Listen, just, shit listen. We’ve been wrong. We’ve been so wrong. It’s understandable, you take one look at Bodhi Rook and then you take another look at Bodhi Rook in a flower crown and you just want to see him romanced so hard and flustered and adorable but just fucking listen. You know who’s the one to actually get really flustered by romance? Cassian. Fucking. Andor.
(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)
They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.
Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.
The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).
The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.
Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.
Louis looked at her classmate and suddenly felt like
she was under a spotlight, the full force of those green eyes on her
like lasers — hot and scorching, despite the cool manufactured air
pumping through the lecture hall.
“I’m Louis. Louis Tomlinson.” She thrust her hand out, awkward and probably way too polite.
other girl arched an eyebrow and slid out of her seat. She was tall.
And lanky, with knobby knees sticking out from under her thin cotton
skirt. Her black combat boots were clunky and ungainly, but her long,
tan arms were graceful and pretty as she extended her own hand toward
Their palms slid together like
flower petals skating over a newly thawed pond and Louis felt a cool
rush of relief slither through her body.
*** The only thing standing in the way of Harry and Louis getting together are…well, Harry and Louis.
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