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trashcanplant · 4 months

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Tired of Things - Grover’s POV

Tw: Murder, Thoughts of Self Harm, Cleaning up a dead body, knives

For @cherrythepuppet

Mob AU by @/clownsuu

Grover walked into the bar and immediately felt his body shivering. He hated being inside. He looked around at the bar before he went to Wally’s office. The Boss had called him here for an assignment.

He opened the door, gripping the handle as he walked into the larger than life room. His eye immediately went to a small glass jar sitting on one of the shelves. It was full of ashes. The ashes of his heart. Grover shook his head, walking further into the room. Wally’s back was turned to him and he was muttering to himself. Grover gently leaned down to tap the desk with his red rubber gloved hand.

Wally turned, looking at the scarecrow with a vacant smile. “Oh, hello, Grover. How are you today, neighbor?” He asked in that monotone voice. The scarecrow nodded, taking the cigar that had been burning in his lips out as he exhaled.

“‘M alright. Heard from Ed that ya got a mission fer me?” He prompted Wally who was opening a small notebook.

“Yes.. Antoni made quite the mess while he was out yesterday. Penny’s going to be cleaning it up. She needs an escort. I don’t know how many times I can stand to see my neighbor hurt herself. I’m trusting you to make sure the job gets done in a timely manner. Is this agreeable?” Wally asked, tilting his head as he looked up. It appeared he was doodling hearts in the notebook. Grover sighed heavily as he nodded.

“Whatever you need me ta do, I’ll do it fer you.” Grover said, almost bowing his burnt head to look at his boss. Wally smiled. He loved how he had Grover under his thumb. It only helped that he had his heart, too.

“Good. She should be in her room. Have fun.” Wally said soundly, waving him off. The scarecrow stood for a moment before he retreated from the office.

He stood in the bar for a moment before he walked up the stairs. They creaked and groaned under his weight, unhappy with having him on them. Grover stood in the small hallway where a few bedrooms were. He didn’t know which one was Penny’s. He only knew where Barnaby slept. Grover wasn’t cotton-headed, so he figured he’d be able to tell simply by looking.

He paced the hallway, glancing at each door. One with minor scratches, one that had a dainty “Do Not Disturb” sign written in fine cursive, a door that looked like its been blown down a few times. He kept walking until he came across a sparse door. Pink glitter was on the floor in front of it, which was not to be confused with the red glittery door. Two very different women inhabited those rooms. Grover sighed heavily, feeling a gentle wheeze in his throat as he knocked on the door.

“Penn? Ya in there?” He asked as that thick Appalachian accent rolled off his tongue. He heard a scrambling sound and saw Penny standing at the door in a few seconds. She looked tired. Her pixie cut was ruffled, maybe not as clean as she preferred it and could probably be dyed it’s strawberry blonde again soon. His eye trained on her arms. Those stupid pink opera gloves and pearls. He exhaled as he watched her.

“Yep, I’m right here Scareycrow!” She said with fake enthusiasm. Grover took the cigar out of his mouth as he glared down at her.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Grover groaned, flicking ash off the butt of his cigar. Penny nodded, brushing off her shoulder where the ask landed. She winced a bit.

“Noted! Did you need to tell me something, or… cause I was doing something.” Penny replied, crossing her arms over her dress. It was pink and glittery with fur lining at the bottom. Grover wheezed an exhale, not bothering to get onto her level.

“Boss wants ya get a cleanup.” He instructed. Penny nodded, taking a step out of her room. Her heels clicked on the floor.

“Great! Then I’ll be on my way!” She said with a chirp. Grover grabbed her by the head. It easily fit in his hand as he stopped her.

“Not so fast, lil’ lady. Ya don’t know where yer going now, do ya? Boss says I go wit’cha.” He said, looking down at her as she frowned. Grover coulda sworn he heard her curse as she pushed his hand off of her and fixed her hair.

“I don’t need a supervisor! I’m a grown woman!” Penny argued at him. She raised her hand toward him, which he casually pushed aside.

“Boss don’t trust ya by yerself. So yer stuck with me. Ain’t my fault.” He groaned. Grover would much prefer to be alone right now than stuck with some short tempered broad he hardly knew. Penny held herself still while she huffed.

“Fine.” And she quickly retrieved a rather fancy sheath and placed an equally fancy knife in it. She slid the sheath into her garter belt, just above her dress line and started walking. Grover took note on how it wasn’t in its holster before she left the room.

“Somethin’ ain’t right with that gal..” He thought to himself, following Penny down the stairs and onto the street. He started walking to the small car park at the side of the bar where a Lincoln Continental sat parked. Grover reached into his pocket and pulled out his key ring. He unlocked the car and got into the drivers seat. The large scarecrow hardly fit inside the vehicle, and he was expected to drive it? There were some days he hates that he was strictly instructed not to be outside without permission.

Penny followed him into the car and sat in the passenger seat. She stared blankly outside as he drove off. Lucky for Grover, he knew exactly where Antoni had been yesterday. He loved having control over that stupid little sea slug. He kept his attention focused on the road. It wasn’t busy, but he still hated driving.

The pair came parked in front of a small candy shop. They exited and walked inside. Grover’s eye fell upon the stairs that went down to the hidden basement. It was just barely ajar. He motioned for Penny to follow him.

He saw the body laying on the floor. It was a woman, with a thick swath of blood matted on her forehead. He could only imagine taking her apart piece by piece. Antoni was always so boring in his executions. Grover relished in making his prey feel every second of it. Penny looked down at the body, a bit blank.

“I knew her. Wally sent me to pickup from her a few times. She was kind to me.” She mumbled, taking the apron off of the corpse and putting it on herself.

“These things happen. Just get it done.” Grover said before turning his attention to the shelves of weaponry.

Penny took the knife out of its sheath as she kneeled on the floor. She raised it above her head. While she was here, she may as well get some anger out. Penny plummeted the knife into the corpse over and over again while she grunted curses.

“Fucking piece of shit..” She hissed as blood inevitably got on her opera gloves. She took off her pearl bracelets and set them on the counter before gently removing her gloves. She looked at her wrists, then the knife as it sat on the counter. It seemed to call her name.

“Y’know I think it’s real fuckin’ borin’ how everyone always uses guns these days. It’s so.. automatic. Whatever happened to getting in there and really feeling yer prey? Takin’ all the connection outta killin’, I swear. Y’know there was this one fella who wasn’t payin’ his dues. I took him inta the warehouse and fucked him up real good I’ll tell ya-“ Grover droned on before he turned his head to look at Penny. She stood still next to the counter with the knife in her hand. She was just looking at it, almost shaking. He acted, taking two steps and grabbing her arm harshly.

“Penny!” He shouted. She snapped awake, eyes wide as she looked at the scarecrow.

“Huh- what?!” She shouted back, struggling in his grasp. He looked at her wrists for a second, but chose not to mention anything.

“Did you… hear a word of what I said?” He asked, trying to keep his tone firm as he took the knife from her hand. Penny took a step back from him and shook her head. She seemed preoccupied.

“No,” She mumbled. “Can I have my knife back?” Penny asked, holding her hand out like she thought Grover was going to just give it to her.

“Naw.. ya look fuckin’ crazy..” He said, shaking his head and pocketing the knife. He looked down at her.

“How bout’cha just go eat summa the candy upstairs? I’ll get her cleaned up.” Grover prompted kindly, kneeling down onto her level and handing her the opera gloves. Penny looked at Grover for a moment before taking them.

“Okay.” She mumbled and took her gloves. Penny put them on slowly and topped them pearl bracelets and started to retreat up the stairs to the candy bar.

And Grover was left alone in the basement. He idly walked to the counter, searching for a trash bag. He took it out, opening it and then setting it on the ground. His low voice filled the small basement as he hummed and ripped limb off this woman.

“I hope that you won’t forget me.. before my road leads back to you…”

He was quiet as he hummed, the sounds of skin, bone, and muscle tearing away as he ripped an arm off of the woman. He normally would use his tools, but unfortunately, he left his sickle in the warehouse. Grover didn’t even notice the blood as it covered his red rubber gloves.

“Though the winter may bring the whole world to its knees the spring shall return with its… fruit..” Grover hummed. He heard a small creak of the stairs and looked up from his work. Penny was standing there with a chocolate bar and wide eyes.

“What, never seen someone rip an arm off with his bare hand?” He asked defensively. Penny shook her head lightly.

“No.. how do you know that song..?” She asked in a quiet whisper.

#welcome home oc #Planty stories #grover haymaker #welcome home mob au #mob wally darling #Mob Grover haymaker #penny peaches #mob penny peaches #angst

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lins-fandom-hub · 5 years

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Wish Come True (Barnaby X OC MC)

(This little short will be based off of the Celestial Ball, and will be written in Barnaby’s POV. Also there may be a little bit of fluff, just a fair warning.)

She wanted to see me.

I had never felt more nervous in my life. After all the decorating and mingling with friends, the last thing I expected was for Clara to say she wanted to meet me alone in the courtyard, and I couldn’t help but think that I messed something up. That’s sometimes what always happens when someone wanted to meet me--they wanted to see me because I botched up something.

Was it something important? I hoped not. I know I wasn’t the nicest to her in the beginning, and she had every right to hate me. What made her warm up to me, I wish I knew. Still, I’m glad she did. The image I had of her at the start greatly differed from the actual person she was--kind, smart, brave, and funny. Not at all like the troublemaker my dad thought she would be, or the mean nasty girl Merula said she was.

Her considerate disposition made me open up to her about my past, and soon I began to trust her. And the way she protected everyone while we were at the Vaults...

She had this light that made her shine so bright--maybe even brighter than the sun.

I barely had time to compose myself at the fountain before she arrived--dressed casually, but looking amazing as always. She was wearing a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, her red and gold Gryffindor tie done somewhat loosely on her neck. She even wore a black skirt with black stockings to match. Even her glasses were polished to a dazzling gleam.

“I botched things up, haven’t I?”

I didn’t even realize I said it aloud until the words were already out of my mouth, leaving her looking very confused on her part.

“Botched up what?” she asked.

Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to jump to conclusions.

“Oh. Usually when someone wanted to see me so quickly, it’s because I’ve botched up something,” I explained to her quickly, hoping that she didn’t see me as daft. “Or they need my help moving something heavy...”

But I could assume neither of those reasons made sense. She didn’t seem like the type to ask me to move something for her right now. And it seemed pretty clear from the get-go that I didn’t botch up anything...

“Well, I came to see you about the Celestial Ball,” Clara said, looking slightly worried. “I don’t have a date yet.”

“Me neither,” I responded thoughtfully. “And the dance begins soon!”

Honestly, though, I should be freaking out. After all, I was the one who asked Professor Dumbledore if it was okay for us to bring dates, and...I only asked him in the hopes that I could ask her. But I had no idea where she was going with this conversation. Did she want me to help her get a date? Maybe she wanted some advice? No, scratch that. I’m rotten at advice.

Still, there wasn’t enough time. What did she want me to do?

“I suppose there is a solution,” Clara chipped in with an expectant smile.

“Is there?” I scratched my head in apprehension. “Crikey, I haven’t a clue.”

For being the brightest person in my family, even I couldn’t see where this was going. Maybe she really wanted me to help her find a date.

“Um...well, you’re not going with anyone, and I’m not going with anyone,” she eventually realized. “So...”

And then it hit me. Of course I wouldn’t have botched anything up for her, and for her to come here to talk to me only meant that, with both of us in the same dateless situation, she wanted us to change that--and not by asking me to help her find a date, but to be her date.

“Blimey, I’ve got it!” I finally cried, jumping up in excitement at the thought that came to mind. “Clara, would you like to go to the Celestial Ball with me?”

I actually felt very honoured that she would come to me with the intentions of me being her date. It felt like a dream come true, and I could see she felt the same way too, the way her face suddenly lit up in genuine joy.

“Yes, I would love to, Barnaby!” she replied excitedly, nodding.

And I felt so relieved, I picked up her and spun her around in the air, earning a surprised yelp from her followed by peals of laughter. Her smile and laughs lifted my spirits so high, I felt like they would forever remain airborne. I eventually brought her down with a smile and hugged her tight.

“I’m so glad the idea of asking you came to me,” I eventually said.

Clara gave a short hum as she hugged me back too. “And I’m glad you asked. We’ll have a great time together!”

“You’ve always been my first choice as a date, Clara,” I confessed as I pulled back to look at her. “But I never really got the nerve to let you know it.”

Clara laughed again and nodded in understanding. “I’ve been really anxious about this dance as well,” she admitted too. “I have no idea what to expect tonight.”

For the rest of the afternoon, we talked a bit about the upcoming dance. I brought her to sit beside me on the fountain’s ledge, and we chatted and laughed the entire time. I couldn’t stop looking at her, though. Something about her really drew me to her--to me, she was like a star in the sky, the first star I would ever see in the early evening. And she was beautiful without even trying. Even without her robes on, she still looked radiant.

I felt like I was responsible now for keeping her light aglow. Even back in the Vault of Fear, I vowed that I would protect her no matter what--as long as I know she’d do the same for me too.

“I could talk about this all night!” Clara eventually said, her face still alight with joy in the setting sun. “But we really have to go get ready.”

I nodded as I walked her to the entrance of the castle, smiling at her. I already had an outfit picked out, but I had to give her time to pick hers. From what I heard, Andre was preparing her dress, and I would admit, I was very excited to see it.

“I even prepared a freshly picked ‘buccaneer’!” I told her with a grin. “But I can’t wait to see your outfit.”

“I’m sure Andre’s waiting for me in the Great Hall right now with my options,” Clara chirped. “I can’t wait to see them. And I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

She stood on slight tiptoe and left me a light kiss on the cheek before heading back into the castle, leaving me standing there in awe.

The party was already in full swing by the time I arrived, wearing a nice red coat with a rose ‘buccaneer’ to match. As I glanced around, I saw Tonks and Tulip socializing by one of the dinner tables, and Rowan and Ben looking rather at ease with themselves as they helped themselves to drinks. Penny was floating around the room like a fairy, with her light yellow skirt fluffing all around her as she looked at the dance and the success that came with her leading the Decorating Committee. I chuckled at the sight myself; I was happy I did a little bit to help with the decorations that hung around the Great Hall. Even Merula and Ismelda looked a bit less “scowly”.

“Wow, Barnaby. Nice outfit!” Andre complimented me as he waved me over. “The colour really suits you.”

“Hey, Andre. Thank you!” I beamed. “How did the outfit selection go for Clara, by the way?”

“Oh, she was stuck in a dress stall for quite a bit of time. I gave her 3 options, with different hairstyles and jewellery and shoes--but she was stuck between 2 of them. It was funny seeing her muttering to herself about which outfit she wanted,” Andre told me with a laugh. “But she eventually chose one, and it’s a stunner, I’ll tell you that.”

I laughed at the story as well. I never thought of Clara to be one of the extremely picky ones, but it was understandable; she wanted to remember this night as much as anyone. “Well, I can’t wait to see her in her dress,” I eventually said. “If only I know where she is.”

“She probably won’t be that late, but she’ll run a bit behind, I know that. For someone to look stunning, they do have to take some time--and believe me, I know,” Andre said. “At least you’re enjoying yourself, am I right?”

“That, I am,” I agreed with him with a nod.

Andre only had a bit of time to shoot me a quick grin before he was called away by Professor McGonagall, and I was left to wander around the Great Hall for a bit. As I eventually passed by Ismelda, who was standing by the corner of the dance floor with a contemplative look on her face, I heard her voice addressing Hagrid.

“I do have a date!” she was saying. “But finding and keeping track of a date in a room this size is harder than I thought.”

Just as Hagrid suggested he’d look for me, I eventually approached her, eyes widening at the sight of her dress.

She looked like she was wearing the entire evening sky. Her dress was sleek and elegant, and the stars twinkled and shone over the dark navy blue fabric showing constellations and shapes that could only be seen by few in the night. Her glasses were off, leaving a lot more room to see the twinkle in her dark brown eyes. Her black hair, normally either let down or tied in a ponytail, was carefully styled in a bun at the back of her head, secured with a purple headband with a star at the centre.

She had never looked more radiant.

“Clara!” I addressed her. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

She turned to me and grinned. “Barnaby, you look really handsome!” she said then. “Your ‘buccaneer’ is quite nice.”

“Thanks. I almost stabbed myself pinning it on,” I admitted with a laugh. “And look at your outfit! Brilliant!” I then took her hand and gave a little motion with my head. “Now let’s enjoy this dance together.”

Clara seemed to welcome this idea openly with a nod, and soon we made our way to the dance floor. All around us we could see everyone having fun, either grabbing food or socializing with the teachers. To my surprise, Bill was there too, chatting with Rowan now by the fireplace--I assume he came in while I was chatting with Andre. The music was very lighthearted and eventually got me swaying to the beat, and I could see Clara’s eyes wandering about the room, clearly soaking in all of its beauty.

“I didn’t know what to expect tonight,” she eventually said with a soft smile. “All of the planning, and prepping, and fretting...but tonight has been quite special.”

I agreed with her. It truly has been quite a night overall.

“And I think Tonks is right,” she also said. “Of our friends, we’re the only ones here who decided to bring a guest!”

“I take all the credit for it!” I said with a grin. “Remember I was the one who asked Dumbledore if we could bring dates?”

“When Dumbledore first announced the Ball? I remember,” Clara nodded.

“I asked because even then, I was hoping you’d be my date for tonight,” I eventually admitted.

Now that was enough for Clara’s cheeks to turn pink, and I felt a little shy all of a sudden too. Still, I felt the smile widen on my face as I looked at her, trying to read her expression. Was she happy? She definitely looked like it. I was just happy she was my date for the ball--and even happier I got the idea to ask her.

Eventually, before we knew it, students began to head to the dance floor, and soon we started to dance. The entire time, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Clara. She was like the star of the dance floor, shining among the other students. As the music began to slow down, some of the students began to retire from the event, but there were still some others who stayed behind.

I looked at Clara and eventually pulled her into a hug as a slow song began to play. We swayed along to the music, and I could hear her hum again in happiness.

I smiled as I held her, and lightly kissed the top of her head.

She was my wish come true, and I couldn’t be happier.

#barnaby lee #hphm barnaby #hphm #hogwarts mystery #celestial ball #barnaby x mc #hogwarts #dates #aww #fluff #one-shot #stars

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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 6 years

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Hufflepuff Reunion

request: Hey! So I'm writing a Harry Potter fanfiction called the Matron's Assistant. It's an OCxSeverus Snape. OC is named Eliza Mikaelson, (she's a hufflepuff, infp personality, loyal, warm, kind, but also likes to work alone, interested in people,) and she's also a Leo, meaning she likes to be the center of attention. She's based on my hogwarts mystery oc, meaning her brother Jacob was missing, but now he's back, distant, and she doesn't really talk to him. she's the same year as Tonks. Was wondering if you might like to a one shot with Severus and Eliza with prompt 31? Thanks!

Summary: (based on the game Hogwarts Mystery which is a great game so go download it) Eliza(OC requested by @enchantingsims97 ) is a Hufflepuff who had attends Hogwarts, dealing with bullying by Merula Snyde. While at Hogwarts, rumors start arising about the Mikaelson family and Eliza’s lost brother, Jacob. When she gets word from her parents that Jacob had indeed returned and is finishing off his years at Hogwarts, Eliza isn’t entirely sure how to approach or even associate with Jacob. Professor Snape, not very fond of the older Mikaelson sibling, pays attention to Eliza and tries to help any way he can, causing sparks between the two. Jacob gets controntational and demands why Eliza won’t talk to him, and things explode. based on #31 on my writing prompts list!!

note: i think next to Eliza’s name I’ll put (Y/N) just in case others would like it in an x reader POV but idk yet. read to find out what i did lol. all in all, this was a lot of fun to write and im actually proud of it?????

warnings: none except one single curse word

6-23-18

Another day had started for Eliza Mikaelson at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And another day of bullying by Merula Snyde and her pets. A couple days ago, her and Merula had gotten into a duel in the courtyard and she protected her friends Rowan and Ben. However, Professors Snape and Flitwick had caught them. Flitwick was not happy that Eliza had used his private lesson for bad.

Merula had been more persistent with her bullying about Eliza’s brother, Jacob. He had gone missing after searching for the Cursed Vaults, apparently gone crazy after searching too long. That, or he couldn’t handle what was inside. Almost every day, people stopped to look at Eliza and asked if she knew anything about Jacob or helped him with what he was doing.

Today was one of those days.

Walking into the dining hall, Eliza headed over to the Hufflepuff table and heard voices coming from all directions. One stuck out; Merula Snyde’s. She chuckled as she watched her victim walk past her, “you stayed up late last night, Mikaelson. Contacting your brother in helping him form some kind of crazy cult?”

Eliza tightened her lips and turned around, “no, actually. Studying for our potions test today so I don’t take an L like the one your parents took by putting one in your name.”

Barnaby Lee started cracking up, falling off the bench while Merula scoffed and crossed her arms, “whatever, Mikaelson. At least I’m not part of the crazy crew.”

Eliza nodded, “right, just part of the disappointment one.”

Happy with how the new wit had come up, Eliza took her seat and gave high fives to those who patted her back. There was at least some kind of good that came from fighting back to Merula. Unbeknownst to her, Professor Snape had seen and heard the whole thing. As a Slytherin, he understood why Merula was rude, but not to this extent. He and other teachers agreed; she was a bitch.

Owls had then started to come in, flying to students who had gotten mail from relatives or anyone they knew. With an owl flying by, one had dropped a letter off to Eliza, interrupting her breakfast. Putting down her chocolate chip and banana bagel, she grabbed the letter and tore it open. However, she wasn’t entirely ready for what was inside.

Dear our precious Eliza,

we have some exciting news; Jacob has returned home! He has been home for a couple weeks now, needing some space before he told us everything. Writing all of what happened would take ages, so with some convincing, we talked to Headmaster Dumbledore and decided that Jacob should go back to Hogwarts. Your dad and I know it’s a lot so when you told us that Professor Snape was your favorite professor, we also got his opinion. He reassured us that you’d be fine and he would fill us in if you seemed uncomfortable. We know it’ll be awkward, but when Christmas break comes along, we’re keen on fixing our family. Try your best to see him as your brother, Eliza. We love you.

Mom and Dad

Eliza’s breath quickened as she dropped the letter, “holy fu-” Her friend Penny hit her shoulder, “hey! What was in the letter? What, is Jacob back?” Eliza knew Penny never meant those jokes seriously and sometimes they made her laugh, until now. Eliza turned to her friend, her face losing its color. Penny’s eyes widened, “wait, what?”

She grabbed the letter and read it over, glancing up at Eliza whose hands covered her mouth and eyebrows furrowed. Penny put the letter down, “Eliza, it’s okay. He’s your brother! How bad could it be?”

The younger Mikaelson turned to her friend, “Penny?! He’s been gone for years and now I’m in my 6th year, close to graduating. H-he, Jacob, can’t just show up out of fricken-”

Dumbledore had interrupted what Eliza was saying by starting a speech, “today, I had received some news that may make people happy or confused. From the Mikaelson family, we have learned that Jacob had returned and is starting his 7th. . .”

Eliza turned to Penny, “oh my he-who-must-not-be-named.”

Penny’s eyes widened as she listened to Dumbledore and whispered to Eliza, “Jacob is here. Like, physically.”

The younger Mikaelson turned around, meeting eyes with her brother who stood at the end of the dining hall, looking straight at his sister. “No, nope, this is not happening,” Eliza said, tears forming in her eyes as she looked around. All eyes were on her as if they were waiting on her next move.

Professor Snape saw Eliza get up as she was unsure of what she was supposed to do. Her ears rang and she wasn’t sure if it was because of all the blood rushing through her body with such speed or the all-too-quiet room. Snape swooped past her with his hand on her arm, dragging her down the hall where Jacob was.

The professor stopped and looked the boy over. He looked like Eliza except taller and scrawnier, yet with the same hair and eyes. He looked to his sister who hung her head with tears still threatening to spill. Soft chat went throughout the dining hall, waiting to see what would happen.

Snape shoved the boy out of the way and went through the doors, Eliza following right behind him. The two went through the hallways of the castle until they reached the Potions room, heading inside and locking the door. The Hufflepuff students took quick breaths, hands going between shaking and moving her hair all over the place.

The DADA and potions professor looked at his student, “Eliza?” He put his hands on her shoulders and that’s when she looked up at him. “Deep breaths with me, Miss Mikaelson,” Snape said while doing so, trying to help the girl out.

Eliza nodded and followed what Snape was doing until she calmed down, looking into Snape’s eyes. He slowly raised a hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the skin softly. Professor Snape and Eliza’s lips met and she was pretty sure her world had stopped.

Eliza melted with every touch she felt by Snape, and she entwined her fingers in his hair as they kissed. At the moment when everything seemed perfect, the door had busted open and the two broke apart, Eliza crossing her arms and Snape looking down at the 6th year Hufflepuff.

Turning around, Eliza was met with Jacob. “What?” she asked, eyes red from crying. Her brother walked towards her slowly, “Eliza, please. When I tell you everything, I promise I can be your big brother again. I’ll be in your life again, I promise.”

Eliza scoffed as Snape put a hand on her lower back, silently telling her that he was there. “Jacob, please,” Eliza started, “if you were my brother, you wouldn’t have left in the first place.”

The older Mikaelson gave his sister sad eyes, “Eliza. . .”

Eliza turned around and looked to Snape for a second opinion. He looked her in the eyes, saying to do what she felt was right. Eliza turned back to her brother and glared at him, “you. . .you explain yourself, ok? There better be a damn good reason why you left us.” Jacob sighed happily and opened up his arms for Eliza to rush into.

Hogwarts had been filled with talk about the oldest Mikaelson being back, but Jacob had stuck with one story; he thought he was getting too powerful with magic and needed some time off. The story stuck with everyone except Eliza, who knew that he had been getting nightmares from Voldemort and started to talk Parseltongue. Wanting to get more powerful until he realized his wrongdoings(by trying to find the Cursed Vaults), he left.

The siblings had gotten along alright with the old-but-new arrival, yet he still seemed nervous about being around Eliza. He had been avoiding her for the last couple days and she knew one day, it would come to this.

Seeing her brother walking down the empty halls of the school(there was a Quidditch match today, Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw), she knew it was time to confront her brother.

Jacob looked up at the owner of the footsteps other than his. Seeing it was Eliza, he put his head back down and tried to walk past his sister. Tonks had then come out from the entrance to the field where everyone was, seeing Eliza. “Eliza, hey! You coming to the game?”

The Hufflepuff looked to her friend, “I’ll be out there in a couple minutes, just gotta get my scarf. Save me a seat, yeah?” Tonks nodded and smiled, closing the door behind her and headed back to the game.

Jacob hadn’t gotten far and Eliza grabbed her brother’s arm, pushing him against the wall, “Jacob William Mikaelson. When I said you can come into my life again, I meant it, but not for you to be a total asshole after a couple weeks. What the heck is your problem?”

Jacob scruffed off his sister’s grip on his jacket, “listen, it’s weird me being back here. Especially with you.”

Eliza let out a sarcastic laugh, “yeah, no way. How do you think I feel? Why do you keep avoiding me?”

Jacob bit the inside of his cheek even when he towered over his sister. He placed a hand on her shoulder, “with all the things I told you about, I met people and learned things and I just,” he took a breath, “. . .because when people get close to me, they get hurt! You. . .you’re not someone I can risk losing.”

Eliza squinted, “Jacob, you’re not gonna lose me. I can take care of myself.”

Her brother sighed, “if you-know-who comes back. . .I just can’t risk losing you. So I wanted to lose you before I lost you for real.”

His sister crossed her arms, “shut up. We’re siblings, so we stick together. Now let’s go watch this Quidditch game. My money’s on Hufflepuff; they got Cedric this year, he’s the best third year seeker I’ve ever seen!”

note: also yes i made cedric a third year bc this is when talk of voldemort started so like ykno

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All the Sights of Paris by writingonpostcards

Eric and Jack meet atop the Eiffel Tower. It's the beginning of a few whirlwind days together, but Eric's leaving soon. How much can really happen between them in just a few days?

Jack holds out his hand and Eric takes it. Instead of shaking it like Eric was expecting, Jack pulls him in gently, and kisses him once on both cheeks. “See you around,” Jack says with confidence.

Like breathing was easy by lillaseptember (part 7 of a series)

Jack has a panic attack. Bitty (and the kids) help him through it.

“We have seven kids downstairs who all think you’re their hero. And it’s not because of the reasons you think it is. It’s because you pick them up from practice with the same terrible puns every Tuesday, actually listen to what they know is their ridiculous teenage gossip, let them win wrestling matches in the most dramatic way imaginable, watch Aristocats with them 17 times in a row, kiss their injuries better, memorize presidents with them, make that godawful mac ‘n’ cheese for ‘em.”

Set Your Old Heart Free by IBoatedHere*

Jack doesn’t find Bitty after graduation. They don’t kiss. Jack doesn't go to Madison for the 4th. They still fall in love.

falling into place by furyofthetimelords

Your soulmark doesn’t settle until you’ve met your soulmate.

Neither Jack or Eric notice when it happens.

Irreplaceable by JustLookFrightenedAndScuttle

Bitty gets too wrapped up in his worry that his relationship with Jack could cost Jack too much.

Breakaway by AntarcticBird

The first time Jack sees him is at the beginning of his sophomore year at Samwell, a completely normal Monday night, and at first he thinks he has gone insane.

Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by PorcupineGirl

Jesse Snowden knows all the best restaurants and gourmet food shops in Providence, so when Jack Zimmermann starts bringing in incredible baked goods, he's eager to find out where the new bakery is. When he meets the man behind the pies, he decides that there's no way Jack could really appreciate this guy's talent the way he does, even if they are friends. He starts hiring Jack's chef on the side, in the hopes that maybe once Bitty's done with college he'll come work for Jesse.

Good thing there is absolutely no way whatsoever that Jesse could possibly be misinterpreting this situation.

Mother’s Weekend by rosepetals42*

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k

Imagine being a tadpole though by rosepetals42

Outsider POV, zimbits, canon-compliant, 2nd person, 4k ish, yes this got way longer than expected

when it’s over (you’re the start) by onawingandaswear

Jack goes to sleep in Providence next to his boyfriend and wakes up in Montréal to discover he’s been in a coma since 2009. Refusing to believe Samwell, Bitty, and the Falconers were all a dream, Jack tracks down the real Shitty, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster to find they’ve shared the same group hallucination for years. Now, they’re on a mission to find Bitty, the love of Jack’s non-existent life, and the only member of SMH they can’t seem to get in contact with.

ABC by alphardhy

effort, n.

It is worth it.

Jack and Bitty's relationship told through short dictionary entries. (The title is quite self-explanatory, really.)

Ice Crew Please! by rosepetals42*

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

a tale of love and how it finds you by nightswatch

Bitty sees Jack Zimmermann almost every morning, but he’s never said a single word to him. Honestly, Jack Zimmermann probably doesn’t even know that he exists.

Revenge is best served @ by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic)

The ESPN hockey anchors take a cheap shot. Bitty takes one back.

i'll see you with your laughter lines by the_one_that_fell*

Eric Bittle was fourteen when his soulmate died.

They'd never even gotten to meet.

Hold on Forever by an orphan account (part 2 of a series)

Eric Bittle doesn't think he's going to be standing at his boyfriend's sledge hockey game holding a sign that says, "Yo, Go To Prom With Me Jack Zimmermann," at almost thirty years old and yet...here he is.

these hands are meant to hold by worth_the_risk (part 1 of a series)

There are a select few times over the course of Jack and Shitty’s friendship when Jack, frozen like the Pond in January, has to be told to move.

Plans For The Future by ticktockclockwork

Contrary to popular belief, when Jack was spiraling, things did not move in slow motion. The frantic beating of his heart was anything but slow; the rapid fire thoughts pinballing around his mind almost incomprehensible in their speed.

In therapy, he'd often heard people describe their attacks as a slow motion train crash, a suffering drawn out experience that they were helpless to stop.

But for Jack, while ’train crash’ was definitely apt for what he felt, it was anything but slow and, in fact, he was usually the one at the controls.

All this to say, Jack was in a very bad place.

The Little Things That Give You Away by annathaema (moony)

"S'fine," says Jack, trying to keep it hidden from Shitty. "I wasn't really doing anything, just-"

"Knitting!"

Jack has an unusual hobby, but it helps.

Alive and Loved by Piehead

Bitty has depression. He lives with it.

Love Is To Be Made by DoubleNegative

“Jack turns in a slow, aimless circle in the middle of his living room. Blank white walls. Bare floor. A sofa, a TV, a coffee table: just the basics, really. Well, no wonder it doesn’t look like home; he can’t blame his apartment’s sudden coldness and its empty echoing spaces solely on the absence of one Eric R. Bittle. It just… doesn’t look like anyone lives here. It doesn’t feel like anyone lives here. He has no idea how to change that.”

(Or… Jack comes home from Madison to an apartment that doesn’t smell like cinnamon, and teammates who don’t know what he means he says ‘swawesome. It feels like it should be easier, turning the place he lives into a home and the people he plays hockey with into teammates. But even ‘easy’ things have always felt harder than they should.)

Puck Aversion: The Birth of A Goalie Superstition by Betweenthepies (Reikiari)

Every hockey player has their thing. Goalies? Even more so. So what is Chris Chow's? He will never touch a puck with his bare hands. (Five times Chris Chow won't touch a puck and one time he does.)

one of the gays by heyfightme

Bitty isn’t even sure whether he wasn’t meant to hear. It’s a party, and they’re all public, and it’s Bitty’s Haus too. More than that, it’s Bitty’s kitchen. There’s no discernible secrecy in operation.

“I mean, Bitty’s gay. One of my best friends; he put these curtains up.” The girl Holster is talking to – brown curls, white jeans, suntanned shoulders – looks to the curtains and coos, “Aww, that’s so cute.”

Bitty’s neck twinges.

—

in which bitty and jack are like: [sarcastic laughter] straight people

Wizarding sports by prongsyouignoramus and awfullyruby (not really a fic)

so @prongsyouignoramus and I had a convo that spun into a full blown hc so I thought I’d share this in the hopes it will one day inspire a fanfic author *nudge nudge, wink wink* or just for funsies, I guess

just two kids without their jackets by the_one_that_fell (3 part series)*

Jack makes a difficult decision and finds a new calling.

and not waving but drowning by the_one_that_fell (part 1 of a series)

Jack considered himself an Icarus of sorts. He never thought he’d learn to love the sun.

like a handprint on my heart by the_one_that_fell*

“Dude, we’ve got an over-competitive golf dad, a badass art freak, a pre-med lax bro on the verge of a breakdown, a chronically naked rugby player, a beat-boxing giant, and an itty-bitty, baking figure skater - there’s no way we came together accidentally. This wasfate.”

“Or it’s the normal progression of human beings making friends. Chill out, bro.”

(Or, the one where no one plays hockey, but it still manages to bring them all together.)

the messes of men by decinq (4 part series)

His first year in the NHL isn't easy, but Jack has spent his entire life playing through the hurt.

My Words on Your Skin by There_Once_Was_A_Girl (no. 1 in a 6 part series of standalones)*

Jack and Bitty have a unique soul connection, they can write back and forth to each other by writing on their own skin. They know each other long before they've ever met. But when Jack overdoses Bitty thinks he's lost the love of his life forever.

Your Fake Name is Good Enough by DoubleNegative

Eventually Jack came back to himself, as he always did, shaky and exhausted but alive, and Shitty wrapped up his rambling story. “Anyway, man, that’s why if you ever have kids you shouldn’t make bets with your hedge fund buddies on their names. You’ll end up with a son named Barnaby Sylvester Knight, and trust me, that is no way to start a father-son relationship.”

“That’s a pretty awful name,” Jack whispered. “Thanks, man.”

Shitty just squeezed him tighter and didn’t protest at all when Jack finally drifted off, drooling a little on his pillow.

you’ve got my number by ambrosius*

It’s not as if Jack was totally inept when it came to technology. He could handle his Tweeter (Tweety? Twits? Twitter? Did it really matter?) just fine and if he’s honest, he much preferred texting to calling most days. So when he gets added to a group chat full of strangers, well, he’s pretty sure he can handle whatever comes next.

Graduation Day by IBoatedHere

It takes Jack 50 days to finally see what's been right in front of him for the past two years.

Will Wonders Never Cease by PorcupineGirl*

Eric has landed his dream job: social media manager for the Providence Falconers! Not only does he get paid to tweet, for an NHL team at that, but it’s a job where he’ll be able to make good use of his magic - when nobody’s looking, of course. Everyone on the Falconers is a joy to work with… with the notable exception of Jack Zimmermann. Eric understands that Jack doesn’t like social media, but he could certainly be a little more polite about it.

Luckily, Eric has support from his Samwell buddies, as well as his best friend - a man whose face he’s never seen, and whose name he doesn’t know. They met on an online forum where witches can gather anonymously, since it isn’t safe for them to advertise their existence in a world where magic isn’t trusted. They’ve been friends for years now, but Eric is only just starting to realize that he might have deeper feelings for someone he can never meet face-to-face.

i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face by dharmainitiative*

Still rebounding from a breakup, Derek Nurse moves into a loft in downtown LA and attempts to navigate living with five former college hockey players.

Or, a New Girl AU.

if you're going through hell (keep going) by onawingandaswear*

Eighteen years ago, Samwell suffered the tragic loss of one of their most promising young athletes. Ever since rumors have circulated that the school is haunted by the ghost of Eric Bittle. At least, that’s the only way anyone can seem to explain why the locker rooms smell like freshly baked apple pie on game days instead of the usual, omnipresent hockey funk.

Now in the twilight of his career, Jack Zimmermann is facing his own mortality and the last item on his bucket list?

Return to Samwell and disprove the rumor that his long-dead boyfriend is haunting Faber Memorial Rink.

And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? by RabbitRunnah

Bitty goes to bed after his "lucky shot" having made a decision. When he wakes up he ... is not where he expected to be. He has a career, and a baby, and -- this is the biggest surprise of all -- a husband who looks a lot like Jack Zimmermann.

And you may say to yourself, my god, what have I done? by RabbitRunnah

The last thing Jack Zimmermann remembers saying to Eric Bittle is "lucky shot." That doesn’t explain, at all, why he just woke up in Bittle’s bed.

A companion piece -- this time it's Jack's turn to get a peek at his future -- to And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

Inertia by foryouandbits

At the age of seven, Eric Bittle is tackled so hard in peewee football, it feels as though he's been knocked into another dimension. At the encouragement of his father, he avoids contact sports until he receives a scholarship to play hockey at Samwell University. The result is the same: every check on the ice hurts so much that Eric hallucinates another world. Eric spends the rest of his freshman year attempting to prove himself to his captain and his coaches. He questions his worth, his talent, and his sanity, and in his search for answers, he uncovers long-hidden secrets that change everything he has ever known.

Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by RabbitRunnah

It takes Jack only a couple months after graduation to realize he's in love with Bitty.

It takes him almost 20 years to actually do something about it.

(Or, five Christmases Jack and Bitty spend together.)

right as things grow by wit

Loving and longing, one thousand miles apart: the summer of 2015, in which Jack realizes what he wants just in time for it to get on a plane and leave for Georgia.

#lb 2018 #THERE ARE OBVS MORE #omgcp #omgcp fics #list #this is basically another #fichof

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