#feat. my heavy breathing lmfao

[emkini]

Testing to see if my horse will lose his shit when I put the costume I'm designing on him (scary) (intense)

[missmeinyourbones]

since u are jean's little baby, imma ask for jean and "believe me i could do it"

jean kirstein x “believe me, i could do it”

request a character & a prompt :3

Love had always been a fickle feat for you—people constantly made it appear so easy to love and be loved, to give yourself away to another on a whim. You never understood how others could make it look so instinctual.

Jean, on the other hand, loves likes it’s his second nature. He loves like he breathes—so naturally, he’s unaware he’s even doing it most of the time.

Though he tried, he failed to understand how you refused to let yourself be worthy of receiving his love. He had so much of it to give, all he wanted to do was shower you with what he knows he can provide for you. However, you continued to refuse his endeavors every single time, and it frustrated him.

“I don’t know, Jean, I think you might be a little in over your head here,” you attempt to explain to him. “I’m a handful, really—”

“I have two hands for a reason,” he’s quick to respond, “So I could actually handle two of you, for the record.”

“Jean,” you frown at his charming comment regarding the seriousness of the heavy topic. He raises his eyebrows and holds his hands up like you’ve just accused him of committing a crime—he feels like he’s committing one, the way you’re denying his embraces.

“I’m serious,” you continue, “You deserve someone who will accept your love as easily as you give it. Someone who won’t put up a fight every single time you try to hold them. I don’t think that I can be loved in a way that is fair to you—”

“I could love you so good,” he’s quick to interrupt you once more, refusing to let you speak a false narrative into existence any second longer.

“Like so so good,” he continues, assures you. There’s something in his eyes that makes you want to believe him.

“Believe me, I could do it.”

After a moment of silence, he decides that you’re still not fully convinced, and he’s never been one to give up that easily.

“I want you, as you are—including the stubborn attitude and pessimism,” he begs, attempting to lighten up the load you’ve put onto yourself. You laugh a little at that, and he’s never been more grateful.

“I mean it, let me. Let me love you good.”

And for a second, you truly believe him.

NOTE: AHHHH it is i, jean’s little baby <3 that is so cute im blushin and kickin my feet around LMFAO embarrassing :/ thank u for requesting babie i hope u enjoy 

[therewillbedancing]

masterlist — rules — taglist form — request through my ask !

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED . . ➯ CEDRIC DIGGORY

pairing: cedric diggory x f!reader | genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, some pining | warnings: cursing, bad writing lmfao | word count: 2,098

isha's notes: this is a long one lol i got VERY carried away .. <3 i started writing this at around 6pm and i'm now posting this at almost 12 midnight KJSKJS this is why i cannot, for the life of me, post a fic a day (i salute anyone who does !!!)

“you good to go?” y/n, previously lost in thought, tore her eyes away from the window of the train. she hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up the sleeping calico beside her, “yeah, yeah, sorry.”

cedric diggory stood at the doorway of the compartment, a smirk resting on his lips. he clicked his tongue and shook his head as the two walked down the narrow hallway of the hogwarts express. “if i hadn’t come and looked for you, who knows where you’ll be once you get your head out of the clouds.”

cedric’s hot breath fanned the back of her neck as he spoke. “oh, what to do without you, diggory?” y/n scoffed, “you’ve had your head boy badge for no less than a day and think you’re some hero.”

“y/l/n, i’ve saved your ass a hundred times,” cedric retorted back as he jumped off the train onto the platform. he extended a hand towards her, “at this point, i should be a chocolate frog card.”

“fits because you are a total toad,” the girl snapped back, ignoring his outstretched hand and walked past the amused brunette. cedric soon caught up with her, placing a heavy arm over her shoulder making y/n wince. “tell me what you were thinking about?”

“ow, ced, take your bloody arm — wait!” y/n shouted out of the blue, taking cedric’s hand and dragging him towards the self-pulling carriage that was about to leave for the castle. they sprinted as fast as their legs could while waving their hands frantically.

y/n can hear cedric’s breathless giggles as he holds her hand tighter. she looked over at him. the yellowy white glow of the moon looming big in the clear september night sky made his face look … warmer, contrasting the chilly breeze flowing past them as they ran hand in hand. cedric looked back at her, eyes bright and smiling. maybe that’s where all the stars went, she thought.

the two out of breath teenagers finally settled in the carriage after an earful from professor mcgonagall about punctuality. cedric and y/n shared a glance before bursting in laughter, ignoring the weirded out glances the two second years in they shared the carriage with threw at them.

that night, y/n lay wide-eyed in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts about the upcoming school year: the arrival of the durmstrang and beauxbatons kids and the triwizard tournament. as she pictured the image of the brunette under the moonlight, she thought maybe her sixth year was the start of something new.

all i knew, this morning when i woke, is i know something now, know something now i didn’t before.

y/n awoke that wednesday morning with flushed cheeks, eyes blinking uncontrollably as she tried to recall the slipping memory of her dream. they played back in fast motion, blurry and confusing. she was unable to focus on a certain still frame other than the feeling of her best friend’s hand stroking her hair, his soft lips finding its home on her forehead. she could still hear the echo of his voice saying something incomprehensible but filling her heart with warmth nonetheless.

she dashed towards the bathroom in their dorm ignoring the questions from her roommates. cold water trickled down her face as she rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the image of cedric diggory’s smile at the back of her eyelids.

“what the fuck,” y/n whispered under her breath as she stared at herself on the mirror. “what the fuck.”

“you okay, y/n?” emily, one of her roommates, called from the other side of the door. “we’re heading down for breakfast now.”

“yes, i’m fine!” y/n shouted back, patting her face dry with a towel, “i’ll just catch-up with you guys at the great hall.”

i just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now.

ever since her dream, cedric looked and felt like a different person. y/n couldn’t pinpoint exactly why his grey eyes looked dreamier or how his voice seemed to be laced with honey or how his touch felt like there were supernovae exploding on her skin. she had known the boy since they were little, wide-eyed and without a care in the world. he was just cedric — the golden boy of hogwarts, kind, brave, irresistibly handsome…

y/n shook her head slightly.

“this —” george bellowed out of nowhere causing y/n to jump in her seat, the ham from her club sandwich falling on the grass, “— is a gift for you, dear friend.”

“my ham is ruined!” y/n huffed as she looked at the sad-looking piece of meat. angelina, who sat beside her, chuckled as she patted her back.

“we’re sorry about that, but we bet you a hundred galleons that this is better!” said fred, occupying the space beside her. in his hands was a red box filled with what appeared to be sweets individually wrapped in colorful packaging. “take one, y/n.”

y/n looked at the twins sternly, cautiously dipping her hand into the box. “if this is one of your joke products, i swear to god i’m going to punch the smirks out of your faces.”

“shiver me timbers,” george mocked, a sly smirk on his face. “go on, y/n/n. try one!”

y/n took a piece, unwrapping it slowly to reveal a bright dual-colored pastille with a citrusy grape scent. she was about to bite off the orange-colored side when it suddenly flew from between her fingertips to a good few meters behind them.

“i just saved you from spilling your guts all over your herbology textbook,” cedric diggory, dashing as ever, stood in front of the small group. he held his wand in front of him, suggesting that he was the one who sent the pastille flying. he sat himself on the grass, picking up the discarded candy wrapper. “puking pastilles.”

“what a spoilsport,” fred exclaimed.

“we were just trying to test our products!” added george.

“on your unsuspecting friend?” cedric questioned.

“oh, come on, diggory. a classic weasley prank won’t do harm on your girlfriend,” fred teased, high-fiving with his giggling twin. angelina, who was trying to hide her laughter at cedric’s and y/n’s expressions, nudged the girl teasingly.

“sod off, weasley,” y/n exclaimed.

she threaded her fingers together, distracting herself from cedric’s burning gaze. her cheeks were a shade of pink from fred’s remark so she couldn’t show her face. as far as she knows, cedric was no legilimens but it felt like he could read his mind if she ever so slightly meet his eyes.

and all my walls stood tall painted blue; but I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and open up the door for you.

cedric and y/n sat on a bench at the courtyard. cedric was laying on his back, his head cradled on y/n’s lap as she read a muggle book. it was the night after the intense first task which cedric has graciously came out well and alive. the victory party had died down a little and the two friends decided to go out for a breather, the dancing and drinking tiring their bones but still refusing to call it a night.

“i’m scared,” cedric confessed. slightly taken aback, y/n put her book down. she looked at his face, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks devoid of its usual rosy tint. his grey eyes stared at the star-studded night sky, fearful and uncertain.

y/n stroke his hair gently. “i know, and i am too,” cedric closed his eyes, “the tournament … we knew it’s going to be difficult and treacherous, but i believe in you, ced. we’re going to get through this together.”

cedric wasn’t one to open up to people. despite his polite and friendly reputation, he was mostly a closed book. he grew up with the promise and pressure of greatness, holding his father’s and the school’s expectations on his shoulders. it was hard to show weakness when every one thought of you as strong.

but it was different with y/n. with her, there was no need to hide.

cedric opened his eyes. he met her gaze causing butterflies to erupt in her stomach. the longer he held her gaze, more and more appeared as they began to rise to her lungs making it harder to breathe.

god was he beautiful. so beautiful that she wanted to kiss him right then and there.

that’s your best friend, for godric’s sake.

cedric chuckled, shifting his eyes back to the stars. fuck, y/n thought. he’s reading my mind, i swear —

“you’re looking at me like that again,” he said.

“like what?”

“like you want to kiss me,” cedric answered. “trust me, i know, because i look at you that way too.”

‘cause all i know is we said ‘hello’, and your eyes look like coming home.

“i’ll see you after potions?” cedric asked as y/n sat with her friends in the great hall.

“yep, so we can finally figure out that stupid egg together,” y/n nodded, returning his smile before walking back to the hufflepuff table.

fred cleared his throat, “are you done ogling at your best friend?”

y/n sent him a pointed look, “what is it with you, fred?”

“you and diggory are the daftest, shallowest people in all of the wizarding world,” fred exasperated.

“cedric is the golden boy of hogwarts and you’re at the top of our year yet you two are the biggest idiots i know,” george added. “and that’s saying something because ronald weasley is my brother.”

“and … ?”

george sighed in frustration, “you painfully obviously fancy each other!”

y/n chuckled nervously, returning her attention to her lunch. “you’re talking out of your arse, weasley.”

“look, has he asked you out to the yule ball?” fred inquired as he leaned closer to the girl. y/n only stared at him without a word. “he has not? oh, he’s really stupid.”

“that’s not a problem,” george said, licking gravy off the back of his spoon. “you should ask him, y/n. we live in modern times, there’s no shame in that.”

y/n sighed, adjusting her posture. “i’m already going with someone, for your information. and if you excuse me, i want to eat my lunch in peace.”

all i know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours.

she felt magical.

y/n stared at her reflection on the bathroom mirror, a big grin on her lips.

“y/n/n, you look so gorgeous,” emily complimented, tucking some of her lose hair behind her ear.

y/n faced her friend and enveloped her in a tight hug, “you too, emmy. i’m so excited for tonight.”

“i know! how lucky we are to be able to be in hogwarts during the yule ball,” emily remarked as they headed out of their common room.

at the top of the staircase stood cedric diggory. he looked so good just standing there in his black dressing gown and neatly styled brown hair. he had his hands clasped together, looking around apprehensively.

emily nudged y/n, nodding at the boy’s direction. “go, i’ll see you later.”

y/n smiled before heading towards her best friend. she drew a deep breath, “hey, ced.”

enamoured, cedric’s smile grew and his previous anxious feeling melted away. he held his arms open for a hug which she instantly accepted. “you look enchanting.”

“are you flirting?” y/n teased.

cedric smirked. “i have been since fourth year, dummy.”

“oh, shut it,” y/n scoffed as they descended down to the great hall. the pair found their place among the other champions and their dates, waiting for the opening dance.

shortly, the large doors to the great hall swung open. it was beautiful, the white christmas theme making the castle even more wondrous.

“you good to go?” cedric asked. y/n nodded slightly, linking her arms with his as they entered the great hall.

y/n met fred’s and george’s eyes, flashing them a smirk and a wink. their mouths were wide open contrasting angelina’s wide grin.

the pair reached the middle of the hall. a slow song began to reverberate through the room, the world disappearing as cedric and y/n met each other's eyes.

all i know since yesterday is everything has changed.

[headgehug]

headgehug playlist masterlist :3

i’m going to go back in time through my playlists because some of the old ones are really incriminating. <3 live your dreams, make your personal blorbo soundtracks.

edit: updated as of 2023, the best ones in bold bc I know it's um a long list

harmoanica - slutty as hell to play the mouth organ. why do you wanna show us you can suck and blow. (not much here yet, send me your best recs).

cry cry cry - holy hell. tearjerker countryesque playlist.

village - just a 60s dumping ground as I listen to albums but it's really good so . lol

everybody in this country club desires me carnally - I'm a nice young lady and I like the kind of music old country club men like to hog and it makes me feel superior but I know I'm just a young lady and my feelings of superiority mean nothing to stop them viewing me as an object Kick Ass Tunes!

well, this is the forest of Arden - songs that are nice to pretend you're walking through ?? it helps to be inebriated.

only you - for the movie so I married an axe murderer <3 90s grungey romance (YES "there she goes" is on there 4 times like in the movie)

well. - nothing special just beatles according to what I've listened to so far. and;

a second, deeper well - john lennon according to what I've listened to so far + songs that I deem adjacent. embarrassing! so it goes

do NOT rewatch skins - skins uk for real makes me feel miserable so I made this to stop me in my stupid tracks

yellow light - if I were to share any of these as a genuine rec it would be this (or I Walk The Line, much much later on the list). this is soft slow afternoons on the couch thru the lens of 60s folk-y rock

Pandora's box - my first "social" media was pandora radio comment sections. does that explain anything. early 2010s indie ""sleaze"" as they kids say

forever zed - zed from police academy :) punk rock and more for a very funky guy

they say that it's over - yeah it's a stranger things 4 chrissy/eddie playlist sue me.

dream on - songs I wanna rock garth algar of wayne's world's world to. if you get my drift

a deal with god - this is just like "maybe my gods" but more specific in some ways. like in the longing way

roulette wheel - 17 hrs of all the emo hits. go on, give it a spin.

one crazy summer - playlist for THE summer movie of all time feat bobcat goldthwait.

big stack of records - what I think charlie would actually listen to based on the records in his apartment

nurse - for the nurse in hotel artemis! inspired by her listening to california dreamin

orange - this is technically @charlies-freckles 's but I helped :) it's like soft orange light through a window

complicated relationship with religion - i got so into black veil brides etc and then got in mega trouble at home and got my secular music privileges rescinded. lmfao. so what I had was my dad's old christian metal... which I do treasure now lol

i’m a fool to want you - the janitor always mops twice au, film noir and 40s inspired

air - it’s like romance for when you’re trying to pick up artsy chicks. [lie] not inspired by anything by the way. (trips and falls and the thought of charlie day playing ‘to be of use’ by smog for his wife falls out of my pockets)

untitled - sons of anarchy inspired playlist. my interest in the show fizzled out before i could finish but it still goes hard.

we’re spontaneous! - i want you back inspired classic rock romantic mix. heavy on the rod stewart.

it’s a time machine - going the distance inspired 80s/synth pop ballads and yes it starts out with take my breath away.

the trick is to keep breathing - the chronicles of amber inspired playlist for random & vialle’s relationship lol. the title references how to get into remba you have to walk into the water without holding your breath but it’s also a song by garbage.. wow

untitled gamer longing - when you want to play something but don’t know what you want to play and also you feel sad.

disco elysium hotel room - disco elysium but it’s mostly lana del rey for when you’re thirsting after the miserable old man

you make me feel like i can do anything - ska playlist with a little touch of wow i wish charlie kelly was my boyfriend

pocket candy - playlist for when you’re gonna put out for the cute janitor

roller rink mix - 80s/early 90s skating mix to go with my fic

indoor stargazing - songs I would never partake in any substances to btw. actually for real because these are so good on their own.

squadra - um, jojo’s bizarre adventure in 2022 because i’m still not over la squadra from part five?

it’s pronounced “nice” - acapulco hotel artemis playlist. it’s more 80s jams but this time a little sleazier, a little more “it’s a sin” a little more “maneater”

mild mannered romantic lead - uhh, another 80s/90s playlist but this time some just like heaven, some hopelessly devoted to you.

violent women <3 - rage playlist to drive home from work to. or to work to, i don’t judge.

in the suburbs - my serious macden playlist, cowboy angst inspired

oh so he’s a captain now? - my captain jack harkness playlist but it’s mostly billy joel just be warned, it’s really good though.

living in the question - less of a hermann gottleib playlist than it is just a me being very sad and lonely playlist but that’s fucking lame to say <3 dark academia core

oct31 - boring ass Halloween playlist

it’s closer than you think - owen harper torchwood angst playlist that starts out with elton john’s jaunty “i think i’m gonna kill myself”

men seeking other men - vaguely charmacden twinsizedmattressy vibes

you came back! - toshiko sato torchwood angst playlist. one could describe it as kafka-esque

mcdn - macden emogirl playlist

cbmflau - charbitch my fair lady au playlist. musical numbers i think charlie and his smart bf should kiss to

and the living is easy - it’s like if hemingway did trip hop.

why would someone name a knife? - horizon zero dawn’s niloy presents: badass scores

elf friends - sam/frodo lord of the rings inspired, also just general sad, beautiful yearning.

hasty folk aren’t we? - merry/pippin lord of the rings inspired. 90s, early 00s, sweltering summers in cars without ac.

crimson and clover - dad rock playlist of songs i thought kicked ass when i was 16 (they still do)

necromancin dancin - when you’re dead and evil and cool as fuck

the sun you cannot feel - my d&d oc lol

subaru crosstrek - god i don’t know how to describe this one unless you’ve seen big time adolescence. it’s like loser music.

not so great - oikawa haikyuu inspired depressing hyperpop i think...... don’t judge <3

brainmelt - vaporwave recommendations!

i know it’s over - it’s over but you’re still in love, whatever that means.

one way or another - yuri fire emblem three houses core. it’s like, sexy, evil, hype.

hymns - hubert fire emblem three houses core. it’s like sexy, evil, hype (very different than above, trust me)

are you kidding? - my chuck/blair gossip girl playlist...

2010s flashback - what it says on the tin also send recs please.

villain backstory - i am so so evil.

members only - 80s/90s nerdcore

two drifters - linhardt fire emblem three houses core. it’s like sad, sweet, deep, sleepy.

beach episode - sylvix fe3h flavored beachy sad breakup playlist.

out of my head - prosciutto jjba part 5 flavored sexy gun toting dry 80s inspired getting over your ex by executing various acts of precise violence sort of mood.

early morning radio - it's 4am and you're driving. this is what's on the radio.

super fly - disco! good for cleaning your house.

so it's the same - big depression good music (must confess this is also jjba's jotaro kujo inspired. sorry. "so it's the same kind of stand as star platinum?" but make it oh so it's the same depression everywhere)

go on, thank me - my not so secret god complex mix (jjba kishibe rohan inspired)

maybe my gods - gay gay homosexual gay

do you believe in gravity? - a diopucci playlist but it's just like gregorian chants.

I walk the line - cowboys in love (Jojo part 7 mix)

melodramatic - slutty music I play to impress party people (jjba melone mix lol)

click. hum. - depressing but you're in love so it's okay. and like you want to die but you'd live for them (jjba bruabba mix...8+ hrs long cause I was Going Thru It)

diamond is unbreakable playlist - it's like chill cute music idk the genre name. (josuyasu mix)

Christmas ? - infallible Christmas playlist for people who don't like christmas pop

capricorn - it's like cowboy fantasy music for me. idk.

[wendimydarling]

WELCOME TO THE 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION EVENT!

To every single one of you who follows me, I have to say a wholehearted thank you. 

Five hundred may not seem like a lot, especially compared to some of the writers on this forum, but it means more to me than you’ll ever know. I was never popular growing up; I was raised to believe that I wasn’t special, and that I would never amount to anything more than someone else’s problem. In the last few years I have learned to tell those voices to fuck off, because I am amazing, and the fact that I have gained 500 followers in two months just reiterates that fact. 

I want you all to know that if you ever need to talk about anything at all, my door is always open (from standard awake hours in the american central standard time zone 😂). Ask me anything anonnie, or drop me a DM. I will always answer, nothing is off limits. I want to be there for you the way people were not there for me.

Okay, enough of the HEAVY, let’s get to some fun!

You all voted and it was a tie! So, I will be doing both options one and two! Here is a refresher:

1. Request one of Henry’s characters (characters only!), and I’ll create an odd or interesting fact about them. 

2. Request Henry or one of his characters to go with one of the song choices below, and I’ll write a drabble inspired by that song. Once a song is chosen it cannot be chosen again, and it’s first come first serve, so if you send in an ask choose a couple, that way if your first choice is already taken, I can give you the second or third. I’ll do my best to cross off what has already been taken.

Song Choices:

“Ride all Night” - Jason Aldean - Henry Cavill

“Hold My Girl” - George Ezra - Henry Cavill

“Green Light” - Jonas Brothers

“Peer Pressure” - James Bay feat. Julia Michael - Henry Cavill

“Trumpets” - Jason Derulo - Captain Syverson

“Body Heat” - Selena Gomez

“Wrecking Ball” - Miley Cyrus - Kal-El

“Prayin’” - Kesha

“Rock You Like a Hurricane - The Scorpions - Henry Cavill

“Closer” - Nine Inch Nails - Walter Marshall

“Blue Jeans” - Lana Del Ray - Clark Kent

“Earned It” - The Weekend - August Walker

“Touch Me” - The Doors

“Highway to Hell” - ACDC - Geralt of Rivia

“The Sound of Silence” - Disturbed - Henry Cavill

“The Words” - Christina Perry

“Walls” - Trevor Holmes

“Diamonds and Rust” - Joan Baez

“Little Do You Know” - Alex and Sierra - Captain Syverson

I’m Kissing You” - Des’ree

“Papa Don’t Preach” - Madonna

“Hungry Like the Wolf” - Duran Duran - August Walker

“Toxic” - Britney Spears - Captain Syverson

“Love is a Battlefield” - Pat Benatar - Captain Syverson

“Say Something” - A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera - Walter Marshall

“Toss a Coin to Your Witcher” - Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli feat. Joey Batey - Geralt of Rivia 

“Your Body is a Wonderland” - John Mayer

“Elastic Heart” - Sia - Will Shaw

“When Doves Cry” - Prince - Geralt of Rivia

“Smooth Criminal” - Michael Jackson - August Walker

“Take on Me” - A-HA

“Like a Virgin” - Madonna - August Walker

“Disappear” - Logan Henderson

“2am (Breathe) - Anna Nalick - Walter Marshall

“Chasing Cars” - Snow Patrol - August Walker

“Bad Blood” - Taylor Swift - August Walker

“Sexy and I Know It” - LMFAO - August Walker

“I’m Bringin’ Sexy Back” - Justin Timberlake

“All About that Bass” - Meghan Trainor - Henry Cavill

“Sucker” - Jonas Brothers - Henry Cavill

“Motivation” - Kelly Rowland feat. Snoop Dogg - Captain Syverson

“Walk Me Home” - Pink - Walter Marshall

“Rewrite the Stars” - Zac Efron and Zendaya - Henry Cavill

“Work from Home” - Fifth Harmony - August Walker

“Closer” - The Chainsmokers feat. Halsey

“Let Me Love You” - Jacob Artist/Glee Cast

“Tenerife Sea” - Ed Sheeran - Henry Cavill

“A Man Alone” - Frank Sinatra - August Walker

“Summertime” - Ella Fitzgerald feat. Louis Armstrong - August Walker

“Here You Me” - Jimmy Eat World

Special thanks goes out to my Fan Club: @littlefreya​ @sciapod​ @thiccgeralt​ @fucking-hell-cavill​ @brexrif​ @peakygroupie​ @viking-raider​ @constip8merm8​ @daniig95​ @elinalfrida​ @hell1129-blog​ @oddsnendsfanfics​ @agniavateira​ @dearlybelovedluke​ @sofiebstar​ @wanderinglunarnights​ @mary-ann84​ @onceiwasanun​ @luclittlepond​ @thekingstachemademedoit​ @onceiwasanun​ @iloveyouyen​ @lestersglitterglue​ @funnygirlthatgab​ @wondersofdreaming​

I couldn’t have done it with you guys.

Thank you again to you all for following and reading my stories. I feel so incredibly loved and valued. Enjoy the event, my smutty kings and queens!

Your cool older sister, Wendigo

[roraruu]

wip: wretched and divine

tw: body horror, talking about blood. even more vamp au. i have a problem w this au i wrote like 3k alone today n had an epiphany in second cup over a plot point lmfao

“Relax.”

His voice is melodic and sweet. It would have been calming, had he not been a vampire and she not a hunter. Is it that charm he works ever so magically? That power he has over people?

Perhaps he is like foxglove. She remembers picking some as a child, thinking it would be a good offering to the Earth Mother’s idol. When she came back from the forest with handfuls of it one of the elder priestess’s swatted it out of her tiny hand and scorched it with her fire spell. She was warned that while it looked quite beautiful, it would kill anyone who ate it and that Mila would smite her. Such a tiny thing instilled so much fear into Silque’s feeble heart.

He speaks again, this time lower and sweeter like wine offered at the feet of the idol. Her journal is heavy in her lap, the pen loose between her fingers.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says almost touching her elbow but stopping, as if something pulls at his arm. His gaze holds hers again, eyes a dark red. A ring of violet hangs under his eyes; it cannot be bruising for blood doesn’t run through his veins anymore. It must be a longing left over, a lust that his body has for humanly things like sleep and food and warmth.

“Somehow I don’t believe that.” Silque says, turning her gaze back to the ground.

“I can’t touch you at all right now. Even if I wanted to.”

Her brow furrows. Could he read her mind? He must have noticed her heady gaze when he pulled his hands away from her. “Why not?”

He laughs, from the top of the lungs again. “Get writing.” He says with what almost looks like a grin. She lights a lantern that she had taken from the Priory with a fire spell.

She open the journal, flipping through the pages, past sermons and prayers and hymns that she had sat up writing in the night. The spine cracks and she flattens the pages out underneath her thin white fingers. She untwists the cap of the pen, resting it against the page.

“Ready,” She says, glancing to him.

The history is rich like a good meal. Words fall from his mouth like raindrops, heavy but small. She takes down everything in tiny, precise cursive.

“Vampires can’t touch anyone or thing that’s under Mila’s divine protection.” He says. “That thing on your neck has her holy tears in it. You’re safe.”

“And if I wasn’t wearing it?” She asks.

“Still wouldn’t touch you.”

He had touched her before, thrown her around when she had found the bandits that harmed Lady Celica. “Somehow I doubt that.” She says, turning her eyes back to the pages.

“Believe whatever you want, Silque.” He says, getting up. His ruined boots kick against the forest ground. He paces slowly amongst fallen leaves and grains of sand.

The grove is dark tonight. No bright moon or stars to give off much light. For a while they wandered, not sure where to stop and speak. Writing and walking at the same time is not an easy feat.

He throws his tattered cloak to her. “You’re shivering.” He says.

She didn’t realize that she was. Her fingers shy from blood stains and slashes.

“Sir Python is open to your questions.”

“Are you truly a sir?” She asks.

He frowns. “I meant about what I am, not who I am.” He says.

“You said that if I came with you, you would tell me whatever I wanted to.”

“I didn’t say whatever—“

“Then I’m going back to the priory.” She pushes his cloak off of her lap, closes her journal and grabs the lantern.

“Wait, stop.” Python scrambles for words. “Gods, Silque would you just—“

He touches her wrist, hand ice cold. He hisses, pulling back quickly and cussing loudly. Her eyes widen. Did she do that?

“Python?” She says as he holds his wrist tightly to himself.

“Just stops okay.” He winces again.

“Gods I don’t know if my white magic will...”

“You’ve got gauze?” He asks.

She nods. She always carries some, no matter the place or time. An injury can happen whenever. She pulls it from her pocket, cutting a long piece off with her holy dagger. She holds it out to him and watches as he opens his palm. The skin turns gray and dark. He cusses again and wraps it.

Her own hand wound aches. She bites down on her lip. She didn’t mean to hurt him—

Gods what was she saying? He was trying to kill her not even two weeks ago. And now she was concerned that she had hurt him? This was apart of her job as a cleric, to protect the island from the undead be it Terrors is vampires or him.

“Divinity runs deep in you.” He says. “I said it before, when you die, they’re gonna saint you.”

She frowns, looking awkwardly back to her journal as if it will carry her away. If she is divine he must be wretched.

“Sniper in the rebel army.” He says, breaking the silence.

She looks to him. He stares off at the cloak before picking it up again. “I hated it.” He says. “Died in a battle against the main army.”

She frowns. “Did you... have anyone?” She asks.

He glances to her and then laughs bitterly. For the undead, he is too joyful. Terrors can barely make human words, yet he laughs and snarls just like any other being. “Do I look like the sorta guy who has a girl and brats?” He asks.

Take away the bloodstained outfit that makes him look like a destitute beggar, maybe clean him up with a trim of the hair, shave and—nope, he wouldn’t fit that wholesome look or life.

“I didn’t mean a wife and child,” She says. “Parents? Siblings? Comrades?”

His face falls a little. Then he dips his head in a nod. “Yeah I guess I had someone.” He mutters.

“Do they know about you now?”

“No. The poor bastard probably thinks I’m dead. I don’t know what the army forged in their records.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Right, he is technically dead. Gods, she needs a constant reminder of that. She opens her journal again, moving the lantern close to the blanket pages. She drops him personally, although she would love more details on how he became this way, who did this to him...

“So anything that has been blessed by the Mother cannot be touched?” Silque asks.

He looks dazed for a moment, as if pulled from reverie by her voice. “Pretty much. Rivers we can’t cross, they’re her blood. Can’t do anything to anyone in them either.” He explains.

“So when I stood in the river—“

“You were under her protection.” He laughs lightly again. “Seems she hasn’t abandoned the holy at least.”

His gnarled hand points to her neck, the little white ornament that protects her. “You’re wearing her blessing right now.”

She glances down to it before tucking it under the collar of her dress where it nestled into the V of her collarbone. She jots down more notes, trying to focus on the page.

“How is a vampire created?” She asks, glancing up.

“Bite. Bad burial. Curse.” He says.

Her gaze narrows on him. “How were you created?”

He smirks. “You seem a little too interested in me, say, do I occupy all your thoughts, cleric?”

She shakes her head. “I want to know why you were made this way. Compare it to the theories in my texts.” She says. A faint heart washes over her neck and ears.

“I was cursed. Some witch came after me because I apparently broke her heart.” He laughs bitterly.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re a prude.”

“So this witch cursed you?”

“She compared my way to a vamp’s bloodlust. Didn’t know she dabbled in curse.” He says. “I don’t know what happened to her afterwards.”

She pulls out a provision. An orange taken from the priory pantry. It really begins to get cold and she wraps herself in his cloak. It is thick and worn, both old and young. She notices him smirk when she begins to peel her orange.

“Do you miss food?” She asks, glancing up to him.

“You make it sound like I’m a ghost.” He says.

“I meant actual food, from the earth, from the sea.”

“Oh that.” He mumbles. Then shrugs. “Not really. I guess I miss alcohol a little but, I don’t. Blood can compare to it easily.”

“And how often do you feed? Roughly?”

“Whenever I’m thirsty.”

“My texts say every moon—“

He laughs loud and hard. “Gods, if I could only wait that long.” He says. “I find myself thirsty every couple of days. Those bandits from the other night are keeping me okay for the time being.”

She nods, quickly writing down that thirst depends. She bites her lip. “And... off the record... when we met earlier you said everyone has their own smell.” She says.

His brow raises. His gaze narrows as he comes into the light. “And?”

“And what do I smell like?” she asks.

He stays quiet for a moment, then slides a little into the light. She can see the gauntness in his cheekbones, the harsh curve of his brow, the circles of purple under his eyes. He leans close, almost too close, right to the edge of her hair and takes a deep breath in. Softly, he laughs.

“Good.”

It sends a shiver down her spine, then a nervous shake of her hands. “No I mean, what do I smell like?”

“Like the earth. Soft and...” he stops. “Like spring.”

The heat spreads to her cheeks. She smells like spring, she smells good to him. She—

“I want to tell you something before you ask anything else.” He says lowly.

She nods, closing her journal momentarily. Her fingers curl over the cover and into the pages.

“Don’t ever give your blood away.” He orders, voice serious now. His eyes glint in the light.

“Why?” Silque asks.

“It’s bad behaviour. You should know that as a cleric.” He says, glancing to the grass under his hand. “A vamp could get hooked on your blood and you’d never know peace again.”

“It can’t be only that.” She pushes. “Is this a tactic to corner me?”

“No this is for your own good. Don’t even give it to me, it’s not payment.” He says. “You don’t want this.”

“How are you sure of what I want?”

“You love Mila right?”

She stops. This is a dividing line. Like the gates of the cemetery or the posts of the priory. It is something he or she shouldn’t cross.

Slowly she nods. “Then that should be enough for you.” He says. “Don’t go against her. She loves the living not the dead. The divine, not the wretched.”

“Alright.” Silque says, still a little unconvinced.

“Silque, it’s like a blood bond.” He explains. “It connects one to two and it can’t be undone without consequence.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you’d die.”

Her hands tighten around the journal. She takes a nervous breath and nods. “I see.”

“Don’t ever give it away. For your sake.”

“Yes. I won’t she says.”

He murmurs a quiet ‘good’ and they slowly begin talking about him again. They listen to calls of nightbirds and the sounds of the rushing river. She takes down notes dutifully, filling pages upon pages until the sun begins to rise, washing the land in red and orange and pink. He gets up from their seat at the grove and she pulls off the cloak handing it to him. With a swift fling, he spreads it over his shoulders and gives her a side glance.

“See you next moon.”

“How can you be certain?” She asks.

He smirks and winks his red eye. “I know how you like a book.”

It sends a flush to her cheeks. “Wait, you didn’t tell me why you want the diadem!” Before the words can escape her lips, he’s gone leaving her alone.

Silque begins back towards the Priory, mulling over what could have happened had he taken her blood. She would have been bound to him and he to her. Could she have hidden in the priory? Hiding like a hierophant or seer to Mila’s vision? Or would his bloodlust found a way to lull her out of the Priory and end her life?

It scares her to think about it. Her feet drag along the dirt ground, the grass thinning along the more trodden areas that connect the Priory to the towns and Greatport. When she is finally on holy ground, she breathes a sigh. Calmness washes over her, although it only lasts a moment.

When she enters the priory, there is chaos.

Lady Celica holds Genny close. Mae and Boey are gone. When the door shuts, the cleric and Priestess look up with wide eyes.

“Silque!” Genny exclaims, pulling herself away from Celica and rushing towards her. Her little arms wrap around Silque’s body, surprising her. She pats Genny’s back and drops her journal. “You’re back!”

“Sister Silque! Where were you?” Celica asks.

Another wave of heat washes over Silque. What could she say? That she was fraternizing with the enemy, the one they are to kill? That the divine was becoming friendly with the wretched?

Celica leans close to her ear, just as Python had done hours ago. Her face washes with red as Celica speaks. “Mae thought you were seeing a gentleman friend—“

“N-No!” Silque exclaims a little too loudly. She apologizes quickly “I just stepped out early this morning. It seems I caused worry, I apologize.”

“Genny wanted to say some rites with you this morning and when she came to your room, you were gone.” She says. “No note or anything. Nomah sent Boey and Mae out to search for you.”

“We thought you had left, your journal was gone too!” Genny exclaims before hugging her tightly again. Silque places a comforting hand on her back, patting twice before shaking her head.

“I’m terribly sorry for the worry. I only went for a walk to clear my thoughts and make some notes by the river.” Silque says as Celica stoops down to pick up her book. She hands it to Silque. “I thought I would only be a few moments, but I suppose I was wrong.”

“Promise you won’t leave without telling us again, Silque.” Genny says, holding out her pinkie. “The Priory wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Silque forces a thin smile and knots her pinkie with Genny’s. Silque wipes away Genny’s tear tracks as Celica touches her shoulder.

“Yes, you have to be more careful Sister Silque.” Celica insists. “Had you been out at sundown, you might’ve run into that horrible vampire. I know you can handle yourself but...”

“I understand, Sister Celica.” Silque says.

“I just thank Mila you’re safe.” Celica says again. “I’ll go find Boey and Mae and tell them that you’re safe.”

Silque nods and Genny takes her hand. “Should we go say our morning rites?” She asks, and Silque can’t say no to such a plead. Hand in hand, they walk to the idol room, and Silque ignores how tired she is.

[gryffvndors]

ceramic teacups [draco malfoy]

request: “Oh man can you do a draco x reader using 248 and 370 please?” - @tragicallypetty

word count: ~1600

a/n: if this got terribly confusing/out of hand i apologize, i started off in one mood in the beginning and then, due to my mood swings, ended in a totally different one. if this is crazy sorry! im a crazy lady! lmfao anyway enjoy i hope this is what u wanted!!!

248: “please, don’t leave.”

370: “you know, it’s okay to cry.”

The ceramic of the teacup is cold against the pads of your fingers. You gaze absentmindedly at the wall - the raised paint job, the chipping off-white, the absence of picture frames. Everything, it seems, is in a mixture of slow motion and hyperreality; you have trouble distinguishing, in the very back of your mind, whether the soft press of ivory keys is something you’ve created in a fit of disillusion or it’s very real, the piano in the corner put to use for something other than to gather dust. You have not the energy to move. The piano is behind you, and while turning around would be a feat, your bones yearn for nothing more than to be still.

The chill of the breeze from the open window awakens you from your dream-like state. You shiver, shutting your eyes for a brief moment. You’re alone. You don’t hear the heavy footsteps you usually do, you don’t feel his presence, the presence that leaves the hair on your arms raised and your body humming, vibrating, making you feel oh-so alive.

You wish you heard those footsteps, felt that presence. It’s dreadfully lonely without him.

In a way, you’re also glad he is gone; you hate the pity that swims in his eyes, the calm before the storm. Maybe you only feel that way because of the shade of the irises you gaze into. You like storms, but not when they’re blinking at you in the forms of pleas that only further aggravate you and make you want to dig your nails in the palm of your hands so hard the skin breaks.

Though, who knows? Maybe it’s good for you. Pain makes you feel awake. You don’t purposefully hurt yourself anymore (you listen to him that much), but there is no sorrow at an accidental incident.

The music is in your head. You hear the scraping of the lock, the whine of the door as it is pushed open. Draco’s lips are set in a frown as he enters your home and glances at you. You barely hear your name pass his lips; the keys are increasing in volume, a steady uproar and cacophony until it’s as if the musician is slamming.

the.

keyboard.

with.

all.

fingers.

“Are you alright?” You hear him ask distantly, the volume dimming some. You nod numbly. Out of the corner of your eye, there’s a flash of color; he’s brought you flowers. You try to smile and watch him hold a vase under the water until it’s halfway empty. He takes the scissors from the drawer next to the sink and snips off the bottom parts of the stems. Then he drops the flowers into the vase, resting it in the middle of the dining table. He approaches you, platinum hair illuminated by the soft golden glow the drapes let shine through the cracks. He kneels by your side. “Are you sure?”

You nod again; you force yourself to look away. The pity is suffocating. You don’t want to drown, you tell yourself. A second later, you don’t care. You look back into his eyes and swallow.

“I’m… fine,” you allow.

“You know, it’s okay to cry.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until you are. Your vision is shaky, the wall blurring before your eyes. You let a tear slip an inch down your face before you wipe at it, furious.

“I’m fine,” you repeat. You hunch over and a sob escapes your throat. Draco sighs softly and leans forward to wrap his arms around you. You shake, and you hate yourself for it.

This isn’t hyperreality. This isn’t slow motion. This is real time, the present, and you don’t know how to feel about it. The pain that is making you feel alive isn’t physical, but rather emotional - you’d have a hard time stuttering out some cliche term about how you feel empty inside, emotionless, like an empty bag that’s been set out and is blowing all over the place. Draco doesn’t say anything as you take his shirt in your fists and bury your head in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t say anything when you weep out incoherent sentences, doesn’t say anything when you collect yourself and sit back in your chair, eyes bloodshot and puffy, lips red, tear stains on your cheeks. You feel an absence on your hands. The chill of the ceramic is replaced with the warmth of his body, the softness of his shirt, the soothe of his voice.

The empty teacup is on the floor, shattered. You stare down at it. After a second, Draco does, too, mirroring your pouty facial expression.

“I don’t know when that fell,” you muse. Draco snorts and gets out his wand. “No-” you rest your hand on his, pushing it away. “I want to do it. Magic… helps. I feel real.”

He nods. “Go ahead, then.”

You reach behind you and grapple for your wand. Once the familiar, stiff mahogany finds you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You marvel over the buzzing of the power. It’s an extension of your arm, you realize. You exchange a smile with Draco before you mumble, “Reparo.” The teacup forms back together, shards mending before your eyes. Draco picks it up and rises. He sets it in the sink and returns to your side.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, worry plaguing his words. You push aside the looming onslaught of, ‘It will be back. The darkness always returns’.

You shake your head ‘yes’ and rise to your feet as well. “You make me feel better,” you admit, cheeks flush. It embarrasses you to admit it. Intimacy has never been your strong spot. Never his, either. That’s why you two fit so perfectly. Two pieces of a puzzle, the last and final pieces that let the big picture shine. You decide to embark on the road of embarrassment and continue. “You… make the music go away.”

“That sounds quite awful.”

“No, no, it’s good. It isn’t music, really. More of a big noise, like white noise, that has lots of bad piano concertos playing all at the same time.” He arches a brow. You exhale. “I sound crazy.”

“A little.”

You let yourself smile. “You make me crazy.”

He makes you let loose. You’ve calmed down, your emotional (or rather, unemotional) outburst long forgotten. Maybe it’s your mood swings, maybe it’s the fact that he’s here with you. One sounds plausible, but a stupid excuse, the other something you would never say out loud.

Draco takes your hand in his. He tosses your wand onto the table with his and takes the other one, too. “You were already crazy.” Leaning down, he presses his lips to your cheek and whispers, “Crazy for me.”

You pull away, laughing and wiping your ear with your shoulder. “Ew, I don’t think so! You’re bad.”

Draco kisses you, long and hard. You squeeze his hand. This is good. This keeps the manic away, keeps you sane, lets you stop thinking. This drones out the white noise that plays constantly in the background. Against his lips, you breathe, “Please, don’t leave.”

He kisses you harder. When you break apart, there is no pity in his hurricane eyes. You can’t place what’s present, but as long as there is no sorrow, it’s okay with you. “Where would I go?” He asks.

“Away from me. To normal.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “What, and risk you coming after me with a knife? No, I’d much rather stay here,” he deadpans.

You untangle your fingers and punch him in the chest. “Stop being a prick, or I’ll play those concertos for you and force you to listen to every single one of them-”

“You couldn’t play the piano if you tried,” Draco smirks.

“Play it for me, then,” you pretend to think, then smirk. “Play me that hard Chopin one.”

“The day you do come after me will be a good one,” he snarks. “Fine. I’ll play the stupid muggle composer. But sit and listen through the entire piece, don’t go touching me while I’m playing,” he kisses you one more time, a chaste one to the lips, and leads you over to the piano. You watch Draco crack his knuckles before sitting at the bench. You perch on the sofa next to him. Slowly, he begins to play, a haunting melody that you’re glad isn’t ruined by your disassociation fits.

Halfway through the piece, you can’t resist yourself. You kiss his neck, his ear, his jaw, his hair - Draco stops playing and grabs the sides of your face, scowling. “I said no touching.”

“What are you gonna do, spank me?”

He actually seems to consider that. You snort, tearing away from his hold. “Kinky bastard. It’s so stereotypical for you to know how to play the piano. Rich git.”

Draco narrows his eyes. “You’re complaining about my playing, when you were begging me to play it earlier?”

“No,” you smirk, leaning forward to press your lips against his.

He doesn’t let you stop, then, and instead explores your mouth with his tongue. You nip at his lip. He practically flies backwards, exclaiming, “Did you just bite me?” Then, “...Why did I like it?”

“Keep playing, Mozart,” you slam your hand down on the left side of the piano, snorting when he jumps.

He whines, “Why can’t you always be sappy?”

“I’m not wired to. Keep playing, Draco, I want to see how long it takes you to stop when I do this…” You attach your mouth to the spot where his jaw meets his neck, sucking lightly. Draco groans, but a second later, continues the piece.

This, pretending to be normal, is natural for you. It’s just to calm you down, relieve the tension. Hours later, you’ll be shaking again, and Draco will be by your side, ready to calm you down and recite lines about how ‘everything will be okay.’  

For now, though, it takes him about twenty seconds before he stops playing for good.

[spainkitty]

9 any HM couple and/or 73 with Evie and Tobes :D

I gotta do 73 first because LMFAO. I’ll do 9 after this in a new post. lol

Prompt Me Please!

73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Something smelled nice. And it was really warm. The last thing Evie remembered, she’d been hiding out in one of the dungeon rooms trying to cast her super secretive Animagus project with Casey, Luke, and Candace. There’d been a swooping, mind-bendingly weird sensation that had started in her stomach and taken over her entire body, and then…

nothing.

Though, her heart was beating really erratic… or just really fast. Despite feeling lazy, warm, and oh so comfortable. She nuzzled into the softness- that was definitely pillow, maybe she’d made it back to her bed?- and breathed in deep the smell of pumpkin and… dog?

A door opening was followed by a surprised, wordless exclamation and the immediate slamming of a door.

“I thought I smelle- Evv- Tallesin?” stammered and choked out a male’s voice.

An embarrassingly familiar one that should not be in her dormitory. Evie sat up abruptly, eyes wild and already too fast heart beat palpitating even faster. The slid of sheets over her bare skin had her shrieked and diving back under, the gaping, wide-eyed, and tomato-red face of the Hufflepuff Seventh Year Toby Fischer burned into her retina.

“Ay Dios mio, pero- un libro said I keep mi clothes!!!” Evie wailed under of bedclothes and pillow she’d dived under. Her accent and grasp on English slipping in her humiliation.

“What- liburr-ro? A book!? Why are you- Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?!” Fischer wheezed, voice muffled by the heavy Hogwarts duvet.

“I can’t tell you!” Evie retorted desperately.

She barely caught the sound of him sighing and she peeked through a tiny crack of the blankets. He was leaning against his dorm door, face buried in his hands, head shaking back and forth as he muttered.

“T-Toby?” His head jerked up and she barely saw the flash of his wolf’s eyes before his face fell into the usual careful placid, eyes-half-lidded lines. “Por favor, could I lend- borrow your robes?” she asked timidly- very unlike herself and still rolling her r’s a little too hard.

He rushed to the foot of his bed, the trunk lid flying open on its own, and a spare set of robes all but leaping into his hands. Well, more like slapping over his chest and face and arms, but close enough. She stuck out her arm and grasped the robes he thrust towards her, face averted and face even redder- though not quite as red as hers, she was sure. In fact, she was probably blushing so hard it was actually visible on her tanned skin- a feat rarely seen on the Fuentes side of her family.

“Erm…” she said hesitantly. Fischer jumped, glancing towards her, just to turn away again so quickly his neck cracked. She winced in sympathy. “I-uh- need to change…”

“Ah- r-right, I’ll be… guarding the door. Not looking over at you. At all,” he vowed. He spun on his heel and stared at the door. Evie slipped from the bed and hurriedly pulled the long black robes over her head, thankfully she wasn’t inordinately tall, nor he short.

“Okay, I’m decent. Sorry, mate,” Evie muttered, tugging at the slightly too big robes and rubbing her toes against the thick rug on the floor.

Fischer slowly faced her and leaned back against the door again, arms crossed and eyebrows high. “So you showed up naked. In my room. Because of a book.”

Evie shrugged and grinned lopsidedly. “It’s Hogwarts?”

He facepalmed, then rubbed his hand over his face roughly. “No one saw you? Can’t you go back the way you came?”

“I…. I don’t remember…exactly…  AY DIOS MIO, CANDY! What if it happened to her, too! I’ll never forgive myself!” She rushed to the door, Toby just barely managing to throw himself out of the way as she barrelled past. She skidded to a stop, bare feet squeaking on the suddenly freezing cold tile outside the dorm. She ran back, jumped up to kiss his cheek, causing both of them to blush.

“If I’m ever in your bed naked again, I’ll remember how I got there,” she whispered cheekily. She raced off a second later, before she could really think about her promise, black and yellow robes snapping at her heels.

Fischer stared after her, shellshocked and open mouth curving up on one side incredulously and brows scrunched over the bridge of his nose, utterly baffled.