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Weasley. A brawl was no fun one sided. Granted Hunter had only been in a few and bore a few scars, a nice sized one graced right above his hip from beating the shit out of a poacher who got ahold of a hippogriff. He would never hit someone who couldn’t fight back. No— this was different...

Weasley. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd hit him in the chest, smack his face, punch him in the jaw. Hunter was crossing every single boundary she had ever made with him-- nothing in public where prying eyes could see, not falling for her when he had done so fucking months ago. He...

Weasley. Sissy. Hunter Weasley was a lot of things; devilishly good looking, quick as a whip, the list went on. Sissy was not on that list. He rolled his eyes as the twins went off to find their dates, honestly he was more surprised that there was women that could handle the two of them. It's...

Weasley. What had happened? Just that morning everything felt fine. No, no. She had been crying and he was an idiot for not inquiring. Hunter felt his soul crushing with each word Dru spoke, his entire being crumbling. Every time someone yelled at him it was always something about him, about...

Weasley. Had Dru been crying? Besides the beautiful curls she had been working on it was the first thing he had noticed when the door flung open. The tell tale signs were on her face; splotches near her eyes, reddened nose, puffy eyes... it made the smile on his face fall. Why was she upset...

Zane. Acting was Zane's niche. Or, at least it had been. Singing was more King's talent, the man had a voice that made every woman fall for him. So when Somin suggested scrapping the scene altogether and doing both a song, and a dance he laughed and thought it was a joke. Only, she was...

Weasley. "Hey now, I'm the manliest man you'll ever meet." What'd she mean Jade didn't like men? Clearly she was his new best friend. He watched her with a playful smirk on her face as she took in his attire. Was she jealous? He'd have to get her a pair, they could go to breakfast and match...

Weasley. As soon as the door opened he wanted to poke fun at the language, however he bit his tongue at the puffy eyes, the obvious signs of crying. Had something happened last night after he went to his room? They had a lovely time with his parents, or at least he thought they had. His throat...

Zane. His dark eyes looked down at the warm hands that held his and he couldn't help the thumbs that caressed her, his hands turning and holding on tight to her. He had been feeling like he was freefalling this entire week, that he'd land on the ground and burst when he came clean, but she was...

Weasley. They had gotten home after the sun had set. Everyone else seemed to have tucked in for the night and it allowed him to sincerely bid her a goodnight; something that Larkyn should of stayed up to do, to make sure she got home safe and sound. Hunter hugged pulled her to him by the small...

Weasley. Dinner. Of course it was dinner time. It wasn't like he was just about to make the biggest move, biggest fucking risk of his whole entire life. The man chased DRAGONS for a living and love was far more intimidating for him, so much so that it took the two of them being alone in his old...

Zane. "Just, enjoy your night out everyone. We'll catch up later." There was no focusing on Tae, or anyone else for that matter. All Zane could see in his head was that look on Somin's face at the sight of his bags. He'd fucked up, he'd fucked up bad and it was time to pay the piper. He had...

Weasley. "I'd rather my tacky Gryffindor décor over Slytherin green and silver. How boring. Though you do look good in them, so I guess I can't complain too much." For the first time all day Hunter felt good enough to tease her, even go so far as to shoot her a cocky grin. His emerald green...

Weasley. He wished his mother could behave wonderful despite their awkward reunion. A heavy sigh of relief passed his lips as his mother retreated into the kitchen, and for a moment he thought they'd get a break to breath. Up until Dru mentioned breakfast. "Oh-ho, aren't you cute." The red...

Zane. Love. Even a week later the word echoed throughout his entire being. Yeah Zane had said it first but, he had never expected Somin to return those feelings. All those years as casual acquaintances and watching King treat her poorly, those months they spent as just friends, he had never...

Zane. Honestly he should've known that Somin could see straight through his façade. He tried to argue against leaving the group, not wanting to deal with an interrogation or having to come up with a lie, but that gorgeous skunk-haired woman wasn't giving him much of a choice. He cracked a...

Weasley. As soon as his eyes landed on Dru all the nerves and doubts about the visit with his parents faded. Fancy clothes, hair, accessories didn't ever impress him. While Hunter could easily afford things like that now (dragon capture paid rather handsomely), he always remembered his humble...

Zane. Zane couldn't help but smirk to himself at Somin's comment. Usually women didn't say stuff like that to him, this wasn't any woman though. This was Somin, this was his woman. He found it endearing, maybe he liked the verbal abuse? The thought made him chuckle. No, he was just fucking...

Weasley. Hunter had wanted to follow Dru. Hell, it still bothered him that he didn't. He was sure he wasn't reading too much into this. That moment, the way they looked at each other, the amazing times they had been having-- Dru felt that too. He could see it when he looked into her eyes. She...

Husk. This was positively the worst gig of his life. He still remembered all those years ago when he was an Overlord, swimming in souls, winning the jackpot left and right. One bad hand turned into multiple, and before he knew it he was selling his soul to Lucien. Hence why he was here. "Oh...