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It was an average night as far as Jesse was considered. Instead of having fun like most people he was friends with on Snapchat, he was seated at home watching a few reruns of the Office. If only he could find the confidence to attend a grand event like the ball. But he felt as if he would stick out like a sore thumb. He didn’t belong. His negative thoughts and pity party was interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. He stood up and once he opened it, his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the other. How was Dorian so unfairly handsome?

“You… you’re what? Are you sure? I mean… yeah. I’d love to go with you.” He was trying so desperately to hide just how eager he was. “Just, come inside for a second? I’ll be dressed in a flash. I just don’t want to show up in sweatpants and a flannel. Not when you look like that.” Dorian deserved someone he would be proud to have on his arm, whether he thought he was lovely this way or not.

dorian wants to tell jesse that he doesn’t care, that he’d happily show him off even dressed in sweatpants and flannel, looking cosy and comfy. he doesn’t get a chance to though and he walks into the familiar hallway, standing there and waiting while his...date rushes off. is jesse his date? dorian hadn’t put it in those terms when thinking up this plan. 

true to his word, jesse comes back downstairs just as quick as he went up. “beautiful, as always,” he says in earnest, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “we’ll take a picture then get off, hm?”

randomly generated no. 11 - sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

the sensation of someone actually doing that on his neck caused goosebumps all over Dorian’s body, and he yelled in alarm at the sensation. turning around quickly after, he frowned for a moment before realising it was - “lance! you scared the shit out of me!” and the frown turned into a playful pout. “that wasn’t nice, i was going to punch you, jesus,”

randomly generated no. 2 - falling asleep on or next to them.

as per usual, dorian had been invited round under the guise of having fun. that’s how he usually ended up in a bed that wasn’t his own with fewer clothes on. that moment had passed, and dorian was laid on his phone like nothing had ever happened. “sebastian, do you want to go again?” the model waited patiently for an answer but, there was silence. “are you ignoring me? that’s quite rude,” to make his point known, he kicked the other’s leg. it was only when dorian shifted to properly look at the blonde he realised that oh, he was asleep. still as beautiful as ever, dorian took a picture to tease him with later, letting his fingers run through those dirty blonde locks and sating an itch he didn’t realise he had. “honestly, falling asleep after sex is entirely the wrong way to do it,” yet dorian finds himself following suit, shuffling just close enough to feel sebastian’s body heat before closing his own eyes.

this is for all my bbies !!! please like or comment if you want a specific interaction !! i rp dorian, hux, hela, helga & frankie. under the cut are plots i’m interested in carrying out ! if ya wanna get involved just say !

the remidner of what happened between them before is one that causes sebastian to smirk, just the image of dorian in his bed is one that he was sure to never forget. “well now that i know that, i’ll have to be on my best behavior – or maybe my worst.” he teased back, secretly living for this kind of flirtatious banter. “i know, it’s a shame isn’t it? i have yet to find anyone else in this town that sparks my interest besides you as well. whatever am i to do?” he let out a faux whistful sigh before pulling dorian closer to him.

dorian could do this all day, flirting and teasing with someone who could so easily match him. blushing, bashful boys and girls were all good fun but, it was nothing compared to the small thrill he felt when they did it back.  he chuckled at what sebastian said - he knew it didn’t matter how the other acted, he would surely be going home with him. “maybe it’s a sign we should spend more time together,” dorian suggested as he’s pulled closer to the blonde, the space between their bodies growing ever smaller. “however you’d like spend that time is up for discussion,”

Allie sat at one of the many outdoor tables that lined the side of the cafe, sketchbook and materials laid out before her. While drawing was a hobby of hers that she often kept a secret, she tried to get as much practice as she could. It was the least she could do considering her parents refused to allow her to go to art school. Her pencil scribbled across the page in a purposeful manner, her gaze occasionally flickering upward to take a peek at her subject once more. But when she looked up this time around they were staring straight at her. She nervously cleared her throat as she noticed them looking at her sketch. “I’m sorry if this creepy… you’re more than welcome to keep the drawing as an apology. I’m not even sure it’s that good or not.” She was still far too insecure about her abilities.

It was no secret that Dorian loved to be admired for his looks - anything more, or anything less, confused and upset him. He was supposed to be meeting someone, however, it was now 40 minutes past the hour and he had decided it was a no-show occasion. Sighing into the rim of his coffee cup to hide his slight disappointment, the familiar scratch-scratch-scratch of a pencil caught his attention and he noticed a nearby woman glancing at him, sketchbook in hand. They locked eyes the next time she looked, and Dorian smiled. “I think it’s lovely,” Dorian said sincerely. “And I don’t find it creepy at all, this is a common occurrence for me,”

DORIAN GRAY

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

WAND: 9″, made of cherry wood with a unicorn hair core

PET: a long-eared owl named athena. she’s one of the biggest in the whole school.

PATRONUS: chameleon

AMORTENTIA: a musky, woody scent, much like a wet forest.

BOGGART: himself, old and slowly wasting away.

MIRROR OF ERISED IMAGE: himself, as he is now, young and beautiful and adored by the world-over.

EXTRA INFO: dorian is notorious for sleeping with many boys, girls and whoever he can seduce and has a reputation because of it. however, he is social and amicable when the time calls for it. often sneaks alcohol into the dorm rooms for private parties. tried quidditch out in order to be universally adored but broke his leg in try-outs. very good at potions and transfiguration, often found experimenting with them. interested in how magic is used to alter and preserve peoples appearance. will probably go into the field of magical plastic surgeries, or at least, pioneer it. dorian is smart, it’s just not something immediately associated with him.

ARMITAGE HUX

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw alumni

WAND: 12″, made of ash with unicorn hair core

PET: a ginger cat, millicent, whom he still has and keeps in his office and around the school.

PATRONUS: a vulture

AMORTENTIA: the scent of smoke and fire. it ranges from a simple cigarette to a grand bonfire.

BOGGART: failing to rise above his station.

MIRROR OF ERISED IMAGE: being minister of magic and leading the wizarding world into a glorious new age.

EXTRA INFO: hux is the current History of Magic teacher and deputy head of hogwarts. though he likes his subject, he has the headmasters position in his sights in order to elevate his status for when he eventually moves into the ministry of magic. his father, brendol, is head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and hux hopes to prove himself to him and also be better than him by becoming minister of magic. he’s strict, and grumpy but rewards those who do well in his classes. hux will tell you he is pureblood, as his fathers family come from an ancient wizarding line. however, hux is actually only half-blood and borne of an affair. he will do anything to deny his true blood status which has caused him strife throughout his life. would probably be a death eater.

HELA ERIKSEN

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

WAND: 8″, made of walnut with a troll whisker core

PET: a jet-black rat, fenris

PATRONUS: a large bear

AMORTENTIA: warm popcorn

BOGGART: fire

MIRROR OF ERISED IMAGE: being with her brothers and mother, all of them happy and functional.

EXTRA INFO: hela is a rare case, she attended durmstrang institute in norway for a few years before transferring to hogwarts when her parents split up. she’s behind a little academically because of this so takes many catch-up classes, and will probably have to for a long time. hela excels as defence against the dark arts due to her old schools focus on it and is a beater on the Slytherin quidditch team. she is half-blood and will beat up anyone who has something negative to say about it and generally protects younger students from bullying.

HELGA HUTCHINSON

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff alumni

WAND: 8″, made of european hornbeam with a dragon heartstring core

PET: a fluffy white cat named marshmallow.

PATRONUS: a large bear

AMORTENTIA: a lavender candle

BOGGART: being invisible / ignored

MIRROR OF ERISED IMAGE: being married to a formless person with two children in her arms

EXTRA INFO: helga is the head matron at hogwarts, and has always leant herself towards the healing arts much more than anything else. she is also a dab-hand at baking and often brings treats to her patients in order to make them feel better. helga is too-nice and often lets students skip classes in the infirmary if they aren’t feeling well. it’s said her long-term boyfriend was the head healer and St. Mungo’s and she ended up at hogwarts after he broke her heart.

NIXON STRICKLAND

HOGWARTS HOUSE: n/a, attended ilvermorny in the USA, sorted into Thunderbird.

WAND: 12″, made of hawthorn with a dragon heartstring core

PET: n/a

PATRONUS: a clydesdale horse

AMORTENTIA: gentle floral perfume

BOGGART: enclosed spaces

MIRROR OF ERISED IMAGE: being the captain of the top-ranked quidditch team in the world

“i agree with you wholeheartedly, at least make it an entertaining rip-off.” sebastian teased before combing his fingers through his hair. “tame impala? you have good taste from just that suggestion.” with ease, he opened up the spotify app on his phone and chose one of his personal favorites, let it happen. the moment the abrupt change in music occurred, he reached forward to grab dorian’s hand and pulled him toward the dancefloor. “you know, it’s good to see you again. even if it is with clothes on this time.” he winked.

the song changes and dorian is ready to swan off or stay for a little light flirting. he’s caught though, a hand grabbing his and moving him to the dancefloor, the decision of what to do next was made for him. “play your cards right and they might end up on your floor again later on,” he teased with a knowing smile and a cheeky wink. “i missed your face. finding a gorgeous blonde is so hard these days,”

Dances were a chance for dorian to show off. they always had been, the centre of attention amongst a crowd of couldn’t-care-lessers, just how he’d always liked it. boys and girls alike had wanted to dance with him yet, dorian had never wanted to dance with them. he was the approached, not the approacher.

and yet here he was, dressed in finest dior, long hair neatly tucked behind his ears at someone’s door. not just anyone's door though, jesse’s. dorian couldn’t deny how good it felt to be around him, how his kindness had stirred something deep in dorian that he didn’t know he still had. swallowing hard, he knocked on the door and spoke as soon as it was opened;

“i’m taking you to the ball. you don’t have to dress fancy. i think you’re lovely as you are,”

when you truly wanted something, it was easy to find whatever you desired. that was a motto that sebastian had lived solely by for several years now and it seemed to work for him. the music they were playing at the ball was absolutely dreadful and outdated. never a fan of string music, he began his hunt to find the mechanisms of the sound system for the hall. when he managed to find it, he pulled out his phone and began attempting to connect his phone to the chord that was just laying by the sound system. he paused momentarily, hearing footsteps approaching. he turned and offered whoever it was a sheepish smile, “this music is awful, isn’t it? i’m really doing everyone a favor right now. help me pick a song to play? and choose wisely because i’m going to make you dance with me to it.”

this dance is a bore for dorian, who usually adores being the centre of attention. instead of socialising, he’s spent most of his time pouting around a glass of fizz, entertaining people with polite talk and smiles. watching a familiar blonde sneak off piqued his interest and the englishman followed him quietly. “the attempt at authenticity is quite offensive,” dorian remarks with a smile. “you have to promise not to laugh at my tastes. just pop some tame impala on,”