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Angel (Calum smut)

Requested? “You and Cal are kinda ‘talking’ and he comes to your VS fashion show after party and you get photographed sitting on his lap and being cute?”

Summary: ^^^ I changed a few details and added in smut (bc I’m a hoe bag) but I think it’s what you asked for!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: modelling, grinding, general smut

A/N: I haven’t really proof read this but I hope it’s alright :-))

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Being chosen to walk the runway at this year’s Victoria’s Secret fashion show was no easy task. On the one hand you were flattered you’d been invited- after all, this was most models dream. But on the other you’ve never felt so terrified. 

It’s not the prospect of walking down the catwalk in the skimpiest lingerie you could imagine that’s scaring you, no, you’ve done that plenty times before. It’s more the prospect of who’s attending that has your heart beating faster than normal.

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Quidditch Captain Cal

extended version of this blurb I wrote a million years ago, but anyway it’s for @0kbutmichaelclifford and @jigglypufftribe’s Hogwarts Blurb Night! I hope I’m not too late!!!!

Fall, hands down had to be your favorite part of the year, Fall was cozy sweaters, fun scarves and pumpkin spiced everything. It’s return also meant Halloween and, just before that, the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fall meant something to do. You weren’t putting down summer or anything though. No, summer was totally great, it just got old fast with nothing to do and worst of all, no magic.

Plus, nothing could compare with the way Hogwarts looked decorated in flame colored autumn leaves. Fall and your return to Hogwarts also meant Quidditch. And Quidditch meant Calum Hood.

Calum was in your year but not your house, which worked out fine for your on field rivalry. If you’d been sorted into Ravenclaw with him, you wouldn’t have nearly as much fun giving him shit on the Quidditch pitch -when your teams played each other-  as you did. And Calum always gave as good as he got.

But, because he was such a popular guy, you didn’t get to see much of Calum outside of matches. Which was why Quidditch had quickly become your favorite thing about Hogwarts after you made the team in your third year. Your favorite thing next to Calum that is.

So when the first match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw finally came around, you were full of energy and nervous anticipation. What if he’d suddenly gotten over your trash talking over the summer? I wasn’t like the two of you kept in touch…

You were instantly reassured right before the game began. As if he could sense your nerves, Calum made an extra effort to catch your eye over the shoulder of your team captain as he shook his hand.

When he mouthed a quick “ready to lose?” at you, the tension immediately left your shoulders as you lifted your chin and smirked at him.

“Not a chance,” you mouthed back. You shouldn’t have worried.

Both you and Calum were chasers and took your playing very seriously, so the two of you never really interacted much during a match. But as you felt the rush of the wind blowing through your hair and Quidditch robes, you couldn’t help letting out an exhilarated laugh.

You were in your element and Hufflepuff was leading by thirty points; twenty of which, were thanks to you. And you were gearing up to score yet again when something hard and heavy knocked you from your broom and the world faded to black.

~

You opened your eyes to find a very anxious looking Ravenclaw Quidditch captain watching you through concern filled brown eyes. Cal practically sagged with relief once he noticed you were awake.

“Jesus,” he sighed. “You scared the crap out of me back there kid.”

“I’m fine,” you said dismissively. “So who won?” you asked, sitting up.

“Whoa,” he said, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Slow down, you hit head.” You rolled your eyes but placed your hand over his where it lay on your shoulder.

Wincing at the contact, he went to pull his hand back. You stopped his retreat by grabbing his wrist. The knuckles of his right hand had been split open and were crusted over with dried blood as they began to bruise.

You gaped at him. “Calum, what happened?”

“I saw Malcolm fucking Bullstrode hit that bludger in your direction.”

Fascinated, you watched the muscle twitch in his jaw as he clenched his teeth before replying. “So you punched him in the face?”

“Him and Patrick Middleditch.”

“Calum!” You reprimanded. “He’s on my team!”

“And he should’ve been doing his job as a beater too.”

Instinctively, you tugged his injured hand closer to you. Mostly so you could get a better look, but also so you could place a gentle kiss on each of the knuckles he’d cut open in your honor.

“Hey,” he murmured, using his free hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.

“Sorry,” you felt your cheeks heat, not knowing what had come over you.

Calum simply shook his head before sliding his hand behind your neck and slowly -as if giving you time to protest- brought your lips to his. Letting out an unintentional moan, you parted your lips and changed up the angle a bit to deepen the kiss. Cal’s only response was groan as you slid your fingers into his hair and tugged at the roots of his thick curls.

“Sorry,” he panted when the two of you broke apart, breathing hard and hearts pounding loud enough to drown out all other sound. “This was probably the worst time to do that.” You raised a questioning brow and he continued. “When you’re trying to recover in the infirmary?” It came came out sounding like a question.

Rolling your eyes again, you pulled him in close by his uniform shirt. “You wanna know what I think, Hood?”

“What?”

“I think, that it’s about time that you kissed me. Merlin knows you’ve kept me waiting long enough. I also think,” you smirked. “That you should do it again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Calum grinned. And then he did.

Pen Pals - Hogwarts!Calum

If you went to hogwarts it was required for you to use quill and parchment, which wasn’t that big of a deal despite the constant dipping and the feather getting in your face at times. But being muggle born, you couldn’t dump everything muggle for everything wizard. So when studying for your N.E.W.T.S. you couldn’t help but use a pen and notebook when in your Ravenclaw common room or the library.

Currently, you were scribbling spells and potion recipes in one of the many notebooks you had brought in the library, books opened, closed, and stacked all around you. You didn’t pay much attention to the other students around you, whispering and such, but when the library door opened with a loud bang you quickly looked up, your pen stopping. Calum Hood, the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few of his friends had come in. You saw Michael Clifford beside him, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, laughing and joking with him. As they made their way to one of the large book shelves you looked down, continuing your note taking.

About 15 minutes or so later the rambunctious group had made its way over to where you were sitting in the library. You had glanced at them, Calum had seemed to be focused, pulling out books and sighing, moving to the next one whilst the previous put itself away. Michael was following him, mumbling a few things here and there whilst the others joked between themselves.

Closing your current book and pushing it to the side, you picked up the other in the stack, flipping through the worn pages silently, chewing on the end of your pen. “I can’t find it!” You looked up to see Calum with his arms crossed angrily, facing Michael. Michael’s back was to you, Calum facing your direction. Michael mumbled something you couldn’t hear properly and you looked back down to your book, finding the correct potion.

“Excuse me?”

Glancing up, your pen in your mouth, you saw Calum standing next to your table, eyes focused on your pen. “Y-Yes?” Dropping the pen from your mouth, you could feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Well, I did come over here to ask you where I could find a certain potion book but- what is that?” His eyebrows were scrunched together, pointing at the object on your hand.

“This? You don’t kn- Oh! You must be a pure blood.” You lifted your pen, glancing at it. “It’s a pen, it’s kinda like a quill that doesn’t need to be dipped into ink repeatedly.” You had explained, flipping to an empty page in your notebook and scribbling down on the paper as demonstration. Offering the pen to him, you saw his eyes fill with amazement as he scribbled different things on the page.

“This is incredible!” He grinned, looking up at you.

“Would you like one? I have so many.” Reaching into your robe, you pulled out another black pen, a blue, red, and green pen. “Which color?”

He eyed the four pens, glancing at your robes before plucking the blue pen from your hands. “Thank you.”

You nodded, putting the pens back in your robe. “Do you still need help with that one book or are you fine?”

“Oh, no. I’ll come back for it tomorrow or something. Thank you for the… pen.”

With a last goodbye, he jogged over to his friends, showing them the odd object you had given him.

-

It had been almost a week since Calum had gotten the pen from you and Calum wouldn’t leave anywhere without it. Michael had told him to just talk to you or something. But Michael didn’t seem to understand that it was nearly impossible to find you. He hadn’t gotten your name and the only thing he could go was based off your appearance. He asked around but came up short. So all he had was the blue pen and your smile in his brain.

-

It was almost two weeks since you had given Calum the pen and you couldn’t stop thinking of him. You knew it was hopeless because Calum was a quidditch captain from a different house that everyone knew of, but you could help thinking about him and his smile. A dopey smile was on your face as you made your way to the lake, going to the familiar tree. You sat under the tree, scribbling in one of your notebooks with the thought of Calum fresh in your mind.

It was around this time that quidditch teams would walk back from practice, before the pen incident you would see Calum and his team walk back and pass you and your tree into the school. But today was not one of those days. Today you saw the Slytherin team walking back. You watched a few before clicking your pen and looking down at your notebook.

“Hey, is that a pen?”

Looking up you saw Michael in his quidditch padding, a broom in his hand pointing down at your hand. “Wha- Uh yeah..”

“Okay, come with me?” He held out his hand to which you took and silently followed him through the halls of the school. Soon enough you realized you were headed to the Gryffindor common room. Somehow, Michael had gotten the password, most likely from Calum, and had pulled you inside.

Once in the common room you saw Calum sitting on one of the sofas, the blue pen you had given him between his fingers. Michael cleared his throat, pushing you towards Calum. And with that, Michael left, leaving you and Calum alone.

“Uh…hi.” You smiled at him, sitting next to him on the sofa. “Hey, I..uh..I never got your name?”

“Y/N.”

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I just love Calum and Harry potter so yeah here’s this for @0kbutmichaelclifford ’s hogwarts!5sos blurb night :-)

Flashlight

Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.

“Okay.” “I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.

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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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