#slaps top of wizards

[ohnonewfandom]

Somewhere in this loredrop that essek doesn't have a tower room but shares with Caleb, there's the potential for some angst for Essek to interpret it that he isn't considered enough of a friend to earn his own place there, but that Caleb will allow him to stay if he shares his bed

[maacbrem]

I’m still writing!!! Have a probably deleted scene from the feeb fic that I like but doesn’t really fit anywhere.

Caduceus twists and reaches for the basket of heavy blankets, nodding in approval at the softness and finding underneath a copy of one of Beau’s puzzle boxes. He trades that for the empty mug, which he sets on the floor hopefully out of range of any kicking or other upset. Caleb coos happily and curls up like a pillbug, twisting the toy in his hands to inspect it from all angles. His head rolls between his shoulders as he works, the loose collar of his shirt caught in his mouth and surely in need of mending later with the way he chews at the hem. Caduceus settles the blanket over his back, making Caleb jump. Caleb looks at him suspiciously from the corner of his eye before deciding that the pressure is fine and going back to his toy. Essek watches this with an unreadable expression even for Caduceus.

(I am a simple man with a simple agenda: to point my autism beam at my blorbos and make them take care of each other even (especially) when it’s hard)

[castle-ravenloft]

your weird hack of some obscure game is more true to the original dnd than the contemporary game called dnd

[suzannahnatters]

Last night I remembered another of my favourite Tolkien wifeguy facts.

So in Western mythology we've often personified the Sun as masculine and the Moon as feminine. Off the top of my head: The Sun is associated with purity, reason, scholarship, illumination, constancy, dragons, gold, and masculinity. On the other hand, the Moon is associated with darkness, silver, impurity, flux, change, uncertainty, fickleness, and femininity.

You can see all this imagery being adopted, eg, in the Mozart opera THE MAGIC FLUTE, in which a benevolent scholar wizard (with solar imagery). straight up kidnaps the daughter of the evil, passionate Queen of the Night so that she can be properly educated in Enlightenment rationalism, purged of all those icky feminine night/lunar influences, and turned into a good submissive little wife for the scholar's young disciple. Guys the music slaps but the story is SO gross and misogynistic.

Anyway, what does this have to do with Tolkien? I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

In Middle-Earth, Tolkien does a GENDERSWAPPED Sun and Moon. The Sun is She, the Moon is He. And, like, it's not that he just thought "oh how can I make this mythology Different" - he really thought this through. In THE SILMARILLION, Tolkien tells us that the Sun and Moon are two vessels made from the last flower of Telperion and the last fruit of Laurelin, the Two Trees which once gave light to Valinor. Two Maiar were chosen to pilot these vessels. The pilot of the moon is Tilion, a hunter of Orome, and the pilot of the sun is Arien: "Arien the maiden was mightier than he", a spirit of fire whom I strongly suspect to be an unfallen Balrog.

Now, just as in our world, the Moon in Middle Earth has a reputation for waywardness and unreliability. Because, get this, apparently Tilion falls in love with Arien: "But Tilion was wayward and uncertain in speed, and held not to his appointed path; and he sought to come near to Arien, being drawn by her splendour, though the flame of Arien scorched him, and the island of the Moon was darkened."

And I just. Here's Tolkien, standing up in the face of centuries of unveiled misogynistic symbolism and saying, "oh, we've got two celestial entities, one of which is powerful and bold and glorious, and the other famous for being kind of lame in comparison? SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A SWAGLESS LOVER BOY ABANDONING HIS DUTIES TO WORSHIP HIS GODDESS. I MEAN OBVIOUSLY. WHAT ELSE COULD THE EXPLANATION BE"

[mssorceressupreme]

Working Late | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: you got a new job at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you’ve developed a strong attraction to one of your new bosses.

Warnings: boss/employee, age gap (ish), making out, shy reader (not a warning lol but yk). Actually it's kind of a sweet fluffy-ish one, might make a pt 2. with more smut tho idk

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It all started with butterbeer. Ginny Weasley and you had decided to meet at The Three Broomsticks for a long-overdue catch-up. The amber liquid foamed in your mugs as you laughed about school, gossiped about classmates, and vented about our worries. But your laughter faltered as you stirred my butterbeer idly.

"I just don’t know what I’m going to do after Hogwarts," You confessed, keeping your gaze fixed on the swirling foam. "Everyone seems to have their plans lined up, and I’m… stuck. No job, no prospects, nothing meaningful."

Ginny cocked her head, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You know, my brothers could use some extra help at their shop. You’ve heard of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, right?"

Your heart skipped. Of course, you’d heard of it. And of Fred.

"I don’t know your brothers that well," You mumbled, cheeks warming. Ginny waved you off, grinning.

"Doesn’t matter. I reckon they’ll like you, and I’ll put in a good word."

Unbeknownst to her, the mention of Fred sent your heart into overdrive. He was everything you weren’t—loud, confident, and irresistibly charming, well you had your own charms but his was just effortless. Not to mention your stupid infatuation with him.

You barely spoke to the twins at school, your shyness building a wall you were too scared to scale. Besides it kept you safe, from unwanted conversations, judgement and meaningless social interactions.

Still, Ginny’s determination left you little room to argue.

“Uh sure, thanks Gin.” You forced a smile, unsure of whether seeing Fred, let alone being in the same compound as him would help with your infatuation. This forced proximity might be the end for you.

It’s time to let go of him and move on, you mentally slapped yourself. Besides, he was a couple of years older than you, no way he’d go for you right?

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The following week, you stood outside the shop at 8 a.m., shivering slightly despite the warmth of the sun.

To your surprise you actually got the job, Ginny managed to secure you a position. And after a quick interview with George last week, you found yourself rewarded the position of becoming an official employee of the store.

Great, you had misread the opening time—Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes didn’t open until 9. Just as you debated whether to leave and return later, a deep, groggy voice startled you.

"You’re early."

You spun around to find Fred Weasley standing behind you. He was taller than you remembered, his fiery hair slightly tousled, his jaw more defined. His eyes, sharp and glinting with curiosity, locked onto yours, and your stomach flipped.

"I, uh, thought you opened at eight," You stammered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Fred smirked, his voice still husky from sleep. "Well, early bird gets the worms. Come on in, I can give you a quick tour."

He unlocked the door, holding it open for me. "Ladies first."

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Inside, Fred gave you a whirlwind tour, his tone surprisingly serious as he explained the tasks. Stocking shelves, organising merchandise, assisting customers—it all seemed simple enough until we began working side by side.

"Here, let me show you," Fred said, reaching over your to grab a box from the top shelf. His arm brushed yours, sending a wave of excitement through your body.

The proximity was electrifying, and you found focus wavering. “These are our latest addition, love potions. We have yet to stock them on the display there,” He leaned in closer to you, pointing to the pink display near the entrance, “See that one, the pink stand there.”

“Do we get to sample one of the potions?” You teased, wanting to ease the tension.

He paused, turning to you, “Have someone on your mind for these eh?”

Your eyes grew wide, “Oh no no, no one at all, just wondering.” You forced a smile, mentally face palming yourself.

He smirked, then continued explaining to which you nodded slowly, listening attentively to everything he instructed.

“George was supposed to help bring these boxes up to my office but since he’s not here yet, ‘spose you could help bring them up.” Fred gestured to some boxes by the door, newly delivered packages.

“Yes sir.” You replied hastily, making your way to the boxes.

“Fred.” He chuckled softly, “Just Fred would do.”

One by one, you carried what seemed like never ending inventory into his office upstairs for him to stock check them, making sure the quality was up to par.

Finally, it was the last box’s turn to be brought up, as you were carefully walking up the stairs, the entrance swung open and George ran in, "Oi Fred, Ginny said Y/N would be starting today, have you showed her-"

Upon hearing your name, you whipped your head around, missing a step in the process, and tripping right outside Fred's office. The box fell on the ground, and out spewed the items, clinking and clanking on the floor. It was some mini metal boxes with assorted treats inside of them. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!"

The items scattered across the floor, and you crouched down hastily, picking them up one by one. Fred was in his office, rushing to your aid as soon as he heard the noise.

"Accidents happen all the time, don’t worry about it," Fred said, kneeling to help. Upon picking the items up, your hands touched, grazing each other softly and you froze.

His eyes locked onto yours, intense and searching. The air thickened with something unspoken, something undeniable, before a loud voice interrupted you. "Oh hey guys, sorry I was late, was caught finding the keys to me' office." George apologised, he saw the two of you kneeling on the ground, giving Fred a quick glance before darting towards you.

"Y/N! We meet again, I trust Freddie has shown you around. Come on down when you're done yeah, the shop's opening soon." George instructed before heading downstairs.

As the day wore on, you noticed whispers among some customers—girls your age, glaring enviously.

"She only got the job because she’s Ginny’s friend," one of them muttered.

"Why is she the only employee? If I had known, I would've applied too...obviously for George." The other one giggled.

"Whatever, she's not even that pretty, they probably hired her out of pity."

Fred happened to overhear their conversations, and his eyes shot daggers at the girls, but forced himself to remain calm, they were after all his customers. "Actually," he interjected smoothly, "she’s here because she’s a hard worker and great at what she does."

His words left you stunned. Had he been paying that much attention to you? You pretended to be busy with another task, acting as though you hadn't heard a word they said.

A few hours passed and boy, you were already tired, legs exhuasted from standing all day and arms from all the reaching, stocking, grabbing and the likes. How on earth did the twins manage to do this everyday, you wondered.

While restocking on a ladder, a mischievous kid aimed a Decoy Detonator at you, hoping to get trial some pranks with the samples provided.

The explosion erupted in your face, colourful sparkling fireworks crackling around you, causing you to loose your balance, "Merlin!" You panicked as you slipped, falling off the ladder. Before you could hit the ground, you felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

His familiar scent filled you, it was him. Fred.

You gasped, gripping his forearms. He pulled you upright, his hold lingering for a moment too long.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice low, his breath warm against your ear.

You nodded, but your pounding heart felt like it would bust right out of you at the rate it was beating.

Once he made sure you were alright, you carried on. Though the rest of the day was a bit dull as Fred was in his office doing paperwork, whilst George stayed downstairs entertaining the customers.

You could't help but think back to the situation moments before, the way he held you, his scent, his voice, Merlin this was not helping your crush at all. And it did not help that he looked so handsome in that all black suit he was wearing, ugh your mind began to wonder, but that did not hold you back from delivering great customer service.

"Thanks Y/N, have a good day!" A kid waved at you before leaving, and you waved back grinning.

"Enjoy your new gizmo!" You smiled with awe, among the devils, there were also the sweetest most angel-like children you came across in the store.

The next few days flew by, you quickly adjusted to working at the shop, your kind demeanour welcomed guests and made them feel right at home.

You barely saw Fred as he was buried in work, constantly in his office, but you learnt to live with it. After all, you were here to gain experience, not date your boss.

One particular night, you stayed back in the stockroom as there had been a surplus of inventory, and since you had no plans, you decided to help out as much as you could, sorting out new arrivals for the next week.

"Working late?" a familiar voice asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.

You shrugged, smiling. "Just wanted to get ahead."

He frowned slightly, feeling guilty that you had been overworking yourself. "How bout a reward then, say, dinner?"

"Dinner?" Your heart soared, but his next words tempered it.

"Just a casual, y'know thank you dinner."

Still, you agreed. ___

You walked to The Three Broomsticks together, you felt a bit upset that he kept a good distance from you, though he thought it was respectful, a part of you wished he stood closer.

At the restaurant, he pulled out your chair, playfully grinning, "M'lady." He teased.

"And what would the lovely couple like to have for dinner tonight?" The waiter asked and, as you were about to deny that you were a couple, Fred played it off and went with it.

"I'll have the steak and chips, and she'll have the fish and chips."

"Amazing, it'll take 10-15 minutes, have a lovely evening guys. What a beautiful couple you two make." The waiter complimented, before taking our menu's off us.

"You did not." You chuckled with disbelief.

"Did what?" Fred defended himself, raising his hands.

"Why didn't you say we weren't a couple." You laughed, shaking your head.

"And embarrass the poor lad? Not a chance, besides, what's wrong with that." He shrugged nonchalantly at the last bit, and you bit back a smile.

After dinner, Fred insisted he walk you home for safety reasons, "Can't have my best employee not getting home safely." He insisted.

"I'm your only employee." You retort, laughing softly.

"And the best one at that." He added.

The moment you reached home, he paused outside your door. For a moment, his gaze dipped to your lips, and you held your breath. Could this be it, the moment you waited for.

But he stepped back, murmuring, "Goodnight." Flashing a small smile before he headed home once you were inside.

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The next day, you wore a skirt to work, wanting to feel more free, plus it was way too hot to be wearing jeans or pants. But of course, there was the underlying reason of wanting to catch a certain someone's attention.

As you arrive, George greeted you, his playful cheerful self did not go unnoticed. Fred however was quieter, sterner, and noticeably distracted. He brushed past you more often, his touches lingering but you shrugged it off, thinking you were imagining things.

"Hey Y/N, Fred's asking for you, he's up in his office." George informed you, while you were rearranging one of the messy shelves, you nodded and made your way to Fred.

You found him alone in his office, staring out the window.

"Fred?" You knocked softly.

He turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Shut the door."

You obeyed, suddenly nervous.

"Why are you wearing a skirt?"

"I thought it would be appropriate, given how incredibly scorching today's weather is." You replied, truthfully.

"Merlin, you don't know what you've been doing to me as of late." Fred sat on one of the leather couches in his office, rubbing his temples as he did so.

"I'm sorry, I can go change if you want-"

"No. It looks good on you, come here." He ordered, and you slowly made your way towards the couch where he sat, standing in front of him. "Bloody hell, you don't know do ya?" He eyed you up and down, his gaze exploring your figure.

"I’ve been trying to ignore this," he continued, "But I can’t..."

"Ignore what?" You whispered, your pulse racing.

"You."

His confession hung in the air, heavy and intoxicating.

"Fred, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." You finally confessed. "Ever since Hogwarts...I just...figured I wasn't your type."

"You think I haven't noticed you before? Everytime you came to the Burrow, seeing you in the halls, always hanging with my sister. The wrong Weasley, dare I say. You have no idea how much I wanted to come in and sweep you off your feet. But you know, you, always into your books, always in your own world, I just-...and now seeing you again, Merlin, it's like you've got me wrapped around your finger again."

You responded by closing the distance, sitting on his lap, straddling him which earned a groan from him. Immediately, his lips captured yours in a kiss that was fiery, desperate, and everything you'd dreamed of.

You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as his hands gripped your waist. His arousal was growing beneath you and you could feel yourself getting soaked just from this, all that pent up tension was getting released.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," You admitted breathlessly.

He smiled, his forehead resting against yours. "Me too love."

For the first time, the tension between you broke, replaced by something infinitely sweeter. ___ A/N: Might do a part 2, with more smut? Or how it's like at WWW now that they've established they like each other? Not sure yet hehe

(Update: check out Pt 2 here!! 🥰 )

[darklinsblog]

Blinding Ire | Mattheo Riddle

Summary: Mattheo couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings for the Hufflepuff girl, but as Goyle puts his hands on her, his anger got the best of him.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader

Warnings: Harrasement, mentions of physical assault

A/N: Couldn’t Shake the thought off of my head so here it is

As an Scamander and coming from a long line of outstanding wizards you truly wore your family’s name with pride. You had half of Hogwarts crushing and drooling to your feet, you were breath taking gorgeous, smart and everyone just wanted to be around you.

Mattheo Riddle was no other than a polar opposite, smug, cold in his demeanor, borderline arrogant and self-centered but he would be lying if he said you did not catch his eye.

But he did not allow himself to pursue you actively, he couldn’t explain it, but when it came to you his confidence flew out the fucking astronomy tower. He could barely put together a whole sentence.

To your understanding, Mattheo was just reserved, so his sharpness when talking didn’t cut through you.

Something nobody seemed to know was that Goyle had been stalking you for months now, at first you thought it was a simple crush but it started escalating as he began following you around the corridors, sneaking into your dorm when you were in class and stealing your personal belongings.

Honestly, it started being unsettling how unsafe you felt, but you didn’t have the courage to speak up. Goyle could just throw money onto the whole situation and make it go away and in the end, you would be the one to blame.

Perhaps you should have spoken up, but you thought it was better to not make a fuss, involve the families and make a scandal that would follow your moves like the ghosts at Hogwarts.

Right now, you were in Class for Care Of Magical Creatures and Goyle was slowly and carefully making his way to you, whilst you graciously scurried away, Mattheo noticed this, making his eyebrows raise and his eyes narrowed distrusting.

But just then Hagrid gave you the instructions to go seek for food for the Fire Crab, the group broke apart and you went your way,focusing solely on the assignment at hand, allowing yourself to enjoy nature until you began hearing footsteps behind you.

“Hello?” You called out but there were no answers other than the crackles of branches, leaves and the wind. “Anyone there?!”

Nothing.

You took a deep breath and walked a few steps before a hand covered your mouth, you screamed and squirmed away. Suddenly, you were spooned around to find Goyle looking at you with crazy eyes.

“G-Goyle?” You spoke trembling, he stepped closer to you and you flinched back

“Bloody hell you are never gonna love me, are ya?” His tone was dark and as he keep stepping closer until you decided to take a leap and started running away into the woods feeling your heart pounding.

But Goyle tackled you to the ground, pinning you down onto the soil as you tried to break free but it was useless, he was twice your size, holding you so roughly you were certain your wrists were near to crack in two.

“HELP! PLEASE HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as the tears started rolling down your face.

“SHUT IT!” He screamed in your face half-panicking and just as he raised his hand, ready to slap you across the face, his hand caught mid-air.

In the blink of an eye Goyle was off you and as you were now free from danger, you noticed the image of none other than Mattheo Riddle punching Goyle straight in his face, making blood pour out of his nose.

Although , Goyle could land a few punches that would too, cause harm, Mattheo was a raging bull, there was no way of stopping his ire.

You sat there completely out of it, as you watch the scene unfold, but you wanted to do something, anything to stop Mattheo from getting more hurt or in trouble for defending you, but your body was utterly unresponsive to your heart desires.

The commotion was so big the whole class catch up to the woods, you saw how Theodore, Draco and Lorenzo force him up. Yet, he was fighting them off trying to finish what he started.

“IF YOU FUCKING LAY A FINGER ON HER EVER AGAIN I WILL AVADA KEDAVRA YOUR ASS!” He roared.

“OI! Let’s not get carried away, will ya?” Hagrid said rapidly, trying his best to get a hold of such disaster.

Then, at such words, a switch light up in Mattheo’s brain, he looked in your direction and you were still sat down, with your back resting against a tree and your eyes wondering into absolute nowhere.

The Riddle boy approached you calmly, even with his clothes stained with the blood of his numerous injuries, somehow he projected an oddly reassuring calmness as his eyes found yours.

“Y/N you-“ he started questioning you but was quickly caught off guard by you launching into his arms and holding onto him for dear life.

He was taken back for a moment before slowly embracing you as you clawed onto the fabric of his shirt

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” you kept mumbling in his ear as you cried, and even though your hug was doing no good to his bruises and fresh wounds, he could not have given less of a flying fuck.

Because in that moment, his only purpose was to ensure you felt safe. So much so, that he refused to leave your side as you went to the hospital wing, you were just checked up and asked about what happened, while Mattheo acted as if you were the one injured, constantly asking if you were okay.

After you were let go off, you visited Mattheo’s bed, he was freshly patched up and his eyes lighted up at the sight of you, he had a charming smile plastered on his face that almost made you forget his cuts and dry blood.

“Hi” you greeted him softly.

“Hey” you played with your fingers nervously, as the heat creeped up your cheeks, not knowing what to say. Whilst Mattheo soaked in the sight of you completely mesmerized.

“Does it hurt?” You asked inspecting his face and he shook his head.

“I’ve gotten used to it. Don’t sweat it, sweet girl” he shrugged, you smiled softly and Mattheo realized he had called you sweet girl without thinking of it.

“As grateful as I am I would appreciate you, not disfiguring your face in my behalf, Mattheo” you joked making him laugh.

“Why’s that?” He asked curiously stepping closer to you.

“You might have a nice face to look at” you teased, nuzzling his cheek with your index finger softly, your touch was so gentle and mindful it was practically impossible to explain how he felt his skin burst into flames.

“Might? That hurt, Scamander”

“You’ll survive, Riddle”

You were both smiling and there was a moment of absolute silence before his eyes softened.

“You sure you’re alright? Say the word and he’s dead” he said with mischief but you knew he meant it and it was an odd feeling to know someone was willing to kill for you. Especially if that someone was Mattheo Riddle.

“What? Are you in love with me or something?” You joked nervously, he did not crack a smile, but you could see something clicked inside him as he looked at you dead in the eye.

“Yes” you were surprised as he answered you without hesitation and you just kissed him, finding words wouldn’t cut it, this boy was your biggest crush for years and he had just saved you from an ugly situation, kept you safe and confessed his feelings, you would be dammed if you let that go.

[waterdeepwife]

Gale NSFW Headcanons

Paring: Gale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, talk of different kinks, both soft vanilla Gale and kinda kinky Gale, unprotected sex, P in V, typos probably, bondage, soft top/gentle dom! Gale, student/professor roleplay, oral sex, mirrors, edging and teasing, typos, Mystra mention(gross), that might be all? Proceed with caution and take care of yourselves!

Gale is a freak there is no denying that, but he also knows how to keep his freak side in check. He knows not everyone will be into what he is into, so he tends to start off very vanilla in the start of relationships. (Unless asked otherwise.) And he always has a safe word in place.

He was slowly beginning suggesting new things in the bedroom starting off very light and sweet. An example would be where he asks if you’d let him tie you up as he eats your pussy. If you are a virgin/never been into BDSM before he will only restrain your hands, he doesn’t want to scare you. But if you experienced/want to be tied up more he will happily accommodate you. Gale uses a purple rope that won’t burn or hurt you, or he will simply use magic to keep you in place.

Gale prefers to be on top and to be the dominant one, but he is very sweet and caring. All because he loves you and wants to please you, to show how devoted he is to you.

He will never do anything that will hurt you. No choking, no slapping in the face, no weapons. He couldn’t bring himself to do that to you even if you liked that. However you could get Gale to spank you, but it’s very light and barely stings as he rubs your ass afterwords.

The wizard takes some time to admit that he has a huge kink for Teacher and Student Roleplay. Loves when you play a bratty student who won’t behave, or a sweet, innocent student desperate to raise her grade. Gale will conjure up a fake classroom to even make it seem more real. He gets into his role as your dirty minded professor easily.

Loves to teasing and edging. He wants to spend as much time as possible making love to you, to be close and bond with you. So Gale with edge you both at the same time. He fuck you until you are both close to your release, only to pull out and tell you how much he loves you. How he doesn’t want this to stop and he needs a moment to catch his breath. All while his hand snakes down to your pussy and starts teasing your clit and hole. He also loves when you tease him orally. He doesn’t like blowjobs fast and sloppy, but slow and sensual. Gale goes crazy when you fondle his balls and sucking him gently, he mumbles about how close he is into for you to stop. He will whine and beg for you to keep going, but you only giving little licks to his tip.

Gale could come from praise alone. Calling him a good boy makes him so weak in the knees, it makes him work even harder/faster. Lives to please you and knowing he is loved, and appreciated, and doing a good job means the world to him. He will also reciprocate the praise; “Such a good girl.” “You feel so good, my beautiful woman.” “You are taking me so well.”

The wizard also conjures up mirrors surrounding you two, so you both can get a good look at what’s going on. There is always a mirror on the ceiling so you can watch Gale pound you while you are trapped under him.

Gale is a simple man when it comes to positions in sex. He loves missionary so he can keep you close as watch your face. But he also loves spooning sex, typically right before bed or when you both wake up in the morning, he loves it for lazy sex. Other positions he’s tried with you are; Face off, leap frog, table top, against the wall, your legs over his shoulders. Probably some others.

He also loves to overstimulate you, if you allow him. Which it honestly just stims from Gale is a pussy addict and loves to be between your thighs for as long as he can. I’m not kidding trying to tear him away is not an easy thing to do, he pouts and whines and begs for more. If you need a break or want to move along he will agree out of respect, but he is already missing the taste of your pussy.

I’m sorry to all you big dick lovers but we keep things realistic around here. Gale isn’t a very big man, so his cock isn’t huge either. When fully erect his dick is just a little over five inches long, but he is decently thick. He knows how to use it, how to thrust at just the right angle to make you see stars.

I have a toxic headcanon that Mystra would use magic to make his cock bigger, which lead him to being even more insecure and feeling unworthy.

Aside from his talking Gale isn’t very loud during love making. He mostly makes soft groans and hums as he rocks into you, or he will pant or breathe heavily. Even when he talks to you it’s sweet whispers and promises.

He doesn’t like being called Daddy, it makes him cringe. Gale might want to have children one day and his children would call him Daddy- so it rubs him the wrong way to be called it in bed by his wife/lover.

Gale loves filling you up with his seed and just holding himself inside you while you two catch your breath. When he pulls out he holds your legs apart so he can watch his cum pool out of you.

He is the king of after care. He loves to clean you up, rub your body and make sure you a warm and comfortable. Gale tells you how well you did, how much he loves you and promises to always be by your side.

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Karma’s a b*tch

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Fred and George get revenge on a girl who used to bully them in school by turning her into a submissive slut.

A/N: I told an AI on Chai that I wrote fanfics and it requested this (AI’s are kinky bastards). I came back to it because @jelloangela asked about an enemies to lovers fic. I know this isn't exactly enemies to lovers, but hey, it's still dirty as hell.

T/W: Rough sex, mean twins, No aftercare, Reader is a real a-hole and a Slytherin, Weasley twin bashing (I was only mean to suit our character), Bondage, Manhandling, Tie gag? (it will make sense when you read it), Maybe a little bit of dub-con, Hair pulling, Degradation, Spit roast (Vaginal and oral simultaneously), Cum swallowing, Orgasm denial

Every school has bullies. It's natural. Hogwarts just had a whole house full. Slytherin was the type of house that practically gave all those wearing the crest a free pass to be as cruel as possible.

Tripped up a student? 20 points to Slytherin

Hexed a first year? 50 points to Slytherin

There were the younger Slyterins who went along with it because they wanted to fit in with their new ‘family’, and then there were those who actually seemed to enjoy it. That's how the Weasley twins of Gryffindor first noticed you. Ever since the first year, you weren’t meek. You took pride in those you terrorised. You went out of your way to learn new spells just for the sole purpose of misery. When you first met the Weasley clan, they were an easy target.

You had heard people talking about them. About how the new Weasley boys both had handed down clothes and books. It wasn't a secret that most Slytherins had parents who were well off, and you were one of them. You took to the Weasley Twins like a bee to a flower picking child. You mocked every little thing they did, from the pranks they pulled to how they acted.

This went on for the whole 7 years of school.

After Hogwarts, you found that school wasn’t like life. You couldn't bully your way to the top like you could before. So when in Diagon Alley one day, you chose to go into the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes just to regain some of that power you once had.

The shop was the Weasley twins to a T. It was like walking straight into their mind. Everything was bright and colourful. Things popped and whizzed and sparked about the shop. Finding said twins was easier than you thought. Two ginger tufts of hair could be seen from a mile away. You made your way over there with a smirk on your face, but that smirk dropped when you saw the twins.

They looked so…grown up

Those two pranksters with untucked shirts and crooked ties were now standing on the staircase to their own business in suits that were both smart and ridiculous. For a minute, you stood there like a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing as you took them in. a familiar voice slapped you out of your blubbering.

“Lookie here Georgie, I think a rat wandered too far from Knockturn Alley”

“So it seems. Maybe a hex will send her packing”

The men snickered to each other, and for a split second you felt a foreign feeling. Embarrassment. As soon as that feeling vanished, you painted your smirk back on and spit venom at them.

“Nice shop, Weasleys. Did your parents give you the money to open it or did you mooch off of the golden boy?”

There was a rumour floating around that Harry had given the twins the money for something. You just hoped it was right to give your words some merit. And it had. George looked away and Freds eyebrows furrowed. You felt that familiar pride and continued.

“Still selling the same old rubbish since Hogwarts? I guess not everyone has an aspiration to do something with their lives instead of working in retail”

Fred took a step down, a step towards you.

“We’re just doing what we’re good at. Maybe you should come back later and we’ll show you our new little project”

Fred looked up at George with a knowing smirk, one that George soon mirrored. You missed their shared look in favour of turning your nose up at the endless shelves of boxes, gadgets, and gizmos.

“Maybe I will”

And just like that, the twins' plan was set in stone.

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You came back to the shop a few hours later. The inside of the shop was dark and empty. The only light came from the top of the stairs that the twins had stood on earlier. You gave the door a knock and started tapping your foot when the twins didn’t immediately rush to open it.

When one of the men came to let you in, you gave a huff.

“Make me wait, why don't you? What’s the project?

The twin that let you in just smirked and led you to the stairs. He gave a gesturing nod, urging you to climb. When you got to the top and opened the door, you found the other twin. The door was locked behind you and your hands were forced behind your back. Before you could struggle, you felt something soft around your wrists. You looked back as best you could and saw the black leather handcuffs connecting your wrists to one another.

The twin behind you placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down to kneel, keeping you there and increasing the pressure when you tried to stand up or squirm. The twin in front of you removed his tie and wrapped it around your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You know, you’ve aged pretty well. Perfect tits, perfect ass, and then a bratty mouth. I bet you’re still the same spoiled little bitch you were in school. You had so much fun teasing people, but no one ever gave you a taste of your own medicine, did they brat?”

You tried to argue back, but it came out as a muffled mess or words. The twin holding your shoulders chuckled.

“I bet she’s cursing your name, Freddie”

“Or she’s begging to be put in her place”

Those very words send a chill up your spine and your clit seemed to twitch at the thought of being under their control. You were meant to hate these men, you had bullied them for years. Should their words alone excite you as much as they did?

George grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, making sure that you kept your eyes on Fred. Fred knelt down before you to push your dress up to your stomach. He let out a dark chuckle.

“White lace? Is this for us, slut or are you trying to act innocent? There's no way a little whore like you is a virgin, I bet you were Slytherin’s house slut. Tell us, did you get on your knees for every boy or just those who had money”

It didn't matter how much you squirmed or tried to argue, you were stuck. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

George puts his hands under your arms and hoists you to your feet. He pushed you towards one of the doors, which led into a bedroom. One of the men forced you onto your knees on the bed with your face down. When a pair of hands pushed your dress up, the twins were met with just how wet you were.

The sound of fabric rustling and belts clinking met your ears, and your suspicions of their actions was confirmed when one of the ginger duo sat against the headboard in front of you with spread legs. You had to stop your eyes from widening. As that famous quote always stated:

You’re enemies are always more well endowed than your boyfriends

Or something like that, anyway.

The twin before you moved his hand to your hair and pulled you closer until your breath ghosted across his eager tip. He pinched your nose, waiting until you took a much needed breath, before forcing his cock in your mouth. He didn't let you get used to the weight on your tongue before roughly moving your head up and down.

A second pair of hands pulled your underwear to your knees and pushed something thick against your entrance. The moan that left your throat was muffled by the cock in your mouth. Your hands gripped the tie that kept them behind your back as your pussy was forced to accommodate the cock that was pushing inside. The cock in your pussy was soon pulled out, but you didn't stay empty for very long.

If someone had told a 17 year old you that the Weasley twins would force you to submit to them and use you as a fuck toy in the near future, you might have punched said person for even suggesting it. But if they had included how good it felt, you might have warmed up to the twins long ago.

The hands moving your head became more forceful until they held you down, keeping the twitching appendage snug in your throat. Your throat was soon filled with hot cum, it was so deep in your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

The hands pulled your hair up, the cock slipping from your mouth. As soon as your lidded eyes looked to the face in front of you, that damned smirk was still there.

“What a dirty little slut. She swallows. You are gonna keep your eyes on me while Fred cums inside of that slutty cunt, and if you look away for even a second, he’ll keep cumming inside of you until you learn your lesson”

The whine that left your throat was sinful. The pace was so rough that each thrust had your body jolting, but George's tight grip on your hair kept you still. You did as told, surprisingly. You kept your eyes trained. A small part of your mind realised that they would use you again if you looked away, but that thought was quickly shut down. You hated these guys, and you were too stubborn to let this become a regular thing.

The grunts behind you became more vocal as your pussy was flooded by sticky cum. Fred pulled out before you even had a chance to reach your own release. You shot George a dirty look, which to him, looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

“If you want to cum, brat, we can always go again”

Would it really be so bad if this became a regular thing?

[dracowars]

Hello!! I just found your blog and I love your writing style 💖💖

I was wondering if I could request headcanons for the Harry Potter boys (or just George Weasley!!) about forgetting their crushes birthday? Totally okay if not!!

george weasley forgetting your birthday

pairing: george x reader

a/n: headcanons are so much fun, but i never have enough different ideas for more characters so i stuck to george only with this one 👉🏻👈🏻

warnings: cursing

universe: harry potter

George knew he fucked up, totally and utterly screwed up

He already had a feeling that he forgot something important

But the moment he entered the Great Hall, he was doomed

There you were, laughing and talking with your friends

They hugged you and handed you small wrapped gifts with even smaller bows on top

And he knew then: he forgot your birthday

Out of all the things he could have forgotten, he forgot this ?!

And the worst part: he already had the perfect idea for your gift

But now he doesn't have anything and just stands there like an idiot, completely frozen

It's a wonder no one has noticed or bumped into him yet

George's fight or flight instincts are kicking in and he comes to the conclusion that he needs to get out of there to think of a last minute gift idea

But too late, your eyes locked with his in that exact moment

Oh, how he would love to dissolve into thin air right now

Or to apparate out of here, but Hermione's voice tells him "You cannot apparate inside Hogwarts!"

Yeah, that becomes evidently clear this second

You smile at him from the distance, sending him a gentle wave

George decides that it is time for the fight mode to be activated and he puts on his best poker face before casually strolling towards you

When he reaches you, his heart beats against his chest, something that only you are able to do to him

For a moment it is very awkward

George is too stunned by your beauty that he can't even formulate a coherent sentence

Your hair is adorned by a cute bow, in the colors of your house, and your hair is made into a beautiful hairstlye, your stunning eyes looking up at him

Finally, he manages to congratulate you and you hug each other tightly

Before you can sit down again, however, he grabs your hand and leads you a bit further away from the table and - specifically - your friends

"Do you want to go out with me?"

George would very much like to slap himself the moment those words leave his mouth

And apparently, you are just as stunned as he is

"O-On a date, I mean."

Good save, he thinks to himself

Only now does he notice how his heart is going crazy inside his chest and his hands are getting sweaty

But the smile you answer him with makes him forget everything

The loud voices around you? Gone

"What?"

You giggle, squeezing his hands a bit tighter

"I said that I would very much like to go out with you. On a date."

You are teasing him, he knows that

And he absolutely loves it

He can't stop a big smile from spreading on his face now and he notices a slight blush on your cheeks as well

Only after you left to go back to your friends does he realize the meaning behind your words

George actually has a date with you

Now he needs to make sure it is the best date the whole Wizarding World has ever witnessed to make up for the lack of an actual gift

What he doesn't know, however, is that you immediately saw through him and knew that he forgot

But he couldn't have given you a better gift

[the-froschamethyst4]

Blindfold

➤Day 7

𖤐 Pairing: Duke! Ghost x Duchess! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fantasy, language, P in V, eating out, married couple, ass slapping, choking, passing out, bondage, biting, teasing, smoking and drinking, some hints of jealously, a tad aggressive

𖤐 Summary: The Duke aka Simon Ghost Riley has a very strict relationship with his wife The Duchess Y/n. He had set rules for her when they married, and it was that she'll never see his face ever. She lives her life around the castle normally but at night when she's alone with her husband, she has to wear the blindfold, that she absolutely hates

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It was early in the morning, Y/n woke up in darkness, she touched the silky fabric over her eyes, and she moved her hands around in the bed to see if her husband Ghost was there or not.

"Don't take it off yet, I'm trying to get ready," she jumped at the sudden deep and dark voice.

"Okay...Simon? When can I see you?"

"Never."

Same old answer anytime she asked. When Simon and Y/n got married she wore a lacy blindfold, she could barely get a good look at him face, she found it dumb that her own husband would ask her to wear a blindfold...to her own wedding.

She then for 3 years wore a blindfold...3 years...she absolutely hated it. It became like her normal routine; she's never seen his face. Even when she was being arranged to marry him, she was told to wear a blindfold.

She didn't even know if she has a handsome husband, decent looking husband or an ugly husband.

Ghost walked to the bed and cupped Y/n's chin making her look up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips, he smirks as Y/n was stunned by his quick action.

"I'll be gone today, so don't wait up on me," he said as he kissed her lips again.

"O-Okay," she stuttered.

She heard the door slam shut and she untied her blindfold. She let it fall on her lap and looked around the bedroom. She rubbed the back of her neck and got off the bed to get her day ready.

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Y/n walked down the castles long halls. She carried the blindfold around her wrist in case someone let's her know that the Duke was around and she needed to put her blindfold on.

She looked down at her feet and headed into the large dinner hall. She saw the large, long table set up with different breakfast and drinks and candles even lit.

She smiles as the housemaid and Y/n's personal maid came walking up to her.

"My lady, good morning, Chef Gaz has prepared you many different breakfast options."

"I see that, thank you Ms.Mary, let Gaz know I appreciate his breakfast idea."

"Of course, my lady," Mary walked to the kitchen.

Y/n sat down in her own chair and started to get her breakfast. She smiles at the different breakfast options. She started to eat, and Ms.Mary refilled her coffee every now and then.

"Thank you, Mary...what's on the agenda for today?" Y/n asked, looking up at Ms.Mary.

"The wizard Alex would like for you come and see him to talk about some healing potions because of the Duke's last battle...the villagers would also like to see you come around and join them on their festival."

"Of course, I'll join the villagers, I love their festivals," she smiles at Mary. "Let me get done eating and go see Alex, go see what he wants and then I'll go to the village and join in on the fun," she smiles once again.

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"ALEX!?" Y/n called from the bottom of Alex's wizard tower.

"Come on up, my lady."

"You're insane, you want me to walk up these flight of stairs."

The stairs would more likely be at least 14 stories tall. Sure, Y/n has walked up farther but she was tired.

"Come on," Alex encouraged.

"FINE!" Y/n yells. She hikes up the bottom of her dress and hiked up the long flight of stairs, it felt like HOURS for Y/n to get to the top, she opened Alex's chamber doors, panting and looking frustrated at Alex.

"Why do you wizard like being so high up?" She pants.

"I think it was better air flow," he laughs as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"What do you need, Alex?"

"Right, so, after Ghost's last mission almost half of his men were injured and we didn't have anything to help heal them, half of the died of their injuries. So, we need to make some sort of potion to help them, and then make plenty of it to help the next time any of them get injured."

"Right..." she said as Alex placed down and spell book with some potions ingredients that are normal ones to help with healing.

"We need basil, calendula, poppies, plantain, for the herbal potion," he had about 5 different potion ingredients pulled up.

Y/n spent quite some time in Alex's quarters coming up with new potions.

"My lady, the Duke is coming up," Mary said as Y/n quickly put her blindfold on as the door was quickly pushed opened.

"I heard my wife was up here," he grumbles.

"I'm right here, Si," she said in her sweet tone of voice, she uses with Ghost versus with Alex.

"Why are you up here, I've told you before that I don't want you fooling around with magic," he cups her chin.

"I-I'm sorry," she uses that type of voice with him because she's afraid of him because she couldn't see his face, so she acts sweet to let him know, she's a bit afraid of him and that she's not trying to disobey him in any way.

"You should be...come on, leave Alex alone..." he drags her out of the tower.

"S-Simon, you're h-hurting me," she cried.

"You should have listened to me," he growls.

"O-Ow," she says as she was pulled into a room and was pushed against the familiar soft bed.

"I hate it when you don't fucking listen to me, Y/n."

"I-I'm sorry," she still apologized.

She could hear him start taking off his clothes, some hitting the floor and she could hear him unbuckle his pants, he snapped his belt making her jump.

"S-Simon, I was told he w-wanted to s-speak to me about helping you with y-your army," she stuttered. He snaps the belt again she jumped.

"I don't care, I told you not to mess with magic and you fucking disobeyed me," he growls again.

"I-I-"

He snaps again. She jumps up.

"P-Pleas-"

And again. She jumps again.

"Fucking stop it please," she begs.

Ghost smirks, she felt something being placed next to her probably the belt he was snapping to show his dominance over her.

She felt his hands go behind her back and started unbuttoning her dress and letting it fall, she gasped at the cold air hitting her bare body and making her nipples hard.

He smirks and bends down kissing her lips again. He moves his hands down and grabbed that belt again and then tied her wrists behind her back. She moans at how tight he ties the belt around her wrists.

"S-Si."

"You have some nerve," he says. She felt his lips on hers, she just wishes she could see his face. But she could feel how the energy in the room changed. His hands were all over her body, gently squeezing her, pinching her, and just tightly holding her probably leaving marks on her body.

She moans at his touch, she wanted to remove the blindfold to see him, she's tired of looking at darkness when her body gets touched by him or when she's even around him.

Her knees then get pushed open and she feels something wet touch her lower half. She moans and her body jerks up into the wet feeling around her. She knew it was it mouth; his tongue did wonders on her.

Going in and out of her, he nipped at her bud earning a soft moan. She pulled at the belt wanting to break free from the belt restraining her.

She wants to grab his hair and let him keep going with no stops. She bucks her hips up again; she moans at his tongue, he licks between her wet folds and kissed between them as well.

"Ah~ S-Si-AH! I-I'm g-gonna-" she doesn't even finish her sentence and came in his mouth.

"Wow...you taste so sweet," he mumbles.

He quickly and swiftly flips her on her stomach, her ass gets put in the air, she moans when his big hand collides on her ass.

Ghost then slowly pushed himself into her, she moans at his dick immediately hitting her g-spot. She muffled her moans into the bog soft pillows.

She started to move her face back and forth on her pillow, she was trying to be sneaky about it and pull her blindfold down off her eyes. She made sure that Ghost didn't see that her eyes were uncovered by the blindfold.

Ghost's hands were on her waist squeezing her a little bit too tightly. His forehead was resting on her shoulder blade, and he bit between her shoulder blades.

She moans at the sudden pain.

"AH~!" She moans as her blindfold was around her neck, she could easily turn to see Ghost if she wanted to.

"You are very much naughty, my lady," he growls.

Ghost knew that Y/n had her blindfold off, he could see it around her neck and not up over her eyes like it's supposed to.

His big hand went around her neck, squeezing a little tight, she felt like she could barely get any air in her lungs. He leans forward.

"What did I tell you at our wedding? That the blindfold...stays...on..." he growls as he slammed into her. She moans and sound like she was choking on her spit from the lack of air.

She couldn't speak and just ended up coming on his dick as he kept going faster and harder inside of her, she felt her vision go black, she felt weak.

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"My lady? My lady? Are you awake? Wake up," she heard Mary's soft voice calling to her.

"Mary?"

"Hi, my lady, can you see me? How many fingers am I holding?"

"I'm fine Mary and...four, by the way," she smiles. Mary smiles and is relieved that Y/n was okay.

She hears a bottle slam on a table. She turned and saw Ghost sitting on a chair by the balcony, and then she realizes...she doesn't have her blindfold on.

"Simon?" She saw him smoking a cigar with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. She saw how handsome he was, perfect body, perfect face, dirty blonde hair and some scars around his face, nose, above his left eye and the corner of his mouth.

"Leave us, Mary," Ghost demanded and Mary left.

"Simon?"

He gets up and walks to Y/n, he cups her chin again making her look up at him in the face this time.

"You want to know why; I choked you out and didn't fix your blindfold?" She just nods. "Because...I get jealous when I was told you were up in Alex's tower...The reason why I didn't want you messing with magic...is because I see how Alex looks at you and I don't want you near him."

"Ghost...nothing was going to happen any ways...I'm married to you, my vows were to you, not Alex..."

"It doesn't matter...wives cheat on their husbands all the time and I didn't want that with you, my duchess," he says.

"Again, it will never happen between Alex and I...if anything we're just friends...I will never fall for someone like Alex, he's just a friend..."

"What about Mary, is she not your friend?"

"I can't talk to Mary about certain things, only Alex...I was taught to never discuss royal matters with a maid because you don't know what their intentions are, so I go to Alex sometimes."

"I get it but...stay the hell away from him, do you understand?"

"YOU CAN'T JUST DICTATE THAT! I NEVER ONCE GOT TO SEE YOUR FACE AND THE ONLY PEOPLE I CAN SEE I'M NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO CONGERGATE WITH THEM!! THAT! UGH!! I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this," she has never yelled at Simon before, like I said, she always spoke nicely to him because she was afraid of him, and now...she just lost her temper.

She got up and walked around the room, Simon watched her walk around with her head down and he could hear her mumbling to herself.

"I'll leave you alone then," he gets up and leaves Y/n to her thoughts, she groans from frustration and fell on the silk couch in their bedroom, she groans and looked up at the ceiling.

"The sad thing is...I love him with all my heart."

[captncthrola]

i am so sorry that this will be insane to read but

26th april, starkid icbiballtay concert highlights ᯓ★

(out of order, just according to madness)

meeting ppl, my first time receiving bracelets n yapping for another whole hour after the show (cheers Rancilda, Crumb, Grandpa, Grace Chasity)(THANK YOU FOR THE DOLLAR AND EIGHTY SEVEN CENTS BRACELET) <3

AXE MAN JUMPSCARE (i felt so bad for the unholy scream that overtook me as soon as i heard Those Foot-stomps™️ (i am a massive massive fan of Nightmare Time esp. Axe Man)

Bryce's genuine n heartfelt short speech before 'Ever After/Last Forever' :")

Long Ago and Far Away ₊˚⊹⚬✮⋆˙₊˚⊹ with phone flashlights twinkling all around the theatre (i cried)

If I Believed redemption after AJ had to restart after forgetting the first few lyrics (i also cried)

"go to w-w-w-dot..." JAIME SPELLING OUT THE KICKSTARTER LINK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SONG

married couples' arc - Jaime stealing Lauren's spot w Joey for The Way I Do -> Meredith proposing to Lauren in Make the Most of It -> all of them resorting to singing a cover of 'Father Figure' together

ALL OF THEM 'RESORTING' TO SINGING FATHER FIGURE TOGETHER (daddiness reigns)

the amazing and great irony of using Wizard of the Year (It's Gilderoy!) to introduce the band members (self-centric song to introduce a group not centrestage!)

ICBIBALLTAY original song! - joke about forgetting it's God Save the King not Queen was diabolical but so good

Brian suddenly becoming a billionaire to justify singing Batman's lines in The American Way bwahahahhh

Lauren singing the "One of us is Mexican!" instead of "Most of us are Mexican" in The American Way!

the whole theatre and starkid community rising up to sing Goin Back to Hogwarts together

pointing mic to audience moments! "I've gotta get back to Hogwarts!" "Where everyone will do WHATEVER I SAY"

choir V formation for We Are People Now

all those on point harmonies holy shit - love love loved the arrangements!

and the instrumentation omg the playing of the music felt absolutely electric!! the energy was just buzzing from the synergy of the band and the vocals

AJ in Wizard of the Year lyric changes referencing how Darren Criss on broadway is playing someone in love with an AI human-like bot

them holding their pumped fists in the air for the full length of final audience applause - just for them to then sing and announce: "SEE YOU NEXT YEAR IN MARCH"

my friends joking the plan to stay should be they keep performing in London lesser and lesser than a year, a few months, until they perform in London almost every day

Lauren in the ICBIBALLTAY song slapping Joey away when she keeps saying "only one of us can stay"

my friend seeing AJ takeover the piano thinking it was Clark bcus i got so hyped (they didnt hv their glasses n we were top balcony / grand circle)

HATCHETTOWN EPICNESS

almost all original Trail to Oregon cast minus Rachael Soglin singing 'Speedrun' :"D - Jaime, prev. playing Daughter now singing for Mother :""D (i was also dressed up TTO themed)

Jaime's "Hi Jeff!" when Jeff joins her for Join Us and Die

admittedly didnt catch / can't remember more funny banter (we were all cheering so loud haha, still great) but yea the comedic bit justifications and transitions were funny esp. committing to this bit of stupid US-Americans trying to run away to the UK without knowing the first thing of wtf goes on here really

Meredith singing '3 Spirits' and saying before it that it's her favourite role she's played :"D

[tossawary]

For several different reasons, I'm not personally a big fan of "Soulmate AUs" (universes where there is some way to determine your destined romantic partner, often by some kind of magical birthmark), though I will admit that I have read and enjoyed some of these stories before. There are lots of fun and interesting ways to explore and subvert these tropes.

But past the coercive amatonormatism of it all (which I have seen many people consciously explore in neat ways), one of the things that sometimes bugs me is the worldbuilding or lack thereof. Often, the author of a Soulmate AU is not interested in expansive worldbuilding for a short fic and that's fine and fair. They're explicitly not here to explore what known soulmates throughout history would do to culture, both in terms of social norms and actual laws of government, in a 2k meet cute fic about people finding love.

The world being largely unchanged in a Soulmate AU sometimes makes me wonder if soulmate marks or whatever ARE relatively recent in these worlds, especially when so many of these worlds have magic. How did this HAPPEN? Some of these soulmate setups are so specific and artificial in their design (timers, written words, etc.) that I can't fully suspend my disbelief that it's at all natural. I replace this system's origins in my head with the "a wizard did it" excuse. Then it would make more sense for this world to be more or less identical, just with soulmates slapped on top by a mischievous or angry god.

I have seen many people go with various kinds of "it's a blessing from the gods" explanations and I think that's fun and fine worldbuilding. (And for most people's stories, there just isn't really a need to actually explain this magic system.) I'm currently interested in the idea that someone, not necessarily a divine being, intentionally or even accidentally cast a soulmate spell RECENTLY. Some people are thrilled and other people HATE this.

"Yeah, we've only had 'soulmates' around for about 200 years, since that big mysterious spell, and it's been a big fucking mess ever since." That's a funny mild subversion of the trope in my opinion. And also, I mean, personally speaking, I think that "let's go on a quest to argue with the god wizard who says you're not my soulmate (and maybe kill him and end his stupid spell)" is potentially an incredibly romantic storyline.

[gingersnaptaff]

POLL 7 (WOOHOO!)

I am so sorry I missed yesterday's posting time but, in my defence, I fell asleep as soon as I got in from work and legit didn't wake up till this morning. But, without further ado:

Some notes

Aranrhod - She's the sister to Gwydion, Gofannon, Penarddun, Amaethon, and Gilfaethwy and is probably the most... well-adjusted, shall we say? She's best known for her part in Branch 4 of The Mabinogion where Gwydion puts her forward to be their uncle Math's footholder after everything that goes down with Goewin. Unfortunately, it backfires when she walks over a silver rod and immediately gives birth to both Dylan Ail Don and Lleu Llaw Gyffes. Embarrassed, Aranrhod flees the room and goes back to her Caer (which is supposed to be the Milky Way!) while Gwydion takes Lleu and raises him. I mean she does also cast three tyngedhau on him which are: he can't have arms or a name. This, as you can imagine, makes Gwydion fume. (He's very self-aggrandizing.) Once he's older Gwydion she's about trying to get his sister to acknowledge their kid (it's implied in the text. I have talked about it a lot.) and does so in numerous ways including making her think her caer is under attack and allowing Lleu to have arms, inadvertently giving him a name after he strikes a wren with a sling (he of the fair hair and skilful hand). Yet all this does is serve to piss Aranrhod off once she she uncovers the truth about the boy and the old man with him. This leads her to cast her third tynged - he'll never have a human wife. Obvs Gwydion is super pissed off and makes Lleu one. I like to imagine Aranrhod then never involved herself in family dramas from then on. She just went to her castle and had a lovely time.

Caradog: Caradog Freichfras (strong arm) was a semi-legendary ancestor to the Kings of Gwent. He's got a horse named Lluagor (literally HOST SPLITTER, COOL AS FUCK) and is described as being Arthur's 'chief elder' by the triads. He also has a banging as fuck romance in which he discovers his actual dad is a wizard after his supposed father committed bestiality on his wedding night, battles against a serpent and accidentally slices off his girlfriend's tit in the process, which I am sure caused a lot of screaming. 'AHHH MY TIT!' 'AHHH A SNAKE!' 'Caradog, I swear to FUCK I will end u if u don't reattach my nipple, so help me god.' '.... yes dear.' Also his gf, Tegau Eufron (Goldbreast) has a virginity testing mantle.

Goewin: She's an utter sweetheart who doesn't get much to do and what she goes through is genuinely heartbreaking. She is the lady who was Math's footholder and then got raped by Gwydion and Gilfaethwy once Math was away fighting Pryderi. Once she informs Math of what happened he marries her and punishes his nephews. She's then NEVER HEARD FROM AGAIN. I for one think she went to Caer Aranrhod and was immediately accepted there once she'd divorced Math because he was helping Gwydion.

Medrawd: THEE BOI. Actually, though he was seen as a good guy for much of the Welsh Arthurian stuff. In poetry to be seen as Medrawd was to be a good thing, not bad. Obvs this changed and we have thee bad lad we know and love but I do find that interesting. But he's best known as Evil Man Who Usurps His Uncle And Has A Damn Fun Time Doing It. Can't fault him for that, ngl. I respect the hustle. He also chucks Gwenhwyfar from her throne after out next person slaps her.

Gwenhwyfach: My beloved, my Diddy little pocket rocket, Gwenhwyfach is Gwenhwyfar's sister and it is SHE who starts Camlann. She's said to've married Medrawd which makes them an Evil Power Couple and is the one responsible for slapping Gwenhwyfar over nuts, apparently? This just in: 'Camlann started over sisters warring over Macadamia nuts' More as we get it.

Once again: top 2 go through!!!! Have fun!

[xlucy-in-the-skyx]

Incredible work by @dafna-winchester! It's so exciting to see this moment from Chapter 12 of my Baldur's Gate 3 fic brought to life. So totally over the moon with how it came out. Read the scene depicted here below, or check out Bloodletting on Ao3!!!

“What are you doing?” She asks, taking a step back. He moves with her and puts his other hand on top of hers. Astarion doesn’t want her to put any distance between them. “Apologizing . . .” Astarion mutters and tilts his head towards hers. He can see the moment she decides to try and slap him again, her jaw tensing and her lips pulling back in a snarl. Astarion catches her wrist before Siobhan’s hand makes contact. He pushes her back against the cavern wall. “Get off of me.” Her eyes are a little wild with fear as she struggles against him. Astarion resents her for it.  “Do not hit me again.” Astarion tightens his grip on her just to prove that he can. She thrashes underneath his weight, yanking this way and that to try and escape. He pushes his body against hers and pins her hands to the stone. “Siobhan . . .” he warns.  She stills. Astarion can feel her heart thundering in her chest. “You just tried to kiss me.” Her voice is shaky. "Did I?” Astarion hums. “What about any of this makes you think that I want to—that this would be the way to—” Astarion cuts her off before she can get too far down that line of thinking. He doesn’t need another mark against him, perceived or otherwise.  “Are you really unhappy with me just because I teased you about Gale and at the tower?” Astarion asks. “Because if you are, striking me hardly seems fair.”  “I— no, it’s not just that.” The statement ends with an exasperated whine. “All right, what then?” Siobhan shakes her head helplessly, blinking away more tears, and shrugs, struggling to compose herself.  “You’re furious with me, and you don’t know why?” Astarion frowns. She shrugs again, refusing to meet his gaze. Astarion sighs, rests his forehead against hers, and closes his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. “I don’t know what you want from me.” She turns her head away, but Astarion doesn’t shift to accommodate her, his forehead coming to rest on her temple instead. She’s unwittingly put her throat, the unblemished side,  on display with the move. Astarion swallows. He feels hungry. He knows he shouldn’t. Astarion had more than his fill last night. Nevertheless, he aches with that familiar emptiness. The vein in her throat jumps invitingly under her skin. It would be so easy to just lean forward  and-- “Astarion.” Gale’s voice is stern, clipped. Siobhan stiffens against him, wrists flexing beneath his palms. Astarion’s lips curl up in a sneer, still a breath away from her throat, but his voice is cheery. “Gale! My, my. You certainly know when to show up where you’re least wanted,” Astarion drawls. “I’ll only ask you once. Step away. Now. I don't think Siobhan wishes to remain in your company.” The air crackles with electricity, and Astarion rips his eyes away from her throat to look at the wizard in his periphery. His eyes are flashing blue, lighting arcing between his fingers, his hands rigid at his sides.  “Is that so? Well, lucky for us, we don’t have to guess, do we?” Astarion fixes him with a cold smile. Gale’s nostrils flare, lighting sparking with increasing ferocity.  “Siobhan,” he croons in her ear, eyes still fixed on Gale, “darling. It seems Gale is uncomfortable with our proximity. What would you like me to do? Perhaps you prefer his company to mine?” 

[starkayezer]

give me silvertail hcs pls 🙏🙏

FORTUNETAIL HCS!!!

☆ they first met by Peter wandering around the castle as wormtail and Xeno (for some reason even though wizards have rats as pets and shit) thinks that he was just some random rat that got lost inside the castle so they bring peter outside and they're like "here you go buddy :)" and Peter is like wow that guy was really nice also they smelled like weed but omg he was really nice :)) and then every time he hears xenos voice in the halls he like turns into wormtail and xeno always recognizes the same rat and they kinda just hang out and xeno is like omg i made a rat friend :)) and Peter is like fbfjfjbddjsosf this ethereal being who always smells like weed but also at the same time there's other really nice smells is patting me on the head omg and then eventually xeno figures out that the rat is an animagus but he doesn't know who and so on (this is what the fic im writing is about)

☆ peter learns how to braid hair and when he's bored and they're together he will braid their hair (he and Remus learned how to braid together bc they both had partners with long hair and they thought it would be cute)

☆ stoner peter x dealer xenophilius 🙂‍↕️

☆ their house is littered with stuffed animals and they all have names and they call them their children and they tuck them into bed at night

☆ they like to hang out in the forest and collect mushrooms and pretty flowers and berries and find bugs and snails and other creatures and have picnics

☆ Xeno helps peter embrace the whimsy. Peter was never really a fan of standing out. He was okay being the shadow of his popular friends, because he didn't like being different. He thought himself quite ordinary. Xeno, being who he is, helps Peter grow out of his fear of being perceived and to just not really care what people think of him or what he does or how he presents himself etc etc

☆ Xeno likes to carry Peter as wormtail around in his pocket 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Peter doesn't necessarily do it because he likes it but it makes Xeno so happy to have his boyfriend as just a little rat sitting in their pocket (plus peter secretly likes when xenophilius pets him)

☆ they have INTENSEEEE chess matches. The only person who doesn't get concerned for their safety when in the room with them while playing is Pandora.

☆ they have those matching lego heart necklaces. wait I'll get a picture

☆ when they play minecraft together they put their beds next to each other (Xeno's is lime and Peter's is orange) despite irl having separate bedrooms in their home. They both like having their own space to themselves when they need it and they can decorate however they want. They have sleepovers all the time though.

☆ they play dti together and Xenophilius makes the cuntiest top tier first place worthy outfits and Peter slaps something stupid together and gets second place (example: being the beach for beach day. Like half of the avatar is blue for the water and the other half gold for the sand.)

☆ it takes a longgggggggg time before they kiss for the first time. Like yes, they've been dating for months but they both just kinda didn't want do it until they felt ready?? and then they never really remembered to check in to see if the other was because it didn't really matter all that much, they were completely fine with just cuddling and such. Their first kiss was when they were really high and Peter was just staring at Xeno and was like *dreamy sigh* "you're just so pretty and your hair is gorgeous and I want to kiss your face" and then Xeno is like ykw hell yeah and they kiss DHDJEOSJFBEI (this next part wasnt my idea) I'm adding this Xeno like hadn't kissed anyone before and they like had their eyes wide open when he kissed peter for the first time bc like Xenophilius asked Barty what you're meant to do and he just said pucker up and yeah. there's that 🙂‍↕️

☆ yapper x listener but its both of them at different times. They both love to hear the other talk about their special interests and talk about their day and Xenos writing and so on. Sometimes it's also yapper x yapper because ofc ofc ALSO Peter is SO funny. Like I'm talking the funniest of the marauders. If he feels comfortable with you he will crack joke after joke and he's fucking hilarious. Xeno never laughs as much when he's not with Peter than when he is.

☆ (this one is mostly about Xeno but eh) XENOS ANIMAGUS IS A PIGEON. Guys it's not even funny i feel so strongly about pigeons. I could write you an essay on how sad they make me. I think about them all the time. They used to be so important. SO important. They were used during wars to send messages and they were special. Pigeons have literally received badges of honour. They were so important, treated so well, they were everything. And then technology outgrew them. They were discarded, and now they're treated horribly. People call them the rats of the sky (i will get back to this). Xeno writes articles and stories, right? Yes. He writes and tries to warn people of important things and such, and he was taken seriously. he was. Until he wasn't. He was discarded and people called him crazy. ALSO pigeons are actually so pretty in their own unique way and that is so Xeno idec. BACK TO THE RAT OF THE SKY THING!!! rat x rat of the sky boom they're in love. Xeno learns how to become an animagus after a while of them being together, because as much as they like to carry Peter around in their pockets and bags, they want Peter to be able to do the same if he wanted (Xeno also wanted Peter to do that, but that doesn't need to be mentioned if you ask him) and so then ofc that happens but also then they can frolic and have fun and hang out as their animagus forms and yes much fun

☆ t4t. need I say more?

☆ Whenever they share a bed it's such a mess. There's no big spoon or little spoon it's just limbs all around on top of each other everywhere. Like a pot of spaghetti. Peter also snores and Xeno makes fun of him for it but they actually think it's really cute even though it's not. It's like super obnoxious and none of the marauders could deal with it for the first few years until they got used to it.

☆ Xeno calls Peter "rat boy" sometimes which seems really weird and lowkey kinda mean to everyone else but to them it's like one of the sweetest pet names that exists between them. They're weird. It's lovely.

☆ they love to draw on each other. Their arms are always covered in little pen doodles and their shoes are too

☆ they can't lie to eachother. Xeno doesn't because they really value honesty, especially with his profession and how it's being taken over by people who all they do is lie and spread propaganda. Peter can't because Xeno always knows. It's not that he would lie to them anyway, because he wouldn't, but even the tiniest little white lie no matter what it's for, Xeno would know it wasn't the truth.

☆ Xeno knows Peter is the traitor before anyone else. Even before Peter. He knew when Peter became secret keeper, that Voldemort would come for him. And they knew he would cave. It was hard for them, watching Peter as he debated and struggled with betraying his friends. He knew Peter didn't want to be bad. Or maybe he did, but not his Peter. His Peter wouldn't have, so if Peter wanted to do this, it was a different Peter. They ended it when Peter got the mark. He knew the exact day he got it. He knew Pete was trying to hide it from them, and, as previously stated, he always knew when he was lying. After the devastation of all of their friends and people close to them turning dark or dying, Xeno and Pandora get together (platonically i fear) to try and build back some of the love they lost. And they did, with Luna. Even after Pandora died, she was still there. When Xeno turned Harry into the death eaters to get Luna back, it felt awfully familiar. Kind of how Peter betrayed James, Lily, and Sirius.

☆ they trade rocks !! whenever they find pretty rocks they collect them and give them to one another, or they'll sneak them into their bags or smth (this can also apply to shells)

☆ they hang out with rosekiller all the time 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

☆ Pandora is lowkey their third wheel all the time but none of them mind bc they all love each other and like hanging out even if Xeno and Pete will literally be on top of one another

☆ they like to bake/cook together !!!! (this does not mean they're good at it)

I could go on and on but this is A LOT so

[thebunnybabyblog]

Moony's Books & Scrolls - Chapter 1

Summary: No one told Eira Campbell that life outside of Hogwarts would be such a confusing mess. A war is on and she's a muggle witch just trying to keep out of it. She never expected that the first wizard she'd see after graduating would be Remus Lupin. Set in London in 1980.

Type: Fluff and slight angst now

Disclaimer: This was a previous y/n fic I wrote but I wanted to give it more personality. Hope whoever reads it finds it interesting! Part two is in the works. Hopefully out by next week!

Nothing was more soul-crushing than the sudden slap of reality after Eira Campbell’s time at Hogwarts. No one ever talked about what life would be like AFTER seven years of living in a magic castle with never-ending secrets and wonders. No one ever mentioned that the childish bedroom she used only on breaks would now be filled with balled-up classifieds and take-out containers, or her parents’ blissful ignorance of London in 1980, where– magic or not– no one was having a good time. It was making Eira scratch at the walls around her like a feral cat in a cage. All she wanted was to get out and be free again, but it was funny to think of Hogwarts as freedom, because there were not enough fingers on her hands to count how many detentions she had spent cleaning cauldrons or writing lines. As more time passed after graduation, she wished she hadn't taken all of those magical moments for granted.

It was nice to faff about, listening to Dark Entries by Bauhaus on repeat and reading trash novels, but the boredom was mind-numbing at this point, and Mum nagged her about  every tiny thing. “Eira! What have I told you ‘bout leaving your rubbish by the door?” she’d say, or Dad would moan at the lack of movement on her job search–“You know, when I was your age, I was already married with a baby on the way!” 

“Yeah, well, you try being me for a day!” she’d reply in frustration, only to receive an eye roll. Without a penny to her name, life was hard on the streets of that madhouse. People were broke, the government was just pointing fingers and she was stuck wondering why it hadn’t been this hard for her parents. 

It didn’t help that she wasn't the top of her class. It was harder to get a job when she had basically just skated by in the first place. It wasn’t her fault that she felt safer sticking her head in a book and ignoring the world around her. No one thought about how hard it was for muggle-born wizards and witches. At eleven years old, you went from primary school in your normal little muggle town to suddenly finding yourself literally in a whole new world– with a war going on outside. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Eira found comfort in her books; it wasn’t as if she had been a difficult child to be around. She’d had friends and had been sociable when part of a group, but she hadn't been asking others to hang out. She waited for people to come to her. 

This had led to her getting lost in her own world sometimes. Being a muggle-born child and being thrown into this new world with a war that was about her and how she shouldn’t even be there, it made it hard to trust the people around her. So, despite the kind people in the halls, her safe space was getting lost in the text of someone else's life– but unfortunately, that meant her new studies suffered. No one told her at London Fields primary school that she would need to know Latin and Transfiguration later in life. So it wasn’t like the Ministry was banging down her door begging on their hands and knees to hire her or anything, and to be honest she’d never planned on doing anything magic related. She was a muggle-born, her family were muggles, her culture was muggle and with the way the wizarding world was at this point, she didn’t really feel like it was a safe place. She couldn’t even speak to anyone around her about what she was going through. Her parents had no idea what it was like for her, her friends from primary school were long gone and even if they were there she'd be arrested by the Ministry or locked up in a padded cell by the muggles if she opened her fat mouth. 

In an attempt to please her parents she applied to many unsavoury positions at places where she would be required to wear office attire. The thought of wearing polyester power suits made her skin itch. 

“You're a smart girl!You have to think like you already have the position!” her mother would say, trying to boost Eira’s dwindling confidence. 

Her father always adding his own snide remarks about ‘how easy it was for him’ to negate any confidence her mother had built back up, but he never had a wizard education and you can’t just put Hogwarts on your CV.

After the 20th failed interview with jobs above her paygrade, she knew it was time to set her sights much lower– and that meant pulling out the paper and circling. She’d circle anything she thought would put money in her pocket, magical or not. Soon full pages of circles transformed to big red x’s and it was really starting to piss her off. The summer had turned into fall bordering on winter and the cold was starting to make it even more bleak. She could hear a clock ticking away in her ears and she was at her wits’ end. One more snarky comment from her Dad and she was going to stumble to the nearest pub and turn into a drunk.

Her days began to blend together: wake up, eat breakfast (half asleep), look at paper (half asleep), find nothing, go to room, rot, listen to music, read, go to bed and wake up and do it all over again. Sludging down the stairs she sat at the breakfast table, ready for it all to happen again. Mum had some porridge on the stove talking about plans for Christmas. 

“Who's picking up Nan? Don't say Teddy, because you know he nearly gave the poor thing a heart attack last year.” 

Her Dad flicked through the sports section, ignoring her and muttering something about some rugby match he bet on and lost ‘50 quid on that bloody match.’  He huffed. 

Flicking through the pages and not even reading, he replaced it on the table only when Eira’s Mum scooped a ladle of porridge into his bowl. He sighed, slid the paper away and began to eat. 

Eira swiped the crinkled pages over to her side of the table and began flipping through, searching for the classifieds once again. Scanning the pages, her eyes wandered over the same words she had read a million times. 

“Same shit, different day” she thought. It always seemed as if they were hiring, but never ‘able’ to fill the spots. 

“No one wants to pay a decent wage” she mumbled behind the pages. Eira would take anything at this point– God, she'd take cleaning hospital bed pans if it meant a livable wage and being able to move out. 

Slapping the paper down on the table, the cutlery clattered against the porcelain of the nearby dishes. For a moment she could really see how she was her father’s daughter. She rolled her eyes at her own observation and pushed it deep inside her. She was about to turn her attention to the porridge her mother had placed in her bowl while she was busy reading when something caught the corner of her eye: glittering text that wasn’t there only moments ago but was now dancing across the page. Quickly shifting her attention back to the wrinkled pages, she read the new text forming in front of her eyes.

Text reading, Moony’s Books and Scrolls, appeared on the page, followed by small lines of print one by one under it. In need of a shop assistant. To help organise, catalogue and care for magical and non-magical books and scrolls. A room available to anyone willing to accept this position. Must only pay for your utilities. 50% employee discount. For inquiries, please stop in at 310 Meadows Lane. 

Her body practically levitated out of her seat. Well, it actually did, to her mother’s surprise. 

“Mother Mary and Joseph!” her mother yelled as Eira zipped out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. She hurried to get into a pair of jeans and pull a jumper over her head, momentarily getting entangled with the sleeves in her haste. There was no way in hell she was letting this slip through her hands. How could she not fall for this probably too-good-to-be-true magic scheme? If the muggle world was not willing to give her a job, maybe she would have to resort to magic after all. 

Gathering some change for the bus off the dresser and her bag by the door, she slipped her wand into her back pocket and rushed down the stairs all while brushing her hair out of her face. 

“What's all the fuss 'bout?” her Dad called out. 

“Well, there is a job and it offers a room!” she yelled back excitedly, forgetting to mention the magic element of it all. The laces on her shoes just didn’t seem to tie fast enough.

 “A job? Where?” Her Mum came in through the arch to see her struggling on the couch to tie her shoes. “Slow down, will you?”

“Sorry, I have to rush, we don't want some other desperate sod taking my spot.” She stood up,smoothed out her jumper and started putting on her coat. 

“Well, don’t sound so excited to get out of here,” her Mum said, sounding defeated. 

“Oh, now don’t get all melancholy on me! You knew I had to find my own way and it's time to get out of here.” She kissed her Mum on the cheek and made it out the door. 

Suddenly, the cold grey skies of London seemed to brighten just a bit. Once she sat down on the bus, she pulled her Walkman out of her bag. Fumbling through her mixes she found her well-worn Bowie mix and plopped it in. Her ride was full of hope that something would come of this, because, to be honest she, didn’t know if she could handle another rejection and she didn’t want to have to leave the city. London was no Hogwarts, but it was better than the countryside with no magic castle to bide your time in. 

Her ride wasn’t terribly long but the longer she sat, the more the pit in her stomach ached. The bus was almost empty by the time her stop came around. She gathered her things and nodded thanks to the bus driver on her way out. She walked up the street, searching for 310, but as she made it to the end of the block she realized she must have passed it.

“Damn it,” she huffed and turned on her heels. Rushing back down the street, she made it to the other end.

“Damn it!” she yelled, louder. “Where is this bloody place?” 

Annoyed now, she shoved her Walkman off and back into her bag. She pivoted again and walked back to where she’d started. 

This time, she slowly scanned every single building and found her way to the front of a rundown shop front. She pulled out the torn piece of newspaper that she’d managed to tear off in her mad dash upstairs and found that it did, in fact, read 310. 

“This place looks like shit!” she exclaimed. 

This garnered a stern huff from a passing lady practically clutching her pearls. All Eira could manage was an annoyed eye roll in response before bringing her attention back to the building in front of her. 

This can’t be right, this place looks a mess, she thought. 

She scanned the large windows that were filled full with books, papers plastered on all the uncovered parts. She could hardly see hints of light peeking through the negative spaces. Faded and chipping paint slathered the outside woodwork. What seemed to have once been a  beautiful, deep blue shopfront with big and bright picture windows, was now a deserted-looking mess. 

What a shame, she thought, not sure if she was talking about the now dwindling job opportunity or the craftsmanship gone to shit. 

Somehow, she made her way to the front door and read the hand written sign on the glass. “Closed to the public. All job applicants are welcome inside.” She wondered for a moment if this was where she'd be last seen alive, but the thought of her Mum nagging her about eating biscuits for tea or her Dad huffing behind the paper had her turning the knob with ease. 

She opened the door to exactly what she thought she would– piles upon piles of books in disarray. Her mouth hung agape as she scanned her surroundings. She couldn’t believe the amount of work that would lay ahead. 

“Am I supposed to fix this? This was not in the job description!” She couldn’t help but voice her annoyance. She might have been an idiot but she'd never keep books like this. 

Eira noticed that she was the only one in the room. 

“Hello?” she called. 

She was met with only silence. She made her way further through the messy maze on the floor. She glanced at some of the titles and saw a bit of everything from muggle romances and textbooks to alchemy and wizard politics. Her eyes couldn’t stay still. She found herself stopping every few feet to check out something else, rummaging through loose scrolls or flipping through dusty pages of old, leather-bound books. 

Every surface had something on it and she wondered just how all of it got there. How long had this stuff been rotting away? Soon, she made it to the steps that lead up to the second floor. On the wall, she saw a sign that read ‘Restricted section: Must have permission to enter. Please ring the bell for service.' Below the sign hung a golden bell. She wondered if she should ring it. 

She considered just shouting again, but the sign said to ring for service. It was just a little bell, anyway.

“What the hell,” she said and quickly tapped her finger to the rim of the bell. A loud chime rang out, much louder than she had expected. So loud, in fact, that her hands reflexively covered her ears. The walls vibrated and a tumble ensued. She heard someone yell from above and books began to fly down the steps. 

“What the fuck!” she yelled as she dodged the falling debris. 

As the dust settled and she had found her head again running up the stairs in search of the yell she had heard before. Making her way to the top, Eira found a mess bigger than the one downstairs. Once filled bookshelves were now empty and a large pile had formed in the center. 

“Hello?” she yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

“Um, sorry, but could you perhaps help me out of this situation I have found myself in?” A voice asked, muffled underneath the rubble.

“Are you ok?” she asked,worried. 

“I’ve been better love, but I'm okay. Just Leviosa this off me, please, I can’t move.” 

She couldn’t help but think how familiar he sounded to her but she pushed the thought away. 

“Of course!” Eira reached for her wand but was met with an empty pocket. In the game of Frogger she must have lost it at the bottom of the steps. 

Kneeling down, she started pulling off books one by one, throwing them wildly behind her and pushing away a large wooden ladder. Soon, bit by bit, a body revealed itself. First, a hand with long fingers, then a midriff, exposing a scarred stomach and finally the face of a man Eira thought she'd never see again. 

“Oh God!” she exclaimed. 

“Sorry, love, just Remus I’m afraid,” he said with a smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own wit but he winced through it. 

Still laying flat on the floor he looked at her again after his little stint, holding his head. “Don’t I know you?” he asked. He did, in fact, know who she was as soon as he saw her face, but he wanted to see how Eira would respond first. 

He flung himself forward to a seated position which made her fall back, off her knees. She ignored his question while he adjusted his jumper to cover himself back up and looked down hoping she didn't see much of his scarring. 

“Did a bloody good number on myself. Been meaning to rip that bell out of the wall. Now on the top of my list,” he said, to cut the tension in the air. 

Eira noticed the blood that began to trickle past his hairline. He noticed at the same time and brought his fingertip to the affected area. 

They both froze at the sight of blood. After hesitating briefly, Eira leapt forward, grabbed his face and manhandled him to take a closer look. With one hand still on his cheek, she rummaged through her bag and found the fresh handkerchief she always carried. Gently, she pressed the white cotton to the wound. He winced slightly at her touch, because of the pain and because a woman was touching him in general. 

He watched her in stunned silence, trying to memorize the way her eyes crinkle when concentrating. She didn’t even realize that she could feel his rough stubble prick at her palm and the way his soft locks tickled the tips of her fingers. She carefully pushed his hair aside, applied pressure to his forehead and wiped away the small trail of blood. With their prolonged closeness he couldn't help but to feel a bit embarrassed. 

To ease his own discomfort he threw out a “So, doctor, what’s the prognosis? 6 months?” 

She met his eyes and remembered just who she’d had in her hands. Red washed over her face and Eira pulled back while still holding her hanky to his temple. 

She cursed in her head and whispered, “It’s just a small cut, I would just hold that there a while.” He traded places with her hand, but not before their fingertips brushed. 

God, he has to remember. I want to vomit, she panicked in her head.  

Eira pulled her hands into her lap and looked down at the books in front of her. 

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to go all Mother Hen on you.” They both shifted awkwardly. 

“Quite alright. Glad you were here to rescue me.” She couldn’t help but think that it was her fault it’d happened in the first place, but she wasn’t going to bring that up. 

“I’ve got a mess to clean in here.” he said with a laugh. 

Eira couldn’t stop her mouth before she blurted, “Just here?” 

Remus laughed as he watched her face go red once again. “You’ve got me there.” He laughed and waved off her apologies before she could even get them out. 

He looked around. “I know this place is a disaster.” He sighed and pressed the hanky harder to his head, “My, um, uncle– well, he was like an uncle– left me this place and he lived upstairs for a long time. That's why the bell is so loud. 

“The shop has been in disarray for a while. When he left me this place, I thought it could be a good new beginning, but it's been a lot more work than I anticipated.”

“My mates have been helping me out when they can, but they are all busy with their own lives, as well. One just had a baby, in July! I'm practically an uncle!” he explained, wandering off topic. 

“But anyway! I'm up a creek without a paddle right now, but it’s not the worst potential transformation I've ever seen.” The way he was looking at Eira transported her right back to the library at Hogwarts. 

God, he has to remember, hasn’t he? she worried to herself. 

Eira didn’t know if she should bring up the ad but she had to explain why she was there. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the torn piece of paper. He scanned the writing in her hand. 

“Well, I actually was here about this, I guess. I wanted to talk about the job and– um, well, the room too.” The sudden realization that he was in the other room hit her like a ton of books. 

Her stomach filled with hot acid and she felt as if she were about to be sick. Eira wanted to leave her parents’ house any way she could, but she hadn’t thought that of all the people in the world, he'd be the one with the spare room and a paycheck for her. He watched her shaking hands and looked back up at her. There was a glint of amber in his eyes as his met hers. 

Yep. He has to remember now. 

A few years ago at the end of her fifth year, she had made a slightly terrifying confession that ended before it had even started.

She used to spend a lot of her free time reading in all the places you’d expect at Hogwarts. The library and the Gryffindor common room frequently saw her nose stuck in a book. Of course  that meant she saw Remus around; he was a prefect, after all. She couldn’t help but have a little crush on him. He was tall, kind, quick with a joke. Just a gentle giant. Lots of girls thought he was cute. Him and his mates ran the halls like kings. He spent a lot of time in the library, more than his mates did and sometimes, Eira sat a little closer when they weren’t around, instead of being tucked away in a far corner. 

If she was lucky enough to get to talk to him, on days when the library was slow, they might share a few sentences about what books they were each reading and what they wanted to read next. Sometimes if she was really, really lucky, he'd help her sneak a peek at the restricted section, but that only happened twice. She had lain in bed for nights after both of those times, trying to remember every single detail, scouring her brain for memories of the way he smelled– like cedar wood and vanilla– or the way his long arms reached high above her head to snag a book off the shelf, while she snuck glances at the soft skin exposed when his shirt rode up. 

Now, she was feeling the same sickly feeling she had felt those years ago. The room was silent for a while before he suddenly rose to his feet. She sat there for a moment before shooting up to stand as well. 

Nervous about the words he could potentially mutter out, like– “sorry I’d rather not be locked away again in the same place with you.” 

“Are you sure it's not too much work?” he asked, in a tone that sounded worried she’d say it was. 

Shocked by his response she quickly sputtered out “Oh! Um. Well, yeah– this place is a mess, I won’t lie– but, uh– I mean, I’m sick of looking for a job,” she sighed. “And at this point if I need to literally work magic,I am willing to, because if I have to be stuck at home one more minute, I fear I will explode.” 

She found herself nervously rambling, so she cut herself off. She looked at him, waiting for him to say anything at all. 

“You’re hired.” He said, bluntly. Eira was shocked by his sudden declaration. “I have been drowning in books and I can’t do it alone. That's why I added the room in the deal, because people would walk in and walk out. You are the first person who has even stayed more than three minutes in the building. If you are willing to take the job, I am more than happy to give the job to someone who enjoys books as much as me, Eira.” Her breath got caught in her throat and she replayed his words in her head. Fuck, he knows my name. He definitely remembers.

“Oh… You remember my name? I didn’t think you remembered me,” she said. 

“Course I remember your name.” He looked at her as if he was hurt she'd think that. “We hung out in the library all the time. How could I forget?” 

If he remembered that then he most certainly remembered their final meeting. 

A few days before the end of semester, Eira knew she wouldn’t have a chance to talk to him again, so, in her hormone induced stupidity, she figured she might as well tell him how she felt. Tell him something, just anything, because she couldn’t live without saying something and– hey, what could go wrong? Remus politely accepting her confession and gently letting her down? Nothing worse than that could possibly happen, right? She was wrong. 

On an unusually quiet day in the library Remus had collected all of his things and rushed to the door. Eira had gotten up,hurried up to him and lightly tapped on his shoulder. He’d turned and faced her, towering over her, looking taller than he normally did. His face had a mildly irritated look on it and it wasn’t until that moment that she’d realized he had sort of ignored  her, even though it was just the two of them and a few kids in the corners. 

Eira had paused for a moment wondering if she should say anything other than ‘congratulations, hope life treats you well,’ but she’d gotten a sudden burst of confidence as she thought about the cheesy confession scene in the latest novel she’d read. 

“I– um, just wanted you to– uh, to know that I like you, Remus and I know you are graduating, but I just needed to… to tell you that.” 

Before he could’ve even given her some painfully awkward refusal, Nitwit One (James Potter) and Nitwit Two (Sirius Black) burst through the doors, laughing and pulling Remus out before he could say a word. They had probably been waiting for him outside the doors and had overheard the whole thing. 

That was one memory she desperately tried to not think about in bed at night. 

“I just didn’t think you considered that hanging out.” she said, a choked laugh following to break the silence. He dabbed his head, checking to see if the bleeding had subsided. She forgot in her own humiliation that he was probably concussed. Damn, I hope he remembers this tomorrow… Or maybe I don’t. 

He lowered his hand and held out her hankie but quickly balled it up in his fist.

“Sorry, I bled all over your stuff. I’ll clean that and get it back to you,” he said as he gently put it in his pocket. “I have some wiggenweld upstairs. I should probably go take some of that. With my friends, you get used to having to have a bunch on hand at any given time.” His soft tone eased her, somehow– like he had been her friend all these years and they had never had that awkward encounter at the end. 

“Are you sure you want to accept the job?” he asked in a curious tone. “Not trying to change your answer or anything, just don’t want you to feel pressured to take it because I’m in over my head, is all.” 

She softened a bit and knew that this was exactly what she should be doing right now. It killed two birds with one stone; and how, in her right mind, could she miss an opportunity to see what Remus Lupin looked like in the soft sun on a quiet Sunday evening at home? 

“Does the room have a view of the street or the alley?” was all she said in response. He laughed and moved towards the door that led to the apartment upstairs. 

“I can show you, if you’d like?” Eira followed behind him as they made their way up the secret steps to the apartment above. The entrance led to a living room on the right. 

“Take a look around, I'm just gonna pop to the loo. Back in a tick.”

The apartment was warm and lived in, much more put together than the lower levels. Pictures of Remus and his friends lined the walls and she even noticed the kid he had been talking about earlier: Lily Evans and James Potter smiled wildly while holding a baby. Eira wondered what his name was. She felt like she was surrounded by laughter that echoed off the walls. It was exactly what she’d thought it would be– warm and cozy, but a tiny bit scattered, just how she thought of Remus, like a comfortable old jumper and a warm cup of tea.  

He emerged from wherever the bathroom was, looking even better than before. 

“How do you feel?” she asked. He lifted his fringe and showed her the spot. The only thing left was a red mark. 

“Better already,” he reassured. “The room is right this way.”  He led her past the kitchen and down the hall. It was a small room, but nothing worse than the one back home. At least here she wouldn’t have to share with five other girls like at Hogwarts. 

It had all the workings of a bedroom: a single bed in the right corner, a wardrobe opposite it, a night stand and a small desk on the other wall. It just  needed a few things from home and it could be a nice place to lay your head at night. She imagined how her posters of Bowie and Siouxsie and the Banshees would look above her desk. 

He watched her move around the room as if she were inspecting for bed bugs, checking each little spot. He couldn’t believe she was the one he was showing the room to. For a moment he worried, but he figured he'd worry about anyone and pushed the bad thoughts out of his brain. He showed her his bedroom when she was done investigating. She noticed how his bed was in the left hand corner, meaning they shared a wall. She thought about how they were practically sleeping next to each other. 

She knew that whatever she was getting herself into was about to turn her world upside down, Even more so  than an owl and a Hogwarts professor appearing at her doorstep one day to tell her muggle parents she was a freak– but she was excited to see where it would take her. Remus Lupin was clouding her brain in a sticky sweet fog and there was no way she'd be able to pull herself out of his spell.