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Sugar quills: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Spinoff drabble here!

Genre: Harry Potter!au, Hogwarts!au, Slytherin!Donghyuck x Ravenclaw!reader, friends to lovers, one second of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing, like two dirty jokes

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy is sweeter.

a/n: Social distancing sucks, and you can suck on sugar quills, so here’s a Hogwarts au! (Not sure that metaphor worked lmao) This was originally going to be 2k at most, but I got carried away... I’m also emotionally invested in a very ambitious Mark Lee fic, so keep an eye out for that, too. Stream Kick It, and enjoy!

•••

The Yule Ball is next week, which means that you are in dire need of a dress. Of course, you could’ve ordered a dress weeks ago, but you run on procrastination like Jaemin runs on coffee. Besides, you only made the executive decision to go to the ball with your friends a few hours ago. Even if you don’t have a date (yet, although you’re working on that), it’s your 7th year at Hogwarts and last chance to attend, so fuck societal norms.

Right now, you’re strolling the streets of Hogsmeade, admiring the snowy trees and searching for a dress store that sells muggle styles like the ones you saw in magazines as a kid. You stop to peer into Honeydukes to see if they have any more sugar quills when a snowball hits your back.

“Hey!” You spin around to face a grinning Donghyuck, or Haechan, as he insists the teachers and students call him (they don’t). He’s carrying a gigantic bag of sweets in his left hand, making you wonder how he made a snowball in the first place. You relax once you see him, weighing your options. Sure, you could pull out your wand and dump a pile of snow on him, but that would be unnecessarily cruel. Plus, even after seven years at Hogwarts, you’re a muggle-born at heart and are still occasionally surprised by how easy and accessible magic is. Finally settling on pelting him in the nose with a leftover chunk of snow, you pretend to be annoyed even though you secretly have the urge to kiss his scrunched nose.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t y/n, the second-fastest person in our year to learn Apparition.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Thonghyuck, who only brags about being able to Apparate first because that’s the only thing he’s good at.” (It’s not. Donghyuck is good at a lot of things, including being smart and enthusiastic and good-looking and just… him… but you don’t tell him that unless he’s feeling down. Wouldn’t want to boost his ego even more.)

“Touché. What are you doing?” He falls in step beside you, bumping your shoulders together as you try to avoid slipping by leaning into his side.

“What does it look like? I’m walking.” You wait until he sighs and stops ramming into your side. “I’m trying to find a muggle-style dress for the Yule Ball.” For the tenth time today, you wonder if he has a date. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Luckily, you managed to find out from Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun that he doesn’t after ten minutes of them teasing you.

Donghyuck darts in front of you, grabbing your shoulders while his Honeydukes bag knocks against your arm, and practically shouts, “You have a date???”

You stare into his comically wide eyes. “Um, no?” He lets go of your shoulders but stays rooted to the ground, staring at you. You cross your arms defensively. “Even if I did, you don’t have to be so surprised about it.”

He shakes his head so vigorously that you worry he’ll give himself a concussion. And then his dramatic, sassy facade fades away to reveal his more authentic side. “No! I wasn’t surprised, I was just kind of shocked. I mean, I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, um… sorry.”

You’re grateful that the snow falls on your cheeks to alleviate the burning, but you feel an internal sting that you don’t think is caused by the cold. “You sure have a way with words.” Sidestepping him, you tug his hand so he keeps walking. “Why do you have twice as much candy as you normally buy?” You hope you sound nonchalant as you ask, “Are you bribing someone to go to the ball with you?” When he continues walking, you let go of his hand and stare straight ahead.

Your feelings toward Donghyuck aren’t crystal clear to you, but you know three things. Number one: you like him more than a friend. Number two: you were hoping to ask him to the Yule Ball. And number three: you’d be devastated if he went with someone else.

“I want to do a kind of promposal, since we’ll never go to prom and I only have one more chance to ask her. And we only have one more opportunity to go to this ball.”

You can tell he’s nervous, and your heart softens for him even as it hardens with jealousy. “I’m sure she’ll love it, Hyuck.” Normally, you would pester him and question who the unlucky girl was, but your heart’s not in it today.

Your words seem to give him some of his usual exuberance back. “Thanks. What stores are you going to? I wanna come with you.”

“Since when have you been interested in women’s dresses?”

He laughs at this, actually grabbing your elbow and turning to look at you. You’re disheartened after hearing about his plans to ask someone to the ball, but his laughter is so contagious that you unconsciously crack a smile. “I mean, if you’re interested in them, then I guess I am. But I’m looking for a suit. I don’t feel like wearing dress robes for an entire night.”

“I guess we’ll both be breaking dress code, then.”

“I like the sound of that. Breaking dress code, together.”

And then you forget about his potential dance partner. Despite occasionally being a dumbass, you’re not dense—you hope it’s you, and it wouldn’t be a huge stretch if it was. But you don’t want to ask in case it’s not, and in this moment, you don’t care. Nobody can take away the happiness this moment with Donghyuck gives you.

•••

Later, after Donghyuck demands that you show him all the dresses you’ve tried on and you demand that he presents all the suits he’s picked, you finally settle on a dress. It’s an elegant ball gown, a deep midnight black with silver designs embroidered into the floor-length skirt.

“I think this is the one, Hyuck.”

“Show me, and tell me what you think of this suit.”

You step out of the dressing room, and your jaw drops to the floor. Donghyuck always looks good, but this suit does wonders for him. He wears a low silver vest underneath a rich black suit, exposing a neatly buttoned dress shirt (basically his suit in Boom). His soft brown hair is parted to one side, exposing his forehead. He stops fiddling with a silk green tie once you stop next to him, leaving one hand at the knot of his tie while the other rests in his trousers pockets.

He looks so beautiful, you might cry.

Thankfully, he speaks before you have the chance to start sobbing. “You look amazing.” He casts an appreciative glance from head to toe.

This is fine. This heart rate is normal. “Thanks. This suit makes you look like a god.”

He steps closer, sets a gentle hand on your waist, and turns you to face a wall mirror. “Look,” you suddenly realize. “We’re matching. The silver in my skirt matches your vest.”

He leans toward you and places his lips near your ear. “No blue? That’s not very Ravenclaw of you.” You hope he can’t see goosebumps forming on your skin.

Slowly, you turn your entire body to face him. You’re inches apart, so close that your noses would brush if you leaned in. “I guess I’ll have to wear that blue necklace you got me. Wouldn’t want to let my house down.”

After what seems like an eternity of the two of you just standing there, ogling each other, he steps away, smoothing out his perfectly-ironed suit. “I think I’m getting this suit.”

“I think I’m getting this dress, too.” You hurry back into your dressing room, face uncomfortably hot and hands uncontrollably jittery. Thank goodness you already have a pair of heels in your dorm, because you’re not sure walking would be possible after that encounter.

•••

It’s Sunday, which also means the Yule Ball is six days away. You spend the day cooped up in your room, the library, and various houses’ commons rooms doing homework and scribbling out essays. When the clock hits seven, you call it a day and start focusing on more pressing issues.

“Seulgi, do I even ask Hyuck to the ball at this point? He’s planning a whole-ass promposal for someone, and there probably wouldn’t be a point in asking.”

Seulgi rolls over on your bed to face you, wearing a look of pure judgement. “Bitch, I thought us Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.”

“Hear, hear!” Yeri pipes up from her bed, temporarily abandoning her white nail polish. You eye the bottle warily. It wouldn’t be the first time Yeri has spilled something on her bed. “Y/n, I know your one braincell is probably tired, but can you please tell it to think?”

You almost throw your stuffed Niffler at her, but choose to smash your face into it instead. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t need to ask him because Donghyuck is asking you,” Wendy explains, not looking up from her journal.

“I mean, I hope he does, but you don’t know that,” you admit sadly, your words muffled by your Niffler plush.

Wendy scoffs. “You dumb bitch.”

“Be careful, Voldemort might be manipulating you with that journal,” you fire back.

“Y/n, you love to be in denial, but it’s pretty obvious that you and Donghyuck—Haechan, whatever, I don’t even know at this point—you two have a thing going on,” Seulgi speaks slowly, like you’re a preschooler who doesn’t have common sense. Which would honestly be pretty fair, but you’d like some proof that Donghyuck reciprocated your feelings.

You open your mouth, but Wendy cuts you off. “Don’t.” You stare in wonder as she continues journaling without even looking up to see your actions. “It’s not like you don’t have common sense. You got Yeri a date to the ball while she was being a coward—”

“Hey! I was not being a coward, I was being cautious!” Yeri sighs. “Great, I just messed up my nail,” she complains before flipping Wendy off with her smeared middle finger. She carefully picks up her wand and vanishes the offending nail polish.

“Anyways, you have common sense, you just never use it for yourself,” Wendy finishes. She finally looks up and her face softens when she sees the concern evident in your features. “Sweetie, you’re hanging out tonight, right? Just the two of you? Wouldn’t that be the perfect opportunity for him to ask you?”

“But we do that every week. Well, that’s also a good thing, but it doesn’t mean anything will happen tonight.”

Seulgi rests a hand on your shoulder. “Girl, we aren’t getting your hopes up. Don’t overthink it.”

You look around your dorm, grateful beyond words. “Thank you.” The three of them smile back at you, radiating nothing but encouragement and positivity.

“So what time are you meeting him tonight?”

“In fifteen minutes. Shit! I have to get ready!”

•••

You forgot to buy sugar quills on Saturday.

You realize this because you’re pacing around Ravenclaw’s common room, trying to steel your nerves, when you think fuck it, I need a drink. But the Three Broomsticks doesn’t sell alcohol to Hogwarts students and you’ve never really had a drink before, so your mindset changes to fuck it, I need a sugar quill. So you go back to the dorms to get a sugar quill, and you’re halfway up the stairs when you realize that you didn’t go to Honeydukes yesterday because you didn’t want to risk ruining your gorgeous dress. That’s when you hear Donghyuck yelling at the eagle knocker, and that’s when your mind goes fuck.

You race down the steps—catching yourself before you fumble over the last one—and open the door. “Hyuck, it’s not alive. Arguing with it won’t do anything.”

He still looks so beautiful that you might cry, but he looks softer compared to when he was in a suit. Warmer. Fluffier. His hair is messy and falls into his eyes, and he’s enveloped in a green Slytherin sweater.

“I was being a gentleman and telling it off for being pervy, so at least I was doing the right thing.”

“What?”

“It asked ‘what gets wetter the more it dries?’ And then I lectured it about being wet in a school full of minors.”

You laugh and step outside, closing the door to protect the ears of innocent first-year Ravenclaws. “It’s a sponge, Hyuck. The answer was a fucking sponge.”

“I know, but what’s the fun in that?” He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together and your brain short-circuits. Well, this is bolder than what he usually does, but no complaints. “C’mon, I planned something that I think you’ll like.”

He guides you down Ravenclaw Tower’s spiral staircase and the only response you can come up with is “I like whatever I’m doing as long as I’m with you.” Your_Brain.exe may have stopped working, but once it restarted—confident and flirty mode: activated.

Donghyuck stops and turns in front of you, facing you so that you’re one step taller than him. Since you’re finally taller than him, you’re about to comment on this height difference and question what he’s doing when he asks, “What about doing me? Would you like that?”

You let go of his hand and rest your hands behind his neck. “Take me out to dinner first, loverboy.”

His bemused expression is priceless, like he wasn’t expecting you to answer so quickly. Or at all. “Come on, Hyuck,” you brush past him as he gapes at you. “I thought you were taking me somewhere fun?” you ask when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He hasn’t moved an inch, and you giggle when he finally makes it down the steps.

You reach for his hand when he stops next to you, beaming when he raises your interlocked hands to his mouth and presses a light kiss on your knuckles. “I am, although I’m afraid it’s not out to dinner. Maybe next time.” And just like that, he whisks you off again.

You’re being bold tonight. To be honest, you have no idea where all of this flirty banter is coming from in your mind. Maybe Seulgi, Yeri, and Wendy boosted your confidence. Maybe you regret not doing something in the dress shop. Maybe Donghyuck never holds your hand, meaning he’s definitely up to something (and you hope with all your heart that he planned a promposal for you), but he always looks at you with this kind of adoration and tenderness and you only realized it now.

Maybe you’re both being bold tonight.

Donghyuck stops in front of a wall on the seventh floor. You glance over at him quizzically, but he closes his eyes and looks concentrated, so you just admire his side profile instead. A door appears out of nowhere and he opens his eyes.

“How did you summon a door? Did I miss this lesson in Transfiguration?”

“I didn’t summon it, it’s kinda weird. It’s called the Room of Requirement, and it appears with what you need on the inside. Only a few people know about it. Pretty cool, right?”

“I’ve never heard of that before. I wanna see what it’s like in there.”

Your free hand moves toward the doorknob, but Donghyuck stops you. “Wait.” He envelopes your hand with his free hand and hesitantly meets your eyes. “You haven’t… found a date to the ball since yesterday, right?”

You smile so hard that your face hurts, but you can’t stop. “Of course not. I have pretty high standards for my date to my last Yule Ball, you know. He has to ask me with a promposal to show that he’s a man of culture.”

He beams, and the sun is suddenly jobless. He lets go of your hands, opens the door, and bows. “After you, m’lady.”

The room’s lights are off. Donghyuck enters after you, shutting the door and plunging the room into complete darkness. A spotlight turns on after a few seconds, illuminating the center of the room.

You laugh when you see what spotlight shines on. A group of sugar quills floats in mid-air, spelling out the word “quill.” Below, a sign framed with a dozen or so writing quills reads “you go to the ball with me?” Read together, the display asks: “Quill you go to the ball with me?”

Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun emerge from the sides and you lean over from laughing too hard. Jaemin has a white feather stuck in his hair, while Jeno is full-out dressed in a quill costume, complete with wisps of what looks like white yarn adorning his sides. Renjun looks very thankful to be wearing regular clothes.

The three of them approach you. Jeno and Jaemin go to your sides, each carrying a quill in a quill holder. Jeno’s holder contains a sheet of paper that says ‘yes’, while Jaemin’s holder contains a sheet of paper saying ‘no’. Renjun steps in front of you and holds an inkwell between the two trays.

Donghyuck stands behind Renjun with a piece of parchment above his head. The paper has two boxes reading ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

You don’t hesitate to take Jeno’s quill, dipping it in Renjun’s inkwell. The three boys step aside, allowing you to walk toward Donghyuck, who lowers the parchment to mid-chest level so you can check your answer easily.

You don’t check either box at first. Instead, you implore with a warm smile: “If I delay this, do I get to see Jeno in his quill costume longer?”

Jeno groans. “I lost a round of rock, paper, scissors and I’m trying to be a good wingman. Check the box already, y/n.”

So you mark the ‘yes’ box. Donghyuck’s smile makes you feel like you’re the only people in the room and you step closer, ready to press a kiss to his cheek and maybe somewhere else too—

The moment is interrupted by the other boys’ cheers. Jeno takes off his quill costume and throws it at Donghyuck, yelling, “I told you she would say yes!” Turning toward you, he starts to expose Donghyuck explain. “He was so nervous before this, that was the only reason I wore that stupid thing, you should’ve seen him—”

“He asked us to be here instead of just enchanting the quills and inkwell and stuff because he needed our moral support,” Jaemin cuts in, pulling Donghyuck away from you and into a headlock. He fusses with Donghyuck’s hair and coos at his flushed face.

“This boy is so whipped,” Renjun not-so-inconspicuously whispers to you. Giving your lovestruck expression a quick glance, he adds, “and so are you.”

Donghyuck wrestles Jaemin off of him and pulls you away from Renjun, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Just because I’m not in Gryffindor with Jaemin doesn’t mean I’m not brave.”

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, content.

When Donghyuck walks you back to Ravenclaw’s dorms after curfew, he holds your hand again. You both attempt to keep your voices down to avoid Filch, but honestly, you don’t care at this point. After you reach the top of Ravenclaw Tower, you both stop, awkwardly wondering what to do next.

You break the silence. “Thanks for all these sugar quills.” You hold up the bag of quills he gifted you, giving it a little shake. “How did you know my hidden stash ran out?”

“I kind of kept distracting you on the way back from Hogsmeade yesterday so you didn’t get any from Honeydukes. Did you like the whole… promposal? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go with me or someone else, but you seemed kind of jealous after I mentioned taking someone yesterday? Like I don’t want to pressure you into anything…”

You place the bag of sugar quills on the ground and place a hand on the side of his face. He stops talking. “The girls were making fun of me for being dumb, so I guess we’re dumb together. I liked the promposal, Hyuck.” You wait a beat longer before adding, “I like you.”

When Seulgi tells you ‘I told you so’, Yeri cheers that everyone in your dorm has a date to the ball, Wendy shakes her head with a knowing smile, and all three press you to spill the tea later that night, you won’t be able to tell them who started it or how it happened. All you know is that one moment, you and Donghyuck are standing there, not moving, and in the next moment, you’re kissing.

Your mind goes blank, but you react immediately, leaning into him and kissing him back. It’s soft and sweet and completely natural. There are no butterflies in your stomach, but a warm feeling of utter happiness fills you. You let go of Donghyuck’s hand to curl an arm around his neck, and he rests his hands on your waist, tugging you closer. You sigh into the kiss and thread your fingers through his hair. It’s over as suddenly as it started, but this time, there’s no awkwardness when you look at Donghyuck.

Standing there, with his face basking in the light from the torches and his arms around you, he looks like a dream come true.

You pick up your bag. “Goodnight, Donghyuck.” You press your lips to his again, briefly.

He pulls you in for one final kiss before stepping back. “Goodnight, y/n.”

•••

Donghyuck spends much more time with you in the days leading up to the Yule Ball. He takes you to visit the Room of Requirement when you ask him, cuddles with you while you read through your Potions notes, and always gives you goodnight kisses when he walks you back to your dorm. Of course, you try to avoid flaunting these displays of affection in front of other people. You wouldn’t want to be that couple who makes out in public.

But that’s the problem. You have no idea if you’re a couple or not. He hasn’t said if he’s liked you back, and he hasn’t even mentioned taking you out on a date yet. You don’t say anything because you’re trying not to rush things, but come Friday, when you slip into your ballgown, you’re still not sure what your relationship is with him.

You do Yeri’s hair as Wendy does your hair as Seulgi does Wendy’s hair as Yeri does Seulgi’s hair. Yeri casts a spell to make Seulgi’s hair form a heart on top of her head and you giggle, prompting her to turn around, suspicious. “Quit moving,” Yeri complains, cheeky as ever. “I can’t make your hair pretty if you’re always moving around.”

“I’m already pretty,” Seulgi retorts, but stays still. You couldn’t agree more.

Wendy did an amazing job with your hair, which is voluminous and silky and tied half-up with a piece of green silk that matches Donghyuck’s tie. It frames your face, and when you finish applying your makeup, you feel like a Disney princess. It’s times like these when you’re thankful you splurged on your shared full-length mirror. “Ooh, I look fabulous.” Looking around the room, you feel the need to amend your statement. “We all look fabulous.”

“Yes the fuck we do!” calls Yeri.

After you slip on your heels and put on your blue necklace, you’re ready. You take tons of pictures as you wait for your dates to show up, and your poses get more outlandish as time goes on. Seulgi is attempting to sit in a middle split and persuading Wendy to try it with her when your dates arrive.

You help Seulgi to her feet as Suho, a fellow Ravenclaw, approaches her. She pushes you toward Donghyuck, and that’s when you get your first good look at him.

He’s as stunning as ever, looking even better than he did in the dress shop. His hair is slicked away from his forehead (no fortune cookie hair for this event!), making his face appear sharper, his nose more prominent and his jawline more defined. You can see hints of glittering eyeshadow on the edges of his eyelids.

He pulls you close by your waist, plants a kiss on your nose, and lifts your necklace. “Pretty.”

You give his shoulder a light shove. “Me or the necklace?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No, because you picked out the necklace, so you’re biased toward it.”

He sighs dramatically. “Well, I guess I can’t be biased toward you, because no matter how lovely I think you are, you blow me away every time I see you.”

You blush. “Thanks. You look very handsome tonight.”

“Only tonight?” He doesn’t let you out of his embrace, pouting, until you peck his cheek. You slip your hand into the crook of his arm and descend down Ravenclaw Tower’s stairs.

“You always look handsome, but you knew that already.”

“Fair point. Oh!” He stops you. “I almost forgot. Here,” he fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers, “is your corsage. You know, since this is kind of prom.”

You extend your wrist and he slides the navy blue flowers with dark green leaves on. He hands you his boutonniere for you to place in his lapel. “I love it, Donghyuck. Did you pick this out with our house colors in mind?”

“Yeah. I charmed it to match with your necklace, too. See?”

“You’re so thoughtful, Hyuck.” You’re pretty sure you have heart eyes right now, but no one else is around to tease you about it.

You reach the Great Hall. Yeri pulls you toward the entrance for group pictures, and after she gets them, she pushes you away to take individual pictures with Renjun.

“You’re welcome! Without me, you would’ve been a dateless coward!” You tease Yeri, who sticks her tongue out at you. Renjun blushes and directs her attention back to Seulgi and Taeyong, the designated photographers. “Do you wanna get pictures now or later?” you ask Donghyuck.

“How about later? The staff dance is about to start, and I want to see McGonagall and Flitwick together.”

McGonagall and Flitwick turn out to be surprisingly elegant dancers. Flitwick charms his shoes to levitate in mid-air and he glides along with minimal effort.

The first students’ dance follows the staff dance, and waltzing with Donghyuck is magical. After countless other dances, your feet start to hurt. He leads you to a table, makes sure you’re comfortable, and leaves to get you some punch.

You kick off your heels (stream Kick It) and transfigure them into a pair of much more comfortable flats. As you slip them back on, Seungmin, a fellow Ravenclaw in your year, sits down next to you.

“Hi y/n! How’s your night been?”

“Hey Seungmin! It’s been wonderful so far. I can’t believe I was stressing about finding a date just a week ago. How are you liking the ball so far?”

“It’s been pretty fun. We dared Hyunjin to ask Sprout to dance, and he’s over there asking her right now,” he points toward the staff’s table. Sure enough, Hyunjin has his hands clasped around Sprout’s right hand, pleading her to dance with him. “By the way, I can’t believe Donghyuck took so long to ask you. I’m sure you would’ve found a date earlier, but there’s obviously an unspoken rule about you being Donghyuck’s girl, and I doubt very many people would want to be on the receiving end of one of his hexes.”

Well, this is news to you. “I had no idea—oh shit,” you exclaim as Sprout stands up from her seat. Hyunjin escorts her to the dance floor. “He really did that.”

Seungmin shakes his head in disbelief. “I have to get this on camera.” He stands up, then realizes that he’s cutting your conversation short. “Oh, sorry—”

You wave him off. “Go record him. Send me a video when you get it.”

“Thanks, y/n. Have fun!”

“You too!” You wave as he disappears from sight. As if on cue, Donghyuck materializes by your side.

“You changed your shoes,” he notes, handing you a glass of punch. You down it in one go, suddenly jittery. How long has everyone shipped you with him? “Dang. You wanna get out of here?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, that’d be awesome. Can we go to the Room of Requirement?”

“Of course. Gimme a sec.” He tips back his head and finishes his punch, and you’d never admit it but you stare at his neck for an embarrassingly long amount of time. You stand up, still staring. He notices but doesn’t comment on it, taking your cup and throwing it away with a cheeky smile instead. He rests an arm around your waist when he returns, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your temple. “Ready?”

You nod. “What do you want the room to have?”

“Maybe a bed…” He laughs at your unamused expression. “Kidding. Besides, I haven’t taken you out to dinner yet, remember?”

“You little shit. Speaking of food, how was the snack bar?”

“It was pretty good. You want to come back later for snacks?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll survive for now.” You turn to look at him. “You know, since you’re the only snacc I need.”

•••

Donghyuck wishes for a balcony, you wish for scented candles, and the room gives you a balcony lined with candles. It even scatters a few flower petals on the parapet as a finishing touch.

“Classy,” Donghyuck remarks as you both step onto the ledge. He stands facing you, leaning forward so your foreheads touch.

You take a deep breath, smooth your hands down his suit, and summon some Gryffindor-level bravery. “Earlier, Seungmin said something about how I was your girl. The funny thing is, I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.”

He freezes. “Did I not ask you? Shit, I forgot.” He takes a step back, eyes wide. His hands fly up to massage his temple. He starts pacing while running his hands through his hair, muttering a string of curse words and the occasional ‘how did I forget’.

“Hyuck,” you laugh, relieved. You reach for his shoulders, trying to calm him down. He stops walking but keeps ruffling his hair with a distraught expression, his eyes flickering from your face to the side to the ground. “Donghyuck,” you say again. Slowly cupping his face, your gaze roams his face, taking in his full cheeks and sloping nose before stopping on his lips. As you flick your eyes up to meet his, you smile. “It’s ok if you forgot, just ask me now.”

He swallows. In that moment, snow falls outside, and you fall even harder for the boy standing in front of you. His hands grasp yours and remove them from his face. Then he kneels down on one knee (a bit exaggeratedly in your opinion) and declares, “Y/n l/n, I’ve liked you since the day you visited me in the infirmary in fifth year. Actually, it was probably earlier than that, but that was when I finally accepted that I had a big fat crush on you.”

You remember that day. During a Quidditch game with Ravenclaw, a stray Bludger knocked him off his broom seconds after he caught the Snitch. He ended up in Madam Pomfrey’s care with a broken arm. You had visited him, worried half to death. Even as he teased you for caring about him, you made sure he was comfortable and didn’t have a concussion. When you left, you gave him a bag of his favorite lollipops from Honeydukes with a note that read ‘If you die, I’ll kill you. Get well soon xoxo <3 <3’. The lovey-dovey part was only written half-jokingly.

“And I know I’m an idiot for not telling you this sooner, but maybe I can be your idiot, so will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” He swoops down to kiss you firmly as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you respond by tugging him closer by his tie. The way he holds you makes you positively melt. You’re not the only lovestruck person on that balcony, though, because even when you pull away, Donghyuck refuses to let you go.

“I’m lucky to have you,” you admit.

“No, I’m the lucky one here.”

“I know, I’m quite the catch.” You wink and he laughs and he kisses you again and again and again.

Later, Donghyuck walks you back to your room so you can change and cuddle with him properly. You bring a sugar quill with you because a bitch is hungry and that bitch is you.

He steals your quill every five minutes so he can kiss you, but you don’t mind.

Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy named Lee Donghyuck is sweeter.

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jrctolkien · 4 years

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don't blame me for falling, ii

part one

tom holland x reader

he comes back to town after years and years, and the press are just eating it up, and you’re falling too hard and too fast

an; this is a messy one cause an dElEted it so it's a lot more condensed and less,, tender because I was rage writing. ngl, the tom/yn interactions are iffy, but they improve a hecca lot more next chapter (lol remember when this was supposed to be a oneshot?)

harrison was the last person anybody thought would be getting married first.

his wedding was beautiful, all fancy and ornate and generally golden, much like the trophy wife curled around his side in an elegant slip of a dress. she looked gorgeous, not that you had expected any less from harrison. tonya, her name, was a brunette, skinny, high-earning model who was smart as whip and the dumbest person you had met in your whole life: she could crack out the answers to confusing math problems that left your mind boggling in under a minute, but she was constantly putting the fork in the microwave with the gravy she barely knew how to make. she was perfect for harrison and he knew it, beaming at her every second of every minute like she was a gift straight from god.

you supposed she was, in the grand scheme of things: harrison had been the butter in your sandwich for most of your life, sticking together all your favourite fillings and being the undertone that was such an amazing flavor that you just couldn't quite place until you switched butter brands. harrison was the guardian angel you never asked for but most definitely would die without.

you watched on with tearful eyes as he was bonded, heart and soul, to the love of his life, and you had watched on weeping when they took their first dance, the happiness radiating off them in a golden aura, warming the venue and inviting the summer sun out from behind the few clouds hung up in the sky. tonya's hair had almost looked blonde in the sunlight and you couldn't help the stray chuckle that escaped when the clumsy girl had stepped on harrison's foot for the third time. still, they swayed in time with the music, their warmth and love filling the suddenly suffocating tent.

you stepped outside, shooting a small smile to stacey, who shot you a teary grin. the sky was a beautiful blue and the grass was green, the kind of green that was so screwed into all your memories of summer as a child; lying on the grass that was a tad too long and tickled your cheeks and got caught up in your ears and your hair when you were six, a gappy grin on your face as you stared up at the slow moving clouds. climbing a tree in a game of hide and seek and falling out onto a patch of green, green grass and the green grass of the hospital gardens, which you hobbled about in with a nervous wreck of a tom looking on, feeling so, so guilty about you falling out a tree because of him. the grass that got caught up in your hair and left green stains on your favourite red dress when you were fourteen, lying all scrambled up in a big group of girls in an empty field as the sun set on you, drunken giggles warming up the chilly night.

"I love summer." you sighed to stacey, who nodded along with you, both knowing that in a couple weeks when the cute sun would turn stifling and would burn your skin, you'd both be complaining about how much you hated summer. you remember once, when you were fourteen and young, and had prayed to god in a french class to not let summer come too quickly that year, and had been positively distraught when it rained every day for two months.

stacey's elbow bumped against yours and she sighed wistfully, staring out at the long, sprawling fields filled with such green, green grass surrounding the farm harrison was gettiing married at. "summer is deceivingly beautiful." she muttered, and you noticed the sheen of sweat on her dark skin, and the iced water she was holding in one hand, and the tiny fan poking out the top of her dress, it's batteries sure to run out too soon for your friend.

"oh, but the grass." you said in an almost whine.

"oh, but the grass."

the two of you shared a small giggle before slinking back inside the huge white tent through a flap in it's exterior, bumping into a small group of guys who were almost impossible to get through.

"bloody hell," you muttered underneath your breath, "excuse me!"

and then all the love and warmth and golden hues that radiated off of harrison and tonya seeped into your soul through your skin as tom holland turned around, smile on his lips. he looked different since you had last seen him, not that it had been too difficult, with the hazy, dark images of him that had swirled through your head for weeks on end after he had up and left you for the second time in your life.

his skin was burning you through his dress shirt and his suit and you flinched away, stumbling back into stacey, whose arm wrapped around you waist and you could feel the intensity of her glare without even looking. "holland." she spat out, her voice hard and devoid of any emotion except to you, and you watched as all the anger and the hatred that was within her word traveled through the air before being engulfed in an overwhelmingly golden cloud of warmth and love.

"stace." he acknowledged and you realized that his eyes were calling for you and, of course, you were so weak, too weak, and the sea of browns and golden hues pulled you into your friend.

"hey tom." you greeted and you could almost imagine yourself spitting up your heart for him in that very moment, love sewn into each of it's chambers as you handed it over to the boy in front of you. "long time no see, eh?"

"which, personally," stacey's strong voice interjected over your shoulder, "I think was a pretty great deal! so, me and yn shall be leaving. goodbye forever!"

stacey turned on her heels -which was an impressive feat in itself, as they added an extra seven inches to her already long enough legs- and you held her hand as she dragged you away.

"wait!" tom's voice called out to you and you stopped almost immediately, blushing furiously and sending apologetic looks to a stumbling stacey before you peeked over your shoulder at tom.

"mhm?"

"are you going to harrison's thing later?" tom asked and you nodded, grin creeping onto your face. harrison's thing was, of course, a party that took the form of him not being there, on account of it being his wedding night. someone had planned the party and had said it was by harrison, who ever so graciously took the credit for it. "see you there, then." tom's voice was light and airy and something stacey was definitely going to laugh about for the next couple of months.

"I can't believe you!" said girl ranted as the two of you walked over to the drink station. "I had said 'goodbye forever', idiot! don’t you know what that means? no, obviously not if you turned around five seconds later to talk to the guy who left you to deal with an entire nation of fucking teenage girls to deal with."

you grimaced as you sipped on a glass of spiked punch (because of course harrison would do that at his wedding) , rembering the blood, sweat and tears you had shed trying to clear your name after being called 'holland's harlet' by too many media outlets too many times, "it wasn’t that bad." you weakly defended yoursled, giggling at the look stacey shot you.

"not that bad? bitch, you told kate garraway that you lost your virginity in an abandoned office building to tom holland when you were fifteen." stacey shot at you and you groaned, head rooping onto your shoulder.

"don’t remind me of that, I think I might be traumatized." you moaned.

"you're not in a wheelchair, shut up."

"mate, I said traumatized, not petrified."

and so you and stacey laughed the wedding away, the one braincell the two of you shared gifted to tonya as a wedding present, hopefully welcomed with opened arms by the hundreds she had. neither of you realized that, indeed, you were not petrified nor traumatized nor paralyzed, just a little girl in too-big a body who didn't know how to keep her mouth shut on live news stations.

there were no proper chip shops in your town; no crunchy, perfectly salted chips and crunchy battered cod in a blue trimmed shop owned by a nice, big man called chris who would give you an extra half-a-sausage if you sent him a toothy grin. no. there was, however, one chinese shop that had evolved into selling soggy, too-salty chips and battered sausages that were too batter-y to be called sausages. you supposed it was why they also sold the greasy, slightly too expensive for what they were, simple chinese dishes.

the shop was a two and half minutes walk from your house, and you had to cross a big two-laner and a small not-dirt-but-also-not-quite-tarmac road to get to where it was, next to a tesco express. tonight however, after harrison's wedding and the after-party and the stupid amount of alcohol you had drunk, the route took the better half of ten minutes.

you stumbled arm-in-arm with stacey, hand drunkenly tugging down the (way too bright) neon green dress that made you look like a highlighter under the street lights, but a glow stick that attracted men like moths to a light in the dark. stacey was barefoot, bar a pair of little ankle socks, and was moaning about something she stood on every couple seconds. behind you were myra and mia, the remaining two girls that completed you and stacey. they too were stumbling and giggling and whenever you glanced back, the vodka bottle (vodka and cherryade, as you kept being reminded) myra held glinted under the moon's yellow glow. leading the pack was tom, harry and sam, who's voices were loud and deep in the night air.

the seven of you had migrated back to your house around 1am, quickly becoming hungry for a good (or, rather, bad) chinese 'n' chippy. the said shop was a mere few metres away and mia was making a mental list of drinks and other snacks to get from the tescos, eyebrows furrowed and mouthing items silently as she entered the bright shop. tom and sam had taken it upon themselves to go into the shop, and you sat down on a bench with stacey.

"should I get a t'too?" she slurred, head dropping onto your shoulder.

you shook your head and stacey's answering grumble filled your ear. "just cause yours turned out shit."

"hey!" you defended loudly. "I was just a widdle baby."

"old enough to sleep with tommo." stacey giggled in your ear and you hit her leg.

"is that all you're going to talk about tonight?"

"no." stacey said and you could see the lie immediately through dizziness in your eyes. "why don't you just, I dunno, bang him again?"

"because.. im a smartie now. sex is a no-no." the words came out of you mouth and fitted together into a jigsaw set nobody could work out.

"riiight." stacey giggled again, the alcohol on her breath mingling in the air. out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash go off just as the boys exited the shop, arms laden with bags of food. a cheer resonated through the five of you, mia wooping in delight, plastic bag crunkling on her arm.

stacey laughed at something mia said, the noise bouncing around your lounge. you were lounged on a sofa with tom, cold toes pushed underneath his thigh, his warmth seeping into your skin, your bones, your soul. myra was pouring yet another round of shots and you groaned. your house stunk of smoke and liquor, and you weren't looking forward to when you'd have to clean it.

tom's face was lit up by your yellow toned lights, his eyes just as red as the pink of his lips, head resting against the sofa and smile etched so deep onto his face it relaxed your soul just seeing it. his hand was trailing up and down the inside of your calf, and you shuddered whenever his fingers brushed the small tattoo on your ankle.

you tore your gaze away from him when mia pushed the plastic cup of red currant rum into your left hand, the shot glass of vodka cold against your right. you rolled your at her, sloshing both back with a slight grimace, throat sore from the burn of vodka.

"yn,yn,yn." tom said in a singsong, eyes so warm and so inviting as he looked at you. an emotion flickered in them and his hand stopped and held your knee, banging it against the other one. "love you."

the quiet words traveled through the air and right into your heart, starting up all the blood and flowing right down to the tips of your fingers and your toes. "yeah?" you murmured.

he nodded forcefully, with a look that made him seem so young, like an adamant toddler, "yep! you're my bestest friend."

the warmth in your blood dissipated, even as he pulled you into his once so familiar lap, rubbing his head into your hair. it floated around you, buzzing like a flock of bees. mia had her phone out and was taking a video of the room, and you smiled as the camera panned over you, trying not to look like your heart had just been ripped out by superman.

the next day was surprisingly cold, a light drizzle waking you up in the morning. you were in your bed, wrapped up in the warmth, stacey snoring next to you, stabbing your head like a knife with every exhale. you groaned, hand mushing across your face. mia's small figure appeared in the doorway, sending you a weak smile and pointing at your dresser, where a cup of water and a pack of head medicine lay. her face was worried and you frowned after popping two pills.

"don’t, um, don’t be mad at me. please." her voice was quiet as she padded into the room, her feet slippered in a pair of old superman slippers you had had in the cupboard. sitting on the edge of the bed, mia shoved her phone in your face gently, and it took your eyes a couple seconds to adjust to what was on the screen.

"what the fuck." you muttered, taking the phone from her. an article was pulled up, 'does holland have the hots…again?'. a few dark photos were scattered throughout text as you skimmed it, of you and him at the wedding, the chip shop, and a few screenshots of you in his lap.

"I deleted the video as soon I could, I didn't know they would be looking at my profile." mia hurried. "im so sorry, I didn’t mean-"

"it's fine, it's fine." you shushed her as stacey stirred next to you. "is he still here?"

mia nodded and you sighed in relief. "'kay, cool."

somewhere in the back of your head was furious at mia, at you, the emotion hidden in a dusty corner in a box of suppressed memories you only dug out when you were feeling extra sad. you had learnt, after the horrible aftermath of the last set of photos, that caring made things much, much worse.

you could still feel where he and trailed his fingers up and down your calf, the action so careless.

breakfast was a quiet affair, the sounds of scraping knifes and forks digging into everyone's heads. the dread of a hangover hung in the air, weighing down every shoulder in the house. tom had, indeed, left, a mere twenty minutes after you woke up. the lack of his presence, as well as his brothers', was an unspoken thing, however much you could feel stacey twitching beside you.

you were eating off the plates your mum had bought you when you moved into your house, their edges striped blue and white, just like the perfect chip shop that was somewhere in your head.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #man they barely talked in this im soooo sorry #next time: yn's in London and working with tom #also tonya gets pegnant woopsie #mine #dbmff #don't blame me

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amucus · 4 years

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WHO: Amycus Carrow (@ascarrow) + Lily Potter (@lilyevanspctter) + James Potter (@potteringpctter) + Alice Longbottom (@alicethelongbottom) + Frank Longbottom (@frnklongbottom) for @amorfatihq

WHAT: The one with the interrogation.

WHEN: April 12th, 1982, late afternoon.

WHERE: A safe house.

AMYCUS started to come to, only to find that he was still in a dark basement (that reminded him of the dungeons at Hogwarts), and still magically bound to the World's Most Uncomfortable Chair. But all of that was Fine ™️ until he laid his sleepy eyes on the bane of his existance. "Lily," he greeted through gritted teeth. "Ready for another round already?" He winked, but his features were painted in fifty shades of disdain.

LILY braced herself when they arrived to the safehouse, not wanting to show the death eater how utterly broken she felt over the lose of her child, the thought of how he might be with each passing moment never leaving her. Were they feeding him, cleaning him? He was a baby a small baby barely two years old, did any of those monsters even know how to take care of a small child? Still, she'd managed to compose herself when they entered the basement, she sat her kit down on a corner table before turning to him her face twisting when he spoke. Her green eyes blazed with anger, the sight of him growing it tenfold upon remembering he was the reason they took her son. "Your friends, took our son." She said stepping closer. "You're going to tell us everything because I have lost all concern for your wellbeing at this point."

AMYCUS could kind of see it now, what Potter saw in her. She was hot when she was angry. Mean, in a different way than the women he usually interacted with, but still crazy hot. She was every bit as fiery as her red hair. His jaw ticked, but he kept his cool demeanor. The Death Eaters took Harry? Curiouser and curiouser. "You took me first," he pointed out, sounding bored but his interest was piqued. "-and I don't have any friends, so I don't know who you're referring to, but my condolences for your loss."

ALICE lingered in the back; there was a fire and anger in her eyes that she didn’t bother dampening. This man - boy - before her was part of the organization that had stolen away her friends’ little boy, while her own son slept beside him. They destroyed Arabella’s home. She had no sympathy for Amycus as she watched Lily display her own rage. She couldn’t wait to see the redhead enact a mother’s wrath upon him. So she lingered near the door, Frank near, as she watched with cruel satisfaction written on her face.

JAMES quickly stepped forward, although angry and wanting to burn down the world, he knew Amycus, specifically was not to blame for this particularly interaction. After all, he wasn't the reason why their son was kidnapped. No, even James could see that. He gently took Lily's hand, pulling her away from Amycus for a second before whispering low in her ear. "It's not going to get us anywhere if we're cruel to him," he said. "Trust me. I know him... Just, let me try something?" He met her eyes then, strong, hoping she wouldn't mind the interruption.

LILY ignored the interjection about them taking the death eater first. If only so she wasn't reminded that it was her completely sound and sober decision to do so in the first place. That kind of reminder would only derail her. She reared closer to him her jaw ticking, "Let's not kid ourselves by assuming you have more than two brain cells, but if I were you I'd be making good use of them right about now because god help you if I don't get my son back,-" She was cut off mid tirade when James pulled her back and she whirled on him eyes blazing as brightly as the deep red of her hair. "I don't care much about his comfort right now James! Or are you forgetting he associates with the likes of the scum who have Harry? Who knows how many children he's robbed from their parents himself!" She exclaimed not nearly as quietly as her husband. Though at his affirmation and request she settled somewhat. "Fine. I'll get the serum ready."

ALICE flinches at Lily’s tirade. Although this is exactly what she’d expected, exactly what she hoped her friend would unleash, it was different to hear it. She took a tentative step forward, but didn’t continue. Anger and recklessness might very well ruin this interrogation. The collection of information needed to be done precisely, carefully. She allowed the two parents to take charge until they stepped too far, or not far enough, although she doubted the latter would be an issue.

JAMES knew that the request must've seemed out of the blue. But he also knew Amycus. Knew him from school, from times when the pair, although unlikely, would sit at The Leaky together and talk. It wasn't as if he wasn't angry, or that he particularly even cared about Amycus' comfort at this point. But, not every interrogation needed to be pins and needles. "Lil," he said, trying to calm her, gently meeting her eyes for potentially the first time since they'd learned their son was kidnapped. "Trust me." As she left, James shook his head softly and went and sat down in front of Amycus, spinning the chair around so he could rest his forearms on top of it. "I don't like this as much as you don't like this, Carrow," he said. "My son is missing. In exchange for you, they took my son. Not even two years old. The one you said was going places just a day ago." He let that settle in, and took a deep breath himself, trying to steady himself. Eyes meeting Amycus', he tried not to flinch. "You told me you were a Death Eater for a reason, Amycus. Not just because we were blasted. Why? Why are we sitting here right now? Give me something, mate."

LILY could feel her gut twisting at James' words. Not even two years old. The one you said was going places. She simply clenched her fists at her sides as she stalked across the room to where she'd earlier left her laboratory kit, meeting Alice and Frank's only a minute. She didn't particularly like the person she was right now, she didn't even want to think of what she might truly be capable of if pushed to that point. And they were there to bare witness to just that. She opened up the bag, taking out the small green elixir bottle and then a bottle of water. Along with a few other odds and ends. She had brought the truth serum of course, but also some more nefarious concoctions that might help things along if needed.

AMYCUS' head lulled to one side as she insulted him. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before, even from the so-called-friends she not-so-kindly referred to before. That was only part of the reason Amycus didn't like people. "How about you put your two braincells together and find another outlet for your anger. Like, I don't know, whoever took your child." He was being so cavelier, but when had Amycus ever shown any care or concern for anyone other than his sister? She was projecting. So bloody pissed off at herself she was taking it out on him. Cool. This was fucking batshit. He opened his mouth to continue but someone cut in and Amycus' tired eyes cut to James... the reason he was here. "Au contraire, Jimmy Jams. Pretty sure I like this a little less than you do, but the wench has us both beat." He flashed a wolfish grin and settled back further in his chair. Might as well try to get fucking comfortable. "Correct. In exchange for me. An eye for an eye. That, my friend, is Karma." Eyebrows wiggled a little, fishing for some type of reaction. "You said it yourself. I like the kid... Why did I tell you?" he mused aloud. He swiped his tongue over his lips, then bit them together, waiting for the lightbulb to go off in that pretty little head of James'. "Maybe I confided in you because I trusted you, mate," he challenged. Was it true? Probably not, but his new bff Lily was cooking up a truth serum for this very occasion so...

JAMES couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for what Amycus’ was going through. He expected him to poke at it; to make a hole where there was already a tear. But James hadn’t expected Amycus to say that he had trusted him. “Godric, you trusted me?” he asked, trying to keep his face neutral. “We both bloody know that’s not the best answer.” Taking a deep breath, James tried to reason with Amycus. “An eye for an eye means equality, Carrow. But you’re an adult. My son has barely lived. We both know this unfair. We both know that I’ll help you if you help us.” That much was true. James wouldn’t lie about that. But would Amycus trust him now? He didn’t know.

AMYCUS had spent years mastering his pokerface. It was the only way to survive in the Carrow household. He didn't answer, deciding to let the question hang in the thick air between them. The corner of his lips twisted up into something sinister. "You gonna choose me over her?” he asked, sending a pointed look over James' shoulder. "Didn't think so. She's already written my obituary for the Prophet, mate. Doesn't matter what I say. Kidnapped child or not, killing me was always the endgame here so save me from this friendly little chat she and I are about to have and just kill me now." He lowered his gaze and rolled his neck, curious if James would call his bluff. "For what it's worth though, I had the chance to harm your child and the motive. And I didn't, did I?"

FRANK stood in the back, wand clasped tightly in his hand, taking in everything in the room. He watched James and Lily did the unthinkable as they demanded answers about their son, felt Alice’s sturdy presence in the corner waiting for the time to step in, and listened to the Death Eater say a lot of words that didn’t really mean anything. It was frustrating, watching the young kid with the horrendous mark on his arm, poke and tease the Potters - even if he truly had no idea where their son was. It seemed unlikely, unless the kidnapping had been planned before they got Amycus in their custody. All he could hope for was that the truth serum that Lily was preparing would at least give them some information. He nodded at the redheaded girl - approving and encouraging her move of sorting through her bag. Following protocol, he or Alice should be the ones to give the green elixir to the Death Eater - but things were already out of order here, and it would probably do Lily good to take back some of the power. Talk between two boys who had once known each other would only complicate things. It would be impossible for them to not be personal - and even though the matter itself was, it was clearly hardly productive. He’d wait until it was necessary, step in and ask the questions that would hopefully point them in the right direction to where Harry was being kept.

LILY had stayed quiet letting James try his way like he'd asked though she whirled in place to glare at him from across the room. "Do not assume you know anything about me. Let's not forget I'm not the one associated with a criminal organization that routinely tortures and murders innocent people." The nerve on him to try and paint her out to be the one out for him for no god damn reason. "We wouldn't be here at all if those weren't the kind of people you support. Killing you was never in our plans, but I'm not surprised you would think that considering what your people do."

ALICE stepped toward Lily again, this time reaching her. “Careful. No one wants me to see you take this guy down more than I do, but he is the way to Harry. Let’s figure that out before we do anything...drastic.” She whispered the words so Frank was the only one close enough to hear. “As aurors, there’s protocol we need to follow to make sure we all stay out of trouble. Let me give him the serum.” Her eyes were firm, but pleading. She understood just how much emotions could cloud someone’s judgement during a crucial moment.

AMYCUS rolled his eyes dramatically slow as he turned his head to look in Lily's direction. "Right. You wouldn't know anything about an organization that kidnaps, poisons and tortures someone for crimes they hypothetically committed, would you?" A smirk curled in his lips. "What exactly are you implicating me for anyway? For being a part of a club? For having some sick art on my arm?" He shrugged halfheartedly. "Tell me, Lils - can I call you Lils? - who's the bad guy here? Still me? Whatever helps you sleep at night." He winked again, paying no mind to the other people in the room. "Do not assume you know anything about me," he said, throwing her own words back at her.

FRANK watched as his wife approached the younger witch, agreeing with everything that she warned in a hushed tone. It was no surprise that when she needed to, Alice would step in and help guide Lily. He only hoped that she would trust her fellow Order member and mother - as well as a talented Auror - to run the interrogation. "She's right," he told Lily with a nod, taking a moment to look at his wife before returning his attention to the redheaded girl and trying to get her to focus on him rather than the vile things coming out of Amycus' mouth. It was easy to act as if their cause was the same, when Frank and Alice knew first hand that the Death Eaters interrogations were nothing like this. "We will get the information we need. We just need to act properly. Let Alice do it."

JAMES shook his head at Amycus’ words, eyes meeting his with a deep sadness. Or maybe it wasn’t sadness so much as weariness. First his son, and now Amycus. “Of course I’ll choose Lily,” he said, shaking his head. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t care about you, either.” He stood out of his chair, shoulders shrugging. “Let me know if you change your mind.” And with that he looked to Frank and Alice. He’s all yours, he seemed to be saying, shoulders down.

ALICE could only imagine how deep Lily’s emotions ran for this entire situation, but it seemed James was at an even deeper crossroads. Amycus was his friend, it seemed, and this interrogation didn’t look like it was going to end well. With shoulders back, Alice careful took the serum from Lily and approached Amycus. “I can shove this down your throat or you can take it willingly - it’s your call.” She offered the vail to him with raised brows. Switching seamlessly into auror mode was easy given the tension in the situation. And that required an entirely different personality and set of morals than the one people were used to from her.

LILY was so angry speaking was difficult, but she understood where Alice and Frank were coming from, and honestly she was so thankful that they were there. If left to their own devices she and James would like just crumble under the weight of their own guilt and panic. She let Alice take the bottle, and after taking a deep breath she hand Frank the water bottle for him for the bitter elixir. Because despite her anger and willingness to incinerate anything and everything in the path to get getting back her baby she was not an unkind woman. Composing herself she went to stand with James, needing him to lean on.

AMYCUS could handle James and had even gotten used to Lily (though, despite his feigned bravado, she still scared the shit out of him) but his patience was wearing thin with their friends. Three's a crowd. Five's a party. None of his 'friends' were invited. "The flying pitch's a little uneven here, don't you think?" he asked, lazy eyes sweeping the room to look at each of the four interrogators. "No." Like the foul creature he was, he actually spat in Alice's direction. She may have been 'pureblood' but she wasn't sacred, not like her traitorous husband. She didn't deserve his respect. "Let her do it," he sneered, tilting his head in Lily's direction. "I want her to remember who the villain in this story is every time she looks in the mirror."

JAMES had been waiting for a moment like this. The moment where the fire in his veins took hold. And, Amycus' actual threat to Lily did that. Without a second thought, he grabbed the vial from Alice's finger-tips, sending a second paralyzing spell Amycus' way, shutting him up just for a moment. "No," he shook his head, looking at Lily. "You're not the bad guy here, Lils." And so, he did it for her. He wished that the night hadn't come to this moment, but still, holding Amycus' mouth open, he quickly poured the liquid down his throat, then held his nose. It was do or die here, literally, and James couldn't even look Amycus Carrow in the eye.

ALICE wiped the saliva off her shoulder - it missed its intended mark - with extreme distaste. It wasn’t the first time she’d been spit on, and it wouldn’t be the last. His words however, elicited irritation. An unruly detainee was always so much more work. Before she could reply beyond acknowledging his slight, the vial was gone from her hands and James was shoving the liquid down Carrow’s throat. Panic filled her. “James! That’s enough!” Her voice was firm, demanding. This situation was getting out of hand. Let her conscious be stained, or Frank’s - they’d seen enough already. Conducting torture in this form was something she worried James wouldn’t fully recover from.

LILY watched the interaction carefully, though she nearly lurched away from James when he had the audacity to spit in her friends directions. She'd be all to happy to force the concoction down his throat without a hint of remorse, despite what he had to say about it. Her serum would not harm him in anyway, and him telling the truth would only make this more painless for him. So really it was a mercy. Though James was off before she could even react, she watched him knowing full well that he would think on this far more than she would have. Though she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit comforted knowing that no matter the distance that had filled between them as they both dealt with their grief differently, they would always stand up for one another.

AMYCUS was waiting for it - the moment James Potter snapped. A viscious smirk curled on his lips as he watched it happen. James grabbed the vile in a fit of rage, coming straight for him. And Amycus wasn't even going to fight him. It was four wanded wizards verse one incapacitated, defenseless wizard. His mouth was forced wide, but he would have swallowed it down easily - every last drop. He tried to lean into James' view but his mobility was limited... so he just let out a maniacal laugh. "Do you always fight her battles for her?" he asked, licking a trace of the serum off his lips. "First question's yours hero," he challenged, looking right at James.

JAMES didn't notice he was breathing heavily until Amycus was speaking again. He turned away to wipe the sweat from his brow (when had that happened?) and pulled his glasses off his nose for a moment. Suddenly, he felt ten years older. Taking a deep breath at Amycus' question, he didn't turn around when he asked, "Where would they most likely have taken Harry?" He supposed anything could be justified if he were only looking out for his son, but still, the guilt rode in his stomach, making him want to vomit.

AMYCUS tsked and shook his head back and forth. "Wrong question, Jimmy Jams." His range of movement was very limited and it was very fucking inconvenient. All he could gesture with was his facial features and he relied heavily on body language. "One of the manors. That's an easy one," he answered, voice dripping with boredom, and like the little shit he was, he feigned a yawn. "Next time ask me what you really want to know." Aaand he actually fucking winked before turning towards Lily. "Your turn, little Red. Any questions for the big bad wolf?"

LILY watched them, the frown that had settled unlikely to dissipate for the duration of this unsavory interaction. His flippant answers though did make her feel just a little bit angrier every time he opened his mouth. Without really even looking at him because her attention was fixed on Carrow, Lily took the bottle she'd earlier handed to Frank and walked over to him. Uncapping it she offered it to his face since his hands were immobilized. "Give me the names of the death eaters in Voldemort's inner circle." She said, forgoing any question relating directly to Harry's possible whereabouts, which he had no way of knowing anyway. The smart thing to do would be to extract as much information about the Death Eaters from him as possible enough so that it could sorted through and they could decided what would be useful, where or rather toward whom they could focus their efforts.

AMYCUS eyed the water bottoe warily, not trusting anything she gave him. The damn serum left a bitterness in his mouth he wasn't particularly fond of though so he gave in and opened his mouth. He only swallowed half of it before tilting his head back and spitting it upwards, creating a little fountain with his mouth. Water ran down his face, so when he looked straight ahead again, he shook his head, making the water droplets fly. Ge let out a sigh of relief, making an ahhh sound... like a fucking child. "Amycus Carrow," he stated, just to be facetious but the urge to spill more names was literally causing him physical pain. Fucking serum. He tried to hold it back but finally gave in. "Just kidding. I'm not in the inner circle so I know nothing," he teased, flashing a pained smile. "Jonas Travers," dick. "Rodolphus LeStrange." Asshole. He considered for a moment before adding, "Rabastan LeStrange." Guilty by association. Then, just for shits and giggles, he added, "-and Sebastian Wilkes. The right hand man."

FRANK could see that the young Death Eater was doing everything to rile them up. Either to get under the skin of those he once knew, distract them from the information he had, or the information he didn't - or all of the above. Still, Frank had to make himself stoic. Even though he wanted nothing more to throw a spell in Amycus face to wipe off the grin as he spat in his wife's face and teased the other two, he knew it would do them no good for all three of them to lose their head. Instead he handed the bottle to Lily, keeping his eyes on his wife, silently assessing her current state. The only thing that pulled his attention from Alice were the names that Amycus started to rattle off, burning them into his memory.

ALICE wasn’t the least bit surprised at the names revealed. Well, Sebastian Wilkes was a little bit of a shock. He always seemed...well, not the Death Eater sort. Still, she looked back, eyes meeting her husband, and gave a brief nod. They had become perfectly synchronized partners over the years, the movement as if to say, “we’ll look in to this later.” She turned back to the child in the chair, her eyes narrowed. “If you’re done playing with your own saliva, I’d prefer we moved on.” She wondered if the Death Eaters even missed his presence. They probably only stole Harry to send a message, but weren’t concerned with actually getting this nuisance back. “Care to add to that list?” She paused, meeting Frank’s eyes again for guidance. Their questions had to be specific, precise. She turned back as if she was satisfied with their quiet conversation. “Where do your meetings take place? I want the names of the specific locations and owners of the manors, if those are on the list.”

LILY stepped back when he only spit up the water instead of drinking it all. Dipping her head into her hand she had to massage the pulse at her temple. Drained and enraged all at once. She let Frank and Alice return to the forefront letting them do what they did best though she didn't let up her death glare in his direction.

AMYCUS was tired. Physically. Mentally. "No." The older witch was a snore, but that could work in his favor. Maybe she would bore him to sleep - or better yet, bore him to death! She was catching on though. Getting a little more specific with her question. He bit down on the inside of his cheeks to keep from blurting anything out too fast. "Knockturn Alley. Hogsmeade. Diagon Alley. Right under your nose," he said, but that didn't really answer her question, so he continued. "Carrow. Travers. LeStrange. Wilkes," he answered, pointing a bored look in her direction but there was a challenge in his eyes.

ALICE rolled her eyes. Of course he would twist that question, no matter how specific. His information was hardly that, and wasn’t helpful at all. “Do you think they’re on their way to help you?” She said in mock curiosity. “The Death Eaters, that is. They took Harry, but who’s to say they’ll bother getting you back? We’ve spent enough time with you to understand that you’re not exactly the useful type.” Her cruel words flowed freely, a finger tapping against her chin. She kept a few feet away, though. She liked this outfit enough to not want him to spit on her again.

LILY rolled her eyes as he regurgitated answers. "The serum is strong enough that he won't be able to talk his way in circles if you ask him direct questions. I say we start naming off the wizards we suspect. Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Evan Rosier, their all related aren't they?"

AMYCUS' brows came together to form a crease between his eyes. "Maybe that's what they want. The more time you spend interrogating me, the more quality bonding time your son gets with them." He shot a look James' way before cutting his eyes back to Alice. "You need my help or you wouldn't be here while he's there - wherever there is. I may not know where he is - because you kidnapped me before it happened - but I may be able to find him. Or I could if I was useful," he shrugged one shoulder, just barely, but enough to know he was regaining control of his body. His eyes darted to Lily but the only answer he got was an aggravated, "Yes." They were related, that's all she asked.

FRANK nodded in return to his partner, watching as she continued on to interview Amycus. At the sight of Lily, he finally made his way up to the chair where the Death Eater was tied up, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder as he passed her. He ended his walk just a couple steps behind his wife, listening as the two women discussed their questions, his eyes trained on the boy. "There's no need to dance around the questions - he's dispensable as a Death Eater already, especially now that he's revealed information." Going off of Alice and Lily's lead, he made another step forward to Amycus. "You clearly underestimate us and just how many people are searching for Harry. You're just one stop in the search." He looked down at him, crossing his arms across his chest and gripping tightly onto his wand. "Who do you report to?"

AMYCUS couldn't help but roll his eyes. Useless. Dispensable. They were trying to get a reaction from someone who couldn't feel anything - someone who was already dead inside. He knew his place in the Death Eaters. Knew he was only minimally useful. He liked it that way. "One very long, very useless stop," he baited them with another bored look. He looked from the wand to Frank's face, chuckling under his breath. "Lord Voldemort." Technically, they all reported to the Dark Lord... and Amycus didn't like to deal with anyone else unless he had to.

LILY was growing more impatient by the minute, this was supposed to be easy. He couldn't lie, yet the asshole was craftier than she'd have given him credit for skirting around the truth where ever there was room to. "He can't talk his way out of a yes or no question. So how about I ask a different way. Are Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, and Evan Rosier death eaters?"

AMYCUS’ bored look was gone as he fixed her with a hard stare. One of those three names was a person he almost considered a friend. A murderous friend that would kill him for outing him... but what choice did he have? The witch was good, and that serum of hers was a bitch like it's maker. He worked his jaw, starring her right in the eye as he replied with a quick, "Yes." Then, because the stunning spell was wearing off, he made a sudden move. It was a small little jump, but it made a loud noise as the legs of the chair scratched the floor. "Anything else, or are we done here?"

JAMES wished there was more he could think of, but since his first question he'd felt the ache in her stomach beginning. There was a kind-of heartbreak at the thought of this interrogation not getting them anything. And, to James, although they got names, did they really get anything at all? Amycus was right, he realized. They'd risked it all for nothing. With a sigh of his shoulders, James shook his head at the horrible reality of this situation. "An eye for an eye," he said, softly, scanning Lily's face before turning on his heel. A quick look at Amycus and James left the room, but he couldn't stop the fury in his veins and the hot tears in the corners of his eye.

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