#the j.k. au

[dazesanddoodles]

silly false realities are so fun to frolic in

[nightingale2004]

Question for snape fandom

What would Severus be like if he was sorted in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin?

How different would his life be? Would he and Lily still be friends? Would the death eaters recruit him? What would his house life be like in hogwarts? Would he have more friends?

We need to ask these questions

[meganlpie]

Marks

Based on this request:  I know it’s your bday, but I would die for the gift of a Snape Soulmate AU from you!! Please! Maybe one where soulmates can see everything written on their soulmate’s skin…everything so the reader ends up with the dark mark even though she’s a Muggle or at least Muggle-born? (I also would be interested in reading your Horvath Soulmate AU)

Here you are! *I do not own ANY HP characters, unfortunately. They are the property of Rowling.* 

Warnings: Angst...just angst. (Just remember, you lovelies voted for this). Mentions of magical violence, blood, injury, and death.

Pairings: Severus Snape x fem!reader(sort of. Can also be read as gn!reader)

The day the mark appeared on your skin, you were confused. All the years you could have seen marks on your skin, this was the first one your soulmate had done himself. You weren't sure how you knew, but you were certain the various bruises and scars along your soulmate's body did not come from them. So this mark, this tattoo, was a surprise that sent shivers down your spine.

         The Dark Mark was known to all people in the wizarding world, even Muggle-born witches like you. The mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The mark his followers were branded with. And your soulmate was one of them. It broke your heart for them, whoever they were. You hated that fate was cruel as to decide that every mark your soulmate made or received on their skin showed up…every mark except for names.

         That didn't stop you from spending many evenings writing to your soulmate. You were grateful to your parents for supplying you with Muggle pens in addition to your quills. Quills hurt if you write on yourself with them. You would use those to write to your soulmate. Not that they ever wrote back. You never knew, but you hoped that whoever they were would know that you were there for them whenever they were ready to finally meet. It wasn't until you were fully grown and the wizarding world was in danger from a resurrected Voldemort that you FINALLY learned who your soulmate was.

         You were fighting against the Death Eaters that had invaded Hogwarts when you felt something on your neck. Unlike all your other soulmate marks, this one hurt. It almost felt like fire under your skin and you could feel the blood dripping down your neck. Your heart began pounding against your rib cage. Where was your soulmate? What had happened to them?

         You were so distracted for a moment that you almost got yourself hurt. Luckily for you, you had Molly Weasley near you. She was a great friend who looked out for others. You gave her a smile before you rushed off. The chances were good that your soulmate was here, in the school, or just outside it. If that was true, you needed to find them before it was too late.

         You ran through the collapsing school, taking down Death Eaters as you went. Part of you expected to fall down in pain yourself when you hit one. Your soulmate had the Dark Mark after all. But you hadn't received another mark since the one on your neck. Either your soulmate had gotten to safety or they were…no you couldn't think that way. Not yet.

         High and low you search to no avail. There was no sign of anyone else with a neck injury. After a while, you gave up. The Death Eaters disappeared from the school, at least for the time being. You sank to the ground, your head in your hands. You sat there fighting back tears until you felt someone reaching out to touch your neck. "Don't bother," you muttered, "It's from my soulmate."

         "Your soulmate, Professor?" You recognized the voice of Hermione Granger. You glanced up at her with a tired smile. It did your heart good to see her alive and somewhat well. "Yes." Her brows furrowed and she frowned. "Your soulmate was Professor Snape?"

         Your eyes widened. "S-Severus? Why do you think that?" you asked. Hermione explained what she and her two best friends had seen. "I think it might be too late," she whispered. You shook your head before jumping up. You needed to get to him. If you could save him, you had to at least try. "Hold on, Severus," you pleaded softly, "Please, hold on."

         As you ran, Severus was the only thing on your mind. You couldn't believe it. You'd been going to school and then working near him for years. How had you never figured out what he was to you? Had he known? You really couldn't complain. While you weren't the closest two people could be, Severus didn't seem to despise you the way he did most other people. You couldn't have been mated to someone much, much worse. The chance for love to grow was there. Fate had paired you together for a reason, right?

         You burst into the boat house, your eyes easily finding the slumped over form of your soulmate. "Severus," you breathed out. You ran to him, once again sinking to your knees. You noticed the dried blood on his neck and the tear stains on his cheek. "Oh, Severus." He took a ragged breath as you pulled out your wand to at least try to help.

         Severus's hand came up for a moment before it fell to the floor again. "Don't," came the strangled groan from his lips. "It's too late." You shook your head. Tears began pricking your eyes again. "No. I don't believe that. There has to be something." Severus lazily moved his head in a "no" motion. "The venom has already spread. There's no time."

         You sniffled. "What can I do?" He let out a choked chuckle. "You have done enough." You gave him a look and he gestured to his sleeve. With as much care as possible, you rolled up the sleeve and let the tears finally fall. "Be safe, Soulmate. I expect to meet you when this is over." The words you'd written before the start of the battle were still there.

         "Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me what I needed all these years. Thank you for giving me hope." You smiled up at him as the light left his eyes. "Severus?" you squeaked. No response. "S-Severus, please." Still nothing. You knew nothing could change that. With a shaking hand, you reached over and closed his eyes.

         He was gone. You let yourself cry, your shoulders shaking with your sobs. Your soulmate was ripped from you unfairly and there was nothing you could do. Severus Snape: Slytherin, Professor, Death Eater, Headmaster, Soulmate. Whoever he once was to the world was no more. Stories would live on, but Severus wouldn't. He had left you with nothing but your memories and one final mark. A mark on your soul that would never fade and would hurt forever.

(a/n: I hope you like it! It hurt me to write.)

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[mastrogepetto]

Some time ago, I found a post by galactic-dragoness about a Sly Cooper Coffee Shop AU where, as the name suggests, the titular gang decide to open a coffee shop to use as their base of operations in between heists as they go after the Fiendish Five.

And like most things she's posted both on tumblr and on AO3, she's put enough spin on the idea that I would be interested in reading such an AU. Not so much for the coffee shop setting itself, but the double life aspects Sly would have to balance in order to pull it off, and all the wonderful ways it can (and will) fall apart all around him. Carmelita finding out that the charming and handsome coffee shop owner she's been dating is none other than the Ringtail she's been hunting across the continent, the strain on Sly's and Bentley's relationship as the former starts considering a life outside thievery and the latter's feelings of betrayal, Clockwerk burning the cafe down because he's just that petty. There's a lot of potential here.

And since I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing again, I want to try my hand at this idea. So far, I have decided upon the following:

•Sly was inspired by Roichi's sushi shop and the stories his father would regale him with about the ninja that would sell sushi by day and steal from the shogun at night.

•Bentley is the most against the idea, because of the paperwork that would be involved and the potential drain on their time and resources the shop could pose. He relents, so long that Sly agrees to play by the rules he sets, like fake names, wearing a snowboard mask and goggles while on the job, the whole shebang.

•Murray is all for the idea of the cafe, partially because he wants to feel useful to the gang beyond just driving them places, partially because he wants to make it the home for his best friends that the orphanage never was. And although home is where your family is, the concept of safe houses always seemed too cold and impersonal for him.

•Sly and the gang start running proper heists from the ripe age of 15, dancing around the orphanage's schedules and hiding their money in an oak tree.

•Naming the shop proves almost as challenging as opening the damned thing.

•Sly keeps suggesting self-indulgent names like "Maître Voleur" et cetera.

•Bentley's suggestions are drier than flour. He doesn't get the point of atmosphere.

•Murray's suggestions are an overly long gag. I.e. he picks ridiculously long names that just wouldn't fit on any reasonable sign. His star suggestion is "Le petit café élégant et convivial aux délicieuses pâtisseries tenu par un raton laveur, une tortue et un hippopotame". It's one of the short ones.

•Eventually, they settle on "La pie en fût". The Casked Magpie. Or Cooper Thief, as Bentley interprets it. He believes that Sly is being coy again, but finds the name inoffensive enough that he lets it slide.

•Sly lets him believe that.

•They set shop somewhere along the Seine river, a short walk away from Interpol's headquarters. They hope to take advantage of the rumour mill and keep an ear open for potential heists or the fiendish five, since Interpol is still in the process of digitising and a lot of this information is still physical.

•This makes them targets for our favourite marine iguana, Dimitri Lousteau, since he had set eyes on the location for his own franchises for similar reasons. He sends goons to coerce the gang to sell him the shop first chance he gets.

•Enter Carmelita Fox. She drives the thugs away with her badge and attitude from what she assumes to be an everyday protection scheme. She meets the gang and assumes they are nothing more than a bunch of 18 year olds trying to start a business.

•Sly introduces himself as Sylvester Raton-laveur, but tells Carmelita to call him Sly.

•Bentley strangles Sly with his bare hands.

•Dimitri doesn't stop going after the shop. However, he not only realizes that he and Sly are cut from the same cloth, but that Sly is actually a Cooper. He decides to take advantage of the situation. In exchange of running the shop whenever the gang are on their little "business trips", Sly will run some jobs for Dimitri, maybe share some of the things he learns from his customers. On threat of course of revealing his operation to Interpol and blowing the whole thing sky high.

•Each of the Fiendish Five have stolen a portion of the book pertaining to their themes and interests.

•Raleigh stole the parts with the gadgets the Coopers used. Otto van Cooper's designs, Bruce O'Coop's computer science, Thaddeus's diatribes on the art of disguise and so on. Tips on basic thievery are also here.

•Muggshot stole the movement techniques. Rioichi's and Tennesse's techniques, the roll, the dive et cetera. He also purchased Slaigh McCooper's secrets to tapping into hysterical strength from the Panda King. (Infuriating Sly to no end that they would trade his heritage between themselves like baseball cards.)

•Mz. Ruby took the more mystical arts, like Invisibility and attracting coins to oneself. She has the smallest share of the Thievious Raccoonus, because Clockwerk took the parts with the real juice in them.

•The Panda King's portion deals with advanced techniques that precisely control one's mind and body. Using your fur's static electricity, accelerating and decelerating one's perception of time, controlling your body's temperature, your heartbeat, tapping into hysterical strength et cetera.

•Clockwerk stole the best parts of the book. Defying gravity, slowing and stopping time, deflecting fire, controlling the trajectory of projectiles after they have been fired and finally, teleportation. (Only a couple of feet though.) Everything that tilted the game too much in the Cooper's favour.

•Proud bastard that he is, Clockwerk never uses any of the book's techniques. After all, he is already perfect.

•His feud with the Coopers started before Slytunkhamen's time, during the Sumerian civilization's time. The son of florists, Clockwerk was an ambitious young man who wanted to become immortal through his legacy. When the gods took fire from mortals and threatened to turn them all into mindless beasts, Clockwerk was among those who made the journey for their abode to steal it back. He was the people's favourite, because he was large, strong and could fly. The winds were too cold and violent even for him though, so he failed like the rest.

•The one to succeed was his family's slave, a cooper that didn't even have the dignity of a name. He climbed the mountain, stole the fire by hiding it in a jar and brought it back to mortals.

•He didn't succeed on his first try, but every time he made the journey, he brought back survivors, among whom was Clockwerk himself.

•Hailed a hero, the nameless cooper was given freedom and a name. Although the name was lost to the annals of history, he is remembered to the present day through the myth of Prometheus and the general concept of the noble thief that steals from the rich and gives to the poor.

•Clockwerk grew to resent the first Cooper. He tried to outshine him by stealing treasures and artifacts, to prove himself the superior thief. Nothing he did seemed to measure up. His hatred reached a breaking point at the Cooper's funeral, who had lived a full life and was surrounded by friends and a large family, while all Clockwerk had to show for his life was an endless string of failures. He killed the Cooper's eldest son and ate his heart and liver. That failed to satiate his hatred though. The rest is history.

•Clockwerk managed to preserve himself through hatred alone, but his constant clashes with the Coopers took its toll over the centuries, leaving him a patchwork of scars. Until Slaigh McCooper knocked him out of the sky and tore his wing off, Clockwerk was fully organic.

Of course, this isn't everything I have in mind for the story. For example, I'm thinking of turning Mz. Ruby's stage into a genius loci of sorts that reflects the psyche of whoever it deems holds the reigns, mainly to explain away why the resident voodoo lady lives in a giant voodoo crocodile skull swamp. It could be a good opportunity for exposition. Sly sneaks in and confronts Mz. Ruby but loses the fight because of the invisibility she stole. She taunts him for burying his emotions beneath the thin veneer of a gentleman thief and throws a violin at him so that he can express himself (to mock him of course). Sly takes her up on the offer and boom, suddenly the whole swamp is a scorching vortex of fire, because of course the Fiendish Five burned his house down on top of everything else, leaving Mz. Ruby running for the hills with her hair on fire, Sly trapped and Carmelita having to rescue Sly from his own psyche. Maybe get a glimpse of the night of his parents' murder and start putting the pieces together about Sly's true identity.

I'm not too married to this particular idea just yet. Although Sly's lies will have to start to unravel eventually, with the Panda King providing the final nail in the coffin.

At the same time, I want Barkley to have a more prominent role in the story. Sow the seeds of doubt in Carmelita about how truthful Sly is being with her while quietly opening an investigation on the cafeteria shop owner that so happens to be the spitting image of Connor Cooper. (Until he can convince her though, everyone thinks Barkley is being racist. Or specist.)

(Whatever he is being, HR will have words with him over it.)

(Even if he is 100% correct.)

[boxwinebaddie]

Does Curb have classic orange cat behavior?

oh, 100%, bestie.

big gay kirby broflovski garcia villanueva is the CEO of orange cat audacity and misbehavior, my friends! ( the gov name is so real omg )

who, okay, origin story: curb actually has a little stump tail bc he was abandoned as little itty bitty baby kitty, to try and stay warm, climbed into lady's interior and WOULD HAVE DIED when bebe started the car to go get groceries if kyle hadn't felt A Disturbance in the force or swore he could hear a tiny wailing sound coming from the engine area when the gears started to move and quite licherally??

Saved Curbs Life by pulling him out of the engine at the very last second. i also think kyles pep version of being deranged dr!kyle is that he did a crazy roadside amputation of curbs fucked up tail for the bleeding which i do think ravenstan wld think is hot...btw...smh.

his tail, obviously, didn't make it...but kirby Did make a full recovery. :)

after that, weird al adopted curb in with his other lil lgbt rescue cattos but adopted is a loose term because curb...Belongs to the Streets, like he gets out every goddamn day, kyle actually calls him Gutter because of how many times he's found curb in the storm drain, happily eating trash. he's def fought several raccoons. And Won.

speaking of eating trash though: i think the kirby name came from the fact that CURB EATS LITERALLY ANYTHING. like you really have to watch his ass because he is super food motivated and also loves attention and if you are not giving it to him ( love or food ), he will start doing absolute Fuck Shit for attention. like he's eaten oil pastels, moldly pizza crusts, so much dust off the windows, dryer lint, etc.

THE WORST WAS!!!! okay, one time after halloween CURB ATE MULTIPLE GLOW STICKS like not just one...BUT A LOT OF THEM!!!

and kyle!!!!!!! MEAN SCARY NASTY JEW JERSEY KYLE MATTHEW BROFLOVSKI CRIED!!!!! and i mean cried and cradled curb all the way to the vet like when i tell you he was Scared :((( and kyle was just like yelling at everyone for being stupid and leaving shit on the floor but it was just because he was actually Devastated, i'm ;-;;;; </3

kyle literally did not sleep for Days while he recovered omg when they told the blondies haus tht curb was going to live, they threw a RAGER also kyle was like ugh whatever who cares its just some Stupid Cat, literally shaking so hard w/ his eyes fucking blood shot from sobbing.

LIKE KYLE ////LOVES/// THAT CAT!!!! jersey talks so much shit bc he is evil and dramatic but then!!!! so is curb!!! hes also very cute and fluffy and orange and has almost no tail!!! AND has beautiful stanley marsh silver blue grey moonlight eyes!!!! so kyle Had to save him.

and actually the car seems like the craziest place kyles saved curb from but actually one time, the idiot carpenter guys at kyles apartment patched up their bathroom wall AND DIDNT NOTICE THAT CURB GOT IN BEHIND IT, so kyle fucking rebroke their wall and they were too broke to fix it so now there's just a hole in the wall from when curb got stuck in there ( there's a tweek painting over it. )

smh who is jersey if not disappointed deadpan dad that said No Pets who accidentally got emotionally attached and invested in an animal?

WHICH idk if y'all remember this, but throwback to that Ma Look There's This Weird Cat Outside video like i swear to god that man in that video is just jersey kyle and the other cat is prolly blossom ( kyle do be watching the cats for al because he's always home bc he hates people/is studying ) who is super nice <3 & not a menace like curb <3

who is literally so fucking mean to everyone...Even Kyle...

well...everyone except...

Ravenstan ;)

WHICH IS SOOOOO FUNNY TO MEEEEE!!!! when i tell you stan's voice is so beautiful and melodic that just the frequency of it calms even the most feral of beasts down ( i am looking at u jerseykyle... )

I REALLY MEAN THAT like curb is nasty!!! he will bite the fuck out of u! but not raven!! like curb has only ever purred a couple times and almost all of them have been when crimson dawns music has played.

curb will stop eating trash when ravens interviews are on...its that srs.

he is kyles little menace demon from hell but he is stans lil angel istg WHEN I TELL YOU THAT EVIL LITTLE CAT IS ON HIS BEST FKN BEHAVIOR WHEN STANLEY MARSH IS AROUND LIKE ITS SHLKDS and stan eats it up -- or lovingly threatens to and calls him cute lil spanish nicknames, usually tamarind candy related ones and gives him 7309734 kisses doing the baby voice and kyle is so MAD!!! bc i literally raised u bitch!!! like raven might b a crimson red flag but curb immediately falling in love with stan is like the greenest possible flag.

which tracks...for my emo eco king <3 Thank You Very Much!

but like speaking of him and kyle and them being in love or hate, i feel like when they actually start dating kyle like adopt adopts curb from al and he is just Raveseys Son -- jimmy put him in a crimson dawn teeshirt and it went viral; it was so good. there's a lot of curb memes. i swear stan has put him in one of those baby harnesses smhhhhh.

kyle is also allergic to affection and sometimes on the phone is like idk, come over or dont!! i dont care! The Cat Misses You or Whateva

GAAAAAAAY!!!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE KYLE BROFLOVSKI!!!

A DAWN SPAWN!! A RAVEN-STAN, IF YOU WILL, UR DISHONOR!!!!!

the cat is out of the bag and is prolly curled up in also in said ravenstans comfy, cinnamon-scented, lead singer siren boy lap,

live, laugh, loving life, Babey. <3

like honestly even before they were dating, i bet you anything that kyle was like uh look so the cat is acting kind of sad and weird and i dont really give a shit or anything but u for whatever fucked up reason he seems to like you so will you come see him or something?

or like....uh i have a pet question...maybe you could come over and answer it...OR DONT I DONT CARE LOL!!!! ANYWAYS!!! CHOKE! butyoushoudlcomeseemeimeanhimimean--

smh.....SMH!!! also unrelated but after the wall thing and a series of misfortunate apartment maintenance situations, the blondies citizens do Not fuck w handimen but uhhhhh thats okay because Everyone fucks with utilizing their local Ravenstandiman in the white tank top low rise jeans toolshed cosplay w/ backwards hat.

its free and by that i mean its a free show, especially if ur everyone else watching stan ask kyle to hand him tools and kyle dropping everything and drooling and alot and having a -343743 iq...amazing.

i did write an nsfw hc abt it and i am going to jail, don't worry! i know!

needless to stay! curb does supervise! he is always excited 2 see Dad. especially when he's been on tour for a long time <3

allegedely someone else is also excited.

but for legal reasons,

...i can not say Who. ;)

-uncle nina, inventor of sp side characters and weird aus

[cheegu3]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

genre > yandere, royal au, one-shot

pairing > prince!j.k x f.m reader

wc > 3.7k

warnings > yandere themes, murder, blood, sadism, asshole jk, inaccurate depictions of trials, mentions of rape, classism, corruption

summary > In the country where justice was the center of everything, things seemed a bit different when it came to the royal family. The prince had never been taken down before successfully, do you dare try although others have failed?

You stared up at the palace in front, stretching as far as your eyes could go and covering the sky above with its height. Perhaps its size was intentional; intimidating those that were contemplating going up the wide steps.

It could be the reason why many didn't dare do what you were about to do - demand a trial against a royal family member.

It could be the reason why many didn't dare do what you were about to do - demand a trial against a royal family member.

It could be the reason why many didn't dare do what you were about to do - demand a trial against a royal family member.

Your country took pride in being a just society. More justice is served here than any other land, they'd boast. If you demanded a trial, no matter how big or small the concern was, you'd be granted one as that was your right.

But even though the fair state made no exceptions for the royal family or anyone being upperclass or otherwise '' more important '' people - very few dared bring the royals to court.

It may be more because of the way that they are. Royals were usually charming, either loved or admired by the people. Although that was obtained by manipulation, it was a fact no one could argue.

The Jeon family were different from other royals however. They were honest in all of their feelings, wether they were good or bad ones. There was no room for sugarcoating and they were therefor pretty disliked but well respected.

A cold, almost sinister or dark aura seemed to follow them whenever any of their members were seen - even more so when they were together.

The king and queen had two sons, Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Wonwoo. Both had beautiful faces and tall physiques, fit for a prince. But the younger of the two brothers, seemed to be the worst.

He was a loose cannon in the family. Committing several crimes such as murder, arson, kidnapping, torture and genocide - rightfully earning him nicknames like '' the psycho prince '' or '' the dark knight''.

Since almost no commoner dared take the royal family to court - he was left to do whatever he wanted. The ones that had been brave enough to try it after they had gotten their loved ones murdered, all for some fun for the little prince, had lost every single time.

For being such a fair country in theory, it was far from it when it came to the court and the family. They were the ones ruling it, making the judgements very biased when it was a case against their own kind.

You had been at a handful of public trials before, and it was brutal. One time a poor man had tried taking on the Jeon Jungkook after he pillaged a town and murdered all the kids there.

And the psycho smiled right at him, confidence and arrogance radiating in his oddly innocent looking bambi eyes, a feature of stark contrast to his real personality.

No lawyer, and the prince still won in the end. That's how they work. Yet even for the more complex cases when they'd need one, they would hire a family friend and win anyway.

You knew all this as you walked the steps with your head held high. You knew it but you had lost everything to him, and you were going to make him pay, being the first to do so - even if it meant dying in the process. Because you had nothing to lose after all.

The grand doors swung open just as your hand hovered near the handle. A man in his 60s stepped out and gave you an empty look, his face void of any emotions.

He must be from the royal family

You mustered up a polite smile, trying to look composed, despite feeling anything but at that moment.

'' We're closed '' he muttered tight-lipped and glared at you.

'' I know, sir. But I will be quick '' you gave him another smile and batted your eyelashes, trying to feign an expression of innocence.

You weren't sure how you'd react if he rejected your judgement proposal. But you had a feeling you might lunge at him as rage had already started to form upon realising he was from the same family as the boy you hated the most.

He sighed deeply and swung the door open again, disappearing without looking back. You hurriedly ran after, almost getting hit by the door because of the force he swung it open with.

It had to be quick, and you couldn't irritate him further or else he'd reject you immediately.

'' Sit '' he beckoned towards a chair beneath the high table he was now standing at in his office.

'' I'd like to request a judgement '' you blurted out, as soon as you sunk down on the cushion.

'' For? ''

You hesitated for a moment, it was hard to believe you were actually going through with this. Some had been sentenced to death before doing exactly this, due to '' false accusations '', and that could very well be you soon.

'' Eh...the prince '' his eyebrows raised '' Sir '' you added, swallowing your anxiety.

'' Very well '' the man muttered, engrossed in some kind of book he had in front of him.

'' I'll schedule it. But I must ask, are you aware of how hard it is to win against the prince? ''

You furrowed your brows in surprise. Since he was a part of the prestigious family himself, he surely wouldn't admit to there being foul-play involved in the trials with the royal family, right? Or maybe he was trying to warn you subtly of not wasting their time, due to the slim chances of winning.

Either way, you nodded. The passion of hate burning within and making you appear confident. He only scoffed at your newfound confidence. It was laughable to him since he knew you'd lose, without a doubt - everyone did after all, why should you be any different?

'' Very well '' he said again, but this time with a slight sigh.

The man threw the paper towards your direction and you carefully picked it up into your hands. It was just a document stating that you had demanded a trial and the date it would take place, a week from now.

That's plenty of time to make a good case

Since you were poor, you couldn't afford a lawyer and the city didn't give out public defenders - everyone had to fend for themselves, which probably contributed to the royal family's win-streak.

Even the rich didn't dare take on the family. It was always those with nothing to lose that tried their luck, expecting the outcome to be different than those that tried it before, and you were no different.

'' Now, begone. I've got better things to do ''

'' Thank you '' you said and left, mind racing with all the arguments you could come up with.

*******

You didn't shy away from the piercing glares from the stands in front of you as you took in every word the judge was saying.

She had just introduced the case, what its circumstances were and the other judges behind her. You only quickly glanced at them, their matching features telling you that they were all part of the royal family.

That's all you needed to know to make the judgement that they would be very partial. But that didn't bother you because it was a public trial.

You had specifically asked for it, so you knew some people could still be on your side. Therefor you paid the stand with the commoners more attention as you gave them a polite smile.

'' Jeon Jungkook, please come up to the podium ''

Your eyes followed the crowd to find the young man in the middle of the royals' stand. He looked just as surprised as the rest. You almost rolled your eyes visibly at the realisation that the family loved theatrics and had probably refrained from mentioning who the accused was, until the very end - for the ultimate dramatical effect.

The prince still got on his feet and walked up to the podium as he was told, he only spared you a stoic look, signature of the Jeon's.

But you weren't scared, even as the male took his place next to you and towered over you; his narrowed eyes on you when you spoke.

'' I accuse the Jeon Jungkook of the murder of my father '' you hesitantly looked down at your notes, the next part was kind of an improvisation just to further add to the length of his imprisonment that you were hoping for.

'' And mass killing of the Village of the West, where I reside in ''

A few gasps erupted from the crowd and you could hear a chuckle to your right. All eyes were on you right now, and it was impossible to not feel it.

'' On the night of January 24th, the man next to me galloped in with his horse straight into my town. His men plundered the houses, and-'' you swallowed thickly, voice starting to shake from the memories of the screams ''-And raped them, while Jungkook did nothing to stop them. He was busy murdering the many innocent civilians for fun ''

The accused only hummed next to you, arrogance evident in his tone. But you refused to let it affect you - everything in your delivery had to be perfect, otherwise you'd lose this case and be sentenced to death like all the others.

'' I begged him '' you did as you had practiced, pressing the tears out as a pained expression overtook your features.

The prince watched you in awe, a slight sarcastic smirk on his face.

You were different from the others, weren't you?

'' I-I tried to stop him, but he didn't want to listen- '' you wiped the tears tactfully away from your stained face.

'' I could only watch as the blood ran out of his body, until it was cold. I held him until he took his last breath ''

You shook your head.

'' This country prides itself on its fairness. But what justice is it if the murderer of my father gets set free? Shouldn't he suffer, as I have suffered? ''

Your glossy eyes darted towards the commoners' stand, trying your best to beg without audibly saying it. Then they briefly brushed over the royal family's stand too, although they looked less sympathetic.

'' Do you have witnesses? '' the judge asked, looking rather bored by the whole thing, like she had better things to do.

'' Yes, ma'am '' you nodded, enthustiacally.

The doors' to the witnesses' quarters were opened and out came a shy looking boy, around the same age as you. Behind him was his father, following him closely while staring at the ground.

They took their place at the witnesses' stand and you let out a breath of relief, half expecting them to not show up as you had predicted the royal family of paying the witnesses off.

You smiled at them now, feeling more confident than ever that you'd win this case.

'' Where were you on the night of January 24th? '' you asked.

The father nudged the soon forward, urging him to speak.

'' Uh...I was at my home. In the Village of the South, ma'am ''

'' And, what did you see? ''

The boy's eyes seemed to flick momentarily towards the savage man next to you in fear. Maybe he was scared he would get targeted if he spoke out against Jungkook but you had already anticipated that, having watched many trials the prince had been in before - so you softly called out the boy's name again to get him to focus on you, an encouraging smile adorning your face.

'' I was on my way back from the Village of the West. I always go there to pick berries, and I heard a lot of screaming as I had turned my back towards the village. When I went back to investigate, I saw men dressed in royal clothing, plunging their swords into the civilians or entering the houses ''

The crowd murmured, and some shouted out in anger, claiming the boy was lying. You tried to catch his eyes again, drowning out the people and he seemed to understand, he gave you a sad smile while grimacing as the crowd got louder.

'' Are you sure of this? '' the judge said, after slamming her gavel to get the courtroom to be quiet.

'' Yes, and I'm not the only one '' he said, shuffling so his father could get up to the podium.

'' I met my son halfway as the screams could be heard all the way to our village. Us two and more, went in a group to investigate and we saw the same thing my son just described ''

He gestured towards the stand were two gentlemen got on their feet and confirmed they were a part of the group.

When they were seated again, the courtroom was eerily silent. The royals seemed to cast worried glances at each other while the commoners looked at the accused with disgust.

Despite feeling his eyes on you, trying to maybe persuade you with his charm and puppy-like eyes - you refused to look at him until the very end of the trial, when you'd hope he would be taken away.

You knew of his ways and his famous charm. That's how he got away with most things; pretty privilege to its finest.

'' The court will take a brief, five minute break '' the judge said.

You didn't fail to notice how her eyes said something unspoken to Jungkook, and not long after you saw how he disappeared somewhere along with her and his parents.

Those five minutes felt more like a few hours. In the meantime you tried to ignore the stares from the rest of the royal family, assessing you from head to toe.

But thankfully it didn't last too long, some doors to the side swung open exactly as five minutes had passed. You made the mistake of looking, at the judge and then at you opponent who smirked confidently at you.

He took his place next to you again and the judge went up to the front. An unreadable expression was on her face, one that sent unexplainable shivers down your spine.

'' The judgement has been finalised '' she announced.

The murmur from the crowed started again and you couldn't help but murmur to yourself as well. You felt a bit puzzled. Only you had presented your side, yet there was a verdict? This couldn't be good news.

You felt his eyes on you again as you bit the inside on your cheek, basically holding your breath while listening to the judge's next words carefully.

'' The court has found Jeon Jungkook guilty of the murder of Miss. y/n's father ''

You released a breath of relief, a disbelieved laugh slipping out.

'' He has been judged to serve two years in prison ''

You closed your eyes as the tears started streaming down your face and you prayed a thousand times, thanking whatever deity might be up there for their help in this historical moment.

Your hands gripped the corners of the stand while you kept sobbing when you were embraced by the goodhearted witnesses.

Raising your head, you looked at them, smiling while your vision was blurred with tears. It had all been possible thanks to them, because they had refused to be bribed by the royal family's money and had decided to stand by your side instead.

You thanked them as well. There were probably not enough good deeds you could do in this lifetime to repay them though. But you knew you would try your very best to do so; until your very last breath, you'd be at their service.

If there were any insults thrown your way, you didn't hear them. All you could think about was how your father would be so immensely proud of you.

You were escorted out of the court with your newfound friends by your side, and you of course failed to notice the pair of eyes following you all the way out.

There was only euphoria coursing through you, and it would probably remain that way for the rest of the day.

Your friends walked you all the way to your home and you said your goodbyes; promising to visit them early in the morning, eager to pay them back for their help.

You laid down in your bed and another laugh slipped past your lips as you stared lazily at the ceiling.

The best part was that this trial didn't just affect you - hopefully it gave thousands of other citizens the courage to rightfully take justice into their hands, having been servants of that filthy immoral family for so long.

This meant everything. You could already picture in your mind as the royal family was taken down by the public. Their power and members growing weaker as the years passed by, until they completely seized to exist.

Knock, Knock, Knock

You groaned and squirmed out of bed to go to the front door. Opening it, you were met with two unfamiliar faces. Two tall men dressed in suits, your eyes widened - royal suits.

You tried to slam the door shut but they were quicker, putting a foot down in between and forcing themselves inside.

There wasn't anywhere for you to run to, they closed the distance between you in mere seconds and your scream was muffled by the bag being forcefully put over your head.

You screamed silently again as several blows were delivered to your head, a lone tear sliding down your cheek before you passed out completely, engulfed in darkness.

*******

'' Y/n? ''

You fluttered your eyes open, being met with the cold stone floor. The world was tipped and it took some time for your eyes to adjust to the new room.

With the help of the man in front of you, you were now sat upright which made you get a good view of who it was.

'' Did you miss me? '' a childish like grin was plastered onto the handsome face of the man you had seen just about an hour ago in court, the prince.

'' Jungkook? '' you said, voice hoarse.

He hummed, turning his back on you.

At that moment, you didn't feel scared quite yet. It felt more like a sarcastic and humourless smile was about to escape from you, like - of course, of course this was bound to happen.

You had tried to take down the most powerful family of your country, all on your own and you really thought it would work?

Jungkook seemed to read your thoughts as he scoffed when he faced you again.

'' Regretting your choices now, huh? ''

You shook your head, biting your lip so hard blood almost showed. He smiled. A hand ruffling your hair caught you by surprise, making your eyes widen.

'' I bet you felt so happy in that moment, all proud '' he was up on his feet again, pacing with what appeared to be a dagger in his hands.

'' But things aren't as easy as you scums seem to think '' you struggled against the ropes on your wrists upon his insult, face growing hot.

'' It doesn't work like that '' the prince came closer now, crouching down and he pointed casually at you with his dagger as if it was only an index finger and not a murder weapon.

'' Did you really think that I- Jeon Jungkook, would go to prison because of some pathetic low life, like you? ''

He shook his head, looking nauseuous, as if the mere thought of such a thing happening made him want to empty his whole stomach on the stone floor beneath him.

You held the eye-contact he now initiated, confidently.

'' Did you actually think you stood a chance against me? '' he half-whispered, in a low tone.

His eyes looked like he wanted to tear you apart right then and there, and it was getting hard to stay so confident under his stare now.

'' I- '' but you bit your tongue, falling silent as you weren't sure what to say.

The prince laughed sardonically.

'' That's what I thought ''

The dagger was waved towards you again and you flinched without meaning to, your tough facade slowly breaking down as the reality of you being here locked up with the country's biggest psychopath finally dawned on you.

'' What do you want from me? Revenge? '' you managed to choke out.

His hands were nowhere near your throat yet it felt like he was suffocating you slowly with his eyes alone.

Jungkook briefly looked towards your red lips, licking his own while seemingly being in deep thought.

'' Revenge, yeah ''

'' Then kill me, quickly. I have nothing to lose ''

The prince had to stop himself from laughing out loud at your bold statement, he only grinned while his body shook from silent laughter.

'' No ''

'' What? '' your voice was shaky now, it sounded like you were on the verge of tears, which perhaps you were. You felt like you couldn't stand one more minute together with this psycho, and would rather quickly invite death now.

'' I said, no- '' his stern tone and icy glare made you flinch back, head hitting the wall behind you as he got closer yet again.

His hand reached up to caress the back of your head and you squirmed in his grasp uncomfortably.

'' The judge promised me I'd have you, as my...revenge '' a boyish grin replaced the glare he had worn just seconds ago.

Somehow you preferred the stoic look much more. You tried pushing yourself away from him but there was nowhere to go.

'' You tried to take me down but you failed, and they promised me you'd be mine in return '' Jungkook's hand pet your head now, almost as if he didn't see you as a human.

You wanted to die, sink through the ground in embarrassment - anything to escape his tainted hands touching you in any way.

'' I would never kill you, that would be an easy escape. Wouldn't it, darling? '' he hummed, head tilting as his graceful fingers found your jawline to force you to look at him now.

Those doe eyes, that looked so innocent and so sweet. But ones that had in reality been the last thing many had seen before he plunged that beautiful dagger he was twisting in his hands, into their flesh.

[joekeeryswife]

hello lovely could u please maybe do an insta au with joe? 💕💕

Instagram AU - j.k

a/n: hey loves! here is my first joe instagram au. short but sweet, enjoy 🫶🏼

ynyln: on set 🎬

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[orqheuss]

Orqheus(s)' Masterlist!

🔥 - Smut, 🌸 - Fluff, 🩸 - Angst, 🎭 - Comedy, 🎀 - Hurt/Comfort, 💗 - Romantic,✨ - Platonic (💥 - gore/blood, 💀 - main character death)

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Hogwarts Legacy

I do not own the characters depicted, nor do I condone J.K. Rowling's actions.

One-Shots

The Shadow trio (Ominis x Sebastian x MC)

May I feel said he (🔥🌸) - Tumblr x Studying in the Room of Requirement can get quite tedious, especially with NEWTS around the corner. What is one to do when you're trapped between your two bored, ravenous, and incorrigibly competitive boyfriends? (Inspired by the poem "may i feel said he" by E. E. Cummings) A Fish to Water (🎭✨) - Tumblr x Becoming an animagus is not an easy feat. As much as you love your two best friends, sometimes its more fun to play a prank and take the absolute piss out of them. How would they react if they found out your animagus form was a little bit...fishy? Seven new ways that you can eat your young (🔥) - Tumblr x Slytherin's are known for their end of the year parties. On the eve of their graduation, though, Ominis hears something that makes his blood boil with jealousy. (Inspired by the song "Eat Your Young" by Hozier) Mallowsweet Bliss (🌸🎭✨) - Tumblr x “Oh, you lovely, hopelessly naive thing. Yes, mallowsweet has a great smell, but it also has an even better taste when eaten, and an absolutely enchanting effect on the mind when you smoke it.” AKA, the three of you get incredibly stoned on your stash of mallowsweet. My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway (🌸💗) - Tumblr x The Founder's ball only comes around once a year, and with your graduation fast approaching, you knew two things. One, you knew absolutely nothing about ballroom dancing, and two, you were irrevocably in love with both of your best friends and wanted to go with both of them. Was there a way to kill two birds with one stone? Not yet corpses (still, we rot) (🎀✨/💗💥) - Tumblr x Tremors were wracking through the entirety of Hogwarts, and you were nowhere to be found. Little did Ominis and Sebastian know, the repository had been opened, and you were the only thing standing between the wizarding world continuing to thrive or falling to ruin at their very feet. Mingle our ashes and bury us together (🩸✨/💗) - Tumblr x After everything that had happened in your fifth year, your mind was becoming too much for you to bear on your own. After a rather dreadful conversation with yourself, you knew there was only one way to stop your personal torment. (TW! Attempted Suicide) Insatiable Gravity (🔥🌸🎭) - Tumblr x When it rains, it pours, and when your trapped in the downpour with your two best friends, the only option is the inn down the road. The bad news? There's only one room left, and in that room is only one bed.

Ominis x MC

In the pursuit of knowledge (🔥🌸) - Tumblr x When you and Ominis are alone in the Undercroft, it isn't uncommon for some secrets to come to light. After revealing that you've never been kissed, were there some sparks flying between the two of you, or was it just the firewhiskey talking? How could I fear any hurricane (🎀💗) - Tumblr x After almost severely injuring Ominis during a duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you retreat into yourself far out of the reach of your closest friend. There's only one thing Ominis can think of to do to bring you out of your turbulent mind. (Inspired by the song "Francesca" by Hozier) In any version of reality - Soulmate!AU (🌸💗) - Tumblr x Ominis was sure that he didn't have a soulmate. That is, of course, until he hears you sing one winter night in the desolate music room and is transported through the past to the first time your souls ever met. (Inspired by the song "Epic iii" by the Hadestown 2017 Original Soundtrack) Clumsy Love (🌸💗) - Tumblr x A relaxing day in the Room of Requirement takes a turn that you never expected. Not that you were complaining, though. Who doesn't love a little bit of dancing? If only your heart would stop trying to pound its way out of your chest whenever a certain blond Slytherin was near. I would know him blind (🔥💗) - Tumblr x You'd been with Ominis for some time, and as much as you loved your intimate times together, you wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes for a change. Your darling husband is more than happy to help you satiate your curiosity. Snake Charmer - Greek Mythology!AU (🌸🎭-ish) - Tumblr x Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Ominis Gaunt and the Sallow's

Free and young and we can feel none of it (🎀✨) - Tumblr x Ominis knew that he had to leave his family home. The abuse would only get worse if he stayed. One winter night, he fled to the only place he felt safe, and into the arms of an unlikely friend.

Sebastian x MC

A duel most desirable (🔥) - Tumblr x Emotions are running high, and a friendly duel between you and your best friend, whom you're completely and entirely infatuated with, takes a very...steamy turn. Anything to make you smile (🌸💗) - Tumblr x Sebastian, remembering you lamenting about not being able to experience going to Hogwarts as a first year, decides to take you on a romantic boat ride so you could enjoy the journey from Hogsmeade like he did as an eleven year old. Too bad he forgot one crucial thing: he was terrified of the Black Lake.

Chapter Fics

The Shadow trio (Sebastian x Ominis x MC)

Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis (🩸💗💥) - Ao3 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (All fic titles in this series come from various E. E. Cummings' poems) Victor Rookwood kidnapped you, in broad daylight, on the streets of Hogsmeade, and Sebastian is willing to do anything to get you back. Will he and Ominis be able to find you before it's too late? (TW! Graphic depictions of torture)

For whatever we lose (like a you, or a me) (🩸💗💥) - Tumblr x The Scriptorium called your name, and who were you to ignore its song? At least, that's what you told yourself as Sebastian pushed you and Ominis deeper and deeper into the mausoleum. (Pre Parenthesis!Universe)

Awake, chaos: we have napped (🩸🎀💗💥) - Ao3 x After everything that happened to you that night in the poacher camp, it was only normal for you to have nightmares. After a particularly rough one, will your partners be able to pick up the pieces? (Post Parenthesis!Universe) (TW! mentions of attempted rape/non-con)

I like my body when it is with your body (🔥🌸💗) - Tumblr x Sebastian believes that he doesn't deserve to be happy after everything he's done. His partners don't agree, and are hellbent on proving him wrong the best, and most effective, way they know how. (Post Parenthesis!Universe)

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) (🔥🌸💗) - Tumblr 1 2 3 The finale of "Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis." It is a beautiful day to get married, and you couldn't ask for better partners. (Post Parenthesis!Universe)

The sun does not weep for Icarus (🩸✨/💗💥💀) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 The arrival of the Daily Prophet brings the news of Sebastian Sallow's fate after the events of his fifth year. Ominis and his new friend can't help but feel guilty for their decisions. (TW! Child abuse, suicide)

Even the iron still fears the rot (🩸💗💥) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 5 6 It was supposed to be a normal trip to Hogsmeade. But, when Sebastian and Ominis are kidnapped by poachers determined to seek revenge against the one who killed their fearless leader, will you be able to save them in time? (TW! Graphic depictions of torture)

Ominis x MC

How to ask for help - 5+1 Times (🌸💗) - Tumblr 1 2 3 4 5 6 The five times you helped Ominis, and the one time he helped you.

Headcanons

Sebastian x MC

Sebastian Sallow headcanons

Misc

HL boys as things my students have said - Part 2 Sebastian and Ominis wand headcanons

[weeabooofficial]

Eren Yeager and his Immaculate Ability to be a Nuisance. -J.K. [18+]

Tags: smut, closet sex, cockblocking, Eren should be a warning on his own, dirty talk, language, modern au

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Hi, hello. I'm not fucking dead like y'all thought. 2023 threw me for a loop with my writing, and then I had every intention of posting this for my birthday, back in July (If that tells you how long I have had this sitting in my docs). And then I wanted to post this in celebration of the finale of AoT coming out...

and then I fucking hated how it ended and had a four hour long rant over it.

So here we are in 2024, and I am finally posting this. Big thanks to my bff (best fishy friend) @offendedfishnoises for helping me with this all those months ago.

Eren Yeager must have thought he was a fucking genius, a comedic genius. Why else would he keep pulling the same bullshit over and over? 

It all started when you first met Jean, your friend was throwing a party at her apartment and you decided to go. The two of you met, and hit it off really well. So well in fact, that you and Jean were officially dating by the end of the month. 

Everyone seemed happy for you, everyone but one person. 

That person just so happened to be, Eren fucking Yeager. 

You and Eren had been friends for years, since you were children. It was only a matter of time before he took you getting into a relationship with the person he loved to annoy most, personally. To you, Eren took everything personally but that was just the way he seemed. 

Eren cared for you, he really did. Growing up together, as close as friends could be, he just wanted you to be taken care of. 

However, it wasn’t his fault that his favorite pastime was pissing Jean off to no end. 

You didn’t notice what he was doing at first, it being the occasional interruption while you were having a moment with your boyfriend, but it only escalated from there. 

It was Sasha’s annual Christmas Party, everyone in your friend group was invited and then some; to include you and Jean. The snow was falling, and the two of you were curled up together on the couch in front of the warm fire. 

Jean’s hand rested on your thigh, just wanting to keep you close. Your head was on his shoulder, inhaling his warm, musky scent that made your nerves tingle. 

You didn’t even get five minutes alone together before Eren came in with a plate filled with sweets and squeezed himself in between the two of you on the couch. 

This was fine, you told yourself. Eren was always like this, but that was before it got worse. 

By the end of the night, not only was Eren between you; but Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Annie, Berdtholdt, everyone you knew was squished between you and Jean, forcing you on opposite ends of the couch with the arms digging into your side as they chatted away. 

Jean shot you a look from the other side of the room, a sorrowful smile on his face. It wasn’t like you could actually do anything to stop all of them from sitting between you, but you knew exactly what they were doing. 

Eren was making it his life’s mission to make sure you and Jean didn’t have a moment alone together, and you didn’t realize how bad it would get until it was too late. 

No matter where you were, at work, the store, even at your apartment, every time you and Jean tried to do more than share a kiss, Eren was there butting his way in. 

Of course, Jean was angry and rightfully so. All he wanted to do was share a moment alone with you, and he was starting to get desperate. 

“Babe, this is getting fucking ridiculous. He is your friend. Stop him.” 

You stopped folding the shirt in your hands and gave Jean a look, “You’re friends with him too dumbass, besides what makes you think he will listen to me?” 

Putting the shirt he had in the stack, Jean shrugged. “I dunno, I thought you would maybe scare the shit out of him like you do everyone else.” 

“I do not–” 

“Connie and Sasha refused to talk to you for the first week you scared them so bad.” 

You gave Jean an unimpressed look. “That’s because I told them to stay out of my pantry, it’s not a free for all.” 

A grin found its way on Jean’s face. “But you’ll let me into your pantry,” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he waggled his eyebrows giving you that look. 

Before he got any further, you shoved his head away with your palm on his face. “Any chance you had getting laid tonight, ended with that comment.” 

Jean looked at you with a pout on his lips, “Aw come on babe, you know you can’t resist me.” 

“I can and will,” you hummed, continuing to fold the clothes. 

You loved Eren, you really did. Even when he was being a little shit, you cared for him like a brother.

But that love was dwindling, and it was dwindling fast. 

There was only so much you could take, between your job at the office and Jean’s at the family company, you almost never saw each other. That left no time to talk, not time together and no time for romance. 

And with Eren making his presence known every single fucking time you were close to doing anything, your patience was wearing thin. 

Jean was just as desperate as you were, so when you showed up one day with lunch wearing a tight little skirt and killer heels to match, Jean all but dragged you to the closest closet and locked the door. 

His lips were on yours in a matter of seconds as he bunched the bottom of your skirt towards your hips. 

Jean’s touch on your thighs was like fire, with weeks of denial igniting it within you. Prying your mouth open with his own, Jean slotted his hips between yours as he swallowed each little sound you made. 

“Fuck–” you gasped against his lips, feeling his cock grind against your heat through his pants. The rough material adding friction to the area which desperately needed attention. 

“Jean please–” you begged, hands gripping the back of his shirt pulling at the material as if it was personally offending you. 

With a hand still holding you against the wall, Jean made quick work of undoing the belt of his pants before popping the button and pulling the zipper. 

“Hold on baby, I’ll take care of you.” Shoving his pants down just enough, his cock sprung out of his pants slapping against the skin of your thigh. Jean moved the string of your thong aside and swiped his fingers through your folds. 

A gasp tore through you, your body jolting in his hold. 

“Fuck–” he choked, feeling your slick pool between your thighs. “This pussy is already so wet for me, you that desperate for my cock?” 

His breath fanned over your face as you ground your hips against his hands, pulling at the hairs on the nape of his neck as he thrusted two digits into your cunt. 

“Jean–Jean please!” you begged, looking up at him with those pleading eyes that had him so weak, he’d do whatever you wanted. 

Banging his fist against the wall, Jean couldn’t ignore the doe-eyed look you had. So sweet, so innocent, when he knew you were anything but in the privacy of your own home. 

Jean knew the way you looked when you were bent over, taking his cock round after round begging him for more; to fill you with his hot cum to the point it spilled out around his shaft. Jean knew the way you looked, when you were on your knees sucking his cock like it was your day job. The way your pretty lashes fluttered up at him as you made sinful movements with that devilish tongue of yours that had him bucking his hips making you gag around him. 

It was the same way you were looking at him, and he had barely touched you. 

Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, Jean thought of making you wait this long again if it got you looking like this for him once more. 

Using his hips, and other hand, Jean hoisted you higher up his hips before thrusting into you. The sounds you made made his head spin, fuck you sounded to pretty too. Biting his fist that was against the wall, Jean held in his moans as he watched you absolutely lose it finally being able to feel him this deeply within you. 

You paid no mind to the uncomfortable feeling of your skirt pressing against your stomach as you began to rock your hips, wordlessly trying to convince him to go deeper. 

“Fuck–, missed this pussy so bad.” his breath tingled against your ear, wracking your body in shudders as he continued to thrust his hips, stretching you to take his cock.

Your moans filled the closet, the soft grunts Jean made in your ear as he fucked you for the first time in what felt like forever. Hands grabbing at whatever you could reach, you pulled his lips down to yours, senses filled with the smell of his cologne and the taste of his morning coffee on his tongue as it bullied its way into your mouth, laying his claim on you. 

Jean’s hand moved from your waist, to the button up blouse you were wearing. “Wanna see these pretty tits baby–” he gasped between kisses. “Wanna hold them, play with them, squeeze them. You’d like that, yeah?” 

All you could manage was a nod as Jean ripped the buttons of your blouse open, a few popping off and landing on the floor. Neither of you cared, as he hastily pulled your bra down your shoulders and chest until he could grasp your tits in his hands. 

The sounds from the hall outside were drowned out by the blood pumping in your ears, not caring one bit who heard Jean fucking you senseless in a tiny closet. The two of you were so lost in the feeling of each other's bodies, you didn’t notice the lock get picked with the handle slowly turning before you were blinded by light coming in from the hall. 

Jean quickly used his body to cover yours, keeping your dignity intact not caring about his one bit. 

Over his shoulder, you saw the face of Eren Fucking Yeager and the slight smirk in his face when he realized what he caught the two of you doing. 

“I was wondering where–” 

“Get the fuck out Yeager,” Jean hissed, grateful that his arms were filled with you so he couldn’t turn around and knock his teeth in. 

“Oh come on, Jean. You don’t want to share?” 

That was your last straw. 

“Eren, get lost or I will rip your dick off and feed it to the dogs.” 

You watched the expression on his face morph from his usual cocky confidence, to a flicker of fear. It was a far-fetched threat, sure, but with the death glare you were giving him, Eren wasn’t sure if you were serious or not. 

And he didn’t want to find out. 

Clearing his throat, Eren suddenly looked away before shutting the closet. “Carry on,” before you heard it lock once again. 

Only taking a few seconds to recover, Jean readjusted his grip on you before looking down at you with a grin. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think with the way your pussy tightened around my dick that you actually liked getting caught.” 

Immediately, your face got hot. Shaking your head, you opened your mouth to respond before it was cut off with Jean grabbing your jaw at an angle that kept your mouth open. 

“Don’t bother lying baby, I know you liked it.” 

Your eyes widened at the look on his face, squirming under his heated gaze. “No I–” 

“Maybe I should fuck you in my office next time,” he hummed. Within moments, Jean pulled out of you before flipping your body around and thrusting into you from behind. “Bend you over the desk, taking you like this for hours as everyone around us hears how well you take my cock, hm?” 

Bracing yourself on the wall, you couldn’t ignore the way your walls fluttered around his dick when he said those words. 

Jean chuckled, wrapping his arms around you pressing his hips into your ass as he fondled your tits. Enjoying the little gasp you let out feeling him tug on your nipples, you arched into his touch feeling a hand travel up your chest and throat before forcing two of his fingers in your mouth. 

“Maybe, I could have you suck me off with this pretty little tongue of yours.” Your mouth was forced open, his fingers pressing down on your tongue refusing to let your moans be softened. Jean wanted to hear every sound you made, as he speared you open on his dick. 

The moans you let out had Jean cursing, his hips stuttering as he got close to the edge. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Sucking me off under my desk as you hump my foot, desperate for me to touch you?” 

You tried pleading with him, your orgasm so close now that you were incoherent. A couple more thrusts of his hips as you choking out his name as your orgasm washed over you in a violent wave of ecstasy, coating his dick in the creamy white substance. 

“Fuck, baby. Just a little more and I’ll fill you so full, it’ll drip down your legs.” 

The debauched moan you let out was drowned out by Jean’s grunts and growls as he kept pistoning his hips against yours, before he came with a loud cry, burying himself to the hilt making sure you took every drop of his seed. 

As the room quieted down, you heard his breaths in your ear as Jean pressed kisses to your shoulder. 

“You–,” he panted, “You are so fucking amazing baby.” 

You were at a loss for words, nothing on your mind but how good it felt to be filled by Jean. Tilting your face to look at him, Jean smiled down at you while his bangs hung in his face. “I love you so fucking much,” 

Smiling against his lips, you hummed in agreement. “I love you, too.”

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midnight blue ribbon. - k.tobio

synopsis: muggleborn siblings, (name) and tooru oikawa, were seperated by a divorce, (name), stayed with her father, starting her magic studies at ilvermorny, and her brother stayed home in england, studying at hogwarts. but somehow, her parents work it out, (name) would be a transferee at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. facing all sorts of new faces, and new obstacles. any obstacle, you would face head on, as long as the crow with a scroll of parchment tied shut by a midnight blue ribbon, keeps tapping at her dorm window.

warnings: foul language, suggestive jokes (of course, these are hormonal teens we're talking about.), fem reader

genres: fluff

notes: SORRY IF THE SYNOPSIS IS TOO LONG THIS STORY IS A LOT.. this is basically a movie-only harry potter fan makes a hogwarts au so sorry if i have misconceptions on how things work in the wizarding world. and for the sake of the story, oikawa and you are 6th years (both are 17), tobio is a 5th year (he's 16). also i have no idea how the dorm rooms will work so i'm freestyling, since j.k rowling did NOT mention anything about how many students there will be in 1 dorm room since how are there 5 gryffindor boys in their year..? this will start out as an experimental oneshot, and if i get asks to make this a series, i'll continue it! (with painfully slow updates), ALSO I'M FILIPINO I GREW UP WITH ENGLISH BEING A SECOND LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY IF I SCREW GRAMMAR STUFF UP!! definitions for unfamilliar creatures, potions and spells will be linked.

you thought silence was bearable. well, in fact, you loved silence, it gave you space to think, and relax. but the silence of sitting in the same compartment as your brother, tooru oikawa, is undoubtedly, uncomfortable. not because of the divorce of your parents, and so many years being apart, but because right in front of you, is a 17 year old tooru. he's grown taller than what you expected, and he's now a man. it's hard to find a topic that you'd think your brother would fully engage in a conversation for. you kept thinking of something to talk about, to break the silence, usually, siblings would chat casually, but you eventually forgot what it felt like having a brother. but before anyone in the room could speak, a group of three boys knocked on the glass sliding door of the train compartment, and welcomed themselves in. the boys are about your and your brother's age. a silver haired boy that's surprisingly tall and buff for a teenager makes himself home to the spot next to you, and the other two, a boy with brown hair and sharp green eyes and a boy with intentional bed hair and a cheeky smile sat at the spots next to tooru, sandwiching the poor guy between them.

"woah, that's rare of you to sit with some girl and not with us."

the one with the rooster hair spoke up, and slapped your brother's back with a little smirk, earning a pained groan from him. the others just snickered.

"heya, honey. i'm tetsuro kuroo, but you could call me yours."

he extends his hand to you, expecting a handshake.

"i'm—"

as you grab hold of kuroo's hand, tooru pinches him, forcing him to retract his hand.

"she's my sister, (name). and (name), the idiot next to you is kotaro bokuto, and this lad on my right is hajime iwaizumi."

tooru smiles at you, like it hasn't been years since you've seen eachother. the train engine makes its loud debut, the horns sounding, signalling that it's ready to go. the train departs the station, and your conversations with the 4 boys continue.

"well, if she's your sister, how come i've never seen her round the castle?"

bokuto examines your face with wide, curious eyes, and with a hand to his chin.

"that must be because her robes are blank. she's a transferee, i think."

iwaizumi just casually crosses his leg over to his other, and relaxes his back onto the cushion of the seat. kuroo smiled, he caught sight of the old trolley witch walking along with a cart filled with sweets, stood up, and bought something for himself. tooru had his head back, clearly fighting his sleepiness, bokuto on the other hand, is busy showing off his chocolate frog cards to you, but all the information just slipped your mind. kuroo returns to his seat, and hands you a cauldron cake in a small, colorful box.

"thought it'd only be right to give you a hogwarts welcoming gift."

you accept it gracefully. this guy's not so bad, not like his hair, at all. you space out, while looking at the box, and you smile at it like it's your first child.

all of the boys in your compartment, slowly fell asleep as time progresses on your trip to your new school. as the morning, turned into noon, nearing sunset. you got a little bored, and started to observe the students walking past your compartment. most were first years, with blank robes like you, exploring around. but one student caught your eyes. A boy with dark hair, slightly younger than you, angrily stomping around with a scowl on his face, a few black feathers flying out from.. wherever. you wondered, whatever could have caused that terrifying expression? but, you decided not to ponder on it a little more than that. you stayed awake the entire time so you could wake your brother and his friends just on time to hop off the train.

the train stopped at its one and only destination from king's cross; hogwarts. you woke the boys up, one by one.

"we're at hogwarts, get up everyone."

the four groaned, and eventually got up, to get off the train, with you following along. a giant man with an equally giant beard named hagrid, guided the students to where they needed to be. in a boat. honestly, it felt like you were in a can of sardines, since the boat you're on is filled with 17 year olds. you looked at the boat that's floating beside you, it's the guy who's running around with feathers up his ass, or something. he's a lot more charming, and a lot less scary than when you first saw him. sitting beside him, is a bright orange haired boy, you could've sworn you saw him as a big, spiky, floating tangerine that someone could've casted the levitation charm on in your peripheral vision. the orange little guy is bouncing around on the boat, causing little ripples to appear in the still water, an older silver haired boy that appears to be a seventh year, holds the boy down, in fear of the boat flipping upside down.

"they're a rowdy bunch, don't mind them, unless you'd love to lend an ear to their extensive, passionate talks about quidditch."

"i don't know about that, tetsu, that little shrimp there's pretty fun to talk to!"

bokuto waves at the boy he's talking about, getting a cheerful wave and a very loud "HELLO, BOKUTO!!" in return, before that same seventh year scolds him. kuroo notices you staring a liiiittle too long at a certain boy, that's now currently yelling at his.. friend? aquaintance? enemy? you don't even know. he chuckles, he's about to say something to tease you for staring, but he'll keep it to himself. for now, at least. the boats start moving towards the large marble castle, built atop an island. the boats dock at a safe spot for everyone to get off themselves, and the first years excitedly glance around, their eyes darting from place to place, with a sparkle of wonder in them. you were about to follow your brother and his best men directly into the great hall, but iwaizumi stops you.

"oh, uh. you're supposed to go with the first years. you haven't been sorted yet, so you'll go a bit later than we're going. and don't fret, transferees get sorted first, it'll be over within seconds."

you nod, and you nervously started to walk in the direction of the first years, nervously waving your new aquaintances, and your brother, goodbye. you follow the tiny children to a hallway, where bags, trunks, the cages and carriers of the students' pets are stacked, up some polished stone stairs, to a large door, which you assume is an entrance to the great hall. a witch stood there, presumably waiting for the first years. which would be the professor, stepped in front of the many tiny witches and wizards, you tower over them, making you stick out like a sore thumb.

"welcome to hogwarts. i am professor mcgonagall, the head of gryffindor house. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors, and join your classmates. before you take your seats, you will be sorted into one of four houses. they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin..."

professor mcgonagall stood with a graceful, and dignified stature, and continued to explain about the house cup, and its point system, based on the behavior and achievements of the students of a hogwarts house.

"the sorting ceremony, will begin shortly."

she walks away, leaving to enter the great hall. while you wait, you keep yourself occupied with a chocolate frog card, that bokuto gave you earlier on the train while he talked about his full collection. it's a card of godric gryffindor. you were busy assessing the design of the card, when a little girl with a head of familliar orange hair, tugs at your robes.

"i see you have a godric gryffindor card! uh, can we trade? i have a helga hufflepuff one, if you're interested. i have 5 copies of her, so don't worry. i reaaaaally need that one to complete my hogwarts founder cards!"

you smiled, and you gladly accepted her trade offer.

"of course, i'll take you up on your offer. here you go."

she beams, and she takes the card out of your hands, and replaces it with one that's of helga hufflepuff.

"my name's natsu! if you ever have a card of merlin or of ollivander's, you can easily find me if you wanna trade some more!"

"well, i'm (name), i can't completely guarantee i'll get those cards, i'll at least make sure to expand my inventory."

you laughed, and natsu reminded you of your own tiny 11 year old self, cheerfully chatting with your classmates at ilvermorny. professor mcgonagall walks in again.

"we're ready for you now, please follow me."

the professor leads everyone through two large doors, which proceeds to the great hall, where there are four long tables, hundreds— no, maybe thousands of students are sitting at. floating candles dot the ceiling of the hall, you overhear a student talking about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky. you, and the first years are led to the front of the hall, facing all the hogwarts students in the tables of their respective houses, some looked bored, and didn't bother observing the sorting ceremony, others excitedly waited for their younger siblings to be sorted, and a few people looked interested in the older kid in a sea of first years. you turn to your other side, you saw a long table similar to the tables you've just seen, but a little shorter. there, sat several professors, and professor dumbledore. then your eyes lead you to a small stool, with a hat on it.

"all right, will you wait along here, please? now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words."

mcgonagall stepped aside, for everyone to see the wizard, rising from the main table. it was just something about the third floor being a dangerous place, and about the forbidden forest being.. well, forbidden.

"when i call your name, you will come forth, then you shall be sorted into your houses, but, first, i would like to make an announcement to.. all students."

professor mcgonagall walked up to the center, and talked with a stern, and booming voice, enough to be heard from the end of the great hall,

"before we begin the sorting ceremony of the first years, i would like to welcome a new student from ilvermorny, being a transfer student, i, and the staff of hogwarts, expect you to welcome her with open arms. now, will miss (name) oikawa step forward to have your house sorted?"

you gulped, as you sat on the stool, mcgonagall picks up the hat, and places it upon your head.

"now what have we here?"

the hat spoke. the hat spoke. and you thought your life was magical enough, now there's a talking hat, on your head.

"quite the interesting girl we have.. let me ask you, what house would you prefer to be in?"

"... never thought about it, sorry, sorting hat."

"would you walk a path you create for yourself, or would you walk on the path that others paved for you?"

"... i would rather walk the path i create myself, i guess."

"you'll be great in.. hufflepuff!"

the students clapped, and mcgonagall pointed at the hufflepuff table, for you to know where you now belong. you stared at the helga hufflepuff card you traded your gryffindor card for. would this be some funny coincidence? you sat down at the table, and you were sat beside a blonde girl with hazel eyes, and a boy with long hair, tied into a bun, and facial hair. he oddly looks like an adult.

"i know what you're thinking, with the facial hair, stature, i know. i'm asahi, i'm a seventh year. nice to meet you, and welcome to hufflepuff."

he took your hand, and shook it.

"nice to meet you too!"

you felt like he was easy to talk to, despite his intimidating features.

"and i'm hitoka..!"

the girl beside you, yelled a little too loudly, and students from other tables turned their heads at her. she quickly sits down, and slams her head against the wooden table.

"oh my god, are you okay?"

you panicked, and put your hand on her shoulder, to make sure she's okay.

"god, that was embarassing!"

asahi, from beside you, sighs, and quietly pulls out his wand, and conjures up a spell.

"glacius."

the tip of his wand glowed a cool white, a small blizzard of snowflakes clustered up together, the cold breeze rushing into a cup, freezing the water, and they turn into ice cubes. the silver haired older kid you saw earlier while you were in a boat, quickly pulls out a handkerchief, flattens it onto the table on your side.

"wingardium leviosa."

asahi casts the levitation charm on the ice cubes in the cup, the ice floating seamlessly in the air. asahi lowers it down onto the small cloth that was laid down. he wraps it up, and hands it to the young girl beside you.

"you do this every year, hitoka, that head slamming's gonna turn you dumb, you've already earned a p in your defence against the dark arts o.w.l's!"

"that's because i missed studying for that! i was taking extra classes and i had too much on my hands!"

that same silver haired guy held genuine concern for hitoka, sort of like tough love from a mother. the blonde groans, the faint bruise on her forehead is already embarrassing enough to deal with, but it hurts like hell.

"if you're wondering, the student that is incredibly infuriated, yet worried about poor hitoka beside you, is koshi sugawara, the hufflepuff house prefect and head boy."

asahi introduces you to the student. he's quite the charmer, his face sort of looks.. refreshing. sugawara smiles at you, and opens his mouth to say,

"hitoka's fine, she's always gets like this whenever she meets someone new. last year, she's knocked down a full cauldron of draught of living death, onto a gryffindor student, yu nishinoya. she was partnered with him in potions class. it melted through his robes, and i had to help a prefect carry him to the hospital wing."

sugawara grimaces, remembering the time the potion melted a hole through his robes, and lightly burned nishinoya's skin. the sorting ceremony concluded, and the feast begins. silver platters filled with all kinds of food, suddenly appear at the students' house tables. you, of course, picked your favorites from them, you hear really aggressive muffled yelling from the gryffindor table. you raised you head from your food, and to the source of the commotion, that same duo from the boat, were eating really fast. that feathery, dark haired boy was eating fast, but he gives time to chew, and not look like a mess. meanwhile, the ginger that sat beside him, energetically stuffed his cheeks to the brim with all kinds of food, stacking platters upon platters.

"how the hell does hinata not get a stomachache after his eating competitions with kageyama? i'd immediately surrender within 7 full plates.."

asahi, sort of looked sick. though, you agree with what he said. you can eat no more than a few plates before feeling sick from being full, and begging for the food to digest faster.

"all that food, and none of that goes to his height."

you saw a blonde boy with a brown undercut at the slytherin table, snicker at the two, a boy with grey hair, and the same undercut that looks exactly the same as him, just doesn't bother looking at the two.

"atsumu miya, and his twin brother, osamu. they're slight assholes— actually, maybe a little more that slight, if there's a word for that. atsumu is a loud asshole, and osamu is just a little more discreet about his assholeyness, you know? but they're tooootally monsters at quidditch. maybe them being mean little dudes give them an advantage. oh! and i'm satori tendo, by the way! nice to meet a student from ilvermorny!"

another spiky haired student appears in front of you. and you'd be convinced if someone told you that hogwarts is a magnet for people with weird hair. you just smiled, and shook hands with the guy.

"also, oikawa? would that mean that you'd be the sister of mr. freaky pleasant face?"

tendo squints at you and tilts his head.

"mr. freaky pleasant face? does tooru hook up with girls or something?"

at the mention of his name, your brother turns to your table. he's a slytherin, so he's quite close to where you are.

"no, i do NOT get into those kinds of activities."

he defends himself with a sure and stern voice. and he glares at tendo, the look on his face saying 'if you say anything that's weird and absolutely untrue to my sister, i'll smash your face in with a quaffle.'

"well, he does have lots of girls pining after him, it'd only make sense if he'd done that with some of them. also, hey (name)! shame you're a hufflepuff, i would've loved showing you around the common room."

kuroo waves at you with a stupid smile, but immediately drops it when tooru elbows him in his sides.

"well, that's that."

tendo giggles a little at the situation. later, your house prefect leads you and the new hufflepuff residents to your dorms. sugawara suggests that you should be beside him, so you don't accidentally bump into a shorter first year. your group of hufflepuffs are lead to an underground passageway, the basement of the castle, decorated with lots of paintings of food.

"the paintings are there, 'cause the kitchens and the hufflepuff dorms are kind of in the same corridor."

sugawara says, beside you. this passageway is lit warmly, with torches. despite this being a basement, it gives off the most homely energy. you could hear the house elves behind the shut castle kitchen's doors chatter, and prepare recipes that could possibly be for tomorrow's breakfast. you could smell the familliar scent of baked goods wafting into your nose.

"other students drop by the dorms and common room regularly. it's pretty comfortable, and it feels like home. not just to hufflepuffs, but to all hogwarts students."

sugawara then stops in front of a circle door, framed by pretty vines, a pile of large barrels were stacked in a shadowy recess on the right-hand-side of the corridor. sugawara tapped on the barrel two from the bottom, a barrel middle of the second row in a rhythm that sounds similar to the name of the hufflepuff founder, 'helga hufflepuff'. the lid of the barrel swung open, and sugawara turns to all of you.

"(name), you go first, then i follow. the rest of you first-years, just follow along with us please."

"do i.. crawl through?"

"what else would you do? now go ahead."

you gulped, and entered the barrel, crawling along the sloping, earthy passage that seemed to travel upwards, revealing the common room, in its cozy, yellow glory. the hufflepuff common room is said to 'always feel sunny'. and it really does. no wonder why people love this place, the place has circular windows, that have a view of a vast land of grass and dandelions, the room is just the perfect place to be, the smell from the kitchens are making this place even cozier. there are interesting looking plants, their pots, hanging from the ceiling. sugawara snaps all of you out of your awe, and reminds you that you're here to look at where you'll be sleeping for your stay at hogwarts. the dormitories are reached through round doors in the common room. he opens the dormitory doors, to a stone staircase, one end, spiraling downstairs, and one end for upstairs.

"girl's dorms are up there, boy's dorms are down here. your belongings should've already been brought to your dorms. if there's anything missing, or if there's a mix-up in anything, let me know, and i'll help."

sugawara gestures you up to the girl's dorm, where you find that the dormitory is actually a tower, dorms seperated by years. the sixth years are on the sixth floor, so you head up there, alone. you arrived at what you assumed to be the sixth year girls dorms, there are several circular doors for you to go through, but luckily, there are names on small wooden planks for students and their roommates. you enter the dorm with your name on a plank, and only one other student. 'yui michimiya'. you immediately spot your cat, in her carrier. she must've waited for you, beside your own luggage and trunks, all this time. you immediately free your cat from her confines, and set down her food & water bowl. you notice that your roommate's immediately tucked in for the night, dozing off in her bed.. the lights were dimmed down to adjust to the night. someone knocks on your dorm door. you get up, to open it, and there standing before you, is sugawara.

"madam sprout wants you to be in the common room with the first years, it's mandatory. she'll just hand you the timetable schedules, and some guidelines, and the history of hufflepuff, and what not. i'm sure you already know your way, so i'll just head down to the boys dorms."

he smiles with his lips, and moves out of the way, his arms leading you out of your dorm room, sort of like a 'ladies first' gesture, and you make your way down first, and opening the door connecting the dormitories to the common room. there, you find around 10 first years, the amount of hufflepuff girls and boys split evenly into a 5:5 ratio, sat on the many couches and chairs. you make your way to an empty solo couch, and madam sprout clears her throat to turn the chattering students' attention to her.

"first years, i'm your head of house, madam sprout, and i'd like to welcome to your house, hufflepuff! now, before we go on to hand out your timetables for class, let's go over a brief introduction to the founding of the hufflepuff house, and helga hufflepuff's role in founding hogwarts."

she did exactly what she said, and touched on the topics she mentioned.

"helga hufflepuff was one of four founders of hogwarts, while the other founders, godric gryffindor, salazar slytherin and even rowena ravenclaw chose their favorites or, 'special students', helga hufflepuff accepts all witches and wizards of all backgrounds, whether you'd be a muggle, a pureblood, or a halfblood."

you were trying not to fall asleep immediately, but once the short history lesson ended, she handed everybody their set class timetables. the first years have transfiguration in the morning, and you have potions. madam sprout dismisses all of you, and you and the 5 other hufflepuff girls head into the girls dorm tower, and tucked in for the night. you quietly open your dorm door, careful not to wake your roommate, and you changed into a nightgown, a sleeping garment you thought was corny, but your dad insisted getting you lots of elegant nightgowns, as hogwarts is a castle, and you're a lady, and you'll fit right in like a character from a fairytale. well, he's certainly right about that, looking at yourself in the mirror, it felt sort of awkward, but it also felt right. being a student in a gorgeous historical castle wouldn't be that bad. and with those thoughts, you head straight to bed.

-

you jolt awake from the sound of metal dropping. you blink your eyes, to adjust to the sunlight, shining from the dorm windows, and you see.. your roommate. yui michimiya. she bent down on the floor, not noticing you, already awake. she picked up what seems to be her ring from the floor with a subtle smile, and proceeds to turn in your direction, and lands her eyes on you, with a shriek.

"good morning.."

you waved at her, a yawn accompanying your morning greetings. what a great first impression. you looked at your pocket watch. 5:24 am.

"merlin, you scared me!"

michimiya puts her hand to her chest, with a slouched pose to make it look like she's seen enough of things that scared her.

"i'm yui, i'm pretty sure you've seen the name on the.. thing?"

she adjusts her tie.

"uh, yeah. why are you up so early? don't classes start at 8?"

"oh, uh, i usually go for a morning stroll, but you could also take that time to freshen up, eat breakfast, and stuff.. sorry if i'm not a good hogwarts tour guide, i just have a lot going on. sugawara usually wakes up earlier than everyone, so he must be in the common room. you could ask him!"

michimiya quickly dashes outside. i wonder what's gotten her like that? you decide to change into some new robes, and get ready for the day.. and maybe make a stop at the kitchens for toast. you adjust your yellow and black tie in the mirror, eyes lingering on the hufflepuff patch on your robes. your first day in hogwarts, ever. you grab your leather book bag, not bothering to check what's in it and you head to the common room, to find michimiya, chatting with an older student in the same house, their fingers interlocking, and they look.. very in-love. you thought she went for a stroll.. but you'd rather not think on it. you find sugawara, on the common room couch by the fireplace, reading a book. he turns to you and he waves.

"good morning, (name)! heading to the great hall for breakfast? i'll come with you."

"i thought i'd need a good meal before doing anything."

sugawara chuckles, and guides you out of the common rooms, from the passageway, to the great hall. only a few students are eating, after all, it's only the beginning of the breakfast hours. sugawara leads you a table where his friends are sitting at. this time, the houses aren't divided by tables, but students are free to come and go from one table to another. you are sat at the gryffindor table, a house where majority of sugawara's friends are in.

"yooo suga!"

a loud student with a small stature greeted sugawara.

"oh, (name), this is uh, nishinoya."

"is.. is that the draught of living death guy?"

"ah, well, yes."

sugawara awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, since nishinoya's pretty embarrased about that incident.

"it's the transferee girl! i'm shoyo hinata, transferees are pretty rare around here. what's ilvermorny like? is the food different?"

the boy with a meadow of orange on his head eagerly asked you so many questions, and his friend pulls him down onto the bench by the robes.

"can't you stay still for a second? don't ask questions all the sudden."

"and this grump over here is tobio kageyama."

hinata pointed at the guy he was referring to. you looked over at him, and you waved with a friendly smile. he just.. didn't wave back? or say anything? he just stiffens and doesn't spare you a glance. sugawara looked at him with a knowing smirk.

"don't tell me.."

hinata looks at the both of them, confused, nishinoya deciding he'll keep to himself, his mouth is busy chewing his food anyway. the gryffindor's breakfast table sort of looked like a buffet, with a spread of all sorts of breakfast food. you let out an awkward sounding fake laugh, then grabbed some toast, and other stuff you like, and you ate your food, in silence.

"where's kei? thought he'd escape bokuto asking for homework answers."

the words of nishinoya's question were muffled, since he stuffed his face with seemingly one of all the food on the table.

"asking? that's borderline harrassment."

sugawara directs his head to a cheery bokuto asking all sorts of questions to an amazingly tall boy, with blonde hair and glasses and a blank face across the great hall, at the ravenclaw table. he makes his way to the gryffindor table, with bokuto sticking to him like glue.

"hey, hey, hey! it's (name)!"

he walks behind you and ruffles your hair. the beanpole sits next to you, and quietly continues eating, silently sending an apology to you, hoping that bokuto's attention would be diverted from him.

"hey, could you ask tooru if he's doing well in any of the subjects? i want him to catch me up on anything."

"oh, sure! nice to see ya again, and enjoy your first day (name)!"

you waved bokuto goodbye, and sighed. you liked his prescence, but you needed a little chill today.

"that was smart."

"thanks..? uh.."

the guy beside you praised your efforts at driving bokuto away, the ravenclaw notices how you were about to call him by name, but you don't even know it.

"kei. kei tsukishima."

"oh, uh. thanks, kei, i'm (name)."

he nods, and continues poking at the fried chicken on his plate with his fork. wow, this guy's pretty hard to talk to. sugawara leans in closer to your ear and says,

"don't worry about him, he's not used to interaction with girls, same with kageyama."

sugawara chuckles, he's a pretty good guide. after you were finished with eating (and chatting with all of gryffindor), you stood up, and pulled out a piece of parchment with your class schedule on it. you had a potions class at seven, it's now currently 6:47 am. you figured you'd get to class early. sugawara, tsukishima, hinata, nishinoya and kageyama got up with you too, all of them, except sugawara going ahead, it's just kageyama lagging behind the group.

"sugawara, could you show me where the potions classes are?"

"oh, i have divination, and i need to get there fast.. hmm.. oh! tobio has potions next, he could show you. tobio!"

he called out to the boy, and he came jogging back, with a menacing look on his face. scary.

"could you lead her to the potions classroom? i have divination, i'll think of something to pay you back!"

he froze up, again. does he really not like you? or is he just like that because you're an older girl?

"... sure."

"i'm counting on you, thanks, dude!"

sugawara ran to the exit of the great hall, waving to the two of you behind him. now, it's just you and mr. girl anxiety. he turns to you with a weird face.

"f..follow me."

merlin, his talking game with women is at rock bottom. compared to your brother, who could charm people to his advantage, this guy's charisma is abysmal. hopefully, he grows out of it. you apologise to him in your head for straight up insulting him. well, maybe his awkwardness is his charm. you two started walking out of the great hall. you're having trouble keeping up, since this guy makes crazy strides with his long legs. you were panting just from trying to keep up with him.

"w—"

you inhale, exhale.

"wait! merlin, you're fast."

he freezes in his steps. you were leaning on the stone walls, sitting on the dusty floor, just resting. he realizes he was walking too fast, and extends his hand towards you, averting his gaze.

"sorry. but we'd best not be late, i'll.. i'll walk a little slower this time."

looking up at him from this angle, he's bloody gorgeous. dark hair, eyes the color of the deepest parts of the ocean, you're almost tempted to dive in. his lips turning into a subtle pout, his unbelievably perfect eyebrows furrowed, disappointed by his mistake. you sigh, and get up, with the assistance of your grip on his hand.

"it's okay."

and this time, he adjusts to your pace perfectly, like you're walking with a reflection of yourself. freaky. you arrive at your classroom, and you enter, to be greeted by the sights of a low ceiling, shelves filled with potions, cauldrons, all sorts of glassware and equipment, and potion ingredients, students bringing out their books and their own cauldrons. professor snape turns his head, he stares down at the both of you, an intimidating energy emitting from him. but really, it's just him applauding the transferee for being early, usually new students would get lost inside the castle before they could make it to class. your wise decision to ask to get someone to lead you to the right place saved you from embarassment on your first day.

kageyama taps your shoulder, pointing at the cauldrons on the shelf. you had your cauldron in your trunk, and somehow its' whisked itself out of it and put neatly on the potions classroom's shelves. you both grab your respective cauldrons and found a table where you could make potions in peace, in the back. kageyama pulls out a chair for you to sit in, and made himself comfortable on the stool beside you. that's kind of him. you looked at the boy beside you, he has his book of advanced potions out, so you grab your book bag, and looked inside. your herbology book, history of magic, DADA and astronomy book were all in there, but.. you realize that you forgot your potions textbook. you look for professor snape in the room, maybe he has a spare book! but, he's quite scary to talk to, so asking him for a spare is crossed out on the list. so you turn to the only option left.

"uh, hey, tobio. could you share the book? i forgot mine back at the dorms, i wanna do some light reading."

"yeah, it's alright, i guess.."

he slides the textbook in your direction.

"don't you need it too?"

"yeah, but i don't find it to be necessary reading before class."

ouch, was that a jab at your habit of reviewing, or is he just this honest? he really doesn't sugarcoat things. you quietly open the book so you could read. suddenly, kageyama places his two long fingers onto the paper of the book, and gently moves it a little towards him. and under his breath, he mumbles,

"i guess i could use some reading."

odd. that's odd. he said that he didn't like reviewing before class, but now he's doing it. pick a struggle, man. you move your chair closer to his, so you could see better. your arms were touching at this distance. kageyama let out a quiet grunt, his eyes narrowing at the words printed onto the paper, his eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be frustration, his cheeks blooming into the subtlest pink. if he's that bothered just by reading, why'd he volunteer to read with you anyways? a few minutes pass by, and class begins, kageyama pulling his eyes away from the book, and sighed in relief. snape warned every student in his class that 'there will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.' and taking turns asking every student questions, including kageyama and you.

"where would you look if you were to find me a bezoar?"

"i— uh.."

kageyama aggressively flips the pages of his advanced potions book, but snape slams the book shut, almost trapping kageyama's whole hand in there, if it weren't for his reflexes.

"take this seriously, mr. kageyama. where. would. you. find. me. a. bezoar?"

"uh.. something about a goat stomach."

"so close, yet so far. you, new student. where would you find a bezoar?"

you jolted, and pointed at yourself with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"who else in this room would i ask?"

"uh— a bezoar is a stone in a goat's stomach.. that can save you from.. almost any poisons?"

"end that sentence with a period, ms. oikawa. but alas, you are correct. five points to.. hufflepuff, and for that poor answer from mr. kageyama, five points will be taken from gryffindor."

snape narrows his eyes at you, before proceeding to continue with his lessons. you put your hand on where your heart would rest, currently beating as fast as a zouwu. and about as fast as a zouwu, the classes end, leaving students with free time after dinner. there was a windstorm earlier today, and the owl post was delayed until tomorrow afternoon. you're just strolling with kageyama and hinata, the carrothead wanted to show you the gryffindor seeker and the gryffindor beater's skills at the quidditch field, and you were making your way there, but a pretty girl with glasses comes up to the three of you, and hands you a poster for a stargazing event to welcome new and senior students to hogwarts.

"you guys should check out if you're interested! now, i've gotta go pass these on to the others!"

the girl ran, she ran at impressive speeds, like she was born to be a track athlete. you stared at the poster in your hands, the two boys peering behind you to see what's up.

'stargazing event for old and new students at 9:00 pm to 10:30 pm at the astronomy tower. food catered by the house elves! (professors agreed to let us do this.)'

there was an enchanted moving picture below the text, the stars were shooting across the night sky, above hogwarts. despite looking so hastily printed, it's still quite impressive. hinata showed amusement and showed amusement at the poster and the upcoming event that happens in an hour.

"ooh.. seems cool! wanna go, kageyama?"

"that's stupi—"

"i'd like to go, free food is free food."

you shrugged, hinata nodded and threw finger guns your way, and anticipated an answer from the boy with hair colored like the night sky.

"... free food wouldn't be so bad."

hinata quite literally jumped for joy, and you three decided to pass the time by slowly strolling to the astronomy tower, since you're pretty far from it, seeing as you're near the greenhouses. you continued talking to both of them, but you notice kageyama stop in his tracks, and he looks up at the both of you.

"i think i forgot something, i'll go back to the divination classroom, i think i'll make it on time if i ever find it immediately, you go on ahead."

as much as kageyama hates being left behind by his rival and friend, hinata, this time he strangely decides to not come along.

"well, you're gonna miss out on everything, since you couldn't even find your quill when you placed it under your book."

hinata commented. he was referencing to the transfiguration class earlier that afternoon, when professor mcgonagall wanted us to take notes, but kageyama couldn't find his quill.

"oh, fuck off."

kageyama huffed, and jogged straight for the divination classroom. when the time came, you were at the charms classroom's entrance, near the astronomy tower. there were already lots of students by the time you got there. hinata's eyes sparkled at how pretty the entrance of the astronomy tower looked. there were floating lanterns, with balls of light that looked like stars in them, and bright ravenclaw blue ribbons and sashes hanging above the entrance. the students seemed to have dates or have brought their romantic partners along. you see familiar faces, like the slytherin twins from earlier, atsumu and osamu miya, with gorgeous girls from the houses of gryffindor and ravenclaw, even kuroo, with a boy that looked like a girl, with short bob hair that looked to be dyed blonde, as the roots of his hair were black. he seemed to be best friends with him, he seemed disinterested in the astronomy event as a whole, since he's just reading.

"woah, good job, g.g.g!'

hinata said, with an impressed voice and crossed arms.

"g.g.g? what's that?"

"gorgeous glasses girl! y'know the girl from earlier?"

you laughed, hinata's got such a creative mind, making all sorts of remarks here and there. kuroo waved and greeted you with a smile, dragging the poor ravenclaw along, the boy grimaces, as kuroo takes his book, and sort of 'confiscates' it.

"heyy, (name)! and of course, hello, shrimpy."

at the mention of the nickname 'shrimpy', the boy beside him, became a little less disinterested, his scowl transforming into a blank face, his eyes sparkling in interest juuuust a little at hinata. you're willing to bet they're really close. hinata wraps his arm around the two tone haired boy's shoulders, and they continue chatting about quidditch, quidditch teams, and if he (pudding head) will continue being a seeker after suffering a major injury. it seems that the pudding haired boy broke his arm in his last quidditch match, and it hit his motivation really badly. but then, it hits you, hinata's distracted, and he's slowly walking toward the astronomy tower without you.

"hey, hinata! hey— ugh, it's no use, he's incredibly distracted."

"haha, when they're talking, especially if they haven't seen eachother in so long, it's almost like they're in their own world."

kuroo crossed his arms, and watched them walk away.

"besides, you've got me now! i'm interesting to talk to, y'know!"

"you're interesting when you're interesting, and that's not right now."

"ouch."

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inside the tower, there were tables with roll-top chafing dishes in all shapes, similar to a muggle buffet. the food ranged from salads, pastries, meat dishes, desserts and drinks. the students were at the astronomy tower's railings, admiring the stars, there were a group of students who volunteered to sing on a built stage, dressed in shiny suits and dresses, singing songs in the genre of 'bossa nova'. kuroo had acompanied you in the tower, talking, or rather, complaining about how your brother's a little too charming for his tastes, and about how he's using that charm to weasel away from trouble, and left the blame onto him or his friends. well, that didn't sound uncharacteristic of him, you're speaking from experience, you didn't even bother to resonate with him since it's not like you've never tried to flutter your eyelashes a bit too hard to get yourself out of trouble. like brother, like sister.

but kuroo got a little caught up in the small crowd of his admirers, immediately healing his ego, and let you 'go on ahead'. you're fine with him just talking to someone and staying beside him, but this is still about the third time this has happened that evening. your mind wandered to the location of kageyama, and if he managed to find the item he's searching for, while swishing the party punch you've got in a glass, in your hands. some guys tried to get your attention, but you didn't bother. later, most of the girls in the room with you suddenly squealed. your brother, was fashionably late as usual. 'the best man in the room always comes late.' he always said that as an excuse when he's late for dinner, when he really just was snooping around your mum and dad's stuff from their time at hogwarts. oikawa approaches you, but you notice he has no partner. you look at him, confused.

"thought i'd show some decency and make a good impression on you."

"so you're only indecent when i'm.. not around?"

your brother hisses, obviously embarassed by how you took his words, but he knows you like to joke around.

"i'm surprised you're not in slytherin, seeing how your comments are."

"well, i know my limits."

"you know, we haven't had a proper conversation the entire day."

"i mean, i was busy with adjusting to a new environment."

he nods. then, from his robe's pockets, he takes out a box, one that's old, the printed red color on it is cracked, and he placed it in your hands.

"what's this?"

"the thing you gave me before you left with dad. you told me to return it to you when we meet again, but i couldn't find the right time to."

you look down at the box, and opened it. the specially enchanted mokeskin pouch that your parents had enchanted to share between yourselves, and a note, containing the promise of returning the box to you. you take out the pouch, and you opened it, inside was pictures of the two of you with your parents on vacation in romania, your mother's color changing gloves, and the invisible ink you bought with your first allowance of 40 galleons. your eyes softened at the items, and the memories that came with them, and you looked up at your brother with an emotional face.

"i thought you forgot."

"i certainly almost did."

you were slowly getting used to talking to your brother again, and it felt so warm being with family in an unfamiliar place. you look around, craning your neck to sort out a person in the crowd of red, yellow, green and blue.

"who are you looking for? you have a date or something, eh? eeeehhh?"

your brother squints his eyes at you, curious of who was able to convince his sister, despite your comfortable and chill personality, you usually refuse any advances that involve outright flirting.

"excuse you, i don't have one. just a friend i'm waiting for."

"that's exactly how it sounds like. a date."

"do you actually know what a date is?"

"you're asking the right person!"

you waved violently once you spotted the person you were waiting for—

"tobio kageyama! over here!"

"his full legal name, and everything. also, kageyama? that guy's your date?"

you lower your hand, once kageyama sees you, he was coming towards the both of you, then backs away a little bit once he sees oikawa.

"tobio, it's fine, just pretend he doesn't exist, did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"hey, you're not answering me!"

"oh, good evening, uhm, oikawa..? i never managed to find anything, so i'll have to continue looking before curfew."

"just call me (name), we're both oikawa, so it's kind of weird."

kageyama nods, but the tall toddler next to you is just looking between the gryffindor, and you. sort of like a 'what's your relationship with him???' you completely block your brother's prescence from your sight. he notices, and with a huff, he pushes the two of you away from eachother.

"you ought to stop.. being so.. so... frivolous!"

the chocolate haired boy you call your only sibling, sternly yells, and glares at the both of you, the other students glancing your way.

"what was that for?"

"it's almost to 10:30, so you two best be off to bed in your seperare houses, no boy and girl action shall happen between you kids, you hear?"

"hey, i was born 20 minutes earlier than you, you have no right to tell me what my bedtime is and the professors clearly allowed us to stay up past curf—"

the 20 minute younger oikawa sibling pushes both you and kageyama out of the astronomy tower, from the top, down the stairs, complaining about how he's acting like the older sibling, quite embarassing being babied by your younger by a few minutes brother. he heads back up and on his way up the stairs, he kept glancing at the both of you.

"he's weird."

kageyama remarked. you had nothing to say but you just gave him a nod to say that you definitely agree.

"should we go back up?"

kageyama looked down at you.

"no, i'm pretty sure tooru will stop us."

"fair point, i think that the professors might show up to interrupt to make sure that the party ends by 10:30."

he shrugged. at this point, you two were pretty tired.

"i'll just go to bed then, it's better if i sleep early anyways."

you raised your hand for a moment and dropped it, a lazy goodbye to the gryffindor behind you. but he calls out your name.

"(name)!"

you turn to the boy, a short distance seperates you two. you hummed to acknowledge his calling.

"i, uh.. isn't it rude to let a girl walk alone?"

"no? i don't think it is."

"oh, uhm, see you tomorrow.."

his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, and just awkwardly waved, and he walked in the seperate direction. weird. but you unknowingly turned down kageyama's very vague offer to walk you to your house's common room.

-

after a long walk from the astronomy tower to the hufflepuff girls dorms, you flop onto your bed, uniform still on, you're not even bothering to change into a nightgown. you rolled around in the sheets for a while, waiting for your eyes to feel heavy and fall asleep while practicing the spells of 'nox' and 'lumos'. the light flickers from the tip of your wand, as you say the required words for the spell to work, you were getting sleepy, your hand slowly letting go of your wand. before it slips through as your hands relax, a loud tap is heard on the glass of your window. you simply dismiss it. then, a louder tap echoes through the room, waking you up.

"oh, merlin's beard! what is that sound!?"

you drag yourself from your bed and assessed the window, the glass has been shaped, and you could barely make up what's outside. all you know is that the culprit of the window tapping is round. you open your window, to see a crow. a very beautiful one, its beak was holding onto a teeny tiny roll of parchment, a cloth rolled into it with very familliar patterns, tied shut into a neat bow, by a midnight blue silk ribbon.

"you got a message for me, little guy?"

you hold out your hand, so it can just drop it onto there and go back to its owner. it did, but it never left your side. you unroll the piece of paper, revealing the hankerchief your mother gave you before you went to america with your dad. the paper under it reads;

'you dropped this, be careful of your belongings.'

and nothing else was attatched. you were wondering why the crow wouldn't leave when messenger birds were usually trained to leave immediately after someone recieves something they brought. you squint at the object reteurned to you, and you look through your pockets to find they were empty. so you really dropped it.

"thank you, feathery friend. you can leave, but before you do.."

you tied the ribbon included with your missing hankerchief onto its neck, and the bird flew away. 'what a strange bird.' you thought. and you decided that was a sign for you to change into your nightgown and not sleep in your uniform.

-

the next day wasn't so bad, you were a little more familliar with the layout of the school, though you almost were late to charms class. speaking of charms, you just finished the class, and all of you were dismissed by professor flitwick early, since he figured that the next lesson would be too much to fit into one class. you had actually befriended the boys that you sat next to, the miya twins, though they were not your type of people, they were easy to get along with. one of your favorite moments in your first charms class would be when professor flitwick asked if you could magically persuade a pineapple to dance off your desk, and the miya twins just blasted their pineapples off the desk.

"well, professor, ya did say that we'd have 'ta get the pineapples off our desks, magically!" atsumu argued.

"and they did spin 'round a little.. wouldn't that count as a dance?" osamu backed his brother up.

"no, you blasted it using flipendo, and they didn't dance. two points from slytherin."

you chuckled to yourself at their ridiculous behavior. you felt a finger tap at your right shoulder, you turned, there was nothing there, then at your left, still nothing. you frantically turn and find the miya twins snickering at you.

"heya, pretty! ya ready for some lunch? we got great people to introduce ya to at our table!"

atsumu wrapped his arm around your shoulder. but osamu just stays by your side, students pass by, heading to the great hall or talking to their friends. you smile at atsumu, but in the distance behind him, was kageyama, with messed up hair, and a very disappointed professor mcgonagall scolding him for missing transfiguration, while on his way to the great hall. you look at him, he's pretty fucked up looking. his necktie isn't even tied, and he forgot one of his socks. then you notice, a silky, shiny blue ribbon, tied to his pinky finger. that very same midnight blue ribbon that you tied to the crow last night.

".. what the.."

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SURPRISE HAPPY APRIL FOOLS I PRABKED U I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS WAHAHAHAHA

[dazesanddoodles]

im so normal about the jk universe (blatant lie)

[cuttoncandyhair]

Niehime x Hogwarts AU, anyone? We don't stan J.K. Rowling in this house, but we can still love the story, right? Anyway, I thought it would be fun to sort everyone into their Hogwarts Houses.

Gryffindor: Leo, Jor, Sari Ravenclaw: Anubis Hufflepuff: Amit, Cyc, Lops Slytherin: Lante, Tetra

[wolfstargazer]

My brand

Quiet. Full of love and sadness. Slowest of slow burns. Lingering glances. Misunderstandings. Missed opportunities. Sexual tension. Era-accurate. Canon considerate. Friendship. Romance. Angst. Drama. Bittersweet. Nostalgia. Flashbacks. Dreams. Some OCs. Teen Marauders. Adult Wolfstar. First Wizarding War focus. Mostly T & M rating. A safe, still place full of tenderness.

Master list

Wolfstargazer Microfics (31/? | 9,739 | Ongoing) Wolfstar-centric microfics created in response to Wolfstar Microfic and other prompts on Tumblr.

Patient Potions Master (15/15 | 28,915 words | Complete) It is the beginning of another week during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts and tempers are once again tested during Double Potions. How will Harry cope with a week's worth of detentions? And will what is revealed during these detentions help him to accept Sirius' death? Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered (1/1 | 2,584 words | Complete | Remus Lupin Fest 2024) It is the Marauders final year at Hogwarts and the Graduation Ball is fast approaching. But Remus doesn't know how to dance. Luckily, he has just the friend to show him.

More about me below the cut

About me

30+, first Gen Wolfstar shipper and Maraudra-era fanfic writer from England. I work full time, study part time, and have three cats. My pronouns are she/her. I'm a neurospicy, ENFJ, triple Scorpio.

Why am I back?

I'm returning to the fandom after a long hiatus to edit and re-post my ancient fics. I will also be creating new work with the Marauders and the First Wizarding War at their heart.

I am currently dusting off the cobwebs by editing some ancient fics and dabbling in microfic writing.

What not to expect from my work?

All out smut. AU. Crossover. Wild canon divergence. Modern-day Marauders. Reader insertion. RPF. All out fluff. Muggle Marauders. Omegaverse.

What pairings can you expect?

My content focuses on the characters of Remus and Sirius. Their relationship, as friends, enemies and more is at the heart of what I write. Other pairings, romantic or otherwise, may be depicted.

Some final things -

My personal perspective of the characters and my headcanon has been formed over 20+ years in the fandom. As such, my perspectives are shaped by my experiences. These may sometimes differ to others, and those of new gen fans. I respect all fans to interpret characters any way they chose, and hope others will treat my content the same.

I do not endorse the views of J.K. Rowling in anyway. Her views are very painful to me and for a long time I had to step back from the fandom as a result. I want my blog and content to be a safe space, for myself and for others. This is my escape from the world.

I have not read All The Young Dudes. I had stepped back from the fandom for sometime when the fic exploded. I am grateful that so many people have found a route into the Marauder-era fandom through this work. I support all fellow creators of content who shape the world and characters in ways that speak to them.

Finally - if you want to know what it was like in the HP, Marauder-era, Wolfstar fandom trenches in the 2000s this article is a great starting point. Alternatively, ask me anything.

[gray-skiess]

over-the-ocean call | j.p.

summary: you and james tried to make long distance work

inspired by over-the-ocean call by lizzy mcalpine

warnings: no war au! , fem! reader , swearing , fluff to angst , maybe a resolution ??? , a vague understanding of how collect calls work, bad writing (probably), unedited, use of 'y/n' a couple times

i do not in any way endorse or support j.k. rowling

word count: 3.9k

masterlist

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third year

“Before we begin please make sure your partner next to you has properly secured their earmuffs”

Professor Sprout circled the rows of desks as students turned to one another, chatting for a bit while they waited for the next set of instructions. In the back of the classroom James Potter laughs at something Sirius Black says then looks at his own partner. He hadn’t had the need to speak to you all year, but all of the sudden there you were and he couldn’t think of a single reason why he hadn’t tried.

“How loud do you reckon they actually are?”

You’re pulled out of your daze, shifting your eyes to meet the hazel ones of your partner. You knew of James Potter and his friends. You were lucky enough to have never been subject to their merciless pranks, but heard tales of the four’s reputation and their seemingly reserved seats in detention. And now here James Potter was, asking you about Mandrakes and ‘how loud you reckon they are’

“Not louder than your mum in bed last night” Sirius interrupts in the background, James whips his head around and grimaces, “Gross mate, really?” Sirius shrugs, cackling to himself, and moves into conversation with Remus beside him. You laugh once and the ice between you and your tablemate is broken at long last. James smiles at the sound of your laugh, mentally making a note that he should hear it more.

“Sorry about that-” James starts but is quickly interrupted by Professor Sprout resuming her instruction.

“And now once you’re sure your ear muffs are on- grip the mandrake by the stem and pull firmly.”

Students all around lift their mandrakes and re-pot them according to the professor’s specific directions.

It wasn’t until after the class ended that James had the opportunity to speak to you again.

“That was some handiwork with those screechers.” You turn to him as you close your textbook. 

“What can I say, I guess I’m a natural” you muse and James’s smile only grows.

“I’m James by the way. Potter” he offers a smirk but not in a way where he expects you to be impressed but more in a genuine boyish way.

“I know who you are. I mean- everyone knows who you are. I’m Y/N. L/N.”

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“Lily I mean it- he blew up the poor bird, it was awful.” You walk next to Lily Evans between classes, a normal occurrence but somehow never dull. The two of you had been friends since first year, finding solace in being the only two of your roommates with any connection to the muggle world.

“Evans! L/N!” Sirius Black shouts down the hall. The pair of you stopped short, silently agreeing to continue your conversation later. Sirius, Remus, James and Peter pick up their pace to meet the two of you.

Months had passed since your first interaction with the marauders and since then you found yourself around them more often than not. You didn’t complain though, it was nice to have a secure group of friends at hogwarts, especially if it meant you didn’t have to awkwardly squeeze between random students in the great hall.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" You jest. James eyes you fondly, taking note of your warm smile. You met James’s eye and your own heart began to race. A moment of silence passed before Sirius stepped forward.

“Nothing at all, lovely L/N. Dearest Evans, will you accompany Remus, Peter and I on a stroll through the courtyard” Sirius winks at Lily, a mischievous glint in his demeanor. You looked between the trio and your friend, confusion taking over.

“But we were just-”

“Of course, Black. Let’s be on our way. I’ll catch up with you later,” Lily patted your shoulder once before leaving you in the hallway. You watched them walk down the hallway, a shortlived sense of betrayal overcoming you.

“Uhm- hi.” You looked back to James who watched Sirius and the other’s walk off just a moment longer. When he looked back to you a soft smile overcame his face.

“Hi.” James offered back then continued, “uhm I wanted to ask you something”. Your eyes widened slightly at the stutter in your heartbeat. You and James have spent loads of time together in the past. Why was now any different? Was it related to your sudden longing to run your fingers through his dark curls? Or the giddyness you felt whenever he called you something sweet?

“Yeah of course,” You shook your head and brought your thoughts back to the present conversation, “What’s up?”

“Well, you know there’s a Hogsmede trip coming up,” James started, his head dropped to watch the shuffling of his feet, “I was- well I thought maybe you’d like to, uhm, come with me? To the three broomsticks or anywhere else?” James didn’t meet your eye again until he finished his statement. He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. Your eyes brightened and you took a step toward the boy.

“Like a date?” You asked, hopeful. Jame’s features lit up. “Yeah, like a date.”

---

seventh year

The marauders sat in the Gryffindor common room, celebrating finally being done with their N.E.W.T.s. While Lily cradled a bowl of popcorn in her lap on an armchair, Peter played a card game Remus and Sirius watched his boyfriend with adoration, you and James sat on the couch in complete bliss.

The past few weeks had been stressful on everyone, studying for exams and keeping up with classes meant very little time to galavant around the castle or even converse with friends for more than a few minutes. Exams finally being over was the best thing to happen to your friends. Relief washed over not only you and your friends but the entirety of Hogwarts. Where once the libraries were full and free spaces were sparse- now that same population was found out on the green or near the Black Lake.

“I am so glad we’re finally done. It feels like I can finally breathe” You let out a sigh, playing with the few rings on James’s fingers. Sirius nodded enthusiastically and Peter looked up for a minute, missing the jack that had just been laid down and thus losing that round of cards.

“I think it’s best for all of us that we are never given a test again” Peter concludes and sits back on his knees, taking a few chips from one of the bowls of snacks placed around the floor. Lily hums in agreement.

“It’s strange to think that we’re almost done with our studies altogether” Remus comments, “Hogwarts feels like my entire life”. It was James’s turn to nod now. “Now is when the rest of our lives begin.” Dorcas and Marlene walked into the common room then, swinging the fat lady portrait open, Mary not too far behind them. The three girls joined the group in front of the dormant fireplace. Mary ruffled Sirius’s hair then stole a handful of popcorn from Lily. 

“So, how are we celebrating?” Dorcas grins, leaning against the back of the couch where you and James are sat.

“This isn’t celebrating?” Peter asked, his eyebrows raising slightly.

“Heavens no!” Sirius jumps up, “We have to take on the town, we are done with the last ever standardized tests we will have to take! We don’t have to worry about remembering the ingredients to whatever bloody potion Slughorn demands ever again!” James laughs at this, having had to study particularly hard for the potions exam.

You look up at your boyfriend, quickly pecking him on his jaw then looking at the rest of your friends.

“I’m out, I still have muggle studies tomorrow” Remus sighs, beginning to put the card game away.

“Booo” you exclaim.

“Speaking of, Y/N, aren’t you supposed to leave after we graduate? For America or something?” Peter inquires. Eyes are suddenly on you. Your neck grows hot at remembering your father’s request to join him in America to get in touch with your muggle half.

“Uh, yeah…” You trail, finding your thumbs twiddling more interesting than anything else in that moment. James slings an arm over your shoulder and rubs it comfortingly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“What’s your guys’ plan for that? Surely long distance?” Sirius swat’s Remus’s thigh at his statement. 

James looks down at you, a certain fondness having never left his eye since that first day in Herbology. The two of you had held off on talking about life after Hogwarts. You had tried to bring it up to James, but the boy deflected the topic each time- ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it’- but now the bridge was a mere few feet away and no plan had been made.

You were nervous, scared even and if James was too- he didn’t show it.

“We’ll work it out.” He was terrified.

---

months later

You stopped in the middle of the airport. Your friends rallied behind you, not quite ready to say goodbye but ready to see you move into the next point of your life.

You turned to face your friends, a suitcase on either side of you. Lily took a step forward and was the first to bring you into a tight embrace.

“You have my number- please call. I don’t care how much it costs, I can't not talk to you ever again.” She muttered so only the two of you could hear. You wrapped your arms around the redhead and tears pricked at your eyes. Before now you and Lily hadn’t been apart for more than a few months over 7 years. You didn’t know what you were going to do without her.

After a moment Lily stepped back, she wiped a few tears from her vibrant eyes. Remus and Sirius were the next to step up.

“Good luck out there Y/N, it’s been a pleasure.” Sirius put a hand on your shoulder and you laughed at his serious expression. “I’m not going off to war, Black, I’ll be back to visit soon enough.” you pulled the boy into a hug. When the two of you broke apart you turned to Remus. You and him hadn’t been very close, but he was still a very dear friend in your heart.

“You’re going to do great things, Y/N.” He offered a small and sad kind of smile. You nodded “You will too Lupin. You’re one of the smartest people I know.” You and Remus hugged each other, he patted your back a few times then went to join the group.

Your remaining friends- Peter, Dorcas, Marlene, Mary, even Regulus (though you were sure he was there because his brother was his ride)- said their goodbyes, and with each hug from your loved ones, it became clearer to you how hard this was going to be. You couldn’t believe you were leaving. It didn’t feel real and you didn’t want it to be.

James stood at the back of the group, taking a few steps forward. His eyes still puffy from your joint crying session the night before.

“I- I don’t know where to begin-” he started, in front of you now. You took his hands in yours, trying to keep yourself from sobbing in the middle of the airport. 

“We’ll be okay, James. I promise. I will call and write and I’m looking for times I can come visit.” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself. Hogwarts had been your entire life, you didn’t think you’d ever truly be prepared to leave. You lifted a hand to brush the side of his handsome face, pulling lightly on a stray curl.

“I know.” James responded and moved his hands to wrap around you. One last hug. You squeezed the boy for what seemed like forever. James pulled back for a moment and dipped his head down to yours, capturing your lips with his. One last kiss. This kiss was made of eagerness and uncertainty. You wanted to believe you would see him soon, that you would see all of your friends soon but the only thing you were sure of was that you couldn’t be sure of anything.

When the two of you broke apart you looked up at a clock on a wall and dropped your head. Your flight was leaving in an hour and a half and you still had to make it through security. Sorrow swallowed your heart, and you couldn’t bear to look up at your boyfriend- it would only make it harder.

“I have to go.” your words were soft, barely above a whisper and even if James didn’t hear you, he could’ve caught the message.

“What if I came with you-” Your head sprung back up, meeting James’s eyes once more. Your brows furrowed, “What-?”

“I can still buy a ticket, probably. I’ll come with you, I’ve always wanted to go to America.” James grabbed your hands once more and tears pricked your eyes.

“James…” you trailed and the boy nodded in understanding. His head dropped and he nodded. James knew he couldn’t go with you. Not now as he is starting his quidditch career. When he looked back up his eyes were glassy, leftover tears threatening to fall. He couldn’t cry though, he knew it wouldn’t do anything in the grand scheme.

“I love you,” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You sniffed, smiling sadly.

“I love you too. I’ll call you as soon as I can find a phone.” You pulled your hands from his and took your suitcases. James took a single step back and watched you take a deep breath and begin to walk towards the security line.

It took everything in you to not look back, because if you did, you knew you’d never make it to America.

---

approximately two months later

You knew it would be hard accommodating to your new life, but you didn’t think you would be so immediately homesick. The culture shock wasn’t even the worst part. You could get used to the different accents and driving on the other side of the road but what you couldn’t get used to was your roommate.

Lydia seemed nice, she really did, and you tried your best to get along with her when you initially moved into the university dorms. She just- wasn’t around much. Constantly partying and going out with her American friends meant you were alone most of the time in an unfamiliar city.

You tried your best to keep in contact with your father but his job left him unavailable as well for most of the day.

But by now you had established a routine- go to class, stop by a little cafe on the way home, study, call whoever was awake back home, go to sleep, repeat. Tonight you called Lily.

“So your roommate is out again?” Lily sat on her own couch, the chord of her phone stretched almost to capacity in an effort to catch some privacy from her family in the other room.

“Yeah, I don’t even know how she finds something to do every night. I mean- it’s Wednesday, there can’t be much open tonight.” You laid your head back onto your pillow, staring up at your ceiling.

“I mean, it sounds like she’s got wicked stamina,” Lily joked. You laughed with her. You missed her knowing smirk whenever she joked with you.

“Yeah I guess so. Hey, have you heard from James recently? I keep trying to catch him but haven’t been able to get through.” Your smile fell a bit, hoping Lily would offer some reassurance about your missing boyfriend.

“Uh yeah- him, the guys and I went out the other night to a pub- that’s why I didn’t pick up Saturday. I thought he would’ve called you afterwards.” Your frown deepened. You knew Quidditch was going to eat up his time but you didn’t think he wouldn’t have any time at all for a quick catch up.

“He didn’t- but I’m sure he’s fine. I’ll try him again a bit later” You and Lily talked for a while longer before she had to leave for work. You checked the time- you should get to bed soon but you couldn’t without trying James one more time.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri-

“Hello?”

“James? Finally- I feel like I haven’t heard your voice in forever.” You smiled.

“Love, I am so sorry about not picking up- I know these collect calls are a lot- I’ve just been busy with quidditch and work-”

“Hey no- I get it. I’ve been pretty locked in too.” You sat up, turning to look out the window next to your bed. “I’m just glad I got through to you.”

You and James talked for what seemed like forever, though in reality it was only an hour or two. When you two finally hung up you felt a sense of relief wash over you. In the back of your mind you were worried James might have been avoiding you for whatever reason. 

Yours and James’s calls became more frequent after that- even if it was just a quick call to say “I love you”. You even started going out with your roommate- maybe she finally caught on to your loneliness and started inviting you out with her and her friends.

Things were looking up. For a while.

You had originally planned to return home for the winter holidays, wanting to check in on your mother and friends, but as work picked up you began to doubt that you would make it back. For some reason your professors believed it was a good idea to assign a ton of homework for the winter break- and your father began insisting on you getting a part time job to fill some of the empty spaces in your life.

“James I-”

“No I understand- you’re still adjusting over there. I just thought it wouldn’t be this long until I saw you again” James was pacing in his kitchen. Euphemia and Fleamont watched their son with worry. They had never seen him so distressed.

“I know darling, but I didn’t think I would be this busy during the holidays.” You were sat on the edge of your bed. A stack of paperwork waited for you a couple feet away. “And I’m really busy right now so could we just- talk about this later?” You felt yourself getting a little choked up- but held back any tears.

“Yeah- yeah whatever. Talk to you later y/n.” James sounded defeated as he slammed the phone back on the hook. He grabbed his coat and walked out the front door.

You on the other hand tried to get your bearings together because no matter what the state of your relationship was- your homework wasn’t going to wait.

---

You and James didn’t talk much after that. You didn’t know how to talk to him since it looked like you would be in America for longer than planned. The next time you called him you were on spring break.

“Hey James.” When you spoke your voice was nervous. You didn’t want to fight with him again.

“Hi lovely.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Uhm, how’s school?”

“Good, it’s good. Lot’s of work, per usual. But… good.” It was awkward. It was never awkward. Not with James.

“That’s uh- good to hear. Quidditch is going well. We won this past weekend and everyone came to see it. Remus got trashed at the after party if you can believe it,” You smiled at this. You knew he would be doing great things. You wanted to be there for him more than anything.

“That’s amazing,” You wanted the best for him, and since your last talk your mind has been racing. In the back of your mind you knew you needed to let go before it was harder for both of you.

This was the farthest thing from what you wanted to do.

“Jamie,” James stopped his ramble about how the weather had been recently, “James, I-” you started tearing up. Despite your best efforts your voice began to betray you.

“What’s wrong lovely?” Oh how you wanted one of his famous James Potter hugs right now.

“I- it’s been really hard being so far from you all. And all I want- all I’ve ever wanted is the best for you. I just- I don’t think-” You stopped to take a breath “I think we should break up.” 

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” James swore he could feel his heart shattering.

“I mean think about it James, we never have time to call- who knows when I’m going to make it back over there. It’s just- it isn’t realistic for us to stay together. It’s hurting us both. I want you to go far in your career and you can’t do that if you’re staying up until the crack of dawn to talk to me” It took everything for you to not break down. “I don’t think this is working anymore.”

James was quiet for a moment, on his end of the line he was in shock. He knew things had been hard and the two of you had been distant recently but nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Is that what you want?”

No.

“Yes.” You squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You ran a hand over your face before speaking again. “I love you so much James, I think I always will. But this is too hard on the both of us to prolong the inevitable any more than we already have. I hope we can still be friends but the pressure of a relationship from so far away and so much uncertainty on when we’ll even be able to talk to each other…”

James was quiet again.

Fleamont had walked into the kitchen where James was sitting on the counter next to the phone. His son had been worried about the state of his relationship- even going so far as to inquire about plane tickets to America but he couldn’t find a good enough time.

On a certain level James knew what you were talking about. He was only getting busier the more he practiced for quidditch and looking for a place to move out into now that he had a steady income.

On a certain level, James agreed with you. He just didn’t want to.

“We can work it out. I’ll call more and- and I can come visit you-” You shook your head even though he couldn’t hear you.

“James…” You trailed off. Just like you had at the airport when you left. He knew that you had made up your mind. “This- calling every night, and then having to do work after, it’s- it’s exhausting. I’m so tired of giving myself hope that a relationship over the phone will work forever.”

“You’re-” James sniffed, his own tears forming in his eyes, “You’re probably right.”

With that you hung up the phone, finally allowing yourself to break down. Your roommate came in, stunned when she saw you hunched over and crying. She sat next to you on your bed and held you. You sobbed into her shoulder for the rest of the night.

After you had hung up James didn’t know what to do with himself. He hung up the phone and walked past his father and out the door. He soon found himself at Sirius and Remus’s apartment a couple blocks away and when they answered the door it’s like they could tell what happened.

An over the ocean call is how I told him ‘this isn’t working anymore’...

part 2 (ish) here; over-the-ocean call ending request

[madrigaljail]

Interlude

Would you like some celebrity AU in these trying times? Have some nonsense; don't worry about Eli, he's an OC, it's fine.

*

“Finally tonight, my producers won’t let me end the show without discussing the most compelling story in the nation, a tale of intergenerational drama which begs the question: which speaks to you most? Do you like a redemption arc, recognition coming after decades of struggle? Or a reward for raw, young talent the likes of which has never before been seen? These questions will possibly be answered Sunday night, when the Emmy Awards give a trophy to…a Best Supporting Actor in a Drama.

“On the one hand you have Bruno Madrigal, whose offscreen exploits have overshadowed his work for decades. In recent years, however, he’s become beloved by children as the voice of Hernando the Crab in the animated Shore Thing film series and attracted critical acclaim in indie films such as The Collaboration and onstage in an off-Broadway revival of Endgame. Now he’s nominated for his role as Oscar Ramos, a pedicab driver with a secret in AMC’s thriller Upper West. 

“Then there’s his nephew, Camilo Madrigal, who has veered away from the music careers of his mother and sister to follow - cautiously, we hope - in his uncle’s acting footsteps. He has more than a knack for it, given his star turn as nine different characters…or maybe it’s the same one in different phases, who knows what’s happening on Max’s scifi-horror hit Idle Hands? My nephew’s tried to explain it several times, but I’ve given up figuring it out.

“So, where do you fall: Team Camilo, or Team Bruno? Personally I think we as a society should have moved past these hashtag labels a long time ago, but if I were a betting man? I’d say the Madrigals are going to split the voters and we’ll get the winner we deserve, the venerable J.K. Simmons.

“That’s it for me this evening, stay tuned for the latest headlines on ‘Nightbeat’, and I’ll see you back here bright and early Sunday morning for ‘Mas with Guzmán’. Buenos noches.”

The news program theme music played, and Bruno would have continued mindlessly playing Candy Crush on his phone but-

“You know there’s a rumor you slept with that guy.”

Bruno glanced to his right. Eli was slumped the corner of the couch, smirking, light brown hair tousled and hazel eyes glancing his way with a mischievous twinkle. Bruno scowled.

“You don’t- that’s ridiculous. I can’t help it if people think we had chemistry or there were ‘sparks flying’ in that interview or whatever, but it’s all…fanflick?”

Eli laughed and gently kicked his shin, he retaliated by pinching his knee. “Fanfic, boomer.”

“Everybody really does forget about Gen X,” Bruno muttered, then shook his head. “Anyway. The point is I can’t believe people still think Pulitzer prize winning reporter José Guzmán would risk his journalistic integrity by hooking up with me.”

“Depends.” Eli straightened up to lean closer, waggling his eyebrows. “Is ‘journalistic integrity’ what he calls his-”

“Guys! I’m still right here!” 

They both cringed and glanced over the back of the sofa towards the kitchen, where Mirabel had taken over the island in a flurry of embroidery floss. She’d swiveled around on the barstool to give them a glare, but a smile still tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, Mira.”

She nodded, satisfied. “Thank you.” A moment or two slipped by, a perfect pause, before she went on. “But you totally did hook up with him, right?”

Bruno blinked, turned back to the TV, and picked up the remote. “I am changing the channel. It’s a metaphor for changing the subject.”

Shortly after that Mirabel presented him with a baseball cap emblazoned with “#TeamCamilo”, and a black necktie which she’d decorated with symbols representing all of the Madrigal family…and a blue, pink, and white striped heart for Eli. Bruno happily wore both on the Emmys red carpet two nights later.

*

A/N: he did totally hook up with him. Celebverse!José is basically Anderson Cooper. Yes he does get stuck doing New Year's Eve with Andy Cohen still, it's fine. As for who wins the Emmy, it's been almost two years and I am still not sure.

[kitkatscabinet]

big get fucked to J.K Rowling and any transphobes I in no way support her. I do not read the books/watch the movies/buy the merch. Her opinions and lots of what she wrote is trash

Harry Potter Au but it's during the timeline of the books.

This ended up being way fucking longer than I thought so:

Aegon is in Harry's year. Aemond is a first year when they're in 4th year and Jace joins Hogwarts a year after Aemond.

Contains hcs for Aemond's and Jace's first year and Aegon's 4th.

(Helaena is a ravenclaw and a year younger than Aegon)

Aemond:

We all saw it coming but he's a Slytherin. Pureblood, comes from one of the most prestigious magical families in history.

He longs to uphold the family line/tradition and is both incredibly cunning and ambitious. While yes he's very intelligent, he learns to further his own goals and standing so it's a no brainer really

Aemond is a true loner. he has no friends even within his own house. the children his age are hardly representative of what their house should be and he thinks many of them to be sheep.

The Targaryen's did not fight for voldemort, Viserys' first wife was a halfblood after all. The Hightower's however, while not openly, did support his regime from the shadows.

It's during the first task of the Triwizard tournament that he bumps into an overly friendly fourth-year Hufflepuff.

she thinks he's just the cutest little thing and when she notices how much he brightens when he sees the dragons she asks if he likes them

Aemond ends up ranting at her for three hours before he realises what he's done. but she doesn't seem mad. In fact she thanks him and leans down to kiss his cheek.

from there he starts to see her everywhere, and everytime she sees him she'll talk to him.

he spends hours discussing everything from magical regulation laws to how he's adjusting to hogwarts.

she's the kindest, prettiest, smartest and funniest woman in the entire world he quickly decides.

one of the older boys confronts him about spending so much time with a puff, and even worse, a mudblood.

Aemond is a little distraught and confused. He didn't buy into the same prejudices as most of his housemates but still, muggleborns weren't as strong or wise as purebloods.

But... you were. You were quick-witted, and fierce and hardworking.

He thinks you're more of a dragon than his father

he pulls away a little and you give him space, but not before letting him know you'll always be available

Aemond's forgotten what it's like to be lonely and decides he cares little for it.

sits next to you for breakfast one morning and you are over the moon, introducing him to all your other friends who all fawn over him.

he sees you cry for the first time when Diggory dies. You try to hide your sorrow from him but he refuses to leave your side.

This is when he vows to get strong enough to be your protector, to be worthy enough for you.

Voldemort is back and you're one of his causes targets, he wont let anything happen to you.

Jace:

Gryffindor. The picture of chivalry.

He's a year younger than Aemond and quickly becomes one of Mcgonnagall (I forgot how to spell her name) favourites because he's so polite and well mannered.

he is still a lion though and has earned himself plenty of detentions for punching bigoted slytherins.

his mother has tried to claim him as a pureblood but everyone knows he's a halfblood.

While jace doesn't care about blood status so much, he does care about the implications it has on his mother.

he's popular with both students and teachers

gets lost in the first week of school and runs into a very pretty Ravenclaw first year who's also late because they spent too long in the library

it's love at first sight, especially when she tells Flitwick that she had gotten lost and Jace had helped her.

he's James potter if James wasn't a fuckin twat.

some of the staff refer to the two of you as the next James and lily but truthfully Mcgonnagall knows you're closer to being the second coming of a polite James and a studious Sirius

he's far more courteous though, and while he's the farthest thing from smooth when he actually does have feelings it's kind of endearing.

study dates (he can't wait until you can both go to hogsmeade).

it only takes him half a year before he writes his mother to beg her to let you stay during the holidays.

The two of you are attached at the hip and many of the staff are genuinely dismayed when your houses have classes apart. Not as dismayed as you and Jace though.

You've already planned out your future electives so you can have as many classes as possible together.

his mother likes you very much, but you and Daemon and seem to hate each other.

you are always competing with his step father, throwing snarky comments and trying to outdo the other.

Anyone that thinks its ridiculous Daemon had picked a nemesis in an 11 year old very wisely keeps that thought to themselves.

Well that is, after some pureblood on the lower end of the social hierarchy had said so at the latest ball and you had hexed him beyond recognition.

Screaming that only you could say such things about Daemon.

"I thought you hated Daemon???" "Why would you think that? I love Daemon more than I love you"

Jace becomes insanely studious after that harsh blow. he also begins training to join the quidditch team. Something that Daemon hadn't been on.

Aegon:

Genuinely the hardest to choose a house for. but he's a Gryffindor as well. If just for the fact he is none of the other three.

Aegon wants to distance himself from his family

But he has the potential to be brave and chivalrous, the hat has placed him exactly where he needs to be. Alicent (ravenclaw) is less than pleased but Viserys is delighted he's taking after Rhaenyra

he in 4th year with Harry and is only the second biggest pariah at the school because of the triwizard situation.

he has no friends. He's known as the biggest twat in the school

the twins are the only ones that like him, they're oddly perceptive to how Aegin really feels and it freaks him out.

Oh and that one girl that's somehow in all his classes, is always in the common room when he's there and almost always eats with him, even though she's super popular and has lots of friends.

she's a chaser on the quidditch team, gets along well with the so called 'golden trio' and is the perfect mix of daring, precocious and charming that all the teachers seem to love her.

she's so perfect it pisses him off, and it seems that no matter what he says or does she's sticking around.

she's a half blood, not that Aegon cares. but he knows grandfather will, and for that he tolerates her presence

(it's not because he's lonely and she actually pays attention to him, sees him for him)

his house members sneer that he doesn't belong.

Aegon knows this, but he also knows he belongs even less in all the other houses. A complete outsider everywhere he goes.

he's used to hearing such sentiments.

so when you stand and start to screech in fury in the middle of the great hall, throwing food, insults and hexes at every person that had every badmouthed him before the teachers could intervene

you lost an insane amount of house points as well as 'friends' and social standing as well as gained detention for the rest of the year

but you had officially gained one positive thing that nearly nobody else had. Aegon's love

and even if you hadn't you would still do it again.