#luscinia plonbraw

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Throwback to my attempt in drawing a cover for the first chapter of my fic.

I'm not sure if I ever shared this here, because I'd like to work on it further, give it some proper background (hello Victorian streets of London) aand I would love to try some colouring with aquarell 😍 But it was so fun to give Lulu some Muggle clothing (for most of my fic she wears outfits based on old medivial german/scandinavian fits because of her upbringing in the far north).

When drawing this again, I also would love to dive deeper into broom design, to give it a little more unique look and probably change the colours to something more out of her comfort zone for her, to show that she feels utterly lost in this scene. 😢

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Eloise and Lulu talking between classes….planning their next daydreaming walk🥹💓🙏

Lulu: @just-another-star-47 😙😙💓💓

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Pretty boy Alcedo 🕊

(Lulu's little brother)

Alcedo was soft, too soft for his family and maybe even too soft for this world. He made friends with bugs and butterflies, cried when forced to eat meat.

Even his body seemed too soft, too weak, leaving him behind the other boys his age. He was smaller than them, delicate even, only surpassing them with the capacities of his mind, his love for nature and the little things.

He would have been a fine gentleman, if not his body was so frail, their mother always said.

He is the finest gentleman of them all, was Luscinia's answer to that - always. She was his big sister after all, her purpose to safe his softness, the kindness of his heart. Truly believing that everything would be alright, when she would be strong enough for the two of them.

-> Their story <-

-> An interaction between Lulu and Alcedo <-

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I try, but sometimes I'm not so sure of this anymore. - 🐦

“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”

— Carl Gustav Jung

[luscinia-plonbraw]

⭐️Name: Luscinia Plonbraw

⭐️Nickname: Lulu (by friends), Linni (only by her brothers)

⭐️Birthday: 17. April ♈️

⭐️School: She was in Durmstrang for four years, but then she had to change to Hogwarts. She was sorted into Gryffindor and is now in her final year. Other than in the classes she likes, she's not really good in school, but doesn't care much about it.

⭐️Family: She belongs to a wizarding family that has ancient roots, but lost their Pureblood status somewhere along the way. She has a good relationship with her two brothers and her uncle, aunt and cousins in the far north, but not with her parents and her sister and clearly not with her cousin in England (More details).

⭐️Moodboard:

⭐️Likes: ▪︎ nature and animals ▪︎ Quidditch ▪︎ Defence Against the Dark Arts ▪︎ Herbology ▪︎ duelling ▪︎ adventure ▪︎ thrill ▪︎ Charms ▪︎ Beasts ▪︎ sunsets ▪︎ dusk ▪︎ night ▪︎ books ▪︎ sweets ▪︎ deep connections

⭐️Dislikes: ▪︎ boredom ▪︎ rules ▪︎ potions ▪︎ transfiguration ▪︎ loud people ▪︎ arrogance ▪︎ injustice and unfairness ▪︎ rich people

⭐️Pet: Tawny Owl Rosalie

More details to come...

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🎶Love is in the air dudududu

Love is in the aaair dudududududuuu🎶

What better season than spring for a little romantic scene? ☺️

And it's clearly time to draw more Lulu and Seb, atleast to give them a sweet moment here, when I let them suffer so much in my writings 😅

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@kiwiplaetzchen made this wonderful template and I couldn't resist to fill it out, now that I try to focus mainly on Luscinia and her story. 😊

(And yes, I need to draw her wand, but I'm still not sure about the design 🙈)

So let's get a little more into detail, shall we? 😁

Luscinia is the Latin name for nightingale (So the c is spelled like the ones in Accio). During the big witch hunt in Europe, big wizarding families started to give their family members Latin names as an act of rebellion against the Christian church, that used Latin for their holy textes. Till this day, the Plonbraw family keeps that tradition alive, much to Luscinia's regret.

Luscinia's family originated in the eastern part of (modern) Germany, a part that is part of Prussia in the 1890s. The family of her mother still lives there, so she regularly visited her old homeland, even though the Plonbraw family fled into the far north of Norway centuries ago.

In a wand ceremony in her old home town the wand of one of her ancestors choose to be with her - made out of willow wood, around 20 cm long, somewhat flexible. (Read about the wand ceremony here)

I don't want to spoil too much, because I think it will be a part in my story, but let's just say her Patronus is a special dragon. 🤫

Rosalie was a gift from her older brother, right before her first year in school. He bought it from the money he got from selling potions to his classmates. (Maybe I have chosen the name after a little owl in one of my favourites films, that always broadcast around christmas in Germany. 😊)

Speaking of her brother, she has three siblings. Her older brother Corvus is four years older than her, her sister Alauda is three years older and her brother Alcedo is two years younger.

The relationship with her parents is.. complicated. Her father is an Auror, that isn't at home very often, her mother sees the worth of her children only in their achievments.

Luscinia is shy, because she doesn't trust other people and overthinks way too much, what they could do with the informations she gives them. She also often times feels pressured to regulate the people around them, making sure nobody gets hurt or upset.

She's rather lazy when it comes to homework, or other academic duties, but she needs to do things. Boredom makes her go crazy and you really don't want to come across her, when she's bored. It's one of the rare occasions, where she'd be very rude.

The only reason why her room is somewhat tidy, is because she gets overwhelmed very quickly, when there are too many distracting things in her surrounding. Other than that, she has simply no interest in beeing overly neatly, one of the reasons why she's so bad in Potions and Transfiguration - the need to be overly exact is nothing for her.

Luscinia tries to be friendly to everyone, because she never want to make someone feel bad or unwelcome. That beeing said, she's not a big philanthropist and especially in her teenage years she can get grouchy in social gatherings.

Typical Gryffindor here - brave to a point were it borders on dumbness.. 😅 Her playfulness doesn't make it any better. It's a trait not many are allowed to witness, but if she feels safe with someone, she loves to tease, play, do dumb shit and get lost in small details.

Luscinia is clumsy, because in her mind she is often elsewhere - already doing the next task, daydreaming or talking with herself. So no, she doesn't even notice it, when she bumps into objects, or that it's predictable that she pushes the vial with the liquid from the table to the ground by how hastily she works. 😅

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Doing this for Sebastian and Luscinia, because in my world both of them are unable to speak about their feelings. So this would be.. akward. It was hard do decide when exactly they do this, so now it's somewhere between the Scriptorium and before he kills his uncle.😅 (I changed their timeline so that they meet in their fifth year and everything bad happens in their sixth)

Sitting together, both of them watch Poppy with wide eyes, as she hands them some sheets of paper with a sly grin, before slowly retreating backwards, her eyes not leaving theirs for way too long.

Sebastian's eyes flicker over the questions, his cheeks growing warm as he tries to find a way to get rid of the papers before it sparks Luscinia's interest.

😇 What's their best trait?

To late.

Silence spreads between them.

"Well.. I like your loyalty. Your softness. The way you are able to read people and see past their actions, seeing why they are doing things. Without judging."

He clears his throat, surprised that he had answered.

"I.. I like.. just you? As a whole?"

It sounds so weak against his words and she starts to fidget with her earring.

"Maybe your calmness? The way you stand up for yourself and protect the ones you love? I think that's very remarkable."

Their eyes meet and the silence grows heavy, before Sebastian hastily reads the next question.

😈 What's their worst trait?

"You are a hell of a stubborn woman."

"And you're arrogant."

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"That was rather quick."

⚖️ Are they a good person?

"You are a good person."

Sebastian mumbles, playing with the edges of the paper.

"I think you are one, too."

He looks down, a painful expression shooting through his eyes.

"I'm not, Lu.. I.. "

His body tenses, fingers crumpling the paper. Suddenly he feels her weight leaning against him, her cheek resting on his shoulder, one of her hand reaching upwards, fingertips trailing down his nose.

"For me you are one."

None of them speaks for the next moments, they only enjoy the warmth of each others presence and bodies. Their breaths synchronising into the same rhythm.

"The next question is easy."

Whispers Sebastian, while pulling her legs over his lap and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, his fingers playing with a loose strand of her hair.

👁 Do you really know them?

"I think I do."

She shifts her weight to rest her chin on his shoulder, peeking down on the paper.

"Better than anyone."

He confirmed her answer .

"And I know you."

"Better than anyone."

She whispers.

👥️ What are they to you?

❤️ What are you to them?

"Well..."

They notice the closeness between them, they way their bodies are tangled into each other, without them actually aiming for it knowingly. Luscinia tries to pull her legs from his lap, but his grip around them tightens.

"No.. just.. stay.."

He presses her further into his body, turning his head to inhale her scent, while she closes her eyes, his nose against her neck causing her to shiver.

"Next question?"

"Next question."

🐺 What animal do they most remind you of?

"Fox."

It's an answer spoken without hesitation from both of them, their soft laughing easing the tension.

She looks down on the paper, ignoring the next two questions.

🧠 What's your best memory with them?

Leaning back against the couch, he stares up at the ceiling, his thumb drawing circles on her leg, while she observes him.

"When you fell asleep next to me, after Herbology."

His eyes find hers and she holds his gaze. There is no need to tell him, that she feels the same. That this was the moment she realised, that she trusted him.

The questions seems forgotten, until he takes the paper back from her hands, brow furrowed.

👣 How long have they known each other?

"Since fifth class."

"Nearly two years."

Sebastian looked down on the paper, his eyes scanning the next question and the two former ones, that she hadn't dared to ask. And he decides that it's probably for the best.

"We're done."

He crumples the paper into a small ball and set it on fire.

"I don't know why Poppy did give this to us."

He let himself sink down onto the couch and takes her with him, massaging her scalp as she lies snuggled against his chest.

"I bet you didn't do your homework for tomorrow, right, Lu?"

"Shh.."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck.

"Ten minutes, than we'll head to the library."

"You're just as annoying as Natty."

"But atleast you listen to me."

OC Duo Answers Ask Game

So because I'm incapable of doing things the conventional way, here's an idea: for these asks, instead of picking an OC and just saying things (which I like, don't get me wrong), to answer these asks pick two characters, and answer the questions as if each character were talking about the other. These answers don't have to be accurate; they reflect each character's perceptions of the other. They can be friends, family, enemies, anything to each other.

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

⚖️- Are they a good person?

👁️- Do you really know them?

👥- What are they to you?

❤️- What are you to them?

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

😘- Are they your type?

😨- What's their greatest fear?

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?

👣- How long have you known each other?

🫂- How has your relationship changed recently?

🫡- Are they a good leader?

If you guys have asks you want to add in the reblogs, go ahead, ik this isn't a lot.

Gonna tag people below the cut to get this started:

@the-ellia-west, @somethingclevermahogony, @thewritingautisticat, @smudged-red-ink, @aesthetic-writer18

@tildeathiwillwrite, @agirlandherquill, @illarian-rambling, @corinneglass, and @diabolical-blue!

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I had hoped to finish it today, but I'm way too slow.. 😫

But maybe you are interested in a WIP as well?

90s Gryffindor crew ft Lulu

I love the girls so far, but Garreth.. hmpf.. let's find out how Leander will turn out tomorrow. 😅

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Luscinia prefers simple hairstyles, because she's too impatient to do more than simple braiding or covering it with a scarf. When not working or in school, she mostly will wear it down, because she loves the feeling of it flying around. 😅

Drawing after Albrecht Anker: Girl braiding her hair.

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🌶 NSFW 🌶

@vienguinn drawing of law student Seb made me do things. 😅 Sadly I'm incapable of writing wholesome and healthy relationships, so now you have to deal with lawyer Sebastian and thief f!MC. 😅

It turns to soft smut, but is focused more on feelings than what they are doing, so only mildly explicit. (Still smut, though.)

~ 1700 words

If you want to read the 'original' version with my OC Luscinia, find the second GIF, it's posted below. 😊 (The difference is actually just the use of her name and the mention of one of her features..)

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, her eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘MC...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, their eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘Lu...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her pale skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please, Lu..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

[just-another-star-47]

For everyone inviting Lulu for a sleepover, be aware that she's a grumpy little gremlin when tired. 😅

Her brain doesn't function properly when sleepy, so please articulate slow and clear and give her a big pillow to hug. 😂

She won't talk much and rather just enjoys the atmosphere and beeing with her friends. If someones wants to try out a hairstyle or make up, she would be a willing participant, patiently waiting and softly encouraging.

In her mind, sweets are a must during a sleepover, as well as someone reading a story and everyone listening. 😊

Attention all Hogwarts Legacy MCs!

I am starting an MC Sleepover! Everyone is welcome!

To participate just Reblog with an image, drawing, or even a sleepover story with your MC to THIS post

Sharing and “nominating” others is definitely encouraged! I would like as many peeps at this sleep over as possible!💜💙

I look forward to seeing everyone’s MCs in there pjs! 🌙✨

[lost-in-hogwarts]

Please let's not talk about hands...

[just-another-star-47]

The sound you hear, when standing in the Great Hall for the first time, as the new Fifth year.

- Luscinia's POV -

-> Her story <-

[lost-in-hogwarts]

Just having a little fun with this prompt. 😁

Lulu and Poppy doing silly stuff with their carved pumpkins.

[just-another-star-47]

Oh hey, it's Luscinia and Sebastian..🫣

By the way, chapter two will be up soon, I'm busy writing and trying not to be too bad of a perfectionist. 😅

Seb x MC coded!