It’s her birthday… and everybody forgot. What better way to erase the memory than going to the grandest bash hosted by the multi-dimensional party host, Jackson Wang…
HP:
Ambivalent -lucius malfoy x reader-
There should be absolutely no reason why he wants to see her again. Yet he can’t help but hate how his heart feels when he sees the gold and black scarf of hers.
Caught -a hp!kacchako fanfic-
✧7th year gryffindor and slytherin quidditch players, Katsuki and Ochako are frustrated about an upcoming game. With a storage room available, anything can happen as long as they don’t get caught.✧
relationship: jungkook x y/n
tags: not proofread or planned at all. Jackson makes an appearance and that's really what his character is.
word count: 1.9k
warning: i don't know how to write. relatively possessive jungkook. this gets angsty at one point??
Summary: It's her birthday... and everybody forgot. What better way to erase the memory than going to the grandest bash hosted by the multi-dimensional party host, Jackson Wang...
It wasn't planned. Y/N hadn't thought of being in the middle of the floor in a skimpy outfit consisting of a tube top and a mini skirt. If her mother could see her, she would deemed the skirt more appropriately as a belt.
But it was her birthday goddammit and she was going to enjoy it! Her friends had ditched her for very necessary reasons but it still hurt when she opened her text messages to a short birthday message entailing of just three measly letters from the guy she was seeing.
And fine, maybe she could've worn a more modest outfit but while tapping through the parties on the snapchat map, she noticed a big glowing circle. Jackson Wang, super senior and grandmaster of parties, was hosting a bash tonight. In a crazy turns of events, it was also his birthday and she decided that she didn't have to wallow in her dorm tonight. She was going to dance, she was going to drink, and most importantly, she was going to be happy.
Y/N was dancing on some frat boy when she saw him. The ever so popular Jackson. He was on a platform behind the DJ with a couple of people jumping. His hair was dark and slicked back and suddenly she understood why all the girls would come back on campus after a party gossiping of who hooked up with him... he was attractive. He was surrounded by a bunch of girls and some guys, as they all tried adjusting the sash and crown on his head.
Jackson grinned at her and motioned to her to join him. She looked around and pointed at herself to confirm that it was she he wanted up there. He nodded quickly and Y/N excused herself from the guy behind her. She tried walking confidently but she was a nervous wreck. Was there some birthday fairy that was granting this to make up for the lack of celebration today?
She reached the platform and he leaned down to grab her hand, pulling her up. Jackson's grin was dorky in a way that seemed puppyish probably due to the alcohol running in his system.
"You're hot." He whispered in her ear as she leaned in. She could smell the tequila on his breath as he held her in.
This was definitely not the plan tonight. She was hoping JK, the mysterious guy she was seeing, would've planned something for her birthday. It was the first one she ever spent away from her family and friends and she thought he was compassionate enough to do something since they've been in this close relationship since the end of October.
It had felt that he was listening to her whenever she mused about what she wanted to do for her party as they laid in bed while she played with his hair but yet those three letters broke whatever facade she was trying to believe. She was just another girl to him, meanwhile Jackson had his hands wrapped around her waist pulling her towards him.
"Happy Birthday Jackson!" She exclaimed loud enough that he could hear it over the music. He smiled. "It's my birthday too so it must be fate."
"Glad we both can celebrate..."
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The closer the clock got to midnight, the more intense the party got. Y/N did not separate from Jackson one second. They kept dancing and taking shots all night.
By her 7th shot, Y/N knew of two fundamental truths. One: she was out of her mind drunk. Two: Jackson as much as he was hot and nice was not JK. She still wanted to be with him on her birthday and was devastated that he hadn't reach her once since their curt messages nearly the night before.
She kept dancing though as the night was relatively young. As she moved, she saw familiar faces. She waved at Hoseok and Jimin, some of JK's friends, who were losing themselves in the music. Noticed Hanna, one of her psych 101 classmates, talking to Namjoon, who was JK's RA. Everybody she saw were associated to him. To stupid HIM!
She really was trying to forget him. She placed both of her hands on Jackson's shoulders and started moving closer to him. She wanted to forget. Y/N needed to forget. She could feel his hand roaming down her back, sending a slight shiver, when she heard it.
"Ahem."
Her eyes closed rapidly. So much for forgetting. She turned around slowly, looking at the ground. The first thing Y/N noticed is that he wore his favorite pair of combat boots. His favorite to wear when he needed to ride his motorcycle. Fuck.
"Y/N... let's go." Jungkook grimaced as he stared at her. His eye swept over her outfit and took off his jacket. "Put this on."
She was confused. He was standing a couple of inches taller than Jackson, due to his boots. His tatted arm grabbed Jackson's and patted him in a dude bro hug unfamiliar to her.
"Happy birthday Wang." JK spoke, as she put the over sized leather jacket over her outfit.
Jackson cackled loudly and suddenly the pieces were falling into place. They knew of each other. In the five months that she knew Jungkook, he never brought up anyone other than his close friends, a group of boys he met throughout high school and undergrad. Never Jackson. Y/N knew this was one of those moments she'll look back when she's in her 80s and think "Why was I there?"
JK grabbed her hand and slightly pulled her away from Jackson. "I'm taking her with me."
"Is this who you were talking about the other day?" Jackson hinted. Did he really talked about her to other people? Were they unofficially official? Well maybe not anymore. From the way he was grabbing her hand and the unreadable expression on her face, Y/N knew she had royally fucked up. She was having her birthday cake and eating it too.
He nodded. Jackson smiled happily and gave a quick hug to her. This was so rushed. She was just dancing with Jackson not too long ago and now she was outside the house, the music still raving, as she stared at Jungkook's stern face.
His brows were furrowed as he ran his hand through his dark hair, a pattern forming, almost as if had done this all night. He didn't feel angry. His stance felt more like he was calculating or thinking of what to say. They stood like that for a couple of minutes, his jacket reaching down to her thighs as he paced the area in front of his bike. Eventually he froze and just turned to her.
"Why don't you look at your phone?" He grumbled as he sat on the side of his bike. "This could've been prevented if you just paid attention to it." He stared at her as she pulled out her phone. She had left it on silent as soon as she left the house because truly what was the point? Only time she pulled it out was to snap a quick pic of Jackson and her for Snapchat.
Her phone's lock screen was filled with missing calls and messages. Her friends! She scrolled until she saw his name and tapped the screen to reveal Jungkook's messages. Shit.
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She kicked the balloons on the floor as she followed Jungkook inside his apartment. Streamers crossed each other, nearly creating a mirage of her favorite view, the sunset. There was cups on the coffee table, counters, even on top of his entertainment system. And on the very back of the living room, behind where Jungkook's hand-down couch sat, was a hand made birthday banner.
Happy Birthday Y/N!
We Love You!
This was her birthday party. She missed her own party. Her stomach flipped as she recounted all of her friends' excuses for not being in town. She thought Agustina's cousin's dog's quinceañera was a bit absurd, but Gerald had said he had to visit his dying goldfish and he even cried!
Her body turned to look at Jungkook leaning against the counter. He practically sped home, with her clutching on to him the entire ride, feeling uncomfortable, and now more than ever she didn't want to be near him.
"You know," he started, "I've never thrown a surprise party before. Usually my hyungs just pick me up and take me to the bar and everybody is there."
He moved and defeatedly sat on his couch. "And you've been rambling about never having one of your own and I thought how hard could it be? You like this girl- hell maybe even love her, so you go and try to gather all her friends. You realize 'Damn you don't even know all of her friends' so you get the ones you've met on campus and see if they can spread the word."
She stared at him as he rambled instead about this party. Every word digging deeper in heart. JK was a quiet guy in public, liking to keep to himself, but she has seen this version of him maybe once or twice. Usually if he overly drank, he would come over to her place gushing about how cute she was or wanting to be little spoon all night. This time though, he was coherent and this wasn't his usual incessant talking.
"Spent all night and day cleaning my apartment to make it decent for your friends, picked up so much snacks and alcohol, they might have nearly taken my picture for Shopper of the Month at the 1-800 Drinks R Us. Drove to find the specific vanilla and eggfruit cake you like. All for you to not even show up, Y/N." He finished.
What could she possibly respond with; he wasn't wrong. He did so much for her birthday and it was in her own idiocracy that she didn't realize...but also how was she supposed to know from 3 letters. Nothing indicated that he was planning all of this!
"Jungkook, I appreciate all that you did but how was I suppose to know? You never really indicated that you were throwing a party at all! If anything-" she exasperated, "it felt like you didn't care at all."
"But I do care! I just want to be nonchalant and not have you find out!"
"And you think only sending "hbd" was the best way possible?"
"oh..."
"Exactly Jeon, oh."
He crossed his arms. He genuinely huffed as he contemplated what he did. She knew she was wrong. She knew he knew that he was wrong as well. He sighed. He sat up straighter and opened his arms. "I'm sorry."
Y/N thought about it. Before long, she sat on his lap as he buried his face into her shoulder. He felt like home and she waited for him to say something, his body relaxed, taking her in.
"I should've said more. I wanted to make it super surprising and I supposed I messed that part up." He mumbled into her. Jungkook lifted his face, his big doe eyes staring at her, frustration and disappointment swimming through them.
Leaning into his body, she brought her hands to his face. "I'm sorry, too. I should've checked my phone. Although Jeon Jungkook, do not ever plan a surprise birthday party like this every again."
There should be absolutely no reason why he wants to see her again. Yet he can't help but hate how his heart feels when he sees the gold and black scarf of hers.
a/n: this is written for my bestie and her obsession with Lucius and his hair. <3 This was very much not edited btw
word count: 984
Part 1 | Part 2
The Great Hall whispered as Sirius Black sat with the other Gryffindors on the first night of Y/N's fifth year. The Slytherin table sat quiet, but the most silent of all were the Black Sisters. They watched as their younger cousin was man-handled by the boisterous James Potter after the Sorting Hat made it's announcement.
Lucius Malfoy, Head Boy of Slytherin, muttered. "So much for a Black."
"Lucius… the hat probably made a mistake." Narcissa spoke, her cap sitting firmly on her head as she followed the movement of the other first-years. One by one, the tables filled with new students. A young scrawny kid with a mopey head of dark hair sat next to Lucius who was introduced as Severus Snape. They all greeted him but the notion of Sirius being a Gryffindor was still wondering through the air.
Lucius kept talking about the disgrace the young Black had committed to Slytherin house, loud enough for Sirius to hear from the other side of the Great Hall.
This caught the attention of the Hufflepuff Head Girl, Y/N, as she shared with her fellow housemates. She couldn't stand Lucius. Him with his obnoxious ideas of purity, his sleek blonde hair that she claims can't be natural, and his grand ego when Professor Slughorn named him Head Boy at the beginning of the year; he was just a horrible representation of the Head Student position and was glad Timothy Krugle was a great Hufflepuff Head Boy so she can ignore Lucius at the monthly meetings with the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
"The Malfoys and Blacks have always been Slytherins. I wonder what your uncle is going to say about his ELDEST SON being a sorry excuse of a pure-blood." Lucius stated, aiming his goblet towards Narcissa.
Y/N's stomach churned. The ideology of pure-bloods was rising in the whispered corridors of Hogwarts. Lucius was truly keen on keeping any muggle-born student isolated from Slytherin.
Y/N herself was not a pure-blood, although her maternal family was generations long while her father nearly had a stroke when he found out his wife and daughter could do magic. He was fine afterwards when he realized all the interesting things that happen in the Wizarding World.
She was happy with the life she was raised, getting a gist of the modern London with the music scene and fashion with her father while also enjoying the pleasures of having Butterbeers and Cauldron Cakes with her mother. It also made Muggle Studies a rather easy course.
Dumbledore had already introduced the staff for that year and gave his major announcements before allowing the feast to commence. A couple of first years moved closer to Y/N to ask questions pertaining schedules and areas prohibited when a small voice rang out.
"Is it bad to not be a pure-blood?" A first-year, newly-christened Hufflepuff asked Y/N. Of course, this small child probably over heard the Slytherin table and the Bloody Baron bullying the poor Gryffindor still.
"There's nothing wrong with any of that. Some people think they're just better because of where their family came from, but a true measurement of that is how you use your time at Hogwarts." Y/N said to the student. "Anyhow, you're in one of the best house Hogwarts has to offer."
"There are only 4 houses, y/n!" Jane Livingstone exclaimed. The first years giggled and went back to their excited chatter.
Y/N sighed. She wanted to make sure her 5th year was memorable but not like this. She stared at the Slytherins, her eyes landing on the blonde Head Boy. He was chuckling about something Bellatrix had said, a cruel joke about muggles, when his eyes landed on her. They stared at each other for merely a second before he scrunched up his nose in disgust and returned back to his conversation as the rest of the Great Hall dined.
This was going to be a year.
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Professor Slughorn is known to have favourites. Anyone who bet on that would win the Daily Prophet Galleon Grand Prize Draw and more, not having the need to use a bottle of Felix Felicis. All four houses knew that Slughorn always preferred Slytherins to join his little club, but sometimes certain students from the remaining houses would tend to slip in.
Which is why Y/N was surprised when one morning after Potions lesson two months into the school year, Professor Slughorn appeared in front of her with a small piece of parchment.
"An invitation dear Miss L/N! You have been excelling quite excellently in my course so far and you must mingle with other students of your calibre." He complimented, his hand clapping over hers, slipping in the parchment.
She was shocked he even asked her to join his Slug Club per say. He kept on talking to her as she saw the official invite and other notable members, including a name a certain blonde's.
"Malfoy is in the club?" She asked. Horace Slughorn's club could open doors into her future with all the connections he has gathered over his time at Hogwarts. There was memorable ministers who travel to visit the old Potions professor, so not joining because Lucius happens to be in it would be absurd.
"Well of course, deary! I have yet to meet a student other than yourself so skilled with potions and it doesn't hurt to have a Malfoy in it either." He jested. "You must come to the next meeting! It will be very soon, this Sunday at 7! Remember, invites only."
What's the worst that could happen if she attended? There is no true hatred as they were not in each other's circle and Slughorn would be supervising the 8 of them.
She nodded quickly, putting her potion tools, books, and the folded parchment in her bag. "Thank you Professor for the opportunity."
✧7th year gryffindor and slytherin quidditch players, Katsuki and Ochako are frustrated about an upcoming game. With a storage room available, anything can happen as long as they don't get caught.✧
word count: 1.58k
warning: nsfw
Tuesday evenings were quiet nights at Hogwarts. Students spent their nights in their common rooms and or studying at the libraries on evenings like this. Nights when the sun goes in a little earlier and Professor Drake assigns ten-page essays about the importance of Mandrake roots in daily life.
These were nights when a certain gryffindor knew she would not get caught. Curfew was not until 10 p.m. and with 40 minutes left of the sun, she grabbed her Nimbus 2000 (a relic given to her by her father) and stepped outside of the Gryffindor common room.
“Late-night practice?” The Fat Lady asked as she closed the wall. The brunette nodded and skipped down the stairs of the Gryffindor Tower until reaching the bridge that connected to the Astronomy Tower courtyard. Just a couple steps to the left and she would reach the Quidditch Storage room.
He was standing there, leaning against the doorframe in his green quidditch uniform smirking at her. He was taller than her when she reached up to him to give him a chaste peck on his cheek.
“Cheeks, keep that for the storage room.” The blonde spoke to her, grabbing her empty hand and using his other hand to unlock the door of the room.
No one uses the Quidditch storage room late at night. And for the two most promising players on their teams, they could easily access this place. It truly was a burden that they couldn’t meet in their rooms or common places without having the eyes of the school on them.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin feud always restarted every couple of years and this time it was no different. No matter how many secret letters and intense stares from the Great Hall, Ochako and Katsuki knew that they could not be seen in public.
Especially when the Inter-House Quidditch Cup final was this following weekend. A special match to settle the tie between Slytherin and Gryffindor. So even if they wanted to showcase their relationship (which they don’t, they’re very private people) it would not look good. Not at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Gossip.
He grabbed her from the waist pulling her warmth into him. She giggled, “Eager, are we?” Katsuki grunted in response and started with a kiss on her jaw, holding tightly to her hips as she tilted her head up to give him more space. His lips peppered her neck as he sucked on little sections that guaranteed a response from the brunette.
“You better be prepared for Saturday,”-He spoke into her skin, “-Practice was rough today.” He gave her a little bite before moving to the other side of her neck. Ochako ran her hands through his hair and allowed his knee to divide her legs as he pushed her against the wall.
“Letting out your practice frustration-” she moaned, “on me?” He only responded by planting kisses up her neck until he reached her ear. Katuski nibbled on her ear lobe, reacting her to let loose and let out a small laugh.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
“Of course, it's a yes. They kept throwing the fucking quaffle at me and all I wanted to do was grab these.” Katsuki said as he cupped her chest over her uniform. She let out another heavenly noise as he squeezed harder, moving them to receive her elicit response.
The slytherin chaser smirked moving Ochako’s face and letting his hungry lips on her. She kissed back and let her hands move from his hair to hold his face as her legs were practically wrapped around his waist. She moved her body with the kiss and could feel his grunts as the room got hotter.
“You drive me insane. Wearing this stupid jumper when you knew exactly what you came here to do. You didn’t have practice today.” He hissed as he let go of her to remove her uniform. It was thick and wooly and it frustrated him that he couldn’t ravage her body, especially after this awful practice.
And truly that’s how they got into this predicament, to begin with, to let out their frustration on each other.
“I’m scared of the off chance of getting caught. It would look very bad, especially for being a Head Girl.” She remarked as she helped him remove her burgundy and gold sweater. Once over her head, he dropped it to the ground to stare at her bare arms while she adorned a simple tank top.
“Your stupid jumper but no bra? How scandalous of a Head Girl.” He grinned as he pulled down the tank top to reveal her tits to him. Every time without a doubt, he would just stare before he would do anything, but this time holding her up with just his legs, removed his jumper and shirt to reveal his chest. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into another kiss, feeling her bare chest against his. The feeling of her perked nipples on his own body made his dick twitch against her.
“Shut up.” She retorted, holding onto his biceps. He flexed to show off and she laughed.
“I’ll gladly shut up. Come here.” He pushed her up so he was now aligned with her tits and grabbed one with his mouth, the pleasure rolling through her body and out her mouth.
“Good lo-” He twirled his tongue around her mounds as he pushed his clothed bulge against her core. Against the wall, she held onto his head as he sucked on her, his crimson eyes staring up at her, making her brain fuzzy. There was a weakness when he would stare at her submissively even if she never deemed him so. He moaned against her skin and lifted himself to move to the other one. She scratched his head as he played with her, letting himself lose all the frustration he held from the practice earlier. He loved his girlfriend respectfully, but at this moment, he was so grateful he could get lost finding every inch of her body to cover with his lips.
He finally let go with a little pop as her chest felt sore from all the hickeys Katsuki had left on her bare tits. She tapped his shoulder to let her down. He kindly did so, her tank top sitting on her waist and his pants tenting around his crotch.
“C’mere.” She spoke seductively, as she flipped him to be against the wall, and started unbuckling his belt as she gave his chest little kisses everywhere. Letting loose of his pants, she pushed them down with his briefs to expose his dick. She smiled as she kissed down eventually kneeling in front of him. She grabbed ahold of his member and planted a chaste kiss on the tip. He sucked in his breath as the presence’s of her plump lips made him react. It has been a while since he’s been on the receiving end and having her a eye level with his dick was a new image he didn’t think he needed. She licked his tip, her tongue going deeper down his cock.
“O-ochako.” He hissed, biting down on his lips, as he felt her mouth enclosing around him. Her left hand moved as she sucked his dick, not being able to fully take him. He pushed against her mouth, grabbing onto her brunette hair, keeping her in place. She moaned on him as she went to fondle him, making his grasp on her head tighter.
“This is so fucking hot, Ochako.” He breathed. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Taking the compliment, she went faster with her hand, hoping to make him cum. He thrust once more, making her gag, her eyes watering. He looked down worried, but she just nodded her head at him as she kept going. He was so close, he could feel it. This was about to have him happily get hit with a bludger during practice again when he heard it.
click.
Ochako immediately jumped up, fixing her shirt to sit correctly on her chest as she pushed Katsuki deeper into the storage room so he could fix himself without being caught. The handle jiggled until it finally opened to reveal the 7th-year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jirou. They were giggling and laughing as they stepped into the room when they saw the flustered Gryffindor Head Girl and Chaser, with her hair unruly and her neck covered in bruises.
“Hey Ocha, did we interrupt something?” Denki laughed as Kyoka realized what had happened. Ochako’s face turned a shade of pink so dark that it would make the former Professor Umbridge jealous.
“I- uh- of course not.” She spoke, trying to fix her hair.
“I don’t know Ocha, if you’re trying to learn some self-pleasuring spells, I’m pretty sure there’s some in the restricted are-”
“Get.Out.Of.Here.” Katsuki’s voice rang as he stepped out from one of the shelves, clothed enough, his eyes glaring daggers at the other blonde in the room.
“C’mon Denki, we can find another room. We’re not competing against each other next Saturday anyways.” She said as she dragged the Hufflepuff out of the storage room.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin stared at each other once the door closed. He noticed the amount of hickeys he left on poor Ochako’s neck and and how plump her lips looked. She noticed how tinted Katsuki’s cheeks were and how out of breath he seemed to be.
