Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
Complete five threads of five posts or more where your character experiences bad luck, such as stepping in a chamberpot, losing the rings for a wedding, etc...
Did You Know?
One of the cheapest homeless shelters in Victorian London charged four pennies to sleep in a coffin. Which was... still better than sleeping upright against a rope? — Jordan / Lynn
If he was being completely honest, the situation didn't look good, but Sylvano was not in the habit of being completely honest about anything. No reason to start now.
— Sylvano Capobiancoinyou & me & the war of the endtimes
This plan wasn't thought through very well—if he could even call it a plan. It had been more of an impulse. The stupid elf had been clear(ish) that his brother should get in the pool. He'd tried to be civil about it. Now here they were, underwater (which was freezing for some fucking reason), all because of his stupid stubbornness. There had been a much easier way to go about this. Though... he had yet to see whether it had worked or whether Marlowe was just messing with them. If that was the case, Ahn-Bo was not above tossing him in too.
Ahn-Bo surfaced a few seconds later. "Ssi-bal, it's cold," He muttered as he swam in place, turning his body until he saw Jin-a. The vampire was already paddling to the pool's edge, looking cold and miserable. He followed suit, not entirely sure if he was headed to the gallows. He lifted himself out, looking just as bedraggled as his brother... who almost looked like he was sprawled out on a beach somewhere, enjoying the sunshine. The werewolf crawled tentatively toward him, sloshing cold water all over the stone as he went. "Jin-a?"
It was time to face the consequences of his rash decision.
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
The ceiling’s arches were a good distraction as Jin puzzled through the fog in his brain. Each stone was perfectly placed and the lovely pattern was almost soothing as he gazed up at it like a washed up trout. His brain was pounding in his skull and his body felt like it had been dropped from a great height. Where was he and… why? Somewhere nearby the sound of another person pulling out of the water set him on edge.
Jin’s first thought as his brain fog began to clear was: Abeoji would be furious if he knew how badly Jin was always treating his clothing. His second thought was: Ahn-Bo. Immediately Jin felt the rush of memories from the past few hours tumble back to him. The club, the drinks, the show, Blackwood, the bite, their argument— then, all at once, every ounce of color remaining drained from Jin’s face. His confession.
Startling visibly out of his skin at his brother’s call, Jin lurched a few centimeters off the stone and turned a wild eyed gaze in the wolf’s direction. All at once his heart began to pound too fast in his chest and Jin felt a small wave of panic and nausea roll up through his system. “Ahn-Bo-ah,” he chirped, miserably quietly. Jin forced himself into a seated position and pulled his legs the rest of the way out of the water. “Museun iliya?” It was kind of a stupid question, but he was still dazed and feeling a bit dizzy. If he looked a little illness stricken and shivered from the cold, it only helped his confused-seeming persona.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
October 10, 2025 – 3:00 AM
Last modified: October 10, 2025 – 3:01 AM by Ahn-Bo Jeong.
At first, Ann-Bo was confused that Jin-a was confused. Had he jumped into the wrong pool? There had been a memory removing one somewhere. There may have been a chance that he’d mistaken where the elf had pointed. The explanation didn’t quite fit. Ahn-Bo wasn’t dazed, nor had he forgotten anything. The driving need to taste and mark had completely dissolved.
”What do you mean?” his tone was carefully neutral. It was possible that Jin was truly disoriented, even if Ahn-Bo wasn’t. They’d had the same amount of alcohol. With the vampire not being able to hold his alcohol, it may have just been the effects hit him more strongly? It was also possible that he was completely lying.
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
Jin didn’t know what he meant so he folded in on himself and said nothing. His head was pounding in his skull, making it almost impossible to even think, and he was desperate to dry off. He patted himself down looking (in vain) for his wand before remembering he hadn’t seen it for a few days at best. A soft sound of disappointment slipped his lips.
“My wand…” he muttered. “It must be back home.” His voice was soft and his gaze was evasive as Jin danced around Ahn-Bo’s question. Maybe if he just avoided the topic altogether, Ahn-Bo wouldn’t ask. (Unlikely, but it was worth a try.) He didn’t know what he was supposed to say anyway. Thank you for trying to drown me after I all but embarrassed both of us and said something that I never, ever, in this life or the next, would will on anyone, least of all you? No. Definitely not.
Jin flicked wet bangs from his eyes and made to stand. Water was still dripping down his arms and chest in rivulets and he shivered again. The robes the grem— elf had left behind still floated nearby and with one glance, they floated closer. Jin reached out for the sleeve of one of them and rubbed it tiredly over his dripping face.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
Ahn-Bo’s eyes narrowed. His question had been completely ignored. The only way to take the meaning of that was that Jin was indeed, lying. Likely horrified at the way he’d behaved and the things he said. Maybe even that other thing… like hell was the wolf going to allow him to take it back.
He huffed in annoyance and pulled his own wand from his vest pocket (thankfully, it wasn’t at the bottom of the pool.) A muttered spell had them both in the dry, clean robes. It felt nearly as soft as silk, which was an impressive accomplishment for the English. Their wet clothes were plopped in a heap nearby. Could he have spelled them to just dry in the clothes theyd had on? Sure, though then he would have missed the view of the vampire in his robe, tied just as loosely closed as his own.
”Any other excuse you want to think up?” he asked dryly.
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
With his back turned, Jin was able to be avoidant and miss the look on Ahn-Bo’s face at his avoidance. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was going to get out of this one. They lived together; he couldn’t ignore his brother forever! It was win and win for now though until the other pulled out his own wand and gave it a wave. Instantly Jin felt the wash of magic over him and he turned in time to see two sets of wet clothing fold themselves neatly into a small pile on the floor. In their place was an (albeit warm) soft robe, but it was hanging a little loose. Mortified, Jin yanked his further closed and shuffled sideways a little, a warm blush leeching color back into his cheeks. Ahn-Bo’s snarky comment only made him blush harder.
A small frown pinched Jin’s brow as he studied the stone underfoot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said softly. “Or why you changed us into these.” Jin burrowed his face deeper into his robe, like a turtle into its shell. He was still cold and now growing increasingly awkward. It was one strategy to try and wait Ahn-Bo out. It was another to just— run. And while Jin would have preferred to do neither, the latter seemed difficult without his full faculties. Suddenly, he realized too: he was at Ahn-Bo’s mercy to get home. Jin felt his head throb.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
The vampire's reaction to suddenly being in a robe was instant relief. There was the blush and modesty he recognized. (Not that Ahn-Bo had minded intoxicated Jin's assertiveness, so long as Jin was okay and aware of it happening—this was not that.) The soft-spoken Jin-a he knew best had returned... right along with his evasiveness. Usually, Ahn-Bo was more than happy to go right along with it. Even with his own enchantment cleaned off, he was still angry and indignant. Still, he wanted to get his brother's freedom so they could live their lives however they wanted. Together, hopefully. His sense had returned, and rather than just react impulsively, he was able to think things through a little more. (Not that his logic was reliable, even on a good day.)
"Geureomyo," Ahn-Bo sighed in disappointment as he stood to his feet. His own robe was just as loose as Jin-a's had been; it was closed just enough to cover everything below the "v' on his lower abdomen. They both had some deep scratches, distinct nail imprints, and a few bruises. Though Ahn-Bo was more concerned with the bitemark, which wouldn't be covered by English fashions. He waved loosely at his own throat, "There's a healing pool we need to find."
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
Jin could still feel the echoes of restlessness in his chest. They were likely imagined and not residual because it felt anxious and hollow more than igniting. But the words he’d said, the restraint he hadn’t heeded was fresh and painted across his painful skull. He didn’t know what there was to do about it except apologize but what kind of apology could possibly make up for what he’d ruined? There were not words enough or actions to take back his truth or re-close the door that had been yanked open. It blew frostily from his side as Jin peeked, metaphorically, and glimpsed at the blame Ahn-Bo rested on his shoulders for their situation. He’d always suspected as much, perhaps the way his brother had suspected how he felt, but it was another thing altogether to have it confirmed.
(And this confirmation was yet another reason Jin hated himself for telling the truth. He didn’t deserve to dump his feelings on Ahn-Bo when he was the one responsible for the poor wolf’s miserable reality.)
The sigh and formal agreement from his brother felt like a twisted knife. He was putting distance between them. Jin turned away wordlessly. He didn’t want Ahn-Bo to see the emotions scrawled across his face that he was having difficulty schooling. He didn’t know anything about a healing pool but there was no use resisting it. If this was what his brother wanted, who was Jin to argue with him?
He shuffled in place a little as the wolf stood and distinctly kept his gaze averted as the fabric of Ahn-Bo’s robes decided to do what it wanted. His cheeks were slightly pink but guilt and not looking helped. He wandered off in the direction of the inner arches then to where there was quite a bit more steam emanating from one of the pools.
Passing through a set of arches that felt almost like doors, Jin’s tension relaxed immediately. Every one of his senses was drawn to something else— the smell of musk and incense, the sound of burbling waters, the feel of warm steam clinging to the cold on his skin. Blinking quickly, he remembered that the elf had said they were all different. One in particular seemed to be calling to him though: the warmest and bubbliest of the pools. Jin wandered a little closer and the faint scent of incense from before intensified, colored by amber. It was a familiar smell that reminded him of… safety, comfort, home.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
Jin remained silent, which didn't bode well for either of them. Once his walls were up, there was no breaking them down—no matter how much Ahn-Bo poked and prodded. He could have had a battering ram, and the walls wouldn't have moved an inch. If the vampire thought they could go back to how it had been before his confession, he was not only stubborn but also delusional. Ahn-Bo wouldn't be able to let this go. Even if his confession hadn't been as direct as Jin-a's, he'd still made one of his own.
It seemed the vampire agreed with him, or was at least cooperating, as he padded through the arches and toward the other pools. (It would have been nice if he'd been cooperate a few minutes ago before they'd both plunged into the icy pool.) As Ahn-Bo passed through the archway, he caught sight of the elf fussing over the mess they had made. He felt guilty for having done it; it had been necessary. Or maybe he should have just left everything as is and said to hell with it. Who knew how differently the night could have gone?
A familiar scent wafted through the air. It smelled of honey, plum blossom, and an undercurrent of smoky pine. Sweet, earthy, and a little dark beneath. It didn't take the werewolf long to sort out that it smelled like his brother (odd, but not unpleasant.) He padded up beside the vampire to peer into the bubbling water. Ahn-Bo wanted so badly to see Jin-a's expression. The silent treatment and even turning away from him had made it impossible to know what he was thinking. Even the iridescent liquid didn't show any reflections, which meant he was going into this blind. "It smells like you," he murmured softly.
The smell clung to the air around him and imbued itself into Jin’s every essence. He felt calmer here, more at peace. As Ahn-Bo padded up beside him and commented, a slight memory flashed across Jin’s mind. It was the same smell that he sometimes caught on warm days back in Joseon when Ahn-Bo would walk by and leave his scent lingering in the hallway. This pool smelled like him. Jin blushed both at his brother’s comment and the association he’d had with the scent before realizing. That was perhaps the most frustrating bit: he did associate Ahn-Bo with safety, comfort and the only home he’d ever had. “Ne,” Jin breathed quietly in agreement. “You too.”
Crouching down to test the water, Jin reached one hand into the burbling, bubbling pool. It was perfectly warmed to the exact temperate that felt enticing to his cold body. “It’s like a hot spring,” he commented absently to Ahn-Bo. Jin wasn’t sure if it was the healing pool that had been mentioned but it seemed as likely a bet. It was the only one that beckoned him with the quiet ease that healing would offer. (Right?)
Jin settled himself on the stone and pulled up his robe just enough to drop his feet over the side. Then, looking up at his brother, he tugged gently on whatever fabric he could reach— not thinking about how loosely tied Ahn-Bo’s robe was to begin with. (But if it fell open because he was negligent, it wasn’t Jin’s fault.) “Sit with me,” he begged softly.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
October 10, 2025 – 9:23 PM
Last modified: October 10, 2025 – 10:09 PM by Ahn-Bo Jeong.
His irritation melted away just as quickly as it had surfaced. He never could stay upset with Jin-a for long—especially when he was more soft than silent. The pool smelling differently to them (of each other, in fact) wasn't something he bothered to sort out. There were far more important things on his mind. Ahn-Bo snuck a glance at the vampire; his expression was unreadable.
Less sweet was Ahn-Bo's immediate intrusive thought that told him to push Jin in as he crouched over the edge. Had the air between them not been so strained, he may have done it. If it had been any of the other brothers, he would have definitely given into the temptation. Now was not the time for play.
"At least we won't freeze," he stated. It had been a long while since they'd been able to enjoy a hot spring together. When they'd been at school, they had snuck off to the hot springs far too often. It had been nice, just the two of them. Ahn-Bo had never had any regrets—no matter how many punishments he got from it. He grinned nostalgically, "It's just like when we were students."
He was going to follow his brother into whatever pool he chose. Had been seconds away from doing just that, before Jin's invitation. Ahn-Bo's heart gave a hopeful flutter. "Ne," the wolf had agreed just as the bottom of his robe was tugged. It had been loose to begin with. With the encouragement of the tug, it slid off his shoulder and dropped to his feet. He couldn't help his smirk as he teased. "Maybe not just like then."
His brother’s response made Jin smile slightly too. He remembered those days… sneaking out (or being tossed out) of the library to slip away when nobody was looking to the hot springs. It was quiet and warm there; Jin’s two favorite things. With Ahn-Bo by his side too he hadn’t need anything else. The punishments were always worth it when they got scolded together. Not unlike today, he thought to himself.
At the soft agreement that Ahn-Bo would sit, Jin should have let go of the robe. He’d pushed his luck enough with its fragile tie but Jin was a clingy soul and he hadn’t realized just how close to coming undone the thing really was. It fell into a heap beside him with the sound of rumpling fabric and he blinked at it, still holding the corner. Whoops. Of course— Ahn-Bo only smirked.
Jin was already blushing as he made the mistake to look back up and the view was… too much for him (especially from this angle). Warm golden eyes widened as an unwelcome something zipped down his spine and to his toes. He felt warm all over suddenly, and the color in his cheeks was rosier than ever. Jin blinked and then averted his gaze quickly. He wanted to say something teasing, or something chastising, but the words died on his tongue. No. This was nothing like when they were children.
Clearing his throat a bit, Jin waited for his brother to take a seat. The water was warm and enticing as he stared into its depths. The lull from before was stronger now, like a siren song pulling him deeper. Jin raised a skeptical brow. “This pool’s not going to do anything weird to us, is it?” he couldn’t help but ask. After his last little show he wasn’t interested in anything except healing.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
A ripple of pride raced up his spine at the vampire's look. The endearingly predictable blush that bloomed across Jin's cheeks made him laugh, though he did have to clear his throat and look away for a moment. Now was not the time to reminisce about the last time Jin had been in a similar position. Think of something else, think of something else... the odd, wrinkly, bug-eyed creature in the other room did just the trick. Ahn-Bo took a seat (tucking his robe around his waist so that one—his ass wasn't directly on the cold stone, and two—he had a modicum of modesty.) The warm water lapped around his legs. He'd wondered if the iridescence would leave a trace on their skin, though it appeared it was contained within the pool. Pity. He wouldn't have minded having a slightly rainbow look for a night.
Jin's question had Ahn-Bo grinning. He bumped his brother's shoulder with his own, "There's only one way to find out." A beat later, he'd pushed himself off the edge and sunk into the pool of water, dunking himself fully underneath for good measure. It was ironic how he had suddenly become the impulsive one again—doing whatever he felt like, to hell with the consequences—now that Jin-a was back to being Jin-a. The werewolf took a moment to blow air bubbles beneath the surface, feeling rather cheerful about it all. They would figure things out. They always did. No matter how intense of a disagreement they'd had, they always found their way back to each other. There was a happy future in store for them. A happy one.
Ahn-Bo surfaced with a radiant smile. "Swim with me, jagiya," he invited softly, a look of pure adoration filling his deep brown eyes. His vampire deserved to feel as happy and light as this. It was the pool's doing, of course, but he didn't mind. The constant pressure that made his chest ache from the worry, the pain, and the hiding. It had all melted away. None of that mattered now. He was here with the man he loved and had spent the last ten years devoted to. This was a moment just for them.
Jin did not fail to notice Ahn-Bo’s laugh at his reaction to… well… him. It was well known that between the two of them Jin had always been the one with a little more shame, but he couldn’t help pulling a face. His brother wasn’t unhappy to see him, that much was for sure, even if he wasn’t totally excited. When he finally settled down enough to actually sit, Jin gave him an amused look, cheeks still quite red.
They sat for a moment, not even long enough for Jin to grow comfortable and rest his tired head against Ahn-Bo’s shoulder, before the other was grinning at him and pushing off into the water. It was with a small huff that Jin watched him go. Any restraint or concern his brother may have demonstrated before when he’d been at loss was evidently gone now. They were back to normal it would seem. He watched quietly, with a silly, slightly lovestruck smile on his face, as Ahn-Bo blew bubbles underwater. Yes, he was definitely back to normal and Jin was - surprisingly - relieved.
As Ahn-Bo resurfaced, he dripped rivulets over his perfect cheekbones. Jin didn’t have time to hide his silly expression before the wolf was inviting him in. Jagiya, he’d said again. The swell of adoration in Jin’s chest at the term bloomed into the blush in his cheeks but he was relieved his brother hadn’t taken his spiteful words to heart. It was the one domesticity he relished between them; a small reminder that he was, at least on the surface, dear to Moon Ahn-Bo.
Shrugging out of his own robe, Jin slipped into the water rather modestly. At once the goosebumps on his skin seemed to grow appeased as the gentle warmth bubbled all around him. Jin let out a soft sigh as the tension in his muscles relaxed fully and his slight smile was coaxed into a full, if lopsided little grin. One dimple. He splashed water on his face and rubbed his eyes, the headache beginning to recede. Then, he moved closer to Ahn-Bo and reached out one arm to hang gently off his brother’s shoulder. “Jagiya,” he echoed, softly. A grateful acknowledgement or an apology, he wasn’t sure. “Yeogi isseoyo.”
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
Jin was perfect. If only he would have taken a little more time between removing his robe and slipping into the water. The vampire was shy about looking, but Ahn-Bo certainly wasn't. He couldn't stop grinning as he watched his brother move closer. Even though there were no reflections in the pool itself, Jin-a's almost translucent skin reflected the iridescence of the water.
He threaded his fingers through the hand Jin-a had placed on his shoulder. They could just stay here like this. Forever. "How are you feeling now?" he asked quietly, eyes shining as they drifted across Jin's features. Tracking the droplets of water as they dripped from his black hair, caressing each and every sharp plane and soft curve as it returned to the water below.
In the dim light, Jin studied his brother’s softened expression. He’d long ago since memorized the curves and edges of Ahn-Bo’s perfect face but it was even more handsome dripping warm water and looking at him like that. His honey brown eyes had some lighter spots that you could only see in a certain conditions and up very close. Right now his pupils were somewhat dilated and the longer Jin looked at him, the more they grew. The little vampire smiled softly. He was used to being in a state of perpetual blushing when they were together, but today he didn’t mind it. The flush that warmed him now was not just embarrassment; it was also affection and a little of something else as he raised his free hand to gently brush wet bangs out of his brother’s eyes.
Ahn-Bo threaded their fingers together and studied him in return. Jin stuck out his lower lip in a slightly thoughtful expression and inclined his head to the side. He was feeling quite a lot better now actually, even if the embarrassment of it still twisted in his gut. “Better,” he hummed. Then, because he couldn’t help the optimistic feeling swelling in his brain like some kind of drug and knowing it was really now or never, Jin pressed a small kiss to his brother’s exposed shoulder. “Mianhe,” he whispered gently. “For yelling at you and being…” rude was the only word for it, but it wasn’t quite strong enough for all that had come pouring out. Jin looked away searching. “…like that,” he finally ended with. Something in his gut told him not to continue, to just end it there and let his brother tease him so it could be forgotten. Any other time he might have pressed on, trying to take back the latter part of their conversation and admitting he hadn’t meant to put that out there— but the pool stopped him. In this instance, all Jin could think about was the swelling hum of contentment and safety he got from floating gently here. They could stay like this; forever.
* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.
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