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——— “You look ridiculous,” Emma says as she sinks down beside him, arranging her robes with an absent flick of her wrist. There’s plenty of room on Charles’ bench on the account of their fellow housemates pointedly refusing to sit near him even if it makes them cramped. “You’re turning yourself into a social pariah.”
“The game started half an hour ago,” Charles says without looking up. His Transfiguration textbook is propped open in his lap, incongruous with the rest of the screaming crowd holding banners and waving snake-shaped windsocks.
“I had to do my hair,” Emma says unconcernedly. “Really, Charles, you don’t even like Quidditch.”
Charles has to wait to respond on the account of Slytherin scoring another goal: around them, their housemates go wild, screaming and cheering as the Chasers do a quick victory loop overhead. “It’s not so bad. Just because my family doesn’t own a team—”
“Two teams, actually,” Emma says with a smirk, “Father bought the Harpies just before last season, remember?”
“Hey Charles!” A blur of crimson heralds Erik’s arrival, and the Slytherin section boos loudly as he comes to a stop hovering overhead. “Oh shut it, you cowardly pit of—”
“Don’t harass the fans, darling,” Charles calls up to him. “You don’t want to get kicked out of the game.”
Erik grins. It’s all teeth. “Anyway, watch this!”
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Geto Suguru as the Fallen Angel after Alexandre Cabanel (1847)
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Okay but imagine Yuuri retires from professional figure skating at 27, and he decides to go back to college to become a teacher.
So this boy walks into class sporting the just-rolled-out-of-bed look with the sex hair and the big comfy sweater and the starbucks cup in one hand.
And you know, he’s enjoying his life, he makes friends in his program and on the weekends he helps his husband teach cute little kids how to skate and they have this cozy little house together in a nice neighbourhood. He probably has girls and guys falling for him left and right.
And then one day, Yuuri’s out with his friends, and they’re at a cafe or something.
And a group of girls comes up to them, and they’re all blushing and nudging each other saying “You talk first!”.
So Yuuri just turns this absolutely blinding smile on them and asks, “Autographs?”
The girls squeak, and nod furiously.
“Sure!” he says, reaching out for the notebooks they’re holding out for him to sign.
And about ten minutes later, after several selfies and autographs and a lot of gushing and squealing and “Please let Viktor know we’re looking forward to Yuratchka’s upcoming season,” the girls leave.
So Yuuri turns back to his friends, and they’re all just staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
Yuuri kinda wonders if there’s something on his face.
The first thing that comes out of anyone’s mouths is, “…who’s Viktor?”
And Yuuri’s kinda confused as he replies, “….my husband?”
“YOU’RE MARRIED!?!?!?!?” his friends all shriek.
Yuuri looks down at his hand to make sure his ring is still there. “Yeah?” he says, holding his hand up.
“I thought that was just a fashion statement!” one of the girls exclaims.
“Why did they want your autograph though?” asks another of his friends, and Yuuri just looks away sheepishly.
“I’m…uh….a retired pro figure skater?” he asks, his voice going higher with embarrassment. “And I…uh…got 2 golds in the Grand Prix…and 2 golds in Worlds….and maybe a silver in Pyeongchang?”
His voice gets progressively quieter as his face gets even redder.
His friends are staring at him in horror and shocked disbelief now.
And he thinks he might as well get it all out now.
“And…my husband might be the most decorated athlete in figure skating history?”
someone on twt posted abt hawks being chased by stray cats who like his wings and at some point dabi joins in
After rereading “Dancing in the rain”, it hit me that I haven’t posted this sketch on tumblr omg, the sketch that started it all. Rereading this fic after experiencing annoying stuff and stressing out too many time gives me such happy feeling ahhh~ *pets pan and casey*<3333
ok i drew both of them now
I'm back in my Marvel phase
*SLIDES OUT FROM UNDER YOUR BED* Tell me more about "the night circus" cherik AU daddy!! *sparkles*
ahhh!! *bundles you up* I don’t know!! I only have vague thoughts about it. things like:
charles and raven’s first night at magneto’s traveling circus and experiencing the joy of being carefree and truly happy for one of the first times in their lives
charles’s heartbreak after that first night when raven decides to stay and won’t come back home with him
the next few years afterwards with charles learning how to be alone again, trying to be the son his mother wants, dreaming about the circus every night like clockwork
dreaming about the mysterious magneto, who had welcomed them to the circus that first night and who had been so enchanting charles had nearly forgotten about all the rest of the circus
sharon marrying kurt, which is when charles starts actively searching for the night circus again, giving up all hope of ever being happy at the mansion
maybe charles eventually gives up hope of ever finding the circus?? maybe it was only for teens and adolescents and it won’t ever appear to him again??
erik bringing the circus to him after charles has given up hope
REUNIONS
HAPPY ENDING
@thea-polis??