#chester davies x reader

[domaslut]

HOGWARTS MYSTERY.

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 “𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”, 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨.

𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣!

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐒.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺? 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵!

『 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 』

N.B.: you can choose more than one character, if the plot is about a love triangle, or something involving a reference to more than one relationship.

↳𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 ↳𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 ↳𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘚𝘯𝘺𝘥𝘦 ↳𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ↳𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘦𝘦 ↳𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 ↳𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ↳𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺

『 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 』

N.B.: as you may have noticed, I have already sorted the songs in their genres, which means that, if you pick a song belonging to the “FLUFF” group, I will write a “FLUFF” drabble based on the song you’ve picked.

✿𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙✿

•𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘙𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘉.

•𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 - 𝘌𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯

•𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘹

•𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘻

•𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 - 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴

•𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘉ø𝘳𝘯𝘴

•𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤

•𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦 - 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘦

•𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 - 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯

•𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘌𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴

✿𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧✿

•𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 - 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘻

•𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 - 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

•𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘖𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭

•𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 - 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦

•𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 - 𝘔å𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯

•𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 - 𝘡𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘋𝘢𝘺

•𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 - 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰

•𝘋𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 - 𝘔𝘐𝘐𝘈

•𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 - 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰

•𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩

✿𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘✿

•𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 - 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴

•𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬

•𝘈𝘯 𝘜𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 - 𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘖𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢

•𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 - 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺

•𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 - 𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘛𝘴𝘢𝘪

•𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 - 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴

•𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦 - 𝘔å𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯

•𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

•𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 - 𝘔𝘳. 𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺

•𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤 - 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺

✿𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧✿

•𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 - 𝘋𝘰𝘫𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘵

•𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 - 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘺

•𝘕𝘶𝘵𝘴 - 𝘓𝘪𝘭 𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘱

•𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 - 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤

•𝘜𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 - 𝘚𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩

•𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯

•𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

•𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 - 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦

•𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 - 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘴

•𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 - 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤

꧁𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒꧂

[claudy-writes-stuff]

Hii

I would love to read:

Fred Durst x Reader

Jon Davis/KoRn x Reader

Chester Bennington x Reader

Any story would be nice. Maybe enemy or friends to lovers. Thanks already!

Sure thing Anon! Hope you enjoy (if my idea was similar to another creators idea I’m just gonna note rn this isn’t exaclty original but yh)

The Biggest, Stupidest idiot, Fred Durst x Reader, Enemies to Lovers

You got signed to be Limp Bizkit’s manager and also this bus driver thingy for them. You were the one driving the trailer for them whenever they went on tour, the first few days you enjoyed the job and it wasn’t hard. The guys were funny, Well, That’s what you thought, (That’s what she said), They we’re jerks sometimes. Especially Fred, Although it was just some playful pranks and jokes friends and all just playing and not legit, they got on your nerves. Numerous times where you couldn’t even count had Fred and Wes woke you up and tricked you that there was and emergency. As soon as you ran out the door then you’d get milk and feathers All over you, Even Lethal would come in laughing.

Sometimes the jokes or pranks were funny. Sometimes not. Just straight up annoying as fuck

You didn’t even talk to Fred for a few days after that, “Oh come on Y/N talk to me!” “Shut up Fred” was how it was last week. Today they were wanting to hangout at a local bar/Pub to relax and have some fun after their tour as it was kind of draining they were performing Al day, not to mention you’ve definetely been the workaholic these days!, You drove the bus as they were all inside. Fred being the loudest as he nudged Wes with his elbow. None of them really containing their laughter. Before Fred stopped and nudged you now “Atleast were driving and this time we ain’t getting a single scratch from a certain someone!” You shot him a side glare and slapped his hand “Shut up Fred” He only laughed and rubbed his arm. “Ow!” He said, shooting you a look, You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, Even in your contacts you had him named as ‘Annoying guy’ or ‘Jerk’

They didn’t wanna go to the bar instead they decided on going to go to one of their tours. They still didn’t finish them, “Hey Y/N pull over we want some snacks-“ Before John could finish his sentence Wes smacked him on the face. Before they started wrestling and Fred started recording “Yo look at this shit!” They were laughing their asses off. Your eye twitched. Why were they so annoying sometimes? You had already been in a bad mood because of earlier today, As you pulled over at the snack store you all got out the car. As if they were children they ran inside like kids first time seeing a candy store.

Fred wanted to bother you a bit. As you held the cart zoning out you were startled by a lot of things dropping inside at once. It was chocolates- Candies chips and all sorts- “Yo why’s there a apple in here?” Fred peeked in. He saw the apple just plain right sitting in the corner of the cart. It wasn’t even in one of those white small bags. “Who wanna play frisbee?” Wes took the apple and passed it over to the others. You scoffed and grumbled. Snatching the apple away. Making Fred pout, “Food isn’t to be played with, Stop and come on I don’t wanna be here all day!” Fred only nudged you. As you were paying Fred came up behind you wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling your head and a bit of your body to him and ruffling your hair a lot. “Cut it out!” You snapped. He only held tighter and just whispered back “Nope”,

After what seemed like two years and a half. You arrived at the tour, getting out the car, it didn’t take that long for the band to be swarmed by the crowd and getting autographs. They were all distracted. You were sat in the back, Yet again. A bad habit of yours. Chewing your lip. Lightly blinking as you were in deep thought. A arm wrapped around you from behind, a slurred voice talking “You’ve got- you really looking fine today..You wanna come over to my place?” This wasn’t any of the people you knew, a creep randomly came in through from the crowd. Slowly pulling you behind a wall. You looked at him, panic clear in your eyes, his hand moved to your hip. Grasping it. You looked down. He started groping you, “Please don’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable” You tried to be polite and your eyes darted left and right as you panicked for help. The man seemed angry

He forced himself onto you and whispered “I know you want it. Stop playing hard to get” His breath reeked of alcohol and cigars. Wanting to make you gag, his hand went under your dress (or pants anything you can choose), before he could touch you there a fist connected to his face making you jerk back in fear and yelp. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s saying no dude she doesn’t like you!” It was Fred. He snapped at the man before punching him again square in the face. Making sure to angle it near the man’s nose. Brisk sing it. Knocking him out cold. The others were trying to pull Fred away, Fred turned to you. His heart sinking into his stomach seeing you shivering in the corner of the wall. Big round tears in your eyes. “Come on Y/N let’s get you inside..” he gently took your hand in his and led you to the trailer or bus. Sitting down next to you, It was silent until you whispered “Thank you” to him, trying to wipe away your tears. He looked down at you. His thumb lightly brushing your cheek and wiping away your tears. His eyes glancing at your lips. “It’s okay, trust me when I say this. I’m sorry for bothering you with those pranks and stuff. I won’t do it again if it annoys you” He was very sincere, soft. And quiet. Unlike how he was so upbeat and loud. He gently took your hands into his and pulled you onto his lap. Taking your chin and making you face him, “I love you, Y/N, Please. But I just didn’t have naughty courage to tell you this” your eyes widened. You couldn’t react as his nose pressed to yours. Gently. His lips pressing on yours before he closed his eyes. His other hand gently stroking your hair back and away from your eyes.

“I love you too”

The band did make sure to take pictures of this moment and tease you and Fred in the future about it.

[tinkerbelldetective]

There weren't many things that bothered Roger Davies. Except, of course, when his older brother brought his fiancée over for the Summer holidays and he ended up losing a tea bag or two of his favorite tea and a game of quidditch on top of that.

Chester Davies was smitten, and though he was relatively discreet about it, the whole family could tell. You were the only one he let borrow books from the floating shelf in his room, the only one who he sang along with in the kitchen at 7 in the morning. And Roger was not afraid to make a game out of teasing his brother ever so politely.

His favorite part of your visits was the old pup you brought along with you, whom he degnomed the garden with.

The Davies family home was always full of some kind of loving atmosphere, and for this, Roger Davies put up with a lost game and missing tea bags.

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Hi! I was wondering if you would do imagines for Chester Davies & Felix Rosier? ((Understandably, there isn’t a lot written for these characters but I feel like that leaves room for writing them however you’d like which is easier than sticking to canon lmao)) if not, that’s all good! :) I’ll probably come back to request some quidditch!reader if that’s okay 💕 thank you for writing such lovely imagines

Hello, I am so sorry this request has taken such a long time but I am determined to get through them. I don’t know too much about Chester Davies, but I wanted to give this one a shot!

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) is a sixth-year Ravenclaw Prefect with hopes of earning the title of ‘Head Girl’ for her seventh year at Hogwarts. Chester Davies is one of the male Ravenclaw Prefects in the same year as (Y/N), he admired her ambition and the two had grown close as Prefects. 

Students who act as Prefects are expected to be responsible, student leaders for the rest of the Hogwarts Community. They are exemplary students who achieve academically and truly enjoy assisting the faculty with castle duties and creating a sense of camaraderie within their Hogwarts houses. 

As the second half of the school year commenced, the first-year students were having a difficult time finding some of their new classrooms. However, rather than having to fend for themselves, they noticed the Ravenclaw girl directing the nervous students to their class. 

(Y/N) (L/N), a sixth-year Ravenclaw, was one of the more recognizable Prefects. If a student outside Ravenclaw House requested her assistance, (Y/N) would not hesitate to lend a hand and she was always seen helping other students. 

The Ravenclaw boys described her as the perfect balance of brains, beauty, and kindness. It was in her nature to automatically put a smile on the face of those she talked to, it is rumored she’s even turned Professor Snape’s semi-permanent scowl into a meek smile for a second during Potion Class. 

“Don’t worry about it, love” (Y/N) smiled, handing the first-year Gryffindor girl a simple map of the castle, “I made these for you to have, I want you to always make your class on time” She stated, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

The girl felt at ease and gave (Y/N) an understanding nod as she clutched her map tightly, “Thank you so much! I couldn’t have figured this out without you” The Gryffindor stated happily before hurrying down the corridor.

(Y/N) watched as the girl scrambled to make her class with a satisfied smile on her face. Most of the students had already cleared out of corridors which allowed her to relax a little, (Y/N) enjoyed her role as a Prefect, but the responsibilities could be tiring. Her shoulders fell slightly and she let out a soft sigh, she grabbed her Transfiguration book from the stone podium. 

“It pains me to admit this, but you truly are a natural” A voice spoke out from behind her. (Y/N) made a mental note, reminding herself not to let her guard down because the voice behind her made her jump.

“Merlin!” She exclaimed, turning to face the direction of the voice, knowing who the voice belonged to immediately, “But seriously, Chester? I thought you’d already recognized my dedication to this job” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, placing her hand on her hip, playfully questioning her friend. 

Chester Davies let out a chuckle, shrugging in response to her question, “I’ve competed against you in the past, I am fully aware of your skills” He said, walking towards her. The two were in the same year but remained acquaintances until Professor Flitwick assigned them as Prefects together. Their assignment was convinient because the two shared multiple classes together so they relied on each other to study. 

“Are you ready for Transfiguration?” Chester asked as they walked down the corridor, his hands in his robe pockets. It was common knowledge at Ravenclaw House that Chester Davies was unmistakenly attractive. No matter the situation, his clothes were clean and pressed, his hair styled, and his performances in the Frog Choir left most of the ladies at Hogwarts swooning.

Along with his talents, Chester was also determined and helpful. He is a strong believer in education and learning as much as possible which were traits (Y/N) resonated with. (Y/N) had modeled her course schedule to secure the job of a Hit Wizard, a trained wizard who deals with highly dangerous situations for the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. Chester also wished for a job at the Ministry but preferred the division of Improper Use of Magic. Both these jobs fell underneath the Department of Magical Law Enforcement so the O.W.L. requirements were similar, meaning the two would share classes for their remaining years.

“Of course,” She replied confidently, “I can’t wait to hear McGonagall’s curriculum, I find her class the easiest to study for” (Y/N) said and Chester let out a small groan. 

“You’re an ace at Transfigurations, (Y/N)” Chester grumbled, “I’m definitely going to need your help to get the technique down one hundred percent”

(Y/N) examined Chester’s slightly solemn expression with a small frown, “Don’t be like that, Chester” She uttered, “Practice makes perfect besides you’re lightyears better than me at Defense Against the Dark Arts.” (Y/N) admitted, giving Chester a small, reassuring smile hoping the make Chester feel better. 

All of a sudden, Chester’s stern expression transformed into one of joy as his laughter filled the corridor. His sudden outburst caught her off guard once again and she questioningly gazed at him as they approached Classroom 1B. Chester gripped (Y/N)’s shoulders and turned her to face him, “I’m so glad you finally admitted that,” He said playfully, “Now I can say even you’ve admitted it yourself” Chester shot (Y/N) a wink before retreating into the Transfiguration classroom, taking her chance to retaliate away. 

(Y/N) stood gobsmacked, blinking as the door to the classroom swung close. Letting out a small huff, she smiled knowing Chester must be laughing to himself in the classroom as he waits for (Y/N) to take her seat next to him. Soothing her hair, (Y/N) pushed the classroom door open and headed towards her seat, waving at her classmates as she made her way down. 

Chester looked back at (Y/N) but suddenly snapped forward as he got an idea. Pulling out a sheet of parchment, he began scribbling a meeting time and location before folding it into a tiny square. With a small smirk, he set the paper down in front of her station and crossed his arms behind his head. 

A few moments later, (Y/N) set her book down and noticed the small piece of parchment along with Chester’s mischievous look. Rolling her eyes, she took a seat and fumbled to open the parchment, the note read

Meet me at the Secret Garden

10:00 pm tonight

Don’t be Late 

-C

But before she could get a word out, Professor McGonagall had already begun the day’s lesson. 

*****

(Y/N) had underestimated Chester’s schemes. As soon as the Transfiguration class ended, he bolted out of the room but not before reminding (Y/N) about their arrangement. His sudden actions confused her, he hadn’t mentioned doing anything prior to class and now he was flat out avoiding her until they met. 

Despite his odd behavior, (Y/N) couldn’t help but find his determination endearing. An array of ideas flew through her head as she attempted to figure out what he could be planning, but when it came to Chester, you couldn’t really predict what he would do next because he is determined to try anything. Needless to say, Chester’s mysterious note remained on her mind as she tutored one of the third-year Ravenclaw boys. 

Usually, she remained focused and engaged but she caught herself glancing at the clock multiple times throughout the session. She also recalled the first time Chester had taken her to the garden. He had brought her there to study once, but they had not returned in a while, if he had called her there, it meant he had something important planned. Once nine-thirty rolled around, (Y/N) practically sprinted towards the Secret Garden, excited to see what her fellow Prefect had suddenly planned for the evening. 

“Chester?” (Y/N) called, reaching the enclosed garden her eyes immediately landed on the practice dummies evenly spread across the field. Chester suddenly appeared behind (Y/N), gripping her shoulders and giving her a subtle shake, “Boo!” He exclaimed causing her to let out a shrill shriek. 

“Chester!” (Y/N) yelled, suddenly turning to give him a shove, “You’re horrible” She laughed, letting her heartbeat settle as her friend laughed. 

“You’re hurting my feelings, (Y/N)” Chester admitted, adding in a fake pout for dramatic effect, “You’d really say that when I’ve gone out of my way to set up Dark Arts training for you?” Chester dropped his eyes, his shoulders drooping as he sauntered over to the training dummies. 

“Chester, you should really join the acting program here” (Y/N) laughed, watching her friend trudge through the grass, “You’d be their star pupil” 

Chester suddenly broke character, “No bloody way” Chester grumbled, “I’ve already got Frog Choir and that’s all I need” He grinned proudly, retrieving his wand from his coat pocket. (Y/N) removed her robes, folding them before placing them on the grass, “So, tell me what you’ve planned?” She asked. 

Chester smirked, “I’m glad you asked” he stated, removing his own robe and loosening his tie. For anyone else, it might be uncommon to see Chester in a ‘disheveled’ state, but (Y/N) had grown familiar with this side of him and she always found something new to admire. Tonight, his skin was glowing underneath the moonlight and his soft smile left (Y/N) at ease. 

“Will you be able to focus with me as your teacher?” Chester teased, snapping her away from her trance. (Y/N) blushed, crossing her arms defensively but embarrassed having been caught staring at him. 

“Don’t get too cocky,” (Y/N) warned, playfully aiming her want at him. Chester threw his hands up in defeat, purposely adding in a hint of dramatic flair to make his friend laugh. (Y/N) laughed at his reaction, “You’re ridiculous” she added, lowering her wand with a smile on her face. 

“You know, I hear that quite often” Chester admitted, giving her a soft shrug. The two of them were always busy, but when they were together, all they could think about was how much they enjoyed each other’s company. With (Y/N) everything seemed easier, she understood him, she helped him study, and more importantly, she cared for him. 

“Well, what are we learning tonight?” (Y/N) asked, her (E/C) eyes shining brightly. She cherished the time they spent together and she knew Chester would not stop assisting her until she mastered his techniques. (Y/N) loved his determination and it motivated her to improve every single day. 

“Well, it’s not going to be easy,” Chester disclosed, “But after this session, you’re going to be the best student in Defense Against the Dark Arts…” A sly smile grew on his lips, “After me, of course,” He shot her a wink before assuming his fighting position beside her, “Ready?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his comment, sticking her tongue out in response, earning another laugh from Chester. 

“I was born ready,” She replied confidently and he nodded in appreciation. Chester loved her confidence, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed working with her because no matter how difficult the situation became, she was always ready to learn and overcome it. 

On his call, the two began practicing the different spells they learned in class. Chester and (Y/N) lost track of the time as they practiced, but that was not unusual for them. The sound of their laughs and spells clashing with the dummies bounced off the walls of the garden as they engrossed themselves in their training. 

[delicrieux]

Hello! I'm a Ravenclaw and I was wondering if you could write a chester x ravenclaw mc fluff that involves amortentia? Perhaps they realize they like each other through experimenting with the potion, then from there they slowly accept their feelings and confess to each other? HAHAHA THANK YOU!!

HALLOWEEN WRITING CHALLENGE!🎃

day 16&17, word(s): a single candle & tarot cards

a/n: cute

September had melted into October quick, at the very least, quicker than you had expected. The last remnants of summer were blown away by the wind along with the pretty shades of greens and replaced by even prettier golds, oranges, and reds. The second month of Autumn always has this cosy feeling: sweaters, hot chocolates, cinnamon-apple tea, pumpkin pie. Though this comfort stirs curiosity of the Other, even if the Other is fully known to the magical world. And lovesicken teens often turn to Divination when desperately in need: scrying into crystal balls in the middle of the night with a single flickering candle, reading tea leaves with hopeful eyes, lastly pulling tarot cards with bated breath.

You had done all these, though not because of some want to know, but more like your friends were into it and you simply tagged along. Divination always appeared a bit silly to you and it is quite ironic that the crystal balls and cards and leaves spoke of you more than of your friends who were the ones that wanted to know their future the most.

“The Lovers!” Your friend gasps as she cradles the card, admires the pretty drawing on it; she then looks at you, “(Name), this is…Serious, like, serious, oh my days!”

“You’re so lucky… All I got is Five of Cups…And that was the best one…” Another chimes.

“Uhh…” You drawl, fidgeting, “What does…The Lovers mean, exactly?”

“It means love, dummy. Connection. Soulmate type stuff. The real deal.”

You wanted to believe them, you truly did, but you simply could not phantom how a single card drawn by an overly excited student can predict the ever changing future. You said nothing, though. Simply smiled and nodded along and let them had their fun.

-*-

Chester is not the person you would have expected to be working along with during Potions – he is the leader of your house, and he is your friend, and you respect him immensely, but to be sat beside him is perhaps too much pressure because he is very uptight. Though to your surprise he was nothing but kind, sparse of conversation but attentive and happy to help. He had not pointed at your flaws nor flaunted his perfection; simply assisted you when needed and vice versa.

The strangeness came when the lid of the Amortentia potion was lifted and the room heaved with heavy alluring scents. Enchanted you stared as the spiralling fumes, not quite catching what the Professor was saying. You tried to figure out what it was you smelled: sandalwood, parchment, ink, clean cotton… It reminded you faintly of your Common Room - it was familiar in that way, as if you had breathed it all a moment prior and thought nothing of it but now it had come to your attention and you could not help but let your heart beat so nervously.

Then the lid closed and the fumes dispersed and everyone sighed in relief. Only the scent did not disappear for you, it simply became faint, though still pleasant.Turning your head you had come to stare in horror – it was Chester. Your cheekshad bloomed with roses, and you had quickly looked away, pretending to be soimmersed with work little else mattered. During this, however, you failed tosee the longing glances he had sneaked, the secretive smiles he had shared, the proximity between you two that grew smaller and smaller.

It was a gradual climb, really. No sudden realization, no sudden stolen kiss. It was a slow process, but one that gave the both of you enough want to get to know the other and need to be together. And so when finally, on the day before Hallows Eve, the two of you had walked through Hogsmeade and laughed and talked and brushed hands as the wind blew through your hair he had proposed a question, and for the first time you heard fear in his voice. Fear of the unknown, fear of uncertainty. Along with it was hope, hope for a future with you, hope for achance for this love to blossom.

You had never been happier. You had never been more excited to say “I want to be with you”, nor have you been more anxious to be kissed. And when he did kiss you, with a sort of proud smirk on his lips, you had been anxious to be kissed again and again and again.

And on your way back to Hogwarts, your fingers intertwined, you had thought that Divination holds some truth to it after all.

the end.

[arishle]

Chester coat: D

It took me twice drawing Felix time to draw Chester but I love his chester coat style.

If you need a plot for this situation,

Uh,this is mine.

How about you got a fight,and you left him alone in your house,you said you need some fresh air and took the train for a trip,when you came home,you found he wait at train station :D.

With flowers 💐

I always enjoy Hindu pop love songs:)

This is what I hear when drawing this pic☺️😋.

And its lyric like poem or love letter 💌 told so straightly❤️ and strong.

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[peepeedrip]

you know what, i’ll honestly take any compliment you give me

[lara-kaminari]

Pumpkin Plant

Chester es meticuloso, calculador, le gusta tener todo en su lugar. Lamentablemente, la presencia de una chica conocida cambia todo lo establecido en su vida.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26500024/chapters/64583131

Pairings: Chester/MC, Felix/MC

Chapter 1: Pergamino de color rosa pastel.

La vida de Chester Davies solía ser tranquila, en lo que cabe. Tenía una vida organizada, meticulosa, con cada elemento en su lugar y eso le gustaba. No se privaba de ningún placer en particular, disfrutaba del alcohol como todos, el buen sexo y demás. Nada de eso interfería en sus deberes en la Oficina del Uso Incorrecto de la Magia en el Ministerio, era un excelente mago y su vida llevaba un rumbo excelente.

Hasta ese día.

Las señales estaban allí, debió sentirlo en el aire, en el murmullo de la gente. Es ahora cuando se pregunta: ¿Cómo pudo ser tan ciego? Pero su destino había sido sellado, como un sobre extraoficial repleto de sellos e indicaciones de tinta roja. Camina hasta su oficina, poco tendría que importarle los chismes de la oficina, ¿acaso no están allí para trabajar?

—Chester. —Llamó Félix, pasando su brazo sobre los hombros del chico.

—Rosier. —Respondió con una sonrisa.

—Te ves tranquilo, imagino que eres ajeno a las recientes noticias.

—¿Por qué debería tomarlas en cuenta?

—Te involucran.

Chester se detiene, Félix quita su brazo de encima y lo mira con una ceja levantada. Davies está experimentando una sensación nueva, es el terror y el odio recorriendo sus venas, ¿acaso los directivos han tomado una decisión respecto a su trabajo que no se le ha informado de antemano?

—No te despedirán. —Aseguró Félix.

—Serían unos tontos si lo hicieran.

—Pero es peor, mucho peor.

—Ve al punto, ¿será una reducción de sueldo? ¿tendré que hacer recortes en el personal? ¿el departamento recibirá menos presupuesto?

—La sorpresa está en tu oficina, yo no puedo involucrarme. —Respondió Félix, levantando sus hombros. —Soy un Auror, iré a hacer lo mío.

—Te odio.

—Escríbeme después.

Se mantuvo frío y servicial mientras caminaba en dirección a su oficina, no permitiría que un par de rumores tontos lo confundieran. Puede encargarse de lo que sea, es bueno negociando; tiene que pensar en eso cuando su mano toca la perilla de la puerta y la gira más lentamente de lo que le gustaría.

Allí está su jefe, ¿le preocupa? No, tienen buena relación. Chester ha demostrado ser uno de sus empleados más competentes en el departamento, ¿a qué le teme? Claro, a la otra presencia en la habitación. Es una mujer joven, tan joven que parece apenas haber terminado sus estudios en Hogwarts.

No es sólo la juventud lo que llama su atención porque, además de que reconoce a la chica, ella está vestida de una manera algo... Estrafalaria. El cabello recogido y poco ordenado está decorado con diminutas flores de todos los colores, su ropa pareciera haber sido escogida por un artista daltónico, ¿ese es su mejor intento por verse elegante? ¿por qué está usando tantos colores? ¿quién usa una falda larga con zapatillas acordonadas? Sólo ella, por supuesto. La única, la inigualable, la perfecta curse-breaker de Hogwarts.

—Davies, te presento a tu nueva compañera. —Anunció su jefe. —MC está aquí para servirte y ayudar en las tareas que puedas darle.

Chester parpadeó varias veces, intentando despertar de esa pesadilla.

—¿Puedo hablar con usted? Sólo un segundo, sin ella presente.

Gracias a Merlín que él aceptó, de cualquier manera, sentía que podía charlar aun con la chica allí porque ella parecía muy entretenida con los elementos del escritorio. ¿Acaso nadie le enseñó a mantener sus manos alejadas de las pertenencias ajenas? No, todo estará bien. Hablará con su jefe y llegará a un acuerdo satisfactorio.

—No la quiero aquí. —Dijo Chester rápidamente.

—Su padre tiene muchas influencias...

—Al diablo con su papi, ¿por qué no se va a otro departamento? Se viste como un maldito circo y arruinará nuestra imagen.

—Su padre la quiere trabajando aquí específicamente, ¿por qué no le pides a ella que te cuente la historia? La encontrarás hilarante.

—Amablemente solicito que...

—Es tarde, tendrás que acostumbrarte a su presencia.

Entonces... Sí, su destino ha sido marcado por una mujer indeseada. ¿Puede acostumbrarse al repentino cambio en su vida? Probablemente necesite mucho café y whisky de fuego, el suficiente para hundir los malos pensamientos. En tanto regresa a su oficina, se encarga de analizar cada detalle de la chica. ¿Por qué tuvo que ser MC? La conoce, o la conocía, fue su prefecto en Hogwarts y ella siempre se metía en problemas que le dificultaban la vida.

—Tiempo sin verte, Chester. —Dijo MC, jugueteando con sus collares de cuentas.

—“Señor Davies”, vamos a dejar ciertas pautas en claro.

—Claro, “Señor Davies”. —Corrigió MC con una risa divertida. —Supongo que te estarás preguntando por qué estoy aquí.

—Sería útil tener una explicación adecuada.

—Es una larga historia, ¿cómo te lo explico? —MC levantó sus piernas en la silla y las cruzó, provocando un gruñido molesto en su nuevo jefe. —Resulta que tengo dieciocho años y estoy en la edad ideal para casarme, ¿puedes creerlo? Es una especie de tradición familiar o algo así, entonces... Tengo que buscar un buen candidato y sé quién es el ideal, se lo comenté a mi padre y... Aquí estoy, intentando ganarme el corazón de quien podría ser mi nuevo esposo.

—No, no lo entiendo.

—Estoy enamorada de Félix Rosier, desde Hogwarts, así que estoy trabajando en el Ministerio para tener más posibilidades de conocerlo y que se enamore de mí o tendré que casarme con otro pretencioso pretendiente rico. —Explicó MC. —No era exactamente mi plan terminar en tu oficina, pero la vida trabaja de maneras misteriosas y sé que tú eres un buen amigo suyo.

—Lo que me estás diciendo es que hiciste una llamada rápida a papi para que cumpla tus caprichos y...

—Espera, espera, espera. —Interrumpió MC, agitando sus manos y creando un tintineo por el contacto de sus brazaletes. —No tengo esa clase de relación con mi padre, ¡estoy obligada a casarme! Así que, si estoy en esos términos, me gustaría que fuera con alguien que me guste.

—¿En serio crees tener una oportunidad con Félix Rosier? ¿Te has visto en el espejo? Él es uno de los sangre puras más aclamados, su familia forma parte de los Sagrado Veintiocho y la mayoría de las mujeres están detrás suyo por su fortuna abundante.

—No me interesa el dinero.

—Claro, tu papi debe darte el suficiente.

—De hecho, mi padre nunca me ha mantenido. —Confesó MC con simpleza. —Vivo sola con mi propio dinero, no tengo mucho y probablemente me echen a la calle en unos meses, pero...

—Excesivos detalles que nunca te pedí.

—¿Puedes ayudarme? Por favor. —Suplicó MC juntando sus cejas y haciendo una expresión de pena. —Sólo necesito conquistarlo y casarme con él, desapareceré de tu vida en cuanto todo haya terminado.

—Bien, te organizaré una cita con él y...

—¡Así no! Yo tengo que hacer el trabajo, tú sólo deberías darme la información correcta para que pueda acercarme.

—¿Es una maldita danza de apareamiento o qué? Nos llevará toda la vida.

—Lo lamento, son mis reglas. —Sentenció MC, cruzándose de brazos. —No quiero que Félix sepa aun sobre mis sentimientos hacia él, eso provocará un rechazo absoluto.

Chester suspiró hastiado, apenas esa mañana las estrellas estaban en perfecta posición, ¿qué es este peculiar desastre de la naturaleza? Comienza a hacer cálculos, es bueno haciendo cálculos, esta ardua tarea le llevará un par de simples meses y nada más que eso. Conoce a Félix, sus actividades, lo que le gusta y disgusta, será sencillo. Su vida volverá a la normalidad en cuanto ella se vaya lejos, entonces el equilibrio ecológico de su existencia se restaurará.

—De acuerdo, pero esto seguirá siendo una tarea del trabajo.

—Suena bien para mí.

Ella agitó su varita, en diagonal a su posición frente al escritorio de Chester, hizo aparecer su propia estación de trabajo. Una mesa con volados blancos, brillos en la tela que la cubría y plumas de colores chillones, incluso los pergaminos tenían un aniñado color rosa pastel. Chester se masajeó el puente de la nariz, suplicando a Merlín que su martirio acabara para volver a la agradable rutina que lo reconfortaba.

Si MC se queda en silencio, sólo escribiendo y atendiendo los tediosos archivos, puede acostumbrarse a su presencia. Entre tanto, se concentrará en mover los hilos que facilitarán un final a esa historia.

—Mira, dibujé un perrito. —Dijo MC, levantando su pergamino rosado con una sonrisa, enseñando su obra de arte.

Será más difícil de lo que pensó.

[domaslut]

The disappointment she went through, though… Was a evil mf perpetually angry and a sleep deprived mastermind too much to ask for?

[aria-xue]

oh look a redraw

@/Jamcity HOW COULD YOU RUIN SUCH A PRECIOUS BEAN.

Fight me

[joking-jester03]

RULES FOR REQUESTING

-I don’t do DDLG or kink writing.

-I will never write something that would be rated for 18+ readers. This means smut and heavy topics.

-heavy drinking and abusing substances is something I won’t write for.

-I won’t write eating disorder, yandere, heavy gore, abuse, severe depression, and suicide.

-Crack fics are allowed.

-never spam requests. If you want to ask if I got your request, that’s fine. But I won’t get to your request if you spam and be impatient.

-use common courtesy and sense.

-MENTIONS OF RAPE OR INCEST IS A NO.

-Be respectful and patient as I’ll try to get to every request as soon as possible.

Thank you for reading these, and have a good day. 💙

[wearegro0t-blog]

HPHM SHIPS

hey broskies, i’m gonna be doing hogwarts mystery ships, so send in your (or your MC’s)

- name

- age

- house

- personality

- appearance (height, stature, eye color, hair color, body shape, etc.)

- background/history (include as much as you want)

- if you prefer boys or girls (or if you’re fine with either)

And I’ll give you a ship! (your ~perfect match~) you can be shipped with :

- bill weasley

- charlie weasley

- barnaby lee

- nymphadora tonks

- penny haywood

- tulip karasu

- ben copper

- rowan khanna

- andre egwu

- felix rosier

- chester davies

- angelica cole

- jane court

- merula snyde

note: I’m not including Ismelda bc we don’t stan psychotic bullies here :)

soooo yay ships are open! send em in

[me-in-hogwarts-mystery]

Dream Come True - Felix Rosier x MC

Ship: Felix Rosier x Female!MC

Summary: It’s Felix and Y/N’s wedding day. What’s going on inside their heads?

Requested: Yes - “Hellooooo I have a request for felix/mc on their wedding day and how they both would feel and react to them finally going down the isle and all that fluffy shizz xx”

Warnings: None

“Do you think I’m ready for this?” Felix asked Chester as he inspected his looks in the mirror.

“You don’t need me to tell you that” Chester replied, smiling softly at his nervous friend, “Deep down, you know the answer to that question. Stop tormenting yourself”.

“I can’t help it. I so badly want her to be happy, but I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to give her such happiness”.

“You will. Now stop worrying and enjoy this day”.

The day of Y/N and Felix’s wedding had arrived. At first, when they’d set the date, it had seemed so far from then, and now it was there.

Felix had wanted his old friend Chester as his best man, and was now letting all his worries and fears out. The mirror gave him back his elegant figure, and conflicted expression.

“I’m sure she would be so angry at you if she saw you like this”.

“My family…”

“You are not your family” Chester stated, his tone firm and expression unchanging as he looked straight into Felix’s eyes, “I think she knows that pretty well. Why do you think she said yes when you proposed? She would have said no, she would have broken it off if she hadn’t been sure. She wants to spend her life with you, Felix Rosier. Get that into your head, breathe, and smile”.

~○~○~○~○~○~

Y/N was sitting in her living room, her white gown hugging her body, her hair perfectly styled, as she fiddled with her hands.

“Come on, you don’t want to walk to you husband-to-be with scratched hands, do you?” Penny inquired. She had been at Y/N’s side ever since the wedding preparations started. She had helped her choose the dress, the hairstyle, the make-up; everything had to be perfect.

“Do you think I’m going to handle it? The wedding, I mean. It’s… big”.

“I know. It’s a big deal and you’re going to be with him for life and you’re young, it seems so strange. I know. My mom talked about this all the time. But you truly do love him, don’t you?” Penny smiled softly.

“I do. I wouldn’t doubt that for a second”.

“Then where’s the problem? Everything is going to be fine”.

“I’m concerned about him. His mother has been giving him a hard time lately. And she won’t be here, and it’s horrible not having your parents on your side in such a day. He looked so… conflicted”.

“Y/N” Penny took her friend’s hands in hers, “Felix loves you. I know how hard it must have been for him to choose between love and family but if he has been with you all these years, if he proposed, ignoring their disapproval, that means he has made his choice. You are his family now, be sure to show him just how happy you are because of it. Show him that you love him, Y/N. And most importantly, just smile. That means so much already. Go down that aisle with your head high, and smile. Promise”.

“I promise” Y/N’s face lit up as she smiled.

“That’s how I want to see you there”.

~○~○~○~○~○~

Jacob had insisted on walking Y/N down the aisle on her special day. He looked as elegant as ever.

He gently took his sister’s hand as they walked into the church, smiling at her as she inhaled deeply and smiled back.

“Calm down” he murmured. Everyone was staring at her in her rich gown as she walked, slowly but confidently. It wasn’t easy to notice, but her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. Yet, it all stopped when she finally took Felix’s hand; she could only grin happily at his widened eyes and bright smile.

He just couldn’t understand how he got so lucky.

Y/N was beautiful as she walked towards him, and holding her hand as he did once she’d reached him felt like a once-in-a-lifetime privilege. And to think that in a few minutes, he would have been able to call her his wife.

“Treat her well” Jacob whispered as he let go of her hand.

Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare not to.

He felt as light as a feather as he heard her quiet laugh at her brother’s words.

Hearing their vows, half the people in the church cried tears of joy. When they finally sealed them with a kiss, it was then that everything changed.

Their dream had finally come true.

Penny was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, trying not to smear her make-up. Rowan was instead sobbing lightly, chuckling at herself, while beside her Tonks and Tulip were excitedly clapping at the couple. Behind them sat the whole Weasley family with a teary-eyed Molly standing out among them. Barnaby and Andre were next to Charlie, and a smiling Ben was lightly clapping from behind them. Next to Penny, in the front, was Chester, who was fighting back a few tears.

It was the start of something big, but they were not afraid anymore. Felix Rosier and Y/N L/N were now husband and wife. They had nothing to fear, because now neither was ever going to be alone.

[endlesssummerfun]

Midnight Confessions (Midnight Party Part 2)

Paring: Felix x Mc

Warnings: None I think!😊

Requested: No.

Other details: I really just made part one a drabble, but because of all the support I got I decided to make a second! Really, everyone is too kind, so I'll try to make this one longer. Oh and while I'm writing this I realized that I'm know obsessed with comas (sorry). Also used Google translate for French stuff. If someone speaks French please correct me.

Summary: It's the night when you and Felix confess your feelings, but what will happen when he leaves.

"What... what do you mean, 'my dear'?" I say with a trembling voice. "Lets go to the courtyard, no one will see us there." He looks at me with those brown, chestnut eyes and grabs my wrist. While we walk, all my skin is tingling with anticipation. I'm so nervous, not knowing what my prefect is going to say. When we finally make it to the courtyard, we go to lean our backs against a tree trunk. We stay there for a couple of seconds, neither of us knowing how to break the silence. "I mean... that I love you" I look up in curiosity, only to see him looking the other direction. "When you first started out I was only your prefect, always asking you about the house points. I knew you were the top of the school, but I thought it was the only way I could talk to you. But then you started searching for the cursed vaults. I tried to distract myself, but if something happened to you..." He tries to muffle a sob. " I couldn't stand the thought of losing you. I tried to get over you, tried to forget that I liked you because you're so young, but I couldn't."

He looks so hurt telling me about what happened. I grab his hand, hoping he won't pull away. He squeezes my hand and continues talking. "Tonight, I decided I was going to kiss your cheek, no matter the cost. I found the perfect chance, but then you accidentally kissed me. I... I realized that I wanted you in my life, but you're young. I don't want to take your youth way, mon amour. I will always remember how you kissed me, but you should move on. I prefer breaking my own heart to keep yours whole." He turns around seeing tears running down my cheek. He reaches over my shoulders and pulls me into his chest. "Oh, mon amour, je suis tellement désolé. Je suis vraiment désolé. Ne pleure pas, mon cher, ne pleure plus." He whispers as a few tears of his own fall. "I don't want you to leave Felix, I want you to stay." I whisper into his chest. We stay hugging for a couple minutes, not needing to speak to know what we're thinking. He runs a hand through my back, carefully and calmly as I try to stop crying.

"Felix, I know I'm young, but I know no one will make feel the way you have. Each day I woke up hoping I could talk to you, see you, at least make you smile. And yes I'm too young to be in a relationship, but... I know I love you, and no other man will make me feel this way. Je t'aimerai toujours, s'il vous plaît ne vont pas." I cry harder in his chest as he wraps his arms harder against me. "I love you too, my dear." He puts a hand on my cheek, to wipe my tears away. I look into his eyes that are filled with adoration and sorrow. He grabs my face and pushes his lips into mine, letting all the hurt and passion flow. The energy goes wild abound us as we kiss as if it was our first and last time. We gasp for air, still holding one another not wanting to let go. "I never want... to leave you, mon amour. But... we should start going back. I'm the prefect after all." He looks at me I if I was the only thing keeping him on earth. All of a sudden I feel myself being in someone's wrong arms. "Relax, my dear, well be back in the common room before you know it." That's the last thing I heard that day.

-//-//-//-

"All aboard!" says the conductor of the train. It's the day Felix has to go, a chilly one I might add. But I don't mind, all I feel that the love of my life is going away forever. I feel someone wrap their arms around my waist and kiss my cheek. "Do you really have to go?" I asked knowing what the answer is. "Yes, my dear, I'm sorry." "Felix, you're going to be late to the train!" the Ravenclaw prefect says. "One moment! Mc, I love you so much, don't forget that. I'll try to write every day. I am, mph-- " I cut him off, slamming my lips to his. I feel him deepen it, but then pull out. "I'll see you soon, mon amour." He throws his cloak over me and runs off. "I hope so, Felix, I hope so," I whisper to myself when the train finally pulls away.

Part 3???

Tag List: (If you want to be added please tell me!) @aceslytherin @felixrosierx @karenmissa @ilovehisblueeyes825 @im-on-blue @penquinsarecool @sungoddessra @wispila

[peepeedrip]

yes merula, you finally get what you fuckign deser- PENNY WHAT DID YOU DO

[rock-n-roll-refugee]

Felix: Comment dites-vous “une chaussure” en anglais?

Mc: A shoe?

Felix: À tes souhaits

Mc:

Inspired by @khaki-da ‘s post