#delablack

who is more excited for halloween? Castor, though as always Calliste remains amused by students consuming vast amounts of liquor  

who gives the best gifts? Cas, Callie doesn’t really do the whole gifts thing much. But when she does do it her gifts are pretty awesome.

who sings along to the radio the loudest? Again, probably Cas, especially if he discovered it annoyed Calliste

who actually finishes a book they’ve started? Both of them? 

who falls asleep during a movie? They both would, curled up together on a couch. Movie? What is a movie? That is for muggles.

who plans a surprise getaway vacation? Cas, who is definitely the more spontaneous of the two.

who comes home with useless decorative knick knacks for the house every single day? Gods, hopefully neither? Callie would burn them if he did on the account of his cluttering up the house

who takes more pictures? Um, maybe Calliste? 

who likes baths? who likes showers? Calliste’s a baths person and I presume Cas is a showers person?

who keeps a weekly planner? Calliste does, she prefers her life to be organised.

who actually watches the discovery channel? Um, again I imagine that’s something that either of them would do. Because they both quite seem to like knowledge, and he’s a little nerd about his ancient runes just like she is about stars.

who brings up having kids first? ahahahAHAHAHAHA. Neither. This dysfunctional couple and their inability to talk about anything serious or committed. 

who fixes things around the house when they break? The house-elves

who leaves their dirty towels on the floor? Cas

who makes the coffee in the morning? Calliste, only because she wakes up more often and earlier than Cas who is a heavy sleeper. If he’s lucky she makes him coffee too.

who gets jealous over very petty things? Both of them. Cas more often than Calliste

who exercises more? Cas and occasionally Calliste will watch

who starts listening to christmas music in october? Neither of them. They’re both scrooges who probably aren’t even listening to it in December unless forced to.

My characters thoughts during any general conversation between your and my character

-”f he wasn’t so attractive I don’t think I could put up with half the things he says.”

-”How on earth did he convince me to be his girlfriend. Oh, right, that cute smile.”

-”He’s still talking, maybe if you kiss him he’ll stop.”

-”I wonder what he looks like without his stubble.”

-”If he really annoys you one day, you can always find out.”

-”Does that count as long term planning? No, it can’t. He annoys me daily.”

1. 3/10 because she doesn’t mind people knowing that her man is better in the sack than other people’s. 

Have you ever had your heart broken?

“No. That would require my believing in love in order for me to have my heart in a place where it could be broken.”

Castor Black - Moodboard 1/? - Delablack Progression

Calliste wakes up in chambers that aren’t hers but they areones that she recognises. She tries not to make a habit of waking up here. It’spreferable to leave before falling asleep before she can fall asleep inCastor’s arms, even if she likes falling asleep in Castor’s arms. More than sheshould.

But she was quite certain that wasn’t what had happened thistime.

“What happened?” she asked, sitting up on the bed she’s beenplaced on. Castor’s bed. Her head is pounding.

“Youfainted…straight into my arms,” Cas chuckles from somewhere to her left, andCalliste looked over. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have togo to such extremes.” He’s smirking at her and it pisses her off because she’stired and her head hurts.

“No. That’s ridiculous. I don’t faint.” She frowns. It is so unlike her to do such things. Shemoves to the edge of the bed, standing up rather quickly and immediatelyregretting it when she sways again. But a pair of hands catch her by the waistand hold her upright. Castor had shot from his chair to hold her up.

“Easy there, love,” he murmurs, leaning down so his lipsbrush her ear.

“Don’t flirt with me, Cas, not when I feel like a Hippogriffkicked me in the head,” she groans. He presses a kiss to her forehead instead,as though that will make it feel better. Calliste closed her eyes. “I blameyou. If I’m ill, that is.”

“Why?”

“Callie! Callie!” Cas called from the living room of his small flat in London, having invited Callie to stay with him for a couple of days over the Christmas holiday. He didn’t want to not see her, and he had bought her a couple of present that he wanted to give to her in the privacy of his own home, away from prying eyes. They were still avoiding talking about what they actually were, or at least, he was whenever she tried to bring it up, but he was happy when they spent time together, and that was what mattered, not putting a label on anything.

“Callie!” He called out once again, having placed two hot chocolates on the coffee table in the living room, wondering what in the world was taking her so long in there. It was Christmas morning, and he wanted her in the lounge with him so that he could give her the presents that he’d sat under his tree for her, and just like a child waking up on Christmas morning, he was far too excited.

 “What? Merlin, Cas, stop shouting.” The groggy voice from the bathroom replied as she slowly made her way back outside to meet him, her skin pale and slightly clammy. “I...” He began, before then shaking his head and standing up, walking over to the blonde in his home, placing the back of his hand onto her forehead, checking her over. “You’re not well, are you, love? Do you need anything, or want anything?” He asked, and she just shook her head in response. “Are you sure? I mean, I could get you some water? I made hot chocolate, but if you would prefer, I could get you a glass or water, or tea?”

“Cas, please--”

“If not a drink. how about something to eat? Some toast. maybe? I thought about doing something big for breakfast seeing as it is Christmas but I really wanted you to open the gifts I got you first, and see the look on your face when you see what I got you. I think you’ll be quite impressed with how well I did, actually.”

“Cas, listen to m--”

“Okay, so not breakfast either? I could always get you a potion if you liked, something to calm your stomach or your head or whatever it is that’s ailing you? I wanted you to be happy because it’s Christmas time and--”

“Oh mon dieu, Castor Black, I’m pregnant!”

Cas stopped directly in his tracks. His mouth was hung open mid sentence, his words cut off and choked away, lost somewhere in the air that seemed to be closing in around him. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that revelation, and instead just stood there for what felt like years, his mouth open, staring directly ahead of him. He barely acknowledged the way that she was waving her hand in front of his face, trying to get him to snap out of the standing coma that he had seemed to fall into. 

After another few minutes of just standing there, Castor finally brought his gaze back to look at her, and shook his head. “You... you’re sure, right? And... it’s... it’s mine?”

The look on her face was enough to terrify him, and he put his hands up in apology quickly. “I’m sorry. I just... How? How did this happen? We’re always careful, and always use the charm and--”

“Remember a couple of months ago? We were in your office, things started to get heated, and the charm was forgotten. Now, there’s another life involved. I don’t want to do this alone, Cas. I don’t want to, but if--”

He quickly cut her off, stepping closer to her once again, cupping her face with his hand. “Hey.” His eyes looked back into hers, his words dripping with sincerity. “I’m not leaving you. Merlin, this isn’t what I wanted, not right now anyway but I’m not leaving you in this, okay?” Cas leaned in to press his lips against hers in a quick kiss, not caring that she had just been in the bathroom with morning sickness, as he now knew, wanting to seal his words with a kiss.

“So... I... I’m going to be a dad?” He questioned, raising one eyebrow up as he looked at the blonde, who just looked back at him with a small smile on her lips. “Me, Castor Black, is going to be a dad.” He repeated once again, this time making her laugh. That was better. She had looked so worried only moments ago, and he hated when she didn’t have a smile on her lips. “You picked the wrong person to fall in love with, Callie.” He laughed when he saw her mouth fall open. 

“I may be carrying your child, but I am not in love--” She was cut off by the male wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, so that he could put his hand on her stomach tentatively, a grin on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.” He teased, pressing another kiss to her lips, this time, a little more heated. “I love you too, you know. Both of you. Always have. Always will.”

This caused Calliste to laugh in his arms and she pushed away from him, still in utter shock at Cas’ reaction. “You know, you’re handling this very well, mon amour.” She commented, her eyes searching his for any signs of doubt.

“Oh, well, this is just the easy bit, isn’t it? Getting you through morning sickness and letting you know that you don’t look fat. What’ll be difficult, will be sending the kid off to Hogwarts without you kicking up a fuss.”

And that’s what started the first of many arguments that Cas and Calliste would have about their children - what their names would be, what colour to decorate their rooms in, what their extracurricular activities would be, and what school they would go to.