#vesuvia’s 600 followers road trip

[ladyvesuvia]

HELLO CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE !!🛣🛣🛣 with anything sixth yr quidditch captain harry PLEASE im dying of the lack of it

Harry getting you to try-out for Chaser

——

PAIRING: Harry Potter x GN!Gryffindor!Reader

WORDS: 0.7k (740)

WARNING(S): not proofread. || SECOND PERSON

i’m so sorry this took long i felt too uninspired agkjsdjek HOPE U LIKE IT MY BBY this was also longer than i had in mind but I hope u like it :*

“If there’s anyone else here not from Gryffindor,” roared Harry, his face contorted in annoyance, “leave now, please!”

As soon as Harry got everyone lined up in the respective positions — which took drastically long — they were trying out for, he called out the column of aspiring Chasers, an assortment of brooms held by an assortment of hands.

A while after almost the majority of the line of Chasers had tried, Harry approved of Katie Bell and Ginny Weasley already but so far none of those who followed did even an ample job. He put the two in charge to take note of it while hovering over the other students taking their time practicing: younger Gryffindors stood at the hard ground of the Quidditch Pitch, checking their brooms; second years trying to make laps around the vast entirety that is the Pitch; and a lot more.

Harry was hovering near the stands, close enough for you to call out to him. “Harry!” you half-whispered and half-hissed, not wishing to go any louder as to not turn anyone’s attention to you. “Psst, Harry!”

To your relief, he turned to you. “Yeah?” he said before realizing who he was talking to, looking at you and Hermione respectively. “Oh, [Y/N], Hermione, didn’t see you there.”

“We don’t know what’s going on from here, so how’re the try-outs going?” you asked. Hermione seemed to be preoccupied with looking through the Pitch.

“Brilliant,” he says with too much enthusiasm, leading you to the conclusion that it was in fact anything but. “Got Katie and Ginny as my Chasers.”

“That’s good!” you exclaimed. “They’re great, aren’t they?” Harry nodded at this in agreement. “So it’s good now?

“Actually, doesn’t the team require three Chasers?” said Hermione, snapping out of her daze.

“Oh, yeah! Don’t you need one more?”

Harry wanted to point something out about Hermione suddenly having something not bad about Quidditch but refrained from doing so. “Er — yeah, that’s a problem because” — Harry leaned in, his broom inching closer to the stands as to avoid being heard (at this point Romilda Vane was glaring at you and Hermione, possibly murder in her mind. The other girls were just giggling while someone mirrored Romilda’s face) — “none of those who came in between them and followed next did and do well. I want to, you know, make a good impression as my first time as Quidditch Captain and it’s just not looking good.”

You nodded, acknowledging his sentiments. “What about Demelza Robins?”

“What about her?”

“She seemed alright from where we were sitting, right, Mione?” She didn’t respond. You scanned the large space of the Pitch in an attempt to spot her only to just end up looking back at Harry. “She was good at dodging Bludgers. Wait, Bludgers, right?”

“Oh, right, her. I don’t know, I guess I just thought maybe you’d want to try out.”

“Please, me?” you scoffed. “I don’t even know the proper terms of the balls. I used to call the Quaffle as ‘the ball that sounds like Waffles’ whenever we went to anything Quidditch-related but even now that I know what it’s really called, I still confuse the Quaffle and the Bludger for each other!”

Harry raised a brow at your denial and so did Hermione. “We could make that work.”

Sighing, you giddily stood up. “On second thought, fine, I’m trying out, I’ll just run back to get my Shooting Star real quick.”

“Thought so,” said Harry as he watched you pick up your jacket. “You sure? Don’t want me to Accio it over here to save you some time?”

“No thank you, Mr. Big Shot, I’ll consider it as a warm-up,” you replied, jogging away only to turn back around to him, worried. “Wait, don’t you think they’ll hate me if you let me in late?”

“Probably, but I like you,” said Harry.

Hermione looked up, eyes wide, almost as wide as yours. “What?” both of you exclaimed.

“As a Chaser, I mean, yeah, as a Chaser.” Harry cleared his throat. “Now scoot.”

“Oh, then I guess I like you,” you said, earning the same look from Hermione, but this time with Harry. You begin to jog away again only to yell back, “As a seeker, I mean!” By the time you were already far away, you made a wall with your hands around your mouth, yelling to Harry again, “And as a Captain!”

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

HARRY POTTER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gold-russh @gingerale2017 @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @florqlness @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @ameliasbitvh @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff @pottahishotasf @missmolly-potato @ferretboysupremacy @aconfusedslytherin

[ladyvesuvia]

🛣🛣🛣 OMF FOR JAMES OR SIRIUS (bc stars astronomy yk iTS UP TO U) INSPIRED BY HALLEYS COMET BY BILLIE EILISH AHHH SUCH A GOOD SONG I WAS THINKING ABT HOW U WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON TO WRITE IT OMGalso congrats on 600!!!<333

Halley’s Comet

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Halley’s Comet comes around more often than Sirius Black does. Shame you didn’t get to see it in your lifetime when he finally did. [Based on Halley’s Comet by Billie Eilish]

WORDS: 3.4k

WARNING(S): angst, promises, kinda half-assed writing because i rushed hanxbdjwa bold and italicized text are the lyrics. not proofread so might have a couple of errors. || SECOND PERSON

A/N: thank u babe i’m honored <333 i hope i captured the vibe and the aesthetic of it bb!!! agh the song’s so good especially with earphones smxnejej

NAVIGATION || MAIN MASTERLIST || HP MASTERLIST

I don't want it

“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?” you had asked him one late night as you two sat with your backs against the rock hard wall of Hogwarts, your legs spread out before you.

“I’m already a star,” he told you with a smug grin, reveling at the fact that he’d just made you laugh. Friends is what he’d say if asked what the two of you were. A friend is what he’d tell his other friends about what he saw whenever he looked at you. “But if I really did become the actual star, there wouldn’t be much to do but guess I’d like to hold hands with the other stars then I’d still rock a good outfit.”

“A good outfit? How does that even work?”

“Eh, well, you know, the usual stuff like my belt, my sword, and my shield.”

“That doesn’t even — oh, right, because your name’s Orion? You know, I hate to break it to you, but that’s your father’s name.”

“Either way, I wouldn’t care because I’d still be the brightest star in the sky.”

And I don't want to want you

You laughed at this, and he once again felt a smile tug at his lips. What a drag, he thought, pertaining to the stupid glint he felt at this stupid thing he refused to admit. Not your laugh, no. Never in a lifetime would he think of anything that came out of your mouth was anything worth of a mockery.

He shifted in his seat, not tearing his eyes off the sky just like you still hadn’t. Clearly you were both far too mesmerized by the brilliance of the dark yet twinkling sky, amused by the beauty that always felt chasing after the light, its demise no more than a rising sun.

“Everyone’s the brightest star to someone whose eyes they’re made for,” you said, finally facing him, “and I guess you just happen to be your own.”

Not really, he thought as he faced you as well. It’s actually you. But he shook this thought aside as soon as it came and just laughed along with you, the sense of comfort lingering longer than often. “That’s true.” It isn’t.

He turned to you, his eyes filled with more than what the night sky could ever carry. “I like the way your eyes always seem to be so full when it’s watching the night sky pass by, I like the way you laugh at everything I say, I like the way you roll your eyes during History of Magic, I like you,” is what he would say if he had the guts to do so. Instead, he only smiled, half hoping you’d get the words out of it.

Sirius Black is a courageous man through and through, he knew that. He could do what some cannot, but one of those skills does not include telling the truth even at least to himself.

“Sirius, tell me something,” you breathed, your eyes once again fixed on the brilliance of the night sky. He raised a brow, forgetting you couldn’t see him. “Why are we here?”

He froze. Yeah, why? “Because,” he started, gathering as much as he could from millions and millions of his thoughts, “I like it.” I like being out here with you.

“Really? You don’t think we should’ve done this up at the Astronomy Tower?”

Well this is embarrassing, thought Sirius, realizing just now that you were referring to something else.

“We were having two different conversations,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he added. “I mean, sure, the Astronomy Tower’s great but I think it’s lovely watching it from afar.”

“We’d still be watching it from afar if we were up there and it would be a lot better view. Merlin, Pads, do you ever think?”

I do; about you. He shook his head. One might say that the moment has passed. It hasn’t. He doesn’t think it ever will, not when he’s watching you throwing your head back in laughter again. Oh, if only he could live in this moment forever. What a luxury that would be.

“What do you want to do after Hogwarts?” he asked all of a sudden, catching you off guard. You’d been friends with Sirius for a long time now, and the still far away thought of graduating now being so disturbingly near felt more like an impending doom than a relief.

You felt as if your answer needed more thought: To answer with what job you want to take afterwards. But you had something else in mind. “I’ll wait for 1986.”

“That’s oddly specific,” he remarked. “Isn’t that still ten years away, give or take?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Why that year?”

“Well,” you started, facing him for real with your knees pressed against your chest, your arms wrapped around them, “there’s this once to twice in a lifetime thing that I want to see not just in pictures.”

“What?”

“Are you familiar with an ice cream truck?”

“Hardly, but go on.”

“See, there’s this comet that only comes around every seventy-five to seventy-six years. It was last seen in 1910, and it just seems like a shame not to see it at least one in your lifetime.”

“What does an ice truck have to do with any of that?” laughed Sirius. You didn’t.

“It comes and it goes,” you told him matter-of-factly.

Sirius bursted into a laugh. “That sounds pretty great,” started Sirius, a smile forming on his lips, “I’ll be there when you watch it even though I don’t approve of its name.”

“Shame,” you commented. “Why not?”

“Black’s Comet sounds a lot better, don’t you think?”

It was your turn to laugh this time, and he had to keep himself from beaming. “Hm, I prefer [Y/L/N]’s comet.”

“[Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet it is then.”

“Alright, deal,” you answered with a smile that could have possibly sent Sirius orbiting around every planet in the universe all at once and back. “Promise you’ll watch it with me?”

“My answer’s always the first word, of course I do.”

A moment of silence again, and you were both in the same place you’ve been since the night started: Backs against Hogwarts’s walls and untrue of what you felt for each other, always just waiting and waiting and waiting.

But in my dreams, I seem to be more honest

The very next day, he distanced himself, not even daring to meet your gaze. He doesn’t want to want you, but what played before his eyes during his sleep said something else: You stood up during class and everybody else froze, but not out of shock. They were just . . . still and unmoving as if they were simply carved that way.

The classroom then descended into nothingness and soon the dark was engulfed by the treacherous stars whose intentions are misaligned if not for their mesmerizing glow.

But he didn’t care for them. He only cared for you. You whose body was made of something else far more precious than the stars. You whose hands were reaching out to him. You whose presence takes up most of the infinite space in his mind, filling even the corners no thought of his could ever reach. . .

When he awoke, he spent the time he tossed around in bed hoping the drowsiness would disappear and hopefully with it the dream.

And I must admit you've been in quite a few

I’ve forgotten it already, he told himself over and over, a pathetic attempt at assuring himself it was nothing more than an idiotic idea. It’s gone in my head now.

Friends.

We’re friends, he’d say. We’re great friends. It’s hard to look at someone who’s only looking straight ahead from afar, knowing all too well there’d never be more than what there is today.

Maybe it was just you; maybe only you saw the spark.

Maybe it was just him; maybe only he saw the spark.

Either way, neither saw much less got the hint that both would give up all the stars in the world if it meant not losing each other.

Halley's Comet

Comes around more than I do

Friends, right? Sharing a knowing look over an inside joke only you knew is some friend thing, isn’t it? Playing with the other’s hair out of boredom during History of Magic or whenever convenient are habits friends have, right?

“So where are you with [Y/N]?” said another voice. For a moment Sirius thought it was only his mind but then a flash of red from beside him told him it was Lily.

“Oh, whatever do you mean?” asked Sirius, his voice sounding dismissive.

“I mean you’re being stupid.”

“Did I hear that right from you, Evans?”

Lily scoffed. “You did. So where?”

“In Canis Major,” he replied in the least encouraging way one could do so before standing up and fetching himself another glass of water.

Sirius never tried to get you alone after that night and it was just beyond frustrating for you. What’d I do wrong? you’d think for the most of the days that followed until it was just easy to talk to him again. But he always made it hard whenever it was: Days would come by when you two would be laughing and everything you loved doing and ice cold tension the next.

But you're all it takes for me to break a promise

He knew that there was something so much bigger than what you two had and could have. Once again, Sirius Black is a courageous man; a brilliant one, even.

But just like every brave man to exist, he had his weaknesses, and you just simply happened to be his, however tragic that fact may be.

Silly me to fall in love with you

Even when he watched his best friend marry his best friend — and happy as he may have been for them — it was hard not to imagine that he was only watching you and himself from afar as he watched Lily walk down the aisle. You stood at the opposite side, only smiling as you watched your best friend get to what all of you blindly assumed would be a happy ending.

Time had passed by too quickly, but there was always the same question in your head: Would he still see the comet with you years from now?

Hopefully. Maybe. Maybe not. Hopefully not. You didn’t know what to think. Risking all you could risk, you glanced his way only to find his eyes stuck to Lily, unbeknownst to you he had a thought he wishes you had.

For a split second, Sirius wasn’t seeing James and Lily. For a split second, it was you in the wedding gown, your beauty impossible to summarize by a photo as you walked the length of the aisle, getting closer and closer . For a split second, he wore the highly fine tux.

For a split second, he saw a future he longed to have as his present.

I haven't slept since Sunday

On the ninth of February, 1986, Sirius found himself in a muddily grassy scenery; the gray blocks standing tall as substitute of those who lay underneath the surface of the soil. He sat down next to his best friend’s grave, the headstone hazy through his eyes.

Midnight for me is 3AM for you

“Funny seeing you here, Prongs,” he said to the headstone, “been a long time, yeah?”

He fidgeted with a twig he picked up from the park nearby, busying himself with the different paths of which it grew. “You know how you married Lily? I wish I did that, too. I mean, not with Lily but. . .”

Even today, the thought of admitting it seemed far too comical, unreal. “She’s great, you know. [Y/N], I mean.” Sirius let out a long sigh before looking back to the headstone. “Man that feels good to get out of my chest.”

A wind blew his hair away from his face. Was that an answer? Sirius chuckled, the smile staying even long after the wind stilled.

But my sleepless nights are better

With you than nights could ever be alone, ooh-ooh

He then thought back to the times you’d spent together not limited to that one night you swore to watch the comet. Each and every one of those became his favorite but most of all the first time you’d snuck out together.

As friends.

Even so, it was a worthy possession of his, and he treasured it dearly: The night breeze was welcoming and sweet.

Sirius tore his eyes away from the headstone, keeping himself from seeing gray. He repeated the name on the headstone in his mind. James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, James Fleamont Potter, not A-Z. . . .

“I’m getting kinda drowsy, mate,” said Sirius, letting out a light laugh as if it would help.

I was good at feeling nothin', now I'm hopeless

What a drag to love you like I do

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually envy you, you know that?” scoffed Sirius. The wind gushed again. “Sorry, just had to get it all out. I’m good now, I hope you are, too.”

He stared too hard at the headstone that he could’ve sworn he glimpsed something wispy walk by. Shaking his head, he sighed.

“Why am I still here, you ask?” he said as if he were in a play. “I have a promise to keep. Kind of hard to fulfill it when I’m still in shackles.”

He looked up at the glowing night sky. It brought him back to every single night you’d spent together once more, and something tugged at his heart, clenching it and if he didn’t move he had the feeling that it would explode.

After all, stars tend to explode, too. Eventually, the sun will explode as well, he thought, glad he could still remember some of the things you taught to him. Would be a shame if my star exploded now when I’m this close to reaching you.

A supernova; a beautiful tragedy. Shining so bright one minute only to explode at the end of its prime. But he wouldn’t let himself explode just yet.

I've been loved before, but right now, in this moment

He continued on to toy with the twig. Once again, his eyes went up to the night sky, badly drawn. Soon, [Y/L/N]-Black’s Comet would appear like a brilliant smear on the dark canvas that is the night.

Weirdly enough, he could also hear the distant crashing of waves. He focused on the rustling of the tree.

I feel more and more like I was madе for you

For you

He was excited nonetheless. He’d finally get to watch it with you. Dreams aren’t folly at all. If anything, they’re the only things that tell us the stories we want to hear.

I'm sitting in my brother's room

“I haven’t slept in a week or two,” he told the headstone again, resting his hand restlessly on the curve of the stone, “I think I might have fallen in love, what am I to do?”

He sat still, waiting for the gush of wind to answer again. Only a couple of leaves danced along and the rustling of the trees’ green strands sounded through the deserted graveyard.

“Anyway, you dropped your antlers,” he said with an assuring laugh before setting the twig he was fiddling with down in front of his best friend’s headstone. “Take better care of them or something. Until then.”

Sirius stood up, but not without one last glance at his brother née friend’s headstone. He brought heavy steps forward as he approached another headstone, and this time it was the wind that asked him a question.

“If you were really a star among the other stars, what would you do?”

The wind away from his face, his hair making his nose itch. Well, [Y/N], before I answer that, I must first fulfill a promise to someone special.

Sirius could see the headstone he was heading for from where he stood, its curve done well. As soon as he made it, he kneeled. I have a different answer now, he thought as he moved and sunk down on the muddied surface beside your headstone.

Engraved across the dusty stone was your own full name in a font he never thought he’d read it on.

He’d lost all that he had now, and so he decided crying wouldn’t be much of something that would tear away points from him (not that he had any more to lose).

If he had a champagne glass, he’d raise a toast.

A toast to the bodies of those who were never at least found — the soldiers who never came home; to the heroes whose cause got lost in the blur; to the martyrs and their words, drowning in the travesty of deadly rivalry. A toast to you. A toast to Prongs and Lily. A toast to Moony. A toast to losses whose deaths should not go to vain. A toast to himself.

For the first time in a long time, he let the water trickle down his eyes, the salty tang of it overstaying its welcome.

“To be fair, I did promise you so here I am.”

And just like he did a decade ago, he sat down, his legs in front of him as he craned his neck to look up at the night sky, waiting for the telltale sign of an approaching comet hurtling away, on its way to leave as soon as it could.

If Sirius squinted his eyes straight up above and not looked down, it was easy to pretend he was in Hogwarts with you beside him as you two looked up at the stars. For once in a lengthy time, he was genuinely happy: He was with you, waiting for your comet to arrive.

But it never did.

Not because it didn’t want to nor can’t, because it really can. Right now, it was speeding away across the very planet everyone resided in.

Sirius could not at all see this comet. Again, not because he didn’t want to. He just can’t. How would he if he was surrounded my gray walls, loneliness the only furniture as hooded figures trailed past?

His self-proclaimed utopia left just as soon as it came, the rustling of the trees gone, overpowered by the crashing of the waves just right outside Azkaban.

He couldn’t even visit your grave to do at least that. He wanted his fist to collide with the gray stone walls so bad in wants of feeling something else other than the familiar sinking dread of having what was remaining of his soul be taken away.

From then on, he came up with a different promise: If not in this lifetime, I’ll see it with you in another one. Twice, even — to make up for this lifetime.

As he sunk down to the corner of the room, he stared at his dusty fingers, longing to feel the mud in his dream.

If I were a star, you ask? My, what a question worth devouring. You’ve long awaited an answer, so here it is, he thought to himself as if you could hear him wherever you were. If I were a star, I’d shine as stupidly bright as I can just for you. But aside from that, just know that I’d look for you, too.

“We’ll make up for it all in another lifetime,” he murmured before he let himself sink against the hard wall, the closest thing he could get to a sleep. “We’ll see our comet another time. . .”

did i just make the lyric “brother’s room” james’s grave in sirius’s dream during his delirium while in azkaban? yes i did and i have no regrets xx fnfjejwj to be fair i did overshadow stuff,,, did it work??? HAHAHAHAHA reblogs appreciated :*

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

SIRIUS BLACK TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gold-russh @dlmmdl @sexysirius @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @florqlness @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @ameliasbitvh @princess-jules47 @pottahishotasf @whoreforgeorgeandfred @cupids-crystals @everythingisdefinitelynotfine

[ladyvesuvia]

🛣- the golden trio shows the reader (who is new to hogwarts) around. And they introduce the reader to people.

You’re a fifth year transferee from Ilvermorny and the Golden Trio shows you around Hogwarts

——

love it <333 SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG hdhdjsa didn’t wanna expand so here’s a 413 worded one kinda not like what u had in mind i’m terribly sorry || FEM!READER

You’d been in Hogwarts for a few minutes now, having even been publicly sorted (something you still dread long after it had taken place) to [Y/H] but it still did not feel like home.

Two identical tall older boys approached you, their backs straight. “Welcome to Hogwarts, mademoiselle,” said one of them.

The other one bowed. “We happen to be your tour guide for to—”

“Excuse me, but I happen to be specifically assigned to this task,” snapped a girl with bushy hair from behind the two boys. “Get.”

The boys left, but not without a grin your way. Rolling her eyes, the girl took you by the arm and soon it was a smile on her face instead of a scowl. “I’m Hermione Granger, and I’ll be showing you around on your way to your classes today.”

A boy with red hair crept up from behind Hermione, seemingly lost. You had to stifle a laugh. He leaned into Hermione’s ear to whisper, “Does she speak English?” The boy looked from you to Hermione and back until he decided to utter a subtle smile your way. “Welcome — to — Hogwarts,” he enunciated with gestures. You resisted the urge to tell him he resembled a mime.

“She can hear you, you git; and of course she does, Ron! She’s from Ilvermorny.”

“Oh,” said Ron, dumbfounded. “I thought she was from Beauxbatons.”

“Why does everybody think that?” you muttered to yourself.

“This is Ronald Weasley—”

“—Ron’s alright with me—”

“—We are Prefects, so don’t hesitate to ask us for help,” said Hermione with a smile, introducing the two of you.

“Us?”

“Yes, Ron, us,” Hermione confirmed, at the verge of launching into a monologue just when another familiar boy caught up with the three of you.

He opened his mouth to speak but turned to Hermione instead. “Yes, Harry, she speaks English. Now, where do we begin?”

“Actually, I think I’d like to get to know everyone first.”

“Everyone’s a lot,” said Ron. Hermione threw him a minor glare before turning back to you.

“Those two identical guys are best you steer clear from. They’re Fred and George, Ron’s brothers. Don’t accept anything from them, you wouldn’t want to learn it the hard way.”

“Their snackboxes are actually good,” Harry commented.

“They make food?”

Hermione ignored this, only facing you again with a friendly smile. “Now, shall we?”

And thus began the most interesting (and reasonably exhausting) school introduction you’ve ever seen to date.

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

HARRY POTTER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @velvetcloxds @gold-russh @gingerale2017 @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @florqlness @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @ameliasbitvh @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff @pottahishotasf @missmolly-potato @ferretboysupremacy @aconfusedslytherin

HERMIONE GRANGER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @gold-russh @sexysirius @gingerale2017 @justadreamyhufflepuff @florqlness @niceandspicy @bellatrixscurls @ameliasbitvh @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff @pottahishotasf @whoreforgeorgeandfred @cupids-crystals @missmolly-potato @siriusbarnesslut @ferretboysupremacy

RON WEASLEY TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @velvetcloxds @gingerale2017 @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff @thenaivegirly @pottahishotasf @ferretboysupremacy @aconfusedslytherin

[ladyvesuvia]

i live and breathe for ur writing actually aND U DESERVE ALL UR FOLLOWERS AND SM MORE CONGRATS OMG AND 🛣🛣🛣 with ron where its a fluffy flirty fun thing they have but there arent any labels yet and the reader is ginny’s best friend and jealous mione makes an appearance bc☝️☝️☝️

Having a flirty thing with Ron but there aren’t any labels

——

THANK U <333 sorry this took long </3

“[Mr/s]. Weasley,” said Ron, tipping an imaginary hat your way as you entered the common room.

You bowed curtly before greeting him with the same tone. “Mr. [Y/L/N].”

It was routine now; probably out of habit, you weren’t quite certain but one may say it resembled the idea of muscle memory.

You took your seat by the couch, your neck aching. “Does anyone here want to go get waffles with me?”

“It’s almost curfew,” said Hermione, not looking up from her book for Ancient Runes, “and it’s Friday tomorrow.”

Ginny was half-asleep when she raised her hand, earning a scowl from Hermione.

“You want me to come with you, wifey?” Ron said, tossing his long scroll aside with a laugh.

You were about to open your mouth when Hermione began silently slamming her book shut before packing her stuff. Ron was standing up to follow you and Ginny when you took Ginny’s hand. “Actually, I think I’ll just go with Ginny.”

“Oh,” said Ron dumbly, taking his seat again, “alright, then.”

As soon as you and Ginny stepped out of the common room, she knocked at your head hard. “Ow! What was that for?”

“No, what was that for?”

“Felt bad.”

“For who? Yourself?” Ginny scowled.

“No, Ginny,” you started as you two took a turn, “for Hermione. I have to stop being so . . . you know.”

“No, I don’t,” said Ginny. “and you’ve been flirting too much for so long it’s unbearable! You should hear him talking about you. We’re talk about the post and he’s all, ‘You know, [Y/N]’s thinking about getting an owl.’ We talk about future careers and he’s all, ‘Oh, yeah, [Y/N] is actually considering being a professor here.’ We learned more about you from him than we did from you for the past years. Just — Merlin — snog him already!”

“Ginny!” you exclaimed. As soon as you calmed down, you cleared your throat, the imagine of Ron talking about you fondly popping into your mind. “Does he really?”

“Does he really?” said Ginny in a mocking voice before walking ahead of you, leaving you alone in your thoughts of possibly becoming something with Ron. You could’ve heard she was muttering, “And they’re taking each other’s names. . .”

You shook your head. “Ginny, wait for me!”

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

RON WEASLEY TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @velvetcloxds @gingerale2017 @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff @thenaivegirly @pottahishotasf @ferretboysupremacy @aconfusedslytherin @cant-ruin-my-night

[ladyvesuvia]

Ves, what about a brother's best friend with James, where he stands up for you during an Order meeting after someone talked over you?

James standing up for you during an Order meeting

——

this is a fem!reader one btw! some things might me inaccurate because i’m not sure where the original order’s headquarters was hshshs hope you liked this monique :) i’m sorry i keep making them long hHWHXJDHSA lmk if this is ooc i’m new to writing marauders characters <3

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get everybody’s attention. “I personally think it’d be best if we refrained from using Grimmauld Place as—”

“Hey, kid,” Edgar Bones who sat at the other end of the table called, snapping his fingers at you. “We don’t have time to go gallivanting around looking for shiny castles in real estate, get a move on. Now, as I was saying—”

“Hey, buddy.” James had stood up next to you, and everyone’s eyes were on him. Crap, you thought. “You don’t get to talk to her like that.”

“Excuse me?” said Edgar Bones, unenthusiastic about what James had just said.

“Yeah, excuse you. And your name’s what? Bones? That’s a real tragedy there, bud.” Your other friends were sitting in their seats, their mouths pressed into a thin line as to prevent themselves from laughing. “This is her house and if she says she doesn’t think it’s a good idea to stay here, then it’s not a good idea to stay here.”

“It’s my house, too, you know,” whispered Sirius, suspicious of how James had suddenly spoke up for you. Edgar Bones did not know who to look at: His eyes went to you, Sirius, and James, and back and forth and back and forth.

“Yeah, but this is not about you right now,” James joked, nudging Sirius. James then rested his elbow on Sirius’s shoulder as he stared Edgar Bones dead in the eye, forcing the latter man to break contact. “Alright, so it’s settled then: Stop talking over my girlfriend, alright, Bones?”

Sirius scowled at James, confused. “I’m sorry, girlfriend?”

James patted Sirius on his shoulder before breaking away to sit back down. “Not about you, Pads. Not about you.”

Before he settled down in his chair, you caught him flashing you a suggestive smile right before the chatter between the Order resumed progressively.

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

JAMES POTTER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gold-russh @dlmmdl @sexysirius @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @i-love-scott-mccall

[ladyvesuvia]

omg congratulations !!! 🛣 with james and this prompt “Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.” (i forgot the number im sorry😔) where the reader pines and flirts with james publicly like how james pines and flirts w lily but it ends w fluff🙏

Making out with James in an alley leads to an evaluation of what your relationship is

——

PAIRING: James Potter x Reader

WORDS: 0.7k (763)

WARNING(S): alcohol, intoxication, making out. no smut but mentions of sex || SECOND PERSON

thank you baby!!! <3 i swear if you hadn’t said it ends with fluff i’d have blasted this whole thing into smithereens because i see a lot of angst potential hAHHAHAA idk if this is what you had in mind but voila THIS IS LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE I’M SORRY

It’s a drunken night with the rest of the group, and you found yourself with James in a nearby alley, laughing with the stench of alcohol emanating from both of your mouths.

A while ago, the two of you were only exchanging flirty remarks in front of the others as one of them sang off-key to the song playing from the karaoke machine. But now you stood just shy of pressing your lips against his, your noses touching already and you could smell alcohol everywhere.

Was it from you? Was it from him? You’ll never know. Especially not when he’s this close to you, and the air’s now a conflicting and threatening mix of booze and confusion.

“Kiss me,” you say to the boy in front of you. He only giggles in response as his nose touches yours again.

James laughed again, louder this time. “No, you kiss me.”

You sobered up, gathering your thoughts and only then did it hit you: You’re in an alley with James. James who was about to . . . honestly, you didn’t know either.

But you were growing tired of how directionless everything else has been and so without the general thought of thinking for what may happen next, you leaned in and kissed him, shutting up the laughs you two were just sharing.

And soon you felt him kissing you back harder as if he could just kiss all your troubles away. It’s suddenly all so perfect and so true that you couldn’t fathom anything ruining it much less breaking this brilliant truth: His hands on your neck, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt until you heard the one word you dreaded to hear.

“No,” he said under his breath. You pulled away in response, conflicted. “No, no, I can’t.”

Clearing your throat, you chuckled nervously. “Why not?” you asked him, slightly on the soberer side of yourself. He didn’t answer. “Is it because of Lily?”

“No,” he started, “no, I don’t know, it’s just. . .I don’t know. Let’s just go back and pretend this didn’t happen.”

“So you were leading me on with those things you told me over the past few months?”

“It was all jokes, [Y/N],” he told you as he turned away, buttoning his shirt as he walked back to the open space outside the alley.

You scoffed. Without thinking (again), you took off your shoe and threw it as hard as you could to his head, to which he yelped as he cupped the back of his head. Knowing him well as the dramatic lad that he is, you watched him stalk back to you with his hands balled in fists.

“What in Merlin’s inflamed hernia was that for?” whined James.

“For you being a dick. So you just leave after kissing me and you insist on pretending it never happened? Heck, we almost had sex in an alley, James.”

“It was leading to that?” James said, dumbfounded. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

“I don’t know, but it could’ve!” you yelled.

“Nothing has changed! We were just drunk, [Y/N], we were just drunk.”

“That’s wrong and you know it. How about you tell me how it felt when you kissed me, James?”

Five seconds passed. You knew because it had became so silent the only thing you could hear was the ticking of your wrist watch.

“Right,” James murmured.

“Great, so that’s it, then?” you said, quitting. Furious, you fixed your jacket and yourself all in all, making your way to leave the alley until you felt his hand on your wrist.

James laughed. “No, I mean right in the sense that it felt correct. It felt right.”

“Oh.”

“That sounds right, too,” James teased. Though he enjoyed this new . . . thing, he knew better than to say something else that may burn out this newfound fire, and so he waited for you to say something.

“So are we . . . ?” you trailed off.

“Yes, we are.”

“Good,” you said, everything still strange to hear, “so you want to go back?”

James blinked, confused. “To what? Alley sex?”

“What — ! No! I mean go back to — with the others,” you added hurriedly.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and you heard the tinge of embarrassment in his voice. “Anyway, after you, m’lady.”

“Before you, m’gent.”

“Is that even a word?” James followed as you walked.

“You make up a lot of words, you’d know.”

“They’re called puns,” James said defensively until finally you two had left the dark company of the alley and soon what only felt once right now felt every good word in the world.

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

JAMES POTTER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gold-russh @dlmmdl @sexysirius @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @i-love-scott-mccall

[ladyvesuvia]

congratulations! 🛣 for ron where its bill and fleurs wedding and one of the weasley’s many cousins starts flirting w the reader and ron gets super jealous but theyre bffs but ends with fluff

Ron gets jealous when a Weasley cousin flirts with you at Bill and Fleur’s wedding

——

PAIRING: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

WORDS: 0.8k (845)

WARNING(S): not proofread || SECOND PERSON

pls i love this hHAHAHAHA ima do this no voldy because duh it’s the only logical thing to do 😋 prioritizing because had to take a break from writing that long ass ron fic iykwim mbad this is long

“Alastair Weasley, my sherry,” said a redhead in one of the fanciest dress robes you’d ever seen. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes were every bit as gorgeous. He kissed the tips of your fingers as he bowed, coming back up with a grin. “May I know your name?”

You smiled back, earning a grunt from Ron, who was seated across the chair from you, watching this very scene take place. Beaming, you replied, “[Y/N]’s the word, sir.”

“[Y/N]. . .[Y/N] what? I’m afraid I’m gonna need a last name, ma’am,” said Alistair. “I first thought [Y/N] Weasley sounded fitting.”

Alistair Weasley was about to open his mouth when someone from the crowd yelled his name. Groaning, he winked at you and mouthed for you to write to him.

You turned back to the table. “He’s pretty,” you commented, resuming biting a chocolate bar you snagged from Professor Lupin.

“Pretty?” said Ron, his tone a mix of astonished disbelief and whining. “He said ‘my sherry’ and I’m pretty sure he was trying to say ma cherry or something. He talks to one of Fleur’s bridesmaids and suddenly he’s Mr. French Wuz-ley.”

“Oh, really, like you aren’t?” you laughed, standing up from your chair to sit down next to him. “Look at you saying ma chérie flawlessly in the sense of it being close enough.”

Ron’s ears went red, and you watched as he turned as inconspicuously as he could to no avail, still catching your attention nonetheless.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of cute that he’s trying. Alistair’s a nice name too.” You grabbed his cup of butterbeer and drank a bit of it before setting it down. “Alistair, Alistair, Alista—”

“Stop saying his name,” Ron blurted out. He froze for a good five seconds just watching you laugh out loud. “Why do you like him so much? He made a marriage joke, that’s a red flag, right, Harry?”

Harry looked to the both of you, putting down his own glass of butterbeer. “Why am I being dragged into this again?”

“Helpful git you are, mate.” Ron then turned to Hermione, who was busy talking to Ginny. “Right, ‘Mione?”

“Honestly, Ron, I didn’t even see him,” said Hermione. “And if [Y/N] likes him, then what does it matter?” Ron then turned to Ginny, who only raised a brow in rejection.

“Yeah, Ron, you’re still invited to my wedding. You could even be my maid of honor, if that’s what you’re so salty about,” you joked before standing up to get more drinks. Ron groaned in disappointment, then turning to Harry.

“I thought your book works?” Harry jested, referring to the book Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches Ron had given him.

Ron grunted before leaning into Harry’s ear and whispered, “I haven’t gotten to Chapter Eight yet, I was focused on how to do compliments right.”

“What’s Chapter Eight?” asked Harry.

“Just read it later, alright? But watch me make-do with compliments and . . . some more things I learned.” Ron then stood up. He disappeared for the next few minutes until you realized he was right behind you just before you were going to approach Allistair.

“Hello,” greeted Ron.

“What?” you said to him, holding a now empty cup.

“You know, you do look beautiful so it’s no wonder Alistair’s taken a liking in you.”

You laughed, waiting for him to take it back, but he didn’t. “Oh, you’re serious!” you exclaimed, to which Ron nodded with a laugh in confirmation. “Well, thank you, I guess.” You thought it was strangely uncharacteristic, but it was a compliment from your best friend, so you took it.

He lead you back to the table where your friends were seated. “I was thinking and sure, I’d love to attend your wedding,” said Ron dramatically. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were listening now, their eyes narrowed. “But only if I get to be the groom.”

“What?” you and your friends exclaimed simultaneously. Harry had frozen, Hermione had, too, and Ginny looked as if she was on the verge of either laughing or puking.

Ron’s ears turned red for a minute, but he didn’t want to waste any time at all, so he then took your hand and lead you to where the others were dancing.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

“Did you just say that right? How did you say that right? But yes, you may, I guess?”

“Oh, I went to the bridesmaid Fred was talking to and asked her how to pronounce it so yeah.” He then danced along to the beat of the song. “D’you think it’s cute I’m trying?” Ron joked.

“I guess so,” you said to him as you two laughed, still finding it all hard to believe.

“So . . . you won’t write to Alistair?”

“Nope,” you said to him as you leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek. Safe to say that it wasn’t only his ears that turned crimson. And now that you think about it, [Y/N] Weasley doesn’t sound so bad.

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

RON WEASLEY TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gingerale2017 @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy @suditi-says-chai-is-trash @bellatrixscurls @princess-jules47 @percyweasleyspuff

[ladyvesuvia]

🛣 i’m going nowhere - Harry x reader; fluff

Road trip with Harry and he starts complaining about the music you’re listening 😈🍷

Road trip with Harry and he doesn’t like the song you’re listening to

——

song’s oops…i did it again by britney spears because i don’t think he’d be such a big fan of it hHAHAHAHA yep this is probably a blurb or drabble idk anywaayyy it’s a but different too mbad i’m sorry

Your shoulders danced along to the beat of the song while you drove. “I think I did it again,” you started, singing along in the most Britney-like voice you could manage. “I made you believe we’re more than just friends — by the way I do not mean any of this, I love you, don’t worry — it might seem like a crush. . .”

Harry stirred in his seat, just looking out the window as you continued to sing along.

“Hey, you’ve been quiet,” you said with a laugh. “Are you alright? Ooh, could I get one of those cartons you’re drinking?”

Harry didn’t speak as he reached out his arm to the back of the car to fetch you a chocolate drink. He only put the straw on and handed it to you before settling himself back in his seat and proceeded to look out at the world passing by.

“What do you wanna do?” you asked jubilantly before taking a sip of the chocolate milk with your one free hand. “It’s Britney, bitch,” you add under your breath with a snap of your fingers as you took a turn in the highway.

“Er — I dunno, maybe we could switch stations or something,” said Harry, pertaining to the radio.

“Why? Wait — ooh baby, baby, oops I did it again, I played with — Hey!”

With a huff, Harry had turned off the radio and sat back with his arms crossed triumphantly. “I did what I had to do.”

“Shame on you, mister,” you told him just before you turned it on again. “Oops, you think I’m in love, that I’m sent fro — STOP TURNING IT OFF!”

“It’s Harry, bitch,” he said, imitating the snap you did earlier.

Laughing, you turned to him in disbelief. “Oh — excuse me?”

“Just kidding, I’m sorry, I love you too.”

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE taglist.

HARRY POTTER TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @gold-russh @gingerale2017 @justadreamyhufflepuff @prongs103 @florqlness @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy

[ladyvesuvia]

alright fine ✋🙄

🛣 — the weasley twins showing the reader family photos, but only the ones from molly’s special folder that hold all of her photos of the twins doing odd things 🤷‍♂️

perspective is up to you

The Weasley twins showing you their odd childhood pictures

——

ok 🙄✋🏻

“Look, George, it’s us holding Ron as a garden gnome by his hands,” exclaimed Fred, pointing at the upper right corner of the album book. You looked up from the album you were holding, where enchanted pictures of the young years of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rested.

George left the album he was looking through next to you to sit next to Fred. “Oh, yeah. We were de-gnoming him. Reckon we could do it again this Christmas?”

“Need I remind you that he’s taller than the both of you now?” you said, flipping through the same album you’d been holding since a while ago.

Fred snorted. “Taller would be a big stretch, he’s just going through puberty.”

“Like you aren’t,” you said, earning a howl of laughter from George, whose laugh then got louder as he pointed to another photo below it. You gave up and sat over where they were, curious.

Below the picture of them with garden gnome Ron was another questionable moving image of them wearing costumes you recognized, and you soon realized they were dressed up as Professor McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore.

“Tag yourself, I’m ‘Al-bis’,” said Fred in the most McGonagall way he could.

George cleared his throat. “Deten-shun, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley.”

“That’s not how she talks,” you said to them, unamused as your eyes skimmed the length of the page while they laughed. Rolling your eyes, you turned it to the next page. “Are all these pictures you guys?”

“Affirmative,” replied George with an entertained grin as you continued looking at the photos.

“You two have a whole album dedicated to your crap?”

“Being ourselves isn’t ‘crap,’ it’s an art form, is what it is,” Fred said, taking a drink of butterbeer from the table.

You snorted. “Right, art form.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched little Fred and little George fly around the length of the Burrow’s large open space with their brooms, both of which were draped over with something that resembled a horse.

“Those are made of soda cans dad got from work. See? We turned them into hooves to look like we’re—”

“Riding a horse in the air, right, genius,” you said, cutting off George. “Oh, wait, you two did good at this one,” you added, pointing at the picture of them moving around with a frame in front of them. They were dressed up as a painting.

“Only way we know how, [Y/N],” said Fred proudly.

“Only way we know how,” nodded George, and you just scoffed with an air of humor as they continued to explain each picture that followed.

click here to be added to my POTTERVERSE masterlist.

FRED WEASLEY TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @dlmmdl @gingerale2017 @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy

GEORGE WEASLEY TAGLIST: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @badass-yn @mjoubertt-1 @dlmmdl @i-love-scott-mccall @niceandspicy

[ladyvesuvia]

Hii Ves <33 May I please request a 🛣 for your celebration? Second person for wolfstar talking you through a panic attact before class?

(I'm not sure if you write wolfstar x reader, if you don't, either one of the boys would be perfect as well)

Remus talking you through a panic attack before class

———

hi monique my beloved thanks for sending this in! as much unfortunately, as i love reading wolfstar x reader, i don’t think i’ll be able to do it justice 😩 i’m dedicating this one to remus because i haven’t written anything for him yet i hope that’s ok <333 also i think this is more of a blurb? idkdiska

Remus turned around to find you four steps behind, your arms wrapped around yourself as everybody walked by, not noticing anything.

“Breathe,” he says, and it feels more of an assurance than a command. “Watch my hand and breathe with it.”

Your eyes fell on his left hand, and he closed it slowly and gingerly as if protecting something fragile. “Inhale,” he told you in the most lulling voice you’ve ever heard. He opened his hand again, still slowly. “Exhale. Good, you’re doing great, [Y/N].”

Soon it was only the two of you in the hallway, him coaching you on breathing, his soft voice close to that of a lullaby.

“Do I have permission to touch you?”

You nodded, and so he rested his other hand on your shoulder, drawing gentle circles on it while his other hand remained a reference for you to help calm your breathing.

“You know,” you finally said as you felt yourself slowly bettering in his care, still breathing along to his hand, “you’d make a good teacher.”

Remus smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[ladyvesuvia]

MINI-CELEBRATION FOR 600 FOLLOWERS

[NAVIGATION]

STATUS: CLOSED. Thank you to everyone who participated! All interactions are under the tag #vesuvia’s 600 followers road trip. Lovelots <3

HI UM THANK YOU ALL we’re going on a road trip despite the different ass time zones because we’re weird asfu hHAHAJAJJAHA ANYWAY THANK U SM FOR THIS MILESTONE ILY ALL <333

July 27, 2021 21:29 to August 3, 2021 11:59

A C T I V I T I E S

🍔 kurger bing » send me stuff to cast my moots with. here are my available fandoms.

🗺 let’s go somewhere » tell me about the cool places you’ve been to and what you thought of it!

🐕 zitch dog » let’s exchange pics of our pets :)) it doesn’t have to be a dog!

🛣 i’m going nowhere » i’m very nervous about this but send me a reader insert scenario for a dialogue request. tell me if you want them in third or second person and please send me short ideas and only angst and fluff only! (AVAILABLE FANDOMS: HPU, TLC, OBX, and Friends)

🚐 getting there soon » send me a show or fandom and i’ll tell you my thoughts on it.

📻 music static » to spice things up, send me a song you hate and i’ll send you a song i hate or talk about the song you sent or both hsshhshshs

🧃ooh shocker » send me this and i’ll cast you as a cursed photo yes i am doing this again (MOOTS ONLY!)

TAGGING MY LOVELY ASS MOOTS UNDER THE CUT (btw follow them i love them all)

@holden-caulfield @mauvea @selenesheart @silverdelirium @arcaneslut @railmeharrypotter @ameliasbitvh @amortensie @amourtentiaa @meiitanoia @maybanksslut @mrzweasley @ilygw @dr4cking @dracoscum @dracomalfoys-wh0re @dreamcxtcherr @potters-heart @dreamy-clousds @cupids-crystals @leydileyla @eunoniaa @mendesxruel @prongs103 @gothboutique @artxemqs @mjoubertt-1 @badass-yn @lovegoodsgf @pansyslut @henqtic @l0vely-lupin @bitchyypctter @mullthingsoverinthehotwater @nevsmommy @ronsbadidea @ronsonlywhore @ronsmommy @roonilwazlibweasley @just-a-smol-spoon @gwlvr @omgrachwrites @oeuryale @justadreamyhufflepuff @just-another-multifangirl @gold-russh @mais-e @annemagus @ilygw @romqnticizer + more i’ve forgotten oml i’m sorry ily all

[ladyvesuvia]

🍔 — cym as victorious characters? ( you said you were going to list the fandoms but there's literally nothing there kakskk )

oh god thank u for pointing it out i deadass thought i pasted the link there 😭 it’s there now mbad that’s on me

OK i haven’t watched victorious but i’m gonna do this based on the vibes i get from the characters (and what i think they’re like) and u all

you as tori vega

@lovegoodsgf as sam puckett

@gothboutique as jade west

@mais-e as cat valentine

@holden-caulfield as robbie shapiro

[ladyvesuvia]

🍔- tlc characters

ok omg sorry this took long i was working on my wips wjdbejiw anywaayyy

you as winter/kai/iko

@just2bubbly as cress/winter

@holden-caulfield as scarlet

@ameliasbitvh as iko

@meiitanoia as winter 100%

@hellounicorn as kai

@potters-heart as cinder/winter

@mistress-riddle as wolf/adding: jacin

@harmqnia as cress/peony

@bitchyypctter as thorne/iko

@mendesxruel as cress/jacin

@creeping156tin as iko/peony

[ladyvesuvia]

🍔 cym as The Big Bang Theory characters

WAIT ALSO AS MIRACULOUS CHARACTERS

OK OK

you as mrs. wolowitz jk hHAHSHAA probably howard and penny

@potters-heart forever as raj/penny <3

@ameliasbitvh as penny

@mistress-riddle as sheldon

@starless-starkov as raj

@dr4cking as bernadette

@gold-russh as leonard

@mauvea as amy/penny

@just-another-multifangirl as amy/bernadette

@dracoscum as leonard’s mom/sheldon (I’M KINDA SCARED OF U WHSJWJWI)

-

you as chat noir 😋💅🏻 purrrr

@holden-caulfield as alya baddie

@meiitanoia as marinette

@amourtentiaa as ladybug *growls*

@railmeharrypotter as adrien good boi

@dracomalfoys-wh0re as hawkmoth edgy jk ily

[ladyvesuvia]

🍔 - as Disney characters

IMA GIVE YALL SOME PEEPS YOU DIDN’T EXPECT BECAUSE I’M A RARE BREED

you as sebastian from the little mermaid 🙄 jk ngl vanellope von schweetz from wreck it ralph

@holden-caulfield as mike wazowski from monster inc

@ameliasbitvh as jessie from toy story

@creeping156tin as dug from up

@gothboutique as colette tatou from ratatouille

@peppers-analytics as sergeant calhoun from wreck it ralph

@mellifluousart as wall-e from wall-e

[ladyvesuvia]

Cym as songs 🎵🎶

ok boo 😋 i wanna cast you as smooth operator

OK I’M SORRY IF U DON’T LIKE WHAT U GET

@ameliasbitvh as ofc none other than sweatshirt by jacob santoriniuse 😍 hell no i’m not sorry for this one jk but fr: flowers in your hair by the lumineers

@holden-caulfield as waiting for an invitation by benji hughes

@mendesxruel as love in the time of socialism by yellow house

@mellifluousart as super trouper by abba

@amourtentiaa as when i’m gone by albert hammond

@railmeharrypotter as here i dreamt i was an architect by the decemberists

@maybanksslut as don’t speak by no doubt