get what was coming for them, Adrian and Miles especially.

A warm shower was taken, and you get comfy in your Pajamas for the night. You had long since missed dinner, but one of the house elves has brought hot chocolate and cookies into the commons room, so you make your way downstairs. You see your friends from your dorm playing chess by the fire, so you quickly grab a mug of goodness and nestle in between Irene and one of your better friends, Claudia. That made up your dorm. Irene, Claudia, Daphne, Gretcha and yourself. Pansy was in the year above, but she still was as dear as any of your other friends.

With the fire roaring, the girls giggling and the boys jumping in and out their conversations, you couldn’t find it in you to stay awake. So this is how your day ended, with your friends in your dorm lifting you up to your bed.

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Let’s Bet on it ||George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x slytherin!reader

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Warnings: major fluff as requested, stubbornness, embarrassing moments, quidditch

Request: Hi! I wanted to request a George Weasley imagine x slytherin!reader in which they both play in their house quidditch team (she's a chaser) and are super competitive so they make a bet. The one from the loser team has to do something embarrassing in front of the whole school but when her team loses George says that he doesn't want to embarrass her and fluff

Note: I really thought this was a cute request, so thank you for that. They aren’t together in this, but they end up together!! This takes place during Prisoner of Azkaban.

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For the most part, you loved the game. The only real downside of it was that it often leads to aggressive competition between houses that you didn’t really like. You were more for the playful side of competition and you really pushed your team to taking the game less seriously and just have fun with it. That wasn’t always received all that well especially by Draco Malfoy who just viewed quidditch as another way to try to beat Harry Potter.

Both of you jumped a little when the cold liquid made contact with your leg. You bumped into Fred on your other side. He stopped his story to look at the two of you.

“George, I told you needed to ease into asking her out,” Fred said. “When you jump right in, you scare the girls away. Play it cool, man.”

“Sooo,” you broke the slightly awkward silence that had settled between the three of you. “When my house wins, what are you boys going to get me to celebrate my victory?”

“As I said earlier princess, I can’t wait to beat you,” George said bumping your shoulder like you had done to his earlier. You shock your head taking another bite of your apple.

“Yeah there’s no way your team will win against us,” Fred chimed in. You looked between them and rolled your eyes. There were so many things you could have said right then.

“You wanna bet?” you snarked back after swallowing. The small crowd of fourth years that were listening to Fred and George’s story before you interrupted were all now starring at you as you challenged the rambunctious twins. The deal had caught Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell’s attention as well. They were sitting across from the twins and somehow you hadn’t noticed them until now.

“I don’t think that is a good idea Y/N,” you heard from a few people down.

“Okay, let’s bet on it,” George said after he swallowed his food and Fred settled down on your other side.

“And what Miss Y/N of Slytherin do you purpose the stakes be?” Fred chirped happily. You took a moment to think before concocting the perfect scenario. Fred took a swing from his goblet of orange juice as he waited for you to share your idea.

“When Slytherin beats Gryffindor, you boys have to sing This is the Night by Weird Sisters at dinner tonight in the great hall,” You smirked as you took a big bite of your apple.

Fred started choking on his juice cause a bit off it to splatter on Angelina’s fancy, she looked at him in disgust. You knew for a fact that Fred liked Angeline. There was a good chance his plan for asking her to Hogsmeade for the next trip were now damaged if not ruined. You gave Fred’s back a few hard pats to help him clear his airway.

“If you will we will sing the Weird Sisters in front of anyone, but,” George started once Fred had caught his breath.

“When Gryffindor wins, you have to ask Douglas the Hufflepuff out on the first date during dinner,” Fred finished.

“Deal,” you said offering a hand to each of the re headed boys. They both took the hand offered to them and all three of you shook on it.

“Deal,” They said together.

“The score is sixty to twenty. Gryffindor in the lead,” called Lee Jordan.

“Fred Weasley hit a bludger in Marcus Flit’s direction.”

“Y/N Y/L/N has the quaffle.”

“Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!”

You felt your shoulders slump in frustration. You lost. Your team lost. Slytherin lost. You returned to the ground hovering just over it. You couldn’t believe it. You were struck speechless.

You didn’t even realize that you hadn’t moved. You hadn’t touched down. You still held your broomstick knuckles turning white, and the quaffle was tucked under your arm.

Not only had you just lost this game, but you lost the inter-house quidditch cup for this year. If you had just been able to score more points.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked. His voice was soft and steady. You felt a warm hand on your elbow that slowly moved up and down your arm.

“It’s okay, you did amazing out there,” He said as he ran circles up and down your back as you cried into his shoulder.

“I really don’t want to ask Douglas out.” You blubbered through your tears. “I know we made a bet, but he makes me really uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, George,” You said for the second time in an hour. He let a small smile dance across his lips. You felt his gaze shift between your eyes and your lips.

“This is probably not the time, but can I kiss you?” George asked. His voice was breathy and seemed to dance around in your head like a wispy cloud.

You nodded just slightly, but he got the message and shyly came in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It didn’t last for more than a second but ignited everything in you. When he pulled away, a smiled stretched across your cheeks.

“Can we go get some food?” you asked softly. He just nodded as he gestured for you to lead the way.

“Can we do the kissing more often? I really liked that” George asked. You laughed at him as you pulled him out of the little staircase towards the direction of the great hall.

“Yeah, we can as long as we don’t make any more dumb bets,” you say. He just nods furrowing his eyebrows for a second.

“Unless it pertains to a prank?” George asked. You thought for a second before answering.

“Unless it relates to a prank.”

With that you walked to the great hall hand in hand.

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