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audreyscribes · 3 months

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🥂HEBE: Goddess of Youth and Forgiveness 🙏

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, things start to make sense. You smell fresh, your skin is bouncier and smoother than usual. A cup appears in your hand, in a form that is familiar to you and it is filled with your favourite comfort drink. You take a sip and it makes you feel right at home and brings you vigour to you.

Your half-siblings explain that cup is magical and is also your cup-bearer. It never goes empty, at its optimal temperature and freshness, and you can share your drink like a fountain for others to drink at your own will. The catch is it is limited to only one, non-alcoholic drink, which is the same drink that appeared when you got claimed.

They say the drink tells a lot about the individual, however, there have been some questionable drinks such as one child of Hebe who had a goblet that had never ending pickle juice. At some point, they had to get the drink changed by going to Hebe if they could have a different drink because of reasons that led to pickle juice incidents.

It’s not just a never-ending drink beverage. It’s actually a pretty effective weapon. You see its potential use when you had the insane idea to create a flood and took a shot when you saw a horde of monsters. Like turning on the hose all the way, the drink shot out of the chalice like a firefighter’s hose, the strength of it pushing you backwards from the force of it, all the while a flood of your drink flooded away the monsters. Percy Jackson came forwards and was confused yet laughing his stomach off when he came over because of-said flood.

Being a child of Hebe makes sense when you look at yourself. There’s a sense of youthfulness to you. You’re either baby-faced and/or have been mistaken regularly for a younger age. It may be convenient at times while also being very annoying to deal with, but at least the slight annoyance is smoothed over the fact that you are a child of Hebe, and from what you hear about your godly parent, it just makes sense.

To a certain degree, some children of Hebe can magically turn themselves to look younger than their actual age, but they can’t look older than they actually are. However, don’t do this too much because there’s a chance you might not be able to reverse it in a timely manner. Don’t worry, according to Hebe, the max limit you’ll be able to turn young is at 8 years old. Anyways, enjoy getting those sweet children prices and discounts!

Though you also have a ‘childish’ trait that is just a part of you; either something like baby fat, soft baby-like hair, a childish voice- once you’re claimed though, you learn how to control it on command. You have no idea how useful it is as a tactic to deceive your foes by using a child’s like voice to drop down their guard to only attack them right after.

Being a child of Hebe also means children are naturally drawn to you. If you’re not a big fan of children, don’t worry about it. There’s some sort of effect that makes the children around you be very well-mannered.

You can also make people look more youthful; for a more powerful child of Hebe, they can make others look actually young. You can make a good business in giving people good skincare, which is revolving clients from the Aphrodite cabin . Or make great bucks from the Hermes cabin alone to make the campers look young and open a whole lot of more pranks.

In all seriousness, the children of Hebe are probably let out on more minor quests by Chiron with the Satyrs looking for young demigods. If you don’t like being in school, I get it but you have an important task of seeking any potentially endangered demigods and protecting them from monsters that threaten them.

There’s a strange thing among the children of Hebe that isn’t even conscious. You know how sometimes parents will keep a memento of their child when they were little? Like the locks of their hair when they were a baby or your baby teeth? Well, all children of Hebe still have it and have them on them. Like the children of Tyche, it acts as their lucky item or in this case, their totem, amulet or what have you. You have heard many stories of how your fellow half-siblings have to protect your lock of baby hair from others to preserve their youthfulness to actually fighting off the tooth fairies. Apparently, children of Hebe baby teeth are very prized among the tooth fairies-

Hebe sends you guys arcade games or just ordinary games, regularly for you all to play, as she manages an arcade called “Hebe Jeebies”. It’s a blast to the past and you’ll find yourself transported back to your childhood.

Speaking of childhood, children of Hebe are masters of childhood joy and nostalgia. This ranges from being able to name and make toys from anyone’s childhood to saying nostalgic memes, references, and such. You are abhorred when younger demigods don’t know “What is Love” by Haddaway. Good thing you know Rick Astley will Never Gonna Give You Up.

With Hebe also being worshipped closely with her mother, Hera, you and your siblings manage Hera’s cabin-temple as proxy. If anyone is going to survive Hera’s wrath or one of her bad days, it’s the children of Hebe. Your cabin is treated like a hero because of this.

If you’re a fan of chicken, well good news for you! Well, if you like the animal chicken and not actually eating chicken as a meat. Hebe’s sacred animal is the chicken so it’s not unusual to have a chicken coop.

Not many people know that Hebe is also considered the goddess of Forgiveness. Like Aphrodite and charmspeak, you can talk to people to forgive themselves, and in others as well. You don’t tell them that they have to forgive and forget, that they’re allowed to remember but forgive, but at some point the burden will become too much and you can let go.

When you get claimed, you feel slightly rejuvenated and giddy that you haven’t felt in a very long time. You almost felt like a super young again, before you were still unaware of the world of the gods. You weren’t sure if it was just the fact that you got claimed or it was Hebe’s blessing. Your skin definitely felt tighter, plump, and soft like a baby. As you were inspecting your arm and how smooth it was, you also caught the whiff of something like warm milk and baby powder?

You saw something shimmer in the sky and you squinted. The light seemed to blend a bit before it took a form. You saw what looked like to be a chalice before it floated down into your hands. As soon you grasped it, it became heavier. You inspected its outside appearance before you could hear something like liquid? You raised the chalice up a bit to peer the interior and then out of nowhere, liquid began to spill out of it. You let out a gasp and sputtered, pulling back the chalice as it filled with the mysterious liquid.

Upon instinct, your tongue darted out to lick off what was on your lips before you wiped off what you could with your arm. Then the taste finally hits you.

You blinked in confusion, smacking your tongue against the root of your mouth to gather the taste again before realisation hit you. You looked at the chalice, the liquid seemingly familiar to you before you tentatively brought the rim to your lips. You tipped the chalice just so and took a careful sip. The liquid poured out of the chalice and it flowed in a familiar way to you before and you gasped in glee at the taste.

It was your favourite drink of your favourite flavour. It was the right consistency, the right temperature, and its peak state that you liked so much. You looked at the chalice in awe. Inspecting it and wondered how you even had it, and it’s appearance before you heard shouts.

You looked up and saw a large boy with dark skin with remarkable features. You looked at him in awe and you faintly noted the Brazilian flag around his person. He greeted you with a bright white smile as he waved, before he began to speak happily.

“Ola! meu nome é Paolo! filho de Hebe e seu novo irmão. Prazer em conhecê-lo!” he introduced himself.

You understood what he was saying completely fine and waved, introducing yourself in your own native language. Paolo’s eyes lit up as he understood you fine as well, before he began to talk to you eagerly. You wondered if the children of Hebe all spoke different languages, they still understood each other properly. If this was true, you wondered if it had to do something with the language of Youth, how babies seemingly talked and understood each other, even if they had differences, yet seemed to share a deep innate language with each other.

“Come, come, let me show you around!” said Paolo, gesturing to you to follow. He happily helped you grab your stuff from the Hermes cabin and led you to your new cabin.

When you entered it and felt a strong wave of nostalgia hit you, even though this was your first time in this cabin. There was just something about it that seemed familiar to you however. Even the bed you were given reminded you of your childhood bed, if not its appearance but how it felt. The entire cabin had bits of nostalgia as you saw stuff from your own childhood, as if the cabin had catered areas of pieces of your time existing.

As Paolo introduced you to the cabin and showed you around, you both shared your own drinks from your own chalices, Paolo introduced you to a soft drink called Guarana, while you let him taste your personalised drink from your own chalice. He showed you his chalice in the form of a different vessel and showed you how to change your own chalice shape into your preferred form; whether it could be a regular mug, a tiny teacup, a kiddie cup, or whatever you so desired with any appearance and design on it.

The two of you continued to share drinks and talk, letting you get to know more about each other; comparing your own childhoods with each other, your cultures, and the similarities and differences between you.

a/n: Sorry to the Brazilians and Portguese speakers for the use of google translate. I've tried to remember of what I've heard before and reviewing the Brazilians speaking to get a sense of casual speaking when I was watching the QSMP but hope it's bearable. Please forgive me 🙏 if someone gives me a better way of saying it, send me an ask, I'll replace it with that

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happyandticklish · 3 years

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Not Just An Annoyance

Notes: For the ask by @ticklish-sidekick. Based somewhere between the Titan’s Curse and The Battle of the Labrynth. As someone who was once the younger kid with the stupidly obvious crush on their older peers, I related a lot to Nico throughout the series. I hope you enjoy my sweet emo child as he receives all the tickles he deserves! :)

Summary: Nico keeps annoying Percy to get him to tickle him, and Percy is oblivious as per usual.

“What’s that?”

Percy jumped near out of his skin at the sudden presence of the other boy peering over his shoulder, banging his knee into the cafeteria table. There was something about the way Nico moved that made him slightly uneasy, like he was sliding out of the shadows. He glanced down at the sword Nico had asked about, which mere moments before had been a pen; Percy had wanted to polish it while everyone else was out at activities.

Evidently, not everyone.

“Uh, it’s my sword,” Percy answered, holding it up for him to examine. “Riptide, technically. Haven’t you seen it before, in battle?”

Nico’s eyes widened at the sight. Before Percy could do anything the boy had snatched it out of his hands, running his fingers over the blunt side of the blade. “Yeah, I mean, a couple times. I’ve never seen it up close though. How come it has a name? How does it turn from a pen into a sword? Do you actually know how to fight with this? Could I try?”

The questions buzzed around Percy’s head, whizzing too fast for him to concentrate on one. He decided to focus on the last one, as he figured that was the most prominent one. “Absolutely not. You’ll get yourself killed.”

He held out his hand for the sword, but Nico was already swinging the sword down in a wide arc, flushing in excitement as it whooshed through the air. “Awesome.”

“Nico, c’mon, give me my sword back.” Percy stood up, attempting to wrestle the hilt of the sword away from him. Nico was small and squirrely however, and easily evaded his grasp, clumsily slashing at empty air several more times. “That’s not safe, you know. And your technique is all wrong.”

“Then teach me the right way,” Nico responded brazenly, completely oblivious to Percy’s growing annoyance.

Percy narrowed his eyes at the insolence. He knew the kid didn’t mean to get in his way, but that didn’t stop him from making endless troubles for Percy. He thought back to Manhattan, and all the times he had acted up in similar manners. He remembered a certain technique his mom had used on him in those circumstances, and he figured they would surely be just as effective now.

While Nico was distracted attempting to heft Riptide into a natural thrust, Percy managed to sneak up behind him and place both hands on his sides. Nico froze, his entire face going red though Percy of course couldn’t see that.

“Give me the sword Nico,” Percy demanded. “Or else.”

Nico stiffened, trying to act brave through his apprehensive confusion. “No. I’m still using it.”

“Okay,” Percy said, shrugging as if to say the matter was taken out of his hands. “You asked for it.”

The last thing Nico expected was for two pairs of fingers to dig suddenly into his sides as Percy enacted his tried and true method. Nico jumped, bursting into uncontrollable giggles as he squirmed in his hands.

“N-Nohohoho!” Nico protested, attempting to wriggle out of his grip but finding that Percy’s strength vastly outmatched his own. “Ahahaha, Nahahat fahahahair!”

“Are you gonna give me the sword?” Percy asked, knowing that technically speaking Nico’s grip was weak enough on the weapon by now that he could grab it himself if he wanted. He decided it was more fun this way, however. “Hmm? What’s that? Are you at a loss for words?”

That’s a first.

“Stahahahap!” Nico screeched, dropping the sword finally and attempting to pry away Percy’s hands. “Ehehehe, pffft, nohohoho mohohore!”

“Are you gonna leave me alone?”

“Yehehehes!”

“And quit asking so many questions?”

“Yehehehes, yehehes!”

Finally Percy backed off and Nico collasped to the ground, wrapping his arms protectively around his middle. Percy calmly retrieved his sword while the other glared at him. “Tickling is not fair.”

“It’s called strategy,” Percy informed him, bumping him affectionately with his foot as he walked by. “See, you did learn something.”

Nico watched as Percy capped his sword, the weapon instantly shrinking down into a pen that he pocketed before walking off to go find the others. His skin still tingled anxiously as phantom tickles ran up and down his sides. He slowly clambered to his feet, trying to shake off the leftover embarrassment from acting so childish in front of someone as cool as Percy. Crumpling into a ball of giggles in front of your hero certainly didn’t help when you were trying to look tough.

But there was something about the way Percy had smirked when he had grabbed his sides, the teasing lilt to his voice, that awoke strange, fluttery excitement in the pit of his stomach. Percy was normally so dismissive of him, treating him as some annoying younger brother; it was nice having all that attention focused on him for a change.

So for the next couple weeks, Nico found himself doing everything in his power to provoke Percy into another “attack”. And, as most would say about him if asked, Nico could be very persistent when he wanted to be.

“Nico!” Percy spluttered, resurfacing after the other had shoved him quite suddenly and unexpectedly into the lake. “What the hell?”

Nico shrugged, flashing him an impish grin. “I wanted to see if the Son of Poseidon could swim better than normal people. I guess I was wrong though, because you seem to be struggling quite a lot.”

“Because you shoved me—” Percy exclaimed, before cutting himself off with an irritated smirk. “Alright then. But you only have yourself to blame for what happens next.”

“What do you mean—wah!”

Nico yelped in surprise as Percy’s hand shot out of the water suddenly, grabbing his ankle and jerking him into the lake with him. He landed with a splash next to Percy, waves cascading out around him. He came to the surface with an indignant gasp, and barely had time to get his breath back before Percy had pulled him into his arms, fingers wiggling into his now soaked shirt.

Nico shrieked, instantly squirming and attempting to evade his grasp, but Percy’s grip on him was too strong. “Ah, wahahait, nohoho, Pehehercy!”

“This is what happens when you mess with the great Percy Jackson,” the other triumphed, squeezing his sides rapidly and prompting a flood of embarrassing squeaks and giggles from Nico.

“Ihihihit wahahahas juhuhust ahahaha prahahahank!” Nico protested, throwing his head back with a wild grin and kicking his legs out violently in the water. “Thihihihis ihihihisn’t fahahahahair!”

“It’s perfectly fair,” Percy argued. “This is revenge, plain and simple. I wonder what would happen if I just…” He grabbed both of Nico arms, holding them above his head with one hand. With the other, he started rapidly spidering fingers in his left armpit. Nico promptly freaked out, writhing and bucking like crazy as the unbearable sensations took over. It was a credit to Percy’s superior abilities as a swimmer that he was able to keep both of them afloat through the process.

Nico got truly desperate when the touches changed from light fluttering into intense drilling, directly in the spot where his armpits met his ribs. “Nahahahaha, stahahahahap, stahahahahap, ohoho myhyhy g-gohohods!”

“Alright, alright.” Percy let go, whereupon Nico’s arms hastily clamped to his sides, and paddled their way back over to the dock. Nico gratefully pulled himself up and collapsed on the wooden platform, freezing cold and giggling.

“That was mean,” he accused, throwing an arm over his face to hide his growing blush.

Percy pulled himself up besides him, playfully poking him in the side to hear him yelp and scramble away. “Hey, sometimes you gotta be mean to teach someone a lesson. Besides, you’re too easy. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as ticklish as you are—it’s kind of adorable.”

Nico opened his mouth and closed it, attempting to somehow stammer out a response to that. Before he could, Percy had shot to his feet and was off again, presumably to go dry off. Nico flushed violently and, after a moment of hesitation, followed in suit, the slight breeze combined with his dripping wet clothes causing goosebumps to scatter up his arms.

Nico failed to get any sleep that night, as Percy’s words echoed over and over again in his head until he eventually buried his face into his pillow in delighted embarrassment.

The provocation only continued as time went on. Nico sprinted frantically across the camp grounds one late afternoon, dipping in-between confused campers who stared after him quizzically. In one of his hands he clutched a simple necklace—a necklace which happened to belong to one Percy Jackson, furiously in chase behind him. Already, helpless laughter spilled from the young boy’s lips as the anticipation of the chase caught up with him.

“Nico!” Percy yelled after him, hastily apologizing to campers as he bumped and stumbled into them. “That’s important, give it back!”

“Make me!”

Evocative words, a tease Nico knew the other couldn’t resist. Sure enough, Percy soon caught up to him, and instead of grabbing him he skipped straight to digging hands into his sides as the two rolled over on the grass. Laughter spilled already from Nico’s lips as electric shocks coursed up and down his body from the sensations. Percy quickly forgot about the necklace, as he did most of the stolen objects in these games they played, and simply went about wrecking the boy, wiggling fingers into every ticklish crevice on his body until Nico was squealing and begging for him to stop.

Only once Nico had truly reached his limit did Percy back off, letting the other breathe as he collapsed on the ground. Percy retrieved his necklace easily, as it had fallen from the other’s hands quite a while ago. Nico rolled over on his sides, leftover giggles wracking his shaking frame.

“Don’t take my stuff,” Percy warned him, trying to sound angry though most of the anger was stripped from his voice as he beheld the happy boy before him. “I mean it this time.”

Nico nodded frantically, but deep down knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Weeks went by before either of them said something about it. It was a colder night, one of those midsummer evenings where one could feel the hints of autumn creeping in, and thus Percy sat huddled by the fire, his eyes closed as he absorbed the heat gratefully. There were a couple others milling in and around the fire pit, most either in their cabin or engaged in late-night conversation with friends and lovers. Nico hesitated before approaching him, worried for the first time in quite a while about being a bother. Normally he wouldn’t care as it usually resulted in Percy tickling the ever-loving shit out of him, but he was always worried that he might be going too far and that one day Percy was just going to snap at him in anger.

Not to mention, he looked so peaceful with his head tilted back, eyes closed and wind gently tousling his hair. Nico flushed, pushing the invading thoughts aside. He was well aware of the hopelessness of his crush, but that didn’t stop it from encroaching at the worst times.

“Hey,” he said, lowering himself to the ground and crossing his legs besides Percy. The other startled at his presence, whipping his head around to face him. “Nice night, huh?”

“Yeah,” Percy replied warily. He waited for a moment, clearly expecting something from the other. When Nico did nothing, he relaxed slightly, allowing himself to face the fire again.

“Hey,” he said hesitantly after a couple seconds of silence had gone by, an awkward note to his voice. “I just wanted to say sorry. For, you know, torturing you for the past month. It’s just… I don’t know, I guess I’m just not that used to dealing with kids, and I went a little overboard with you. I know you don’t mean to be annoying, or anything—”

“I do,” Nico interrupted, surprising both himself and Percy. He hadn’t meant to say the words—they had slipped out without his permission. “Mean to be annoying, that is. It’s… uh, on purpose.”

“Oh,” Percy said, frowning a little. “Why?”

Nico shrugged, picking at his fingernails and avoiding the other’s gaze. “Dunno. I guess it just… it felt nice to have your attention, you know? You usually treat me like a pest, or some minor annoyance you don’t want to put up with. I guess it was kind of fun having you hang out with me.”

“Fun?” Percy repeated incredulously. “But I was always so mean to you! I mean, what, do you like being tickled out of your wits all the time?”

Nico blushed furiously, staring intensely at the ground and not responding. It took a moment for the realization to hit Percy. “You do like being tickled? Wait—is that why you’ve been bothering me all this time? So I would tickle you?”

Nico grunted noncommittally.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Percy exclaimed, knocking his shoulder against the other affectionately. “I would have just tickled you, if you had told me that was something you wanted. You didn’t have to force me into it—in fact, I think I would much rather you ask as opposed to just stealing my stuff all the time and shoving me into lakes.”

Nico whipped his head up to stare at him for the first time throughout their entire conversation, his eyes wide. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“I mean, I don’t personally understand it,” Percy admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I think I would die if anyone tickled me as much as I’ve been doing to you all the time. But if it’s what makes you happy, then it makes me happy. You’re my friend Nico—not a pest or an annoyance. I care about you.”

Those words, such a simple thing for Percy to say, meant the world to the little boy staring up at him. He flushed, trying to figure out how to possibly respond without sounding like a lovestruck dork about it. “Thank you,” he muttered, before kicking a foot out and digging it into the other’s side. “Idiot.”

Before he knew what was happening, however, Percy had latched onto his leg, locking an arm around his ankle and thus securing his foot in place. Nico swallowed nervously as Percy removed first his shoes than his sock, the cold air blowing preemptively against his now bare foot. Nico’s toes curled in anticipation at Percy’s growing smirk.

“Oh Nico,” he said, clucking his tongue regretfully. “You shouldn’t have done that. Especially after you just admitted that you like to be tickled, well… I mean, it’s really your fault what happens next here.”

Nico grinned, ducking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. “I hate you.”

Percy matched his grin with his own and Nico’s heart fluttered traitorously in his chest. “Of course you do.”

The camp soon rung with the sounds of Nico’s crazed giggles, leaving many a camper to stop and stare at the sight of what looked like the famous Percy Jackson tickling the shit out of the new upstart Nico di Angelo. That wasn’t the last time they witnessed such a sight either, and in the end, Nico found he couldn’t be happier with the way things had turned out.

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headcanonsandmore · 3 years

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Hermione and Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Weasley

Summary: A Romione WLW AU, with Hermione and her best friend Veronica 'Ronnie' Weasley, the sweet redheaded girl who... well, who Hermione finds herself very confused about.

This fic was inspired by a similar AU scenario fic by @hillnerd. As with everything Hilly does, her fic is amazing, but hopefully my fic doesn’t look too bad by comparison.

Read on FFN. Read on AO3.

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Hermione Granger had a problem.

Well, not so much a problem. More of a…. confusion. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And it had to do with her best friend. Veronica “Ronnie” Weasley.

Ronnie was funny, sweet, kind, and athletic. Over six foot tall, with a mane of long red hair and a mass of freckles, she immediately caught the eye. The boys couldn’t help but notice her, and many of the girls either admired her or felt jealousy towards her. Hermione had lost count of the time she’d seen Dean and Seamus staring at Ronnie from across the common room. On a few occasions, she’d even seen Neville blush after Ronnie had smiled at him.

Not that Ronnie noticed any of this. The redhead had always felt lacking, either to her older brothers or to her younger sister Ginny. Ronnie was, like all her siblings, good at schoolwork, but she had never felt like she could stand out. She had confided to Hermione that, even if she had done well, no-one would ever think much of it, since her brothers had all done it before.

And then there was Ginny. Ronnie’s little sister was about almost a foot shorter, and with more of a nervous energy than that of her older siblings. Hermione had often wondered whether the Weasleys all had a set amount of passion, and that those of a shorter persuasion tended to be more on-edge than their lankier siblings. Granted, this theory didn’t necessarily explain why the short Charlie was so relaxed, while the taller Percy was the exact opposite. Maybe the Weasleys all just reacted differently to their circumstances.

Ronnie was not an intense person. In fact, Hermione found her almost supernaturally relaxed and affable. More prone to telling a chuckle-inducing joke as opposed to an over-the-top prank that was the preferred tactic of Fred and George.

Hermione preferred Ronnie’s way of doing things. Hermione liked a lot about Ronnie. Even if Ronnie personally thought her own matey-ness with people made her unattractive, Hermione couldn’t imagine why such friendliness and kindness could be considered unappealing.

To boys, of course. Yes, just to the boys.

Hermione had the distinct impression that Ronnie felt lacking compared to her little sister. Maybe it was Ronnie’s lack of interest in “girly” things, or her seeming-inability to act with “decorum” (as Hermione’s parents would have put it). It was common for Ronnie to wear a pair of hand-me-down school trousers instead of skirts because, as she herself put it, she hated having to worry about whether people could see up her legs.

Hermione always found herself flustered whenever Ronnie joked about this. Ronnie did have very long legs after all.

She had been friends with Ronnie for years, ever since the Halloween of first year. They hadn’t exactly gotten along before then but, since the incident with the troll, they had become firm friends. It was nice being friends with someone else in the girls dormitory; Lavender and Parvati had never really clicked with Hermione. Ronnie was the first female friend Hermione had ever had.

And then third year had happened.

The two of them had fallen out over their pets. Crookshanks and Scabbers had never gotten along and, at one point, it had looked like Crookshanks had eaten Ronnie’s rat. It had been really lonely not speaking to Ronnie for all that time.

But they had become friends again, and things had settled back to how they had been before.

Well, not exactly.

Ronnie had always been a good friend, but Hermione hadn’t understood why she had missed Ronnie so much when they weren’t speaking. She certainly hadn’t missed Harry in the same way, which was even weirder considering that Harry was a boy.

Hermione had missed Ronnie’s smile, her laugh, her beautiful red hair, the way she would throw an arm around Hermione’s shoulders as they walked to class, the way she would bound up to her and hug Hermione tightly, and the way she would stretch out in the common room so that Hermione couldn’t help but notice her-

Yes, she had certainly missed her friend Ronnie. The same friend who made butterflies appear in Hermione’s stomach whenever Ronnie smiled at her. The same friend who began to inhabit Hermione’s dreams in ways she was becoming very confused about.

Hermione had hoped that… whatever this was would disappear over the summer holidays, and she could just enjoy her friendship with Ronnie with no extra complications.

No such luck. Fourth year had just made everything even more confusing. Harry and Ronnie hadn’t spoken for a while after Harry’s name had appeared in the goblet of fire. Hermione had desperately tried to patch things up between them but, in the end, they had worked it out themselves after the first task.

It was good for them to be a trio again. Although Hermione, Ronnie and Harry had always been a bit unusual. Parvati and Lavender had always been giggling over it, asking both Hermione and Ronnie about which of them Harry was dating. Hermione had always rolled her eyes at this. To her, Harry had always been like a younger brother. Like all younger brothers, he was always getting into mischief and being annoying, but he was her brother nonetheless.

Ronnie had always laughed her head off whenever this question was proposed by Lavender and Parvati. Harry was “her best mate”. End of. Nothing more to say.

But… well, as the Yule Ball approached, suddenly Ronnie stopped laughed and started blushing, avoiding Hermione’s eyes.

‘It’s none of your business,’ she had mumbled, her ears flashing their tell-tale pink.

Hermione had felt her heart slowly sink, although she tried to avoid thinking about why.

Sure enough, the day before the Yule Ball, Hermione had asked Harry about who he was taking, and the boy who lived had blushed scarlet.

‘Er… I asked Ronnie.’

Hermione dropped the book she was holding. The two of them were in the library.

‘What? You mean… you…’

‘I-I don’t know, okay!’ Harry stammered. ‘It’s just… I needed a date for the Ball and Ronnie’s my best mate, so it made sense.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah.’

At that moment, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder. It was Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion.

‘Excuse me, may I have a vord?’

Harry looked at the Bulgarian suspiciously.

‘Yes, it’s fine,’ Hermione said, leading Krum away into the next aisle of bookshelves. ‘Which section are you looking for?’

‘No… I… er…’

‘Krum?!’

Ronnie’s face looked horrified. It was several hours later, in their dormitory.

‘Well, it wasn’t as if I was going with anyone, so why not?’

‘He’s eighteen, Hermione!’ Ronnie said, urgently. ‘He’s way too old for you!’

‘He’s not dating me, Ronnie,’ Hermione replied. ‘He’ll be more like a chaperone than anything else. Besides, it’s just one ball. It’s not like he’s asking to marry me.’

‘I should think not!’ Ronnie’s face was strangely angry. ‘You’re too good for him.’

Hermione felt her cheeks blush.

‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Er, congratulations about you and Harry, by the way.’

‘You… you know about that?’ Ronnie asked.

Hermione nodded, wondering why the mood suddenly felt so tense.

‘Yes, he told me earlier. It was nice of you to go with him.’

‘You think so?’

‘Yes. I think you’ll have a great time.’

Hermione hoped that her voice didn’t sound as falsely-cheery as she suspected.

The Yule Ball was something of an event. It was interesting hearing from Viktor Krum about what Bulgaria was like, but she found herself distracted. Possibly due to the fact that Ronnie and Harry were sat only a few chairs down the table, and kept giggling over stuff. Ronnie was wearing a very lacy dress that Mrs Weasley had only managed to get third-hand; since Ronnie was so tall compared to most girls, her clothes had always been a bit… well, difficult to acquire on a budget. The dress was a few inches shorter than her normal summer shorts were, and Hermione had got the distinct impression that Harry was trying not to stare too much when they had walked through the crowd with the other champions and their partners.

Hermione probably would have enjoyed the dancing too, except that she kept looking round to see what Ronnie and Harry were up to. Ronnie’s hair was long and had a sweet flowery scent that seemed to follow it around the room. Her smile was wide as she danced with Harry, and the way she kept laughing made it difficult for Hermione to concentrate on her own dancing. Why was she so distracted?

‘Vould you like a drink?’ Viktor Krum asked, after a very fast song had finished.

Hermione nodded, and he left for the buffet table.

At that moment, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ronnie were walking towards the balcony area.

Deciding to catch up with them, Hermione darted between several other couple, and poked her head out through the curtains.

Her stomach turned to lead.

Harry was kissing Ronnie on the mouth, and Ronnie was kissing him back.

Stumbling backwards through the curtain, Hermione pushed through the crowd and began to make for the exit. However, she bumped into Ginny and Neville.

‘I’m… feeling a bit unwell,’ she mumbled. ‘Could you tell Viktor Krum that I’ve had to leave?’

Ginny and Neville nodded, but looked concerned and a little confused.

Hermione didn’t stop hurrying until she had arrived back in her dormitory. She washed her make-up off, changed into her pyjamas, and climbed into her four-poster bed.

She had started crying before her head even hit the pillow.

‘So… yeah.’

‘Bit weird, but… well, that’s it.’

It was the next day. Harry and Ronnie were talking to Ginny about what had happened. Hermione was eating her breakfast without looking at any of them.

‘So… are you two dating?’ Ginny asked.

Ronnie laughed nervously.

‘No; but… well, we’re gonna see how things change. If it’s not our cup of tea, we can stay friends instead.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry said, cheerfully. ‘Take a bit more than kissing for us to stop being best mates.’

‘Yeah, but…’ Ginny said, her eyes darting to Hermione and then back to Ronnie. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Er, yeah,’ Ronnie said. ‘H-Hermione, what do you think?’

Hermione blinked hurriedly.

‘Oh, I’m sure you two will be very happy,’ she said, a little too cheerfully. ‘I hope you don’t me being a third wheel, then. Anyway, we need to get to first period now.’

Harry nodded, and stood up.

Ronnie remained sitting, looking at Hermione with a slightly confused expression on her freckled face.

Ginny gave a sigh, and went back to her breakfast.

The next few weeks were not fun for Hermione. Ronnie and Harry had always been a duo and, now that they were sort-of together, Hermione had never felt more like a third wheel. Even though both of them were clearly trying their best not to exclude her, she couldn’t help but feel miserable.

And that wasn’t even getting into the way her heart would thump painfully whenever she caught Ronnie looking at Harry.

It was ridiculous. Hermione couldn’t be jealous! What was there to be jealous of? Harry was like a brother to her, so it clearly wasn’t that.

No, it was something else.

It was Ronnie.

Hermione was in love with Ronnie.

She tried to not think about this. Which normally would have been difficult. But luckily, they were both helping Harry about the second task, which took up a lot of time and mental headspace. And their coursework was so time-consuming that Hermione barely had time to think about her feelings for Ronnie.

Could girls even fall for each other? Hermione had read about that sort of thing happening, but she never would have imagined that it would happen to her.

The day before the second task, she (along with Ronnie) were helping Harry with his preparations for the second Triwizard task, when the Weasley twins arrived.

‘Ronnie, you and Hermione have got a message from Professor McGonagall.’

‘What?’ Hermione asked, confused. ‘She can’t seriously ban us from helping Harry, can she?’

‘No, she just wants you and Ronnie to go to Dumbledore’s office.’

Hermione exchanged confused glances with Ronnie.

When they arrived at Dumbledore’s office, they were not the only confused people there. Cho Chang was also there, plus a young girl speaking in fluent French who was presumably Fleur Delacour’s little sister.

Dumbledore explained about what the second Triwizard task was, and how it would include all of them. Each of the champions would have a hostage, who would be in an enchanted sleep at the bottom of the great lake. The hostages would be perfectly safe underwater, and would return to normal once they were brought back to the surface of the lake.

‘Professor,’ Hermione asked, raising her hand. ‘I don’t understand; why has Harry got both me and Ronnie as his hostages? And where is the hostage for Viktor Krum?’

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

‘Miss Granger, you are Mister Krum’s hostage, not Mr Potter’s.’

Hermione’s eyes widened in confusion. Viktor Krum? She was his “the person he would miss most”? Why? She’d been to the ball with him, but that was it. She hadn’t really spoken to him much since, aside from apologising for leaving the Yule Ball early. Why was she his hostage? Surely, he had friends from Durmstrang that would be a better pick?

Hang, on. Ronnie was Harry’s hostage. The person Harry would miss most.

So, that meant Ronnie was…

Hermione felt her heart sink. She couldn’t even look Ronnie in the eye, but she felt the redhead tense next to her.

Maybe Harry and Ronnie will become a full couple after he rescues her in the task, Hermione thought, miserably, as she slipped into unconsciousness from the sleeping spell Dumbledore had casted, I guess there never was any hope for me…

The next thing Hermione knew, she was treading water in the middle of the great lake. Viktor Krum was pulling her towards the shoreline. Her uniform felt heavy and sodden.

‘Where’s… where’s Harry and Ronnie?’ she asked, as Madam Pomfrey bustled them over to a tent nearby. ‘Haven’t… haven’t they come back yet?’

Madam Pomfrey patted her hand in sympathy, and tutted under her breath, as if she’d quite like a word with the person who came up with the idea for the second task.

A portion of pepper-up potion later, plus some warming spells, and Hermione was stood on the shoreline with Cho Chang and a very worried-looking Fleur Delacour. The French girl’s hostage was still down in the lake. Cho had put an arm around her.

‘They’ll be fine,’ the Ravenclaw was saying. ‘The judges won’t let any harm come to- oh, hello, Hermione.’

‘Hello. Have… have Harry and Ronnie got back yet?’

Cho shook her head.

There was a shout from the crowd, and Hermione looked round. Three people had just surfaced in the middle of the lake. Hermione could see a mane of very familiar red hair. Dashing past Viktor Krum (who seemed intent on chatting to her about something), Hermione wade into the shallows of the water. Fleur Delacour and Percy Weasley joined her.

‘I’m fine, Harry,’ Ronnie was saying, as Harry helped her towards the shore. The two of them were stood awkwardly in the shallows. Percy had stopped fussing over Ronnie, and had gone to find them some warm blankets, followed by the Delacour sisters.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Ronnie on the lips.

Hermione felt her heart sink and, turning away, she walked out of the lake, ignoring Viktor Krum’s renewed attempts at conversation, and left for the castle. People looked at her in confusion as she pushed past. She was glad that she had been given the pepper-up potion, as the February wind whipped through her.

Before she knew it, she was lying in her four-poster bed, crying her eyes out. She had somehow managed to close the curtains around her before she broke down completely. When was she ever going to get over this? She had no “claim” on Ronnie; after all, Ronnie liked boys, Ronnie liked Harry. And, next to Harry, why would Ronnie possibly look at Hermione? A bookworm. A girl. Just the best friend.

‘H-Hermione?’

Ronnie. Oh, god, Hermione thought, she can’t see me like this…

‘G-go away, Ronnie.’

‘What, and leave you miserable? Not on your life.’

‘I’m-I’m fine, Ronnie. J-just a bit exhausted from the task.’

‘Did… did Krum do something to you?’

‘No!’ Hermione exclaimed, pulling back the curtains of her four-poster. ‘Of course not! He’s barely even held my hand! What… how could you…’

‘W-well,’ Ronnie said, her ears turning pink. ‘You were “the person he would miss the most”, after all.’

Hermione stared at her for a second.

‘I don’t see Viktor Krum like that,’ she said, earnestly. ‘He’s… well… like a chaperone.’

‘He fancies you.’

‘You mean like Harry fancies you?’

Ronnie looked as if Hermione had slapped her.

‘You… you saw him kissing me, then?’

Hermione nodded.

‘Is that why you’re crying?’

Hermione mentally cursed. Her cheeks were still wet with tears.

‘I’m… I’m very happy for you both.’

‘Don’t insult my intelligence, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, hotly. ‘You’re clearly upset about it. What, you fancy Harry or something?’

‘What? No!’ Hermione said. ‘Harry’s like a brother to me! Why would you-’

‘Well, what’s your problem, then?!’ Ronnie exclaimed, coming to stand barely a few inches away from her.

‘Don’t be… it’s… well…I-’

‘Hermione, what is it?’

‘It’s not Harry that I fancy, Ronnie; it’s you!’

There was a deafening silence.

‘I… I shouldn’t have said that,’ Hermione mumbled. ‘Sorry, forget I-’

‘No, what do you mean?’ Ronnie asked. ‘Do… do you mean that?’

‘Y-yes,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I’m sorry. I know you don’t see me like that. I’ve ruined our friendship-’

Hermione stopped talking. Because Ronnie had suddenly leaned forward and was kissing her on the mouth. Hermione’s brain seemed to disengage. Ronnie’s lips were soft and delicate as they pressed against Hermione’s. The redhead’s body heat felt like a warm fire against her, despite how little they were touching.

A few seconds later, although it could have lasted for hours for all that Hermione knew, Ronnie pulled away slightly.

‘Do… do you really mean that?’ Ronnie whispered, her hands tender as they interlaced with Hermione’s. ‘You… you really fancy me?’

Hermione nodded, feeling very confused.

‘Yes. Ever since… actually, I don’t know when. But… why…’

‘I… I fancy you, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, softly. ‘I… I thought you didn’t feel the same way.’

‘You fancy me?’

‘Er, did I not just kiss you? Would have thought it’d be a giveaway…’

Hermione giggled.

‘Okay, I believe you. But how-’

The door opened. Harry poked his head through.

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Ronnie said, cheerfully as she held Hermione’s hand. ‘She’s okay. And so am I.’

‘Cool. And… did you both…’

Ronnie nodded.

‘Fantastic!’ Harry said, grinning. ‘I’m so happy for you two!’

‘W-wait, what?’ Hermione exclaimed, utterly at sea. ‘Harry, did… did you know?’

‘I guessed. Besides, me and Ronnie work better as friends anyway.’

‘You… you two aren’t a couple?’ Hermione gasped, looking between them both. ‘I thought… after you kissed at the lake-’

‘You are one daft maid,’ Ronnie chuckled, pecking her on the cheek. ‘But that makes two of us, eh?’

Hermione smiled, as she held Ronnie’s hand. Maybe, on occasion, the best friend did get the girl. Even if they were also a girl, too.

~~~~~~~~~

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daredevil-1910 · 3 years

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Sorting

"Sir, are you telling me that this official document with information that hasn't only been given to me but other kids as well, is wrong" I cannot believe how hard it is to get information around here

"I'm telling you kid, there is no platform under 9 3/4" once again this guy chooses to not help, me what’s wrong with him.

"I honestly can't believe the incompetence some pe-"

"Benjamin Doyle, get over here and stop talking to the nice man like that” my mother cut me off, and gave the useless man a smile.

I slumped my way back to my mother’s side, pushing my trolley all the way back to where my mother was waiting with my sister.

“How many times am I going to tell you to not argue with strangers”

“Well I just don’t understand why he won’t tell me where the platform is” as I was expressing my point to my mother, I found a boy with dark hair and glasses, his trolley had similar things to mine, maybe he knows.

I approach the boy and smile at him, extending my hand

“Hello there, my name is Benjamin Doyle”

“Hello, I’m Harry Potter” he shook my hand and smiled back at me

“Say, you wouldn’t know how to get to Platform 9 ¾ would you, the guards and guides around here haven’t been much help.”

“I actually came here to ask you the same thing, it’s also my first time at Hogwarts” from the corner of my eye I see my mother approaching me

“Hi, hey Ben, there’s a woman with some kids over there, they look like they are from Hogwarts too, maybe she can help” she points at a woman with red hair walking next to other kids with red hair.

“Come on Harry, maybe they know” we all rushed together towards the red headed family who were standing next to a column with the number ten and nine on each side.

“Come on Percy, you first” she signaled for the oldest looking boy towards the column, but isn’t he going to, he’s going to crash into the wall

“What are they doing?” As I'm asking Harry, we saw the boy run towards the column and into it!

“Fred, you next” she pointed to another one of the boys behind her

“Harry, we have to ask her how they are doing that” my mom looked down at me and pushed us both to go ask.

“Excuse me, could you tell us how to…?” Harry was the first to speak up and the woman quickly came up to us

“How to get on to the platform? Not to worry, boys, It's Ron’s first time as well” she said between chuckles.

I looked behind me where a boy our age smiled brightly at us.

“All you gotta do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10, best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous” yup, I wasn’t crazy, that really happened.

Harry was the first of us to go, he ran straight towards the wall without stopping. My mom did the same

“I’ll see you when you cross the wall” she ran holding my sisters hand

It was my turn up next, but I was hesitant, what if I can’t get through the wall.

“don’t worry dear, you’ll be ok” she placed her hand on my back and gave me a little nudge

“Good luck” the little girl said almost silently then she rushed back behind her mother and gave me a shy smile.

I ran straight through the wall, but it didn’t feel like I was going through a wall. It just felt like running forward in an empty room, I looked back, and I couldn’t see anyone on the other side.

I looked around and found my mom talking to harry not so far from me, so I rushed to them

“Hey, I’ll see you inside” Harry Rushed off, and that’s when I finally noticed the train. When I read Hogwarts express, it took my breath away, this is really happening. I can’t believe it

“Honey, it’s time to go” I turned around and saw my mom, her eyes a bit teary and a smile on her face.

She gave me a tight hug and kissed my forehead

“I love you baby, remember what we talked about, write to me whenever you can give Luca the letter, he’ll find his way home ok”

I nodded and started to walk towards the train.

Once inside I looked through every booth looking for Harry, I found him alone in one booth looking out the window.

“Hey, mind if I sit here”

“Me too, everywhere is full” Ron spoke up from behind me

“Not at all” Harry motioned for the seats in front of him, and we both took a seat. I sat next to Harry and Ron sat in front of us.

“I’m Ron by the way, Ron Weasley”

“Benjamin Doyle, most people call me Ben though”

“I’m Harry Potter” Ron’s eyes grew wide

“So is it true, I mean, do you really have the” he started to point at his forehead

“What?”

“The scar?” a scar, don’t really think I saw a scar on Harry earlier.

“Oh, yeah!” he pushed his bangs away from his face revealing a thunder looking scar.

“Awesome”

“Wicked” we said it at the same time which made the three of us start laughing.

“Anything of the trolley dears” An old lady stopped in front of out booth with a cart full of candy

Ron pulled out a bag with something I didn’t really know what it was, but it looked gross

“We'll take the lot” Harry pulled out a few coins he had inside his pocket and gave them to the old lady, he bought the entire cart.

“So, Ben, is your family a wizard family?” Ron asked biting a piece of chocolate

“Well, my mother isn’t a witch, and I didn’t really know my father, he died on a car accident when I was small” I picked up a what I thought was a jellybean, but it tasted awful

“I’m so sorry.” Harry patted my shoulder

“it’s ok, my mother tells me stories about him all the time, sometimes it even feels like he is with me” I shrugged my shoulders and kept eating from the candy that was in front of me.

“This is scabbers, By the way. Pathetic, isn’t he?” Ron directs his view to his rat, sitting on his lap with a box on its head

“Just a little bit” harry answered

“Come on, don’t say that I’m sure he is actually great” I tried to hold back a laugh

“Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow, want to see” he asked us.

“I actually don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Its fine, completely harmless” he grabs his wand and opens his mouth to begin the spell, but a girl with quite messy hair interrupted him

“Have any of you seen a toad, a boy named Neville’s lost one”

“no” we all said in unison

“Oh, are you doing magic? let’s see then” she stood there, and I don’t know why but her tone may be annoying me a little

Ron cleared his throat “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow” of course nothing happened

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After a few hours in the train ride, we got to know each other, the girl’s name is Hermione Granger, we got into a small argument over some spells but nothing major, it was fun to argue with someone in the same wavelength as me, it was also funny seeing Ron and Harry confused over what we were doing.

When we finally got off the train, we were escorted by a tall man to some boats that took us to the actual school. When I saw Hogwarts, I was amazed at the sheer size of it. It was so much more amazing than I could have ever thought.

Once inside everyone was huddled up together. One of the professors stood on top of the stairs waiting for us.

“Welcome to Hogwarts, in just a moment you will get through these doors, but before you can join your classmates you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup. The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily” She walked off into the room. I looked back at Ron and Harry who were standing next to me, I couldn’t tell which one of us was more excited.

“It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts” a blonde boy started talking to Harry, he didn’t seem that likeable. What I still don’t get is how do all these people know who Harry is.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy” Ron snorted from behind me and harry

“You think my name is funny do you, I don’t suppose I need to ask yours, red hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort, I can help you there” he extends his hand, but Harry pushes it away

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks” before I could say anything, the same professor from before came back and tapped Malfoy with a scroll

“We are ready for you now, follow me” we followed her into the giant dining hall Infront of us. Once again, I got my breath taken away from me the ceiling looks like the night sky

I walked in next to Hermione behind Ron and Harry.

“It’s not real, the ceiling. It’s just bewitched to look like the night sky” Me and Hermione say it at the same time, I laughed but she glared at me. I remembered that from reading something in dragon alley I don’t remember what though

“All right, will you wait along here please?” the professor pointed along the steps in front of her

“Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore, will like to say a few words” I looked past the professor and at an old man who stood up behind her

“I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right side is out of bounds to anyone that does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you” well that’s a way to bring a mood down.

“When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses” I wonder how the hat is going to sort us.

“Hermione Granger” she goes off, muttering to herself

“Mental, that one, I’m telling you” He leans over towards us now standing behind us

“Gryffindor!” the hat yelled, and everyone cheered.

The night went on, the hat sorting everyone into their houses, some people took longer than others, and some were almost instantaneous. Right now, it was Harry’s turn. The hat seemed to have more problems with Harry, muttering of two itself quietly.

“Gryffindor” it finally yelled.

“Benjamin Doyle” oh my god, it’s my turn, I quickly got up the steps, and sat down, the Professor which I have gone to know by Ron is Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head

“Hmm… Quite passionate, private, argumentative and stubborn. Brave, headstrong, loyal. I would say Slytherin, but you lack ambition and cunning, Gryffindor!” oh my god what a relief I thought I was going to have to go to Slytherin.

I quickly shuffled on to the Gryffindor table.

“All three of us sorted in the same house, wicked” Ron exclaimed with excitement.

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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MuggleBorn Dating a Disaster Twin Weasley Extensive Headcanons:

A/n: So, who thought that this was a Draco only blog? Well, GUESS WHO WAS WRONG? me. It was me. But I’m a softie for a few other HP characters, of which are the Weasley twins. Thanks for the request @peachesandpinks!!!

Also, this is super long again. I apologize for nothing.

Okay we’re going with George here because he’s a bean so is Fred but ya know.

McGonagall is the one who delivers your letter and explains everything to you and you’re parents and you about have a mental breakdown because “well, of course, I noticed I do some weird stuff but magic are you serious?”

McGonagall is just not having it. Especially when she realizes that this is also the twins' first year as well because good lord more Weasleys??

Anyway, you’re in a train compartment by yourself because you don’t really know anyone and you can’t find your cousin who also attends Hogwarts so you’re just provolone

You’re about asleep when your compartment door slams shut and you jump up, seeing two boys with bright red hair grinning and hiding

“Um hello?”

They both shush you and pull you down with them. You hear yells and a very angry voice walk right past your compartment and the boys snicker

“Oh Percy, when will you realize,” “you can never escape us,” they’re grinning like madmen and you’re just so confused

“Um... guys?” You squeak. “Oh, right,” one says. “Sorry about that,” the other replies. “Fred and George Weasley,” the first hold his hand out for you to shake. You do. Hesitant.

“Who’s who?”

“What do you mean?” The second asks. “Who’s Fred and who’s George?” You clarify slightly annoyed. “Fred, George, respectively.” The first—Fred—grins. “And the prat out there is our brother Percy,” George flashes the same smile.

You study them, trying to pick out the differences between them. You can’t find anything except—Fred has dark brown eyes and George has slightly greener ones.

“Oi. What are you doing?” George asks.

“Trying to tell you two apart?”

That baffles both of them because let’s face it— it might be a joke but even their own mother has a hard time at that

You’re eternally grateful that you’re sorted into Gryffindor with them

You become their new favorite person. Especially after they find out you’re Muggle-born. Fred tries to corrupt you with fake facts and sometimes so does George. Most times you can tell if it’s real or not but on the occasion you can’t, you’ll look to George and his either nod or shake his head

They also bombard you with muggle based questions asking what it’s like and how you do certain things

They’re just goofballs and it’s nice to not be so serious all the time. When you’re studying and fretting over your first Potions exam George comes in and asks if you wanna see something cool and then you meet up with Fred and proceed to prank Filch who had it out for you the moment you were late for class. Not that it’s your fault you don’t know where you’re going and everything looks the same

Whenever you’re falling behind on spells or charms, George is the first to volunteer to help you out because let’s face it he’s brilliant with magic But not so good with facts and memorizing, so you help him out with History of Magic and Herbology

It’s always a game to see if you can still tell them apart. “Geroge,” No I’m Fred,” No you’re George, I just spent the last hour studying with Fred,” “no that was me!” “Ha! The past hour I was working on Potions alone! You are George!” Maybe he sulks a bit because you outsmarted him but part of him wonders did you really know it was him?

Of course, you knew it was George. His eyes crinkle when he smiles and Fred’s don’t

You might not be good at pranks, but you are brilliant for thinking out all the flaws and lying your way out of just about anything which makes the three of you quite scary and unstoppable

When you do get caught, McGonagall lets you all off easy because you three remind her of another group of mischievous Gryffindors

Their mother totally sends you a Christmas sweater

Over the holidays you actually miss your friends. You had more friends than just the twins, but it wasn’t the same without them.

Second-year comes and the twins make the Quidditch team and insist that you learn how to fly on a broom

“Oh come on!” “It’ll be fun!”

“Guys really, I don’t like heights and I’d rather keep my feet on the ground,” you insist.

They grin at each other and George grabs you and kicks off the ground and suddenly you’re very high and terrified. You scream and cling to him and he’s laughing but you’re just so scared and it’s not funny which maybe makes them laugh more because it’s just a silly prank

When you stop talking to them for a few days they realize that “oh Merlin we messed up.” Well, George realizes it first when you’re having trouble in Transfiguration but you refuse his help and take the failing grade

He tries to apologize. A lot. But you never quite seem to be in the right place at the right time.

So he puts his inventing skills to good use and charms a paper into a snitch and it lands on your desk. Begrudgingly you open it.

“I really am sorry. Please don’t be mad. I didn’t know, I won’t prank you ever again. ~George”

You thaw a little and smile at him.

And maybe you do show up at his first quidditch game despite swearing you’re not going

His heart soars when he sees you and Fred has to whack him to make him pay attention.

You keep going to their Quidditch matches... begrudgingly. You’re still a bit sore after their prank on you and you’re not one for Quidditch, to be honest but you go because it makes them George happy and smiles

To be fair it is one of the most stressful things you’ve seen because quidditch is dangerous even more so than muggle sports and you don’t care how many potions or spells are out there it’s not safe they think your rants against quidditch are cute and you just huff and storm away

The point is proven in third year when George gets knocked off his broom by a Slytherin and nearly falls to his death. You scream in terror and are the first on the field next to him

He makes a joke about “falling for you” and you want to hit him with a burning passion but he’s hurt so you refrain. For now.

You fall asleep on his hospital cot because Pomfrey insists on keeping George overnight to make sure the bones reset correctly

You wake up and see the same familiar smile and his hazel eyes crinkle and you’re heart flutters when he’s healed you do hit him and scold him about being reckless. Everyone in the Great Hall laughs because he gets the same lecture from his mother in a Howler

Everyone totally ships you two and Fred has tried many a time to get you two to admit your feelings for each other. He even tried to trick you into thinking he was George but you knew the difference. Of which he will never understand how you just know

With third-year coming means it’s the first year with their little brother Ron and their older brother Percy is a prefect and you can tell that the twins feel a little lost in the middle of it

So you start to plan very elaborate pranks for the twins

You’re their “godfather” of the prank operations with aid of the marauders' map then you have to explain what The Godfather is and finally you have to make them sit down and watch the movies

With a mini projector, you bring from home and charm so that it'll work because good lord you missed watching movies. The entire Gryffindor house gets in on movie nights and other muggle-borns are so hyped for a bit of normalcy

Fred has the ideas but Merlin, George can make them a reality and it just baffles you on how his mind works because he’s absolutely brilliant and it’s not fair

Sometimes George comes to you needing muggle ideas or perspective. Fred finds you two geeking out late at night in the common room and maybe hugging when you two figure out how to make something work. It’s awkward and blushing and Fred is not helping

Fourth-year comes and it’s the first year with their younger sister Ginny and she absolutely enamored with you because you’re like a sister to her

When the Chamber of Secrets opens George flips out and tracks you down because this thing is taking down Muggle-borns. Now you hardly go without having a protection squad of the Weasley twins and you just want a moment alone

Which means you go off on George one night “Just leave me alone! I’m fine! Nothing is going to happen to me!” You shout. “And what if something does happen! Do you think I could live with myself knowing you got hurt or worse!?” He yells back. “And why do you care!? What difference does it make!?” He just stammers and storms away and you stare after him wondering what the hell just happened.

You find yourself in the Astronomy Tower alone. “Merlin Y/n!” You turn and see Fred. “Okay, I know that you’re great at pranks but this is really not funny,” “What do you mean?” You wipe the tears off your face. “George is going mad with worry right now! He thinks that you’re dead!” “Why would he care?” You mumble. “Oh, you two are impossible!” Fred exclaims and walks off.

You hear someone else come up to the tower and you think it’s Fred again. You tell him to go away.

“I thought you knew the difference between us?”

You look up and see George. You cross your arms and look down. “Come to yell at me some more?” You mumble. He sits down beside you. “Sorry,” He mutters. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” A silence falls between you. “You... you’re my best friend, other than Fred, and I don’t want anything happening to you...” “You’re my best friend too, George, but... I can handle myself. I... I feel like you don’t think I can do it on my own when you step in. I know you’re trying to protect me, but... I feel like you think I can’t measure up because I’m a muggle-born.” “Never! Stars! I would never want you to feel like that!” George is horrified. “I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way,” You nod and lay your head on his shoulder.

He lays off on being so overprotective and you don’t snap at him as much when he does get protective over you. Fred is dying inside because you two are so blind and Merlin you’re both his friends but he wants to lock you in a closet and not let you out until someone confesses something

Can you imagine the pun wars between you two? You once were up to a hundred cat puns in front of McGonagall that she actually gives you two detention because she also ships it and maybe some alone time together will get you two together. It doesn’t work

Fred being Fred hatches a plan with the rest of your friends to get you two to confess your feelings. It’s a ‘casual’ game of seven minutes in heaven. Fred totally bewitched the bottle to land on you when George spins it

You are absolutely red when you realize that you have to spend seven minutes with George in a wardrobe. But you’re not backing down and neither is George because damn it if you’re going to let Fred be smug about this or taunt you

But now you're very close to George in a dim space only lit by your wands and you’re both redder than his hair

“Look, we don’t have to...” He stammers. “It’s just a...” “Yeah,” You blush deeper, really noticing the green in his eyes. And he smiles and there’s that crinkle in his eyes that you love and then you’re kissing him. You’re kissing your best friend in a wardrobe while his brother is snickering outside.

He pulls away, baffled. “You uh,” “Yeah,” You breathe out. “You wanna...?” “Just kiss me, red,” “Red?” He smirks and you roll your eyes pulling his tie to kiss you again.

Seven minutes is a lot shorter when you’re having the revelation that you’re in love with your best friend and now he's kissing you in the dark. Fred pulls the wardrobe door open and George slams it back in his face and you burst out laughing and lean against him, feeling safe in his arms

Fred will not shut up about “I told you so!” as you’re curled up in George’s lap in the common room, studying for Transfiguration.

okay off-topic but George gets the entire Gryffindor team to choreograph “Did I Mention” from the Descendants after his next Quidditch game and you’re just laughing at your goofball and grinning because he’s just so ridiculous and Merlin you love him

George is the sweetest boyfriend ever. You’re still best friends but now he gets to kiss you whenever he wants and hold your hand and now he has an excuse to be protective. “I’m your boyfriend! It’s my job!”

You hex him and remind him that you can handle yourself just fine and he just loves you more

“Georgie / Red / Pretty boy” and “Sunshine / Smiles / Beautiful” Just all the nicknames

You scold them both when they start prototypes for their theoretical joke shop because it’s dangerous and you care about your boys and man are they babies when they’re hurt. Not that you have a problem with taking care of them

Geroge invites you to the Burrow for Christmas and is super nervous and tripping over his words because he knows his family and that he doesn’t have the nicest things and he wants to give you the world but he knows he can’t but you roll your eyes and ruffle his hair

Mrs. Weasley absolutely adores you. “No, please dear just call me mum,” She ushers you around the Burrow and scolds George for not being a proper gentleman, and when he starts to say he’s Fred you give him a look and he grumbles. Mrs. Weasely doesn't understand how you can tell them apart and asks for your secret. You admit that their eyes are different and that George’s eyes crinkle when he smiles

“How in the stars did you figure that out?” George asks. “The day on the train, our first year,” you admit. “Remember you asked me what I was doing?” Everyone watching just “aww”s and you’re blushing

Mr. Weasely asks you about a thousand questions about being muggles. Your shirts, your books, your pens, your dishwashers... When you’re overwhelmed with questions, both George and Fred are defending you

You’re mystified about how magic works in a domestic setting and you want George to explain everything and all his fears about not having the best or newest things fades because technically everything is new to you and your little muggle self

When George visits you over the summer your parents absolutely love him. Somehow he knows how to be polite and a gentleman and your goofball is mature and charming and you’re not so nervous anymore and wow you love him especially when he’s still a goofball when you’re alone

Your muggle tech and home mystify him the same way that his home mystifies you and he gets it. He loves your lava lamp and Star Wars and Grease the Musical

When it comes to his family, of course, you love Fred, you haven’t met Bill, but Charlie is a darling and you both geek out over dragons because dragons. Percy still gets on your nerves but you think that it’s just second hand from your boys, Ron is best friends with the “chosen one” which doesn’t mean a lot to you because you didn’t know about “Harry Potter” until you got to Hogwarts. You and Ginny go out every once in a while as just girls to get a break from the testosterone you love George but sometimes you need a break

You think that fifth year it’s a good idea to give Harry the map because of Sirius Black and convince the boys to give it up. They sulk about it but agree

As you grow older, your pranks grow a lot more elaborate and better executed but you always make sure that they stay safe for everyone involved

You’re still wary about George and Fred playing Quidditch, but one night George knocks on your window, riding his broom, grinning.

“What are you doing!?” You hiss, looking around to make sure no one can see him. “Fly with me,” He offers his hand. “George,” You whine. “I don't like-” “I’m not going to let you fall,” His voice is so soft and sincere that you give in and now you're clinging to him, as you soar over the castle. You don’t dare look, but with his arms wrapped tightly around you, you’re not so scared anymore. And maybe you do look. He beaming at you and looks so happy that you can’t help but smile back. You never want to fly on your own broom, but you don’t mind riding with George not and again

You comfort George when Ron becomes a prefect, and the comment from his mother really gets to him. “Just a twin,” He mutters, “No,” You retort. “You’re George. My George. Whose eyes have green in them and crinkle when he smiles. Who has more freckles than Fred and is better in class even slightly. You’re brilliant and an inventor and deserve the world,” “How do you know I have more freckles than Fred? Are you looking at him too?” He jokes and you laugh, knowing he feels better and it’s not a defense mechanism because you really do know him.

Your parents meeting one another is just hysterical. At first, it’s in a public setting in the wizarding world because your parents aren't used to magic just yet. Mr. Weasly has another thousand questions and both moms fawn over the two of you as a couple and it has you both bright red.

You don’t see him the over the next summer because you get a muggle job and he picks up odd jobs so that you two can have date money of which you insist on paying for half of because he might be your boyfriend, but you can handle yourself and well, it’s not the middle ages anymore

But Merlin, sixth year his hair has grown out and he’s grown about half a foot and you are a lovestruck goner. Everyone can tell the twins apart better this year because their hair is different, but nothing changes for you, you still look for George’s smile.

You help them perfect their age spell to get their names into the goblet, knowing full well it won’t work, but it’s cute to see them try.

He’s so awkward and fumbling over his words when he asks you to the Yule Ball and you laugh and ask him to the Ball instead Promposal style

“You might be a Beater but I’m Seeking a Ball date and you’re a Keeper”

He’s bright red and everyone in the Great Hall cheers. Now there are cheesy muggle Promposals everywhere and you’re damn proud of your influence

You get your drivers license along with your Apperating license “Why would you get a driver’s license? You can Apperate!” George points out. He shuts his mouth when he sees you pull up to the Burrow on a Harley motorcycle and he bloody loves that you have a license because damn his girlfriends is hot and also a very bad influence on Charlie who gets a bike too and you guys now have matching dragonhide leather jackets

Dolores Umbridge has met her match with you. “There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t dye my hair bright blue,” “I’m sorry, Professor, can you go over that again? I don’t quite understand what you mean by that wand movement... must be my stupid muggle background,” “My apologies ma’am but can you please explain your exact problem with me being here?” She fears the days you raise your hand in class it’s your senior year and you don’t really give a damn. A lot of educational degrees are your fault and now it's a game to see who can get the most between the three of you

Whenever Malfoy or his friends try to insult your blood status you laugh because it's like being threatened by a chihuahua even though everyone else is furious and ready to hex the crap out of the little prat

You are absolutely furious when Fred and George get banned from the Quidditch team that you actually consider joining to spite Umbridge

George rolls his eyes and pulls you close because he knows you’ll never get onto a broom.

Except for the day that he and Fred quit school. You follow their lead and you’re gone, leaving Hogwarts behind you. George is furious, but you shrug. You never wanted to pursue a Magic job, you were quite okay living with the best of both worlds and besides, they needed someone to do the professional/design side of their new business

You go to a muggle university after working it out with McGonagall on how to get your grades transposed over. You study the classics and Latin and broaden your horizons and think of starting a muggle/wizard school

But then the war starts. You join the Order of the Phoenix and put uni on hold until your Wizarding world is safe. You work with muggles and muggle-born kids at Hogwarts underground, making sure they’re safe too.

You, George, and Fred are hardly seen without the other. It’s always the three of you in the shop or at the Burrow, or anywhere. “The Twins” now includes you.

You and Tonks are a forced to be reckoned with. They thought the Twins were bad? It has Remus and George in a mix of fear and awe at both of you

You visit your parents at least twice a month, after moving them to West California far away from the war. You don’t explain everything but they’re not exactly complaining about a condo on the beach paid for by your savings from co-running the joke shop

You and George share a bed at night because you both need the reassurance and you have terrible nightmares that only George seems to know how to calm you down from and make you laugh after

When you get the summons to appear in court to Umbridge to prove that you’re a wizard, you walk in, hand in hand with George, in your Bon Jovi cropped t-shirt, bright blue hair, Converse trainers, throw your family history on her desk and walk out, flipping her off on the way off and George almost proposes on the spot

You wait with Molly the night that they transport Harry, waiting for your boys to come home and you nearly have a heart attack when you see George is hurt and you're about sobbing and Fred is holding you and then George makes a stupid joke to make you two laugh

You refuse to leave his side after that and he pokes fun at you “I remember a certain someone arguing about when I hovered over her because I was afraid she was going to get hurt,” You pout and he laughs, pulling you into a kiss. “This is different,” You grumble. “You are hurt,” “And thanks to you, I’m healing quite well,” He grins. You still hover. Just in case

At Bill and Fleur’s wedding, he does get all nervous about the idea and Fred breaks the ice saying that "When I get married, I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a Full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it’s all over." and you laugh holding onto the hope that one day the world might be safe enough to actually get married and settle down

You co-host Potterwatch and figure out the charms to the radio so that it does change channels and requires a password you also really get into healing magic because you know a war is coming, and though you’re not much of a fighter, you have a knack for fixing things as well as mixing muggle and magic for better results

The Battle of Hogwarts comes and both twins try to convince you to stay back but hell if you’re letting them stop you “I’ll be sick with worry, you’ll be worrying about me, and it won’t be good. We need to stay together,” You whisper to George one night.

Something breaks in you when you watch Fred die and maybe it’s the notion you had against killing someone with a “muggle” gun, because the pistol just feels so right in your hand as you take down the Death Eater. The gun was your dad’s. He gave it to you when you told him there was a war coming and you cried when he did and always carried it with you

The fighting seems to be over and the Death Eaters are gone or dead but you’re still on edge. You hear someone come up behind you and you raise the gun and your wand but it’s George. He’s bloody and bruised but alive and you drop the gun and your wand and run into his arms.

He holds you tightly and you both break down sobbing and join the rest of the family as you mourn over the ones lost.

The day someone dies isn’t the worst, and the next few days aren’t so bad because there are things to do... it’s every day after when they stay dead.

You and George do get married. You’re in a t-shirt and jeans, he’s in about the same. It’s a quiet affair and no one can argue because it’s all for Fred.

It’s a year later and you and George finally reopen WWW, knowing that the world needs to laugh right now.

You both get muggle tattoo’s in Fred’s memory and name your first son after him because of the deep brown that his eyes are and the lack of freckles.

You live not far from the Burrow in a mix of muggle and magic. You get a cat named Peeves. You eventually finish Uni and the whole family comes to your graduation.

It’s never quite the same, but it’s better. And the sun still shines.

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the ebb and flow | part five

“You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au, action

word count: 2.3k

rating: pg-13

warnings: flaming arrows lol, some mentions of fighting (typical camp half-blood stuff, you know), the usual character bickering and tension

a/n: omg sorry this chapter took me two extra days to write lol. idk why it was so difficult. anyway, thanks for all the love for son of poseidon jk and daughter of athena reader :) i love them so much too. xoxo

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the second summer – in which it all begins

Mid-summer in Long Island is always hot, and it doesn’t make outside activities any better. Or more bearable. From your cabin, you stare out of a window at the almost noon sun and sigh—you are surely going to turn into burnt toast today.

“Going back to archery class today?”

You turn towards the voice. “Unfortunately.”

“Archery isn’t that bad,” Namjoon laughs.

“It is when you’re kind of bad at it,” you say, to which he doesn’t have a reply.

In your defense, you just picked up archery recently. It’s no longer something that’s a necessary skill to have—especially since you’re better at other things—so you didn’t bother taking the lessons with Chiron last year. Also, at the time, the flaming arrows terrified you anyway. However, now, you figured that you should try and master every skill offered here.

What you didn’t account for was having zero skill in the art of archery. And it’s frustrating, to say the least.

“I’m sure you’ll get better with time,” Namjoon finally says.

“I hope so.”

While Namjoon goes off to climb walls with satyrs, you go off to meet Chiron at the targets. When you arrive, there are already a few other campers armed with their bows. You settle beside Jung Hoseok, hoping that some of his natural skills in archery will rub off on you.

“Hey, y/n!” Hoseok’s enthusiastic as ever.

You offer him a half-smile. “Hey.”

“Excited?” he asks. “I think Chiron’s going to bust out the flaming arrows today.”

You gulp at the mention of fire. Even though you’re not scared of flaming arrows anymore—at least, the idea of them—you’re still a little nervous about actually having to hit the targets with one. “Um, cool?”

“It’s super easy, watch.”

As Chiron’s voice booms over everyone, you do as Hoseok says and watch as an arrow is doused in lighter fuel. Chiron fastens the arrow through his bow before he lights in on fire and hits a bullseye. Your mouth drops at how quick everything happens, shocked at how a flaming arrow seems much faster than a normal one.

The fire is quickly put out, probably to save the target from becoming fully disintegrated, and Chiron calls, “Okay, heroes, line-up behind one another.”

Since there are six targets, the group divides amongst each one. Hoseok immediately rushes into the front of the last target to be first, while you move to stand a few people behind him. You twist your head out of the line to watch as the son of Apollo confidently readies his bow and shoots his flaming arrow in a perfect bullseye. After a quick praise from Chiron, he moves off to the side so another camper can begin.

“Hoseok’s pretty good, huh?”

You jump at the sudden voice. Turning around, you spot Jeon Jeongguk inches away from you. “Oh my gods, what are you doing?”

“Here for archery practice, duh,” he says easily, but you don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Last year, when you both arrived at camp for the first time, Jeongguk was relatively quiet and kept mostly to himself. Although, as time passed, he quickly became more outspoken and comfortable around everyone—a little too comfortable. The shyness was definitely a short-lived phase. You kind of miss it.

Now, he never shuts up and it’s starting to annoy you—especially when he pops up out of nowhere like this and messes with your focus. “You’re not in this class.”

“How would you know? Maybe I just got here late?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve realized this summer, it’s that Jeongguk is always trying to pick a fight with you. Sometimes, you partake in his antics; however, right now, you’ve really got to focus. “Whatever, Jeon.”

Taking a step away from him, you realize that you’re already next up to shoot an arrow. The other campers are openly staring, which makes you nearly trip over your own feet.

“You’ve got this, y/n,” Chiron says, handing you an arrow.

Taking the arrow from him, you inhale deeply before dipping the tip in the fuel. Slipping the arrow in your bow, your nerves are in a bundle when Chiron lights it on fire and commands you to aim for the yellow center.

Instinct seems to take over as the nock passes through your fingertips. You watch in slow motion as your arrow propels through the air and lands in the red portion of the target. A shocked gasp leaves you lips at how close you got to the center; hitting red is better than what you did yesterday.

“Well done,” Chiron smiles, and you’re so glad he’s so patient with you.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” you promise, and class is dismissed for the day.

Everyone begins to put their bows away; by the time you manage to do the same, Jeongguk is already long gone.

***

“I knew he wasn’t in archery with me.”

You were on your way to arts and crafts with Hephaestus’s cabin when Haru caught up to you. She asked you about your day in archery yesterday, and when you mentioned Jeongguk she was confused.

“Yeah, he’s in sword fighting with me,” she says.

“So, why was he by the range then?” you ask.

Haru frowns for a moment, before understanding fills her face. “Oh, that’s probably because we were scouting outside the area yesterday.”

“For what?”

“I guess our trainer wants us to get field experience? Outside of the arena. I think he decided on the field beside the archery range,” she explains, and you mutter an oh great. “Don’t worry though, we should be some distance away from you guys.”

Though you’re skeptical about that, you can’t really dwell too much about it because you’re already in front of the forge. You spend your hour in arts and crafts thinking about flaming arrows…and maybe Jeongguk too. But not in a way people might expect you to be thinking about him.

You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced. Every time he’s around, you feel strange…like you can’t stand him at all. Jeongguk just makes you uncomfortable and you hate it.

By the time you are walking back to the archery range, he has gotten so deep underneath your skin that you swear you can hear his voice ringing in your ear.

“Why am I going crazy?” you mutter to no one but yourself, simultaneously shaking your head in the process. “What is wrong with—”

“Finally admitting that you’re crazy, miss goody-two-shoes? About time.”

Standing up straighter, you turn around and realize that you aren’t totally imagining things—the devil himself was actually behind you. You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you being so nosy, Jeon?”

“Anyone would’ve been able to hear that remark,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, moving to walk ahead of you.

“Why did you lie yesterday and say that you were in archery?” you ask, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he just continues on his merry way, past the targets and towards the adjacent field. You watch as he picks up the pace and begins to jog towards his instructor; you realize that you should probably do the same.

Today, Hoseok is, once again, first up to shoot an arrow. Chiron lets him shoot a few, and each one leaves your mouth hanging open. At this point, you think the son of Apollo is just showing off because every arrow that goes through his bow flawlessly hits a bullseye.

“How do you do that every time?” you ask him once the next person is up.

Hoseok just laughs. “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Wish that were me,” you muse.

“We all have different skill sets, y/n,” he attempts to console you. “I mean, you’re great with battle strategy—which is why Apollo always want to join Athena’s team.”

You conclude that he’s right—everyone is skilled in their own way. Besides, you can get better at archery with time anyway. You continue small talk with Hoseok until Chiron tells you that you’re next up. You drag yourself in front of the target and fasten the arrow through your bow. Staring at the target, you clear your mind of excess thoughts—you want to really focus on hitting the center. With a quick exhale, you propel the arrow through the air.

And it hits the center.

When you realize this, you begin jumping up and down. Chiron laughs through his congratulating remarks, before asking if you’d like another shot. “Of course, I want to do it again!”

Just as you begin to aim your bow and arrow, you hear a commotion to the left. Looking away from the target, you notice that things have gotten pretty hectic on the field where campers are practicing with their swords. Except, you realize that swords aren’t being used much—everyone has adapted to using their own special skills.

Demeter kids are sprouting things from the ground, Apollo kids are playing their lyres, and a certain son of Poseidon is blasting water cannons. For a moment, you wonder how this chaos even ensued; but that thought quickly fades when the commotion starts coming closer. Squash begins sprouting right by the range, but that’s not even the worse of it. A cannon of water comes out of nowhere and drenches your entire body, and you notice that everything seems to go silent after that.

Your camp shirt now hangs heavy on your body, and your sneakers feel disgustingly uncomfortable. Opening your eyes, you notice that everyone is staring at you with shock, but you can only see one person.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” You yell at the boy who only stands a few yards away from you. “You idiot!”

Even from this distance, you can see him struggle for words—a surprising feat since he always seems to have something smart to say. Taking a step closer to him, you aim your arrow for his head; it would be so easy to just knock him out. Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide at your stance; you wonder if he thinks you’re actually going to shoot.

Without even thinking twice, you let the arrow fly. But today seems to be Jeongguk’s lucky day because the arrow misses his head, landing in the tree right beside him. You notice him visibly exhale, but that relief quickly dissipates when his instructor practically pulls him by the ear and looks straight at you. “You, come with us.”

“B-But I didn’t do anything wrong!” You look to Chiron. “Jeongguk shot me with a water cannon—”

“I understand that you were only defending yourself, y/n, but you almost hit Jeongguk with an arrow. You’ll have to talk to Mr. D about this, I’m afraid.”

You can’t help but pout. Dionysus is always in a mood. But you obey anyway and make your way to the Big House. There, you find the god himself conjuring up a glass of wine from sunlight. You stare at the deep burgundy liquid before raising your eyes to the god. “I thought you were still stuck here for another few decades?”

Mr. D turns his gaze to you, lazily rolling his eyes. “Oh, my mistake—I seem to have forgotten.”

With the wave of his hand, the wine transforms into a can of Diet Coke. You would laugh at the displeased look on his face, but you know that you’re not Mr. D’s favorite camper right now. He takes a sip of the soda before turning to face you and Jeongguk.

“You and you heroes,” he sighs, “always causing trouble around here.”

“It was an accident, sir,” Jeongguk speaks up first, which is not surprising. He’s always trying to cover his own ass. “I didn’t mean to blast that canon of water towards the archery range. It was completely accidental. However, y/n aiming an arrow for my head is—”

You interrupt him, “Mr. D, how can a canon of water from yards away be an accident? I think it was completely on purpose.”

“The arrow was on purpose!” Jeongguk exclaims, turning towards you. “You were trying to kill me!”

Meeting his gaze with an eye roll, you say, “Oh, please, Jeon like I would ever—”

“Di immortales!” Mr. D suddenly yells. “Can you children shut up?”

Looking away from Jeongguk and towards your camp director, you notice the purple flames dancing in his eyes. An angry Dionysus always makes you tense. Often, you forget how much power this god actually has. He’s one of the twelve. You sink back and notice that Jeongguk does the same.

“Sorry, sir,” you both apologize quickly, and the purple flames lessen.

“I cannot stand mortals,” the god of wine clenches his teeth, “you both are insufferable. I’m starting to resent father for sending me here again!”

You don’t even know what to say. Mr. D sounds like a child right now.

“Ugh, just get out,” he continues, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, “you both are giving me a massive headache, and I’m in need of my daily nap.”

You blink; is Mr. D letting you both off the hook? No punishment? Before he can give you both one, you bid the god of wine goodbye and start walking out. Just as you’re about to push the doors open, Jeongguk’s voice stops you. “Just because Mr. D let us off the hook, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget that you nearly killed me today.”

Turning around, you look Jeongguk dead in the eye. “Are you trying to start something with me, Jeon? Because you shouldn’t start things you can’t finish.”

“Is that a threat?” he asks, a single brow raised.

“I guess you better watch your back,” you say and push the doors open before he can say anything else.

#armiesnet #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #bangtan bookclub #jungkook fic #jeongguk fic #bts scnearios #kpop scenarios #bts #bangtan #bts percy jackson au #percy jackson au #demigod au #mythology au #action #drabble series #the ebb and flow #xbaepsae

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rreeaahh · 3 years

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“I didn’t hear you saying otherways” | Oliver Wood

pairing: oliver x gryffindor! fem! reader

words count: 2,919

requested by: @sillyely - i hope you’ll like it❤ promts: 1. Shut your mouth right now, or I’ll shut it for you. 6. It was only a kiss, don’t start to overthink it. 8. I can’t do this anymore, I need to tell you the truth.

warnings: angst; swearing; alcohol

“Y/N, he is Oliver Wood, a Quidditch teammate,” smiled Katie while doing the presentation, “And that’s Y/N, my best friend.”

Oliver smiled to you and shake your hand gently, his skin feeling rough but still giving you a warm feeling. Katie talked about him all the time, saying how funny he is and yet so responsible and hard-working, so she took the first occasion to get you two know each other.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you doing?” he asked politely, his voice a little hoarse from all the screaming at his team on the pitch.

“Me too”, you answered and realized what he said just after the words left your mouth. “Sorry, sorry! I thought you said it’s nice to meet me!” you explained, a big desire to disappear taking control over you.

“And yeah, that’s the funniest memory I have”, said Oliver to the people that were playing truth or dare in the Common Room.

It was another year when the Gryffindors won the House Cup, a good reason to celebrate by having a party – a secret party. All the walls, doors, windows and even the floor and the ceiling of the room were charmed to be soundproof so nobody outside would hear the muggle music that was blasting. Everyone was having a good time despite of any trouble faced during the year and that party was a good way to say your goodbyes to the seventh years, Oliver being a part of them.

It’s true that you two met because of Katie, because even you were housemates, you never bumped into each other. He laughed at you a long time after that day but eventually he stopped; you thought he forgot because he never mentioned it after that – until now, in front of a big group of people, some of them a little drunk and easier to be made to laugh.

“Oh, shut up, Oliver,” said Katie from your left, looking at the boy in your right with a crooked smile; you could smell the firewhiskey in her breath but it didn’t bother you – you were in the same state.

Oliver laughed along with the rest, only Percy being serious from his spot on the couch. He didn’t approve with the party, but he couldn’t oppose to the entire house of Gryffindors. He ended up drinking firewhiskey on the couch – at the insistence of the twins – and only watching everything that happened around him.

“Y/N, your turn,” spoke Angelina raising a brow at you, a daring smile on her lips.

“Truth,” you said again, for the third time, gaining a round of exclamations from the players. The music was loud enough to cover your mumbling as you told them to fuck off.

“You’re not fun,” sighed Fred, his twin agreeing with him as Angelina was thinking for something.

“Oh, I know!” she said full of excitement, clapping her hands. “Do you remember, in your third year, when you were writing in that diary of yours about a crush?”

Unfortunately, you did. She and Katie found it under your bed, but luckily, you didn’t write a name – it was about a boy and nothing more.

“Yes,” you said slowly, waiting for her to say the question.

“Who was it all about?”

Suddenly, all the eyes were on you, more focused than when you came out of your bedroom all dressed up: the black skirt was tight around your body, the red shirt was elegant but also sexy, thin and the first three buttons being unbuttoned, your spare neck filled with gold jewelry.

“Remember, Y/N, if you don’t answer, you take another shot,” Angelina reminded you, pointing at the nearly empty firewhiskey bottle in the center. You already were a little dizzy from the beginning of the party, so a little more alcohol couldn’t hurt you.

“You already had enough,” whispered Oliver looking in your eyes as he touched your arm, his hand feeling like it touched directly your skin through the red skirt.

“Percy,” you said out loud, everybody screaming in shook. You turned and watched the red-head who was also as shocked as the others.

“What the fuck?!” shouted Fred and then laughing.

“It was a long ago and I was a child,” you tried to explain, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m flattered,” said Percy with a little smile on his face, like he tried to comfort you.

“I always thought it was Oliver,” said Katie, still trying to process your confession.

The truth is that you fancied Percy from your second year to your third, seeing in him an admirable student, ready to help everyone. He was cute, with his freckles and red hair – the Weasley effect, how everybody in Hogwarts liked to say – but after meeting Oliver and spending more time with him, getting to know him and discovering how many things you had in common, you realized that your feelings for Percy were only feelings of sympathy, that kind of sympathy you have for someone you look up to. Oliver always gave you a feeling of warmth inside every time he spoke to you about Quidditch, with passion in his voice, every time he hugged you or comforted you when having a bad day. He was everything a girl could dream of: athlete, funny, kind, polite, hard-working. He wasn’t flawless, of course, but his imperfections seemed to be so little, nearly nonexistent in your eyes. And those feelings were present even then, when everybody talk about your old crush on Percy.

Oliver looked at Percy, then at you, then at Percy again, his face confused and frowned. “You never told me about it, I thought we shared everything,” he said a little sad, but the alcohol in your body made you laugh.

It was Katie’s turn – who picked dare and was forced to rate every guy she ever kissed. Angelina gave that dare because she wanted to find the answer to an old question she asked a year ago. Katie told everyone that the best kisser she ever met was Adrian Pucey, her answer shocking everyone a lot more than your confession. “But Oliver isn’t bad either,” she continued and your jaw nearly dropped.

She kissed Oliver? Your best friend kissed the boy you had feelings for, even though she knew?

Your heart seemed to stop beating, the air refusing to enter your lungs.

“I knew it! I knew you two kissed that day after practice!” Angelina shouted, only making it worst.

Deep down in your heart you hoped that Oliver shared your feelings – all his sweet talk, the looks, the touches, smiles and compliments – all of this seemed to be flirting, but apparently it wasn’t. You felt your soul breaking but had no reaction outside. Katie grabbed your hand and tried to say something, but you didn’t pay attention to her. It was Fred’s turn to ask for truths or to give dares and the look in his eye only showed how excited he was – and that was scary and exciting at the same time.

The anger grew inside you, burning, and the only solution to cool it off seemed to be the bottle of alcohol. You took a big sip, George encouraging you as the liquid burned your throat. Katie never told you about it – not even mentioned something about Oliver being attractive in her opinion or something, and him, the little bastard, only played with you. They deserved each other.

After you putted the bottle down you could feel Oliver’s gaze on you. “I think you had enough, Y/N,” he said out loud, trying to make himself heard through the music.

“And I think you should mind your own business,” you laughed forced and moved your look away from him, back to Fred, who already dared his brother to take Angelina seven minutes in Heaven, the girl leaving with a blush on her cheeks. His brown eyes were now on Oliver, with a smirk on his face.

“Captain, truth or dare?” asked Fred, his voice a little cracked from the alcohol. They were the ones who brought it here – no one knew who or from where – but somehow, they were the most sober ones. Only them and Oliver barely touched the firewhiskey, the rest of you drinking it like it was water. Angelina, you, Katie and Lee were really drunk and you were feeling proud – if you weren’t drunk right now, you would cry your eyes out because Katie’s words. Oliver isn’t bad either. Your friend knew how his kiss tasted, how soft were his lips, how he could touch a girl to bring her closer – you didn’t.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” shouted Fred and the reality hit you again. “It’s your turn,” he explained seeing your confused face, “Oliver chose to drink because he’s a pussy.”

“Suck me, Weasley,” hummed Oliver gritting his teeth.

He was angry – you didn’t pay attention to him, but he was angry. How could you not tell him about Percy? How could you like Percy? Even if he was his friend, he was jealous just at the thought of you, having feelings for another boy than him. From the very first day you two met he knew you were special; your smile, your eyes, your soft touch, your voice and the way you blushed after thinking he said he was glad to meet you – all of his haunted him and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was mad that you didn’t tell him – it’s true that he didn’t mention his kiss with Katie, but that was a mistake. He asked her to kiss him just because he needed to be sure that his feelings for you couldn’t be changed by anything; it was a stupid idea, of course, but when he found his lips against Katie’s and his mind dreaming about the day he could kiss you, he knew. He never had the guts to confess, because he never felt like it was the right moment – and all that lion bravery died because there he was: his last year at Hogwarts just ended and the girl he was in love with had a crush on his friend. Did your feelings for Percy changed? He wasn’t sure about that, because Percy was a great guy: responsible and a bright future ahead, husband material.

“I bet he is,” you said to Fred only to annoy Oliver. “Give me a dare, Freddie, I won’t refuse it,” your words made Fred’s eyes sparkle. Katie laughed and you felt annoyed because of hearing her, but you ignored it.

“I dare you, Y/N,” he started and then bitted his lower lip, searching for something good, “I dare you to kiss Percy.”

Your breath stopped as you tried to process his words.

“Fred, are you insane?” spoke Percy from the couch.

“Oh, c’mon, Perce, it’s only a kiss, a peck,” Fred smiled to his brother.

“He’s not even playing,” scoffed Oliver and his voice set fire to your rationality.

“Yes, I’m not even playing,” agreed Percy immediately.

“It’s only a kiss, Percy,” you said, suddenly looking at him. “I won’t bite you, pinky promise,” you chuckled as you got up and stayed beside him on the couch, your eyes being glassy from the alcohol which started to take effect.

“Only ten seconds,” Fred added.

“Only ten seconds, Percy,” you whispered as you approached.

Percy had no reaction – he didn’t pull away, he didn’t approach – until your lips were on his, softly moving. Then he cupped your face gently, responding to your actions. Fred started to count from one to ten, but at three he stopped, looking at you kind of shocked when you climbed into his brother’s lap, wanting to have a better position. You didn’t feel a sparkle, or a fire in your heart, but it was nice and sweet, his other hand resting on your waist as your fingers where in his hair.

“Ten,” laughed Fred and you stayed there for two more seconds, and then smiled at Percy from his lap.

“You’re a good kisser, Percy,” the alcohol in your veins told him, a blush appearing in his cheeks.

“Ok, let’s move on, should we?” said Oliver and you smirked to yourself, coming back to your place on the floor.

“I think Y/N should move in another room with Percy,” said Fred and winked at his brother, who rolled his eyes and left to his dormitory, your eyes following him without realizing.

“It was only a kiss, don’t start to overthink it,” told Oliver to you, his voice being annoyed as he didn’t even looked at you.

“You know what, Wood?” you said in the same tone, “You can go and fuck yourself,” and with that you got up, leaving the Common Room in a hurry.

You entered your dormitory and slammed the door, running your hand trough your hair. The kiss with Percy meant nothing and that was very clear to you – but the way Oliver spoke to you, his tone, his words, the fact that he kissed Katie… everything was too much and the overwhelming feeling made you cry without realizing it.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” shouted Oliver as he entered your room like a hurricane, also slamming the door behind him.

“What do you want?! Leave me the fuck alone!”

But he didn’t seem to hear you, walking to you and grabbing your arm. “Why did you kissed him?”

His question made you laugh. Who he thought he is to ask for an explanation for your actions?

“Because I wanted to,” you simply said, a frowned look on your face.

His smelled like oranges and alcohol and his eyes were nearly black, the anger making them darker than usual.

“Why the fuck do you care? Usually you don’t care about me! I don’t care if you kiss someone, or fuck someone so you shouldn’t care either, you’re not my father to ask me about the boys I kiss!”

“I care about you,” he said calmly as he took a deep breath.

“Oh, yeah? Well, you don’t care enough then! You didn’t care about me when you kissed my best friend and then kept it a secret, so fuck off!” You tried to release your hand from his grip, but he only made it tighter.

“I can’t do this anymore, I need to tell you the truth,” he sighed and closed his eyes, but that only made you even more angry, the tears in your eyes flowing on your face.

“The truth? I don’t give a damn about the truth, Oliver!” you laughed. “You don’t need to explain me anything,” you said quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” he said out of the sudden.

The time stopped. He just told you he’s in love with you.

“I am in love with you since the day we met.”

“You fucker!” you screamed and punched his chest. “You can’t just tell me you love me since then on your last day here! You’re selfish and stupid and I hate you!”

Oliver was angry too, he had no idea why, but your words made him mad – not because you injured him, but because you were angry too.

“You’re not serious,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re a coward, you never made a move, only flirted with me and then kissed my friend,” you said hurt. “But it’s ok,” you added with a smile on your lips, “I’m sure there are boys who know how to act towards a girl – Percy, for example,” you smirked, wanting to hurt him even a bit, but his face seemed to be more angry than hurt. “He really is a good kisser, I wonder what else he knows to do with that mouth.”

“A good kisser?” Oliver laughed, this way releasing of part of his emotions which started to boil.

“Yes, he has soft lips and a nice touch,” you continued, “I think I’ll ask him tomorrow to go on a date sometime, and maybe after that he’ll show me what means a true man, because you never did.”

The idea of Percy, his friend, touching you, kissing you, holding you – that drove him crazy.

“Shut your mouth right now, or I’ll shut it for you,” he growled through his teeth, your wrist ached from his grip.

“How, Oliver?” you laughed mocking him, “You weren’t able to confess your feelings and now you think you can shut m-“

But he did. He shut your mouth by pressing his against it, in an aggressive way, his lips moving with hunger. It annoyed you how fast you let your guard down, responding to his kiss and moaning at the feeling of his tongue on your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss – permission you gave to him when you felt his hand on your ass.

He was rough yet soft, his kiss soft yet giving you a feeling of burning from the firewhiskey he drank before you kissed Percy. He pulled away and breathed heavily, resting his head against yours and looking in your eyes, his being warmer now.

“I’m sure Percy couldn’t kiss you like that,” he said in a mean tone, but with a proud smile on.

“You’re a dick,” you laughed.

“Me too,” he said softly and made you confused. Oh, sorry, I thought you said that you love me.”

“Now you want to show me that you’re not a coward, Wood?” you raised a brow at him.

“I didn’t hear you saying otherways”, he said cocky and pulled you in for another kiss.

#oliver wood #oliver x y/n #oliver x reader #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #fred weasley #george weasley #percy weasley #fanfic #angst

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4haechie · 4 years

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son of apollo!donghyuck

pairing: son of apollo!donghyuck x child of athena!reader genre: fluff, comedy, some adventure/action, pjo au, e2l au words: 3,173 warning: couple of curse words here n there a/n: i reference a bunch of pjo characters in this so if u haven’t read pjo *crowd booing*

so donghyuck’s the son of apollo right

there’s like no arguing when it comes to that

he’s extremely talented at singing and making music, dancing, rapping, songwriting, so he’s no doubt apollo’s offspring

and he’s naturally gifted at archery as well

you can’t spell haechan without ACE teehee

u on the other hand

you’re athena’s child

you love to read and write you’re incredibly smart ofc

you love competing and winning and taking part in strategy making to bring your opponents DOWN 💅🏼

athena’s the goddess of wisdom as well as warcraft so needless to say you’re exceptional in both fields

you’re not just textbook smart, no no, you’re able to apply all the knowledge you learn…well…irl

not to mention you’re good with all kinds of weapons

ur fave weapons include swords and spears :D

you’re okay w knives too!!! and daggers!!! you’re not picky

but you’re better w longer blades just cuz u have more experience w them

fun fact: you’re the head of the athena cabin and donghyuck’s the head of the apollo cabin

you’re both great leaders, always doing your best to make the best strategies to win capture the flag, the chariot races, and other fun activities chiron plans for the campers 😁

but . you guys are Sworn Enemies

actually the better term to use would be “rivals”

you guys r So competitive to the point where you actually developed a rivalry during your first few years at camp half-blood

donghyuck LOVES to win but so do you… so obv he’s gonna go out of his way to make sure he/his cabin wins

that doesn’t mean you’ve ever backed down from his challenges…

if he’s competitive you’re twice as competitive

one day after breakfast during your fifth year at camp when you’re both about 18, chiron decides to host a good old game of capture the flag

u know . for old times’ sake 😼

once he makes the announcement you immediately turn to your cabin mates

“we have to win no matter what”

“y/n, it’s just capture the flag. we’re not fighting gaea”

“bitch are u in or not”

the entire dining hall is buzzing with excitement

nothing makes a demigod’s day like a capture the flag announcement 😌

chiron suddenly grabs the megaphone again and calls out “this time however there’s a little twist,” he chuckles as everybody goes silent

you raise an eyebrow

“you’ll be in teams of course. everybody has to play. there’s twenty cabins, so there will be ten teams of two cabins each. i’ll pair you guys up myself. each pair gets a flag–so there’s ten flags in total. the game will be won by the pair who manages to collect all flags and brings them back to their base before anyone has the chance to steal their own flag.”

the demigods burst into intense chatter and discussion once more

you turn your head back to your siblings and tilt your head in slight confusion

you’ve never played capture the flag in teams before

“anyone but apollo. i’m literally begging. sam, pray to athena right now”

“y/n RELAX”

“i think if we’re partners with apollo’s cabin i’ll actually jump into tartarus”

“…”

“what? percy and annabeth survived” 🙄

chiron pulls out a scroll and calls out the pairings one by one

poseidon and demeter, hades and ares (good luck to them), so on and so forth

your heart keeps racing . athena’s name has not been called out yet

and just like that your worst fear comes true

“athena cabin with apollo cabin. the game will commence in thirty minutes, which is how much time you have to prepare. good luck and stay safe!”

you drop your head into your palm (aka head in hands meme jpg)

“this is the worst day of my entire life”

“y/n, you’re hands down the most dramatic person i’ve ever met”

maybe it’s just you–bc your siblings seem fine with the apollo kids

they have so many apollo cabin friends :(

curse u and donghyuck’s little rivalry that the entire camp and chiron knows about

so him putting yall together definitely was not a coincidence cough cough

can u blame him

🌤🌈 he just wants all of u to get along 🌈🌤

he’s seen w his own two centaur eyes what happens when demigods fight between themselves

it’s not healthy

he needs u guys to get along bc u and donghyuck are some of the best demigods at camp rn

ur quick wits and amazing sword skills

his position as the camp’s best archer

imagine how powerful yall would be if u two worked together

if only you got along from the start.. but nooooo

ur egos r just too high F

but anyway, back to the present

you’re sitting there, head in your hands, dreading this already when some of the apollo kids swagger over to your guys’ table

donghyuck is in front of them as he scoffs after seeing your dreadful state

“why the sad face, y/n?”

you lift your head up to see him hovering over your seat and roll your eyes

you get up and your siblings follow

you’re just gonna have to make do. you don’t have time to complain

the thing is

you’ve only lost capture the flag once 👎🏼

a few summers ago the apollo cabin defeated the entire camp leaving everybody speechless

it’s true they didn’t defeat JUST you but somehow you thought it was personal

you had the PERFECT record 😕

zero losses . only wins

but bc of the apollo kids your cabin’s record was tarnished

which is sorta why you started hating them (esp donghyuck their leader) so much

donghyuck caught on immediately and made it a point to compete just as hard as u

so yea. that’s how you became rivals

he knows how much ur gonna hate working with him but u don’t really have a choice now do u :/

so he knows exactly why u have a sad face

but this is donghyuck we’re talking about

just bc yall r “rivals” doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tease u 😂😂😂

(or maybe he teases u bc he thinks ur cute and he hopes one day u realise him teasing is actually donghyuck for flirting 🤭)

“you know damn well why, lee donghyuck”

“oh c’mon i think it’ll be fun! if we combine our skills, we definitely have a hundred percent chance of winning”

you cross your arms and glance at your siblings who just shrug in agreement

you sigh loudly

“don’t even think about fucking this is up, donghyuck. and just so we’re clear, i’m in charge”

he laughs, “yup! got it”

so you start talking strategy

you only have 30 minutes so you need to make the best of it

you divide the two cabins into pairs so that an athena and an apollo kid will be paired together and in charge of smth diff

you have plenty of people on your team – 5 in athena’s cabin and 5 in apollo’s cabin

some will handle weapons and safety gear, some will handle mapping out the playing area which was basically the entirety of the woods, some will be setting up traps near your team’s flag to prevent others from coming close

30 minutes quickly pass and after dividing the work and planning your strategy with donghyuck and friends you turn your attention back to chiron who has his megaphone in hand

everyone’s told to gather outside the dining hall at the open field before the game commences

you, donghyuck, and your teammates briefly talk strategy once more . just to make sure everybody knows what they’re supposed to do

“let the game begin!” chiron blows a loud whistle and the demigods scramble out of the field, going to their designated flag locations

your spot is near a little creek, but the forest around your flag is quite dense so u figure it’s relatively hard to locate

it’s not that late so the afternoon sun makes your skin glisten with sweat

“damn, can you tell your dad to chill tf out for a while,” you tell donghyuck jokingly

he just rolls his eyes but on the inside he’s kinda glad you’re being casual with him rather than 😡😡😡😡😡 like u normally are

u don’t know what it is about him today but u swear he’s acting different around u

he wasn’t… as annoying while discussing strategy ????

he actually ?????? listened ?????? to what u had to say 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he didn’t argue, he didn’t even throw around witty burns like he usually does w/o hesitation

u were like… is he ok

little do u know!!! he actually l*kes u 🤭🤭🤭

well… it’s not a 100% fact that HE himself knows as well

but his siblings caught on to his weird behaviour n figured smth was up

mark being one of hyuck’s closest friends n siblings in the apollo cabin, realised he was acting weird ever since yall got grouped together

he seemed nervous ⁉️ which he never ever is

he’s like the most confident person mark’s ever known

so mark was like *thinks*

after putting two and two together mark came to the conclusion that he might have a small crush on u

bc hyuck kept glancing over at u, kept talking abt how ur a good leader (he’s never gonna tell YOU that tho. he crossed his heart on that one)

mark was like i didn’t even ask but ok

mark was confused at first tho cuz everybody and their mom knows about your guys’ rivalry so why tf would hyuck have a crush on someone he considers his rival

mark decides not to get ahead of himself bc hey!!! maybe he doesn’t have a crush, maybe he just thinks ur a good leader

like that’s it u know?

LMAO 🤫

so anywayz where was i

ah right

the flag

OK SO ur team’s flag is yellow ! :D

it’s like the colour of sunflowers

you and donghyuck r in charge of guarding the flag while ur team members scout around for the other flags

easy peasy

you and donghyuck are at your base now, weapons drawn just in case

the flag is hung on a poll couple feet taller than you

you’re dressed in ur usual training clothes – a pair of washed out shorts, a very old orange camp half-blood shirt; your sword’s sheath hanging from one of the belt loops of your shorts

donghyuck’s dressed similarly – a pair of blue ripped jeans, the same orange camp shirt tucked into them, but he has a purple flannel on, which he takes off and ties around his waist

“it’s so freaking hot,” he says, mentally agreeing with the comment u made about apollo earlier

“tell me about it”

there’s a silence that follows, the only sound heard is the subtle flow of the creek water

you’re thankful for the silence

it’s easier to keep an ear open for opponents on their way to steal your flag

just as you think about it, an ares and a hades kid approach your base

they’re on the other side of the creek, less than ten to fifteen feet away

“hi y/n,” the hades kid you’re kind of close to says

you shoot him a fake smile before holding your sword in front of you

donghyuck pulls out an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in his bow, aiming for the two demigods in front of you

the creek isn’t that deep, so the two demigods cross it with ease

they have their weapons drawn; they’re now a couple of feet away from you and more importantly the flag

no words are said as donghyuck lets his arrow fly and knock the hades’ kid sword out of his hands

he didn’t use an arrow with a sharp tip, you note

the hades’ kid stumbles backwards, imbalanced after he gets unarmed

you stand your ground as the ares’ kid scrambles forward, attacking you with her sword

your blades clash defiantly

you continue to spar with all your might

from the corner of your eye you see that the hades’ kid, sword back in hand, is battling donghyuck on your left

the flag is right behind you and donghyuck; you can’t let the two demigods get near it

you and the ares kid are still battling each other, putting all your strength into making sure she surrenders

but u should know better

ares and athena kids have many similarities like their love for winning, their confidence in battle, etc.

it’s like looking in a mirror

you don’t have anything against this particular ares kid, though

“c’mon, y/n, give up already”

that REALLY makes your blood boil

you never give up, no matter what

with one final blow of your sword, you knock her sword out of her hands, making her think she distracted you with her words

she goes flying back, half her body landing in the creek water

her sword lies in between you and her, but you doubt she’ll have the courage to fight again

the hades kid sees this and quickly scrambles away from hyuck, picking up the ares kid’s sword and giving her a hand up

“this is why i hate you and your siblings–your huge ego always gets in the way,” you hear the hades kid grumble to his partner as they run away from you, shame written all over their defeat

hyuck laughs and wipes sweat from his forehead

you can’t help but laugh either

you love it here at 🧡 camp half-blood 🧡

a few moments pass as your teammates emerge from the dense woods, each pair with a different colour flag held between them

you smile in victory

you quickly bring down your flag from its pole and give it to hyuck

“me? it was your plan…”

“yeah, but i couldn’t have done it without you, hyuck”

he almost passes out at your choice of nickname

back at the main hall, chiron announces your team as the winner, and that the prize yall being excused from doing chores all week long!!!!

it’s not much, but hey, at least you and hyuck ended up working together and winning the game, right?

later, hyuck pulls you aside from your cabin mates, and walks you to the lakeside

you two sit at the deck, side by side, watching the water doing nothing in particular

you watch as hyuck swings his feet lightly, his toes barely touching the water

“y/n, do you hate me?” donghyuck asks out of the blue

you’re like 😳 what

now that he asks you that . like straight up . it makes u think

do u REALLY hate him

or do u just hate losing to him

“why would i hate you?” you question back

“i don’t know? i guess because of our, um, rivalry thing i thought you can’t stand me”

you play with the beads of your camp necklace

“i don’t hate you, donghyuck. i just hate losing. i guess it’s the athena in me,” you laugh at how lame you sound

“i hate losing too, but i don’t hate you, in case you’re wondering.”

he takes a deep breath

“i know we started going against one another ‘cause of that one time my cabin won capture the flag, but i don’t want things to stay this way,” he pushes his hair back

“i guess what i’m saying is… i like working with you.” he pauses

“yeah,” he says, as if more convinced now, “and i would really like to get to know you better,” he clears his throat, very clearly embarrassed

you laugh at his flustered state

“stop laughing at me,” he stretches the last syllable as he lightly shoves you with his shoulder

you’re trying even harder to not laugh now, but for his sake, you hold it in

“that’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever said”

he crosses his arms, “i’m always cute”

you’re like. THE NERVE?????? 😒😒😒

“how ‘bout we go slow? i mean, we just became un-enemies, we’re gonna need to be friends first, right?” you poke his shoulder

“you make a good point”

“i’m literally athena’s child, but okay”

“shut up!”

✨ time skip ✨

both u and hyuck stay at camp over the holidays which means more bonding time!!! yay!!!!!

a year has passed and u and hyuck r basically bffs, attached at the hip, and everybody except mark is surprised as fuck

rmb the days when hyuck thought u were “cute”?

welp 🤭 he’s at that point where everything u do makes his heart flutter

yeah… he likes u Like A Lot

u have no clue abt his feelings for u and he has no clue abt ur feelings for him either

exactly a year after the iconic capture the flag game, ur both seated at the deck by the lakeside, side by side, again

“y/n…there’s something you need to know”

“if you’re gonna tell me about the mixtape you’re dropping with mark, i literally don’t want to hear it”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME”

“YOU GOT THE ENTIRE CAMP’S HOPES UP FOR NO REASON”

both of you burst into fits of laughter

after calming down, he shoves your shoulder lightly with his shoulder, like he always does (only to u tho)

“no, seriously, i need to tell you something”

“what’s up?”

“i,” he pauses, clears his throat, “like you. a lot–i have for a while now.”

you swear your heart stops beating and your brain explodes

HE? LIKES? U?????????

he continues, “i don’t know if you like me back, but i’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long–guess i didn’t have the courage until recently,” he lets out an airy laugh

you’re looking at him in the eyes now; a subtle shimmer of the afternoon sun sparkling in his eyes

“hyuck, i like you too. how could i possibly not?” you chuckle at his shocked expression

he goes :O

he’s genuinely speechless when you lean forward and press your lips ever so softly onto his

you literally feel him freeze, which worries you for a second, but your worry is washed away when he slowly kisses you back

you melt right then and there

he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers, as you pull away, a faint pink blush painting both your cheeks

“wow”

“really, y/n? that’s all you have to say? what happened to being wisdom’s child, huh?”

“donghyuck, i SWEAR to ALL THE GODS–!”

your sentence is cut off when he presses his lips onto yours again, you smile into the kiss which causes him to smile with you

he kisses you again and again, and then again, until you’re both a giggling mess

“let’s stay like this forever, yeah? what do you say?” he says, bringing his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back and looking at you

you look at your intertwined hands, and then back up at him, “i’d like that”

#lee donghyuck #lee haechan #donghyuck fluff #haechan fluff #donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck imagines #haechan imagines #donghyuck headcanons #haechan headcanons #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct bullet imagines #haechan bullet imagines #donghyuck bullet imagines #mine

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angelsodreamy-no2 · 3 years

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what miraculous the 7 would own :

the idea was heavily inspired by @/tessa.chb on tiktok, i'm trying my best to make the answers something unexpect but maybe will kinda make sense, idk. the 7 = HoO series !!!

Percy : either the cat miraculous or the fox miraculous, but i think i might go with the fox miraculous. yes i know percy would look so good in a black suit + plagg radiates the same energy as him, but thats the problem. it'd genuinely be better for him to have a kwami who can properly advice him but still be laid back as well. i also think that the fox miraculous might suit him best because it grants the power of illusion, meaning you'll be able to distract people easily. which is something that percy does quite often, it makes him unpredictable. i was going to give him the ladybug miraculous, but i think tikki might annoy him a bit.

Annabeth : the dragon miraculous. longg (the dragon kwami) is wise and gives clear instruction which annabeth will probably love. the dragon miraculous also grants you the power to change into the 4 elements, making you able to be as creative as possible + can easily confuse your enemy. disguising herself as elements can be equivelant to her wearing her invisiblity cap, and annabeth is really creative as well.

Piper : it took me a day to think believe it or not, but in the end i decided to give her the snake miraculous. it is given to those who are wise, street smart, and capable of thinking quickly. through out the series, everytime there's a problem that involves piper, she always uses her quick thinking to save everyone. i also genuinely think that her and sass would get along nicely. they can balance each other out, and i think the teal suit would go well with her pretty eyes.

jason : the tiktok where i got the inspiration from suggested that jason would fit well as the owner of the buterfly miraculous. even if it could make sense, i think we've learned enough that jason doesn't like to control people. even if the butterfly miraculous doesn't really control people, it's purpose is to make someone else do something for you which in my opinion would suit nico or piper more. so i decided to give him the horse miraculous instead so he can teleport to help his friends when needed. jason grace in a brown suit... ahhhh.

Frank : i wanted to focus more on his mars side, like highlighting his excellent strategy making and leadership skills. so i decided to give frank the bee miraculous. i seriously do not know on what miraculous to give him, i'm kinda desperate rn and this is the best i can come up with so if you have a better idea then tell me. but anyways i decided to give him the bee miraculous because it's the miraculous of subjection and if used wisely then it can be very useful. unlike the butterfly miraculous, the bee miraculous can control only one person. but... you can control it fully and unlike the butterfly miraculous, it won't be able to object you. also pollen and frank would get along so great, and honestly pollen deserves a much more kind miraculous owner.

Hazel : by canon hazel's very strong headed and when she sets her mind on something, she'll do it amazingly. idk how but i ended up giving her the cat miraculous. hazel would fit well as the owner of the cat miraculous most imo because she's a really careful person, by canon she's actually badass and not a softie at all, and i think she's someone able to not be influenced by plagg's horrible (negative) advices and such. her personality matches adrien's and she'd balance well with plagg as well.

Leo : the ladybug miraculous. idk why but i'm now laughing as i'm typing this because imagine leo wearing ladybug's suit i- lmfao anyways... it'd suit him well imo because the owner of the ladybug miraculous must be someone who's insanely creative and is a quick thinker. i'm not too sure tho whether leadership skills are a part of it or not, if it is then i might have to change it but if it's just based on the power it holds then i think it'd suit leo very well. also tikki and leo would be an amazing pair of friends i just know it.

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oakandgumtrees · 4 years

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A Name That’s Particular (aka the genderqueer Tonks fic all about her name)

Also on Ao3

Before she was born, her mother spent a long time looking through lists of ancient Greek and Roman mythological names. “I’m not naming her after any of my relatives,” Andromeda explained to Ted, “but I like the tradition. It’s not just stars - Narcissa was named after Narcissus.”

Ted shrugged and went along with it. The list of possible names was very long, even after they crossed off the names that showed up on the Black family tree. They could find something good there. Andromeda had given up a lot when she left her family; he wanted to give her what traditions he could.

For a boy, they chose the name Hesperus. For a girl, Andromeda came up with a new name, Nymphadora. And so, when she was born, Nymphadora is what the baby was called.

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When she turned two, they had a very quiet birthday celebration with her parents and paternal grandparents. It wasn’t safe to do more, not in the middle of the war when she was the daughter of the Black who married a muggleborn. Andromeda and Ted had both been doing their healer’s apprenticeships under fake names and glamours, and they’d talked more than once about moving to America until things were better. But how would things get better if people didn’t make them better?

So they stayed, and she spent a lot of time being babysit by her grandparents in a heavily warded house. On her birthday, they blew up balloons and her grandma made a chocolate cake, with ‘Happy Birthday Dora’ written on the top in white icing.

“Mum,” Ted said with a sigh when he saw it. “You know Andy doesn’t like it when you shorten Nymphadora’s name.”

“Nonsense,” Jenny replied, carefully placing two candles on top. “Nyphadora’s much too big a name for such a little girl. Let her grow into it first.”

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When she was five, her mum brought her to Ottery St Catchpole to play with the Weasley boys. Bill was a bit older, and Percy was really too young for a lot of games still, but Charlie was just her age. She thought their orangey-red hair was great, and her own started to change to match. Charlie’s eyes went wide, and he tugged on Mrs Weasley’s skirt. “Mum, who’s that?” he whispered loudly.

“This is Nymphadora,” Mrs Weasley told him. “She’s come over to play with you all. How about you show her the garden?”

Charlie nodded enthusiastically, and grabbed her hand to tug her out the door. “C’mon!” he told her. “Bill! Bill, look at Nifda - Nimma - look at Nym’s hair!”

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When she was eleven, it got really, really obvious how many people knew (or knew of) her mother. "Oh of course," they said when they heard her name. "You're Andromeda Black's daughter."

"It's Tonks," she always corrected them, sometimes with a scowl, sometimes just plain weary. "Andromeda Tonks . Nymphadora Tonks ." She was proud of her dad, and proud of her mum choosing her dad instead of her stupid family, and she wasn't going to let anyone get away with calling her a Black.

Eventually, she said it enough times that people started saying "the Tonks kid" instead. They usually didn't remember her first name, but she didn't care. They remembered she was a Tonks.

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She went on her first date when she was fifteen, with one of the boys from the Ravenclaw quidditch team. They had Care of Magical Creatures together, and one day, after class, he asked her, "To- I mean, uh, Nymphadora? Would you like to - to go to Hogsmeade this weekend? With me, I mean?"

"Dear Merlin, just call me Tonks," she replied. "Nymphadora makes me sound like someone who wears pink dresses and lace."

"Right, sorry," John said, making a face. "Um. Is that a...no?"

She flushed. "No! I mean, yes. I mean, no that's not a no, yes I'd like to go with you!" She covered her face with her hands, took a deep breath, and tried again. "Let's go to Hogsmeade."

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She stayed at home after she graduated: it was convenient, already floo-connected, cheap, and she did actually like her parents. The one thing she didn’t like was how they constantly called her Nymphadora. It wasn’t a totally awful name, she supposed, but that didn’t mean she wanted it to be her name. She liked being called Tonks. She was used to it. It suited her. But every time one of her friends came over and called her Tonks, her mum would double down and call her Nymphadora twice as often. It was infuriating.

And then one night, her dad said, “Can you clear the table, Nymphadora?” and she just couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Stop CALLING me that!” she yelled, her hair flaring bright red, and stomped up to her room.

She slammed the door behind her, dropped down on the bed, and immediately commenced feeling like an idiot for making such a big deal about being called her actual, legal name.

She was still wallowing ten minutes later when her dad knocked on the door and called out quietly, “Can I come in, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled into her pillow. Sure. He was probably coming to tell her not to be so rude. Or that she shouldn’t make such a fuss about the name her mum picked for her.

Ted let himself in and sat down on the edge of her bed, looking at her with a rueful smile. “That bad, huh?” he murmured. “Sweetheart - Tonks - I owe you an apology.”

She rolled over and stared at him, bewildered. “...what?”

“My legal first name is Christopher,” he revealed quietly. “Christopher Edward Tonks. I was about six when I decided I hated my first name, and spent the next two years insisting everyone call me Edward instead. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you said the same thing to me.”

She stared harder, her mind racing. “You...you just changed it? And everyone… You and Mum never call me Tonks!”

One corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s a little more awkward going by your surname in a room full of people with the same one,” he pointed out. “But we should have realised this was more than just a nickname for you. Choosing your name was something special for us, something Andy in particular put a lot of thought into, but it’s your name. If it doesn’t fit you, you don’t have to keep it, any more than you have to keep shoes that don’t fit just because they were a gift.”

She searched his face, then launched into a hug, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing tightly. “You couldn’t have told me that a year ago?” she asked, but she was too grateful for it to have much bite. “Does that mean you’ll call me Tonks now?”

“I will,” he promised, hugging her back and rubbing her back gently. “I’m sorry it took me this long to talk to you about it. I’ll make sure Andy works on it too.”

“It wasn’t that bad until I was home all the time,” she admitted, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Everyone’s been calling me Tonks at school for years.” Yeah, over the summers her parents called her Nymphadora, but summers ended. It wasn’t that annoying in small doses.

“I’m sorry,” Ted said again. “You can pick a new first name too, if you want. I recommend it, actually - calling you Tonks might get a bit confusing when we go visit Grandma and Grandpa.” He pulled back, looking at her seriously. “But if you decide not to, we’ll all respect it.”

A few weeks later, she got a letter from her grandparents, and for the first time in a very long time, the name on the envelope felt like hers.

#tonks #harry potter fandom #genderqueer tonks #jk rowling does not own our characters #fanfic #sorry I couldn't figure out the read more thing so this is a relatively long post #trans rights matter #gender diversity matters

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mochideleche · 4 years

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You can’t keep away from fate | CH5

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

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You found yourself sat on the porch of the big house that night, watching the setting sun and the few campers that mr d had rallied to help him pack the strawberries into crates to sell. Of course it was nowhere near for the strawberries to be in season but when you have a god on the farm, that doesn’t really matter. You found it rather funny how despite being a place kept secret from most mortals, a place were the monsters and gods existed, the camp had a rather successful strawberry business which seemed so out of place to you.

Coming form a completely different country, you were surprised to find that you had been able to fit into camp half blood quite easily. Many campers were from surrounding states, the furthest was an apollo camper who had previously lived in canada but now stayed all year round.

You had even became friendly with Clarisse and that was saying something since she practically wanted to beat up anyone who even breathed in her direction, but after she saw how you single handedly stole the flag, you had her respect and that was rather commendable according to annabeth.

Speaking of annabeth, you two had become extremely close, you would even go as far to saying best friends. Apart from percy and her siblings, you noticed that she didn’t really seem very close with any other campers and as chiron had asked her to show you the ropes, the amount of time you spent together was enough to result in you two becoming inseparable.

You even had a few sleepovers where annabeth would come to the big house and you’d sneak down to the living room to watch old movies on the tv and sneak snacks from the kitchen. It was the most normal you had felt in weeks- considering you were at a training camp filled with children of gods and had a forest filled with monsters and giant scorpions.

You heard the creak of the floorboards to your right and turned to see percy. He was dry now, in a new change of clothes- his orange camp shirt, jeans and sneakers and small smile made its way onto his face as he approached you, “hey”

“Hey” you replied, watching him take a seat next to you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched the sun bathe everything in a golden tinge, the greek buildings that scattered the green looked as if they were glowing.

“So when were you planning to tell me about you little nature powers” percy mocked, wiggling his fingers at you making you laugh.

“Surprise?” you said.

“Uh-huh” percy said unsatisfied as he crossed his arms and turned to you.

“What does ananke have to do with the elements anyways, can you do fire too?”

you simply click your fingers and a flame ignited in your palm, percy’s face was filled with amazement, “awesome”

you chuckled, “my mother was there at the beginning of the universe. Apparently her and chronos- the god of time, not kronos the titan” you explained briefly as a shocked look appeared on percys face, “were the ones to create the world and in the myths it says that their “serpent coils intertwined” -something like that, and that created the universe- earth, heaven and sea”

Percy looked confused, “your mum was a snake?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s just a myth,” you waved your hand dismissing the story, “But since she basically was there at the beginning of the world, well i guess she took part in creating water, earth and air” you shrugged. “But that’s just a guess, i could get my powers from my dad’s side, his father was a demigod and his great grandfather was too, so there’s a lot of gods in my ancestory”

“So fire could be from Hephaestus?” Percy questioned.

you shrugged again, “I’m not really sure but it could be”

Percy nodded, “are you related to poseidon then?” he looked down at his feet, awkwardly kicked the stones around, “since you can- you know, control water”

“Oh- no,” you said, your eyes widening understanding at what percy was hinting at- or was he hinting at that? Did he like you? Your face began to heat up, “My great grandmother was a naiad”

Percy let out a breath, he looked relieved, “oh okay”

a small smile was on your face, did he like you?

“So you get anything else from your mum? Like being able to read the future or like spin really well”

You burst out laughing, “Spinning? oh you mean because of the spindle- oh gods no, i don’t know how to spin” Your mothers symbol- a spindle, in your opinion, it was probably one of the most lamest godly symbols you could have.

“well you’ve got to be connected with the spindle somehow” percy reasoned, “maybe if you prick your finger on it you’ll sleep for a thousand years”

you laughed even harder, “last time i checked i wan’t sleeping beauty, and a thousand years of sleep? doesn’t sound too bad, i think i’d enjoy that”

“Not until your true love kisses you” Percy snickered, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, “so if you ever did end up falling into eternal sleep, i’ll be right there to kiss you awake, princess”

You heart began beating incredibly fast as your cheeks heated up, “oh- really?”

“mhmm” percy hummed, sending you a smirk. oh how you wanted to slap it right off his face.

you recomposed yourself and straighten your posture, “too bad, i’d never wake up then”

You laughed as percy’s face dropped, he began to pout “hey!”

“I’m joking!” you said between laughed, leaning towards him and placing a hand onto of his, “even if you did kiss me, i’d rather sleep for a thousand years anyways”

Percy cracked a smile, “can’t blame you”

You allowed you laughter to die down, as percy put his hands behind him and leaned back. you two were sitting close enough so that when he did, his right hand was situated just behind you, his arm brushing your side.

You turned around to look at percy and he had a soft side smile on his face as he stared off at the camp below you, his dark hair falling into his eyes.

“And what do we have here?” a voice called.

You and percy immediately turned to your right to see mr d standing there with his arms crossed and sending you a suspicious gaze, completed with a raised eyebrow.

You slowly inched back from percy to make the scene seem a little less scandalous as he began talking “ We were just-”

“Being lazy peter johnson?” mr d chided, and confusion suddenly washed over you.

Percy had sat up, retracting his hands from he porch, “Lazy, I-”

“when you really should be helping out in the strawberry fields with the order, such a prideful boy- you complete 3 quests and you think you’re some primadonna” mr d rambled.

you sighed, thank gods he was getting angry at something else and not the fact you and percy were at the big house alone- together.

you could see that percy too, was relived as he just smiled instead of getting angry at the fact that dionysus was shaming him as much as he could.

“-strawberries don’t just grow out of nowhere and neither do they get picked out of thin air- What are you still doing here johnson! the crates aren’t going to load themselves!”

“Right, i’ll be right there” Percy mocked but mr d didn’t seem to sense the sarcasm in his voice and the pot bellied man huffed,

“You better be Johnson,” and with that he turned around and rounded the porch out of sight.

You couldn’t help but let a scoff of laughter out and percy turned towards you with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Well i guess you better go help out” you giggled and percy rounded on you.

“How come he didn’t tell you to help?” he questioned.

Percy was right, mr d hadn’t even batted an eyelash in your direction or even acknowledge you were there.

You leaned in and covered one side of your mouth with you hand, “he’s scared of my mother”

You were certain this was correct, you remembered on the first day when mr d saw you standing in chirons office- you had never thought a god could look so scared.

He hurriedly welcomed you then backed out of the room as quickly as he had entered. It was common knowledge that your mother was an awfully powerful being, no doubt she could take on any olympian god and win. She was also in charge of the fates of the gods- being the goddess of destiny, and not to mention the fact that she had been there at the start of time- anyone would have all the right to be intimidated by her, even the gods.

Percy nodded like he understood, but still thought it was no good reason that you didn’t have to do labour, “no fair”

You shrugged, “wanna bring it up with mr d?”

Percy smiled, “all right, you win”

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The week was up, you were miserable. Despite only being at camp half blood for such a little time, you felt like it was your second home. Now you’d have to leave- your friends, your room in the big house, percy.

Gods you felt miserable that morning, your dad had sent for a driver to pick you up and bring you to the airport. And you were the most miserable standing at the top of halfblood hill, saying your last goodbye to everyone.

Chiron reassured that you were to camp back to camp halfblood, but even though you trusted this, it still didn’t stop you from trying not to cry.

“Promise you’ll message often okay?” Annabeth was saying, hugging you closely, you could hear the tightness in her voice.

“I promise” you said, stepping back and smiling at your new friend. It was no surprise that you and annabeth were as close as ever. You were surprisingly very similar. You both liked to study, enjoyed reading, had an admiration for beautiful buildings and you both liked to annoy percy.

“I’ll miss you Y/N” Grover bleated, wiping at the tears in his eyes, “you’ll come back, right?”

you nodded, although you weren’t exactly sure when this would happen.

You hugged grover who immediately began to sob, “who will help me write my pipe compositions now?”

you patted grovers back as you reassured him that there were many campers who would be willing to help him and he slowly stepped back, nodding his head and trying not to chew his shirt out of anxiousness.

Then there were percy. he stood with his hands in his pockets behind annabeth and grover, he was doing his best not to make eye contact with you.

Annabeth noticed this and grabbed grovers arm, “we’ll wait at the big house, percy” and grover began to protest but annabeth pulled him away before he could continue.

Percy watched them go down the hill with slight panic- his eyes were wide and his hand made it’s way up to rub his neck. He turned to you.

You gave him a sad smile and walked towards him, “so i guess this is it”

He nodded, “but you’re coming back right?”

You took a breath, you wanted to say yes but with everything going on, you weren’t sure if you’d make it back to camp, “i hope so”

the tension in the air was suffocating you. None of you were saying anything but you knew that both of you had plenty to say. You had spent many times with percy alone before- which often got you two in a lot of trouble and caused many rumours and teasing among the campers, but now it was the most awkward thing you had ever experienced.

maybe it was because you didn’t know how to say goodbye.

“I’ll miss you” percy chuckled, “but maybe now i’ll be the best sword fighter in camp again”

You smiled, chuckling at the memory.

It was the very first time you had sword practice, you decided it would be best just to go along with the lesson as you didn’t want to seem like you were arrogant and felt you didn’t need to be there (which was kind of true since you were a very good swordsman)

The instructor had asked you to get into pairs, you had slight anxiety since many of the campers there were unknown to you at the time but you felt a hand on your shoulder,

“Wanna pair up?” Percy asked and you were extremely glad he had offered.

You nodded your head as he handed you a sword from the rack.

You stood about two feet apart, swords raised and ready in stance.

“You ready?” percy asked and you nodded.

Then he lunged.

You saw this move coming and blocked the strike with no problem, then you tried to hit him from under his guard but he parried that too.

Seems like you were evenly match.

A smile made its way on your face, “Not going easy on me then?”

Percy chuckled, “ sorry princess but you’re not fooling me, i know you were trained straight from the womb so there’s no need to go easy on you”

You raised an eyebrow, “well then i guess i don’t have to hold back anymore”

And you drove straight for percys chest which he had momentarily left exposed. Unfortunately, he dodged out of the way just in time and proceeded to trying to skewer you.

The second you and percy had initiated combat, everyone’s eye were on you, even your instructors. You weren’t aware of the fact at that moment but annabeth had informed you after. All you were aware of was the fact that percy was trying to stab you- but you weren’t going to make it easy for him.

When you finally sashed at his hand, he retracted his sword but it was too late as you had kicked up your leg and sent his blade flying.

From that moment on, everyone in camp knew not to mess with you.

You stared at Percy, his sea green eyes looking everywhere but you. They kept shifting around nervously, on the grass, on pelius, on the big house, at his shoes- but not you.

You grabbed his arm, “riptide” you said, your other hand out flat.

“Uhm-” percy shuffled around in his pocket and brought out his pen.

You uncapped it and it extended into his sword, “does it work as an actual pen?” you questioned an amused smile on your face.

“Oh- uh” percy stuttered, understanding what you wanted to do.

He took the lip of the pen and looked at it, then at his sword. He then proceeded- almost as if he had no idea what he was doing, to attach the lid to the hilt of the sword. Riptide shrunk back into a pen.

“Brilliant guess” you said, taking the pen from percy, “you sure it won’t- transform back midway and decapitate your arm?”

Percy shrugged, “only one way to find out”

you placed the tip of the pen on his forearm, it didn’t chop it off so you thought it was safe to continue.

And you wrote out you number in incredibly neat print onto percy’s tanned skin.

“You’ll call me right?”

“obviously,” percy smiled, “even if it does mean risking monsters showing up at my apartment.

you rolled your eyes, “just hug me already”

Percy chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

You breathed in his scent, the sea. Salt water, not fresh.

“I’ll miss you” you finally replied to his first statement, your voice sending vibrations through percy’s chest which increased as he laughed.

you felt his heart beat as well which you were glad was beating as much as yours.

You finally stepped back and began retreating, “Goodbye percy”

he stayed still, lifting a single hand to give you a small wave, “see you later, princess”

And with that you turned around, walking away from camp half blood, not knowing when or whether you’d see the son of the sea god ever again.

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cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale · 4 years

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His Little Witch~~6

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Part 5

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Background Pairings: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom, James Potter x Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson

Tags: Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence, Possessive!Tom Riddle, Protective!Tom Riddle, Soulmates, AU, CANON DIVERGENCE, Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Out of Character Tom Riddle, nice!Tom Riddle, Dumbledore and Tom get along, sane!Tom Riddle

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It was a few weeks later and the first task was a week away. Harry was a little nervous but it was nothing compared to Lily and Ginny. James has told you that Lily was furious and was still considering marching into Hogwarts and dragging Harry out by his ear. Ginny, on the other hand, was a lot quieter than usual, and she was barely eating and had big, dark circles under her eyes. Harry did his best to try and ease her worries but you could tell it wasn’t working that well.

“So are you guys excited for Care of Magical Creatures this afternoon?” You ask at lunch as you clap your hands together. You were extra excited for your favorite class today because Hagrid has finally decided to let the NEWT class (6th and 7th years) work with unicorns. While you had been introduced to them before you had never had the chance to work one on one with them.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to work with the unicorns. They are so beautiful.” Ginny replies perking up and even giving a small smile.

“I’m not. Those bloody unicorns hate guys. Every damn time you get within five feet of them they try and trample you.” Ron mutters, Harry nods in agreement.

“Why can Hagrid get close to them then?” You ask.

“Well, I mean it’s Hagrid. He’s got some freaky affinity for the weird creatures. They bloody love him.” Ron huffs, shaking his head as he picks at his food. Hermione, Ginny, and you all giggle at him, while Harry just pats his back and shoots him a sympathetic glance.

“Fair enough,” you concede, they had a decent point.

“So any ideas on what the first task will be?” Ron asks Harry in a hushed voice.

“Hagrid’s been dropping hints and I’m pretty sure it involves dragons somehow.” Harry says, “He kept mentioning Norbert, remember that dragon he hatched our first year?” You all nod in understanding.

“Dragons?” Ginny asks breathlessly.

“Gin, I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t have entered if I didn’t think I was capable.” Harry tried to soothe but you know it’s not really working.

“Too bad Professor Lupin has never had us battle dragons.” You chuckle, Professor Lupin, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was your favorite Professor at Hogwarts. Though Hagrid came in a very close second.

“Yeah too bad. I know for a fact that Sirius has suggested it a time or two,” Harry laughs trying to decrease the tension at the table.

“You’ll do great mate. Though I gotta be honest I’m glad it was you and not me, my mom would’ve killed me.” Ron says shuddering at the thought of his mom’s reaction had he been selected.

“We better head down to Hagrid’s, lunch is almost over,” Hermione advises and you all nod. The four of you say a quick goodbye to Ginny before exiting the Great Hall, trailed by James and Sirius of course.

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“Alright, class today we will start caring for unicorns. As I’m sure most of ya are aware, unicorns ain’t particularly fond of men. So lads, you best be extra careful, go slow, let them get used ta ya. Ladies be cautious but ya probably won’ need ta be as patient,” Hagrid explains before turning the class loose to care for their unicorns. You and Harry were partnered up, Hagrid thought it would be best if the guys were paired up with the girls.

“Why don’t you go first?” Harry suggests eyeing the unicorn nervously. You nod looking back at Sirius and James, who are both on edge when you agree to approach the unicorn.

“Easy girl,” you whisper as you approach her slowly with your hand out to her. She allows you to pet her and gently nudged your hand when you stop.

“Good job Y/n!” Hagrid exclaims approaching you and the unicorn to inspect your work. Looking around you realize you were the only one who had been permitted to pet their unicorn.

“Harry, you could probably try approachin’,” Hagrid suggests before walking over to help Hermione with her unicorn.

You take a step away from the unicorn, much to her dismay if her huff is any indication. Harry approaches her slowly and starts to pet her when you see Malfoy creeping around before you see him conjure a snake. The unicorn is spooked and rears up before accidentally kicking you in the side and knocking you over.

All you remember after that is screaming and then it all goes black.

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“Y/n! Y/n!” You hear voices screaming, sounding terrified. You open your eyes and see Hermione, Hagrid, Ron, Harry, James, and Sirius all clustered around you.

“What the hell?” You grunt confused, why did it hurt to breathe?

“Oh thank Merlin! Yer awake!” Hagrid exclaims as he wipes the tears from his eyes.

“What happened?” You ask as you try to sit up only for everything to spin, forcing you back down.

“Malfoy decided he wanted to freak Harry out by spooking the unicorn you guys were working with. But then the unicorn kicked you in the side and you fell over and hit your head.” Hermione explains calmly though you see the rage in her eyes.

“How long was I out for?” You ask, still trying to get your bearings.

“Nearly ten minutes,” Sirius says as he and James share a worried look.

“Let’s get you to the hospital wing,” James says picking you up and cradling you in his arms as he and Sirius walk you up to the caste.

When you enter the hospital wing Madame Pomfrey is bustling over and fussing over you. James lays you down on a bed and he and Sirius looked at each other slightly terrified.

“What?” You ask them after pushing Madame Pomfrey away. She huffs but then begins her healing spells. You had a concussion and some broken ribs.

“We need to tell the Minister,” James mutters.

“Why?” You ask annoyed, Tom would just rush out of whatever he was doing to check on you. You didn’t want them to interrupt him.

“Because he insisted upon knowing if anything happened to you. I’ll go.” Sirius concedes rushing to the fireplace before disappearing.

“This is all so unnecessary. I’ve had much worse.” You grumble.

“I know Y/n. We’re just doing our jobs. Also maybe don’t let Tom know about the ‘worse’, it’ll just aggravate him more.” James advises and you nod before you hear a pop and look over to see Tom storming towards you. Sirius quickly emerges from the fireplace trailing behind him.

“What the bloody hell happened?!” He roared at James and Sirius after taking in your state.

“Tom I’m fine,” you say. When he shoots you a glare you continue, “Really, I’m fine. It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t even know why they called you.”

“James, Sirius, you can go. I’m taking Y/n home. Tell Percy to cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day.” Tom growled before scooping you into his arms and disapparating back home.

“Tom,” you huff as you try and struggle out of his arms. He shoots you a harsh glare that makes you cease your movements.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He growled storming up the stairs to your room. He sits you down on the bed before flicking his rest and your school uniform is gone, replaced with another emerald green and black silk nightgown.

“You really didn’t need to leave work you know,” you whisper as he crawls into bed next to you, wrapping his strong, slender arms around you.

“Yes, I did. When are you going to understand, you are the most important thing in the world to me. Nothing matters as much as you. I can’t lose you, it would kill me. When Sirius showed up and told me you had been hurt I died a thousand deaths before I got to you. I love you Y/n.” He replies, tightening his hold on your waist.

“I love you too Tom.” You murmur as your eyes droop.

“Now get some sleep Little Witch. It’s not every day you get kicked by a unicorn.” He tries to laugh it off but there’s an edge to his voice. You know that you haven’t heard the end of this yet.

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Part 7

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Pure Blood 20 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: Omg,I can't believe we're already in chapter 20, the good is coming

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Chapter 19 / Chapter 21

Sirius

Yesterday

"You owe me some chocolate frogs, Padfoot," says James, lying down on his bed.

"I don't think so, Prongs. That bet wasn't fair, how could I know that bird was going to attack me?”

"Maybe because you threw rocks at him," adds Peter, and I wince.

Remus enters the room then, the boy walks in with a huge smile all the way to his bed, takes off his sweater and sits on the mattress in front of mine. The three of us are silent as we watch him, waiting for some other reaction. I told them what had happened with Persephone, omitting the fact that he was crying and… the hug.

James sits on the edge of his bed and looks at Remus.

"And well?” That makes him react, but his smile doesn't fade.

"Hello guys. How’d it go? ” I frown.

"Good," says Peter. "But I think it was better for you," he says, trying to joke, but James throws him a shirt to quiet him down.

“Yes, you're right, Pete. It was better than I thought,” Remus replies, slightly red.

"How was your date with... Trixie?" I say, trying to control myself. His face flushes even more.

“I know you don't like her, Padfoot, but I did well, she's a very- wait, how did you know that?” The spell seems to have broken.

"Someone told me,” I lean against the wooden pillar of his bed and cross my arms.

“Oh. Well… yes, it was great, we have many things in common and–”

"Remus, I love you and you know it,” James interrupts him before he gives the details. "I think you're the smartest of the four, but right now you're being an idiot." Remus looks at him confused.

“Are you on his side too? C’mon James, they don't even know her…”

“Listen," I reply. “I may not be the best person to say this, because of my stupid decisions, but…” I approach him. “Why did you leave Persephone?”

"What are you talking ab-" His eyes widen "Holy shit!” He hits his forehead.

"There it is, he finally realized," applauds James.

“Shit, I was supposed to go with her.”

"Didn't you really remember?" I ask.

"No shit, I'm the worst person in the world," He says as he gets up. "I have to talk to her…” He opens the door, but before he could get out, I grab his shirt and he turns.

"It's late, Moony, talk to her tomorrow.”

He sighs and nods, before closing the door a meow stops me. A small cat’s sitting in front of our room.

"How strange…” I don't pay attention and close the door.

"Surely she hates me," he complains.

"No, she's just upset," I say without thinking and he watches me.

"You talked to her?" He asks surprised and I feel shivers run through my body.

"Eh, yes, something like that, she seemed annoyed.”

"I'm an idiot.”

"We agree on that," adds James.

"Okay, now tell us, how did it go with Trixie?" Peter asks and I complain covering my ears.

"I don't want to know what you do with the devil!”

Night came as we argued and joked.

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Today.

"Does that mean I now have an excuse to hit Snivellus?" I ask, patting her red hair.

"I thought you didn't need one to do it," Lily replies, blowing her nose.

"I need it, now I can say that it was for your honor.” My words make her laugh.

"I still can't believe our friendship is over," she says as she sits down on the floor resting her head on my shoulder.

"Welcome to the Club,” I say sighing.

"I don't think we're in the same club, Persephone," I frown.

"What are you talking about?”

"I know you’ll deny everything, but your relationship with Sirius has changed, you don’t argue like before.”

"That's because of the truce, you know about the plan–“

"If you say so…”

"Anyway, do you want to go to the lake to eat? I'm hungry,” We get up at the same time.

"Surely everyone knows now what happened," she says, wiping her tears away.

“Let them think what they want, Lily. You can't force them to never talk about you, the only thing we can do is ignore them, but if someone dares to hurt you, rest assured that you have a whole group of bodyguards-”

She laughs. "Who would say that after so many fights, we would become friends?"

I Sigh. "Yes, everything is out of balance…”

I feel a chill when I remember the hug with Sirius, but I don't say anything.

We both walk to the large dining room and just as I head over to the Slytherin table, she stops me and offers me a place at her table.

"You want the balance to fall apart, right?" Lily rolls her eyes.

"Don't exaggerate, come on," she says. We sit down with her friends, they all ask if she’s okay and Lily only answers that they will talk later, I’d also be uncomfortable with something like that.

We ate and talked about everything, the relationship with them was friendly, we are not best friends, but I’m comfortable, everything’s better when Jenna joins. After a few minutes, I was already preparing to leave, but a new person stopped me. Trixie sits across from me with a huge smile.

"May I speak to you, Persephone?" I clench my teeth.

"No thanks, I want to live," she giggles, causing a chill.

"Always so funny! But I think it's important that we talk, it's about Remus.”

I raise an eyebrow.

"Did you kill him already or what?" I feel a pinch on my left arm and I complain looking at Lily. Then I sigh. "What do you want?"

"Oh no, I meant talking in a more private place,” She looks at the girls. "I don't want to offend them, it's just that this is a bit embarrassing topic…”

"Don't worry, Persephone will go with you" Jenna says giving me orders. I grimace and get up.

We both leave the large dining room and walk a few hallways.

“Here. I don't intend to be in a secret place where you can hide my body without witnesses.”

She sighs but keeps smiling.

“Listen, I'm not stupid, I know that since the last time we saw each other many years ago, things were not right. But you have to understand that we are no longer girls and I don't think I deserve your bad attitude.”

Well shit. I was not expecting this.

"Still, I don't expect us to be as close friends as before, I know you have your group and I have mine, but our paths are perhaps coming together again," She adds, blushing a little. "Remus is a very cute boy and I don't think I've ever had such a strong connection with anyone, he listens to me and-"

"Stop there I- I don't want to know,” I stir uneasily. "I was supposed to go with him to Hogsmeade yesterday, but he left me standing because of you.”

"I know.”

"And it's not fair- wait- you knew?"

"Yes. He’s quite sorry. When I saw him at the entrance of the school, he was very happy and we started talking, he never mentioned that he was waiting for you, I found out later I- I'm sorry.”

"What?" This I was really not expecting it.

“I’m very sorry for what happened, if I had known… sorry, Persephone. What I least want is to give you reasons to hate me.”

On the one hand, I am very surprised, and on the other I don’t know whether to believe her. Before I could reply, Remus reaches our side.

"Percy, can we talk?"

They both look at each other and smile for a few seconds, but then they came back to me.

"What you did to me, Lupin, you’ll have to compensate. Trixie,” She waits anxiously. “May it never happen again.”

"I promise," She says, smiling, "I'll leave you alone, see you, Remi." She kisses his cheek and leaves.

"I'm really sorry. I completely forgot- it wasn't on purpose- I know what you think, but I'm not like Sirius,” He speaks so fast that I barely understand, so I cover his mouth with my hand.

"Okay, I accept your apology, but I warn you that if it happens again, I will not hesitate to turn you into a worm, understand?" He nods and pulls my hand away.

"So you're not upset anymore?" I shake my head.

“Remus," I say nervously "Do you really like Trixie?"

The boy blushes and runs a hand over his hair.

“Yes, I think so…”

I sigh.

“Just… be careful.”

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"What will you wear for the big party of important people?" Jenna asks surprising me.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," I shrug. "My mother will surely send me something. She wants to control everything.”

"At least she has good taste," I nod. "I understand why you like going out to the gardens so much, it's relaxing," She says, lying down on the grass.

Suddenly a small orange bird perches on the book that I put aside. I laugh and look at the animal. Its colors are very bright, I have never seen a bird like that.

"Hey, how do you feel about the whole Trix and Lupin thing?" Adds my friend.

"I don't know, it's weird.”

"Wait, odd that it's with Trix, or that Remus has a girlfriend?"

“Girlfriend? No. Ha! No.”

Jenna laughs out loud.

"What is so funny?"

“You're jealous!”

"What!? Of course not!”

“Yes you are!”

"No, don't say stupid things. I'm only worried about him, Trixie is a bad person -or at least she was- agh! I don't know, but I'm not jealous, I don't see Remus as more than a friend.”

"Hey, it's not bad that you like Lupin, actually, of the four I like him the most.”

“Stop."

"I'm just saying, don't be mad," She says defending herself.

"I can't see Remus that way,” I bend my legs and rest my chin on my knees.

"You would make a nice couple," She adds, making me growl. “Although, I've seen progress with Black…”

"Do you want to stop pairing me with all of them?"

"Hey, it's not my fault! You have a history and somehow, we always end up talking about one of them.”

"I wish I could meet someone else…”

"That would break Lupin and Black's hearts."

"Jenna!"

My scream causes the bird to fly away.

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