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marlenesluv · 4 months ago

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۵pairing: fem!albonsibling!ballerina x platonic f1 grid. also, reader x lando norris.

۵type: social media au

۵authors note: sorry it’s been so long! if you want a tag for new updates for this series, leave a comment letting me know! i’ll tag you in upcoming posts :)

۵warnings: dark side of ballet (this includes: ed/not eating as much, self criticism, teacher, etc) please be aware of this while reading. i love you. also cussing.

۵summary: a month after the dinner, y/n is still working to perfect her performance for her role as the black/white swan. luckily, she had her “friend(?)” lando to help her and keep her company.

۵this is part 4! please read part 1, part 2, and part 3 before this one for it to make sense. (part 1 is mine, i just made it on my main blog)

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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y/n.albon: reminiscing bc i start training for ballet tomorrow, missing friends and shit👾💜

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↳ landonorris: 🙂↕️

↳ alex_albon: wait. LANDO HAS A KEY!?????

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ln4updates: lando has a key to her apartment?🥲we know they’re dating like js announce it😁

user7: alr, my favorite people ever (real)

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You loved ballet more than anything, but the hours were ungodly. Waking up on a Monday morning at 5am to be at the studio by 7:30am was unforgivable.

But then, when you’re there till 11pm…it’s exhausting.

After those fifteen hours of practice, you needed about a week of sleep and four advil. Not to mention you were starving.

Your instructor said “lay off those bagels.” To which you nodded and then rolled your eyes once you were out of sight.

Your instructor was the best of the best, and you knew she meant well. She wanted the best for you, for you to be the best.

Sometimes, this was draining. In her eyes, the best was as thin as paper. Ballet was like this, and it was hard. But you had dealt with it for so long, that you started tuning them out years ago.

Fuck them. Its a sport. So, on your walk home, you grabbed a slice of pizza and a diet coke. You deserved it.

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landonorris: never letting you drive my car again

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↳ landonorris: (thank god because i hate being the passenger)

user3: name a more iconic couple? *crickets* yeah i thought so

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user6: me waiting for them to date 🙂

user9: mom and dad fr

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your texts with alex:

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After deciding that leaving Alex on read would be best for now, you walked into your favorite little italian restaurant that you ordered some pasta from after practice got over.

Should you be eating breadsticks, gnocchi, and a tiramisu for dinner? Eh, probably not, but you were tired and in need of some comfort food.

The whole situation with Lando felt like nothing and everything all at once. You knew he was single, and he knew you were as well. He also knew how upset you were about Ben quitting, but he didn’t pity you which was nice.

Family that had found out had been texting and calling you for weeks. Telling you how sorry they are, but you didn’t care that much. Truth be told, it was just inconvenient and inconsiderate.

If Lando knew one thing, it would how he knew how you functioned. At this point in knowing each other, Lando knew your schedule more than anyone else. He paid more attention. He never missed a planned hangout, a rehearsal, or dinner.

Stopping yourself, you walked up to the counter and grabbed your food, saying bye to the workers and started walking back home. What you didn't know was that Lando had happened to drive by and saw you walking.

Lando debated picking you up. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was stalking you. It really was pure coincidence that he saw you. After having a mental fight with himself, he turned his car around and slowed down by the sidewalk.

You, wearing leggings, a sweater, long socks and tennis shoes and your hair down. Eyes focused on your phone as you struggled to find a good song to play through your headphones. Your ballet bag hanging off your shoulder and takeout in the opposite hand.

Smiling, Lando rolled his window down. "Y/n!"

You furrowed your brows, looking up and seeing a familiar face.

"Lando? What are you- are you following me now?!" You asked, stopping to talk as he stopped his car.

"What? Wha- no! I was driving by and you were just there!" He defended himself, nervous about your reaction.

"Uh huh..."

"Do you want a ride home?" Lando asked, tilting his head a little.

"Are you going to kidnap me if I get in?"

"Y/n! No! Stop that, just-...do you want a ride, or no?" He asked, hoping for you to say yes.

"Um...." You looked at the ground, then the buildings, and finally met his eyes, "Okay, yeah, thanks."

You opened the back door and threw your bags in, placing the food on the ground. Then, you got in the front, taking your headphones off and buckling up.

"How was practice?" Lando asked, pulling onto the road again and heading to your apartment building.

"It was okay. Lots of criticizing." You sighed, toying with your sweater string.

"About?" Lando loved your love for ballet. But sometimes, he wished he could beat your instructor. Always bringing you down, for no reason. In his eyes, you were perfect. He was well aware that he liked you...more than friends.

“Form, diet, you know..all that shit.” You laughed, watching as Lando skillfully pulled into the parking garage of your apartment. “Thanks for driving me, Lando.” You smiled, getting out and grabbing your bags as Lando exited the car as well.

“Care if I come up?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket as you nodded and started walking, Lando quick on your trail.

‘Maybe he does like me…’ you thought as you both walked into your apartment and you started to split up the food you had ordered.

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its-avalon-08 · 4 months ago

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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p16

chapter 16: stolen glances, fleeting feelings

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avaspeaks - im sooo sorry i havent updated this series in so long. anyway here is pt16!

A few days had passed since the explosive (and tearful) encounter between Lewis and Nico. The air in Y/N's living room, once thick with tension, had been replaced by a hesitant civility. Though they still hadn't fully reconciled, a new respect flickered between them.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Y/N seemed to gravitate towards each other more and more. They'd find themselves engaged in long conversations, their laughter echoing through the Miami hotel. There were lingering touches, stolen glances, and a simmering awareness that hung heavy in the air.

During a particularly brisk evening after a practice session, Y/N emerged from the locker room, shivering slightly. Before she could reach for her jacket, Lewis, who had been observing her, was there. Wordlessly, he draped his sweater over her shoulders.

The gesture was simple, yet it sent a jolt through Y/N. She turned to him, a surprised smile lighting up her face. "Thanks, Lewis," she said, the warmth of the sweater spreading beyond just her body.

He shrugged, a hint of a blush creeping up his neck. "No problem. You looked cold."

Their eyes met for a beat longer than necessary, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Lewis cleared his throat and turned away, breaking the spell.

Just then, Max, Lando, Daniel, Carlos, and Charles emerged from the locker room, their chatter abruptly dying down upon seeing the exchange.

"What was that?" Max quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Just giving Y/N my sweater, she was cold."

"Uh-huh," Daniel chuckled, bumping elbows with Carlos. "Just good friends, right Lewis?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lewis glared at them, a flush creeping up his neck again. "What are you on about?"

Lando leaned in conspiratorially. "We all saw, mate. The lingering gaze, the sweater exchange… come on, spill the beans. What's going on between you two?"

Lewis opened his mouth to deny it, but Y/N's voice cut him off. "Guys, honestly," she said, a playful smile on her face, "it's nothing like that. We're just friends."

"Just friends," Charles echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Right. Because that's how friends usually look at each other."

He gestured between Lewis and Y/N, whose eyes were now firmly fixed on the floor. The playful banter continued, their friends showering them with good-natured teasing.

Though Lewis remained flustered, deep down, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Could there be something more? Could his friendship with Y/N blossom into something deeper?

The future remained uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, Lewis felt a sense of optimism. Perhaps, if he could overcome his past, he might just have a chance at a future with Y/N. Theirs was a story yet to be written, and the first chapter had just begun.

One evening, after a grueling qualifying session, Lewis found Y/N perched on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the cool water. The city lights shimmered across the surface, creating a mesmerizing reflection.

He walked over, a familiar sweater (the one he'd lent her the other day, miraculously returned) draped over his arm. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low.

Y/N looked up, a smile lighting up her face. "Sure, Lewis. Take a seat." She patted the empty space beside her.

Lewis sat down, the silence between them comfortable rather than awkward. They watched the water ripple for a while, the only sound the gentle chirping of crickets in the distance.

"You did a great job in qualifying," Lewis finally said, breaking the silence. "P2 again. That's impressive."

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks, Lewis. But you weren't so bad yourself, snagging pole position."

"Just lucky," he said, but a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

They talked about the upcoming race, dissecting strategies and making lighthearted predictions. As the conversation flowed, Y/N noticed a vulnerability in Lewis that she hadn't seen before. He spoke of his concerns about the car's performance, his doubts about his own abilities.

To her surprise, she found herself offering words of encouragement. "Lewis," she said, her voice soft, "you're one of the best drivers on the grid. Don't underestimate yourself."

He met her gaze, his eyes filled with a newfound warmth. "Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot coming from you."

Their conversation stretched late into the night, filled with laughter, confessions, and a growing sense of connection.

Another instance of their deepening bond came during a casual outing to a local art gallery. As they walked through the exhibits, Y/N found herself particularly drawn to a piece – a swirling canvas of vibrant colors that seemed to capture the very essence of movement.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, mesmerized by the artwork. "It reminds me of the way the car feels when I'm pushing it to the limit, the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of pure speed."

Lewis looked at the painting, then back at Y/N, a smile playing on his lips. "I see it too," he said, his voice surprisingly deep. "The freedom, the exhilaration… it's all there."

He stood closer to her, their shoulders brushing. For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by the intensity of their gazes, a silent question hanging in the air.

Then, Lewis surprised both of them by reaching out and tucking a loose strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. The simple gesture sent a jolt through her, a spark of electricity sizzling between them.

"You understand," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "I do."

The moment was interrupted by a loud group entering the gallery, shattering the spell. Yet, the connection between them remained, a silent promise hanging in the air.

These small moments, filled with unspoken emotions and lingering touches, were weaving their own narrative. The lines between friendship and something more were blurring with each passing day, and neither Y/N nor Lewis seemed to be in any hurry to define them. They were simply content to bask in the warmth of their newfound connection, a connection that promised something exciting and unknown.

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dreamingofmarauders · 4 months ago

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙭

James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader!

Summary: In which you grow close with the Marauders and you encounter someone who you never wanted to see again

Warnings: Mention of knife, torture, blood, crying, yelling, swearing

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It had been a few months since the night you had spilled all your secrets and cried in James' arms. Over the course of those few months, you had grown close with all the boys. Remus and you had always shared a bond, but now you just got the chance to spend more time together. Peter and you were not that close. He was rarely around and if he was there, he was super quiet, his eyes fretting about. Sirius and you had become friends. Sirius, after having witnessed you were truly an angel, who made cheeky remarks every now and then, had become close to you, and you two had been able to relate about your childhood experiences. Sirius was also very thankful to you that you had given Regulus the love he had never been able to. And then there was James.

He was so full of chatter and cheeky expressions that you found him utterly adorable. Your heart would begin to race and butterflies would erupt in your stomach when your hands brushed, or when James subconsciously wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You would feel your cheeks heat up whenever he winked at you or shot you a teasing smile.

However, you felt yourself done for whenever he called you 'love.'

Remus would send you a smirk whenever this happened to which you would scowl at him. He knew as much as you knew.

You were feeling something more than friends for James.

However, you tried to push it down but it was futile. You knew James had become a friend but he would never become anything more than that, after all you two weren't even friends a few months back. Besides, you were too broken and full of inner demons to be loved. You didn’t know how you would handle such affection from someone anyways.

However James viewed you as if you were the sun, as if you were the stars. James Potter felt you were just different and out of this world. Although the young Potter thought this was all because of the newfound friendship, the truth was far from that.

But the blindfold would be soon removed from James’ eyes as the war would bring another casualty.

Late one summer evening, Dumbledore had assigned Fabian and Gideon Prewett as the ones leading the latest mission.

The mission?

Protect the muggles from an upcoming attack in their neighborhood.

Which is why you, along with the majority of the Order, found yourselves scattered amongst a small and quiet Muggle neighbourhood during the dark of the night. The crescent moon was out, shining down as the countless stars glittered and dazzled. There was a light breeze that travelled through your hair as the comforting sounds of chirping crickets filled your ears. Along with the James’, your partner’s, calm humming, to what song, you had no clue.

You glanced at him and smiled, watching as the young Potter was in his own little world, as he hummed while a soft smile sat on his lips, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked in stride with you.

“You know, staring is rude, L/n.”

Your cheeks flushed at the sudden comment as James grinned teasingly, turning his head to look down at you. Lucky for you, it was dark enough that James couldn’t see your red cheeks.

“Sod off, Potter. You sound way too cocky, I think all those years with Sirius didn’t do you good.” You answered with a smirk.

James threw his head back and let out a deep chuckle.

“You’re a sneaky little thing, love.”

And there it was again.

Love.

You winked up at him with a grin. James opened his mouth to speak-

“Expelliarmus!”

Your wand immediately flew out of your hand, landing somewhere out of sight as James grabbed your hand, pulling you close to him as he whipped out his wand from the inner pocket of his jacket.

Two dark masked figures appeared in front of you. A hand latched into your forearm, violently pulling you and your hand lost its grip on James’. You let out a yelp at the sudden action and as James whipped around in alarm, you watched his eyes widened just a millisecond before something cold and thin pressed against your throat.

“Well, well, dearest Y/n, it has been a while hasn’t it?”

Your whole being filled with terror at the chilling but familiar voice.

“Let her go, you bastard!” James shouted, taking a step in your direction.

You hissed as the blade was pushed into your skin, and you felt a drop of blood begin to trickle down your throat.

James’ face immediately went pale and he froze.

“That’s it, Potter, stay still now shall we? And everything will be fine.”

The blade came off and you were harshly turned around only to find yourself staring into the cold and murderous eyes of your older brother, Alexander. You stared him down with deep hatred.

“You son of a bitch!”

“Tut, tut, now that is no way to greet your brother now is it?” He spoke in a calm but deadly voice, mocking you endlessly like always.

“You don’t deserve my manners.” You gritted out.

You whined as Alexander grabbed and yanked your hair. James let out a cry of protest.

“You’ve gotten some guts after running away, haven’t you filthy blood traitor?” He said, harshly grabbing your face. He thrust you down onto the ground.

“Let’s see if you still have the power to go through this- Crucio!”

You let out a blood curdling scream as your body felt on fire, as if knives and needles were cutting into your whole being. James let out a cry, watching you writhe on the ground in pain as Alexander looked down upon you with a wicked grin.

“STOP IT!”

Alexander looked up from you to James and waved his wand, making you go quiet as the spell lifted. You were left panting heavily on the ground as your body felt beyond tired and tears raced down your cheeks.

“Y/n…” James uttered hollowly, he quickly moved forth and bent down by your side, gently cupping your face so you could look at him.

“James?” You breathed out, feeling a bit disoriented.

“Aw, quite the love you both share now don’t you?” Your brother’s menacing voice rang out, “Why let one person have all the fun?”

You jolted up as you heard James drop by you, screaming at the top of his lungs. You tried to grab him but he was too lost within the pain to realize. You sharply turned to look at Alexander, who was already watching you with his sinister smile.

“Stop it!” You cried, tears racing down your cheeks, “Stop it, please!” You begged, looking back at James and shutting your eyes in pain from the sight. The screams stopped and you opened your eyes to see the unforgivable had been lifted. You repeated what James had done only mere minutes before with you.

“James.”

The young Potter slowly sat up, cupping your face as well, “Are you alright?” You nodded.

“And you?”

“I think so.”

A mocking laugh filled the air. “What a lovely little scene here!” He practically cackled, “Oh but we will need to end it,” And the Slytherin raised his wand again to cast a spell.

“No!” You shouted, watching as your brother’s eyes widened on you, almost as if he knew. “Leave James alone. You want me, you can do whatever you want to me, but please for the love of Merlin, leave James alone.”

Alexander gazed back at you with what seemed to be a triumphant expression, as his plan was working exactly as he wanted.

“Y/n-“

“As you wish. You two,” Alexander barked at the other two death eaters, “Grab Potter, make sure he can’t play any tricks.”

Before James could react, the remaining two hooded figures grabbed James harshly, pulling him away from you. James began to thrash around and resist.

You were pushed back onto the pavement hard, as your brother kneeled beside you, brandishing his knife.

“This should be fun.”

He put the blade to your forearm and began to slice the layers of skin, earning cries of pain from you as he held you down with his other hand.

“Y/N!” James shouted out in anguish. He began to thrash around harder to set himself free, however the grip of the two death eaters on him was quite tight. James sobbed as he watched that cruel and vile person pierce into your beautiful skin. James sobbed harder at your cries of pain.

Alexander tortured you slowly and deliberately, relishing in your screams and cries.

“Now do you regret having turned against us?” The older Slytherin barked at you.

You sobbed, watching him through watery eyes.

“No.”

His victorious smile vanished as his face hardened. He swiftly stood up and shouted, “Crucio!”

You let out a blood curdling scream once again, as wave upon wave of unbearable pain hit you, over and over again.

Suddenly the spell was lifted as you cried curled in on yourself. You were too lost within your mind and pain to have realized that Remus and Sirius had managed to make their way to your and James’ part of the neighborhood, followed by the Prewett twins. They all worked together and overpowered Alexander and his allies, while James immediately rushed over to you.

James felt his heart shatter over and over again at the sound of your every scream, of every pained breath, of every anguished cry.

James’ hands shook as he grabbed you, pulling your injured body to him, hugging your head to his chest.

“I’m here, Y/n/n, I’m here.” He spoke as he tried to gather you up in his arms to take you back for treatment.

You spoke very quietly, your eyelids barely open as you tried to look at him.

“It hurts so bad, James.”

James swallowed the sob wanting to escape. He had to be strong for you.

“I know, love, but I promise you it will get better once I get you to the medical team, yeah?”

You didn’t respond, too wrapped inside yourself to give an answer back but James began to really panic as he apparated back to Headquarters. He was met with the medical team, which was led by Lily. Her eyes widened upon seeing your bloody and unconscious body in James’ arms, getting a strong sense of deja vu.

“Lay her in her room.” Lily immediately ordered and followed James, waving her wand which levitated the supplies she needed, which whizzed behind her.

James gently laid you on your own bed, watching with a dry mouth as every breath you took pained your body. Oh how could he let this happen to someone as sweet and loving as you? What if something happens to you, what would he do?

James kneeled by your bedside, holding your limp hand between his two, leaning his forehead on the clasped hands.

“Please be alright, love.” James cried, “I can’t lose you.”

And suddenly, the thought of losing you for good scared him so bad that he came to a new conclusion entirely, shocking him wholly.

Oh Merlin, James Potter was in love.

James Potter was in love with Y/n L/n.

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A/N: So that was the latest update! I hope everyone liked it, Jamie's finally realized it, YAY! The next part will be out soon! Take care! <33

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tea-anon33 · 1 month ago

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Hello! Welcome to my blog! This blog is an Alt to my other account @tea-anon64 , and it’s where I will share news, updates, and sneak peeks for an upcoming project! What’s the project you may ask?

Anonverse the Animated Series!

So stayed tuned!

Script Progress for Pilot Episode: Complete

Script Progress for Episode One: 2%

Voice Actors:

Arson Lurking Cricket Sky Multiverse Tea Silver

Promise (VA by Cheesafu)

Host

Chaos

Lost

Voice Actors Still Needed:

Tortoise

Animators:

Cheesafu

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#Anonverse #animated series #Tea anon #Lurking anon #Cricket anon #Sky anon #Multiverse anon #Silver anon #Host anon #Arson anon #Promise anon #Lost anon #Tortoise anon #Anonverse Animated Series

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 5 months ago

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Wakamiya, Yukiya and the lady ravens

So far, I’d like to commend the series composition writer Yukiko Yamamuro for reinterpreting Chisato Abe’s novel and patching up the first two volumes of the book series (and the others maybe) into one cohesive narrative while altering some things to make it more comprehensible.

If you haven’t seen the 12th episode, beware of spoilers from here on:

Yukiya

In the manga, he only showed up when Wakamiya asked him to assist him on how to demonstrate the utility of the Ue, their raven suit, concerning Samomo’s death. (Of course, it is given that he might just be in the background the whole time.) While in the anime, he’s become the stand-in for Hamayu. The writer altered the dialogue and scenes to fit to Yukiya, a sort of Jiminy Cricket to Wakamiya. His assistant through and through.

The barriers

Instead of setting up a screen between the Prince and the princesses, Anime*Wakamiya has once again broken the protocol that he can see them and talk to them without the bamboo curtains. (He is allowed to break the rules, but the candidates cannot.)

Shiratama

Honestly, this is the most heartwarming scene in the 12th episode. It is not a big smile, but Wakamiya has done so, perhaps relieved, seeing that Shiratama has finally listened to her heart, while Yukiya is beaming watching his cousin reunited with her lover Kazumi. The bluffing has worked, even though Yukiya thinks it is an overkill while Wakamiya insists they haven’t done the deed yet. Anyway, he has done the scrutiny with so much care and respect. He was not as brutal as in the manga where calling her out was actually a push for her to think of her own mind.

He is exercising his right to be a just ruler here, which he at first was not so sure of how would it turn out.

Yukiya: What are you trying to get out of this choice?

Wakamiya: I wonder. Heaven knows how this will go.

But in the end, he’s begun to weigh both sides, give advices, tell it what it is, and encourage Shiratama and Masuho no Susuki to see what are their other opportunities other than marrying him.

It is true that he also doesn’t have a good opinion on Sakura Blossom Palace due to what transpired and/or is transpiring there. For him it stands for prison, of human follies, a snake pit, of the way humans drag each other down to the point of wishing the other harm, powerful men using young women as mere tools to advance power and influence. He knows it because his own mother had been one.

From the novel:

The wind was fluttering the young master's black hair. His face was white in the moonlight. A handsome, unpleasant person. But affectionate. Yukiya looked at the prince for a long time and spoke cautiously a little later.

“I know that my words will sound cowardly now. But Shiratama from the North House is my cousin... When I found out that Your Highness cares about the hearts of the daughters of the four houses, I felt lighter in my heart. After all, you don't consider them as tools in the political struggle.”

He's wilful, no doubt. Sharp, often misunderstood. But being with him turned out to be not bad at all.

(Note: this isn’t an official EN translation)

Masuho no Susuki

Because they changed so much from the manga, I guess we have to wait what will happen in the upcoming episodes concerning Masuho no Susuki.

(In the novel, she wrote to Wakamiya to personally come to the Sakura Blossom Palace, asked Sumio to find Hamayū and when he did Masuho kept her in her entourage secretly.)

The way Wakamiya asks the candidates if they can foresee a future with him as his empress is devoid of romanticism. He doesn’t mince words nor let them expect heaven when it is not.

One gets the impression that he really doesn’t want to get married. It is just a stupid rule that he must have a consort when he ascends the throne.

Did I say that I love Masuho’s hairstyle? Yes, I do!

Asebi

It is amusing to read the shocked comments from the Team Asebi fans. (Sorry!) The Girl has fooled many with her demure and innocent, yet naive, face.

From Asebi’s VA, Rina Honnizumi:

Asebi is very lovely, and it makes you think, “This kind of child is called a princess,” and has a charm that makes you want to protect her. But when I auditioned, I read the original work and said, “I see, this kind of girl!” The way she looks is quite different at the beginning and at the end.

Many people still don’t want to believe that she is not what everyone thinks she is. Behind this face is a wily young woman ready to crush everyone who is on her way. And we all thought it was Shiratama.

On the other hand, her half sister, Futaba, has entered the list of characters officially. Poor girl, who suffered in the hands of her own sister.

The way Asebi answers Wakamiya, “no matter what the cost,” her cunningness, and her clear discrimination between the court ravens and hill ravens, you cannot simply excuse her ignorance. Neither Wakamiya. He hates her from the bottom of his heart. We will find out more next week the reasons he does. And it seems that it is ominous as the sound director posted on X that they “deliberately left out the music for the preview of the next episode.”

Hamayu

I am curious how will they reintroduce her to the story. Are they preparing for her mini-arc? Will they follow the novel/manga but with a different twist?

The fluttering cherry blossoms

They symbolise two different things and always in tune with the music. They can be flying softly, dancing around the characters (a positive realisation) or hitting them harshly when the wind blows (signals danger, distress).

What a nice touch.

#yatagarasu #yatagarasu series #the raven does not choose its master #wakamiya #yukiya #shiratama #masuho no susuki #asebi #kazumi #episode 12: choosing a consort #chisato abe #pierrot #long post #wall of text #karasu wa aruji wo erabanai

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qiwoomi · 2 years ago

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iii. care for you (snippet)

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The sun is yet to rise, the pitch black sky and the sounds of crickets accompanying the darkness at dawn.

Just like how Alhaitham clocked out at 5PM sharp, the Chief Operating Officer of his father's corporation— and soon to be the successor of said company clocked into the building as early as 5AM.

It is unusual for the most prominent worker of the company to clock in this early. Though Alhaitham is known to be disciplined and productive— which is some of the criteria that makes his colleagues look up to him, to the point where there's even a discussion amongst them that agrees a man with such qualities is the most eligible to carry his family's inheritance.

However, behind the identity that is portrayed by outsiders Alhaitham is not even as near as what they think. They only see a glimpse of his character and words about his attitude spread like wildfire.

One thing that they didn't know is that, he only sees his work as a responsibility. Just like everyone else, he can be lazy too. He stands by his own belief that he only do a certain thing if he can benefit from it.

Even the security was shocked— it's as if sleep had completely washed out of his body before permitting his car to be parked in the parking lot.

Alhaitham didn't even have any official business to be this early, he just feels like it.

As he got off the elevator, the man spends a few minutes turning on the main switch as the once gloomy office brightens up.

He then starts working on his slide that is to be presented for the upcoming meeting. In the midst of all of it, he's mentally planning his schedule for the day. As he hums to a few songs— indicating that the temporary silence gave him the relaxation that he needs and craves for. Which is rare to get by.

He glanced at the analog clock, there's only approximately 15 minutes before the time strikes 6. Which is the expected time where most salaryman and salarywoman should begin their workloads for the day.

The slide is finally done, as he's leaning back against his office chair with a sigh of relief.

Alhaitham reached for his phone, texting Kaveh for the thousandth time to buy him his usual morning coffee. A notification then popped up, which reads 'It's Proven: Food is The Way to A Woman's Heart' as the man spent about 20 minutes researching the topic.

He's already jotting down notes on foods that might be to your liking— reminding himself to buy the main ingredients later. He didn't even realise the intruder that is his blonde friend, irritation printed on his face to find him so concentrated.

Alhaitham looks so focused that even his friend think he was just doing his work but really, it's just him considering and studying the recipes recommended on some YouTube video as his brows scrunched. Questioning himself if he's even as skilled to cook most of the dishes...

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author's note: my hc is that this man would probably unironically watch these type of videos or read those articles when he's still early in a relationship and didn't know what to do 😔 <3 a little filler before :DD yk

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#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff #genshin angst #genshin fluff #alhaitham angst

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rebeccalouisaferguson · 4 months ago

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Katie Jones for Variety

For Rebecca Ferguson, star and executive producer of the Apple TV+ series “Silo,” the layered mysteries hiding beneath the surface of the sci-fi drama remind her of the sometimes perplexing rules of England’s national sport, cricket.

“Every time you think you’ve solved something, whether it’s an emotional mystery or a connection or a bond, there is another hinder and another hinder,” Ferguson said. “And that’s what is so great about these stories, it just doesn’t end. And when you think you got the story, it’s like cricket, you just haven’t. It just evaporates. Did that make sense? Like cricket, like the game, it makes no sense.”

Ferguson sat down with her co-stars Steve Zahn and Common, as well as showrunner and executive producer Graham Yost and executive producer and author of the “Silo” book series Hugh Howey in the Variety Studio, presented by Google TV, at 2024 San Diego Comic-Con to discuss the upcoming second season of “Silo.”

“Silo” takes place in a dark post-apocalyptic future of Earth, where humans are forced to live in massive underground bunkers known as silos to protect themselves from the toxic refuse that contaminates the surface world.

For Zahn, a newcomer to the show, the process of joining “Silo” was a “very unique job.” Although he had to catch up on the expansively complex world set up by showrunner Yost in Season 1, he only interacts with one character in Season 2, Ferguson’s Juliette Nichols, due to the solitary nature of his character.

“It’s a huge world, there’s a lot of people involved, there’s a lot moving in and out with characters and this and that,” Zahn said. “But my character has been living alone for decades, and so I act with really one person here.”

“He’s weird,” Ferguson interjected about Zahn’s character. “He’s scary and weird.”

Season 2 also brings a rebellion within the confines of Silo 18, a rebellion that the head of security Robert Sims, played by Common, will have to deal with. Although the role was difficult for him, Common welcomed the challenge and was excited to explore all the repressed questions and insecurities within the head of Sims.

“Sims is experiencing a lot of things that may not even come out all the way yet in Season 2, but there are definitely some questions, at least in the way I approached this season dealing with the rebellion,” Common said. “It’s something being a part of the government [in ‘Silo’] for me as a person. Like, being a part of the people who established society and perpetuating the lies, or maybe some of it is the truth. It’s funny for me to play this character, but I love it.”

#interview #silo interview #silo #silo apple tv #rebecca ferguson #steve zahn #common

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cartograffiti · 14 days ago

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An entry for #WinASignedSetofTheQueensThief2024! This is a story about falling in love with a book cover, and why baby teen me would have told you to read these books, too.

The year was 2009. I was 13. The wonderful children’s magazine Cricket recommended an adventure book called The Thief. I was very intrigued, but when I found it on the shelf it looked like this.

This was the first cover for the first book in what later came to be known as the Queen’s Thief series, and there are things I like about it! But I am not here to gush about it, because one of the nicknames this cover has in the fandom is “the Jesus cover.” It isn’t Jesus, it’s the fictional goddess Hephestia, but some of us didn’t know that right away.

Me. I didn’t know that.

I went hm! Is the thief Barabbas from the story of Jesus’s crucifixion!? What a downer!!! And I put it back.

And then a few months later, I was browsing a list of upcoming books and saw the most perfect cover I had ever seen...

I would love for my 13 year old self to tell you everything about this, the Vince Natale cover for A Conspiracy of Kings, that had me in an ecstatic chokehold. Instead, I have made the fancam moodboard I think would have fulfilled my dreams.

My reaction went a little like this.

I was drawn to the warm colors, but of greater importance was...

Pretty horse! This was like putting cheese in a mouse trap for catching child me.

Pretty hair! I was in the middle of a phase in which whenever I couldn't picture the protagonist of a book yet, I was just inserting Orlando Bloom as Legolas. I remember zooming in on this cover to look for elf ears and deciding they were inessential.

Especially because I was so intrigued by all the details I could see. I so instantly wanted to know about his lion ring, why he was shackled, and the beautiful fraying embroidery. The ornate flourishes on the title suggested to me that this might be fantasy and not historical fiction, and I was sold.

Of course, then I discovered it wouldn't be out for something like 9 months yet and was the fourth in a series...and you'll never guess what the first book is!

Later I would learn that the cover I first saw was probably a bearded version that was replaced by a smoother Sophos face before publication. I hugely approved because I had gone on to watch A Knight's Tale on the strength of "that guy looks like how I picture Sophos" and fallen in love with Heath Ledger (my thanks to Abigail in The Geninsula for the image edit used here), and so by the time a copy was in my hands, I loved the final cover even more.

But first I sighed and put a hold on The Thief, and, well. Here I gesture grandly at approximately 15 rereads and the 900-person fan club I run on Discord. You might say I liked it a little bit. :)

So, from my 13 year old self to all of yours: not only was TT and its sequels everything I hoped for, this is just one of my beautiful blorbos who has done so many crimes in Queen's Thief. You should read it so you can make a moodboard about your favorite, too.

#Queen's Thief #QT #WinASignedSetofTheQueensThief2024

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lululeighsworld · 7 months ago

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fyi if you see or hear @thislittlekumquat and i chortling incoherently about kuroshit in the coming weeks please know that it's related to our incredibly indulgent queer self insert au that ropes in just about all our fave characters from this series in some way, shape, or form

this graphic would be absolutely CHAOTIC if we tried to include everyone involved (and would probably need to be broken up into multiple diagrams to TRULY capture the scale we're talking about) so here are the main players, as they're related to the upcoming arcs. in truth a lot of our au takes place after the events of the main story but victoria and leigh meet for the first time at the upcoming cricket match as they're cheering on their respective family members!! so this arc is like the start of it all B) fics that feature this au reaping what you sow and the wolf might know best by thislittlekumquat as queer as i find myself by lululeighsworld also special version of the graphic that includes the most spoiled character in this entire au :P

#thislittlekumquat #gremlin register #asking that this politely not show up in the main tags #queer kuro au #ya'll thought fe made me crazy wait until you meet critical brain obsession since high school #vibrating at a frequency that will shatter glass over how excited i am for the new season #IT'S GONNA BE SO GOOD

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latestsports · 2 years ago

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Selfless Yashasvi Jaiswal had this on his mind after smashing the fastest half-century in the history of the IPL

On Thursday, young player Yashasvi Jaiswal of Rajasthan Royals said that boosting the net run rate of Rajasthan Royals was the only thing on his mind on his way to his unbeaten 98 runs in 47 balls in the IPL match against Kolkata Night Riders. Jaiswal, along with the captain of the Rajasthan Royals, Sanju Samson, gave a brilliant performance with the bat to help RR chase down their target of 150 runs in 13.1 overs and with nine wickets to spare at the Eden Gardens. Read More...

#indian premier league live news #latest ipl news #ipl live score #cricket update #upcoming cricket series #rajasthan royals

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nellie-elizabeth · 1 month ago

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Book Tracking Check-In 10.4.24

TOTAL "Official" TBR: 100 (95 + 3 not on GR + 2 currently reading)

GOAL 1 BOOKS: OWNED & NOT READ (16 as of 10.4.24, 1 is preordered)

Dawnshard - Brandon Sanderson

The Sunlit Man - Brandon Sanderson

Nona the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir

Mammoths at the Gates - Nghi Vo

The Brides of High Hill - Nghi Vo

The Mars House - Natasha Pulley

10 Things That Never Happened - Alexis Hall

Tender Is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Go Tell It On the Mountain - James Baldwin

Love and Freindship (sic) - Jane Austen

The Unconsoled - Kazuo Ishiguro

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead - Tom Stoppard

The Real Inspector Hound & Other Plays - Tom Stoppard

Morning Star - Pierce Brown

My Brilliant Friend - Elena Ferrante

[What Doesn’t Break (Bells Hells)] - preordered

GOAL 2 BOOKS: BOOK CLUBS! (1 as of 10.4.24)

The Spear Cuts Through Water

GOAL 3 BOOKS: RE-READ OLD BOOKS (23 as of 10.4.24)

Peter and the Starcatchers

Peter and the Shadow Thieves

Peter and the Secret of Rundoon

In Cold Blood

The Wish List

Walk Two Moons

The BFG

Adam Bede

The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down

The Princess Bride

Olive’s Ocean

The Valley of Secrets

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

Gathering Blue

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Mama Day - Gloria Naylor

The Accursed - Joyce Carol Oates

Ivanhoe - Walter Scott

The Cricket in Times Square

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Slaughterhouse-Five

Charlotte’s Web

The People in the Trees

GOAL 4 BOOKS: CONTINUING SERIES/AUTHORS (Not currently owned/acquired) [60]

Discworld [11]

The Locked Tomb [1] *1 upcoming

Red Rising [4] *1 upcoming

Neapolitan [3]

Cosmere [3]

Critical Role [4]

After Cilmeri [5]

Priory of Orange Tree [2]

Hands of Emperor [2]

Dickens [1]

GO Graphic Novel [1]

Skyward [4]

Sanderson Other [1]

Saint of Steel [2]

Dan Jones History [2]

Random Library Books [3] *Bright Sword, Housekeeping, Penance*

Kate Alice Marshall [1]

Gods of Blood and Powder [3]

Lavender House [3]

Emily Tesh [1]

Philippa Gregory [3]

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My Reading Stats in 2024 So Far: 70 TOTAL

GOAL 1 BOOKS: OWNED & NOT READ [27]

Promise of Blood

The Mighty Nein Origins - Fjord Stone

Words of Radiance

The Last Hero

Harrow the Ninth

The Narrow

A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Writings

Edgedancer

Red Rising

The Crimson Campaign

Lord Byron’s Novel: The Evening Land

Mistborn: Secret History

Night Watch

Arcanum Unbounded

Golden Son

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month

The Mighty Nein Origins - Beauregard Lionett

Into the Riverlands

The Autumn Republic

Apostles of Mercy

The Mighty Nein Origins - Caduceus Clay

No One Can Know

The Dispossessed

The Wee Free Men

The Adventure Zone: The Suffering Game

Oathbringer

GOAL 2 BOOKS: BOOK CLUBS! [16]

The Robber Bride

The Glass Hotel

Wylding Hall

The Unsettled

Babel-17

When We Were Orphans

Trust

The Riddle-Master of Hed

The Emperor and the Endless Palace

Prep

Parasol Against the Axe

A Psalm for the Wild-Built

Greta & Valdin

Anatomy: A Love Story

The One

Tom Lake

GOAL 3 BOOKS: RE-READ OLD BOOKS [18]

The Magicians Nephew

The Hobbit

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Cages

The Horse and His Boy

Prince Caspian

Crime and Punishment

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

The Blithedale Romance

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

The Silver Chair

The Last Battle

The Left Hand of Darkness

The School Story

Our Only May Amelia

The Host

Bud, Not Buddy

The Girl Who Played With Fire

GOAL 4 BOOKS: CONTINUING SERIES/AUTHORS [9] (Most included in Goal 1)

The Rise of Kyoshi

The Shadow of Kyoshi

Dark One

Dark One: Forgotten

Ninefox Gambit

Paladin's Grace

Skyward

Immortality: A Love Story

Paladin's Strength

#my posts #book tracker #dani's reading goals

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todaynewspakistan0 · 2 months ago

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Afghanistan Cricket Board’s Bold Move to Host ACC Events

🚨 Big news in cricket! The Afghanistan Cricket Board (ACB) is setting the stage to host future Asian Cricket Council (ACC) events. Announced at the recent ACC meeting in Kuala Lumpur, this move signifies Afghanistan’s rising influence and strategic ambitions in cricket.

Key discussions included the integration of cricket into the 2026 Asian Games and planning for upcoming ACC tournaments. The ACB’s role in expanding cricket’s reach, coupled with the anticipated Bangladesh-Afghanistan series, highlights a promising future for the sport in the region.

For more details on Afghanistan’s cricketing journey and the latest updates, visit todaynewspakistan.com.

#AfghanistanCricket #AsianCricketCouncil #CricketEvents #ACB #BangladeshCricket #CricketExpansion #SportsNews #TodayNewsPakistan

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sunflowerabyss · 10 months ago

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The Phoenix Rises: Chapter 3

Pairing: Older!Remus Lupin x Professor!Fem!Reader

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Plot Summary: Starting your third year at Hogwarts as the Charms professor proves to be difficult without having Remus by your side as you face new and irritating challenges at work, as well as joining a secret society.

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The staff room at Hogwarts was a haven of tranquility on a Saturday afternoon, the air filled with the soothing aroma of freshly brewed tea. You and Professor McGonagall found respite in the comfortable chairs, a welcome break after days of relentless preparation for the upcoming school year.

The two of you engaged in a relaxed conversation, catching up on each other's lives. It felt comforting to share stories and laughter with a friend amidst the bustling chaos of the magical school. As you sipped your tea, you couldn't help but glance out the window, noticing a short lady in pink following Dumbledore around like a shadow.

Curiosity piqued, you turned to Professor McGonagall and asked, "Minerva, who's that short lady in pink? She seems to be trailing Dumbledore everywhere."

Minerva rolled her eyes with a knowing expression. "That, my dear, is Dolores Umbridge. She works in the Ministry and has been appointed to monitor Hogwarts, reporting directly to Cornelius Fudge."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Monitor Hogwarts? What for?"

Minerva sighed, her tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "Fudge believes there's a need for tighter control over the school. Dolores is here to ensure everything is in order and to report back to him. Tread lightly around her; she's a very biased and tricky woman."

Taking a cautious sip of tea, you couldn't help but ask, "Why is she so biased and tricky?"

Minerva leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She has a rather unfavorable reputation for her discriminatory views. Be mindful of what you say and do. She's already asked to interview all of the staff after the welcoming feast."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Interview us? For what?"

Minerva's lips tightened into a thin line. "To assess our suitability, I suppose. Just play the part and answer her questions as diplomatically as possible. Dolores isn't someone to be underestimated."

You nodded, absorbing the cautionary advice. "Noted. Any specific tips on dealing with her?"

Minerva leaned back, a twinkle in her eyes. "Just keep your responses neutral and avoid any confrontations. Oh, and she doesn't take well to anyone associated with werewolves."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Why's that?"

Minerva sighed, "Well, she's not the most open-minded person, and she holds some rather outdated beliefs. Apparently, she's not a fan of your association with Remus. Calls him a 'dangerous creature.' Terrible woman, that Umbridge. Has too many bloody cats."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Minerva's colorful description of Dolores Umbridge. "Too many cats, huh? I'll keep that in mind."

The laughter subsided, and Minerva's expression softened as she shifted the conversation. "Now, my dear, tell me about Remus. How's he doing?"

A shy smile played on your lips as you shared, "He's doing well, Minerva. Though, I haven't heard from him in a while. I miss him."

Minerva's eyes softened in understanding. "Long-distance can be challenging, but I'm sure he's thinking of you just as much. You two make quite the pair." You thank her softly, finishing the last bit of your tea. Minerva takes out her pocket watch, gasping slightly.

"Jiminy Cricket! Is that the time? I'm afraid I must leave you here, dear," she states, cleaning her mess up rapidly.

After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, you made your way back to your room, contemplating the looming encounter with Dolores Umbridge. The hallways echoed with the quiet murmur of distant conversations, creating an eerie ambiance as you navigated through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts.

As you turned a corner, you found yourself face-to-face with Dolores, too soon for your liking. Her distinct pink ensemble seemed to cast an unnatural glow in the subdued lighting, and her sharp gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. Suppressing a sigh, you plastered on a polite smile.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," you greeted, your tone carefully neutral.

Dolores regarded you with a scrutinizing look, her thin lips forming a disapproving line. "Ah, the Charms professor. I've been meaning to speak with you."

"Of course, Professor Umbridge. How may I assist you?" you replied, maintaining an air of innocence.

Her eyes narrowed as she began to scrutinize you more closely. Dolores pursed her lips, choosing her words with a subtle venom. "Yes, well, I've heard interesting things about your… connections. Particularly a certain individual with a, shall we say, peculiar condition."

You remained composed, refusing to show any sign of unease. "Connections, Professor? I'm not sure what you're referring to."

A sly smile crept onto her face. "Oh, don't play coy. Associating with those who carry certain… burdens can be quite damaging, both personally and professionally. Wouldn't you agree?"

Your smile remained unwavering as you replied, "Professor Umbridge, I believe in judging individuals based on their character and actions. Labels and assumptions often lead to misunderstandings."

Her gaze bore into you with an unspoken challenge. "Well, my dear, you may find that your choices have consequences. Especially when it comes to mingling with those who are, let's say, less than reputable."

You tilted your head, maintaining your poised demeanor. "Thank you for your concern, Professor Umbridge. However, I'm confident in my choices and their integrity. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have preparations for the school year to attend to." With that, you gracefully stepped past Dolores Umbridge, leaving her with a forced smile and a subtle sense of frustration.

Before you could get too far, she called after you. You stop, slowly turning around. "Yes?" you asked.

"I trust you've been made aware that I'll be conducting interviews with the staff after the welcoming feast tomorrow. It's a routine procedure to ensure everything is in order," Dolores said, an underlying edge to her tone.

You nodded, keeping your response succinct. "Understood."

Dolores Umbridge's eyes lingered on you for a moment, as if searching for something more. "Good. It's imperative that everyone cooperates fully. We wouldn't want any… complications, would we?"

Maintaining your composure, you gave a tight nod. "Of course, Professor Umbridge. I'll be prepared for the interview." Quickly rounding the corner, you felt a scowl replace the fake smile on your face. "Bitch," you muttered, stepping into your room.

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Remus and Tonks apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place, their mission for Dumbledore successfully completed. The two had been tasked with scoping out suspicious Death Eater activity and gathering any possible intel. The air was tense as they entered the dark and dusty old house, still haunted by the memories of the past.

Tonks, her hair morphing into a vibrant shade of turquoise, yawned and stretched as she plopped down on a worn, black couch. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" she said with a grin, giving Remus a playful nudge. Remus, ever the serious one, merely nodded in agreement, still processing the information they had gathered.

Remus wearily dropped his bag on the table, running a hand through his tousled hair. Tonks, with her characteristic energy, turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I must say, I do enjoy the thrill of a dangerous mission," she said with a playful smirk, her hair changing colors as she spoke.

Remus managed a tired smile, "Yes, well, it was necessary. Hopefully, we've gathered enough information for Dumbledore."

Tonks leaned in closer, her voice lowering suggestively. "Maybe we could celebrate our successful mission later, just the two of us."

Remus, completely engrossed in sorting through the collected documents, didn't catch the underlying tone. "Hmm? Oh, yes, perhaps. But I need to get this report to Dumbledore first."

Tonks sighed dramatically. "Always the responsible one, Lupin."

"Well, well, look who's back from their exciting adventure. Meanwhile, I've been stuck here with nothing but the portrait of my dear mother for company," Sirius quipped as he made his way to Remus and Tonks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius's dramatics. "Sirius, you know the risks. We can't have you out there in public."

Tonks, ever the lively presence, chimed in. "Oh, come on, Sirius. You've got Kreacher for company too. That's something, right?"

Sirius shot her a mock glare. "Kreacher is not exactly my idea of stimulating conversation."

Remus smirked. "Maybe you could stimulate yourself by organizing your sock drawer. I hear it's a thrilling activity."

"Bugger off, Moony."

Remus and Tonks snickered at a scowling Sirius before Tonks announced her departure. "Well, duty calls, boys, I'll see you later," she said, her eyes lingering on Remus hunched over some parchment.

As Tonks left for her meeting, Remus leaned back into his chair with a sigh. Sirius, who had been observing the entire interaction from the shadows, couldn't help but chuckle. "Mate, you do realize Tonks is practically throwing herself at you, right?"

Remus looked up, eyebrows raised in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Remus, she's flirting with you. Big time."

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "Nonsense. She's just being herself."

Sirius leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, someone needs to tell that oblivious bloke that our dear Nymphadora is head over heels for him."

Remus rolled his eyes and sighed, turning his attention to the parchment and quill before him. "You know I'm only interested in one woman, right?"

Sirius grinned, mischief still lingering in his eyes. "You said she wrote to you, didn't she? How is she?"

Remus nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, she did. She said she's been busy preparing for the school year."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "And have you asked her to join the Order?"

Remus shook his head. "No, not yet. I want to ask her in person when I see her next weekend. Seems like a conversation best had face to face."

Sirius nodded, a touch of warmth in his eyes. "Smart move, Moony. She deserves a face-to-face conversation for something like that."

Remus sighed for what seemed like to be the millionth time that night. "I really don't want her to join the Order, Sirius. But I feel terrible for keeping it from her for so long. She will be upset that I didn't tell her sooner."

I'm sure she'll understand."

"I know she will. She's the most understanding, wonderful woman I have ever known."

Sirius chuckled, slapping Remus on the back. "You've got it bad for her, Moony. But honestly, there's no one more perfect for you than Y/N."

Remus smiled gratefully at his friend. "I know, Sirius. I just hope she feels the same way."

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #older!remus lupin #older!remus lupin x reader #order of the phoenix

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