#au!leo

Like, really bored. You ever try to level a shaman when you have like 7 other peeps at or above 90? Yeah, it’s like trying to dig a shovel into your eyeball without breaking your skull. No bueno. 

SO, TO ALLEVIATE SAID BOREDOM, I’m going to expand/state some things on an AU - notably the massively NSFW AU that is from ‘On A Whim’ that another friend is writing. This is all based on my interpretation of what they’re creating with Leo and a host of other things, so Allons-Y!

Leonides eyebrows shot up, but he surrendered into the kiss nonetheless and brought up a hand to cup the werewolf boy’s cheek, figuring it was no different than what he did with random boys and girls of other houses in broom closets. 

Pulling away, he smirked slightly.

Send ✆ for a morning text

[Text]: The best part of waking up, is Skeeter in your cup.

Send ♔ for an angry voice mail

"Honest to god Rita, pick up your bloody phone before I come down there and bring you an ‘urgent news story’ of my own!"

Send  ♠ for a prank call

"Welcome to the house of pies, this is Arnie speaking, how may I help you?"

Send ☎ for an emotional voice mail 

"Rita Marie Skeeter, you are the only thing that matters to me any more, and I’m sorry for whatever I did I really, really am but would you please pick up the phone? I need to talk to you- I need to hear your voice. Please Rita- just… just- please!"

Send ☏ for a vague voice mail

"The sun rises in the North on Tuesdays."

Send ❖ for a confession (voicemail or text, specify.)

[Text]: You’re so damn adorable I just want to pinch your cheeks and lick every inch of you.

Send ⁇ for a worried text

[Text]: Rita? You got off work an hour ago, shouldn’t you be home by now?

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

[Text]: My boner went inside of me.

Send ✘ for a text that should have been sent

[Text]: I love you, I’m sorry.

Send ✺for a saucy text

[Text]: That is so not your colour, your size, or your style. Send it back, get a new one. A better one.

Send √ for an early morning text

[Text]: It’s five o’clock in the morning….. conversation got boring…. said you’d come up to bed soon…. so I snuck off to your bedroom….. I’m bringing bagels.

Send ☠ for misguided advice

[Text]: Of course it’ll be fine to call the minister of magic a dunderhead in your next article, it’s true!

Send ☢ for a desperate text

[Text]: RTA SKEETER FOR GODS SAKES ANSWER YOUR PHEONE THIS IS AN EMREGENCY

Send ☼ for a promise

Getting a call from Rita to say she was on her way to the hospital had, of course, terrified him for a second as she let out a small howl of pain, before he realised that.... that howl was her reaction to a contraction. 

"I'm having a baby, a baby!" He cried, dancing around for a second before remembering his wife was still on the line. "Sorry love, I'll be right there." He said, grabbing his coat and racing from their new apartment. 

ッ-  Our characters will go to a costume ball together

Despite the war now being considered over, Rita was not expecting the Daily Prophet to throw a masquerade party in order to celebrate.

But, of course, she had showed up as directed- in costume, with a mask covering the top half of her face- and stood by one of the snack tables, munching the night away.

“Can I have this dance?” She heard a voice inquire from behind her, and she turned to find a tall, lean man with broad shoulders and golden blonde hair.

He held a hand out to her and gave a little bow, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

“Sure.” She said, noticing the lilt in his voice and his slightly lop-sided smile, though his teeth were perfectly straight and polished white.

Accepting his hand, he guided her out onto the makeshift dance floor.

Whereas her dress and mask were both icy-blue, his suit was a soft, fern green, his tie silver, as was his mask, which was decorated with thick black swirls.

His eyes, framed by the mask, shone the brightest blue she had ever seen, though she noticed, deep in them, sparkled little flecks of green.

Spinning, he took her other hand in his as well, pulling her closer to him before moving one to her waist, and she mirrored him, except her hand went to his shoulder.

“So....” She said quietly, cheeks slightly flushed as he flashed her another smile.

His hands were calloused but soft in hers, and his jaw and cheekbones were strong, his lips plump and pink.

“What’s your name?” he asked, and she was surprised that he seemed actually legitimately curious.

“Rita.” She told him, hoping he wouldn’t figure out who she was, what her job was.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” She spluttered a bit, blushing.

“Jealous?” Was all she managed to say, but he didn’t laugh.

“Of your boyfriend or husband? Definitely.” Rita bit her lip, no longer able to keep the smirk off her face.

“I’m single.” She told him bluntly, and he arched an eyebrow.