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the delacour-weasley family ↯ victoire, louis, & dominique

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A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

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daniel radcliffe calling out j.k. rowling on her bullshit is big dick energy

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Dust rained down upon Bill for what felt like the twentieth time that day. Even when the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, he felt like a pound of dirt had settled into his lungs. Shaking the grit from his hair and trying to find a clean spot on his shirt to wipe his eyes, Bill sat back on the ground and studied the impenetrable wall of earth before him that was preventing him from entering the room that held what would be his latest acquisition. Whoever had set up the hexes around this tomb had been very, very clever.  They had buried the door behind the dirt wall, and hexed it so that no matter how you went about it, you could never break through more than a few inches before a massive cloud of dust appeared and practically smothered you.

Bill Weasley was never the type to give up, but after a week of choking on dust, he was nearly ready to call it quits. His employer had already been nagging him about how long it was taking to get this job done, and he loathed having to report in after another failed day that they were no closer to acquiring the treasure than they had been when they started this expedition. Still, he exhausted and he needed to consult a few texts before having another crack at the wall. A shower wouldn't hurt, either.

Leaving the tomb, Bill apparated to his employer's office in the Cairo branch of Gringotts, dust falling from nearly ever part of him and leaving a small pile of sand on Grinrig's pristine Persian manticore rug. His usual grimace deepened at the sight, his gruff voice cutting across Bill before he could even speak.

"Don't tell me, you've wasted another day."

"Whoever put up the curses knew what they were doing," Bill said by way of explanation, knowing that no answer would appease the goblin.

"I don't need to remind you that you will not be paid until I receive the item, Weasley." Grinrig paused for a moment, eyeing the wizard with disdain. "Should I look for someone more qualified?"

"No, sir," Bill answered readily. "I promise, I can retrieve the item. I just need a few more days."

"Two." Grinrig replied evenly. "You have two days, then you're fired. Get out."

Bill felt grateful for even the smallest extension and nodded his head, sending another shower of dirt and sand onto the rug. "Thank you, sir."

Before Grinrig could grimace again about the added mess, Bill apparated to the small village that had become home to him in Egypt.  Karihsmak was home to a predominantly Egyptian collective of witches and wizards.  Much like Hogsmeade in Scotland, there were shops, and taverns, and affordable living. Lying near the banks of the Nile River, the desert gave way to green-space here, providing a small oasis in the otherwise harsh climate.

Making his way to his favourite tavern, Bill cast a quick cleansing charm on himself to remove most of the dirt from his hair and clothes. He knew his face would still be streaked, but lately that was nothing new. As he entered, he spied a man at a table near an open window, an orange tabby seated on the table top pawing at a saucer the man was pouring milk into. Bill laughed and shook his head as he approached. 

"Still feeding that bloody cat, Seb?"

The young Egyptian wizard smirked but didn't look up as the cat began to lap at the milk. "All creatures deserve charity, my friend."

"Says the wizard who makes a living by swindling Muggles." Bill smirked as he slid into the chair opposite the other man.

At this Seb did look up, holding up a finger as he countered, "Muggles believe only what their eyes and minds allow." 

Seb, a parseltongue, billed himself as a snake charmer to unsuspecting Muggle tourists, knowing they wouldn't understand the magic that was taking place between the snakes in Seb's employ and Seb. It always worked out well for Seb and the snakes--Muggles would practically throw money at him to see him kiss a cobra, and the snakes were always well fed and well cared for.  

"Besides, Muggles who can afford the luxury of going on holiday hardly need the charity, do they?"

"Fair point," Bill conceded, motioning to the tavern keeper to bring them a round.  

"I take it you still haven't broken the curse?"

"What gave it away?" Bill deadpanned, sitting back and watching the cat drink. "I really think Grinrig's on the verge of sacking me this time."

"He won't. You're the best curse-breaker there is, and he knows it. Goblins are just...impatient." 

"I've got two days to figure this one out, Seb. Two days!! This is the Cursed Vaults all over again, except this time I'm not facing expulsion from Hogwarts and Professor McGongall's wrath... I'm facing being fired...or worse."

Seb was laughing at the English wizard with open amusement. "You will break the curse. Of this, I am certain."

"Yeah, wish I had your confidence." Bill picked up the shot glass brimming with Firewhiskey and tossed it back quickly. "You still on for going to the match this weekend? If I'm not sacked and selling my possessions by then, that is."

"Egypt against England," Seb grinned. "You think I would miss seeing your team getting crushed again?"

"Again? Pft." Bill argued, picking dirt from under his nails as a distraction. "England can't possibly lose as badly as they did last time."

Seb roared with laughter, making the cat jump beside him, and the wizard pet her to sooth her.  "Admit it, Bill. England doesn't stand a chance against our players."

Downing a second shot of Firewhiskey to avoid having to make that confession, Bill wiped his mouth on the back of his dirty hand, merely smearing more dirt across his face. "I best get to the flat and see if I can figure out a counter-curse against that bloody wall." He rose and scratched the cat behind the ears. "You mind if I borrow your owl? I think I might see if I can get a second opinion from someone." 

"About the curse or about your Quidditch team?" Seb teased with a smirk, then nodded. 

Bill clapped him on the shoulder. "See you back at the flat, then."

Leaving enough sickles on the table to cover the tab for the two shots, Bill headed off and made his way to his and Seb's shared flat, making a mental list of everything he needed to do. First, the shower. Second, he would write to an old professor he'd kept in touch with and inquire about spells that he, perhaps, had yet to consider. Third, he would pour through his texts to try and find the answer. 

The only thing Bill knew for certain at this moment in his life was that if England didn't win the match against Egypt this weekend, he was giving up all hope on ever hearing the end of it from Seb.