#Natty's OC Bits

[leviiackrman]

SIMS 4 OC LOOKBOOKS: The Drakes - Jess, Sam, Tobin, Natalie, Winnie & Bailey

A new family inbound! When I say new, I mean to the sims lmao, these guys are some of my longest running ocs - from back in the early days! So glad I can finally capture this family all together cus I love them so much! Like father like son for their boy Toby, while Natalie has the most calm mind of all of them - no one knows how that happened. Wouldn’t be complete without their fur babies: Winnie and the now v elderly Bailey! (Bailey has seen every inch of this couples bullshit… she’s v tired) Let me know who’s your favourite!

Ackermans || Rikihisas || Enatsu || Kyutoku || Olalias || Hatakes || ATLA || Ginnivan || Ishimoto

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[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (IX) | Max Verstappen

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Driver!OC x Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

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DADDY

2022

In French

It's well established that Nathalie LOVES Max, after her mother she loves him the most. Now the girl was old enough to realise that Max came into her life after she was born and that he isn't her dad. As she's been told to call him Max(indirectly), by everyone, even Max. But three years in his relationship with Cecilia and with two years of living together Max became a very important part of her life. Nathalie doesn’t remember life before Max, she got so used to him that when he and Cecilia are away she misses him as much as he misses her mum.

"Maman." The young girl of 6 whispers as her mum sat on her bed reading her a story. Cecilia looked up hearing the timid tone in her daughter’s voice, Nattie showed her usual telltale of being nervous, she was playing/fidgeting with a plushy that Max won for her in an amusement park and she was avoiding eye contact.

"What is it, mon ange?" Cecilia asked and gently brushed Natties hair out of her face.

"Max-Max isn't my dad right?" A few things came into Cecilia’s mind, first Nathalie is speaking in French, which Max knows a bit but it isn't his strongest language, and she certainly wasn't expecting this, she stopped from answering right away thinking it over, she was trying to think where this came from. It's never been a secret that he isn't, biologically at least and she thought that Nattie understood that.

"No he isn't my love, why are you asking?" Cecilia's mind ran a 1000 times an hour thinking everything over. "Did someone say anything?"

"Not really." Nattie shook her head before she pouted and stopped playing/fidgeting with her plushie, her blue eyes meeting her mother's. "Don't dad's drop their kids off at school?"

"Sometimes, they do." Cecilia had no idea where this was going.

"They play with their kids."

"Yes."

"They buy them things."

"Yeah."

"They go swimming?"

"Uh-huh."

"They teach them how to cart and how to do things?"

"Yeah."

"And they cook them breakfast and help them brush their teeth and pick their clothes."

"They do my love, why are you asking all this?"

"Well Max does all this, doesn't that mean he's my dad?" Cecilia's heart broke for her little girl, she grew up in a loving family with both her parents together. She can't imagine what Nattie is feeling, some part of her feels guilty. Should she have talked to her and explained everything that has to do with her bio dad? Nevertheless she's forever glad for Max for filling that part in Natties life. He does treat her like a dad would, he’s so selfless taking her in like his own despite being in his early twenties at the time and just giving her pure unconditional love, his family taking her in as their own.

“Do you want him to be your dad?” Cecilia softly asks and she leans down so she’s able to meet Nathalie’s eyes, Nattie shyly nods, Cecilia smiles reassuringly. Her and Max haven't talked about the possibility of him being Natties dad but he had the question on the tip of his tongue a few times, she could tell each time but didn't want to pressure him into asking, she thought he'd eventually ask her but it looks like her impatient daughter beat him to it first. “Do you want to ask him?”

“Yes.” Nattie whispers, she looks nervous but Cecilia knows that that’s what Nattie has been after all along, she wants her mother to confirm that it’s okay to ask Max to be her dad, that her feelings are correct, she hasn’t been reading into it too much.

“Do you want to ask him now?” Max was in their shared bedroom getting ready for bed last she left him, with one last nod from Nattie, both of them left Nathalie’s bedroom and crossed the hallway to the master bedroom the drivers shared. walking in Max was already in bed, he had his back to the headboard looking at something on his phone with the lights dimmed. Nathalie races to the bed and gets on before she crawls up the bed to where Max is.

“Hey there, schatje, I thought you were going to sleep.” Max asks and opens his arms for the girl who instantly snuggles into his side, after she gets under the covers. “Do you want to stay with Mummy today?”

“No.” Nathalie says with a small smile.

“No?” Max is amused yet a tad bit confused, Nathalie rarely sleeps with Cecilia now, when she was younger she would sleep with them every once and a while but since they moved in together it became less and less now.

“I want to sleep with daddy.” Cheeky, Cecilia thought, Nathalie looked like she would be too scared to ask before they came in the room but look at her now. Max looked at Cecilia with wide eyes, she was standing just in the room, she was grinning at her boyfriend, who looked surprised. Max then turned to look at Nathalie who was nervous.

“What did you call me?” Max had to be sure, he could be too tired, he could have misheard, this could be a mistake, a slip of the tongue.

“Daddy.” She whispered again, Max pulled her on his lap and just hugged her, her face his in his neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

“You want me to be your dad?” Max asked, his voice wavering, it’s rare to see Max this emotional, but his voice is heavy as he asked Nattie.

“Yeah, can you be my dad… please?” Nattie asked both Max and Cecilia could tell that the girl is tearing up, Cecilia’s own eyes filled with tears as did Max’s.

“Yeah, definitely, if you want me to.” Max pulled back enough to see her face and it was already wet, her blue eyes looking up at him with so much love and innocence, this is a young girl who always wanted a dad and he’s beyond willing to fill that role for her.

“I do.” Nattie dragged the ‘o’ out as she cried, a sob leaving her mouth making Max pull her back in for a hug, Cecilia moved to the bed sitting beside them her hand fell onto Max’s thigh in comfort.

“I love you so much, schatje, it’ll make me the happiest man to be your dad.”

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[sillylittleravenpuff]

Grrrr y'all where are all the Natty lovers!

I made a new oc for a rp recently who I happen to ship with Natty, because she fit well and she's literally so sweet and she fucking deserves it.

And NO NATTY X OC?!? NO NATTY X MC??

Why is there no Natasi Onai posts man??

Look, I get everyone likes Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, I get it they're fun characters. But they arent the ONLY characters. I feel like most of the fandom just sees Seb, Ominis, Garreth, a bit of Imelda, and once a month you guys remember Poppy sweeting exists. (Except @runicxraven, shoutout to my friend and mutual who got Poppy content)

We need more fans of smaller characters! Give me the Amit simps, give me Natty fans. Give me an Arthur Plummly enjoyer! HELL- LET ME FIND MY TRUE PEOPLE- Let there be Sirona Ryan simps!! Just- maybe not to many cause she is my wife.

So yeah, if you like an underrated character or know someone with underrated character content, tag me so I can follow more cool people >:))

While your at it- GIVE ME MORE QUEER HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS.

Show me your trans mc! Or your mlm/wlw ships! Just PLEASE I need a little spice!!

Edit: AND DONT FORGET PEOPLE OF COLOR. Maybe Im just missing them but I would like to see more non white mcs too. Or even just more appreciation for non white characters. I swear yall, J.k R*wling isn't going to ascend from hell and whoop you on the tush if you add diversity.

Edit 2: now I ship her with Imelda lmao. Gonna make another oc/mc for natty someday tho cuz my girl DESERVES her day in the sun

[thealtoduck]

New PJO OC: Hector Bird

Name: Hector Bird

Gender: Male

Home:

Garden of the Hesperides, San Fransisco, California, U.S.A (Born)

Annapolis, Maryland, U.S.A (Raised)

Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York, U.S.A (during summers)

Species: Half-Blood

Godly Parent: Erytheia (One of the Hesperides, Nymphs of Sunset and Evening)

Other Family:

Johnathan Bird (Father)

Zoë Nightshade and the other Hesperides (Aunts)

Atlas (Grandfather)

Love Interest: Leo Valdez

Fatal Flaw: Bitterness

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Physical Description: He’s very handsome and has the regal and beautiful facial features inherited from his mother. His eyes are honey brown as if one could see the sunset in his eyes. His hair is dark and silky. His skin is tanned and has a soft sunny shimmer to it. His build is slim but athletic from his training at Camp Half-Blood. He also has a piercing in his belly button in silver with a pear shaped gem.

Personality: Hector is a bit reserved at first glance, seeming quite unapproachable and someone you just admire from a far, like a piece of art. But once you get to know him, you’d learn he’s pretty nice and kindhearted. He’s very loyal and devoted to his friends.

He usually acts as the mediator, when there’s an argument between his friends, usually keeping things from getting out of hand.

He might only be a child of a nymph but don’t let that fool you, he fights viciously as if he was a son of a war god. It’s assumed it’s a trait passed down from Atlas, his divine grandfather.

He can come off as a bit touchy and a little difficult when he’s feeling disrespected. Especially when written off as ”just the son of a nymph” or something like it. And when he actually gets mad… you better run.

He however does his best to always hold his head high, staying regal and polished in his composure.

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Skills and Abilities:

Average Half-Blood Abilities: Enchanced Strength, Speed, Durability, etc…

Hypnotic-Singing: Like the Hesperides, his singing can put the hearer into a light trance.

Dance: He’s a trained dancer in commercial Jazz.

Weapons:

Meteor Hammer

Bozdogan Mace

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Other facts:

Zoë was the one who led him to camp after the two met in a strange twist of fate. Hector was only 11 years old and didn’t know his godly parent at the time and didn’t know he was related to her but Zoë could tell just looking at him that he was the son of one of her sisters. Despite her dislike of men and heroes she knew she needed to make sure he got to camp safely.

He views Percy somewhat like an older brother. The two got to know each other during their first summer in camp where they both were put in the Hermes Cabin at first.

He’s friends with a lot of nymphs in the forest and lake at Camp Half-Blood.

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Mini Playlist:

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[a-spes]

may be in a writing crisis (again)(is that even surprising at this point?) but i got some (good?) ideas so the best i can do is sharing with you all so i am not the only one loosing my mind over it 🥲

Maria Hill x AoS!R — Since she (R) came back from that mission, things are different. At first, the changes were so small that no one noticed, but when she started disobeying direct orders and putting her life in danger during missions, Maria decided that she couldn't let this behavior slide anymore.

(a lot of angst + argument + superior maria hill, and i firmly believe she's hot when she's strict)

Natasha Romanoff x younger sister!R, Yelena Belova x younger sister!R — There were three in Ohio. Three sisters, but one of them has been left behind that night. The urgency of the situation didn't give them a chance to run behind to get the younger of them. She died that day. At least, that's what they thought, until they stumble in their little sister, years after that night. But things can't go back as it used to be that easily, can it?

(I need to do some research and/or rewatch the movie because it has been a long time but it would be angsty, and comforting)

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!OC — Honestly, I don't even know. I am currently creating an OC for a PJ roleplay, and she ended up with the last name "Romanova". The problem is, the more I think about it, the more I am liken"hm, I could write a fic with her in it" or something with R having similar features. But idk because I've never written anything with an OC.

Also started a found family thing with Natasha Romanoff x Spider!R. It happens after Infinity War, and it's basically R&Natty living together in the empty compound, so a lot of fluff with a bit of angst (or a lot, maybe ...). But it's gonna be a series so it's not for now, just a side project atm.

Also have two WIPs to finish, and the last part of Devious Lies to start. So many things to do, and yet I am unable to write 🥲😭 (i'll write tomorrow)(at least i am gonna try)(i promise)

[boxdstars]

yooooo another mara Q <3: when did she first get heart eyes for natty? as in, was there a moment when her brain went 'i want that one'

Hi silly! <3 Thank you for the ask :)

This one is a funny story because a lot of it isn’t in even game, it’s all crafted my my design. See, Amara predates HL by a long shot. She was her own isolated HP oc, and currently she’s also a tertiary antagonist in my own novel. In none of these does she have a canon relationship. Rather she’s a bit of a womanizer.

So, on my second official Amara playthrough (the one I post for content) I was like hm. I should give Mara a gf. I didn’t have anyone in mind I just went through the first act of the game carefree until I realized I really liked the dynamic she and Natty could have. There’s totally opposites but have a lot of shared values, even if they both have wildly different ways of achieving them.

In a way, this is also how Mara fell in love. Happenstance. They’re from rival houses but have no animosity towards one another, just two girls who slowly bonded since Nat showed up. Amara was sort of indifferent about love, she had no interest and found grandiose acts of a display rather.. cringe. In a way, she still does. But when alone with her girlfriend she’s quite the sap. And the SIMP. Because if Natty wants to do something even if Mara hates it, she will fold and be like “yeah.. okay fine” because she loves Natsai so much.

The “I want her moment” definitely was at the very end of their fourth year, when they were school friends at that point and would duel casually. Something about being against Nat in a one-on-one duel was the most thrilling and romantic thing for Amara that it didn’t even matter that she cleaned house (because it’s Mara and she won ofc) because she was like “how is she so pretty” like the lesbian she is

[nightxwitch]

Stairs

Credit: The idea of Sebastian trying to climb the stairs to the female dorms while arguing with his romantic interest only to fall on his ass was from @kirke-is-my-name, who kindly gave me permission to write about it. ♥

The characters (other than my OC), places, and spells are all from Hogwarts Legacy.

All main characters have been aged up to 20 years old, since I’m an adult and don’t feel comfortable writing romance about teenagers. This is somewhat of a love triangle situation between Sebastian/my OC Séance/Ominis but will ultimately lead to Séance/Sebastian. Feel free to imagine yourself as the love interest, I don’t mind, I simply don’t like writing “y/n” stories as much. :) I also posted this on Fanfiction.net under the same username. Here's the link if you'd like to read it there:

Some parts are in Sebastian’s POV, some parts are from Séance’s POV. I do hope you enjoy despite the fact that I wrote this all in one sitting! ^~^

Word count: 4,616

Rating: T for a bit of cursing and sensual references.

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Séance’s POV

“Séance, do you have a moment?” Ominis asked, catching up to me as I exited Professor Hecat’s classroom.

“Of course, what can I do for you, Ominis?” I replied, making a beeline for the edge of the hallway so others would pass us by.

Ominis shifted from foot to foot restlessly, and he adjusted the collar to his robe. “I was wondering- well, I just wanted to ask if you would like to join me at The Three Broomsticks this Friday after classes.”

“That sounds lovely,” I agreed, “will Sebastian be joining us as well?” Sebastian almost always accompanied us when we went to The Three Broomsticks, and on the rare occasion he didn’t, Natty, Imelda, or Poppy had tagged along.

“Not this time…I thought it could just be you and I this trip.” His cheeks appeared a bit flushed, but I attributed that to his rush to grab my attention after class.

“Well, that sounds just fine to me. I’ve got to stop by Tomes and Scrolls anyhow, so perhaps I’ll do so afterward.”

“It’s a plan then.” Ominis replied, a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll see you in final period.” He added before waving and heading off toward his next class.

I turned to make my way to the Herbology corridor.

-

Sebastian welcomed me with a grin and a quick wave of his hand as I entered the classroom, walking to my potting station adjacent to his.

“Hey.” He greeted me.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?”

“I’m excited for my next Crossed Wands duel. I’ve been practicing and I’m going to destroy Imelda.” The brunette chuckled, before glancing my way. “How are you? You’ll be there, right? This Friday afternoon.”

I froze, feeling guilty already. I hadn’t missed one of Sebastian’s duels yet, just as he hadn’t missed any of mine. “I’m so sorry Sebastian, I’m afraid I’ve already made plans Friday. I had no idea you were scheduled to duel.”

“Oh,” He replied, a disappointed expression on his face, “It’s alright, I understand. I guess I can’t expect you to be at all of them.”

“Maybe I can reschedule,” I began.

“That’s not necessary, Séance. If you’ve already made plans, then you should see them through.” He insisted.

“Alright then,” I replied uncertainly.

Professor Garlick then began rattling off information about the amazing Venomous Tentacula and its different properties, informing us that the plant could even be utilized in certain potions.

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Sebastian’s POV

The remainder of the day passed, and I found myself simmering for most of it. I couldn’t figure out why, given that Séance had only made plans because she hadn’t been aware of my scheduled duel. Regardless, she had every right not to come. She had no obligation to me. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but I still couldn’t help the way that I felt, even if my feelings weren’t justifiable.

I dragged myself to the male Slytherin dorms, dropping my bag to the ground with a loud thud. I defeatedly slumped onto my bed face-first, groaning.

“You seem to be in quite a mood.” Ominis said cheerily from his bed next to mine, and I jumped at the surprise of his company.

“Ominis! I didn’t know you were there.” I replied, rolling onto my back.

“Forgive me, I’d simply assumed that the person whose eyes worked would have seen me when he came in.” He quipped, chuckling.

I sighed, annoyed, even though I knew I’d usually have found humor in the situation and Ominis’ joke.

Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his face in my general direction. “Alright, what’s wrong? You’re usually mercurial but this is a new level of sulking, even for you.”

I groaned in irritation and waved him off even though he wouldn’t see it. “I don’t want to discuss it. Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so nauseatingly cheerful?”

Ominis grinned once again at the subject, and he clasped his hands in front of him. “If you must know, I’ve got a date this Friday.”

“A date? With whom?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. Friday was the day Séance had told me she had plans.

I mentally reassured myself that it couldn’t be her, because she’d given no implication that she was romantically interested in Ominis. In fact, she hadn’t seemed to take particular interest in anyone as of yet.

“With Séance. I asked her today after Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Ominis’ cheeks reddened and he continued to smile, evidently unable to wipe the dopey look off his face.

“That can’t be right, Séance doesn’t date. Everyone knows that.” I pointed out. Many men, and even some women, in our school had tried. She’d turned them all down, albeit gently. “And why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her?”

“I suppose the right person just hadn’t asked her yet.” Ominis shrugged. “And I didn’t want to say anything until there was something to tell. Now there is.”

“You can’t date her!” I blurted out before clamping my mouth shut, resting my face in my palm.

“And why not?” Ominis replied defensively. His glare missed me by a couple feet, but I got the message.

“B-Because, it’ll ruin our friend group.” I said, scrambling for an excuse. Even to my own ears, it fell flat. “Besides, are you sure she even knows it’s a date? Did you explicitly ask her on a date?”

 “Sebastian, if I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Ominis crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you’d be happy for me. And no, I didn’t say ‘Hey Séance, will you go on a date with me?’, but I did ask her to accompany me to The Three Broomsticks. When she asked if you were coming, I told her I would like for it to just be the two of us. I don’t feel I could have made it much more obvious that I was asking her on a date.”

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?!” I asked incredulously, despite absolutely feeling jealous.

“Because I know you used to like her, but that was years ago. I’d thought you had moved past those feelings.” Ominis countered, still looking indignant. “Apparently I was incorrect.”

“So I might have had some feelings when we first became friends, but that was so long ago! Things are different now.” As I spoke the words, I could feel that they were a lie.

“What stopped you from acting on those feelings back at the start, then?” Ominis asked. “You must not have liked her much if you didn’t bother making a move. That’s never been an issue for you with other women.” He pointed out.

“Because I liked Séance too much. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, or destroy the group dynamic we have. I’m not great with women, I knew I’d fuck it up somehow, so I let it go.” I admitted.

“Did you? Let it go, I mean? Because it sure doesn’t sound like you ‘let it go’.” Ominis pursed his lips skeptically.

“I thought I had.” I admitted quietly. “But now I don’t know how I feel.”

“Well, you better figure it out, Sebastian.” Ominis said coldly. “Because I don’t want things to progress with Séance unless I know there’s nothing between you two on her end. You need to settle this.”

“How can you even like her?” I asked cynically.

“What kind of a question is that?” Ominis retorted. “You know how because you like her, too.”

“That’s not what I meant. You were vehemently against me using Dark Magic and were furious when I learned the Unforgivable Curses. How can you now seek the hand of someone who uses those very same Curses?”

Ominis was quiet for a moment, pondering this. “It bothered me too much at first,” He conceded, “But I’ve known her for so long now. She only uses those spells to protect and help others.”

“That’s the same reason I started learning them!” I exclaimed frustratedly.

Ominis sighed defeatedly. “I’m aware, Sebastian. I stopped raking you over the coals for that ages ago. Where is this coming from? You know you’re not going to talk me out of having feelings for her, right?”

I took a deep breath as well. “I know…” Standing up, I grabbed my book-bag off of the floor where I’d dumped it earlier. “I’m going to the library to study.” I told him dryly.

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Séance’s POV

Ominis sat next to me in Defence Against the Dark Arts as usual, but he looked much more perturbed than he typically did. 

“Is everything alright today, Ominis?” I asked him, whispering since we were supposed to be listening to Professor Hecat.

He continued looking forward but tilted his head toward me to hear more clearly. “I’m okay, but I think you need to speak to Sebastian.” Ominis murmured back, frowning.

My brow furrowed in confusion, “Why?” I asked him.

“I’ll not say more, you two need to have a discussion.”

And he stayed true to that sentiment, refusing to elaborate when I attempted to get him to throughout the class. The bells rang and the nervousness fluttering in my stomach became a full-on swarm as I made my way to Herbology class, knowing I’d see Sebastian there. I wondered why Ominis had said I needed to speak to him, and whether it was about something bad. Had I done something wrong, or was he still unhappy about me missing his duel?

I entered the Herbology room, my glance nervously flicking toward Sebastian. He was already seated, and even as I sat next to him, he refused to look at me.

“Hi, Sebastian…” I greeted him awkwardly.

“Séance.” He replied curtly.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, trying to level with him.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.” He replied flatly, still refusing to glance in my direction.

“Ominis told me I needed to speak with you. He wouldn’t say anything more than that.”

Sebastian laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did he now?”

“Okay seriously, Sebastian-” I began, but he quickly cut me off.

“We should pay attention to Professor Garlick.” He stated dismissively, turning his gaze toward the red-haired woman.

My brow pinched in concern, and I frowned, “That’s a first” I muttered.

Sebastian never had an issue ignoring teachers in favor of chatting with me before. It was clear he was upset, but I didn’t understand why. After all, I’d offered to postpone my plans and he had declined. I didn’t feel I'd earned his ire at all. Then again, he was known to have a temper sometimes. I decided to shrug it off and assumed things would improve on their own. If he didn’t start acting normal by the end of the day, then I’d bring the matter to his attention again.

The rest of class passed without incident, but also without Sebastian so much as looking at me. As the bells chimed to signify the end of the period, Sebastian turned to leave but I gently grasped his forearm to stop him.

“Sebastian, aren’t we walking to the next class together?” I inquired. We had every other day, given that we shared the same final period, where we’d join Ominis as well.

“I’ve got something I need to do before going to class.” He informed me shortly, pulling his arm away and heading off.

I sighed, gathering my belongings, and walked toward Professor Sharp’s classroom for final period.

“Who put a broomstick in his ass?” Imelda asked, watching Sebastian’s back as he hurried off.

“I don’t know. I must have done something to anger him.” I shrugged, looking over at her.

 “Can’t imagine what.” She said, smirking as if she knew something more than I did.

I looked at her suspiciously. “What do you know?”

“Not much more than you do.” She replied, gesturing for me to enter Professor Sharp’s class ahead of her. I found Sebastian already seated. I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. He clearly lied about not being able to walk to class with me since he was here before me. I decided not to sit next to him and Ominis, and instead choose a station next to Imelda.

“So, you’re avoiding Sebastian now?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Here I thought he was the one avoiding you.”

“Things are weird with him right now and I don’t know why.” I muttered, disgruntled. “I thought I should give him space until I figure it out.”

“I’ve an idea.” She smirked at me; a knowing glance shot my way.

“You do? What is it, then?”

“It’s because of your date with Ominis, of course.” She informed me flippantly with a wave of her hand.

I froze, squinting at her. “My what?”

She looked at me, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed “I heard him ask you out yesterday in the hallway. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone about it. I don’t care enough to anyway.”

My eye twitched as the synopses in my brain misfired. “I…I’m not going on a date with Ominis. He only asked me to The Three Broomsticks. We always go there together.”

“Alone?” She asked, putting an emphasis on the word.

I gaped at her in silence for a moment. “Well, no…”

“That’s what I thought.” Imelda made her point, tugging at the base of her top to adjust it.

“But why would Sebastian be treating me differently because of that?” I asked.

Imelda looked at me like I was a dolt and opened her mouth to answer, but Professor Black interrupted from right behind us.

“My apologies, ladies. I didn’t realize I was interrupting your social hour with my boring instruction. Shall I wait for your gossip about Mr. Sallow to conclude before I continue?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Both of us blushed, embarrassed at being confronted in front of the whole class. I knew my face was beet-red. Each of us muttered an apology.

“Ah, excellent.” Professor Sharp said and then retreated, continuing to teach. I couldn’t pay attention, more focused on Sebastian across the room and my thoughts of the situation at hand. I kept looking his way to see if he had a reaction to what our professor had said in front of the class. He met my stare a couple times, holding it for a few seconds, his face devoid of expression, before looking elsewhere.

‘That’s enough.’, I decided, ‘I’m talking to him after class’.

I had my supplies packed up before the bells even rang and sprang up the second I heard the first notes ring out. I saw Sebastian rushing to escape the classroom ahead of me, but I had been prepared for this and caught up to him.

“That’s it, you’re talking to me right now.” I commanded him authoritatively, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him back once we were far enough down the hallway.

With my hand on his arm, I could feel muscle that his robes hid well. In the last few years, he’d grown up quite a lot. He was now at least six inches taller than my 5’7 height, and I had to look upward to view his face. It was unlike when we first met, and our heights had only been centimeters apart. My hand, fully stretched, still didn’t even cover half of his bicep as I held onto it.

He turned to me, and his eyes flicked to mine, cold and dark. “Oh, am I?” He asked derisively, tearing his arm from my grasp. “And why should I do that?”

I blinked, caught off guard by this reaction. “Because we’re supposed to be friends.” I answered, desperately trying to figure out why he’d be this infuriated.

“Friends?” Sebastian repeated, his posture relaxing deceptively as he raked his hand through his messy brown hair. “I don’t think so.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice wavering slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked hollowly.

“A friend wouldn’t ditch me to go on a date with someone who’s like a brother to me!” His anger exploded again, and he paced back and forth, continuing to muss up his hair and make it even more wild.

“Sebastian…” I said softly, “I had no idea it was a date; you have to believe me.”

“Yeah, right!” He spat back, “You know what? I’m done with this conversation.” He stormed off, and I followed right on his heels.

I called after him several times, trailing him all the way to the dorms before he finally stopped to turn around.

“What do you want?!” He yelled; expression twisted in fury. “I don’t want to talk to you! I’m done with this, stop pestering me!”

I glared at Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. Stepping closer to him, I looked up at his enraged face.

“You’re really this petty? You’re going to end a four-year friendship over a misunderstanding? You have no right to treat me this way! Even if I wanted to go on dates, I could, Sallow. You don’t own me. You are so out of line it’s unbelievable.” I shouted, tears of frustration brimming my eyes. “I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian. Years, and you never did. I’ve turned down everyone else who asked in the pathetic hope that you might throw me a scrap of romantic attention. Meanwhile, I’ve had to stand by and watch you date a new woman every other month. So, you don’t get to do this. I’m the one who’s done.” I poked his chest, hard. “I’m done talking to you. And believe me when I say I’m done being friends with you, too.” I added, my voice trembling.

I turned and ran up the stairs to the female Slytherin dorm rooms, finally letting the tears fall onto my cheeks now that he could no longer see me.

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Sebastian’s POV

“I’ve sat around waiting for you to ask me out for years, Sebastian.”

The words repeated themselves in my head several times before they fully registered. Why was I such an idiot? Why did I say I didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

“I’m done being friends with you, too.”

My jaw finally shut, and I sprung into action.

“Séance, get back here! We’re not finished with this conversation!” I shouted after her, still clinging to my anger as I sprinted up the stairs.

Only, there were no stairs. It became a flat, slippery ramp and I stumbled back, sliding downward and finally landing on my ass. I grunted at the brunt of the fall, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. If that wasn’t a lesson in humility, I didn’t know what was.

“Impressive,” Imelda said wryly. “That’ll win her over for sure.”

She smirked at me, and I could tell she was holding back laughter. How gracious of her. I stood up again, my fists clenched.

“Will you please get Séance to come down here?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why should I?” Imelda asked, that familiar judgmental tone in her voice. “It seems you’ve done enough already. You really messed this one up.”

“Please, Imelda, I’m begging you.” I stared at her, my expression hard and serious.

“Hmm…Alright. But only because you begged. I like Séance. I think she’ll be able to keep you in line. Someone has to.” She gave me an up-and-down glance then disappeared up the staircase.

I paced back and forth, awaiting Séance’s return at the bottom, our conversation on replay in my mind.

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Séance’s POV

Imelda approached me, and I knew I looked like a full-on lunatic. I had tears running down my cheeks from when I was upset only a minute ago, but now I was also stifling laughter after what I’d just witnessed. Sebastian, fully in his rage-mode, getting dumped onto his ass by a magic staircase. I started chuckling all over again. There were too many emotions brewing within me. Embarrassment that I’d finally admitted my feelings for him, fear over what the things that had transpired between us would mean and how things would change moving forward, anger that he was treating me so poorly, helplessness over the entire situation, hurt that he tried to end our friendship over nothing, and humor over the staircase situation. I laughed again as I thought of it.

“I see you watched Sebastian’s staircase debacle.” Imelda said, a mirthful smile playing on her lips.

I smirked back at her. “It was quite a finale to a hellish display.”

She gave a bark of a laugh, then sat next to me on my bed, touching my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I looked over at her, noticing for the hundredth time how pretty she was. For all her snark, surface-level narcissism, and detached demeanor, she was quite wonderful once you got to know her.

“Yes, Imelda, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She said, leaning further on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her. “Well, that and…”

“And what?” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose to take the edge off my headache. “What did Sebastian say to you?”

“He really wants you to go back down and talk to him. He literally begged me to come get you. As much as I usually love seeing a cocky, delusional man resort to begging, I did actually feel a bit bad for him.” She bit her index finger, looking off into the distance as she thought about it. “You are quite something to lose.”

“You should have heard the way he was talking to me, Imelda.” I refuted. “But thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.”

“I did hear him. Well, most of what he said, anyway. There’s a lot of passion in that man.” She grinned over at me. “That kind of passion transfers well into other areas, if you catch my meaning.”

I laughed a bit and then sighed, shaking my head. “Only you, Imelda.”

I blushed upon pondering what she’d said. Sebastian was nothing if not passionate.

“There is no one like me.” She remarked, her hand flat under her face to frame it and exaggerate her statement. “So, are you going to go talk to him?”

I groaned, tilting my head, and glanced toward her. “Should I?”

“I’ve got to say, I’m rooting for him. He’s got fire, that one. Men without fire are so boring.” She snickered. “Besides, you’re obviously mad for each other.”

My face reddened again as I opened my mouth to deny it, but I couldn’t. “How do you know?”

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, throwing her hand to the side in front of her. “For one, I could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife. The way he looks at you- it’s like he’s a starving wolf and you’re a giant steak dinner.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes at her exaggeration.

“On a more serious note, I’ve observed both of you the last few years and you’re always taking care of each other. He’s loved you for a long time. Why do you think he dumps the girls he dates before things get too serious with them? Besides, even when others turned their backs on him, you never did. Why start now?”

Her last sentence rang in my ears, and I looked at her, shocked.

“What?! I do say something profound every once in a while.” She said defensively, raising her eyebrow at me. “What are you still doing here? Go, go. Get your man.” She shooed me away like a pet who was begging at mealtime.

“Alright.” I said, standing up. “And Imelda? Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved me off as I left the room.  

I silently made my way down the staircase, unsure if Sebastian would even still be waiting after so long. He was. I found him seated at the bottom of the stairs, against the opposite wall. His knees were bent, his elbows resting on them, and his long fingers wound through his hair. I could tell just by a glance that he was horribly upset. I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Sebastian,” I said gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said immediately, the words flat. It was obvious he was beating himself up over it all. “For everything. I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned forward and took his hands, gently untangling them from his hair and holding them in my own. His stayed limp and pliant.

“Look at me.” I requested, squeezing his hands in mine.

He slowly turned his face upward, meeting my gaze. His irises were dark and murky, his cheeks and eyes rouged. I could tell he had shed at least a few tears. My throat felt tight at the realization, and my eyes began to water. Sebastian had cried because of me.

“I’m sorry, too.” I whispered. “I didn’t mean it either.”

He shut his eyes and shook his head for a moment before staring back into mine.

“For what?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m the one who started everything. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I’m jealous.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I never would have agreed to go with Ominis if I’d known he looked at it that way. You know that.”

“I know…” Sebastian admitted, his brow furrowed as he leaned his head back to rest against the cool stone of the wall. He seemed to have no energy left in him. “But jealousy obviously isn't the most logical of emotions.”

“Why are you jealous?” I asked, wanting to know the extent of how he felt.

His head lulled forward, and he gazed up at me with an obvious expression, his brows lifted emphatically. “You know why.”

I sighed, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re really going to make me-”

In one quick movement, he’d leaned forward, simultaneously pulling my hands so I fell closer to him. His full lips claimed mine and he freed one of my hands, his interlacing itself in my hair as he held my head to his own. He pulled back an inch, and I felt his breath against my lips.

“I’m in love with you.” He murmured, resting his forehead against mine. “I don’t want to be friends anymore because I want to be much more than that.”

My heart was hammering in my chest. I’d been waiting to hear those words, or any words like them, from him for so long. I leaned forward, kissing him once again. He reached around me and pulled my legs apart, tugging me onto his lap to straddle him as he deepened the kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist, his thighs supporting my backside. His tongue danced with mine and I moaned softly against his kiss, my hands entangled in his hair. He gently bit my lip, one hand reaching around to grab my ass and hold me closer to him while the other remained cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you too, Sebastian.” I said so softly it was almost a whisper.

His coffee-black eyes flicked up and down my face, taking in every inch of it. He breath came and went quickly, and I could feel his excitement brush against me. I stroked his cheek, running my thumb along the spray of freckles there.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss me again.

“I’m really going to have to cancel that date.” I said and groaned, breaking off the kiss. I was already feeling bad for Ominis.

“Yes, you are.” He confirmed, laying me on my back and hovering over me, his strong arm underneath my waist to prop me up. He began kissing down the crook of my neck, then back up until he got to my ear. “Because you’re mine now.”

[seedsinmygarden]

Professor!OC Secretly Dating HLP

This was the only romantic thing I wrote for the Professors! I think this was so cute, especially Professor Ronen's! (This one also doesn't contain ALL the Professors, as the original request only said "some Professors.")

Word Count: 588 words

Tags/Warnings: Fluff galore, Aged-Up Non-MC Character (Professor!OC).

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PROFESSOR WEASLEY: Thank Merlin Garreth hadn’t figured anything out yet! He has grown suspicious of the amount of time Professor OC spends in his aunt’s office… And truly, no funny business happening there even then! The couple prefer to sit down with a cup of tea by the fire and talk about the previous week. She appreciates Professor OC for listening to her miniscule rambles about what this student did or that, and she is eternally grateful for their comforting embrace when being Deputy Headmistress is too much of a headache for her.

PROFESSOR SHARP: Dates themselves, even in the secrecy of his office, are rare. He’s hosting detention far too often. (Garreth’s a cockblock fr) On the odd occasion they both do manage to find a free night together, it is spent hiding out and enjoying a bottle of rum together in the private professor’s room above the Three Broomsticks. No students at all. Just the two of them, quality time that Professor Sharp hasn’t had with someone ever since his wife had passed years ago. He’s happy to move on and find happiness in someone new… and he was sure that she was too.

PROFESSOR GARLICK: It is very hard to keep the relationship under wraps when it comes to Professor Garlick! The students love her to death, truly, and sometimes won’t even leave her alone. It comes to a point where Professor OC has to, quite literally climb in through the window of her private room in the Greenhouses just to be able to spend some time together. She calls them her sunshine, because they brighten her day just from seeing them and sharing a smile.

PROFESSOR RONEN: Dating Professor Ronen secretly? Good luck. This man will kiss the very ground Professor OC walks on. He tries not to make it so obvious, but fails far too often as he is constantly singing their praises or talking about something they had done recently. He also will send lovely notes charmed into an origami bird to fly right to Professor OC, wherever they are in the castle. Truly a gentleman, always smiling in Professor OC’s presence, and constantly letting them how just how much he appreciates having them in his life.

PROFESSOR ONAI: She sees it all coming. She knows. The true savior to the secrecy of your relationship. She is constantly prepared with answers to every question the students have, if they ever start questioning. Professor Onai is sure that the relationship with Professor OC is worth it, but she does fear the reaction her daughter will have and has insisted that neither of them utter a word to Natty of the relationship until Onai is confident that they are both ready to bring Professor OC into their family dynamic.

PROFESSOR KOGAWA: Professor OC meets Professor Kogawa upon their arrival to Hogwarts, and they had taken a rather immediate fascination to the flying professor. The way she cared for the students and the way she was confident in them when they didn’t feel confident in themselves… it intrigued Professor OC. They loved the way she treated their students. In their secret relationship together, Kogawa had even proven to be just as caring and kind to Professor OC and Merlin, Professor OC could have proposed on the first date.

HEADMASTER BLACK: He is married!!! … but he won’t mind having a little bit of fun, only as long as no students or professors find out. The affair would certainly be the talk of the school. Scandalous!

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: Slight swearing

Word count: 1634

Chapter 3

Part 6

Edwart received an urgent letter from Natty telling him to meet her in the middle of the night. Near some castle, thankfully Nattie did attach directions. So he sneaked out of the Hogwarts grounds and quietly flew his broom.

“I am glad that you received my owl. We need to stay low and remain quiet.”

“Natty. What's going on? Why are we all the way out here?” Edwart said quietly.

“As promised, I did some investigating to find out what Harlow is up to. I followed him to the Hog's Head. I noticed him reading a letter. All I could see was that it was signed by and bore the seal of Victor Rookwood.” She took a long deep breath.

“And one other thing Harlow has mentioned you to his colleagues, they did not mistake you for someone else did they?”

Edwart just got caught in a lie. No choice now but to tell Natty the truth.

“No they didn't, Rookwood and Harlow are after me.” 

“Why did you lie to me?” Nattie was visibly displeased. “And what do they want with a Hogwarts student?

Edwart sighed heavily “Because. I haven't known you for a very long time and I..” He stumbled on his words. “I'm sorry. I was told not to tell anyone. And I'm not a very trustful person. Is it necessary I tell you right now?” 

Natsai was clearly disappointed. She shook her head as she explained further.

“That letter is the tangible proof that Officer Singer needs. It is why I followed Harlow here and why I wrote to you. I need your help to retrieve it. We can talk about it later if you'd like. But you can trust me.” 

“Alright. I'll help you find the letter, Natty.” Edwart agreed.

“I'm glad to hear it.” Natty smiled a bit. “First, we must access the castle keep. I'll check the main gate. But I think we have to find another way in. I do not see any guards, but we should still try to be as quiet as possible. Harlow is here after all.”

While Edwart and Natty were quickly sneaking through the castle. Edwart began to think if he should trust Natty or not. Her mother was a Professor and it could expose his and Fig's plans. She was definitely a good person. He was feeling conflicted.

“That is the main keep.” Natty pointed while looking at Edwart.“My guess is that we'll find Harlow and the letter inside.”

“Wait.” Edwart grabbed Natty by hand. “Someone's coming. Quick! Behind there.”

They've both hidden behind a crate when Edwart heard a familiar cheeping. 

 “Gah! Restrain the beast!” Harlow screamed angrily while other poachers were hitting the animal with casts to tame it.

“Shit! Highwing!” Edwart whispered anxiously.

“Do you know that Hippogriff?” Natty looked bewildered. 

“It’s a long story.” Edwart sighed. 

“Very well, new plan.” Edwart looked at Natty surprised. “I get the evidence and you free that Hippogriff. Agreed?”

“Thank you.” Edwart managed to say through slight shock.

“This is our chance. Let's go!” 

Both of them ran out of their cover but only Natty made it through the closing gate.

“Blasted!” Edwart swore to himself "I hope Natty will be okay…”

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Sebastian raised his head a bit to look at his friend sitting in bed next to him with a wand in his book.

Sebastian was exhausted. The events of Feldcroft with Edwart uncovered so many new things, that he felt mentally drained. He fell into his bed face first as Ominis chuckled and said. “I take it, he told you?” 

“Ah. If only you knew half of it.” Sebastian signed heavily as he turned to lay on his back. “Edwart… Told me... About his past.”

“Oh?” Ominis made an intriguing noise. “About his ability I presume. Or something else?”

“Yes, his ancient magic thing. and yes more. He knew we might talk so he gave me consent to pass that story on to you. I think he might compete with you, for the most hostile place to live I've heard of…” Sebastian joked trying to ease himself at the thought of the traumatic backstory of his friend.

“I'm listening?” Ominis said, raising an eyebrow as he put down his book.

Sebastian started telling Ominis everything that happened today in Feldcroft to the point of finding the triptych in the Undercroft. Telling Ominis about the tragic story of their mutual friend.

“I guess. Do you think he said everything there is?” Sebastian asked

“Merlin's beard…” Ominis said under his breath with a concerned face. “I’m simply out of words… I can't imagine Edwart become violent like that. But his distrust to the world makes more sense now.”

“I don't. He always finds a way to surprise us.” Ominis chuckled.

“True. He volunteered to help me with finding a cure for Anne. You know what that means Ominis. With his ability and you being Salazar Slytherin's descendant, we could really find a cure. Don't make me beg.” Sebastian pleaded.

Ominis just shook his head. “Already told you, Sebastian. No. Whatever cursed Anne was connected to Dark Arts. I will not meddle in it again. I will help you with anything else but not with finding the scriptorium.”

“But there's a chance-” Sebastian tried again but Ominis interrupted him. 

“I said no Sebastian.” And he went back to his book, ending the conversation as Sebastian brooded and muttered under his breath like a child…

It took Edwart quite a while to find Highwing. But she wasn't alone. There was another Hippogriff next to her. Chained to the ground. Edwart fought through his slight fear towards such a big animal so he threaded carefully.

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“Highwing. It's all right. there we go.” He cooed as he ruffled her feathers. “We’re calm. I am calm. We have to go okay? I’ll help you.” 

As if she understood him she chirped happily at Edwart and let him climb her.

“There you are!” Natty finally appeared. 

Natty used an Alohamora to free both Hippogriffs. Just then Harlow and the Poachers showed up. That's when Highwing decided it was time to fly.

“We have to go!” Edwart spoke, shaking slightly. 

She grabbed Natty by her arms and dropped her perfectly onto the other Hippogriff. That's when Edwart and Natty heard “Avada Kedavra” which set chills down their spines as a green long spell flew to their side. Thankfully it didn’t hit either of them. Natty seemed to have the time of her life. That's when Edwart first saw that famous Gryffindor Bravery.

As they were lowering to land, a sun was starting to peek out through the nearby mountains announcing the start of another day. Edwart was grateful it was a Saturday morning.

“How exciting!” Natty laughed.

“I'm glad you had such a good time.” Edwart said, shaking with “I wasn't sure we were going to make it out alive.”

“There was no need to worry. I had it all under control.” Natty said, still giggling.

Edwart shot her an unconvinced face, he signed as Natty continued more seriously now. “I will say I did not expect to see him cast the Killing Curse at us. He won't forget this. Be on your guard.”

“Of course. What did the letter say?”

“First can you finally tell me the story of why are Harlow and Rookwood after you? Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

“Blasted.” Edwart thought. “I don't feel safe telling her everything.” He decided to play it differently.

“Fine, they're after me because of something I found in Gringotts with Professor Fig.”

“When were you in Gringotts?” Natty asked, clearly surprised.

“Just before the sorting ceremony. I found something they want that is very valuable and could give Rookwood and Harlow great power. That's why me and Professor Fig are working together. To try and destroy it.” Edwart lied. He hated doing that. But he had no choice. He didn't trust Natsai yet. He wanted to tell her. But thinking about how long it took him to trust and finally tell Sebastian and Ominis even though Professor Fig told him to keep quiet. It wouldn't be fair. To either of them.

“Hm… I understand.” Natty replied thoughtfully. “The letter said that Rookwood's looking for a phoenix. Not sure where he will find one.” Natty chuckled “It also included Harlow's orders to inspect that castle for the poachers. Thank you for your help. This should be enough to connect Harlow to the crimes. I shall deliver the letter to Officer Singer. She'll have to do something when she sees it.”

“I’m glad to have helped you.” Edwart smiled shyly.

“Now,” Natty said with a bright smile. “Tell me, where did you meet these Hippogriffs?”

Edwart chuckled. “I’ve met Highwing before. Poppy introduced us.”

“Poppy Sweeting knows a Hippogriff?” Natty laughed, “Of course she does. She will be relieved to know that Highwing's safe. Looks like I came to the right person for help.”

“Oh. I am always at your service. Whenever you need me to help you, Rob some poachers.” Edwart joked light-heartedly. 

“My mother will be worried. I must go. Seek me out soon. I shall have much to tell you.” Natty chuckled and with that, she flew away on her brown hippogriff.

Edwart was loving this. He could run into danger. But he was so glad Natty wasn't aware of his special ability. This made him feel a little bit more like a regular student… but then he remembered he was sitting on Highwing…

<Part 5 /// Part 7> 

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Thank you so much for reading Part 6. Two more to go! As some of you have probably understood, this takes place the same day Feldcroft trip does. Ah Natty! such a well written female gryffindor. And a comeback of Highwing! (actually found a perfect giff for it!) Edwart finally befriended Higwing. People who read everything are aware of how afraid he was at first. She's slowly growing on Edwart. I still haven't done her side mission with that Archie kid, but I will in Chapter 4. Sorry for her fans:)

[gemwing1988]

The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition TV Tropes

A/N: Warning, this fanmade TV tropes will contain for a future fanfiction. Please read with care and enjoy.

Abhorrent Admirer:

It was bad enough that Lexie and Katie are being the object of desire for the Devil and King Dice back in Heart, Soul & Mind, but they now have their TCS counterparts developing a Villainous Crush in them.

Once again, Anubis the Shadowbending jackal Bounty Hunter has his eyes on Natty, stubbornly determined then ever.

Poor Liam winds up getting one in the form TCS Cala Maria. Sure, she’s pretty as far as giant mermaids go but still…

In the separate summer special, “The Isle of Severus”, the titular antagonist becomes a second unwanted suitor for Lexie.

Accidental Karma:

Actually Pretty Funny: While the Devil did deny finding one Cuphead’s jokes funny before he laughs at the last one when they were reaching their turn on the Obliterator, the Devil actually find Katie’s Pokémon themed joke concerning a bus to be hilarious.

Adaptational Karma:

Adaptational Nice Guy:

With the Dreamstones being his moral compass, Cuphead is mellowed down a bit and tries his hardest to go down the right track… most of the time.

With Say Cheese being adapted out, Elder Kettle doesn’t display any of his less savoury behaviour.

Adapted Out:

A handful of some episodes either the authoresses don’t like will either be adapted out. The following are Baby Bottle, Another Brother, Piano Lessons, Say Cheese and Lost in the Woods.

Baby Bottle himself will be adapted out due to the removal of his titular episode in the fanfic adaption as well as Bowlboy in Another Brother. It’s left to debate about Ludwig.

Affectionate Nickname:

Amusement Park of Doom:

Ascended Extra:

The Devil makes more appearances in some fanmade episodes, making the Big Bad he was meant to be.

King Dice gets a bit more action in some fanmade episodes starring him as well while he only had four appearances in one episode person season (two if you count his smaller role in “The Devil and Ms. Chalice”).

Baddie Flattery:

Berserk Button:

Butt-Monkey: An OC in the form of a toon weasel has the worst of luck on the Isles where he owes the Devil his soul and his sole purpose in existence is being a gag character who has a string of misfortunes that would give Scrat from Ice Age a run for his money.

Big “NEVER!”:

Big “NO!”:

Big “WHAT?!”:

Crazy Jealous Guy:

Despite a Nail:

Although they’re prevented from sucking up the nourishments from Elder Kettle’s garden to spite the Cups, the Root Pack still run away in terror.

In the adaption of Cupstaged, the Dreamstones convince Cuphead not to sabotage the Devil’s audition in petty revenge and not to ruin Mugman’s moment to shine. However, despite the Devil performed a successful performance, he still didn’t get the role he wanted and had to play the part of Chatman. However, he still gets a Throw the Dog a Bone moment where it’s revealed that the villain in the play does a Heel-Face Turn and is adored as a reformed character.

In the retelling of Roadkill, rather than falling into a thorn bush and getting tangled in its brambles (Gemwing1988’s least favourite scene) after he stepped on a pine cone, the Devil winds up falling back down the stairways and is forced to climb back up again, collapsing in exhaustion. However, he still gets his nose chomped by a rabbit while the mishap with the thorn bush will be recycled and passed onto the weasel OC in one scene of one of the Devil’s attempts to nab his soul.

The Dreaded: As the main antagonist, the Devil is the most feared creature in all of the Inkwell Isles. And despite his silliness, he is still a main threat to the Dreamstones.

Easily Forgiven:

Entitled to Have You: Once again, the Terrible Trio are the Dreamstones’ unwanted lovers.

Everyone Has Standards:

Even Evil Has Standards:

Floating in a Bubble: In the retelling of Roadkill, the Bubbles of Failure also bubble up anything the Devil greatly desires… such as a bride as Katie ends up inside a bubble, prompting Lexie and Natty to protect her from the Devil while thinking of a way to free her.

Humiliation Conga:

As the Karmic Butt-Monkey, Dice ends up facing his comeuppance in the most humiliating way, whether it’s trying to steal Lexie away from Liam, trying to capture Katie and Cuphead or stealing Natty’s wand.

While near to the extent of Dice, the Devil and Anubis have their moments of bad luck and humiliation at the hands of the Dreamstones. Such as the Devil still getting his nose bitten by a mischievous bunny after he collapsed in exhaustion when he had to climb up the stairways in the Underworld again after he fell down on them.

Hypocrite:

I Have You Now, My Pretty:

I Love You Because I Can’t Control You:

Anubis, stubborn as ever to make Natty his despite her defiance and sassy personality.

TCS Devil and King Dice pretty much inherited this attitude from their game counterparts when they set their sights on Katie and Lexie.

Irony: The Devil says he loves it when his victims run before he gleefully chases after the terrified Cups and humans, but he gets extremely annoyed and offended when they escaped him after they tricked him into destroying the Soul Ball machine, freeing all of the souls.

The Devil: (exclaims in outrage as he sees the group running through the exit) You don’t get to run away!

I Want Them Alive!:

Karmaic Butt-Monkey: TCS King Dice has it a lot worse than his game counterpart this time ‘round.

Know When to Fold ‘Em: Even though he had never met the Devil (nor does he ever wish to), Severus greatly fears Old Scratch and is content with ruling his island by his own means without having to give away his soul.

Laser-Guided Karma:

Whenever the Terrible Trio are up to no good in antagonising the Dreamstones, karma is always a corner away.

Hector Wolfe (@akluthor1998’s OC), faces his own comeuppance every time. It takes a few episodes until karma puts him in his place for good.

Loves the Sound of Screaming: When it comes to terrified people screaming in his presence, the Devil loves it as though their screams were more like cheers of praises.

The Devil: (smugly satisfied) My fans, they just can’t get enough of me.

Mama Bear:

Mass “Oh, Crud!”:

Meet Cute:

Nice Job, Fixing It, Villain!:

Oh, Crud!:

Offscreen Karma: Given what a terrible place it had been in her flashback episode, the Orphanage of Fear Ms. Chalice had ran away from could be the same orphanage the meteor hurtling towards to as reported in the Inkwell Blotter Henchman had read to the Devil. Which means, if the meteor had destroyed it, that would mean that the harshly strict penguins caretakers would be out of a job after how they had previously ran the place and punish Chalice for trying to have fun and showing off her talents. Thankfully, the orphans had make it out it’s left debatable about what would become of them afterwards.

Papa Wolf:

Scooby-Doo Doors:

Screams Like a Little: King Dice is more prone to doing this in several fanmade episodes.

Stalker With a Crush:

Stalker Without a Crush:

When he’s not busy trying to force Katie to be his queen, the Devil spends most of his time trying to steal Natty’s magic wand as well as Lexie and Cuphead’s souls.

Dice pretty much puts aside his obsession with Lexie at least once or twice to focus on capturing Katie and Cuphead to get back into the Devil’s good graces and continue being Old Scratch’s number one.

Terrible Trio: Anubis with the TCS Devil and King Dice.

Throw the Dog a Bone: Due to the Dreamstones telling Cuphead not to resort to sabotaging him back, the Devil performed his audition without any interference. However, he doesn’t get the lead part as Cup Rogers and winds up o playing as the villain instead, much to his disappointment. On the other hand, the character he plays as has a sympathetic backstory and gets redeemed at the end, meaning that most people adore reformed villains as much as heroes.

Toast of Tardiness: Katie once ran late for her shift at Misterie’s Mystic Grotto and had to run all the way to the shop with a waffle in her mouth while carrying a bottle of soda she grabbed out of the fridge to wash it down (she didn’t had time to pour in a glass of orange juice much less saw any sense in carrying and drinking from a glass cup while running).

Toon Transformation: Happens to the Dreamstones, Matt and Liam once again after they’re accidentally transported into the TCS world.

Trapped in Another World:

Villain Takes an Interest:

Villainous Breakdown:

Villainous Crush:

A Want for a Nail:

In the retelling of Root Pack, the Dreamstones stopped the Root Pack from drinking up the nourishments from Elder Kettle’s garden and swelling up and they scare the con artists away. Elder Kettle’s “babies” are safe and grew up big and healthy enough to be made for his famous vegetable stew which helping serves to the main cast after recovering from his bad back.

Since the Devil earned Sally’s approval in his audition and the Dreamstone persuaded Cuphead not to sabotage, Mugman performed his audition without any mishaps and actually gets the starring role as Cup Rogers with Natty and Katie sharing the lead role as the leading lady as separate characters.

Despite he was given the part as Chatman, the Devil surprisingly gets the Throw the Dog a Bone treatment where his character has a sympathetic backstory and is reformed at the end, earning the admiration of the audience.

In the retelling of Roadkill, the Devil hops backwards and winds up falling down the stairways and is forced to climb them back up again after he stepped on the pine cone. That would make much more sense and is much funnier.

We Could Rule Together:

What the Heck, Hero?!:

You Have Got to Be Kidding Me!:

[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (VIII) | Max Verstappen

Words count: 1.4K

Driver!oc X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: google translated french, dutch, cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

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Dinners

It’s inbetween race weeks, the couple are back in Monaco, and after Cecilia talked to Sophie and her parents she decided to host a family dinner. Jos is also invited, with both families present Cecilia had a hope that Jos would come around and he’ll change his mind about her and her daughter. He’ll get a chance to see Max with Nattie and she knows that seeing how in love they are with each other it would change his mind. Max is his son after all and she found that whenever he’s with Nattie he has always a type of happiness that isn’t there when he’s doing anything else he loves, it’s a type that is only reserved for a father and his daughter. Even if Nathalie doesn’t call him dad and Max never referred to himself as her dad it’s not something they have to say for it to be true.

Cecilia and her mum were at it in the kitchen for hours the day before preparing everything so they’d only have to cook and finish everything the day of the dinner. The couple’s house wasn’t as big as her family's, but they did make sure to have a big dinner table to host dinners and family gatherings and to welcome Max’s family whenever they’re in Monaco.

Nathalie was having the time of her life with Victoria’s children and Laurent’s(her brother) children, the kids had a bunch of toys out on the living room floor with Max watching over them with Börje and Laurent. The women were in the kitchen finishing up, gossiping and waiting for Jos.

Cecilia heard the bell ring, while she was busy in the kitchen. She looked at Sophie in question, who shook her head. Cecilia nods to herself knowing her dad and Laurent will leave a good impression for her, she hadn’t told them about her conversation with Jos, only that he was a bit hesitant about her and that she wanted to win him over. Cecilia reassured them that Max didn't care about what his dad thought but she wanted to win him over nonetheless, it would be for the better good of everyone if he did.

“I’ll start taking stuff out.” Laurent’s wife Layla said with Victoria following after her. Cecilia heard Layla and Victoria greeting Jos.

“I’ll go say hi.” Cecilia said wiping her hands on a hand towel, she was feeling nervous, the female rarely felt nervous, she drives cars with speeds over 300 KM/H for a living but Jos always left her nervous. On her walk to the living room she passed Laurent who was going to help bring things out of the kitchen. The kids were unaware of the little tense atmosphere that settled on the adults in the room. “Hello Jos, thank you for coming.”

Cecilia put her hand out for him to shake, with the eyes of his son and her dad on him he couldn’t refuse shaking her hand even if he didn’t look overly happy about it.

“No problem.” He said stiffly but Cecilia smiled at him nonetheless, she stepped back and found herself stepping into Max, he placed a hand on her back, his thumb moving slightly in comfort.

“Food is finished, we can move to the dining room.” Cecilia informed them right as the mothers called for their children to come to eat. Nathalie looked at Cecilia and Max before she too jumped up and ran to Max, pulling him.

“I’m hungry.” She whined, Max pulled her up in his arms as she squealed and the group moved to the dining room.

Max and Cecilia had some food made for them to fit their diets, and who's to say that they didn't eat something their trainers wouldn’t be too happy about, what they don't know won't hurt them. They’ll just run an extra mile to burn it off.

Cecilia thinks that her dad has some type of magic powers because how did he get Jos to smile and laugh with him like they knew each other for years. Börje is a businessman, he's a smooth talker and he's seen all types of men and knows how to deal with them. He's seen the likes of Jos before and he knows the type of man he is, he's not the happiest about him being related to his daughter, but he'll never disapprove of Max because of who his father is.

Cecilia is grateful to her dad being able to get Jos talking and laughing, before he went and said something negative towards her, because if this happened then her dad would make sure that Jos was never in her vicinity and that would certainly make family gatherings awkward.

“What are you talking about?” Laurent asked seeing his dad and Jos in an intense conversation.

“Just sharing our stories on raising F1 drivers.” Börje said with a teasing smile aimed at the couple, Nathalie sitting comfortably on Max’s right, engaging in an animated conversation with her cousins.

“How did Cecilia get into driving? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before.” Victoria asked, interested in where this conversation was going.

“Oh god.” “Here we go again.” The Hansson siblings groaned knowing how much their dad loved telling this story, their mum laughed at the identical look on her children’s faces.

“What? I haven’t been asked this in so long.” Their dad defended himself to the amusement of Max’s family. Max had his hand on the back of Cecilia’s chair, he pulled her closer to his side and kissed her forehead as they settled in for the story. “So, Cecilia is around four years old and my brother is watching a Nascar race on the TV, she sees how much my brother, who she was obsessed with back then, was into the cars, and because she loved him so much she wanted to copy him in everything, she became to me begging to drive a car, didn’t matter what car, she wanted to drive a car.”

“She was relentless.” Her mum added.

“After like five weeks of insistent begging and crying I took her to a karting track.”

“And me as well.” Laurent interjected, he remembers hating karting and doesn’t know how his sister could be so into it.

“Yeah, yeah, but you hated it, finished a few laps and was already out of the car, your sister was in the car for as long as they allowed her, and when the time was over we couldn’t even get her out of the kart.” Börje had a smile on his face as he was telling the story. “Again she cried and cried, got her one of those video games simulator things for kids, and every weekend we’d be at the track, when my brother was over from Sweden one time he came with us and saw her drive, said she had potential, and that it looked like she’s doing good for her age, so when Cecilia didn’t show any signs of wanting to stop we booked her lessons and started looking into academy’s, she was young when she started racing and met Charles and Pierre, it was nice meeting families with children who had the same interests. My Cece always did so well.”

Cecilia smiled at her dad, who had the proudest look on his face.

“And I’m here, helping run the family business and he still isn’t as proud.” Laurent said knowing it’s not true, but he likes to keep his family on their toes.

“That’s not true.” “Laurent!” His parents said at the same time one in defence and one in scolding.

“So why did you want to be an F1 driver and not a NASCAR?” Sophie asked Cecilia.

“I grew up here in Monaco, so every year the Monaco GP is like the biggest event, and I remember hearing the cars back then and just loving the sound of them, and when we got tickets for the GP when I was six, I felt like I wanted to be there, driving those cars.”

“But it wasn’t easy.” Max stated, making Cecilia look up at him and smile.

“It wasn’t, but it’s never easy for anyone to make it to F1.” Cecilia shrugged, brushing off her struggles to get into F1 just because she’s born a female, and the time she had to take off while she was pregnant. “It only gave Max a head start.”

“Look, we both know who the best driver in this house is.” Max smiled.

“ME!” Nathalie exclaimed, making them all fall into laughter.

“That you are, Schatje.” Max kissed her head and smiled at Nathalie.

War is over I guess… for now.

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[akluthor1998]

Lexie Luthor Profile

Full Name: Alexis Kate Luthor

Alias(s); Lex/Lexie (usually by friends and family), sunflower,(by her boyfriend) Sunspot (by Hilda) Miss Lexie (by Mugman) Goldilocks, Sunshine (TCS Miss Chalice), lil' canary, li'l butterfly, li'l kitten, darling, doll/dollface, Queen of Diamonds, sweetcheeks (by both versions of King Dice) little Lexie (Cuphead book version of the Devil), Blondie (TCS Devil), little bird, little treasure (Serverus, OC)

Age: 24-25

Gender: Female

Hair Color: Golden Blonde

Eye color: Emerald green

Skin color: Fair

Species: Human, Caeles (a rare type of fairy with angelic qualities such as wings and powers)

Birthday: November 18th, 1998

Nationality: American, of Irish, Welsh, French, German and partial Native American descent.

Personality; Kind, adventurous, outgoing, bubbly, sarcastic, a bit hotheaded, determined, confident and creative.

Favorite colors; sunset yellow, light pink, orange, red, midnight blue and gold.

Favourite Food: Spicy foods, particularly Mexican food and some Italian food, anything with chocolate, most meat and vegetables.

Likes: Hanging out with her friends, writing, drawing, comic books, video games, going on adventures, playing music on fiddle/guitar/piano, meeting all her favorite characters.

Dislikes: Pointless arguments (like over politics for example), all forms of domestic, animal, or child abuse, peanuts (severe allergy), the Devil and Anubis flirting with and/or kidnapping Katie and Natty (respectively), King Dice constantly hitting on and/or kidnapping her (especially when he magically changes outfits on her), bullies (especially when they mistreat Katie), racism

Friends: Katie Gemwing, Natty Poke, Liam and Matt Jones (OC), Andrew, Kaichi, the Cup Brothers, Elder Kettle, Ms. Chalice, Misterie and Aren, Alicia Powell, Daisy, Aya, Captain Brineybeard and Grim Matchstick.

Love interest: Liam Jones (OC)

Enemies: The Devil, King Dice (who has a Villain Crush on her), Anubis (shared OC with Lexie and Natty), Severus (another shared OC), Hector Wolfe (Lexie’s OC) and Leviathius (OC).

Weapons: Keyblade able to transform into a magical paint brush, which gives her the ability to create life and even duplicate herself to become a giant.

Powers and abilities; Can transform into a variety of animals, including but not limited to, a tiger, butterfly, a phoenix (achieved in a new upgrade later on), and a Chinese dragon. She also has the ability to control all kinds of light including fire, electricity, and even UV lights. In addition, with her light magic, she can also manipulate reflections allowing her to supervise/communicate via mirrors.

[devzik]

Can't stop thinking about this so I'm writing and posting it. Can't stop me (not that I think anyone would).

I hope this helps. S.S

Synopsis: Sharing a dorm with Sebastian usually ment being able to sneak out easier or congregating around eachothers beds as a casual place to hang out. But when his nightmares take a turn for the worse Devzik finds out about another benefit to it, one that becomes integral to him getting a full night's sleep.

Word count: 2k

Tags: Fluff, Anxiety, Cuddling, Bad dreams/Nightmares.

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x m!MC (original character)

Note: There is another one of my OCs mentioned in this but he's not that important to the story as a whole.

Devzik was glad he shared a dormitory with Sebastian and Ominis in his 6th year. He found it easier to sleep in a room with people who he knew well, but never wanted to admit that to either of them. Regardless of his secrecy, Sebastian had figured it out within the first few weeks, noticing how less sleep deprived he looked even though he'd still sneak out almost every night. Sadly within the second month of the year Devzik started to look lethargic again, having fallen asleep in Posions class and almost getting his hand bit by a Chomping Cabbage. From what Sebastian could tell nothing had actually changed, that didn't stop him from worrying about his friend.

"Dev, you doing alright?"

Sebastian had jogged up to him after D.A.D.A, having noticed how withdrawn he was in class.

Devzik rolled his eyes, not wanting to have this conversation in the middle of the hall or at all. "Yes Seb, I'm fine."

"You sure? You're not yourself lately." He paused with a frown. "Actually, you seem more like how you were at the start of last year."

Devzik stopped walking and aggressively turned to Sebastian. "Drop it, Sallow." He then walked away from him with his hands in his pockets.

The use of his last name had hurt but proved to him that something was wrong. He needed to ask someone for advice on how to get him to tell him what was happening. Ominis being the only person that would have a level head about this; Natty being overly motherly towards Devzik and Poppy having no filter. So he sent him an owl, asking him to meet in the Undercroft. The letter was vague in hopes that he'd hurry and it worked. Within the hour Ominis was entering the Undercroft with a mildly annoyed expression. Sebastian being sat on the floor, twiddling his thumbs.

"Why must you be so vague. You know I'd be here as soon as I could regardless of the contents of the letter."

"It's about Devzik." Sebastian sighed having stayed seated.

"Actually I take it back, that would have changed my response." Ominis put his wand away while pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

Sebastian lightly hit the back of his head against the piller he sat infront of, as he looked up at the other. "Please don't be that way. I get it, this is a common occurrence, skip to the helping with my problem part."

Ominis crossed his arms. "Fine. But if it's about his inability to stay awake during classes, I can't help you."

Now that got him to stand up in surprise and he stepped towards him. "Why not? You two are just as close as him and I," He slightly lowered his voice. "just in a different way."

Devzik would actively seek out Ominis when he needed to vent about something. They'd gotten rather close after Sebastian forced them to get to know eachother; them having had a rocky start due to his laps in judgment with sharing the Undercroft. After the death of Solomon, their relationship became strained but Devzik made it a point to reconnect with him. Him being the only direct link to Anne, who he was still determined to try and save.

Omnins shifted from foot to foot. "He won't tell me either. I tried."

It wasn't a full lie but it wasn't close to the truth. He knew exactly why he was falling asleep in classes. But a promise is a promise.

Sebastian sighed and placed his face in his hands before running them through his hair in exasperation. "Alright. I'll see you later then, thanks anyway."

"Don't push him, Sebastian. I'm sure we'll find out eventually."

With that Sebastian left, having gotten nowhere.

Although his talk with Ominis wasn't insightful, he didn't have to wait long for answers. He having woken up from a bad dream a couple nights later, Sebastian stared up at the canopy over his bed. He was forcing himself to stay awake so the thoughts of the dream left his mind. As he laid there, he heard commotion from Devziks bed, then heard a gasp. Sebastian looked over at him and saw that he was sat up and in the fetal position. Though it hurt for him to see, he was relieved to have an answer.

Quietly getting up, Sebastian walked over to the other. As he put a hand on Devziks back, he jumped then reluctantly relaxed once he saw it was Sebastian.

Sebastian's voice was almost inaudible but they were close enough that Devzik heard him perfectly. "You too?"

Devzik pushed his hair out of his face as Sebastian sat on his bed. Him seeing that he had a thin layer of sweat across his features.

"Yeah." The answer was kept short, him not want to tell him why the nightmares got worse, knowing it'd make him feel guilt from something he can't control.

"Over the summer I had the same reactions to my nightmares. Wished I had someone to help distract me, so I'm here for you." He started to rub small circles into his back as he spoke. Devzik found himself relaxing into it, something he'd normally shrink away from.

"Thanks. You're much better at this than Ominis."

He paused his motions for a second then continued without saying anything.

"Don't be upset with him. I made him promise not to tell you. You've got enough to worry about." His chin was resting on his knees, with his eyes closed.

"You're already one of those things I worry about."

"I wish you wouldn't." He tried not to sound too harsh as he said it, actually appreciating the concern but not wanting him know.

After a moment of silence, with Sebastian still rubbing Devzik's back, he laid back down. He'd assumed the other would go back over to his own bed but he told him to scoot.

Devzik looked up at him with surprise, thinking that maybe he had heard him wrong. "What?"

"Over. Scoot over." The look on his face was completely serious so he did as was directed.

Sebastian made it a point to stay on top of the comforter and laid down on his back. To the surprise of both boys, Devzik didn't mind the company. He'd never slept next to anyone before but it was a welcoming change and the memory Sebastian shared with him next made it make all the more sense.

"After our parents passed, Anne would have these awful nightmares about finding Solomon and I in the same way, dead essentially. Tragic really. She'd have me lay next to her till she fell back asleep, saying that knowing I was next to her made the nightmares subside somehow." He turned over towards him, laying his head on his arm like a pillow. "So, wouldn't hurt to try it with you I'd say."

Devzik could see him laying there in his peripheral vision but didn't dare turn to look at him, knowing how much he was blushing. As he spoke he tried to keep his voice level, since his nerves were getting to him.

"That's fine I suppose. Just make sure-" Sebastian cut him off by finishing his sentence.

"To stay over the blankets. Don't worry, I figured as much."

He secretly loved it when he'd finish his sentences, but hated it when he did it in front of others. Overall he considered it endearing. Before, he always assumed it was something he did with everyone but he knew better now. Even Ominis being surprised by it. The room suddenly became still, the only thing Devzik could hear was Sebastian's breathing, something that had gotten even but slowed. He peeked over at him and saw that he'd fallen asleep, the sight drawing a smile from him. For how chaotic as he was he looked tranquil as he slept. Devzik rolled over facing away from him and followed him to sleep.

When he awoke the next morning he was feeling actually well rested for the first time in weeks, but was alone in the bed, which wasn't a surprise because Sebastian's internal clock was always set at an unholy hour. What was surprising was that no one woke him before the first classes started so he was thirty minutes late.

Two Months Later

They ended up sharing a bed couple times a week after that and that turned into every other night soon after. All the while Sebastian was slowly trying to get Devzik to be more comfortable with him touching him, trying to push their relationship towards a more intimate one. Sebastian had known how he felt about the other since last summer and the fact that he continued to want to sleep next to him, told him that Devzik felt something similar. And once they shared their first kiss, it solidified his suspicions.

After that they practically slept in the same bed every night, knowing that it wasn't likely that anyone would find out due to how early Sebastian usually woke up. That belief became false after they'd had an overly eventually night outside the castle, coming back later then usual, meaning they both slept in that morning. As Devzik woke up, he felt a weight on his chest and noticed his left arm was completely asleep. Sebastian was still passed out, using him a pillow and had one of his legs wrapped around the others. However comfortable he was, once he opened his eyes he saw how in trouble they were, for a prefect was standing over them with an eyebrow raised. Clearly not happy.

His name was Emory and even though Devzik was good friends with his twin sister, he wouldn't usually show mercy to him.

"Damn it." The words slipped out under his breath.

"Damn it is right, Keehl. This is an extreme violation of the dormitory rules. But I'm sure you knew that." He had a smirk across his face, clearly pleased with himself.

Sebastian was still sound asleep, that is until Emory smacked him on the back, causing him to jolt up with a groggy expression.

"What in the- oh. Shit." As he saw who was standing over them, he laid back down and buried his face into Devzik's chest.

"Ominis told me this is an often situation between the two of you. For his honesty I'll give you both time to explain. Make it good."

Devzik groaned. "Fine. I can't seem to sleep without someone next to me due to my horrible nightmares. I'm sure you can guess what they're about."

"Ranrok."

"Exactly." That was a lie, his nightmares had nothing to do with the goblin. They had everything to do with the boy that was still laying on him.

"Understandable." That response surprised Devzik, but what he said next made him remember who he was talking to. "Follow up question. Were you two having a romp?"

Devzik turned bright red and Sebastian let out an annoyed low groan. "N-no, that'd be pushing it."

The other couldn't keep quite now, that question having irritated him. "Even if we had it wouldn't happen in the dormitory! Merlins beard, Emory!"

The prefect cracked a smile at Sebastian's outburst, knowing that at least one of their house mates had heard it from the common room. Becoming pleased with the fact that he didn't need to spread this particular rumor, he turned away from them and walked out the door with a wave over his shoulder.

"You said that way too loud." Devzik sat up, forcing the other boy to do the same.

"He just pisses me off so much. Saying that shit to you when he knows damn well how you are."

"Well with your outburst, I'm sure he won't be the one to spread word of this. This'll be awful for a few weeks."

As they talked, they both got out of bed and began to get dressed.

"You're over reacting. It'll be a week at the most."

"I think you're under reacting. Nothings happened in about a month, the whole school is deprived of gossip. And I've always been a hot topic." He mumbled, for some reason, under his breath but Sebastian still heard him.

He came up to him, hugging him from behind. "You know the reason. I have my own reasons however."

Emory came back into the room to check on them as Sebastian kissed him on the cheek. They left the room a minute apart, Devzik having trouble tying his tie from how anxious the whole ordeal made him.

Bonus : the conversation that happened the next morning after Sebastian found out why Devzik wasn't getting sleep.

"You could have told me what was going on Ominis."

"I haven't told you about anything he's asked me to keep from you thus far. Why start now."

"How... how many things?" "Wait, no, better question. Anything pertaining to me specifically?"

"Why would I tell you that, Sebastian. Kind of defeats the whole point of a promise, I'd think."

He slouched.

"If it means anything, I haven't told him anything you talk to me about."

"Sometimes I wish you would so I don't have to."

[bravewolfvesperia]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU.

respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

tagged by: @altosk tagging: @mistralxsoul, @ourvoids, @ervaurem if you haven't done this, @pclitesse if you do these!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Shi (ShiShi is fine but I tend to go with Shi. if you're thinking Shinon from a ninth and tenth entry in a particular franchise, your brain is in the right place. namesakes and beloveds, friends)

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her

MUSE NAME: Yuri Lowell (and assorted others on my Tales multimuse)

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: depends how often we talk. Tumblr DMs is easiest if we have brief conversation/plotting. Discord is preferred if we're starting to have regular conversations/lengthy conversations. I'm open to talking to people more though if they're interested, so if you do want to talk or gush about our muses or games, feel free to ask for my Discord! we don't have to already be talking a whole lot if you do want to move to Discord.

EXPERIENCE: I've been RPing for like, idk, as long as I can remember, but I started on Tumblr specifically around 2012. Before that it was things like ye wee old forums, messengers, etc. Tales experience is the same thing because I used to RP Tales on forums LOL.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: a mix of everything more or less. I like fluff and happy things mixed into angst, and if there's no room for happiness in a specific thread/situation, I like to have gentle/soft/emotional aspects littered around. I also try to just follow my muse's whims, so if anything suddenly spikes his rage meter, that's what we're goin' with folks.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:

(this isn't as scary as it looks I'm sorry LOL)

ignoring my rules and asking to ship with me when your character's name is not in my ship list (yes, this includes OCs. if OCs aren't mentioned it's very likely because my muse has a very specific romantic inclination and chemistry won't trump that the muse is already leaning toward someone/other people by default. should be obvious but I literally recently on another blog had someone completely ignore that muse's ship list and still send me an anon to ask to ship with me (and the whole thing was indicative that they only wanted to write with me to ship and didn't really see my muse as their own muse but just as another tool in the shed). my ship list tends to be very tiny for any muse and I prefer it that way anyway because it wards off the idea that people are only writing with me to ship. I love shipping with certain pairs, but I don't write explicitly for that and am much more comfortable with the idea that people aren't following me to ship with me/going into things assuming they will be able to convince me into it when they would have presumably read my rules and know their character is not on that list. again, as in my rules, one-sided your-muse-likes-mine is totally fine - just don't get mad when it remains one-sided because you were warned. if your muse is on the list (for any of my muses), yes, it means I'm open to discussing it/writing it./being receptive of it.

disrespecting other writers plain for everyone to see on their dashboards. this includes saying vague shit like "there are no good (character name) muses out there". that is very much not the same as "there are no writers for this character/I can't find any of this character". that's a very intentional dig at certain character writers and implies they're not good enough for you because nobody writes that character the way you want them to (versus simply expressing a desire to write with a certain character but not finding anyone who writes them).

using my muse as a blank slate who is just a base directly off the game you probably played if you're here. if any of you have paid attention to my threads with a specific Flynn (hi Natty!), you are probably aware my muse is heavily influenced by canon side material. that stuff is a core part of my muse. my muse is not just a rip taken right out of game-only canon. the more I write, the more formed he becomes as his own individual muse. if you cannot respect that and will consider it "ooc" for my muse not to be a blank slate direct rip from canon every time I write with a new muse, that's a hard dealbreaker. (on that above note, for any Flynn writers who are unfamiliar with the canon side material that Flynn is a primary part of (i.e. very directly relative to things that affect my muse), I do not hold that against you and am completely willing to work things out with you! that shit is hard to find and is JP media only. there's a slew of side content for Vesperia that the west never got so I know many if not most people won't even know a lot of it exists)

PLOTS OR MEMES: I do both, but I'm more likely to be able to work out plots with characters either in my muse's canon(s) or muses from other Tales games ("canons" is things such as canon side material, Tales gachas Yuri is in, etc). if I don't know your character well (canon or OC), memes tend to work better. I find it difficult to plot specific things out when I don't know a particular series well or at all. that said, I'll write with people who know my character and are okay with using one of his verses even if I don't know your character/series. I love memes for writing, but I will definitely struggle to actually plot if I don't know the franchise. I also love randomly sent memes just for the sake of writing things!

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: long. short for me is like three paragraphs and I just physically can't find myself doing less. things like one-liners might pop up in dash commentary and such, but for actual threads, I write long replies because that's what comes to me. sometimes motivation really hits me with muses my muse feels close to and you might end up with a ten+ paragraph reply, so uhhh... sorry about that in advance (and my paragraphs can get bulky so doubly sorry in advance!). typically this stuff happens in more emotion-driven threads though.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: NIGHT! NIGHT! NIGHT! I'm a night owl in general, but my writing energy tends to go yeehaw on me at night.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: uhhhh uh uh for legal reasons i probably should not answer that. :)

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While I really enjoy the new Mara content and encourage you to do more for her and Natty, I hope for you that you're also doing your best to take care of yourself and not burning yourself out after coming back from your hiatus<3

Aww buddy you’re so sweet!

This is just how my brain operates, I go really crazy and I produce content like a machine, then it drizzles out for a little bit. Usually I’ll start posting on @lanabenikosdoormat and fixate on another not hp oc in the interim, or fake tweets or something. It all comes in waves! Plus I’ve been iced in for the past week or so, so I’ve had so much time to myself with my classes being cancelled :0)

I really appreciate you checking in tho <3 i need it

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By Any Other Name - Ominis Gaunt x OC

Chapter one - The New Fifth Year

Alice was now in her fifth year at Hogwarts. Many things had changed. She had grown out her hair. It was her first year back since Athena graduated. She had grown into her own magic, though she still needed some extra help. She had made a few more friends in her year. Poppy Sweeting, Wendy Rosewood, Natsai Onai, to name a few. She found out she had a knack for potions, it was the only way she held her own around Garreth.

Speaking of Garreth, some things had stayed the same. He almost never left her side. He had quickly become her best friend. Best duo in the world, those two. She had easily turned Garreth’s potions interests into a side business for both of them to earn a bit of cash. Enchanted paint was not cheap, you know.

Alice was excited, more than she should’ve been, really. Throughout the train journey and carriage ride to Hogwarts, she overheard talk of someone new. A new student. Someone who got their Hogwarts letter late in life. A new fifth year. It wasn’t everyday Hogwarts got itself a new student. A transfer, maybe, but someone new? New to magic? Starting in their fifth year? She was dying to meet them.

The sorting ceremony was long and boring, as it usually was. Alice was happy with the new Gryffindor first years, but her eyes searched for that new fifth year.

“They’re not here yet,” Garreth stated, digging into his roast.

“Maybe they are late,” Natsai Onai offered.

“Haven’t seen Professor Fig yet either,” Alice stated, stretching her torso to try and peek over the heads of her fellow students. “They’ve been studying under him, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“That’s right-“

Just as Natty replied, the heavy doors of the Great Hall were pushed open. The gray tufts of Professor Fig’s hair, their magic theory professor, emerged from the doors before retreating back. Slight murmuring was heard outside the doors, as the Great Hall hushed to a disturbing silence. Professor Black, the Headmaster of the school, looked annoyed as all hell as he marched right to the doors, likely to give the magic theory professor a piece of his mind. A piece of Professor Black’s mind wouldn’t be enough to save anyone, Alice was afraid to say. He was never known for being a bright mind.

Soon, Professor Black waltzed right back into the Great Hall, a new face following him up to the front of the hall. The new face. The one everyone was talking about. She had soft features. She stood about 5’3, her face full of small cuts, her brown hair disheveled, a couple twigs in it. She looked like she had just escaped an adventure with nothing but the meat on their bones. The girl’s piercing blue eyes scanned the room in awe.

“Professor Weasley,” Black’s voice sounded bored and uninterested as he led the new fifth year up the stairs to the stool. “We’ve one more to be sorted…”

“Welcome!” Weasley’s soft, welcoming voice seemed to calm the new fifth year. “You’re just in time, have a seat.”

The fifth year did as instructed, awkwardly sitting on the stool. Weasley placed the sorting hat on her head. The hall erupted in whispers, echoing on the walls, desperate to theorize on which house would get the late bloomer.

“Hmmm better be GRYFFINDOR!” The sorting hat declared.

Alice cheered loudly along with her house as Weasley transfigured the fifth year’s robes into the signature shade of red.

“And one more thing, due to the unfortunate injury on the pitch during last spring’s final, this year’s quidditch season has been canceled,” Black uttered, a roar of disappointment erupted from each table.

“That’s rubbish!” Alice shouted. She was Gryffindor’s seeker, after all.

“Enough!” Black ordered. “It’s not as if I’ve banned flying altogether. But, don’t. Tempt me. You are here to focus on your academic futures. I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow…”

Black paused, watching as no one made a move.

“I said, I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow!”

Alice rolled her eyes as Garreth quickly slid from his seat and gestured for her to do the same. She reluctantly followed, glaring at Black. It seemed as though this year would be quite interesting.

The first shower back at Hogwarts was comforting as usual, something about the water here felt more safe than anything she had experienced back home. She trudged up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory. This year, Alice had lucked out and got assigned a dorm that was isolated from the others, the downside was that it was also the highest one.

So.

Many.

Steps.

She pushed the door open, making her way to her own bed.

“Hello.”

Alice screamed, leaping just a tad off the ground. She whipped her head to the bed on the opposite end of the dorm. There sat the new fifth year.

“Sorry, I didn’t think I was getting a roommate this year,” Alice flattened her nightgown. “You weren’t here when I left.”

“No, no,” The brunette waved it off. She stood from the bed and walked over to the slightly shorter girl. “Don’t apologize, I’m Katherine Blake.”

“Alice Morgan,” Alice shook her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! You’ve been the talk of the town all day! Everyone was talking about you on the Hogwarts Express.”

Katherine looked a bit upset at the mention of earlier today, but she shook her head.

“I’m no one special, really,” She replied. “I’m just happy to be here and learn a bit of magic.”

“You’ll certainly have a lot of catching up to do,” Alice grinned, pointing to herself. “But stick with me. Not that I could help you much, I just want more friends.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Alice,” Katherine chuckled.

“We better get some rest,” Alice stated, walking back to her own bed. “Big day tomorrow. If you need help finding your classes, just give me a holler. I’m usually around.”

Alice got up rather early in the mornings. The Great Hall would start serving breakfast around 5 am, but Alice rarely ate there. Through the years, Alice had come to find that the little Slytherin trio enjoyed their breakfast in the quad courtyard. Of course, now with Anne’s unfortunate curse, Sebastian and Ominis sat alone that morning. As Alice passed them with her own breakfast, a few breakfast rolls made into little sandwiches, she took notice of their appearances.

Sebastian had his nose in a book. He was one to eat a heavy breakfast. Lots of protein to keep his strength up. He loved a good over easy egg and potatoes to balance out the sausage links on his plate. He was spouting some nonsense about dark magic that Ominis was not too keen on listening to. Ominis was enjoying a rather crisp apple, smiling at the breeze of early fall. Alice fawned at the sight of him.

He was the reason she enjoyed her breakfast in the Quad Courtyard. It had been 4 years since she had met him and their relationship had not progressed since then. She was friendly with Sebastian, everyone was. Sebastian was quite the popular Slytherin. But Ominis never gave Alice the time of day.

Sebastian gave a gentle wave once he noticed Alice staring. Alice appreciated Sebastian’s friendly gesture as opposed to his friend’s cold shoulder. She waved back, though he wasn’t the one she was staring at, she was grateful she could at least call Sebastian Sallow a friend.

She sat on the bench on the opposite side of them. Sebastian had told her once before that he had come to enjoy her presence every morning. He knew that she had feelings for his best friend, but Alice assumed he didn’t care too much about it.

“Alice,” Sebastian spoke, waving her over.

Did she hear that correctly? Was she seeing that correctly? Never in the past few years did Sebastian ever talk to her during these morning hours. Was she going mad?

“C’mon.”

Alice gathered her things and raced over the short distance to their bench. Ominis scoffed at the sound of her irregular strides.

“We don’t need a third opinion, let alone from a Gryffindor.”

“Ominis doesn’t believe the dark arts should be taught in class,” Sebastian started, closing his book. “But I believe the only way to properly defend against the dark arts is learning what you’re up against.”

“Oh, please, Sebastian,” Ominis scoffed once more. “You chose a lion because she would be more inclined to agree with you.”

“Sebastian…” Alice frowned. “Those curses have plagued Ominis his entire life. Seeing that you’re his best friend, I find it hard to believe you’d willingly bring him into a conversation like this. Don’t you think there’s danger in knowing? It takes a toll on you, mentally and emotionally. Ominis is a blatant example of that.”

“You can’t expect-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Sebastian. Alice is right,” Ominis spoke with a small smile. “I’m pleasantly surprised…”

Alice was in shock. Very rarely did Ominis even acknowledge her, let alone say that she was right. In the past 4 years, Ominis had shown very little interest in Alice. In fact he showed what she could only assume was more of a disdain towards her, if she were being honest. Snarky comments, irritated statements, nasty remarks. The whole nine. No interaction lasted more than a sentence or two. Despite what he did to her face, Alice admired the man he was beyond that. She saw his potential for success, his passion for magic, his loyalty to his friends. She admired him from afar for all those years. He was her muse.

And now he had just agreed with her for the first time.

Charms was definitely not Alice’s strong suit. Not a lot of subjects were. She struggled with attention most of all. She would typically doodle during class or zone out completely. Today was no different. She had told herself that this year would be, she would apply herself and get better grades, learn more. Yet here she was, on the very first day, in her very first class, staring at her muse once more. He stood, his foot on the bench, conversing with his best friend about, well Alice couldn’t be bothered to know. She couldn’t hear them from where she sat. Sebastian had a rather large book, resting wide open on his desk, he was rather enthusiastically explaining something from it to Ominis. Ominis, however, did not agree.

Ominis closed Sebastian’s book and tucked it under his arm.

“Hey, wait-“ Sebastian started. “Give it back”

“No. Keep your nose out of this type of magic.”

Alice took this time to observe the class beyond Ominis Gaunt. She noticed that her roommate sat in front of her, next to Natsai Onai.

“Hello, roommate!” Alice cheerfully greeted, leaning over her own desk. Katherine turned around slightly and gave a little wave.

“Do either of you know what we are working on?” Katherine asked Natty and Alice. Natty slid her textbook closer to Katherine in response.

“I don’t know how much help it will be, but I am sure you’ll catch up in no time,” she smiled.

“I don’t really pay much attention in class,” Alice confessed, to which Katherine let out a laugh.

“Perhaps we both need to go through this book.”

“Would you like a drawing?” Alice asked, tearing her newest drawing of Ominis from her roll of parchment. She handed the piece of parchment to Katherine with a contented smile.

“Oh, thank you,” Katherine responded, taken aback by the gesture but took the parchment anyway. She glanced at it for a moment before furrowing her eyebrows. “Isn’t this…”

“You’d be correct,” Natty nodded. “He’s where her focus is most of the day.”

“I do not approve,” Garreth stated, his gaze fixed on Ominis who was rather loudly arguing with Sebastian.

“I wouldn’t say most of the day…” Alice grinned.

“You don’t approve of the drawing?” Katherine questioned, then turned to Alice. “This is a very good drawing. You’re talented, Alice.”

“Thank you,” Alice smiled, touched by the compliment.

“Don’t give others your drawings of Ominis, it’s awkward for them…” Garreth explained, hoping he got through to her. He didn’t.

Just then, Professor Ronen strolled in with a spark of dramatics. He was a rather eccentric fellow and he always seemed to be able to brighten the mood in his classroom. He clapped twice, gaining the attention of the entire class.

“Students! If you could all take your seats, please, we can get started, yes?”

A bit of shuffling was heard as the few who had still yet to take their seats, did so.

“Now, then! I know it’s been a long summer, but does anyone remember what we were working on last year?” Professor Ronen scanned over his silent students, studying their expressions. “Anyone?”

Alice had begun to draw another sketch of Ominis. This one showcased his bored expression as he sat on the other side of the classroom. Garreth swiftly plucked her pencil out of her fingers, putting it behind his ear. She stared at him in disbelief to which he grinned back.

Ever since Garreth had met Alice that fateful day during first year he had been rather protective of her. He had noticed in the beginning how small and reserved she could be. Garreth was nothing of the sort. He was loud and obnoxious. Through the years he had seen that side of Alice bloom within her. He was proud of his impact on his best friend. He loved watching her grow, blossom into a complex and full version of herself. What he didn’t love, however, was her fixation on a certain pale skinned Slytherin.

Garreth knew Ominis. He was acquainted with him, sometimes he would ask for a bit of potions help here and there. Garreth knew Ominis did not share his family’s beliefs on blood status, nor on the dark arts. In many ways he would be the perfect suitor for his little Alice in Wonderland. If he wasn’t such a prick. Garreth didn’t dislike Ominis because of his name, nor because of his disability. Garreth disliked Ominis because of how he treated his Alice. Garreth loved Alice, whether it was a platonic love or romantic, he wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, he kept her safe and loved.

Katherine flipped through the pages of Natty’s textbook as Ronen spoke. Ronen took notice of this, skillfully casting Accio on the book itself.

“Ah- ah, last minute studies will not make up for what should have happened over months.”

“Professor, I’m-“

“I think we could all use a bit of a refresher, shall we?” Ronen projected, motioning for his students to rise from their seats. “Everyone, stand up!”

A couple groans here and there were sounded from disgruntled students as they complied with Ronan’s orders.

“Now, stand across from your partners, we’ll be going over the spell ‘Accio.’ Who remembers what the spell ‘Accio’ does?”

“Accio is used to draw any object to you,” Imelda said with a smug look on her face.

“Correct, Miss Reyes! Follow along with my wand movements,” Ronen proceeded to lead everyone through casting the spell.

The book rested in Garreth’s large palm. Alice narrowed her eyes to it. She took a deep breath, remembering the wand movements.

“Accio!” She shouted, her wand letting out a hot spark. She winced.

“It’s alright, Alice,” Garreth spoke, reassuring her. “You’ll get it, try one more time.”

“Accio!” Alice’s voice boomed again, this time with more strength. Before her eyes, the book flew out of Garreth’s palm and right into her arms. She jumped in excitement, hugging it to her chest. Garreth laughed loudly at her dramatic celebration. “Garreth! I did it!”

After the little victory she had, Alice’s attention once again faded from the task at hand. Sebastian had magically plucked his dark arts book from Ominis’ pale hands. He grasped it firmly with a smirk. Alice found herself drawing closer to the pair as her own book flew out of her arms. Ominis retaliated by utilizing his own magic, effectively performing the spell on the very same book Sebastian so desperately needed.

“Try that again, Sebastian,” He tucked the book into his bag. “I believe you hit the wrong target.”

“You’re no fun, Ominis,” Sebastian stated, with a smirk.

“I’d argue he’s a lot of fun,” Alice nodded, now right next to Sebastian, who took a step back, a bit startled by her proximity to him.

Garreth quickly took hold of her wrist, pulling her back to their original spot.

Ominis heard their footsteps retreating and raised an eyebrow.

“That was Alice, wasn’t it.” He knew the answer but still he felt the need to ask. His best friend confirmed his suspicion with a simple ‘yes.’ Ominis let out a rather neutral hum in response.

“Excellent! All of you!” Ronen exclaimed, clapping his hands. “I’ve always been under the impression that class should have both a practical, and a fun element to it. Why don’t we head outside?”

The class gathered their things and followed their professor out the door.

“He seems like a nice teacher,” Katherine commented as they walked.

“Most of them are,” Natty replied,. “There are a few to be wary of.”

“I think all the teachers are scary,” Alice stated, with a small smile.

“Really?” Katherine asked, a bit puzzled by the statement. “Even our Charms professor?” Alice nodded.

“There’s a sort of darkness there,” Alice shuddered, earning a bit of laughter from her friends.

“Alice is just a baby,” Imelda smirked. “She startles easily, unlike me.”

“You were the one who was afraid of a pet rat last year,” Ominis stated, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I wouldn’t go boasting quite yet.”

“That- do you know how unsanitary a rat is?” Imelda shrilled. “If it was wild, we could’ve all gotten sick.”

“Bite your tongue, Imelda,” Garreth had come to Alice’s aid, as always. “Or I may just have you test my latest concoction.”

“Concoction?” Katherine turned to Alice as Imelda let out a loud huff.

“Garreth and I happen to be the best potion brewers in the school!” Alice winked at her roommate.

“May I interest you in a shrinking potion?” Garreth dug within his robe’s pockets to fish out a couple he had lying around.

“What would I use a shrinking potion for?”

“To shrink, of course,” Alice stated.

“Potions are incredibly helpful to have on hand,” Natty responded. “You never know when you’ll need one for the most obscure of reasons.”

Alice’s attention wavered again, shifting to the Slytherin duo once more. Sebastian sneakily tried performing Accio on the book. This time it was secure in Ominis’ arms. The book flew to Sebastian, as expected, but it had rather cartoonishly dragged Ominis along with it. Though he could not see, he flashed Sebastian a pointed look that could only be described as disapproving. His gaze was judgemental and exhausted. Alice couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction. They continued to captivate her mind as Ronen stopped around the flying class lawn.

Professor Ronen summoned the summoning court board, beckoning everyone to gather around it. Natty, Katherine, Garreth, and Alice stood close to the front of the summoning court. The first three, conversing as Alice took in their surroundings. Everyone had opted to either sit or stand along the sides of the court. Poppy Sweeting sat on the side, she had brought her parchment and was doodling small mooncalves on it. The man next to her was a sight for sore eyes.

Dante Ripley. Alice never cared much for anyone’s looks other than Ominis’, but even she had to admit he was rather ravishing. He had jet black pin straight hair that liked to fall just past his eyes at times. His skin looked pale whilst indoors but out there, it was sun kissed. His eyes seemed cold and unfeeling but when he smiled, they lit up like sparks of ember. His lips were plump and pink, shaped into a forever pout. Dante was a fifth year Slytherin. He had two siblings, a sixth year Gryffindor brother, Augustine, and a third year Slytherin sister, Kaia. Alice had heard the Ripleys were from Korea. Though she never asked, herself. Alice paid it no mind as she noticed his gaze fixated on the new fifth year.

Her eyes stopped as she spotted the Slytherin duo. Ominis had taken a seat on the grass, enjoying an apple. Sebastian was standing, rather fidgety.

“Don’t-“ Garreth tried but to no avail. Alice had already begun her trek to Ominis’ side.

“She really is a fan of his, isn’t she,” Katherine asked, glancing at the remaining group.

“I’ve heard she’s been like this ever since first year,” Natty nodded.

“She’s going to get herself hurt,” Garreth shook his head in disapproval.

She plopped down next to the blonde, she tucked her legs to her chest, smiling softly.

Next to her, Ominis had managed to hold onto the book. He made sure to keep a track on where Sebastian was in relation to him. He heard the soft crunching of grass as a person walked towards him and sat beside him. A faint aroma of a familiar perfume made its way to his nose. Alice.

“I’m going to retrieve it eventually…” Sebastian stated, taking notice of Alice.

“I’ll tell Madam Scribner.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“No more forbidden dark magic books for you.”

“I know how to handle her,” Sebastian said with a smug grin. “We have a sort of back and forth.”

Alice watched as Imelda Reyes walked up to Katherine with a smile on her face.

“You’re the new fifth year? That’s not something I ever expected to be saying,” She confidently held her hand out to Katherine. “I’m Imelda Reyes.”

“Hello, I’m Katherine,” She smiled back, shaking her hand. “I heard you say you were good at flying?”

Imelda laughed in response.

“Good? I’m the best. Took care of all the scoreboards around here. It’s a shame quidditch is down this year,” Imelda smirked, smugly. “I’d have gotten Slytherin more than a few house points.”

“I would’ve liked to have given it a shot, too,” Katherine nodded. “At least there’s always next year. They can’t ban quidditch forever.”

“Have you ever flown before?” Imelda asked, giving her a once over.

“No,” Katherine shrugged. “But it can’t be that hard to learn, can it?”

“Flying is a skill. I might have a natural talent, but for normal people, such as yourself, it’s actually quite difficult to learn.”

“I suppose I should get started as soon as I can, then,” Katherine smiled sweetly. “Maybe I’ll be able to work on some of those scoreboards you’ve been talking about.”

“You wish,” Imelda hummed. “If you do pluck up the courage, feel free to send me an owl. I’d be more than happy to take you down a peg.”

Alice’s eye began to twitch at Imelda’s words. Her gaze narrowed at the Slytherin, as Professor Ronen tried to hone in his students’ attentions.

From beside Alice, Ominis had noticed she had not moved. He was puzzled as to why she stayed.

“Wouldn’t you rather be over with the other lions than sitting here on your own?” Ominis asked his attention fully on the Gryffindor beside him.

Alice wondered if she could slip some veritaserum in Imelda’s pumpkin juice tonight, maybe then she would stop her tall tales and boasting. Sebastian leaned in to Ominis, a soft chuckle falling from his lips.

“Your stalker ignored you.”

Ominis frowned, as he snapped his fingers in front of where he assumed was Alice’s gaze. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the beauty mark ridden hand in front of her. She quickly turned in Ominis’ direction, admiring his face.

“Yes?” She asked, sweetly.

“Why are you here when you are clearly engaged in a separate conversation?”

“I want to be here,” Alice stated, letting her legs slide from her grasp as she switched to a more comfortable position to talk to him.

“Your friends are over there,” Ominis deadpanned.

“I consider Sebastian a friend.”

“That’s right,” Sebastian nodded. “I find her presence tolerable.”

“Tolerable,” Ominis repeated, but Alice’s attention had already shifted back to the group of Gryffindors.

Dante Ripley had introduced himself to Katherine and they seemed to have sparked an engaging conversation with each other. That was until Imelda felt the need to butt in.

“Give me a broom, I could’ve taken care of that dragon,” She stated smugly, lifting her chin with pride.

“Have you run into a dragon before, Imelda?” Katherine asked, her voice genuine.

“They’re around,” Imelda shrugged. “It wouldn’t be that hard for me, I assure you.”

“Imelda Reyes!” Alice stood up abruptly, startling Sebastian in the process. “You’d probably get burnt to a crisp. Be respectful, someone died.”

“You don’t know what it was like,” Katherine tried to explain to Imelda.

“I think you’re the one that needs to be taken down a peg. Maybe 50,” Alice stated, visibly fuming.

“I’d like to see you try, little Gryffindor. You’d lose.”

Alice sat back down with a huff, unaware that she had caught the attention of her muse.

“As much as I enjoy getting on the student drama, back to our assignment, if you’d please,” Ronen continued with his lesson as Ominis turned his head in Alice’s direction.

“You don’t usually get involved in arguments…” He stated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Sebastian saw his opportunity and opted to steal back his book the muggle way. Ominis, having turned his attention fully on the little Gryffindor, failed to notice his best friend’s actions.

“I don’t like it when someone attacks my friends,” Alice explained with her arms crossed.

By this time, Katherine had been called to play summoner’s court against Natty. She was fairing well, already 20 points ahead of Natsai. Alice, however, was not paying much attention to the competition.

“Little Lions need to stick together, is that right?” Ominis asked, a smirk playing on his pink lips.

“What do you really have against Gryffindors?” Alice snapped, her gaze moved swiftly back to the pale Slytherin. “Sometimes, I think it is you who needs to be taken down a peg as well.”

“That’s enough, Alice,” Sebastian spoke, tucking his book under his arm.

“No,” Ominis replied, the smirk never leaving his lips. “It’s rare that we see sweet Alice Morgan all riled up.”

“You’re insufferable-“

“Oh, I’m insufferable?” Ominis laughed. “Oh, lion, please go on. Explain in great detail just how much you hate me. I’ll wait, I’m quite patient.”

“Ominis Gaunt,” She stood up once more as Katherine won her competition. “If you wanted me to leave, you could’ve just said so.”

She sighed, joining her fellow Gryffindors as they started towards the castle. Ominis silently listened to her retreating feet crunching on the grass. He swallowed, gingerly processing the interaction.

“You rarely acknowledge her, what was that?” Sebastian asked, helping Ominis to his feet.

“I was simply bored,” Ominis replied, now fully aware of what Sebastian had done. He quickly took back the book.

Alice was now planning the rest of her day as they walked back to the charms class. Perhaps she could grab something small from the great hall before her next class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was always a class Alice enjoyed. She enjoyed most classes, though she was not the brightest student, so she tended to get mediocre grades despite being interested in the topic. DADA was nothing different. Professor Hecate was a brilliant professor. She had previously worked in the Ministry of Magic as an Unspeakable. So needless to say, she knew what she was talking about… or not talking about.

After introductions were made and expectations were set, the professor instructed everyone to get up, out of their seats. They were going to have a couple friendly dueling matches to kickstart the new school year.

The first up was Katherine Blake and Sebastian Sallow.

“I won’t hold back,” Sebastian said, smirking. “A friendly duel is always a pleasant introduction.”

“I’ll certainly give it my all,” Katherine replied, shifting her feet to a more comfortable stance.

“Charms and basic attacks only,” Professor Hecate instructed. “A fair duel. Begin.”

Sebastian started, hitting Katherine with a swift basic attack. She took it like a champ, responding with using the spell she had just learned.

“Accio!” Sebastian was pulled forward by her magic as she did so, taking a couple of her basic attacks. He was able to drop back to his feet, glaring at Katherine who grinned in response.

“Depulso!”

“Protego!” A protective sphere appeared around Katherine, deflecting Sebastian’s spell. She swiftly spun. “Stupify!”

With Sebastian stunned, she was able to hit him with enough basic attacks to push him over the edge, effectively winning the duel. Sebastian chuckled from the ground, a smile of admiration taking over his lightly freckled face.

“Quite the match, new fifth year…”

“Right, Mr Gaunt? Miss Morgan?”

Alice blinked in response as Garreth pushed her towards the dueling stand.

“Me, professor?” Alice asked, a bit taken aback.

“Don’t think I don’t know about your extracurriculars, Miss Morgan,” Hecate smirked, knowingly “Now go on.”

Alice gingerly stepped up on the dueling stand, Ominis on the other end, fiddling with his wand.

“I warn you, lion,” Ominis smirked. “I will not hold back.”

“I don’t expect you to, Ominis.”

“Levioso!” Ominis’ spell hit Alice, her feet lifting off the ground. His face showed determination. He was focused on his spell casting, listening for her movements. He hit her with a couple basic attacks before the spell wore off and she went tumbling down to the ground.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego! Stupify!” Ominis was not kidding when he said he wouldn’t hold back. A drop of sweet trickled down his forehead. Alice followed it on its descent down his porcelain cheek.

“Flippendo!” Alice’s spell finally hit Ominis, effectively flipping him. He scrambled back to his feet.

“Expelliarmus!” Ominis shot, Alice’s wand flying from her hand. “Depulso!”

Alice flew off the stand, bumping her head on the bookshelf. She rubbed the area, frowning.

Ominis frowned before replacing it with a small smirk.

“I see…” Hecate quietly said. “How disappointing… class dismissed.”

Garreth helped Alice up to her feet. As Ominis walked towards the pair.

“Lion,” he simply said. Alice looked up at him.

“Why did you hold back.”

“I didn’t…” Alice blinked at him as she exchanged a look with Garreth. He nodded, walking towards the door. He opted to stick around, though, waiting by the door.

“You pity me. I don’t need your pity, Alice.”

“I don’t pity you, Ominis,” She replied, shaking her head at him. “I just want you to feel confident in yourself.”

“Next time, if you want me to feel confident, don’t throw the match.” Ominis scoffed. “Duel me fair.”

“But I’d win,” Alice stated, tapping her foot awkwardly.

“You underestimate me.”

“I rank higher than Sallow, Ominis.”

“I don’t want a place that I didn’t earn. Duel me fair or not at all.”

Alice sighed, walking towards him. She reached up. Instinctively, Ominis flinched slightly. She gently patted his cheek twice.

“Then I’ll see you at Crossed Wands,” Alice whispered to him, before walking to Garreth who laughed at Ominis’ expression.

“Did she just- pat my cheek?”

Sebastian chuckled in response, clapping his best mate’s shoulder.

“That, Ominis, is what the general public calls flirting,” Sebastian began roughly massaging his best friend’s shoulders. “Flirt back. Test the waters. You won’t regret it.”

“Clearly, this book has clouded your judgment,” Ominis pulled out his wand and joined his fellow students out the door, Sebastian following behind him.

Perhaps he’d be able to get in some practice on his dueling in the Undercroft. She did give him an official invitation, after all. A small lopsided smile appeared on his face as he thought about finally witnessing Alice’s power first hand.

Alice marched with Garreth down the short hallway to the pink lady’s painting.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite little potions duo,” She gave a gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, Beatrice,” Alice smiled back, glancing at her through her specs. The painting shook her head in response. “Ah, I’ll get your name eventually.”

“I’m sure you will, password?”

“Grata Domum,” Garreth stated, the painting swung open.

Garreth hurriedly ran into the common room. His afternoon would be spent testing out his latest products on unsuspecting first years. Alice followed shortly after. Alice was hoping there would still be enough daylight to do a bit of painting by the fountain.

She climbed those dreaded steps up to her dorm once again, the second day was still just as bad as the first. She pushed open that door, dropping her books at her desk. A small hoot came from beside her bed. A gray owl stood, perched on her footboard, a little letter tucked in its mouth. Alice walked towards it, giving the small owl some much deserved pets. She plucked the letter from its beak, cracking the Hogwarts seal. That only meant it was from one of her professors.

Miss Morgan,

Miss Blake would like you to escort her to Hogsmeade this evening so that she can pick up materials necessary for her success here at Hogwarts for the year. Please meet her at the North Exit at 5:00 pm. Do not be late.

Deputy Headmistress

Matilda Weasley

I really hope you guys like this fanfic because GODDAMN I’m having so much fun with it. We love Alice in this household.