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Anything But Time | Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley never thought he’d fall for a Slytherin girl. Nathalie Adams never thought she’d fall for the class clown.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: Courting

Nathalie Adams was supposedly the most beautiful Slytherin girl in her year, or just the most beautiful girl in her year, or even the school. She looked like her mother, the glamorous blonde heiress, and dominated like her father, Gorgon, the convicted Death Eater.

Like some of the other students Sorted into Slytherin, Nathalie was forced to bear the legacy of a pureblood family that fought on the side of the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War. Although her parents weren’t quite as extreme as some of the other fanatics in the pureblood community, they still held old beliefs and practiced rather archaic traditions, which Nathalie was certainly growing to realize more and more.

Nathalie’s mother Irina was very much concerned with finding Nathalie a suitable husband, even long before she actually could even have a husband. From the moment Nathalie was born, her mother kept a close eye on every reputable pureblood family they knew or met, searching for a son good enough for Nathalie.

Until recently, Irina Adam’s’ fixation had been on one of the Slytherin boys in Nathalie’s year. This was naturally before Irina had gotten word of Cedric Diggory’s potential crush on Nathalie.

“You never told me that the Diggory boy was pursuing you,” Irina said in a petty tone, her face taking shape in the Slytherin common room fireplace.

Earlier that day, Nathalie had received a letter from her mother instructing her to wait alone in the Slytherin common room at 11 P.M., as she typically did when there was something pressing her mother wished to discuss with her. How this qualified as pressing, Nathalie had no idea.

“Mother. I’m not quite sure where you got that wild bit of misinformation, but I assure you, even if he were trying to pursue me, I have no intention of dating Cedric Diggory,” Nathalie scoffed at the idea.

“And might I ask why not?” Irina demanded.

“Because. I want to marry someone I have more in common with,” Nathalie sighed exhaustedly, “This might come as a shock to you, but I want to marry someone that I… Oh, yes. Want to marry!”

“Oh, get over yourself, Nathalie!” Irina rolled her eyes. “Cedric Diggory might be soft and folsky like his father, but he’s no less of a suitable bachelor than any of the boys born to Sacred 28 families. He’s talented, wealthy, handsome, and—”

“Pureblood?” Nathalie finished the sentence.

Irina frowned at the retort. “Reliable,” she corrected. “He would make a fine husband.”

“To some mousy brunette who reads poetry, maybe,” Nathalie agreed.

“Nathalie… Just humor the boy,” the woman sighed in exasperation.

“Yes, Mother,” Nathalie mocked her. “I’ll study with him. That’s it.”

“Good. Write me by the end of the week,” Irina instructed.

And before Nathalie could manage to get a word in, the fire consumed her mother’s image once again, leaving nothing but an ordinary fire as she just sighed, skulking back upstairs for bed.

*****

Nathalie made her way to the library, book bag slung over her shoulder as she smoothed out her blonde hair, a consistent habit that she had. Cedric spotted her in the corridor before she noticed him, a small moment in time which he captured the beauty of.

“Nathalie,” he called for her.

She turned to face him as she approached the library, smiling once she saw him standing by the doors.

“Cedric,” she breathed out.

He had the most innocent look as he stood there waiting, tall and kind-faced in his black sweater with the tiny Hufflepuff crest on it. Nathalie admitted that, were he more interesting, he’d be captivating.

“Shall we find a table?” he asked her as they walked in together.

“Sure,” she nodded.

Not only was Cedric Diggory the only person at Hogwarts she’d seen make it into the library without being shushed by Madam Pince, but she could’ve sworn that the woman even greeted him with a soft smile. Of course, Nathalie figured, even the ornery librarian can’t resist Cedric Diggory’s charms. But it didn’t take long for her to frown upon noticing Nathalie’s shorter emerald green plaid skirt.

“So. Where would you like to sit?” Cedric asked her pleasantly.

“Anywhere is fine,” she said indifferently.

Nathalie and Cedric found a table far enough from Madam Pince, near one of the windows. Soft light shone in from the window beside them, creating a sort of ambiance. Nathalie had to wonder if Cedric had considered this upon choosing somewhere to sit.

Nathalie and Cedric were both relatively quiet for the first half hour or so of their study session, only speaking when discussing their course work for History of Magic. It was only after they had finished the small amount of studying that needed to be completed when Cedric finally mustered up the courage to start a genuine conversation.

“Professor Binns really is quite thorough in his assignments for someone who spends the better part of classes asleep,” Cedric remarked.

Nathalie nodded in agreement. “I think he’s one of the few teachers who’d fail his own class,” she scoffed.

Cedric just chuckled, appreciating her wit.

“You know, my father said he slept through a week’s worth of the classes he had with him,” he shared with her. “He and his friends ran a wizard’s chess tournament.”

“He sounds like a funny man,” Nathalie thought.

“He definitely is,” Cedric agreed.

He took a moment before

“You know… I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but… you’re really quite beautiful,” he professed, looking at her in awe.

Nathalie just smiled, not surprised at all.

“That doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” she said softly.

She was amused to see the ‘popular Quidditch captain’ Cedric Diggory blushing as he tried to cover it up with a nervous chuckle.

“Good,” he remarked, as they carried on with their conversation.

*****

“Miss Adams,” Professor Snape said curtly as she entered the dungeons for Potions.

Everyone in the room turned as Nathalie arrived in class, thirty-seven minutes late, for the second time in a week despite it being a Tuesday. Any other student would have been given three detentions by now. But, there was no way Professor Snape was willing to publicly punish one of the Slytherin prefects, with some of the highest marks within his House.

“Sorry I’m late, Professor,” Nathalie said with poise, “Professor Flitwick asked me to stay behind and help.”

“Yes, I received his owl, now have a seat.”

Fred Weasley grinned as he turned to Lee Jordan beside him. “Any chance he also said to walk slowly past the back?”

The two boys chortled in amusement. 

“Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley!”

Nathalie shot a look towards the back room as she sat beside one of the other Slytherin girls, Macy Westfield.

“I hate classes with the Gryffindors,” she muttered under her breath.

“I don’t mind, really. Some of them aren’t altogether unpleasant to look at,” Nathalie shrugged.

“Who, like the Weasel twins?” the girl beside her questioned. “You can’t seriously mean them. They’re beneath you.”

“Not yet,” Nathalie pointed out with a smile. “Besides. That was my mother’s plan in hiring a house boy.”

“Fair point,” her classmate remarked as she returned her attention to her brew. 

After class had come to an end, Nathalie and Macy put away their Potions supplies and eagerly left the classroom, only to find Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins blocking their path. Macy and Nathalie exchanged looks as Macy just rolled her eyes. Nathalie stood there, crossing her arms irritably as she made her presence known.

“Excuse me.”

All three boys turned to look at her. Lee and Fred seemed especially pleased to find Nathalie standing behind them. Fred, of course, being the bolder and more brazen twin, shamelessly looked her up and down as she waited for him to move.

“What’s the hurry, little lady?” Fred asked Nathalie cheekily.

Macy’s patience was waning much faster than Nathalie’s.

“We need to find someone who can afford a pack of gum,” she retorted.

Lee couldn’t help but laugh as George just stood by and watched to see how this would play out.

“Now hold on. What’s with the aggression?” Fred attempted to flirt. “I’m just making conversation.”

“You’re making me dry,” Nathalie said in a deadpan sort of tone.

Lee and George were now both invested bystanders.

“I bet I could fix that,” Fred offered even more shamelessly, his face inches from hers as he bent down to speak to her.

“I bet you had ham for lunch,” Nathalie forced a sarcastic smile. “Now move.”

George laughed giddily at his brother as he just stood there, looking a bit disheartened as he reluctantly moved aside for the two girls to pass.

-

[turvi]

Beauty and the Beast -1

Sirius Black x Plus size! Reader

Sirius was cachinnating in the library with his best friends as Madam Pince kept shushing him. The group quickly started talking again in hushed tones. Only one of them was not enjoying the group's childish behavior.

"You all are children" Remus groaned. All he wanted to do was peacefully read his poems in the library but it seemed like his best friends had other plans. They started reading what he was and as expected were laughing at their own stupid jokes. "If you don't want to read don't read it". He snatched his book from James' hand and tried to go back to his reading.

He was quite captivated until his friends Sirius started to read the poem in a horrible posh British accent. Remus just rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. He wandered and soon saw an empty seat beside a window and started reading his book in peace while his friends were still snickering amongst themselves when Madam Pince interrupted them again.

"If you boys don't pick up a book right now, you will have to leave the library."

The group immediately dispersed in different directions to get a book just to glance at it. Sirius was looking through the shelve judging the books by their cover when he spotted a book. He didn't know what it was about but he thought the cover is pretty and he might actually read it and find out if he likes the book or not.

He was about to pick up the book when someone else from the other side of the shelf took it. He was about to berate the person until he saw her eyes. They were beautiful. Those cold y/e/c eyes glaring at him with hate. But Sirius couldn't help but smirk.

"Hey"

She ignored him and sat in front of Remus. Sirius quickly took notice and sat beside Remus who groaned and was ready to push Sirius off the chair if he interrupts his reading again.

In his true nature, Sirius rested his chin on his palm and took in her features. He honestly didn't mean to stare but something about her kept pulling his attention toward her. Especially her chubby cheeks. He wanted to squish them so badly but respectfully.

"I can't help but notice we have the same interests" He was clearly amused by her not getting affected by her hateful glares. She continued to ignore him. On any other day, this would have offended Sirius. Her cold nature did throw him off balance but not completely.

"So you like reading huh?" Sirius asked with a cheesy smile.

"I just want to read in peace" Remus whined pinching his nose bridge

Sirius ignored him "So you have a name?"

She rolled her eyes and got up from her seat going towards Madam Pince to get her book issued. Sirius smiled in amusement.

"Huh, how does it feel to get rejected Padfoot?"

Sirius squinted his eyes at his best friend "I thought you were reading"

"I was but this was way more enjoyable watching a girl reject you not once but twice"

"Shut up Moony"

After sitting in a comfortable silence when Sirius interrupted his much-wanted silence "So do you know her?"

It was Remus' turn to roll his eyes "No Siri just because I spend my time in here doesn't mean I know everyone"

"You are being very moody today and it's not even full moon today," he said lowering his voice.

After another long silence, Sirius spoke up again "I wonder what her favorite color is"

Remus just closed his book staring into space questioning his life decisions.

Y/n closed the dorm door letting out a deep breath.

"Hey, you alright?" Audrey asked.

Y/n smiled at her long-time friend. She was thankful to have Audrey as her friend and roommate. Along with Audrey, she got extra three friends Nina, Martha, and Ralph Audrey's boyfriend who got to see the real side of Y/n.

"I am fine, something weird happened to me today"

"Oh let me gather everyone then we will all hear about it." Audrey didn't even take two steps when Y/n stopped her.

"We will tell them later."

"Ok then sit and tell me quickly what happened"

Y/n settled down and after another deep breath told her "Sirius Black was flirting with me today"

Audrey was gobsmacked "Oh Merlin it is happening... you are finally getting a boyfriend" she squealed

"Noo, Audrey calm down I am not giving in to his advances"

"Oh.... but why he is so cute and hot I would have more things to add if I knew him"

"Yeah, I don't know too much about him either but from what I have seen and heard he should be avoided" Y/n tried to reason with a hopeless romantic she shares her room with.

"But what if he is actually into you, at least talk to him you don't have to start a relationship immediately"

"Ok let's say I go up to him and say hey I am interested and he then calls me a fat freak in front of everyone" tears were now stinging in Y/n's eyes. Audrey shifted to Y/n's bed trying to comfort her. She knew how badly she was hurt by Marcus' words. He was Y/n's first boyfriend and also the guy that made Audrey realize she has a bad temper and can throw a great left hook.

"Is this about Marcus?"

"He made me feel like a monster" Y/n sobbed on Audrey's shoulder. If Audrey had a pang of slight guilt about punching Marcus it was long gone. He might have gotten punched for his actions but his words still Y/n more aloof than ever. "And you are forgetting he is Sirius Black he can flirt with an empty chair. I am sure he has already forgotten about me"

"I can't stop thinking about her" Sirius sighed with a lovelorn look staring the ceiling.

"Who?"

"That girl Moony, I know this sounds stupid because I just met her. But something is pulling me towards her."

"Well too bad she doesn't feel the same"

"Too bad I won't give up without trying"

"Is it because she rejected you, is this some sort of revenge? If it is I will suggest you against it" Remus said covering his face with his blanket.

Sirius only hummed when his brain finally registered what he said: "wait, so you do know her enough to tell me her name?"

"No dammit I don't remember her name, why is she so special anyways, you have spent a whole night with girls and never bothered remembering their names"

"I know my bad I apologized I didn't mean to forget their name I even gave them flowers and told them they deserve better."

"So what is it" Remus poked his head out of the blanket his sandy blonde hair disheveled.

"I honestly don't, maybe she is all I know is I just want to know about her, just sit there and listen to her talk"

"And he is gone, I think I am going to go to sleep"

Sirius hummed again his smile not leaving his face.

Part 2

@i-amtitania

A/n: I don't know man I try. Please REBLOG AND COMMENT if you like this shit.

[zipquips]

do you have a favourite holmes novel?

hi anna!!! since i ended up telling you about two of my favorite stories in a post already, i am going to tell you what my favorite sherlock & co stories have been so far :)

the golden pince-nez is still one of my favorites for the iconic "give the heavenly father my best quote" and just the atmosphere overall. like the music in the church scenes and the echoes and the way everything just felt so vivid even though it's a podcast was just, wow. the mystery itself was great too!!!

i've not read this one yet so idk how accurate it was, but i was captivated the whole time!

i also really liked silver blaze as well!!! the inclusion of the radio commentary on the horse race and the mystery itself was so so so so so so cool and i really enjoyed the sherlock and john dynamic throughout the whole episode. i loved john telling sherlock and john bickering about looking at the body before the police got there was <3 and i love that john got to have his medical moment while looking over the body!!!!

i read this one ten years ago when i first got into sherlock holmes so i don't remember much but the mystery was so so so so so good!!!

[wolofgang]

Extrait du roman noir de science-fiction: Star Gangsters

Lorsqu'une femme veut cesser de se prostituer, elle est convoquée pour une visite chez le gynécologue. Alors qu'elles ont les jambes écartées pendant que le gynéco les ausculte, il leur enfonce un katana laser dans le vagin qui fait rôtir la muqueuse en dégageant une odeur de poulet braisé, ce qui leur paralyse les jambes. Elles sont ensuite passées vivantes à la broyeuse mécanique . Elles meurent systématiquement en vomissant une énorme giclée de sang. Les robots aspirateurs recueillent le sang répandu sur le mur et le sol en marbre blanc. Le résidu qui sort de la broyeuse en bouillie entre dans la composition secrète du Chili con Carne le plus prisé de Glièse581c. Toutes les captives n'auront pas cette chance de mourir rapidement, pour celles qui comme Julia ont tenté de tuer un de leurs bourreaux pour fuir, la salle du gynéco se transforme avec trois simples battements de mains en salle de torture. Le mur escamotable révèle en coulissant tous les instruments: chalumeau, aiguille à tricoter, marteau, machette, pinces, tenailles barbelé, broches à rôtir. et toutes sortes de couteaux et sabres. Le médecin retire la peau du visage de Julia après l'avoir incisée d'un petit trou au scalpel à l'arrière du crâne et passé une paille pour souffler dedans afin que sa peau se détache de sa chair en se gonflant comme le poisson globe. Le gynéco retire le visage en détachant les nerfs avec son auriculaire à l'ongle pointu. Elle hurle de démence et de souffrance lorsqu'elle se regarde les chairs à vif dans le miroir.

[peachesobviously]

King Laurent and King Damianos

[malice-bradbury]

“And if beauty is terror,” said Julian, then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we only have one. What is it?”

“To live,” said Camilla

“To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm.

(note: none of the pictures are mine,, ctto pinterest)

[operation-619]

I’ll keep you safe.

05/10/21

Homelander X Innocent!Reader (female). 

This was request by the lovely @queenieheartsbitches​, they requested that I do Homelander x reader fic where the reader will be naïve and innocent. This Fic will have a dark tone to it so please read at your own risk. I am so sorry it took so long, but it is what it is. if you enjoy please leave a comment about what you liked and don’t be afraid to reblog and reach out for some requests of your own. 

Words: 2.4K

Summary: Homelander has the need to protect the last piece of innocence left in his life, keeping her away from the darkness that is Vought. He grew up with her in the labs that made him who he is today, yet they had completely different upbringings. But she is his, no matter what. 

Warnings: Dub/Con elements, language, menstrual cycle and blood, manipulation, mentions of violence, Homelander basically using the readers naivety against her. 

[Masterlist] - Part Two

1994

The first few years of (Y/N)’s life was spent in a glass box; fitted with a bed, table, and chair. If she wasn’t being tested on or testing her powers, they kept her in that box. Food was passed through a slot to the side of the door, she had a limited number of toys that were her only friends for a while. She named them Bricky and Blocky, they were two dolls that didn’t have faces. In fact, they didn’t have any defining features at all, but she was attached to the two toys like no mans business.

When she was eight, her best friend entered her life, she called them Doctor Brookes. The Doctor was a smoothed face woman in her late thirties, with high cheek bones and hooded-almond eyes, her thick black hair was always kept up in a neatly wrapped bun at the back of her head with a pen always sticking out of it at an angle. The moment (Y/N) met the Doctor she noticed how tall and slender the woman was, she found the doctor breathtakingly beautiful. But there was something dark behind the Doctor’s eyes that always made her take caution with the way she spoke and moved. But the Doctor was the greatest friend (Y/N) ever had. Next to John of course.

When (Y/N) was nine years and eleven days old she awoke to pain in her stomach and blood flowing from her thighs, she did the only thing she could think of and screamed. After the hysteria was over, Dr Brookes came to the glass box and sat her down on her lumpy bed and explained how her body was changing, but it was different.

“Your body is changing, you will turn into a woman, but you won’t be like every other woman out there (Y/N). Do you understand?” The red lipstick was captivating, (Y/N) watched her mouth move as the words poured out.

“All the test we have been doing are making you better and your body is finally healing. You will become powerful little warrior.”

‘Warrior, huh no ones ever called me that before,’ her mind was racing as she thought of the days and years to come.

“Will it hurt?” Her voice was timid as she clutch Bricky and Blocky to her chest, her little heart was starting to ache with how fast it was beating.

“Of course,’ the doctors hand was places delicately on (Y/N) warm cheek, ‘but you will power through it. Won’t you little one?” Brown eyes bored into (Y/N)’s and held her gaze with a look that left a chill to run down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Yes Doctor.” White teeth came into view as the Doctor’s red lips were pulled up into a smile. There was a twinkle in her almond-hooded eyes as she clapped her hands together before standing up from her crouched position in front of (Y/N).

The glass door opened suddenly, and Doctor Vogelbaum stepped through his white coat twisted at the back and ruffled. He cleared his throat and beckoned Doctor Brooke to come over, quite words were exchanged before they both glanced over to (Y/N).

“Is she ready?” The man stalked towards the little girl sat on the bed and crouched down to inspect her, Doctor Brooke said something to him but (Y/N)’s attention was on the coldness of his eyes. She winced when he harshly pinched her round cheek and squeezed.

“Good, she’ll be a wonderful weapon for Vought.” (Y/N) shook her head violently and protested, “Doctor Brooke said I’d be a warrior!” His mouth pulled into a snarl and his yellow teeth were barred together, the anger radiating from his face made (Y/N) pull Bricky and Blocky up to her face.

“You little girl,’ the dolls were ripped from (Y/N)’s grip,’ will be the weapon we made you to be, you can pretend you are a warrior, but you were made to be a weapon.” Doctor Vogelbaum turned and walked away ignoring the wailing from the little girl trapped in the glass box.

2019

“Can we go to the carnival later, I heard they had deep-fried chocolate bars.” His ridiculous cape blocked (Y/N)’s view of the TV screen. She sat, with her legs propped up on the glass table watching the trailer for Vought’s newest hero addition. But her vision got cut off when John came storming into the meeting room muttering about how ungrateful everyone was. As far as (Y/N) was concerned John wasn’t talking about her because she was always grateful, Doctor Brooke had taught her to always be grateful for what she had. No matter the circumstances. So, when John came in, tense and disturbed (Y/N) brought it upon herself to make the best thing in her life happy. And the carnival always made her heart fly.

“John,” her feet swung off the table and carried her to the Supe. His frame was tense, telling her all she needed to know, reaching out (Y/N) placed her hand on John’s bicep and gently stroked. Her effect on the man was visible even a blind man could sense the soft spot the legendary Homelander had for this woman.  The man in question deflated and mumbled a quite “fuck”.

(Y/N) tutted and lightly pinched the man, “watch your language J,” she trailed her hand downwards and swiftly turned the hunk of the man around until he was facing her, without question she wrapped her arms around his torso and nestled her face into his neck. After years of getting use to (Y/N)’s behaviour John still tensed when she pulled him into one of her loving hugs. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around her body, he wasn’t in the mind set for physical contact right now but that was him, the woman in his embrace was nothing like him.

Nothing.

He was raised in a lab, constantly being tested on and his only comfort was a blanket and the occasional faces he saw, that reminded him that he wasn’t forgotten. His mind was drilled and filled with war strategies and how to win people over, his mind was not filled with empathy or love and affection like most people. On the outside he was what everyone in America needed, he seemed like he had the life he wanted and the people, he showed the world how happy he was doing his job and how grateful he was to save the people of the US of A.

But on the inside, it was a whole fucking mess.

Letting out a deep sigh, John dropped his head on top of (Y/N)’s, letting her heart calm his racing mind. The scent of her was soothing, it strangely gave him a comfort of home. He lost himself to his thoughts as he stood there with her in his arm, hearts harmonising into a domestic beat. He slowly remembered how different they were, two completely different humans and yet they fit together so perfectly – he seems to think so anyway. He couldn’t bare to let her go, when he first met her the thing that stood out to him the most was how vulnerable she was. Standing with the smile of a god on her face, (E/C) eyes wide and brimming with innocence that he knew would disappear quickly if she befriended him.

But he was wrong, they had known each other for a long time, and she is still the same wide-eyed innocent motherfucker he met when he was young. He didn’t know if it was the way he was conditioned when he was younger, but his saviour complex was completely different when it came to (Y/N). To this day, he refuses to let Translucent anywhere near her, he made that mistake once and the rage he felt was other worldy and the pain he left Translucent in was something the sadist in him was extremely proud of.

“John?” her voice was muffled, and it almost went completely passed his ears, but he heard it and recognised the discomfort in her tone. He then realised that through his mindless wonder, he had subconsciously tightened his grip on her. Breathing a quick ‘sorry’ he let her go and watched curiously as she scanned his face. He knew what she was thinking, (Y/N) didn’t hide her emotions as well as she thought she did.

“What is the matter now?” her hand gently caressed his cheek, the smile on her face grew slightly as she felt John lean into it. She could feel the tense jawbone constrict and relax as he exhaled softly, she didn’t even blink when she felt John’s hands come down to rest on her hip. She was use to these administrations of affection, something that other people had a hard time wrapping their heads around. She never understood why. But she just guessed it was just down to the past these two shared, the lack of a parental figure – but it was more extreme in Johns case. Nevertheless, she still understood the crave for any kind of physical contact, the need to be heard and held.

“I just. It’s nothing my Dove. I just want to hold you.” And with that he brought is forehead down and rested it on top of hers, (Y/N) looked up through her eyelashes and observed how relaxed his face was, no hints of the stress or burden that were holding him down when he came in. It made her happy to see that he was able to relax when it came to her, it made her happy that he was able to fall apart and trust her enough to put him back together. She was suddenly distracted by the fingers that were tilting her chin upward, even more taken back by the lips that pressed gently onto her own. She pulled back and looked at the man in front of her, a warmth slowly caressed her cheeks.

“Sorry, you just shocked me a little you didn’t ask like you usually did.” Her eyes were cast downwards, watching the floor sparkle in the afternoon sun. (Y/N)’s eyes stayed down when those same fingers came back to tilt her face upwards.

“(Y/N), look at me.” (E/C) shot upwards meeting a breath taking blue, “I’m sorry I forgot, I just need you to make me feel better, is that okay?” the man asking the question watched as the woman in front of him bit her lip before nodding her head. Gently, he moved his thumb upwards and rolled her lips out from the torture of her teeth, and gently rubbed it. He smiled wolfishly when (Y/N)’s face took on a flustered look and she nodded her head slightly, a breathless whimper slipped past her lips as John gently surged forward and captured her lips again. He cupped her face and brought himself flush to her, every time he does it, he never gets over the taste of her – sweet and innocent.

(Y/N) had to suppress the noises threatening to slip past her lips as she brought her hands up to Johns chest, she couldn’t tell if her heart was beating so fast it was making her ears ring or if it was John who was having this effect on her. But either way she loved it.

She remembered the first time he kissed her, he had just come back from a taxing recon and he was pissed – excuse the bad language, she listened to him rant and rave about the incompetence of people and how no one understands the extent of his job. And after all that he still was tensed she could practically see the muscle damage through his posture, so she jumped onto him and hugged him with everything she had. She didn’t know how long they were stood there, but what she did know was that one second she’s hugging The Homelander-earths mightiest Super, and the next his hand is holding her cheek and his lips are planted on hers. John knew that was her first kiss, she quietly asked why he had done it, and he explained how she - (Y/N) (L/N) makes him feel happy, healthy, and so much better.

“I love how you make me feel like everything is going to be fine, and I need this. Don’t you want me to feel good?”

And she didn’t want to make him feel hurt, and since then whenever he needs her, she is there.

Always.

Because she loves him, as much as he loves her, and she is willing to give him everything he asks for and so much mor-

“Ms (L/N), I need to borrow Homelander for a minute.” The voice of Stillwell projected loudly into the vast room, making (Y/N) jump back in surprise. Her (E/C) eyes looked at the woman standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and face scowling at the scene in front of her. She didn’t know what it was but Madelyn never like the two of them together in the same room, (Y/N) knew if she had it her way Madelyn wouldn’t have the two of them on the same planet.

“I’ll see you later Dove,” with a quick kiss to the forehead (Y/N) watched as the man she was just kissing practically skip out of the door, with tears burning at the back of her eyes she turned around and sluggishly made her way back to the chair she was occupying moments ago.

Laying back, she looks back at the screen, still showcasing the show she was watching. But her mind was casted to the pair that had just left the room, she knew deep down in her stomach that something was going on between the two of them. But her heart couldn’t handle that. Rising her hand into the air she could see the red wisps dancing around her hand, moving her fingers slightly she watched as the sun started to dim and not long after the familiar rumble of thunder announced itself. She absentmindedly weaved her fingers around, her focus on the television, but her attention every now and then would listen to the calming storm raging outside the windows. The grey clouds encased the city below, the thunder clashed loudly in the air as rain fired down.

(Y/N) smiled slightly and closed her eyes, listening to the storm outside. She felt at peace as she waited for her John to come back, she felt at peace as the storm inside her slowly started to dissipate.

(Y/N) remembered the words of Doctor Brooke, and how right now she felt anything but a warrior. But she knew that as long as she had John, she will be okay.

[snape-oasis]

Would you mind writing young snape x reader where Lily hates Snapes crush and try’s to talk him out of asking her on a date but he does so anyways?

A/N: Hello! Love this prompt, I'm absolutely obsessed with young!snape x reader fanfics. I hope this little thing meets your expectations xx

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing and negative language, mostly nice though!

The Black Lake

“Do you think she would enjoy it?” Severus questioned, looking over at his companion with wide, hopeful eyes. Lily Evans gave him a cold look. 

“Don’t know why you’re even bothering to ask her out. She’s bad news, Sev, you should know better,” she said, as she opened the door to the library. 

“Bad news? What about her is bad news?” Severus replied as he plopped their textbooks on a table near the back. 

“You know! She’s always hanging out with those stupid Slytherins…” 

“I’m a Slytherin, Lily,” Severus interrupted, giving her an annoyed look. She had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. 

“You know I don’t mean you, Sev. You’re different…”

“Why? Just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I’m not a true Slytherin. I hang out with those ‘stupid Slytherins’, too.” Two blotches of colour appeared high on Severus’ cheeks, something that was happening more and more often when he got into arguments with Lily. 

Lately, he’d been trying to stand up for himself more and counter what Lily would say about his house and housemates. She tended to lump them altogether and rant about the more...negative attributes their reputation landed them. Typically, he wouldn’t mind very much–the Slytherins in his year were particularly stupid at times. But lately, she had taken to giving scathing complaints about you, and he was growing increasingly angrier with each word. You were his only real friend in Slytherin, a feat that had taken a lot of patience and trust, but you managed it. As the years went by, however, something special rose between you two, and it was finally bearing fruit.

“Yes, but you’re not like them! You don’t go around cursing people for fun and practicing dark magic, and you’re not going around calling people Mudbloods,” Lily’s cheeks grew redder. “Can’t you see? If you ask her out on that date, she’s going to drag you right into it, too! She’s a horrible, selfish, annoying slag!” Her voice had risen and people looked over at Lily. Madam Pince gave their table a fierce glare and fingered her wand. Severus’ face grew darker the more Lily spoke, his hands beginning to tremble. 

“No, Lily. You’re wrong. I know her better than you, and I know she would never, ever do things like that unless under Imperius. And frankly, I’m tired of hearing you nag on and on about her, especially when you know how I feel. I’m leaving.” Severus said, a tone of finality in his words as he stood up and grabbed his books. Lily looked anxious. 

“Sev, wait! I just don’t want to see you make a mistake or get hurt,” she said, lowering her voice to a murmur as Madam Pince turned to face them again. Severus gave Lily a stony look.

“I know how to take care of myself. Bye, Lily.” And he walked away. 

He wandered aimlessly. He was too anxious to go to the Slytherin common room and be surrounded by the other people with free periods, but he didn’t want to wait around somewhere he could get ambushed by the Marauders. He sighed, his legs bringing him out to the edge of the Black Lake. He sat on a rock, the waves licking at the place his toes were resting. He pondered what Lily had said to him. 

What if it was true? He knew you had a closer relationship with the other Slytherins, something he envied when he first started to get to know you. Your families ran in similar circles, and even though you were a half-blood, you had gained their respect and admiration through your hard work and captivating personality. But, even through all of that, you stayed by his side and only he knew your true thoughts. He knew how much you hated blood supremacy, and you shared a similar view of the Dark Arts and how they should be practiced and regulated. You cared about Potions very deeply, and you were incredibly understanding of Severus’ sometimes volatile nature. All in all, you were the only one that cared about him as a person, and that’s what made him fall for you. 

As he contemplated his feelings for you, he didn’t notice you sneak up behind him until you covered his eyes with your hands. 

“Guess who?” You said teasingly. His lips quirked up in a tiny smile, enormous by Severus standards. Your heart fluttered, knowing you were one of the few people that got to see it. 

“Hello. How did you find me?” Severus asked, scooting over on the huge rock so that you could plop down beside him. You set your bag down and pulled your knees up to your chest, your head facing Severus. 

“I just had a feeling you might be out here,” you replied, turning your head to keep him from seeing your cheeks heating up at his intense gaze. 

“I–I have to ask you something.” Severus blurted. Your head shot back towards him, your stomach beginning to fill up with little honeybees doing their little waggle dance. 

“Yeah, Sev?” You replied, your hands beginning to tremble. Was this it?

“I...I was wondering i-if you would be willing to…” He trailed off, swallowing. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he looked terribly uncertain, the splotches of soft crimson on his cheeks beginning to grow. The echoes of laughter from the grounds reached very faintly to your secluded area, but he was more focused on the blood rushing through his ears. 

“Willing to what?” You asked, feeling a little bit out of breath. You hoped this was it. You had wanted this for so long, it hurt you to even think about it. 

“Would you be willing to go on a date with me?” He mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear what he said. You inhaled sharply, hardly daring to believe the words that came out of his mouth. 

“D-do you mean it? Do you mean it, Sev?” You asked, moving toward him insistently, demanding his response. He nodded. 

“Of course I mean it,” he said, lacing his fingers together in an attempt to stop their shaking and he turned his head away from you and toward the lake, trying to will away his embarrassment. 

Your mouth formed into a wide grin, and you covered it with your hand. You felt giddy, excited, elated, all of the emotions. It’s finally happening, you thought to yourself, your inner monologue becoming a bunch of flying hearts. 

“Yes, Sev. Absolutely.” 

A/N: I hope you liked this. Don’t know if this came off super slanderous towards Lily, I’ve never written her character before but I think she could be mean if she feels threatened in a way. Please let me know what you think and send me more requests, this was so fun to write! Also, if you want to be on the tag list, shoot me a dm!

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[siriusmydeer]

my pretty witch

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james shows you how beautiful your body is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!james, sub!reader, fingering, fem!receiving oral, body insecurities, self doubt, missionary, penetration, marking, daddy kink, kissing, praise, mentions of sickness, wolfstar mention <3

note; requested.

the birds were singing, the sun was glowing, it was the most memorable saturday of the spring season.

students were speaking amongst themselves as the birds were increasingly chirping and the glinting sun that was only visible hanging planet in the sky that was emitting shimmering rays upon the two girls sitting amongst themselves. the faint gust of wind peering as subtle background noise whilst the rest of the courtyard was trifling around on the weekend.

“'m not sure lils, i just feel— it’s hard to explain.” you began to explain with an expression of embarrassment starting to linger on your face, a simple yet prying conversation amongst the ginger whilst you both sat upon the fresh-cut grass upon the millions of acres that belonged to hogwarts.

students of hogwarts were fairly spaced out upon the yard, as well as corridors and the library with madame pince no doubt hurrying them away to keep the tranquility rather in unbroken, as it was one of the first warm days for weather since the scotland air was filled with ivory flecks that completely covered the viridescent grounds.

almost no gryffindor peers around only the two of you insight. james, remus, peter, and sirius had all made their way closer to the quidditch pitch the minute they left breakfast; mainly so james could practice alongside sirius, and they could prance around the pitch on their brooms like first years who had just learned how to fly, as remus and peter watched. mainly peter, remus had cracked open his most latest read as soon as he sat upon the stands whilst faintly blushing from time to time at sirius’ winks and irritatingly pleasant wolf whistles.

what you hadn’t known was james leaving his mates with each other slightly earlier than expected in a quest for his girlfriend.

he had a glistering grin formed on his lips after catching sight of you speaking amongst lily. he was ready to parade over to you and boast about his newest quidditch tricks he had learned whilst sitting upon your lap ruining the serene aura that swarmed around your conversation with the ginger.

the deviant sun flickered delicate rays over your figure, to james you were effortlessly gleaming in the golden hues that radiated upon your skin.

his girl.

how could someone be so utterly beautiful?

the only thing diminishing his smile from the apex of his lips was when he was close enough to catch wind of your conversation with the gryffindor.

“i don't want him to think ‘m disgusting or anything! i just— i have stretch marks and stuff. i don't wanna be unappealing or something.” you whined following a groan whilst tilting your head back, covering your eyes at the slowly sinking sun radiating into your irises.

lily gaped at you befuddled before speaking, “but i mean, you’ve had sex before—” she spoke rather boisterously, you rapidly took the palm of your hand, clutching it over her mouth before she removed it and continued speaking, “and he's never been ‘disgusted’ or anything prior.” she finished in a whisper at your widen eyes; your face contorting into fear, afraid someone had heard what she said.

“’m just nervous that just because he doesn't express anything, doesn't mean he doesn't think it.” you chewed heavily at the skin of your peeling lips before applying a fresh layer of chapstick to the chapped cushions.

the awareness of your pending stress began to become overwhelming in your veins as you expressed your concerns to lily.

the bespectacled boy less than ten feet away from you tremendously creased his features in bewilderment, his face almost permanently contorting into a grueling grimace. did he ever do anything to make you think you were undesirable to him? you were quite literally an angelic essence that roamed the acres of hogwart’s at every waking moment of the day, it was like he had won the lottery, (something muggle-like you had mentioned to him) when you had agreed to go on a date with him.

and now you suspected something he couldn't even imagine in a nightmare.

he stayed a moment longer, listening to you drone on upon the fact he might've found you horrid or repelling. his psyche opting to trudge back to the gryffindor towers where he had originally planned to meet with you after your meet-up with lily.

what decision could've reveled in your mind to decide that he might've thought grueling thoughts on the certain aspects of your psychical appearance that he particularly found beautiful. your personality was captivating, of course. but that didn't mean he wouldn't bore his eyes into your figure trying to memorize every micro-detail of you and your features. any juncture of time he had with you he would spend adorning every aspect of you, when you happen to be separated he would spend his mind fulfilling images of you.

there wasn't one moment where he wasn't thinking of you.

and there wasn't one singular nanosecond he didn't think you weren't a goddess walking the earth.

even before you had brushed your teeth on particularly rough mornings before classes when the mangled tuffs of your hair that clung to your roots before brushing it, even when you were blowing your nose and heaving the tissues onto the ground when you were adamantly sick and you couldn't even whiff the most pungent scents; you were angelic.

so how in merlins name would you think so negatively of yourself?

james proceeded to haul his legs in pacing motions across the floor whilst he awaited your presence in the vermillion stricken common room. his thoughts overwhelming him on the mere thought of you and your psyche negatively impacting every nook and cranny of your mind-- which he would opt to remove any moment he got the chance to.

at the tumble of his limbs moving around the common room he heard a similar pair of footsteps enter the common room, “you alright, love?” you inquired gently, your figure tremendously slouched and drowsy after being in overwhelming embarrassment, the quick spin of his figure catching your attention.

“should i not have—” you initiated to speak again, your words almost completely disorganized, speaking first rather than overthinking your words at his slight apprehensive behaviors since you had arrived mere seconds ago.

“i love you,” he began, now walking over to your tense figure, “and you're my person,” said james in a rapid pace, the words of his tongue rolling off haphazardly. you began to crease your eyebrows confusedly at his confession, his hands deciding to sit on both sides of your fragile jaw that began to clench in the encasement of his palms.

you were adamantly confused at where his arbitrary confession had sprouted from, and the intentions behind it.

“’m quite aware, yes?” you sighed in the duration of your sentence recalling the conversation over your appearance with lily just a few minutes ago, now defiantly looking at your shoes before speaking again. “why the sudden confession, james?” you inquired again, this time sorrowfully.

“’m not an eavesdropper or anything,” he began to defend himself, seeing your eyes hastily peer ascent to him along with the widening of your eyes, “but, i— i heard what you said to lily.” he finished his sentence wistfully. you respired heavily for a moment, your hands now clutching onto his that remained laid onto your complexion.

“just, i dunno. ignore my thoughts, they’re stupid.”

his eyes proceeded to widen at your request. his reaction to being adamantly confused was contorted in the features of his face like he had been peering over the defense against the dark arts section on an O.W.L.S exam after not studying for a week.

“i could never just ignore you. i care about what you think, m’love.” he dragged the pad of his thumb against the dermis of your cheek, feeling the broad flush of your skin begin to warm the velvet palms of hands. “i just— i can't explain it.”

there was a detrimental feeling pooling in your mind at the feeling of embarrassment beginning to tinge your cheeks. you felt as if you were in the middle of a school audition and suddenly forgot all of your lines, the insistent feeling of unworthiness popping up in your mind every couple of minutes like a menace throughout your life.

“c’mon, darling,” he whispered whilst beckoning you, removing his hands that were clutched onto the apple of your cheeks now sliding his digits through your own. the balmy feeling of his palm radiating into yours was the only steady grasp you had while he had led you into his empty dormitory.

his emotions continued to display as unknown whilst he sat upon the vermillion knit comforter that laid quite messily upon his bed. his legs began to open whilst he brought your body between them. his palms making a heavy grip upon the curvature of your waist, and his thumb now stroking the cotton material that adorned your figure. his thumb gliding down to the hem, suddenly feeling the warm flush of your skin melding into his own.

“let me make you feel good.” james began to plead, his face quirking into a mild pout. your mind reflecting on your insecurities for a moment, the ripples in your skin, the vergetures tissue that was rooted upon your flesh, but as of right now that was now to be the least of your concerns that ventured in your mind.

the pads of his calloused palm lingered to the planes of your lower back to the swell of your bottom, his hands palming at the denim material while he awaited your answer; you merely nodded your head, his grin increasingly growing whilst his grip managed to maneuver you hurriedly onto the middle of his bed. your legs slightly fumbling before your spine was adjacent to his mattress.

his lip was now faintly tucked under the cushion of his lip while his athletic form began to hover over your body. the ivory white top you were dressed in was now being pulled down to the point of the exposure of your brassiere, and the dewy kisses emitting from his lips were now faintly pressed against the mantle of your skin.

his fingers feebly started to grasp at the flimsy material of your top before raising it over the undulating form of your body, his hand flinging the pallid fabric onto the mahogany wood of his dormitory. james had now buried his head between your supple mounds that laid gracefully on your chest, his swirling tendrils of brunet tickled at the planes of your jugular.

he felt the slight respire hitching in your chest while lips suckled at the skin that guarded your sternum, the slight blossoming hue rested in the juncture of your chest whilst his lips proceeded to move around your midriff.

the silk tresses of his brunet tuffs faintly titillated at your abdomen as the sponges of his kisses landed directly on the lower regions of your abdomen. his lips continuing to suction recurrent markings till the fluorescent blooms of umber and vermillion spilled delicately onto the searing flesh of your midriff.

his cerulean eyes peeled off of the buckle from your jeans, his eyes now sauntering out your face, and your arms now balancing yourself so you can gape into his eyes. he tilted his head in question, emitting a second nod of confirmation from you. taking it upon himself to rid of your clothing from your legs, leaving his hand traveling into the flimsy sheet of scarlet lace you had been clad in.

his finger swirled upon the swollen button once, releasing an enclosed gasp from your lungs that had been held in your trachea. his hands grasping upon the tight material and removing it from your body before looking at the sopping folds of your cunt.

once, twice, three times, he glided his fingers through your arousal effortlessly before attaching his lips to the swelled nub, proceeding to suckle like a babe. his tongue exploring your cunt whilst your wavering moans were transferring through the air. he began to maneuver your legs to balance on the bend of his shoulders whilst your pending moans lay enticingly in the air; your feeble digits feeling the strain of his tuffs in the clutch of your fingers at his arousing stimulation.

his ring and middle finger began to prod at your entrance before sliding into the depths of your aching cunt nimbly. his tongue stretched upon the crevices of your cunt while it collected your sickly nectar on the tip of his tongue, his face now buried in your cunt.

the unyielding quiver in your legs around his head was only steely increasing as he etched you closer and closer upon release. the bubbling moans exuding from your throat only increasing his current pride at your pleasureful noises making him grin into your cunt until you were pleading out to him, rather desperately.

“daddy, please. can i cum?”

“since you asked so nicely.” he retorted to your question enticingly. removing his mouth as his fingers recurrently impelled in the silken encasement of your cunt until your legs were trembling over his shoulders, and your mind had finally bleared out from the explosive butterflies that now lingered in your belly.

he caught sight of a few unwavering mauve lines that retracted in the inside flesh of your thighs, pressing a few absentminded kisses to them before his body began to hover over your own.

the bespectacled boy had now removed the indigo shirt from his body, his abdomen and rippling muscles were now in desolate from your slightly fatigued eyes. his body now recurrently hovering over your heaving one. his thumb swiped against your cheek once before his eyes came in the direct view of your churning abdomen.

he lowered his face till his nose was slightly smeared against your rib cage and his lips came in direct contact with the mauve and pallid lines you had been so doggedly insecure about.

his hands now placed on the curvature of your waist, admiring the stripes that now defined your midsection. tracing the small lines on the left, on the right, then craning his neck under your thighs so he could press a few absentminded kisses to the swell of your bum.

when he had returned from your underside, now catching your lips in a kiss. the hues of orange and red now bleeding into the atmosphere of the room, the sun slowly setting in the underworld amongst the other planets whilst he removed the remaining articles of clothing that had lingered on your figures.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the junction of your neck, landing directly on your pulse point that had been unwaveringly erratic. “astonishingly beautiful, my angel.” he crooned into the curvature of your neck whilst his lips moved to the crease of your jaw.

his hands delicately were fixed on the apex of your thighs, the limbs hanging closely on the burly muscles of his waist. “please, daddy. need you so bad.” you began to mewl while his cock had nudged faintly at your thigh.

at your words, james leisurely filled you to the brim with his cock until the happy trail sprouted ascent his lower abdomen was now pressed against your hips in a minuscule grinding-like motion.

his forearms now embedding into the mattress beside your hair that was cascading around your face similar to a halo that an angel wore proudly, his hips continuously grinding against your hips whilst your ankles were brought into a tight lock on the lower curvature of his spine.

“my pretty girl.”

the motions of his thrusts were steady and protracted. the movements drawing out your orgasms substantially, rather than the feeling of intense euphoric elation, it’s rather prolonged and comforting in the small snap of a coil that trembled in your belly.

the searing flush of your skin colliding with one another whilst his mouth had now been placed upon your own once more. your arms now resting on the nape of his neck, the minuscule scratch, and tug of your fingers bringing him to center of the actions he was trying to exhibit towards you.

his love, his adoration, his appreciation.

the small kisses he left on your hairline whilst he was etched closer, and closer upon his release until the splintering clench in his belly had profusely slackened . “you’re so captivating.” he crooned amid your kiss after separating his lips from yours for a moment.

the meld of his skin against your own was enticing and inviting. his tongue swept into your mouth to envelop the feeling of you just a little more before the ropes of his release had seeped into the depths of your cunt; only deepening the liplock whilst his prick had remained inside of you.

it wasn't a long duration of time before james quickly scrambled away to dress you in his freshly cleaned vermillion and umber quidditch jumper and a pair of his boxer shorts, quickly cuddling close to your side whilst placing a few last kisses to your forehead before he had changed into a pair of sweatpants himself and beckoned you to lay on his chest.

“you m’dear, are, completely, and irrevocably bewitching. my pretty witch.”

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[cafeacademia]

Flustered

Fred Weasley x Shy!Reader

Summary: Fred Weasley is intrigued by the shy, sweet witch in his class, but when he finally has an opportunity to speak to her, he realises just how much he adores her.

Warnings: Lots of fluff, that’s it!

Word count: Approx 4300

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A/N: Hi loves, I had been wanting to write something like this for a long time and inspiration struck the other day after @ickle-ronniekins ​​​ inspired me with her wonderful Freddie fic Tongue Tied 💖

Enjoy! Please let me know if I could improve on writing Fred, I tried my best 😅

Taglist is open!! Please pop me an ask if you’d like to be added 💖

“Stop staring at me.” Ron snapped at his brother as they sat at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. “I’m not staring at you, I’m staring around you.” Fred countered, George snorting out a short laugh while Harry looked up at them amused, Hermione ignoring the conversation with her head down, fingers idly stirring the spoon in her morning tea as she read the book she had brought to the table.

“What the bloody hell are you looking at then?” Ron asked, dramatically swivelling about on the spot in annoyance. “You’re like this every time we sit here, you are. You stare off into space like ‘Loony’ Lovegood.” Ron rolled his eyes. “Ronald.” Hermione suddenly hissed at him and smacked her book against his arm, perhaps with more force than intended, making the boy recoil and hold his arm away from her, looking rather intimidated as if she had tried to bite him.

And as breakfast went on and Ginny rushed off to her morning duties with Umbridge while the others continued to squabble with one another, Hermione looked up from her book and looked over in the direction that Fred had been staring in and her eyes landed on something that told her that he most certainly hadn’t been doing it to annoy anyone.

“You know Fred, he’s just doing it to bother you, Ron.” Ginny added to the conversation as she pulled up her bag onto her lap and rifled through the contents until she pulled out a paper slip. “Stupid Umbridge has got me doing extra essays this morning.” She grumbled, getting up from her seat. “She better not make me late to potions.” She sighed as George quickly plucked the uneaten piece of toast off his plate and placed it into Ginny’s hands before she had a chance to walk away. “Tell us if she gives you grief, we’ll terrorise her, won’t we George?” Fred smirked over at them both.

“It would be our pleasure.” George replied with a mischievous grin.

And while Fred was reluctant to go all the way to the library and write about a subject that he thought was quite dry, he relented and made his way through the castle.

“Are you allergic to studying?” Angelina had asked in slight annoyance. “Oh terribly, I break out in boils and everything.” Fred teased. “Lovely.” She said under her breath. “Which is why you should kindly allow me to-.”

“You are not copying my notes on talking gargoyles.” Angelina told him pointedly and the Weasley twin pouted across the hall table at her. “A History of Hogwarts is your best bet.” She told him. “But if you keep copying my work, we’re both going to get caught since last time you copied it almost word for word and Binns got mad at me. I don’t want Umbridge on my back.” She scolded him in an amused tone, though she wasn’t actually annoyed at him and perhaps if she didn’t want to actually see Fred go and find a book and do his work the proper way, she would have let him copy from her. But the way Fred saw it, it was a perfectly acceptable reason on Angelina’s part, even if it was a rather large inconvenience to Fred.

Searching through the shelves for a copy of A History of Hogwarts, Fred was becoming more exasperated as he struggled to find what he was looking for, but as he scoured the shelves for the missing book, he peeked his head around the end of a bookcase and his heart fluttered. There you stood, a few rows down with a small pile of books in your arms and he felt himself practically melt on the spot.

It was not very often that Fred found himself in this situation, so captivated by a girl that he felt butterflies in his chest. But half of the problem was that Fred had never actually spoken to you, not properly at least, because as it happened, you were incredibly shy and he was incredibly… Not shy.

The times when you did speak to each other was always very short and it seemed that you were almost afraid to speak to people you were not so familiar with, but what Fred didn’t know was that you desperately wanted to talk to him.

Fred was always so intriguing to you, he was kind and sweet and extremely funny and he was never afraid to try things out of his comfort zone, or at least he made it look that way and that had you very curious.

And Fred was just as curious about you too, because even though you were very quiet and shy, he had noticed you conveniently looking away from him very quickly and even catching your eyes on him when you had been deep in your head and he wondered what you thought about when you looked at him. He wondered what you thought of him and it was so unusual for him to care or even be curious about what another person thought of him, but when it came to you, there was a strange pull he felt towards you.

Slowly, he feigned interest in a few book spines on the shelves here and there as he moved up the rows until he got closer to you, watching as you stood over a small wooden book trolley stuffed to the very seams with recently returned books while you looked for something and he wondered, perhaps the book he was looking for was there too.

When he approached, his eyes dropped to the books in your arms and he suddenly felt as if it had all meant to be and he made a mental note to thank Angelina later, because there in your arms was a very shabby, old copy of A History of Hogwarts.

“Hey,” The greeting left his lips and you quickly glanced up at him and restrained yourself from checking around you in case he was speaking to someone else. “Hi Fred.” You replied in a soft voice and he felt his chest warm at the sound of your voice. You sounded so sweet and gentle and your calm, warming vibe seemed to elate him even more.

“Would it be alright if I took a few notes from that book?” He asked, pointing at the old volume of A History of Hogwarts. “All of the other copies have been checked out and I need to write about talking gargoyles or Binns will have my head.” He joked and you smiled, glancing down at the book in your arms, pausing for a moment as you noticed another copy of the book in the cart, but you chose to ignore it, perhaps this was a good time to spend a moment with Fred.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” You giggled softly. “We can share it.” You nodded with a little smile and Fred swore he had just seen and heard the most wonderful thing ever, quickly making it his aim to get more smiles and giggles out of you if he could because if it wasn’t the warmest and most lovely thing he’d experienced all day, he didn’t know what was.

You felt elated, though very nervous as you and Fred sat down together at one of the desks between the rows of books. It certainly didn’t help that Fred scooted his seat close to yours so he could easily see the book and the proximity of him, elbows almost touching, made your heart race.

“So, talking gargoyles?” You asked, opening the book and flicking through the pages. “That’s right, don’t suppose you happen to know if there are any around the castle?” He asked. “I would, actually.” You replied with a little smile and Fred looked over at you with curiosity, looking down at you as you flicked over onto a page on the subject. “And what, do you just go around talking to gargoyles and see if they talk back?” Fred asked, quite seriously and you let out a giggle. “No, well perhaps once or twice.” You admitted, rather shyly.

The pair of you talked, not just about Hogwarts and it’s talking gargoyles, but all manner of things and on several occasions, Madam Pince hushed you both with an irritated, harsh shhh, to which Fred just shook his head and chuckled.

“Did you know that there is one in the Transfiguration courtyard?” You asked, looking up at him and the red haired boy looked at you, intrigued. “No, have you spoken to it?” He asked. “Yes, a few times actually. Some of them are very good at listening when you need someone to talk to, but the one outside of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is very grumpy and ill mannered.” You informed him and while Fred was quite amused by your information, he was grateful to spend some time getting to know the girl that made his heart warm.

He just couldn’t believe he was using talking gargoyles as a way to flirt with a girl.

He was elated, his heart was practically soaring as he packed the last of his writing supplies into his bag, because you were like a breath of fresh air. Fred was unsure he’d met anyone like you, shy yet so sweet and you seemed to have opened up a little bit around him in that hour he had spent with you, he just hoped he had another opportunity to see you open and warm up to him a bit more because it created a feeling in his chest like he had never felt before.

“Thank you for letting me share that book with you, I hope it wasn’t a bother.” Fred said sweetly to you as he pulled his bag onto the table, slowly packing away his History of Magic book, hoping to have just a little more extra time with you. “Never, Fred, let me know if you want to share another book again.” You told him shyly, unable to look at him, because the invite alone falling from your lips was rather an accident and you felt yourself flush with warmth that you’d even said that.

“Definitely.” He winked at you, though he was unsure you saw.

“See you around, love.” Fred said, smiling down at you as he stood up, pulling his bag onto his shoulder. “Bye Fred, good luck with your gargoyles.” You replied, looking over your shoulder at him as he pushed his chair back in and began to walk away.

Walking briskly into the common room with a bounce in his step and an unbeatable smile on his face, Fred walked over to his siblings. “Oi, oi, what’s this?” Fred asked, plucking a piece of paper out of his sister’s hands just as she had taken it back from George. “Umbridge got her in detention with Snape because she made her late to potions again.” George told him. “They’re bloody made for each other.” Fred rolled his eyes, handing the detention slip back to Ginny before dropping himself onto the sofa between his two siblings, Ron and Harry sitting off at the side on a couple of the armchairs.

“Where have you been anyway?” Ginny asked as Fred playfully nudged her away from him on the sofa so he could have a bit more space. “Studying.” He replied with a grin.

“You, voluntarily studying? And why the bloody hell are you so happy about it?” Ron interrogated him. “Oh shove off, can’t a man be happy about talking gargoyles?” Fred asked, Ron and Ginny giggling between themselves. “Talking gargoyles? That’s what’s making you smile like you’ve just won the quidditch world cup?”

“No Ronald,” Hermione countered as she approached the group from behind, circling around the sofa and perching herself on the arm next to George. “It wasn’t the gargoyles, it was a girl.” She announced, while Fred gave her a look of cutting disappointment.

“Ooh a girl, who is it Freddie? C’mon I won’t tell anyone.” George urged, leaning in close to his twin in an effort to get him to whisper it to him. “Yeah, I bet that’s who he’s been staring at all those breakfasts and dinners too.” Ron added. “Well, who is it?” Ginny asked, imitating her brother and leaning in against Fred, looking up at him with intrigue.

“Oi piss off you lot, all we did was bloody study, that’s all.” Fred told them pointedly. “Who is it though?” Ron asked, leaning over himself and prodding Fred’s leg. “None of your bloody business.” Fred chuckled, shoving Ron back and playfully pushing his siblings away from him.

Soon after, Fred and George returned to their dormitory together and Fred knew that George would probably try and pry it out of him somehow. “So what actually happened?” George asked, now that the two were alone in the boys dormitory and they were luckily the only two in the room. “We shared a book, we joked a fair bit and did you know that there’s a talking gargoyle outside of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom?” He asked.

“No?” George replied questioningly.

“No wonder, apparently he’s a right git.”

“Is that what you talked about the whole time? Grumpy gargoyles?” George asked. “Not exactly.” Fred replied, but now that George had said that and made him think back on the conversation, Fred wished he had spent more time chatting about other things and he knew he’d have to try his best to get another conversation with you soon.

“Well at least tell me what she’s like.” George said, sitting himself down on the edge of his bed, looking across at his brother while Fred took in a deep breath and grinned to himself, telling his twin about you.

After that day in the library, Fred took every opportunity he had to chat to you. He’d round on you when your classes together finished so he could swoop in front of you with that cocky smirk that seemed to send butterflies through you and make you even more shy and giggly, he would purposely sit next to you in class, assuming Umbridge wasn’t around to control the seating patterns.

He tried his best to get smiles out of you and he was always passing you notes in classes and pressing them into your hands when he passed you in the hallways.

He was sweet and kind and day by day, Fred managed to get you more and more out of your shell.

You were well and truly falling for Fred Weasley. And he was falling for you too.

“And why exactly did you need to bring me into all of this?” You questioned, feeling a shiver creep across your skin and the Weasley twin gave you a mischievous little smirk. “It’s no fun without someone else and George is serving detention with Filch since he got caught putting stink pellets under Umbridge’s chair before class as payback for Ginny getting detention.” He explained with a proud smile, watching as you laughed, bowing your head, a bit too shy to look him in the eyes.

It was a week later that Fred came hurtling down the corridor with a huge grin plastered on his face and you looked up to see him absolutely legging it towards you and you had half the mind to brace yourself as he approached.

“Bloody hell, Fred what’s-.”

“Shh, quick.” He hushed you, gently but firmly grabbing your shoulders before he pulled you off behind a statue and winked at you as he opened the entrance to a secret passageway and pulled you in with him.

“Fred?” You asked in a quiet voice, a little confused as to why you had been dragged into a freezing cold stone walled passageway. “Might’ve just set off a bunch of exploding flowers in Umbridge’s office.” He sniggered, to which, you couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s furious, bet she knows it was me too.” He laughed under his breath. “Serves her right.” Fred chuckled and his heart warmed when he heard your soft laughter join his.

Fred wanted to kiss you, he felt the urge, the way nearly every single part of him screamed at him to do it, and yet he restrained himself, his warm touch gently tracing down your arms to your hands and taking them into his with a gentle grasp. He wanted to kiss you, but the moment wasn’t right and he pulled himself out of the warm, hazy feeling that had washed over him and back into his confident, louder than life demeanor, giving you a big grin.

It was then that Fred realised how close to you he was and the sound of your laugh, sweet and gentle, relaxed him. Your presence, warmth and beautiful smile relaxed him.

Looking up at him, your eyes met and the way he looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite place, his grin slowly turning into a smirk as he held your gaze, you felt butterflies rush through you and you were sure that Fred, with his proud smile and warm eyes, could see the way he affected you and the very thought made your heart flutter.

“C’mon, let’s get going before anyone misses us.” Fred said, gently tugging you, your hand still in his as he reached out to open the entrance of the passageway.

It was finally the weekend and a particularly chilly Saturday morning at that. Everyone had woken up to the first snow of the year and the castle was practically buzzing with excitement and even though Umbridge had made strict instructions that snowball fights were prohibited, Fred and George had spent the best part of an hour after breakfast having a snowball fight and pelting anyone that walked close enough to them with snowballs.

And as the morning went on and George decided to part ways with his brother in search of some extra layers of warmth, Fred continued to walk further into the grounds, his heart lifting when he saw you in the near distance and he picked up the pace to catch up with you.

“Mornin’.” Fred’s smooth, deep voice caught your attention and you looked up to see him walking alongside you, having caught up from behind and you smiled sweetly at him. “Mind if I join you for a walk?” Fred asked and you quickly glanced up at him, giving him that sweet smile that he loved to see so much and nodding before you looked away again. “I’d like that.” You said, Fred relaxing as he stayed at your pace, a comfortable silence falling between you as you walked, the only sound that could be heard was the soft crunch of snow beneath your steps as you both walked down the hill towards the edge of the lake.

“Not likely, Umbridge really would have my head.” Fred laughed. “But I reckon we can get away with something.” He winked at you, grinning and you wondered what he and George might think up.

The two of you walked along the edge of the lake, most of the middle of the body of water was frozen over, but the gently lapping shores of the lake were still free, at least until the temperature dropped even more in the coming weeks before Christmas. “It always feels more magical around Christmas time, don’t you think?” You asked, looking back over your shoulder at Hogwarts, sitting proudly up on the rocks. The roofs were blanketed with fresh snow from the early morning flurry, it was as if everything was suddenly quiet and still and despite the excitement that filled the castle, there was an air of calmness that came with the first snow.

“Definitely.” Fred agreed. “Reckon they’ll put the tree up soon?” He asked.

“I hope so.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“What are you putting on the tree this year? More exploding baubles?” You asked, referencing the previous year when he and George had made some very pretty baubles that exploded when people walked a bit too close to them, causing half of the hall to shriek at the sudden chain of mini explosions like tiny fireworks and the other half to collapse into laughter.

As you walked a bit further through the grounds, a soft flurry of snow began to fall and the temperature seemed to drop a bit and you shivered as the chill rushed through you.

Without a word, Fred smiled at you, slowly putting his arm around you and you gladly leaned into his side.

Your heart sped up and you could barely look at Fred as you stopped near the forest edge, looking out across the lake with his arm around you. You had never expected to be this close to Fred, especially when you had considered yourself far too shy to even speak to him, let alone take walks with you tucked against his side.

A comfortable silence lingered between you for a moment as Fred slowly reached up, his warm fingers brushing against your cheek and he leaned in, pausing for a moment as his lips barely brushed against yours, his smile widening when he felt you lean into him, hands slowly trailing up his chest to rest on his shoulders and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, your eyes sliding shut as you leaned into him.

“I reckon this is more magical than a snowy Hogwarts.” Fred broke the silence, his voice low as he looked over at you. “What is, Fred?” You asked, unsure of what he was referencing.

“Out here, with you.” He admitted and you almost felt as if you needed to check if you were imagining all of this. “With me?” You asked, glancing up at him and meeting the warmest, sweetest look in his eyes and you practically melted on the spot.

Fred Weasley was capturing your heart and you were more than happy to allow him.

“Of course with you, silly.” He chuckled. “There’s something special about you, love.” Fred admitted, though he wasn’t entirely sure how to tell you how he felt, that being around you seemed to halt the entire world, as if everything you did just made his heart melt and gave him butterflies and not to mention, he felt calm around you and it was wonderful.

And as you parted, you could barely share his gaze until Fred lifted your chin with his fingers, his warm smile capturing you and you couldn’t look away, not when he looked at you so lovingly.

The kiss was slow and gentle and the moment was peaceful with not a single sound disturbing the moment you shared together. Your lips were sweet against his, tentative yet loving, shy yet warming and Fred swore he had never felt so wonderful.

Gently, he pulled you closer against his chest, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours slowly and the loving haze he had felt before in the secret passageway, that he felt every time he looked at you, lingered between you both.

“Fancy going back in for a cup of hot chocolate, love?” Fred asked after a moment. “I’d love one.” You nodded, smiling up at him and the twin grinned at you.

Slowly, Fred guided you back along the side of the lake, your hand in his with you against his side. And while you shared a silence between you, you looked up to find his gaze and the way you looked at each other said everything you needed to know.

You were well and truly in love with Fred Weasley.

Fred walked you slowly back to the castle, the pair of you enjoying each other’s company out in the snow, and it was almost strange to see Fred so quiet, yet his smile was wide and beaming as if he had just, as Ron had put it, won the world quidditch cup.

“I knew it.” Hermione whispered, somewhat triumphantly as she watched you and Fred settle down at a table near them in the great hall. “Knew what?” Ron asked. “The girl Fred’s with, Ron. She’s in some of our classes.” George explained. “Gotta say, they were spending a lot of time sitting together recently.” He shrugged. “Why the bloody hell didn’t you say anything?” Ron hissed at him. “I’d never snitch on my twin.” George said teasingly.

“Thank Merlin for talking gargoyles, ey?” Fred said as he watched you take a sip of your hot chocolate, swirled high with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. “Glad there was only one copy of that book that day too.” He said, lifting his own mug in his hands and taking a small sip as he listened to you giggle in response.

“And I’m glad I never pointed out the other copy of the book in the library.” You added, Fred looking at you with surprise and amusement as he let out a breathy laugh.

“You’re bloody sneaky, you are.” He chuckled, hugging you to his side as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“What do you say, darling?” He asked after a moment of silence. “Would you do me the honour of going out on a date with me?” Fred asked, his thumb gently soothing over your cheek as his eyes met yours.

Butterflies bloomed in your chest, an uncontrollable smile forming on your lips as you looked up at him. “Absolutely, Fred.” You replied with a little nod and Fred leaned in, his lips gently capturing yours in a loving, tender kiss.

And as he parted from you, beaming at you with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, Fred knew he was in love, just as you were with him.

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The Fourth Champion-Chapter 12

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader x Harry Potter

Chapter Summary: The Second Task..

Chapter Warnings: Non-sexual subspace implied near the end of the chapter

“Okay,” Hermione says, several books open in front of her.  You, Harry, Hermione and Cedric had been camped out in the library for hours, deciphering the egg’s riddle.  The task was tomorrow, and admittedly, you, Harry, and Cedric had gotten distracted with classes and such, thinking that since they heard the clue, it would be very straightforward.  They were wrong.  Now scrambling for answers, Madam Pince would kick them out any second now, and they still had no idea what to do.  “Granger, L/N!” Moody announced, making all of you jump.  “Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office.  Diggory, you’d best get to bed, son.”

Cedric did not question this, just pressed a kiss to your cheek, then Harry’s.  “I’ll see you tomorrow Cub, I love you.”  You kissed Harry’s cheek as well.  “I’ll see you at breakfast, love.”  The three of you exited the library, Moody limping along behind you, leaving Harry alone.  He had to crack this, he had to.  After a while, the lines of the books blurred together, and his cheek rested on a page.  “I can’t sleep,” Harry said aloud, needing to keep his focus.  But seconds after he’d said it, his eyes were shut and soft snores emitted from his mouth.

***

“Ahh!  Good, Miss Granger, Miss L/N!”  Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, a smile on his face.  Ron was here as well, as was a young blonde girl.  “You all are here because you are what will be ‘stolen’ from our champions.  Gabrielle for Fleur, Miss Granger for Viktor, Miss L/N for Cedric, and Mister Weasley for Harry.  I will say it was a difficult decision of who to pair you with, Miss L/N, both Cedric and Harry treasure you a great deal.”  You smiled, looking at the floor.  “Sir,” Hermione said.  “You mean to tell me we’ll be underwater for an hour?”  There was fear in his voice, and rightfully so.  

“Yes Miss Granger.  But not to worry, I will cast a sleeping spell on you that will lift when you break the surface of the water tomorrow.  No harm will come to you, I assure you.”  You looked at the others.  Ron looked like he’d be sick, and Gabrielle was staring at Fawkes, captivated by his ruby feathers.  “Any questions?”  “What will happen if they don’t find us?”  “I shall retrieve you myself.”  Dumbeldore stood, drawing his wand from his sleeve.  He cast the spell and everything went dark.  

***

Cedric entered the Great Hall the next morning, searching for Harry, finding him pacing.  “Cub?  What’s the matter?”  “I can’t find Y/N anywhere!”  “Look at me, it’s alright, she’s probably sleeping, we were up pretty late last night.”  “Champions!  Please proceed down to the lake!”  “Let’s go.”  Cedric took Harry’s hand, leading him out of the Great Hall.  The day was warm for February, but the thought of diving into the  frigid lake made Harry shiver. The four champions were assembled in a line on the edge of the dock, the bottom of the lake invisible.

“Each of our four champions had had something stolen from them,” Dumbledore announced.  “Something they treasure dearly.  When the canon sounds, they will have one hour to retrieve it, after which it will be lost forever.  Good luck, champions!”  The canon sounded, and Cedric dove into the water, the Bubble-Head charm already cast.  Harry shoved the Gillyweed that Dobby had given him into his mouth, gagging at the slimy texture.  He was then pushed into the water, momentarily suffocating.  Then, the gills and webbed feet formed, and he was off, swimming into the depths of the lake.  

Cedric had reached the merpeople’s village, wand in hand, ready to defend himself.  But the merpeople simply peered out of the houses, some outwardly pointing at him.  Cedric knew that merpeople were typically aggressive, but today, they seemed passive, perhaps they were ordered not to attack?  Cedric couldn’t dwell on the matter, he needed to find whatever it was that was stolen from him.

After about 10 minutes of aimless swimming, he saw it.  Several emotions ran through him at once; rage, fear, and joy.  You, along with Ron, Hermione, and who appeared to be a miniature Fleur, were tethered to the bottom of the lake by your ankles.  Your eyes were shut and periodically, bubbles exited your nose, indicating you were still breathing.  Harry appeared behind Cedric, fear and confusion on his face.  He pointed from you to Ron.  Thought he couldn’t speak, his meaning was clear.  “Who do I take?”  Cedric pointed to you, then himself, them to Ron, then Harry.  “I take Y/N, you take Ron.”  

Harry nodded and began tugging at the vines on Ron’s leg with little success of freeing him.  While he was attempting to free Ron, Cedric had released you and was carrying you to the surface.  The instant your heads were above water, you gasped for breath, Cedric holding you close against him.  “Hey, hey, hey.  Y/N, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’ve got you.”  “What happened?  Where was I?”  Cedric helped you onto the dock, wrapping you in towels and blankets before answering.  “You’re what they took from me.”

“Harry?”  “He’s still down there,” Cedric responded, just as Krum surfaced with Hermione.  Fleur was surrounded by her fellow Beauxbatons, crying.  “She had to tap out,” Cedric explained.  The hour had run out, and Harry still had yet to return.  “He’ll be fine, I'm sure of it.”  Suddenly, Ron and Gabrielle surfaced, but Harry was nowhere to be found.  Cedric crept to the edge of the dock, nearly falling when he flew out of the water.  “Cub?  Harry, can you hear me?” “I need all the judges over here!” Dumbledore called.

Harry coughed and sputtered as Hermione wrapped him in blankets.  “I’m fine, but what happened to Fleur?”  “She couldn’t get past the grindylows!”  “The winner of the second task is...Cedric Diggory!”  You threw yourself into his arms, kissing him. “You did it!  I’m so proud of you!”  “Coming in second place, despite returning outside the time limit, for demonstration of outstanding moral fiber, we award Harry Potter second place!”  You and Cedric knelt where he was still on the ground, pulling him into your arms.  “I’m so proud of you, Cub!”  You kissed him, as did, Cedric, keeping him close.  The cold seemed to just be getting to him, and you could tell he was on the edge of his headspace.  “Come on, Cub,” Cedric said, helping him to his fee.  “Let’s get back to the castle and get you warmed up.”

[terugan-ffxiv]

prompt xix - radiant

"Would you die for me, Osai no Terugan?"

Pale skin and hair like spun-gold laid draped over the man's bare chest, bits and pieces of his myriad tattoos masked by the woman that had designs to capture his attention. His focus was split between vices, what with a drink in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.

A geiko from a local establishment, the Hingan woman was beautiful - captivating, some might say - but her radiance was not enough to entirely grip the man's consciousness. Delicate fingers traced his frame, dared to carefully pull free his gaze from the pince nez that almost always served as a safehaven. Its removal hadn’t fazed him, but forced his awareness forward and directly on the woman. Pupils dilated from strong herb, they were like glass beads surrounding the piercing limbal rings in his stare.

Nights like this were commonplace among the house of Kami no nai. Women, alcohol, drugs - they were criminals but had grown to be rich men with fine tastes. Most were once simple folk born to small villages in the Far East, and the pleasures that came with the large city were now part and parcel to their unlawful livelihoods.

But so too was the deadpan expression upon his face a familiar sight. No matter the night, the occasion, the woman; he was lost in his thoughts. The woman sighed, glancing back at the hopeful gangster that persuaded her to try and garner his attention.

Alas, no luck.

"Did you hear me, Terugan?"

Even surrounded by splendor, a man wishing to be unhappy will always find ways to prove his course.

"I would not die for you, no," he spat abruptly, the words matter-of-fact. The woman looked deflated, but couldn't possibly expect him to concede the opposite.

"But perhaps I would kill for you. That is far more simple."

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“THE BOUNTY HUNTER” | FFXIV

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✘ Name: Ymera (no family name given). ✘ Race: Pure-blooded Viera. ✘ Gender: Female. ✘ Age: Undisclosed. ✘ Birthplace: Dalmasca. ✘ Current Residence: Inn rooms across Eorzea.  ✘ Areas of Interest: Varies based on contract, most often found in Ul’dah, Kugane and the Gold Saucer.

✘ Alignment: Morally Grey. ✘ Social Status: Lower Middle Class. ✘ Profession: Bounty Hunter. ✘ Employment: Freelance. ✘ Free Company: None at present.

✘ HAIR: Silver-white, thigh-length, thick. ✘ EYES:  Sky blue, almond-shaped. ✘ SKIN TONE: Dark mocha. ✘ HEIGHT:  Average. ✘ BUILD:  Slender, thick thighs and supple curves.

✘ DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A small, heart-shaped tattoo on left cheek.

Ice-blue eyes, where most kin often sport shades of red or yellow.

Tufted white ears that fade in gradient to charcoal at tips.

✘ COMMON ACCESSORIES: A bandolier, if not several, are often draped over feminine physique. Lit smoke or gnawed toothpick parts the tapered corner of plump lips more often than not. On some occasions, a pair of dark lens pince-nez glasses rest upon the crest of button nose. Ymera also favors golden hoop earrings that dangle carelessly from several punctures that line the inner edge of elongated ears.

✘ AESTHETIC: Heavy weapons, metallic silver, technology, magitek, bubblegum, hard liquor, toothpicks, smoking, grenades, cussing, motorbikes, studded leather, anarchy, fluorescent spray paint, open skies, gold, coin and gil, dirt roads, dark alleys, one-liners, thigh boots, ammunition, leather belts, dark shades, long hair, hidden past, questionable morals.

✘ Social Level:  Confident, gregarious, though undeniably independent. ✘ Habits:  Chewing/Fidgeting. Be it a toothpick, a pen, a stick of gum or the occupation of smoke betwixt lips, Ymera’s maw is often occupied. In similar manner, she has an issue with sitting still for long period of time and with occupy her hands with whatever object may be closest; usually for little regard for it’s safety. ✘ Hobbies: Magitek engineering, bike mechanics, thrill-seeking, gambling, travel, chocobo racing.

✘ Weapon(s) of Choice: Projectile based weaponry; pistols, rifles, heavy machine guns and grenades.  ✘ Typical Attire: Leather attire that usually displays thighs and navel and studded jewelry.

✘ RP HOOKS

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✘ OOC INFORMATION

What Am I Looking For?  Friends, colleagues, rivals, contacts, connections of any kind! An FC, perhaps, if it fit her concept well enough!

Ymera’s inbox is always open for interaction both IC and OOC, please feel encouraged to send asks, prompts or comments even if we’ve never spoken. I welcome cross-server asks and prompts as well, and will endeavor to do the same for you! Her bio will likely updated in future, should things change or develop. 

I’m adaptable to many different stories, styles and situations.

+All RP themes from the dark, serious, and mature (violence, sexuality, murder, drug / alcohol use, etc.) to the light-hearted, humorous, and cheerful. I enjoy balance - I’m here to tell a story. Awesome dramatic plots. Heavy, feels-ridden plots. Elaborate, grand-scale, long-term plots. One-shot plots. Personal and private plots. Subterfuge and hidden plots. Serious injury. Temporary injury and incapacitation of mind or body. Temporary captivity or imprisonment. Combat. Ambushes. Assassination attempts. Rivalries. Deep platonic friendships. Romantic tension. Sexual tension. Coarse language. 

Very friendly, but an anxious and shy bean IRL… easily distracted! 

Asks, prompts and boosts are all loved and appreciated! ♥ 

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1. CUVIER                                               Science, science, science!                Everything is beautiful                blown up beneath my glass.                Colors dazzle insect wings.                A drop of water swirls                like marble. Ordinary                crumbs become stalactites                set in perfect angles                of geometry I’d thought                impossible. Few will                ever see what I see                through this microscope.                Cranial measurements                crowd my notebook pages,                and I am moving closer,                close to how these numbers                signify aspects of                national character.                Her genitalia                will float inside a labeled                pickling jar in the Musée                de l’Homme on a shelf                above Broca’s brain:                “The Venus Hottentot.”                Elegant facts await me.                Small things in this world are mine. 2. There is unexpected sun today in London, and the clouds that most days sift into this cage where I am working have dispersed. I am a black cutout against a captive blue sky, pivoting nude so the paying audience can view my naked buttocks. I am called “Venus Hottentot.” I left Capetown with a promise of revenue: half the profits and my passage home: A boon! Master’s brother proposed the trip; the magistrate granted me leave. I would return to my family a duchess, with watered-silk dresses and money to grow food, rouge and powders in glass pots, silver scissors, a lorgnette, voile and tulle instead of flax, cerulean blue instead of indigo. My brother would devour sugar-studded non- pareils, pale taffy, damask plums. That was years ago. London’s circuses are florid and filthy, swarming with cabbage-smelling citizens who stare and query, “Is it muscle? bone? or fat?” My neighbor to the left is The Sapient Pig, “The Only Scholar of His Race.” He plays at cards, tells time and fortunes by scraping his hooves. Behind me is Prince Kar-mi, who arches like a rubber tree and stares back at the crowd from under the crook of his knee. A professional animal trainer shouts my cues. There are singing mice here. “The Ball of Duchess DuBarry”: In the engraving I lurch toward the belles dames, mad-eyed, and they swoon. Men in capes and pince-nez shield them. Tassels dance at my hips. In this newspaper lithograph my buttocks are shown swollen and luminous as a planet. Monsieur Cuvier investigates between my legs, poking, prodding, sure of his hypothesis. I half expect him to pull silk scarves from inside me, paper poppies, then a rabbit! He complains at my scent and does not think I comprehend, but I speak English. I speak Dutch. I speak a little French as well, and languages Monsieur Cuvier will never know have names. Now I am bitter and now I am sick. I eat brown bread, drink rancid broth. I miss good sun, miss Mother’s sadza. My stomach is frequently queasy from mutton chops, pale potatoes, blood sausage. I was certain that this would be better than farm life. I am the family entrepreneur! But there are hours in every day to conjur my imaginary daughters, in banana skirts and ostrich-feather fans. Since my own genitals are public I have made other parts private. In my silence I possess mouth, larynx, brain, in a single gesture. I rub my hair with lanolin, and pose in profile like a painted Nubian archer, imagining gold leaf woven through my hair, and diamonds. Observe the wordless Odalisque. I have not forgotten my Xhosa clicks. My flexible tongue and healthy mouth bewilder this man with his rotting teeth. If he were to let me rise up from this table, I’d spirit his knives and cut out his black heart, seal it with science fluid inside a bell jar, place it on a low shelf in a white man’s museum so the whole world could see it was shriveled and hard, geometric, deformed, unnatural. Elizabeth Alexander, “The Venus Hottentot”  Copyright © 1990 by the Rectors and Visitors of the University of Virginia. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press. Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org. Source: The Venus Hottentot(Graywolf Press, 2004) Elizabeth Alexander BiographyMore poems by this author Poem of the Day: The Venus Hottentot Poem of the Day: The Venus Hottentot Poem of The Day {$excerpt:n} Source: Poem of The Day

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[greenyvertekins]

you know it's really interesting how the pages Yardley did the art for feel kinda Evan-y, kinda makes it hard to pick out which ones he did (In contrast to Evan's pages, which are undeniably Evan).

The way eyes are drawn is the identifying factor for me. Yardley tens to put one highlight on the pupils whilst Stanley tends to heavily-line under the character’s upper-eye sometimes to the point that they can almost look like they’re wearing thick eyeliner.

I know that Stanley did the panels in which Dr Eggman is held captive and “re-educated” as she tends to draw his mustache bristly under his nose as well as heavily shaded pince-nez glasses. Yardley’s Dr Eggman tends to have a too-short nose and un-shaded glasses.