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Cherik Regency AU - Undisclosed Desires

Here we have part of the first chapter of Undisclosed Desires. Why just part of it? This is a little gift for @bambimarri who is celebrating her birthday today. Happy birthday my lovely friend!!! I had hoped to have the entire chapter done for you (and I got so damned close!) but, alas, life got in the way.

If anyone out there would rather wait to read the first chapter in its entirety, I completely understand.

If, on the other hand, you pine as desperately as I do for Regency Cherik, then consider this a sneak preview of more to come!

I give you Mr. Lehnsherr and Lord Xavier, at a ball.



The first thing he noted about Lord Xavier was his eyes.

Erik hardly considered himself a romantic and was certainly not prone to noticing the eye colour of anyone he met. However, Xavier’s were a difficult thing to miss. Even across the crowded ballroom, they shone impossibly blue. He suddenly, fully, understood that these were the sort of eyes that might cause poets to pen preposterous phrases using words such as “azure” or “cerulean.” They shone all the brighter as it was clear Xavier was in decidedly good spirits.

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Back to School (Part 1)

Lin x reader

Summary: Lin teaches English and reader teaches PE. They become friends and start developing feeling for each other. Part one of what I hope will be an adorable fic of fluffiness. 

Warnings: One swear word?

Words: 1167

It was your second day of teaching and you were tired already. You had just had a lesson with a class of smart-asses who thought they were being clever and decided that just because it was a PE class, they didn’t have to listen to you. Fortunately, you had a free period - a lot of time to relax. You found yourself in the school gym, fooling around with your basketball. You loved the sport since you were a teenager and didn’t want to lose your skills. As you were throwing a three pointer, you heard someone clear their throat. It took you by surprise and the ball hit the backboard as you spun around.

In the doorway stood a man in a grey sweater, looking quite embarrassed.

“Hi, I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda. Ummm… I was just looking around, I’m new and I guess I wanted to get the feel of the school. Sorry for interrupting.” You smiled at him.

“No worries. I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m new too. What do you teach?” He rubbed his neck tiredly.

“English. I’m already exhausted, earlier today I had lessons with the most uncultured students I have ever seen. It looks like I’ll have a lot of work this year…” He chuckled and you smiled understandingly. “And what do you teach?”

“P.E.” He looked around and laughed.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

“I understand what you mean about the students. Were you by any chance talking about class 7B?” His eyes lit up.

“That’s the one!” You nodded.

“I just had them.” You grabbed the ball from the floor and passed it to him. He caught it and looked at you questioningly. “You any good?” He laughed and shook his head.

“Me? I was always shitty at sports. I mean, I go to the gym sometimes-“ You raised your eyebrows amused and he smirked, “I did say only sometimes. And I try to run regularly. But I’m not good at throwing a ball and all that jazz.”

“Show me.” He rolled his eyes but raised his arms and gave a half-hearted throw. The ball hit the rim and fell back to you. He shot you a look that said I told you so

“I know that look on your face, I have it every time I hear a lousy speech. Go ahead, tell me what I did wrong.” You laughed and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I will, but maybe next time. I don’t want to start a friendship by criticising everything starting from the way you stand.”

“Friendship?” He asked smirking.

“Come by next week and I’ll show you how to play ball.” You replied shooing him away. “Now go do your exploring.”

From Lin

Just had a discussion with Emily on whether Shakespeare was Shakespeare. Your stance on the subject?

It had been two months since the beginning of school and you were happy. You and Lin had quickly bonded over your mutual love of theatre and literature and often texted each other when one of you had a new idea for class or a subject they wanted to discuss. Every Wednesday the two of you played basketball and though Lin still wasn’t that brilliant at it, you both had fun.

You smiled at the message and quickly texted back.

To: Lin

Shakespeare was Shakespeare (if you’re talking about the identity of the playwright, cause his name was probably Shakspear or smth like that. Tho you probably know that sorry). He wasn’t a woman, wasn’t Marlowe, wasn’t anyone else. SHAKESPEARE WAS SHAKESPEARE!

From: Lin

Thank God you think so.

To: Lin

Shouldn’t you be teaching right now?

Lin smiled as he saw your text. He replied.

To: Freaky Sporty Girl

Gave the kiddos an assignment. I think I’m finally getting through to class 7B!

From: Freaky Sporty Girl

Remember: be gentle, don’t bang their heads together and tell them the joke about the elephant and the pinecone.

“Who are you texting Mr?” Asked a girl in the front row. Lin smiled at her.

“Just a friend. Have you finished already Kate?” Heads started looking up at him.

“Is it Ms (Y/L/N) sir?” Asked Alex, one of the boys from the back. Lin looked at him perplexed.

“Why would you think so?” The kids started to giggle.

“No cause she’s very pretty isn’t she sir?” Someone shouted.

“We always see you together.” Kate explained. “You two look cute.” Lin stared at them open mouthed.

“Get back to work.” He finally said, not knowing what else to do about the situation.

The kids slowly one by one gave back their assignments and Lin glared at them.

“Now, please know that me and (Y/N), Ms (Y/L/N) are not dating.”

“You should be!” Yelled Alex and Lin sighed.

“We’re not-“ His shoulders slumped. There would be no way of getting through, besides what’s the harm of them having their little joke? On the topic of jokes… “Do you know the joke about the elephant and the pinecone?”

It turned out the kids from 7B were right, you were pretty. Not that Lin didn’t notice earlier, but as the weeks past he begun to be more and more aware of the fact. He grew to find the sweatpants you wore at school adorable and the whistle that constantly lay at your chest pulled at his gaze, except it wasn’t the whistle he was staring at. He did all he could not to make the situation uncomfortable. It was just his luck to have grown a crush on the hot PE teacher, really, why did he ever think going back to school was a good idea?

You were extremely cute, kind and intelligent - everything he ever wanted in a woman. The two of you had formed a close bond and Lin was scared of losing that. Every your text made him smile affectionately, every time you called him a nerd or pulled him into a goodbye or hello hug made his heart hammer. Your laugh drew him in and he loved your smiles that seemed to make everything lighter. But he was willing to remain as friends and nothing more, because thinking realistically what were the chances of you liking him back?

You had a crush on Lin, which was slightly problematic. You were happy, of course you were - the two of you texted non-stop and had your weekly basketball session. All you wanted to do was to spend time with him. Of course you would have a crush on the adorably hot/cute English teacher. He was passionate, smart and shared your interests. You knew he thought himself unattractive, but he didn’t give himself enough credit. The two of you gossiped about students and talked about even the most basic of things. You would be willing to take a next step in your relationship. But why would he ever take a romantic interest in you? You were just a PE teacher.

Tell me what you think! I want this to be a series of oneshots for some time, just cute moments from their life. Then it would end with them getting together BOOM happy ending. But for now just classes and them getting more confident with their feelings. So tell me what you want to see!


Yule Ball Surprise - Draco x Reader

Description: y/n comes from a poor family and is kept from attending the Yule Ball because of money problems. That is, until one handsome Slytherin Prince finds out. —————————————————————

Feeling a pang of sadness, the shy Slytherin girl tears the wax seal off of a cream envelope to reveal her mother’s response to her question. Y/n wanted to go to the Yule Ball at Hogwarts more then almost anything else in the world, but the problem was that her family had next to no money, especially none to be spent on something as frivolous as a dress and such to attend a school ball. Still, she had sent her owl back home with a letter asking if there was even a possibility that she could go.
Still, the most minuscule glimmer of hope held stock in y/n’s heart as she pulled out the card stock from the envelope. And there, in midnight black ink and her mother’s fanciful cursive penmanship, was her answer. Her family simply couldn’t afford it. She couldn’t say that she was surprised or even disappointed, really. She was sad she wouldn’t get the experience, but putting her family in financial hardship, especially when they worked so hard to provide, was something she couldn’t imagine doing.
Y/n thought to herself about how she would just help her friends get ready, instead of attending herself as a tear escaped her eye and bled onto the paper.
Absentmindedly, she placed the card back in its envelope, stuffing it inside her reading book on the common room table before scurrying off to class.
“So, y/n, did your mother say you could go?”, y/f/n asked y/n later that night while in their shared bedroom. Y/n sighed and fluttered her eyes shut before shaking her head slightly. She felt reluctant to come right out and say the reason she couldn’t go was because she was poor, even though it was most likely evident, especially in contrast to all of her rich Slytherin housemates.
“That’s so ridiculous, I really don’t understand your parents sometimes, y/n,” she replied. “I mean, what could it hurt? I know they want you to keep your grades up, but, come on, it’s one night.” Y/n couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief that she was actually believing y/n’s white lie about her parents not letting her go because of grades. “I know, but it’s probably for the best. I mean, I wouldn’t have anyone to go with anyways,” y/n replied, the latter part of her statement likely being true. “That’s such a lie y/n. You would definitely get a date. I mean, if you were going. I bet Malfoy would’ve taken you. Word is, Parkinson dumped him for some dark and brooding seventh year Ravenclaw,” y/f/n gossiped. Y/n’s heart jolted. She and Draco were good friends, but y/n had practically been in love with him ever since he was partnered up with her in their first potions class. True, he might have asked her because of the lack of single Slytherin girls, but y/n figured he would find someone else from another house much more rich and attractive. “Well, I honestly hope he finds a date, and soon. Otherwise the poor guy is never gonna hear the end of it from his father,” y/n replied, her mind still lost dreams of the Yule Ball.
As the rest of her friends visited Hogsmeade to shop for last-minute Yule Ball items despite the bone-chilling weather, y/n made the executive decision to stay at the castle and cozy up in front of the fire with her book. With her slipper-sock clad feet, she padded her way across the floor to the big leather couches in front of the mantle to where her steaming mug of cider sat on the table.
Draco sat sunken into an oversized armchair next to the couch, covered with a soft fleece blanket and with a notebook and pen in hand. Y/n smiled at him as he looked up and then retreated back into his writing. Reaching the couch, she quickly became confused as to where her book had disappeared off to. After all, she had left it on the table the night before. “Looking for your book, love?” Draco questioned, looking up. Y/n’s heart swelled at how he addressed her, despite the fact that he had called her that since they became friends.
“Yeah, you’ve seen it?” You asked him. He nodded. “It’s up in my room. I didn’t want someone grabbing it by mistake, or for you to lose it. I’ll go grab it,” he stated, making a move to get up from his cozy nook. “No, no, no, don’t get up, I’ll get it. You’re comfortable,” you told him, not making him want to leave his spot. He sat back down slowly. “Thanks, Draco. Second door on the left?” Y/n asked him, basing it solely off of memory from one time when she worked on a school project with him during their second year. He nodded, smiling softly and cozying back up into the chair.
Y/n found her way up and into Draco’s room, not worrying about being seen by another boy since everyone else was out getting ready and buying lunch before the Ball. Opening the heavy wooden door to his room, she found her book immediately on his bedside table. Taking a look around she got a small insight into Draco’s life. Various books in new looking condition stacked perfectly and organized on a dark wooden shelf. A green marble paperweight shaped like an apple holding down a thick stack of parchment filled with Draco’s barely legible cursive scribbles. A small hourglass on his desk ticking away the seconds with blindingly white sand. His broom, newest edition, propped up in the corner. A bottle of amber-hued firewhiskey and a couple of crystal tumblers etched with an intricate pattern, despite him being under age. Y/n smirked to herself. Only he would do that, and get away with it being in plain sight.
Suddenly realizing that she was spending probably way too much time in his room, she dashed out and lugged the ancient wooden door closed behind her. She dashed down the stairs, only to find Draco with his eyes closed, cozied up in a peaceful slumber. Y/n smiled to herself, making her way noiselessly to the end of the couch, dozing off herself.
“Y/n, time to wake up my dearest!” Y/f/n yelled joyfully, shouting above the flurry of activity as, suddenly, everyone that had been at Hogsmeade noisily bustled inside the common room. Y/n stretched out of her slumber, but barely opened her eyes before y/f/n whisked her off to their room. With only a couple hours before dinner in the great hall began, they all wanted to start getting ready.
Y/n sleepily padded her way up to her room and entered it, greeted with the sight of her four-poster bed’s green silk curtains drawn closed on all sides. Confused, she stopped dead in her tracks. In all her years of attending Hogwarts, she had never closed her bed curtains.
“Y/n? What’s wrong? And why are your bed curtains closed? You never do that,” y/f/n stated. “Oh nothing, sorry. And I was…” y/n tried to think up an excuse, “um, napping,” she finished.
Y/n made her way to her bed, peeking the curtains open on the side of her bed that faced the wall instead of y/f/n’s bed. Light from the window filtering into the dark fort, y/n found a large black box, as well as a stark white envelope contrasting the dark color.
She carefully lifted the envelope flap from its seal and lifted out a piece of parchment. In familiar looking hand writing, she read:
Don’t ask how I know, although, you’re quite intelligent, so I gather you’ll figure it out. I know you’re not able to go to the Yule Ball. Not because of grades, but…the real reason. You don’t have to be shy about it towards me, because, really, it doesn’t change a thing about you.
Put this on, I hope you like it. I’ll meet you downstairs when the rest are leaving. If you don’t want to go, I understand completely. Just write back and you don’t have to mention a thing to y/f/n. (That’s why I pulled the curtains closed).
I hope you know that you deserve this.
- D
Y/n gasped to herself and slammed her palm to her forehead. Of course, she was such an idiot. She had left her mothers note in her book…the one Draco had found. It must have fallen out for him to read when he picked it up.
She couldn’t accept this. It was too much.
No…wait. She had to. When would she ever get an opportunity like this again? And with her friend and crush since first year? She couldn’t refuse.
“Y/f/n?” Y/n called out.
“Yeah?” She replied.
“Change of plans. My parents said I can go,” y/n called out from the dark of the curtains.
“Oh perfect! You have a dress and everything?” She asked.
Y/n came out from behind her bed curtains and nodded enthusiastically.
As y/f/n rushed to another room to have another girl do her hair, y/n had some alone time to open the package and get ready. She eagerly opened the box that Draco had delivered, took out the dress that was neatly pressed and folded inside, and held it up. It was stunningly gorgeous. A strapless ball gown, with grey silk that shimmered and danced in the light. It had silk ribbons that varied in shades of stark white to a velvety black - all intricately wrapped and intertwined across the bodice, then falling loosely to the floor in the back of the dress, weaving in and out of each other and dancing as the gown moved. Y/n’s eyes brimmed with tears as she thought about the sheer amount of genuine thought that Draco had put into this.
She slipped the gown on quickly, and styled her hair and makeup as well. For the first time in her life, she felt truly beautiful.
“Bloody hell, y/n,” she suddenly heard from the door, “you look incredible,” y/f/n finished, looking at you with a smile.
Once everyone was ready and leaving, y/n took a breath as she prepared to see Draco.
She descended down the stairs, looking at her feet until she reached the bottom, where a pair of soulful blue-grey eyes met hers. Draco stood at the base of the staircase, utterly and hopelessly lost for words.
“Y/n I–” he started, before he was interrupted by her.
“Draco, before you say anything, thank you. I literally have nothing more to say to you. Tonight you’ve done for me what no one has been able to do before. I don’t think I could ever repay you, even if it’s not…financially,” she told him nervously.
“Y/n,” he began, taking y/n’s hands in his. “No. Thank you. I can’t think of anyone more deserving,” he finished. He raised the back of her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. Y/n blushed and softly smiled at him.
“I do have one more thing though,” he added. He reached his hand inside his coat and fished for something, pulling out a small, shining necklace.
Y/n’s eyes widened, “Draco- you’ve already given me so much. You really, really don’t have to,” she said. “No, y/n I do. I really do have to. Because in my family, I was taught to give people what they deserve. And you, love, deserve this. More than anyone I know,” he replied.
Draco moved behind her, looping the necklace with a round crystal pendant around her neck, his hands softly brushing the back of her neck as he clasped it, sending chills down y/n’s back.
His hands moved to the sides of her arms, holding her reassuringly. “And love, trust me. You already have paid me back. I mean…look at you,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. Before moving away, y/n felt his lips kiss her shoulder. She was lost for words. At the night, how it’s events unfolded, at him.
“Shall we?” He questioned, offering his arm to her. Y/n looped her arm gracefully through his, moving closer to his safe and protective feeling side.
As the last ones to leave, they began walking to the door when y/n stopped in her tracks. “Draco?” She called. He turned around questioningly, his full attention on her.
And with a second of insane courage, before even she knew what she was doing, she moved forward, and placed her lips gently on his. Once he was able to react, he moved a hand up to cup her face, the other snaking around her waist and pulling her as close to him as possible. His lips moved against hers, kissing her more and more passionately by the second. After a few moments, y/n pulled away, resting her forehead against Draco’s and looking up at him. His steel blue-grey eyes showed his emotion - happiness, passion, desire, disbelief. Softly, he moved his thumb over her bottom lip. As it moved over the middle of her lips, y/n softly kissed it, causing him to crack a soft smile. Y/n then placed a kiss on his dimple that appeared, and whispered in his ear, “Ready?”
“Absolutely, love,” he replied, intertwining his hand in hers, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.
Thank you for reading!
By @hphogwartsimagines
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A trip to the past. Because you can’t forget your first love
A nice follower reminded me about my first website (a site dedicated only to Trunks), and I was amazed and happy to meet people from back then! 
So this is for you :)

Is good to back home. 



Maddie walking the Orange carpet of the KCA I didn’t even  know she was attending HAHA she is a ball of surprises