#ginivera

[the11tailedwrites]

Day 9-10 Kidnapped

TW: non-con (but not graphic), use of slave crests

Prince Uldren didn’t know where he was. Usually, he was great with direction, but now, the woods were foreign to him. They stretched an impossible distant and the leaves rustled, casting rainbows onto the ground. Looking up, he noticed the leaves seemed to be made of a glass or crystal like substance, yet they did not conduct any heat, so the pretty colors were all they really did. He traced his hands along silver bark, but it felt just like any other tree.

”Huh, well we aren’t in Kansas anymore, Todo,” muttered Uldren, recalling a very old pre-golden age film.

The brush rustled and Uldren whirled around, pointing his gun as the rustling brush. After a second, a rabbit the size of a medium sized dog hopped out. It stared at him with purple eyes, it’s radiant fur shifting, before it spooked off into the woods. Uldren lowered his gun and rubbed his brow. Where even was he?

Then something struck his neck and he staggered, reaching up to his neck. His hands brushed against a feather something and he pulled out a dart.

”Son of a bi-“ Uldren slurred before he crumpled to the ground, vision going black.

Uldren forced his eyes open, groaning at the twing in his neck. He found himself lying on a dusty cell floor and his wrists shackled in front of him. With incredible effort, Uldren forced himself up and looked around. A guard glanced in and Uldren didn’t recognize the outfit he wore.

”Do you know who I am?” snarled Uldren, “When my sister finds out what you’ve done, she’ll kill you,”

The guard rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving Uldren seething in his cell.

It was an hour before someone else walked in front of his cell. A woman in a long and very fancy dress stopped in front of his cell door and gazed down at the Awoken Prince like he was a prize to be won. Uldren glared at her and that only seemed to brighten her mood.

”Grab him,” she ordered and a guard open his cell door and dragged him out.

Uldren fought against his hold, thrashing, but the guard held onto him with ease. Uldren was dragged out of the prison and towards a large white building, reminiscent of pre-golden age churches. He was dragged inside and towards the center piece of the church, where a man in white already stood.

”Sign the paper,” she said, blunty, gesturing to a marriage contract resting on the table.

”Fuck you,” snarled Uldren

The woman turned and snapped her fingers and another guard entered the room, dragging a familiar, thrashing Awoken into the room.

”Jol!” Uldren exclaimed, eyes wide with horror as his partner was shoved onto his knees and a blade was lined against his throat.

”Sign or he dies,” said the woman, simply

“Uldren don’t! If you sign it, you can nev-mph,” Jolyon’s words are cut off as the guard quickly clamps a hand over his mouth.

Jolyon twists his head, trying to dislodge the hand over his mouth, but to no avail. Jolyon stopped struggling and gave Uldren a look, pleading him not to sign the paper. Uldren couldn’t lose his best friend. He picked up the quill, resting just beside the paper, and silently wrote his full name and signature. The paper glowed gold before settling.

”I now pronounce you, Lady Ginivera Gauss and you, Uldren Sov, husband and wife,” command the priest.

Jolyon slumped, defeated and Uldren just stared blankly ahead. He was going to kill her the second they were alone.

”At least let Jolyon got,” Uldren whispered and Lady Ginivera smirked and leaned forward.

She pressed a kiss against his lips, ignoring the way Uldren recoiled.

”You need a manservant if you are my husband,” she said, “He will get a slave crest and be made your servant,”

”What!” Uldren roared, “You fucking bitch!”

He lunged at her, but before he could touch her, his body froze. Ginivera laughed and stepped aside.

”So long as you sign that, you could never lay a hand on me,” she purred in his ear.

Uldren growled at her, rage his only emotion. He would make her pay with her life.

Two weeks. That’s how long Uldren had been here, with Jolyon. Jolyon was his only joy, even after a slave crest had been forced upon his person and Uldren had been made to watch (Jolyon screamed the entire process. Afterwards, he had curled up beside Uldren, unable to stop crying. The pain only went away after a few days, but Uldren could still see it, no matter what clothes he wore.) and tend to Uldren’s every needs. Uldren demanded nothing from him, refused to force Jolyon to serve him like that. Ginivera updated the clause, if Jolyon didn’t do his tasks, he would be shocked. Uldren could only watch. One night, a couple days after that day at the church, Ginivera informed him that they had to spend the night together. Uldren refused. She didn’t care. He stumbled back to his room at 2 in the morning and called for Jolyon. He came. Uldren broke. Jolyon held him until he fell asleep. Neither of them talked about what must have happened.

Now, it was time for his “Introduction to the royals” or whatever. Jolyon’s slave mark was being hidden, Uldren wasn’t sure why. They put one on him recently, Ginivera didn’t want him outing her to the royals.

Now he walked, silently beside Ginivera, slave mark hidden and wearing clothes far less fancy than what he was used to. The doors opened, they were introduced and it drew the attention of every one there. Uldren’s eyes were instantly drawn to the non-humans in the room.

”There are the royals of The Bloodmoon Empire,” Ginivera explained, the night before, “Filthy animals, acting like they could be as smart as a human,”

There was a bird woman, dressed in fine silks that flowed down her back, a wolf man kitted out in leather armour with steel barbs littering the surface and a sword at his side, even a humanoid slime creature decorated with beautiful patterns of gold intertwined into its body. His gaze was pulled to the familiar. An Uluruan, female with large tusks and wearing what appeared to be a fancy version of battle armor. An Eliksni, female and wearing a high-low grey dress adorned with pigeons, with a live pigeon sitting on her shoulder and and a gold crown made of branches. A Psion, male with a long flowing skirt and a dress shirt decorated with floral patterns, a gun at his side and lone eye traveling. Uldren felt his heart race with a tiny hope. A psion might be able to help him…if he wanted to help him, that is.

”Congratulations, Lady Ginivera,” called a voice and Uldren tore his gaze away from the psion to stare at the newcomer.

She looked humanoid, around 8 or 9 feet with grey-ish black skin with gold lines reminiscent of Kintsugi (an old Earth practice for repairing broken pottery), and a long flowing gold high-low dress. She had massive bat-like wings sprouting from her back, which were tucked nicely behind her. On her head were a mess of horns, looping against one another to form a crown. Her eyes were pitch black and when she spoke, he spotted her razor sharp teeth.

”Thank you, Empress Divine Vamprina,” greeted Ginivera, curtseying low

Uldren lowered into a bow as well, feeling her divine power, similar to his sister’s power, rolling off her in waves.

“Just one question,” said Vamprina leaning in close to Ginivera, “Why does he have a slave crest?”

Ginivera froze before quickly recovering.

”He has no such thing!” she exclaimed, stunned

”As you know, I research the spouses of any one of my people to ensure there is no nefarious activity. Imagine my surprise when I found out you are engaged to the Awoken Prince Uldren Sov, who is happily in love with his partner, Jolyon Till. I cornered Jolyon and identified his slave crest, removed it and he told me everything. As per our laws, you are under arrest for kidnapping, enslavement of a person, forgery of a marriage contract, bribery of a religious figure and falsifying marriage documents. You will be tried in court, but for now, rot in a prison cell,” said the Empress Divine

”What! This is absurd,” screamed Ginivera as she was dragged away by two guards in all black.

The Empress Divine turned to him and waved her hand. Uldren felt his shoulder where the slave crest was burn and then it was gone. He blinked slowly and touched it.

”Uldren!” a voice called and Uldren glanced up.

Jolyon pushed his way through the crowd and pulled Uldren into a tight hug. Uldren buried his face into Jolyon’s neck, breathing in the scent of his lover.

”Empress Divine Vamprina,” asked Uldren, “How do you know who I am?”

”Well, that’s easy, little prince, The Bloodmoon Empire and The Reef have had an alliance for almost a decade now”

She smiled and Uldren got the sense that a smile from her was a rare thing.

”No run along home, princeling, your sister is worried sick,”

[conjurore]

@ginivera​​  ♡’d  for  a  starter!

❛     i’ve   seen   you  out  on  the  pitch.     ❜     hurriedly   winding   a  blue-and-bronze  scarf  around  his  neck,     he  flags  her  down  after  the  prefects  meeting,     partially  jogging  to  fall  in  with  her   brisk   descent.     ❛     you’re  a   remarkable   flyer.    i’ll  take  astral  projection  over  a  broom  any  day,     but  i  have  to  admit  i’m  a  bit   envious.     ❜

[joneshead]

💞

SEND 💞 FOR ME TO DESCRIBE 5 WAYS MY MUSE SAYS ‘I LOVE YOU’ TO YOURS.

1. Going to her Quidditch games despite his apathy towards the sport, and always congratulating her on one specific play he mentally notes.2. Supplying additional details about some Muggle reference without being prompted so that she doesn’t have to keep asking to understand what he means.3. “I love visiting here.” – when he comes to the Burrow, and not just for the food Molly loads on his plate. He misses seeing her throughout the holidays.4. “Do you want me to look over your History of Magic essay?” – because he’s quite good with that stuff, and doesn’t mind helping her out when he knows she’s busy with Quidditch training and other duties.5. Wandering up to the Gryffindor tower with her even though he can’t go in, not because he feels she needs an escort but because they’re having a fun conversation and he doesn’t want to abruptly end it to head over to the Ravenclaw tower.

@ginivera

[pompovs]

@ginivera ♥ this

     “ avoid the kitchen if you don’t care for another wretched joke shop debate. mum and fred are at each other’s throats. ”

[hiddengills]

“G-Gilly w-weed? Nnnever h-heard of it. M-My g-gills ffform nnatural wh-whenever I’m c-complllletely suh-submerged in wah-water.”

@ginivera​ fished for a starter (Accepting)

[choosesbotha]

℧

ginny is a barista at troy's favorite coffee shop.

troy is under a terrible curse. ginny knows how to cure it.

troy and ginny at a wild party.troy doesn't want to be there.

[joneshead]

have the types of characters you play changed over the years?

MUN QUESTIONS!

I would say definitely but also not at all hahahahahah I’m the worst. I’ve played a wide variety of characters and I think like most human beings in general, they have more in common than they have differences. On the surface, Jughead Jones and Bellamy Blake ( my first indie muse and my current main indie muse ) have nothing in common, but they’re not so different deep down, and have similar ticks and thought patterns. They’re obviously very different in interactions, relationships, and personality types, but I still seem to find things they have in common. 

In general, I think I have a couple ‘main’ types of characters I write : the good girl, the bad girl, the loner boy, the charismatic boy, the trouble maker, the artist/musician. But while it’s really easy for me to cast my own characters into archetypes, I think they’ve all evolved in such different ways that it’s impossible to really trace a linear path.

But overall I guess the answer is yes. I’m way less prone to archetypes that I was when I was sixteen. ( I’m also less prone to self inserting by accident. ) I think my characterizations are more complex and more human, and have really varied over the spectrum of humanity in terms of personality, background, likes/dislikes, etc. I don’t think I’m a static writer, even in Jughead – he’s changed and grown over the last three years I’ve written him so … that’s p cool. 

[plnthe-aaa]

@ginivera​  »——➤ Ginevra  Weasley .

❝ Our last conversation … was a fight . ❞  The words feel heavy on her tongue , sticking to her teeth like oats and honey . No matter how often she reminded herself it wasn’t her fault , that there had been nothing she could have done to help , the guilt still weighed on her . The things she’d said … ❝ He –… he took his own life . ❞

[pompovs]

ginivera replied to your post x

oh.......... my god thts incredible if u ever bring him back to life u know where to find me

[shifteir]

@ginivera : ❝  this means you are not alone. ❞

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 ,      they’ve   been   written   over   and   over   in   languages   as   old   as   time  ,     found   in   the   stars   and   the   oceans  .      some   days   he   feels   he   has   swallowed   them   whole  .     that   in   his   yearning   for   sound   he   has   taken   those   old   words   for   loneliness   and   taken   them   upon   his   skin   where   they   seep   through   until   his   heart   sweeps   the   around   with   his   blood  .      ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴏʟғ ,     have   you   known   the   words   you   would   howl   at   the   moon   since   the   beginning  ?     this   beating   heart  ,      an   echoing   sound  ,     legacy   from   ancestors   who   claim   him   when   those   alive   do   not  .     wonder  ,      would   soul   too   be   changed   if   matters   were   different  ? 

and   yet  ,      he   has   been   well   loved  ;      even   with   this   deep - digging   feeling  ,     this   rooted   desire   to   find   some   other   way  ,     constants   have   become  .     𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙬 ,     belonging  ,      surrounded   by   pack   and   purpose  ,     different   and   yet  ��surrounded   still  .      questions   remain   unanswered  ,     lingering  ,     heavy   over   his   head  ,      but   some   days   he   breathes   a   little   easier   to   remember   he   is   not   alone  .      ( hasn’t he always wanted a place to belong ? )     the   longing   settles   now  ,     loneliness   still   present   but   belonging   emerging   through   his   veins  ,    a   genetic   reminder   that  howls   out   in   the   night  :      YOU ARE NOT ALONE . 

and   then  ,    in   the   midst   of   this   finds   the   true   unpredictability  :     𝐇𝐄𝐑.      here   on   his   beach   leaning   on   his   body   as   if   he   is   the   only   ocean   she   wishes   to   drown   in  .     if   the   question   of   belonging  ,    of   a   safe   harbour   has   played   his   mind  ,    then   he   finds   it   here  .     when   she   says   he   is   not   alone  ,    he   feels   it  ,      watches   the   way   she   makes   herself   home   here  ,    with   all   the   people   who   love   him  ,    and   the   words   make   sense  .    a   soothing   balm   that   settles   his   soul  ,    and   he   knows   loneliness   to   be   a   bitter   thing  ,    but   he   can   put   it   down   and   watch   it   drift   away   with   the   tide   as   he   reconciles   with   all   he   has  .            ❝   you  too  .     not   even   for   a   moment  .   ❞ 

[hiddengills]

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve. (Accepting) @ginivera​ sent  🎉

It’s their first New Years celebration together and the party they’re at seems to be quite....magical. A plethora of kisses have already been exchanged between the two of them throughout the night (and even before they got to the party), but it wasn’t going to change anything for how the night continues to progress. Midnight hits and she PULLS HIM down to her level and their lips collide into a firework inducing kiss. Perfect way to start the New Year. 

[slygirl666]

call me your love

chapter 1

master list

warnings: none 

When you and Ginny reached the carriage Fred was soothing the horses attached to it. When he opened the door motioning for you to go up the two steps. When Ginny walked up he teasingly bowed to her, an action that earned quite laughter from you and a smack on the chest from Ginny.

The short ride to the town was filled with Ginny animatedly telling you all about the town. The second the carriage stopped she jumped out the door, when you got off you noticed Fred tying the horses. Ginny linked your arms leading you to mrs. Kranders.

The young woman currently working took measurements trying to find things that fit you properly.

Ginny looked through the things already made finding a simple powder blue dress that from the looks of it would go just below her knees. It was pretty,but it looked rather large for her small frame.

“Ma’am,” you looked at the woman currently measuring her. “Can you find my friend a better fitting dress?”

“Yes miss,” she nodded.

When you had three dresses, all a thin cotton with full skirts that reached past her knees. Ginny was surprised when the woman called for her to replace you. You watched as Ginny squirmed under the touch of the woman.  

When she had finished Ginny had a dress in the same powder blue with a better fit. Ginny counted the coin out of the pouch Sirius had handed her before. The two girls walked out with the dresses in separate boxes.

Fred was across the street talking to a woman that looked to be around his age, she was beautiful with glowing chocolate skin and dark hair tied back neatly, her collared shirt and long skirt made her look refined.

“Freddie,” Ginny called as they walked across the street. The young woman gave him a smile as she walked off. “Angelina?”

He nodded looking slightly flushed.

“She fancies the twins,” Ginny winked to you. She quickly turned her attention back to her brother. “Show Y/N around, will you? I have to pick up things for mum.”

“Of course,” he nodded to Ginny who was already bounding off. He motioned for you to walk with him. “Miss Lestrange, is there anything you’d like to see?”

“Can we just walk?” he nodded, leading her around the people selling things,she found a man selling strands of hair ribbon. “I'm going to buy something.”

Fred nodded watching you go up to the man, you got three ribbons matching your own dresses and a lovely blue one that you knew would suit Ginny.

“Did you really need four miss Lestrange,” Fred smirked. You couldn’t help but smile at the teasing tone he had.

“No I needed three,” you looked down a bit bashfully. “The other is a gift for Ginny.”

“You didn’t have to do that miss.”

“I wanted to, I truly meant it when I said I want to be friends with her.” you met his gentle hazle gaze, held warmth and surprise.

“I’m  sure she’ll love it.” the two of you continued to walk.

The two of you passed a book shop, in the small window you saw a girl reading a book. “Fred, what's this place?”

“It's the Granger’s book shop,” He nodded looking into the window before tapping on it. The girl looked up from her book smiling. She put the book down and came out the door.

“Hello Fred, Ginivera just stopped by,” she smiled. Then turned to you, “she said you had a new member in the house. I'm Hermione Granger, miss.”

“Y/N Lestrange,” you smiled at her. “If you don’t mind me asking what are you reading?”

“A book on healing, It can come in handy around here.” she smiled at you.

“Hemione is the smartest girl around,” Fred smirked, that sparked your interest.

“Do you tutor?” she looked genuinely surprised. “I was never educated past basic reading. My cousin is trying to find me a tuto-”

“That would be great,” hermione smiled brilliantly.

“I’ll have my cousin write to you then.”

“Thank you miss Lestrange.” she excitedly ran back into the shop.

“You miss Lestrange are full of surprises.” Fred gave you a smirk.

“I’d rather not be predictable Fredrick.” You continued to walk.

* * *

You quickly learned that sundays were rather lazy at Grimmauld manor, you and Ginny sat on a quilt eating a light lunch in their new dresses. Ginny used the ribbon you gifted her to tie off a loose braid over her shoulder, you were right the brighter blue set off her red hair and the light dress perfectly.

Fred and George walked up to you two, Fred sat across from you, George right next to him, he took a piece of fruit off your plate before giving you a wink.

“You ladies fancy a ride?” Fred asked.

“Who's going?” Ginny spoke up.

“Ron is.” Fred grabbed another piece of your food before adding, “so is Harry.”

You noticed how the girl's cheeks went pink at the mention of his name. “Y/N can we go?”

“Why not?” you turned to her.

“Let me pack up boys.” Ginny jumped up, “can we go to the pond?”

There were two identical nods, Ginny walked back to the house excitedly.

Fred offered a hand to help you up, You took it. The feeling of his hand in yours was new and pleasant. “Would you like to come with me to prepare the horses, miss Lestrange?”

George looked to his brother clearly puzzled, “Freddie, Miss Lestrange you don't have to-”

“No I would like to,” you smiled at the boys. “I love horses and haven’t gotten to see them since my arrival.”

Fred moved ahead faster leaving George to walk slower allowing you to follow. You noticed George's silence, he was almost hesitant to talk to you unlike all the other Weasley children.

When you reach the stables Fred is waiting for the two of you,  he almost seems to be vibrating in his place.

“Common pick a horse,” Fred moved to show you the different horses of different colors. Your eyes settled on a solid black one, “thats Bella.”

He put his hand out for your and brought it to her nose, guiding you to pet her gently. “Should I get her ready for you?”

You wanted to nod but you never rode a horse on your own.

You watched as George called Fred to the side and they whispered. You continued patting Bella. Mesmerized by the velvety feeling of her skin.

You had always liked looking at horses and when your mother was away your father would let you ride with him, but that had been years ago.

Fred walked back to you, “Miss Lestrange, we can take it slower than the rest.”

He started getting the stuff ready to dress the horse, George had already prepared two already. You sat back watching them work, eyes lingering longer on Fred.

“Y/N?” Ginny, Harry and Ron were beside you. Harry had a smirk on his face as though he knew where your mind was. “Who am I riding with?”

“Me,” George called. He spotted the basket in her arms, “what did you bring?”

“That's a surprise dear brother.” Ginny went to pet their horse.

“Pretty aren’t they?” Harry said in a hushed voice.

“Who?” playing coy may be the only thing that could get you through the idea that harry knew what you were thinking about.

“The Weasleys,” He smirked. “Fiery creatures, with hair to match. Be careful Y/N one can take your heart easily.”

You followed Harry’s gaze to Ginny, “do you speak from experience?”

He chuckled, “I shouldn't say.”

“We’re ready to go,” Ronald Weasley called out to you both. Harry jumped onto the horse with ease.

You reapproached Fred who waved you over. “You jump up and I will help you, okay?”

You nodded turning to the horse, you felt fred behind you, towering over you. You jumped with ease Freds hands finding your waist for a moment as he used his strength to lift you up onto the horse. You moved a leg to the other side once you got up.

Fred guided you and Bella out to the others, he joined you on his own horse. “You lot go ahead, Miss and i will go a bit slower.”

Ron smiled, “race you.” before he shot off followed by Harry and the Weasleys.

Fred taught you how to get the horses to move,  the trail was clear and not too long filled with comforting jokes from Fred. Soon you saw the other hoses tied up on a broken fence. He got down tying his horse before going to help you off.

As you slowly slid off the horse, Fred’s hand found your waist once again. This time holding you facing him. You two were close, his eyes locked on yours as your face passed his.

The moment left you winding what the locks of flaming hair would feel like between your fingers.

You shook the thought, “We should get to the others.”

He nodded leading you to a path too small for the horses, “it's a short walk to the pond.”

It was a bit of a hike to a beautiful plane, there were patches of daisies and a deep emerald pond.

Harry was helping Ginny set out the blanket the two of you sat on earlier while Ron and George were taking off their shoes and socks. You and Fred looked at each other before running to Ginny and Harry.

“Take you stockings off,” Ginny moved to remove her own. You must have looked shocked because she laughed. “You can go into the pond with them if you’d like, it's not very comfortable though.”

“Right,” you sat and began undoing the ribbon that held her stockings up. Taking off your shoes and rolling them down off your legs. Ginny hopped up from her place motioning for you to do the same.

She took your hand before turning to the boys, “don’t touch my basket, it's for later.”

She pulled you to the pond where Ron and George were already splashing around, their shirts, socks and shoes discarded on the grass.

You walked into the water shocked at the cold, Ginny was already swimming around, though it was so shallow it wasn't necessary until you reached a certain point.

Everyone was in the water the six of you splashed and played. You watched as everyone went further into the pond.

“Not coming out, miss Lestrange?” Fred was next to you.

“I’m not too confident in my ability to be out so far into the water.”  Y/N laughed.

The boy moved so he would be on his back, for a brief moment you saw the muscle on his chest. You looked away, “Float with me then?”

“What?”

“Do you know how to?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then just Float.”

You moved onto your back, arms out you closed your eyes. You felt a lightness in your chest you hadn’t felt in years.

* * *

You had gotten tired of the water rather quickly, something about it drained your energy. You had gone and collected a large amount of daisies, finding a clear lush green spot on the grass you sat weaving them together.

Ginny and Ron sat next to you watching curiously, “I always tried to do that as a child but could not, how do you do that?”

You laughed showing them each how to weave them together into a simple crown. you put yours on Ginny’s head, she put hers on yours, and ron decided upon wearing his own.

“I feel quite pretty,” he laughed, adjusting it.

“I say it's time to open the basket, yes?”

“Yes, please Gin,” Ron groaned. “I’m starving.”

“Then go get the others.” you continued weaving more of them together as Ginny set out biscuits, fruit and cups.

“Y/N, common you can bring your flowers,” she waved you over. You saw the boys walking over as you sat down.

Everyone sat around the blanket to eat, Ginny pulled out a bottle of wine. “Figured we may enjoy this.”

George grabbed the bottle bringing it to his lips before offering it around. You watched as they all had a swing, the bottle went to Fred last who gulped some down before motioning it towards you.

“Oh no, I don’t drink wine,” you smiled politely. “Thank you though.”

“Common miss Lestrange,” his hazel eyes laughed even when his mouth wouldn’t. “A sip only?”

You hesitated and took the bottle, your fingers grazed his and he winked. You brought the bottle up to your lips wincing slightly at the taste of bitterness as it hit your tongue.

“Now was that so bad?” Harry laughed at your sour face.

“It was the absolute worst,” you glared at the laughing faces of the Weasleys, handing them it off before focusing on your flowers.

You do not know how long you all spent there; it could have been the whole day or only two hours. But before you knew it you were back at the manor.

Molly greeted you, Ginny and Harry. She told you to go to the sun room, Sirius had a visitor he would like you to meet.

You walked over with Ginny hesitantly. Inside with Sirius was two women, one much younger than the other. Both had dark brown hair, though the older’s was streaked with grey.

“Ah, Y/N,” Sirius stood up, signaling for you to sit next to him. You did look at the two women sipping tea across from you.

“Hello Y/N,” the younger woman spoke. “We usually come on mondays, but I couldn’t wait to meet you.”

“Sorry about Dora, dear,” the older woman smiled warmly. “Im Andromeda Tonks, your mother was my sister.”

“Mother told me about you,” You held your tongue.

[joneshead]

GINNY!    @ginivera​

His mind was busy, trying to dissect what had just happened. Whenever he blinked, the backside of his eyelids were full of flashes, of red and green light, of chaos. He tried to keep his eyes open now, but the images flooded in anyways ... They didn’t care about the gash on his cheek that he was numb to now, and they didn’t care for how he wouldn’t sleep tonight, or maybe any night for the next few weeks. They simply played on loop, complete with the audio of screaming, of glass shattering, of exploding wands and more screams. 

Blinked again, out of necessity. A hiss escaped his lips as he raised a hand to touch his face, finding the edge of the split skin. He’d tried to catalogue what spells had hit him, but his body was sore in ways he couldn’t untangle and it didn’t matter anyways. He held onto his wand still, with his free hand. Green eyes lifted to meet the redhead who’d returned, and he wondered if he looked as bad in her eyes as he felt. 

   ( IN DEPTH STARTER CALL. )

[potterroleplay]

Directory Updated - January 24, 2020

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* denotes a multimuse blog ^ denotes a canon divergent muse ~ denotes a genderbent muse

ADDITIONS - CANON CHARACTERS

Founders Era:

Helga Hufflepuff - @wistcrias*

Helena Ravenclaw - @inmydrcams*, @marblecarved*

Rowena Ravenclaw - @praeludio*

Salazar Slytherin - @praeludio*

Fantastic Beasts Era:

Abernathy - @xpermitsandbetrayalx 

Merope Gaunt - @gildedscripture*

Newt Scamander - @bestiare*^

Riddle Era:

Lucretia Black - @marblecarved*

Poppy Pomfrey - @paracosmicvoid*

Horace Slughorn - @marblecarved*

Voldemort / Tom Riddle - @gildedscripture*

Marauders Era:

Sirius Black - @agetofall~, @infinitescul*, @itswasteland*

Charity Burbage - @paracosmicvoid*

Arabella Figg - @marblecarved*

Beatrice Haywood - @femmeveined*

Bellatrix Lestrange - @storiesmade*

Mary MacDonald - @marblecarved*

Aurora Sinistra - @marblecarved*

Andromeda Tonks - @paracosmicvoid*

Ted Tonks - @kindheartted 

Emmeline Vance - @marblecarved*

Emma Vanity - @marblecarved*, @vanitaste 

Golden Trio Era:

Hannah Abbott - @wistcrias*^

Susan Bones - @infinitescul*

Lavender Brown - @wistcrias*^

Penelope Clearwater - @wistcrias*

Roger Davies - @quidbitch 

Tracey Davis - @storiesmade*

Fleur Delacour - @inmydrcams*

Gabrielle Delacour - @marblecarved*, @wistcrias*

Cedric Diggory - @praeludio*^

Hermione Granger - @unrepent*

Astoria Greengrass - @wistcrias*

Daphne Greengrass - @regiisanguis, @wistcrias*

Draco Malfoy - @darkmrks 

Pansy Parkinson - @storiesmade*, @wistcrias*

Liz Tuttle - @praeludio*

Bill Weasley - @cursbroken 

Charlie Weasley - @dragntamed, @praeludio*

Ginny Weasley - @femmeveined*, @ginivera 

Next Gen Era:

Lily Luna Potter - @liveshaunted*^

Dominique Weasley - @wistcrias*

Louis Weasley - @marblecarved*

Roxanne Weasley - @inmydrcams*, @marblecarved*

Other:

Iola Black - @scorchedfirst 

ADDITIONS - ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Fantastic Beasts Era:

Timothy Silverling - @fortheloveoffwoopers 

Riddle Era:

Nemesis Fawley - @gildedscripture*

Golden Trio Era:

Cleo Fortescue - @wistcrias*

Hydra Martinez - @liveshaunted*

Valentina Puddifoot - @wistcrias*

Aisling Skeeter - @wistcrias*

Any / Verse Dependent Era:

Mars Fairegaze - @marsfairegaze 

[hiddengills]

send me 💄 for your muse to cover my muse in lipstick kisses (Accepting) @ginivera​ sent  💄

They’re only minutes into their date night, and Ginny’s already straddling him, hard and littering his face with nonstop kisses. What do you want to do tonight? That’s all he asked, that’s all he’s been able to say, and honestly? That’s okay. Her lips feel soft against every inch of his face, his cheeks, his jaw, his forehead, even his neck. Remy’s left breathless even though he hasn’t partaken in any of the kisses (yet), but once they cease, all he can do is blink, meeting her gaze and ask, “A-any other plans?”